Patent Theft Pending

[Here’s the From the Editor page for the latest issue of my magazine]

In America, the July 4th holiday involves an entertaining combination of patriotic fervor and minor explosives. As a nation, we celebrate the declaration of our independence from the one country that we now call our closest ally (supposedly, the British also celebrate July 4th, but they call it “thanksgiving”).

In Brazil, the July 4th weekend evidently involves a game of brinksmanship (not surprising, in a country legendary for knife-fighting). The country’s health ministry gave Abbott Laboratories a July 6th deadline to drop the cost of its HIV/AIDS drug Kaletra, threatening to declare a “public health crisis” and employ a World Trade Organization process to break Abbott’s patent on the drug.

This would lead, at a minimum, to a generic version of the drug in Brazil, in which 600,000 people are infected with HIV/AIDS. That’s a pretty significant impact, but the Associated Press report on this subject actually goes a step further:

Poor countries without drug industries could take steps to authorize imports from Brazil, experts said. And developing countries with robust generic drug production capacity like India and China could be tempted to follow Brazil’s example, creating a bigger threat to the global reach of multinational pharmaceutical companies.

Now, maybe I’m being paranoid (could have something to do with all those explosives that went off this weekend), but “global reach of multinationals” sounds to me like the Pharma biz is being characterized as the Evil Empire (again), and that voiding patents is a viable way to “stick it to the Man” (note that “the Man” in this case is providing Brazil with the lowest price on Kaletra outside of Africa).
India and China have spent years trying to get up to snuff on intellectual property rights, so we wouldn’t possibly imagine that a news organ like AP would champion their reversion to IP theft. On the other hand, maybe I’m just overreacting:

“The impact of breaking the patent would be enormous,” said Michael Bailey, a senior policy adviser for Oxfam International. “If a major country such as Brazil goes through with this, not only will it help ensure sustainability of their excellent treatment program, it will set a hugely important precedent for other countries.”

Nope! It’s pretty clear that this rep from Oxfam believes (along with an HIV-infected Sao Paolo university professor, and a spokesman for Doctors Without Brains Borders, both quoted in the article) that Brazil’s best path is to void the patent for Kaletra, and then sell the generic form to other countries!

The “hugely important precedent” it would set? That would be “don’t bother researching drugs in this field; we’re just going to get your patents voided.” Then we can see how well Brazil “ensures sustainability” of its treatment program when no new treatments are developed. Last I checked, viruses don’t stand still.

(I want to be fair here, and point out that the article quotes Brazil’s health minister as saying that the country has no plans to export the drug. I also point out that the article fails to quote a single Pharma company spokesman, and the only industry statement is a threat from the International Federation of Pharmaceutical Manufacturers and Associations to withdraw investment and jobs from Brazil.)

–Gil Roth

Unreal city, under the brown fog of a winter dawn

Okay, I’ve goofed on Frank Gehry before, with his “Ooh! Look at me! I’m using curved metal surfaces AGAIN!

But nothing really prepared me for his inane new design for Brooklyn, centering on Bruce Ratner’s new NBA arena for the Nets (guess what? It uses curved metal surfaces!)

Yes, as you can see below, by 2011, Brooklyn will look like the set of a Tim Burton movie. Congratulations. Glad the NYTimes likes it.

(Probably doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that real estate developer Ratner is the Times’ partner on their new building.)

Gehry’s also a bullshit furniture designer.

Complications

Dad’s back in the hospital. He’s been (dry) coughing pretty badly ever we got him home after his heart surgery at the end of April. He’s also had some alternating fevers in the last month-to-six weeks. We took him for CAT scan on Thursday, which revealed an abscess in his lung. He also has this weird tennis-ball-sized lump of hard tissue at the top of his thigh, right where the scar begins from where they took one of the veins for his bypasses.

His surgeon took one look at it Friday and admitted him back into the hospital. Looks like he’s been fighting an infection ever since surgery. Being a tough guy, he kept ignoring his worsening condition, but his girlfriend noticed that he was burning up last week, and got the ball rolling for this current round of treatment. Saving his life for the nth time.

So he’s going into surgery later today, where they’ll drain the lump in his thigh. They’ll get him on a serious load of antibiotics so that the abscess in the lung will get zapped before it spreads to his heart. Everyone (except Dad) sounds pretty optimistic about this. Dad’ll be in the hospital until Tuesday (7/5) at a minimum. I’ll write more on the dadblog as the situation warrants.

Fight the Future

It’s unfortunate that the NY Observer’s article-links go dead so quick, and don’t get reposted to a free archive setup. Otherwise, I’d like to Ron Rosenbaum’s recent columns on the folly of the Freedom Tower. Ron’s argument against the tower is simple: who in their right minds are going to move their offices to a location that will clearly become the #1 target of terrorists the instant it’s completed?

