Abell and Palandjian to lead Overseers

first_imgScott A. Abell ’72, past president of the Harvard Alumni Association and retired chair and CEO of Abell & Associates, Inc., has been elected president of Harvard’s Board of Overseers for the academic year 2017-18.Tracy P. Palandjian ’93, M.B.A. ’97, co-founder and CEO of Social Finance, Inc., will serve as vice chair of the board’s executive committee for 2017-18.Both elected as Overseers in 2012, Abell and Palandjian will serve in the board’s top leadership roles for the final year of their six-year terms. They will succeed Kenji Yoshino ’91, the Chief Justice Earl Warren Professor of Constitutional Law at New York University School of Law, and Nicole Parent Haughey ’93, the chief operating officer of Mimeo.com.“Scott Abell and Tracy Palandjian each embody the qualities of good judgment, devotion to higher education, constructively critical perspective, and appetite for service that our most valued alumni bring to the work of the University,” said President Drew Faust. “It will be a privilege to work with them even more closely in the year to come.”Scott A. AbellFor nearly 30 years, Scott Abell served as chair and CEO of Abell & Associates, Inc. He founded the company in Akron, Ohio, in 1973, shortly after his graduation from Harvard College, and led its work in the fields of financial services and health care consulting.One of the University’s most active alumni leaders in recent decades, he served as president of the Harvard Alumni Association in 2000-01, leading a comprehensive strategic planning process that helped reshape the HAA. His numerous other volunteer roles have included service as president of the Harvard Club of Northeast Ohio and chair of its Schools and Scholarships Committee, HAA regional director, and reunion co-chair for the College Class of 1972, as well as membership on the HAA nominating committee for Overseers and elected directors, the HAA awards committee, the executive committee of the Harvard College Fund, the board of governors of the Harvard Club of Boston, and the Committee on University Resources. He received the HAA Award in 2003 for his work on behalf of Harvard.Abell came out of retirement in 2004 to serve for several years as the dean for development for Harvard’s Faculty of Arts and Sciences. He currently serves as the national chair of the John Harvard Society.Born to a family of modest means, Abell overcame childhood polio to become a multisport athlete. He was encouraged by a Cleveland-area alumnus to apply to Harvard College. He enrolled in the fall of 1968 with the support of Fred Glimp ’50, then dean of the College, and Jack Reardon ’60, then associate dean of admissions and financial aid.Abell went on to a successful business career after graduation, while taking active part in the civic and philanthropic life of his communities through such organizations as the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute, the Center for Nonprofit Excellence, Akron General Health System, the Children’s Hospital Medical Center of Akron Foundation, and Stan Hywet Hall and Gardens.As a Harvard Overseer, he chairs the board’s committee on institutional policy, in addition to serving on the executive committee, the nominating committee, the committee on natural and applied sciences, and the governing boards’ joint committee on alumni affairs and development.An engaged participant in the Overseers-led visitation process, he has also served as a member of the visiting committees for the Departments of Chemistry and Chemical Biology, Human and Evolutionary Biology, and Mathematics.He lives outside of Cleveland with his wife, Susan Abell, a former health care executive. He is the father of two children, Kelly ’02 and Patrick ’07, M.B.A. ’14.Tracy P. PalandjianTracy Palandjian has served since 2011 as co-founder and chief executive officer of Social Finance, Inc., a Boston-based nonprofit organization dedicated to mobilizing capital to drive social progress. Social Finance develops pay-for-success and other public-private partnerships designed to address complex social challenges such as achievement gaps, health disparities, and prisoner recidivism. Before leading Social Finance, Palandjian spent more than a decade as a managing director of the Parthenon Group, where she established and led the firm’s nonprofit practice.Co-author of the book “Investing for Impact: Case Studies Across Asset Classes” and vice chair of the U.S. Impact Investing Alliance, she writes and speaks widely on impact investing and social innovation.A native of Hong Kong who came to the United States at age 14 as a foreign student, she studied economics at Harvard, earning Eliot House’s John B. Imrie Memorial Award, and went on to Harvard Business School, where she was a Baker Scholar.Her Harvard roles since graduation have included service as vice chair of her College class, as a member of the Harvard Business School Alumni Board, and since 2016 as a member of the Harvard Corporation Committee on Finance.As an Overseer, she chairs the board’s committee on schools, the College, and continuing education. She also serves on the executive committee and the committee on humanities and arts, as well as the visiting committees for the Division of Continuing Education, the Harvard Kennedy School of Government, and the Sociology Department.An active trustee well beyond Harvard, she serves on the boards of the Surdna Foundation and Affiliated Managers Group. She is a past trustee of Milton Academy and the Robert F. Kennedy Center for Justice and Human Rights, and past chair of the board of Facing History and Ourselves.Palandjian lives in Belmont with her husband, Leon Palandjian ’91, M.D. ’00, and their three daughters.last_img read more

BRO Athletes: Virginia Tech Cyclist Luke Woodward

first_imgI wake up to the sound of coffee brewing, roll over on the hard kitchen floor and groggily check my watch. For most college kids, this would be a result of something a bit different than another weekend of bike racing. For the 18 of us scattered around our hosts’ house, it’s about time to get up and at it. Five a.m. on a Sunday morning, fifteen minutes before my alarm is set to go off and a whopping ten hours before race time, I see the outline of Gavin sit-up next to me and figure I might as well get up and claim my coffee before it disappears. An hour later, the 18 of us are packed like sardines into the two vans that we rented for the weekend. Despite being relatively early in the season, everyone has the routine down by now. I drive as those who are awake make small talk on the way to the course.On any given race weekend, anywhere from 15 to 25 of us make up the Virginia Tech Cycling team, all with different experience and ability levels. Each weekend is hosted by a different school in the ACC, this particular one being hosted by William and Mary.Yesterday’s crit had brought some great results for all of our riders across all categories, particularly in the Men’s A race. After things settled down out of the gun, I got away and ended up lapping the field. Five laps after I got back onto the field, Mike did the exact same thing. Leading the overall, Mike took the win, and I coasted into second. My failed lead out cost Taylor the 3rd spot, but we were plenty stoked on first, second and fourth. Sure, with Spring Break the field was smaller than normal, but we had an incredible team, and we are growing more and more confident. As confident as we are though, today’s road race is a mere 80 kilometers, and being shorter, we all knew it would be that much harder.We arrive at the race parking and it’s all hands on deck unloading all the bikes, setting up stands, and making sure those racing the 8 a.m. race are good to go. After pinning numbers onto teammates’ jerseys and watching them roll out on their neutral roll-out, we pile into the vans to drive the course backwards. We take notes on the relatively flat course, and heckle racing teammates. Seven hours to race time.We get back to parking and have time to work on our bikes. After going through mine, I take a teammate’s bike that might as well been dunked in a barrel of gunk. I try my best to clean up the drivetrain, but 15 minutes before his 10 a.m. start and with only rags, my efforts result in more of my own frustration. Zach, of course, could care less. Five hours until race time.Some of us take naps, others eat, pin numbers, and catch up with friends from across the conference. West Virginia in particular always seems to be around, but are fun to talk to. Even with spring break, I try to get a bit of study time in, mainly in hopes that it’ll put me asleep and I’ll get some decent rest before we race. That plan fails miserably and Gavin and I kill some time by hanging Patty’s bike 10 feet up in a tree.The Men’s A squad for the weekend, consisting of Mike, Taylor, Sean, Oliver, Gavin and myself, check in with each other and see how we’re all feeling. We’re a diverse group with different strengths. Mike is a fantastic time trialist and has gotten in the break every race so far this season. Sean excels at climbing, but is still building up after an Achilles injury. Gavin is more of a mountain biker, and I’m more of a cyclocross racer, but we both enjoy the road season, especially criteriums. Oliver has a good pop, but has only been able to get in limited miles in this year. Taylor won the Conference last year, and is an incredibly strong all around rider. After yesterday’s results, we joke about impossible scenarios playing out today. The actual plan is for Sean to attack on the first of five laps. If he gets pulled back, Gavin is slated to jump off the front. We anticipate he’ll get pulled back at some point, at which point Mike or Taylor, our two strongest, would have the opportunity to launch an attack of their own. Of course, this is all tentative and we know any planning is going to be dependent on how the race plays out. I’m there to aid in launching our attacks, covering other teams’ attacks and taking the role of sprinter if everything finishes together. Taylor won here last year and I tell him it’s his for the taking this year. He downplays it, but I know it’s on his mind. The dream plan: three of us get up the road, and it’s a repeat of yesterday. We laugh that one off, but inside we hope that may just happen.12 o’clock rolls around. Our Men’s B team rolls out for their race. 3 hours out and time to eat. Sean and Taylor have a PBJ-off. Sean claims he’s the best PBJ chef around, but Taylor gives him a run for his money. What few cookies are left come out, and Taylor is able to grab a few more cookie face photos of Sean to add to the album. Meanwhile, I scarf down brownies after my peanut butter and Nutella sandwich is finished. I’m still groggy and plan out my caffeine intake. Mike is asleep and Gavin is doing, well, Gavin things.Becca, our president, my girlfriend, and our only Women’s A, is getting ready and 15 minutes before her start time, I frantically search for any water that might be laying around. Scavenging results in just two water bottles, but enough to get her through a race. She packs those into her cages, Swiss Rolls into her jersey pockets, and rolls to the start line. I take her jacket, give her a kiss, and watch her roll off.Screen shot 2015-06-18 at 9.48.39 AM2.5 hours out and nap time. I lay my sleeping bag out in the cargo van and try to force myself asleep. I get a few minutes of sleep, but enough is on my mind that it’s of little use. I pack up my sleeping bag and find my gear. Being a shorter race, I opt for my skinsuit. No need to take tubes, and the brownie in aluminum foil I bring for mid race I stuff into my leg band. 1.5 hours till race time.We roll out with two missions; first to warm-up and most importantly, to find fluids, especially those containing caffeine. As a college student who races bikes, I have turned into a coffee addict. We find a 7-Eleven just off the course, and as I chug an iced coffee, Sean jokes to limit it otherwise I’ll be left chasing on after a bathroom break. Having had to stop in a few races, I take his joking into consideration though, and limit the coffee intake.We finish our warm-up, killing it on the way back. There’s a feeling of excitement amongst us all. I jump into the finish straight to gauge my sprint. The finish is uphill and it takes a try or two to get it right. Finally, we line up.The neutral roll-out is chill. We talk between teams, everyone hoping for an easy race, but at the same time knowing it’ll get hard as soon as we turn onto the race course. Sure enough, as soon as we make the left onto the race course, everyone accelerates. Over the first few kilometers, attacks are attempted with little success. Eventually a group of five or six gets away with Sean in it. That’s short lived, however and gets reeled in. As soon as that group gets reeled in, almost on queue, Gavin jumps. I watch mid-pack as he gets out of sight with haste and all by himself. Gone, an App State and Duke rider bridge up to him. That lasts until the end of the first lap, and I see Gavin start to come back to the pack. Wanting to have at least one in the break at all times, Mike jumps and bridges up, and Taylor does the same shortly after. Lap two and our plan couldn’t be going better. I smile as I watch Taylor bridge up. We have our two strongest guys in the break. All Sean, Gavin, Oliver, and I have to do is cover any attacks in the field. Other than that, we have no reason to do any work on the front.The next two laps, Sean and I rotate covering attacks. I float back to the back of the pack a few times to check on Gavin, who’s hurting after putting in an attack. I hand part of my brownie over and we choke it down between attacks. My hips start cramping, and coming into lap three, I take a banana feed from the one and only Coach Will. Having graduated last year, Will can no longer race collegiately, but still travels with the team to help out. I’m always appreciative of the help, but probably no more so than grabbing that banana at 45 kilometers an hour. High speed feeds aren’t easy.With a lap and a half to go, I’m at the front, sitting second wheel as I have been much of the race, covering attacks. A particularly hard one comes from a Navy rider, and I jump to cover.Five seconds later I hear a UVA rider yelling, “Gap!!!”. With two teammates up the road, I don’t know why, I have no clue why, but I hit it. I hit it as hard as I freakin’ can. Moments later it’s just me and an NC State rider off the front. We continue gaining ground on the field into the fifth lap until he yells to wait for a chasing VCU rider. Out of the field, the NC State rider and VCU rider trying to bridge are definitely the strongest. I may not have a lot of racing under my belt, but I’m not stupid. By myself, I will probably not bridge up. With one other, I may or may not bridge up to my teammates. With two others, we most definitely will. There’s no way in heck I’m going to bring two of the strongest guys in the field up to my teammates. They might be strong, but we still want to play the numbers.So I attacked. It didn’t work. We roll into our last lap and Will yells we have a 48 second gap to the leading break. 3 kilometers later I attack again. “Break him” I tell myself. This time, I’m successful. Let’s rephrase that; I’m by myself. That’s not exactly successful. I’m out in no-man’s land with 12 k left.Out alone, I quickly question what I’m doing by myself. There’s almost no chance to close a 48 second gap in 12 kilometers to bridge to Mike and Taylor. If I stay away, I get 5th or 6th. Not bad, but being as confident as I am in my sprint at the moment, I figure I could very likely do that by staying in the pack. I give up trying to figure out what to do and just go for it. “Might as well hit”. I tell myself that if I can get to the second to last corner, about three kilometers out, I can hold on to whatever place I’m in. Driving the pedals up and over the one small hill on course, I look down and under my arm. No one in site. Perfect. Now that I’m confident I’m away, I try to control my breathing and get into a rhythm. I say a quick prayer, more to remind myself of the blessing of being able to race and why I race than asking to bridge the gap. Ten kilometers out.I continue to push it, trying to find the balance of smoothness and pounding the pedals with everything in my legs. With seven kilometers to go, I come up on two riders dropped from the break group. As bad as I feel about it, I come up behind each of them and then hit it. As with the VCU and NC State riders, in the case that I do catch the lead group, I don’t want to bring anyone up with me. Tired from being in the break all day, it’s not too much of a problem to discourage them from jumping on my wheel.Three kilometers from the finish, I take the last right turn, alone. Despite my whole right leg cramping, I relax a bit, knowing there’s only one more left hand turn, then about a 1.5 kilometer straight into the finish, and I’m alone. And then I see what I was certain I wasn’t going to see the rest of the race; flashing police lights indicating the front of the race, with Mike and Taylor. I can relax when I cross the line. I ramp it back up out of the corner, with one goal.I finally come up from behind the lead group, which has dwindled to just Mike, Taylor and an App State rider, going into the final left hand turn. With so little runway left, there’s only one option. Before I realize what I’m doing, I attack. If I can create any kind of gap, the App State rider has to work to catch on to me, and Taylor and Mike can just sit on. So I kick it with everything I have left. It’s not much, but enough that the App rider has to jump to cover it. He quickly closes me down with 1 k left. With 300m left, and a 3 on 1, the App rider comes around me and jumps for the line. Without another hard pedal stroke left, I watch as Mike and Taylor follow in hot pursuit. I yell for Taylor, “C’mon TAYLOR!!” As they crest the hill, Taylor comes around the App rider. I look up and see one raised fist in the year, Taylor’s classic victory salute. I’m overcome all the sudden with the best feeling bike racing can bring. Not your own win, but watching as your teammate takes the win, knowing that giving it everything you had, helped them, even if it was just a little, get across the line with a fist in the air.Later, I’d know that Mike got second by a bike throw. I ‘s’ my way up the hill, get a wheelie challenge from teammates standing on the side of the road, and as I loft the front coming across the line, my calf cramps, I unclip my feet from the pedals and roll over into the grass on the side of the road. As Becca and Will help me up, I look up just in time to see Taylor rolling at me on his bike. Arms open wide. He just about knocks me back down again. He has a big smile on his face, but no words yet. Mike rolls over with the same expression on his face, and we look up just in time to see Gavin steam rolling up the finishing straight, taking the field sprint.Over the next few minutes of gathering together, catching our breathe, and rolling back to the vans, we try to figure out how it all went down. We went 1,2,4,8, almost the same scenario that we had joked about earlier. The dream had played out, and we were stoked out of our minds.last_img read more

Visit Indiana reveals first 20 IN 20 list

first_imgStatewide—It’s no surprise to Hoosiers that Frommer’s named “Indiana Among the World’s Top Places to Go in 2020”.  So, Visit Indiana is unveiling the ultimate 2020 travel experience, called The 20 IN 20 (click here to go to the 20 IN 20 page). Visit Indiana says they will reveal 20 lists of 20 must-see, must-do Indiana experiences, one at a time, all year long.They will highlight some of the best the state has to offer as far as dining, destinations and family fun.Their first list was released on New Year’s Day and covers places to eat and small Indiana towns to visit.  Only one southeastern Indiana restaurant made this year’s list, Batar in Seymour. There were however several towns in the area listed on their places to visit list.  They included Madison, Aurora, Nashville, and Shelbyville.   These 20 cities and towns are all home to 25,000 people or less.last_img read more

Obisia, Aransiola Frustrated Joshua from Representing Nigeria, Says Okorodudu

first_img“Joshua really wanted to represent Nigeria at the 2008 Olympics but Obisia Nwankpa and Samson Aransiola deprived him of the opportunity. But now Britain is enjoying what Nigeria should be celebrating,” Okorodudu observed yesterday.Okorodudu said he was not surprised when Joshua said he valued his Olympic medal more than his IBF world title belt.“Of course, he (Joshua) must appreciate the Olympic gold more than the world title belt considering the shabby way he was treated by Nigeria. Moreover, it is the dream of every boxer to win an Olympic gold before forging a professional career,” stressed Okorodudu.But in a swift reaction to Okorodudu’s claim, Nwankpa insisted that he did not frustrate Joshua in his quest to represent Nigeria at the 2008 Olympics.“His (Joshua) case is not the first. We’ve had similar cases like that before. Most of our athletes that live or were born abroad, anytime they want to represent Nigeria they do not go about it in the right way.“Moreover, most of them have the belief that by virtue of living abroad they could just walk into the team without going through the normal selection trials. That is not acceptable,” stressed Nwankpa on why procedure must be followed in selecting athletes to represent Nigeria.Joshua grew up for much of his early years in Nigeria and returned to the UK to join Kings Langley Secondary School.Growing up on the Meriden Estate in Garston, Hertfordshire, Joshua was called ‘Femi’ by his friends and former teachers, due to his middle name ‘Oluwafemi’.He excelled at football and athletics and broke the Year Nine 100m record with a time of 11.6 seconds.Share this:FacebookRedditTwitterPrintPinterestEmailWhatsAppSkypeLinkedInTumblrPocketTelegram Kunle AdewaleIt should have been Nigeria and not the United Kingdom that is celebrating the IBF world title won by Anthony Oluwafemi Joshua had his zeal to compete for Team Nigeria at the 2008 Beijing Olympics not been frustrated.THISDAY can authoritatively report that Joshua who stopped Charles Martin in two rounds at London’s O2 Arena at the weekend to claim the IBF heavyweight title in only his 16th professional fight did everything to compete for Nigeria eight years ago but got frustrated by the national coaches at the time. He won gold for England at the London 2012 Olympic Games before winning the IBF title.Los Angeles 1984 Olympian, Jeremiah Okorodudu, revealed to THISDAY wednesday that Joshua who was born in Watford to a Nigerian mother (Obafemi Martins) and a father of Nigerian and Irish descent (James McClean) would have become the first Nigerian boxer to win an Olympic gold medal had he not been allegedly frustrated by Obisia Nwankpa and Samson Aransiola. Nigeria’s quest for an Olympic gold medal remains a mirage.last_img read more