Sure, it’s a “symbol of our determination” or something, but if it ends up with no occupancy, it’s going to be a symbol of a lot of other stuff.

As Nick Ouroussoff of the NYTimes writes in the International Herald Trib, “But if this is a potentially fascinating work of architecture, it is, sadly, fascinating in the way that Albert Speer’s architectural nightmares were fascinating – as expressions of the values of a particular time and era. The Freedom Tower embodies, in its way, a world shaped by fear.”

I don’t think my solution–make it a big memorial park, shunt the commercial rights to other locations, and put up those “towers of light” every September–is going to happen, sadly enough. Of course, I also thought that the West Side Stadium boondoggle was going to get shoveled down New York’s throat, so what do I know?

Glad you (I) asked! I know a lot of blogs, for one thing! At Mickey Kaus’, for example, he writes about the silliness of telling people “you work in the safest skyscraper in the world.”

He also provides a link to the Freedom Tower’s quasi-official website. I’m not sure which genius thought that silent “flyby videos” of the hypothetical tower were a smart idea. Click on “East River Flyby” for the most “creepy” (Kaus’ word) one. [you’ll need Real Player or Windows Media Viewer installed]

Beyond the sheer idiocy of showing an aerial view of a building that replaces two hit by passenger jets, I like the undisturbed wilderness off to the west. That would evidently be the pristine wilds of northern New Jersey. If you look really closely, you might be able to see one of the native goombahs giving you the finger.

Update

Fixed some links and added some sites to the blogroll (see left), including Gennady’s site Newzspeak. Go there and harass him into writing more. I’m gonna get back to laying out those Pharma profiles. If I post “Is Pfizer Pfucked?” at 3am, ignore it; I’m punchy.

Rock Out?

Looks like John Rocker’s walking away from his attempt to return to Major League Baseball, after a not-so-effective stint with the Long Island Ducks of the Atlantic League (6.50 ERA in 23 games, 19 Ks and 28 BBs in 28 innings).

Last month, I wrote about the time I bumped into Rocker and discovered that his public persona was not exactly the same as his conversational self.

So I’m a little bummed to find that he’s just not able to compete well enough to get back to the big leagues. It would’ve been a nice story, especially if he could’ve demonstrated a little more restraint when confronted with the idiocy and provocation of drunken fans.

On the plus side, this whole episode gives you, dear reader, the opportunity to do something good!

If you head over to Rocker’s website, you’ll find that he’s participating in a 150 km bike-ride charity event for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. If you have a little spare cash and want to pledge some money to the cause, you can do so here. And you get to leave him a personal message.

I clicked past that option too quickly when I made my donation, so I didn’t get to tell him the most important thing: Get a haircut.

At ease

I finally have a morning of rest, dear reader. No conference to get to, dinner parties for departing friends, company picnics, or late-starting NBA finals games! I still have a ton of those Pharma & Biopharma profiles to write, but I’m taking today off. The official VM fiancee & I are heading down to a party at the shore soon, but that won’t stop me from dropping some pix from the past week on you! Without Freddy Adu:

Generic crowd shot.

At the BIO conference, there were plenty of oddball sights. I’m still not sure why this guy was dressed like this.

Mr. Kamikaze? Mr. DNA!

The conference consists of lots of regional pavilions, because of the importance of attracting venture capital to economic areas. The Hawaii pavilion was pretty near our booth. After the second day, all the regions start breaking out local entertainment.

Evidently, Canada’s idea of local entertainment was a dude handing out test-tube shots. I should’ve gone over to the Louisiana pavilion in case they had a guy dressed like a hand grenade, giving out shots.

Well, after I left BIO on Wednesday afternoon, I went home for a brief nap, then headed into NYC for a going-away dinner for official VM buddy Bryn. He’s the guy on the left in this pic, which is busy being worth a thousand words. Note: she’s 24 weeks into her first pregnancy.

What’d I tell ya? It was week of preggers for me, as I dined with Mary & Liz that night, and stayed in Philly with my friends Blake & Ines, who are expecting their first kid. Back in the office, we have two bloatinas meandering around. It’s a conspiracy, I tellsya!

Bryn decided to show us his baby, too. I sure love my friends.

Then I get home yesterday and find some young buck just hanging around outside my house! There are no manners anymore!

Job Opening

There’s a vacancy in the NBA! With Shawn Bradley’s impending retirement, we’ll need a new “favorite guy to dunk on” next season!

After this play last January by Stromile Swift, I nominate Yao Ming as the guy everyone will try to throw down on: