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I haven’t looked to see how long it’s been since my last post - perhaps because time will prove too fleeting if I use this as my watch.

This has been the best weekend I’ve had in a long time. In large part because I chose to put my cell phone aside and my computer down, fortunate  to have enough business that I could afford a couple of days for me and mine. As I’ve been telling my business partners, I’m a passionate person, so my fire burns long and hot. Once quenched though, it can take a long time to stoke. It’s nearly June, and this weekend aside, the amount of full days that I’ve taken off can be counted on one hand. After an especially busy week (last week) I lost my credit card and my wedding ring (separate incidents), which led me to believe that I either had a tumor that was affecting my short-term memory or I needed to take some time off. Taking time off meant completely blowing off some regular weekly meetings that I knew would only lead to more work.

That was a week ago today. I did have to work a little, but for the most part I put work aside. Kami and the kids returned from their trip to Montana on Thursday, so I’ve spent as much time as I could with them, mostly letting Selah enjoy her time outdoors on our newly mowed yard. Now I’m getting ready to show some condos to some out of state buyers, and I can say that my fire is lit again. I’ve excited to show them - excited to get to know good people. I’ll be of better service to them because of it, so I’m going to have to be better about taking the time to sharpen my axe.

What can more boring than talking about not writing? Let’s leave it at that.

Being unable to sleep has made me highly productive this morning. I got a workout in this morning and returned home before anyone else had woken, which meant that I was able to shower and dress and get to the coffee house for a little reflection before the onslaught of work begins.

There are two men - one on each side of me - reading the paper. I don’t think that I’ve seen two people reading a paper in years. I know that my parents still read the paper, and while their rural location doesn’t lend to finding information quickly online, I believe that even if they had a good internet connection it wouldn’t replace the tactile relationship that they have with the local paper and a hot breakfast. Kami and I ordered the paper for six weeks when we first moved to the Seattle area, but we were so overwhelmed with the sheer quantity of paper that we canceled our subscription before we were forced to line the hallways.

There are two large market papers in Seattle - the Seattle Times and the Seattle Post-Intelligencer (or the Seattle PI). Oddly enough, they’re owned by the same company. They tried to sell the Seattle PI a few months ago, but with no success. So they’re going to be forced to move to an online-only format, which means that bloggers are becoming the paper, and papers are becoming blogs.

While I regret that employees of the PI will be without work, I can’t help but think that it’s little wonder that the PI wasn’t profitable. My relationship with the local papers is not a fond one - in a recent newsletter to my clients I pointed out their duplicitous nature - selling papers with a dramatic headline that the body of the article seemed to refute. As with most anything, I think that when a company becomes more concerned with the sales of their product rather than the quality of their product, their business will suffer. I have two examples on opposite sides of the issue that readily come to mind: GM and Apple. I remember about six years ago the CEO of General Motors apologizing to his customers for 20 years of shoddy craftsmanship - which was a trend not easily reversed, if their present day concerns are any evidence. Apple Computers has had slow growth in comparison to their competitors, but I know that they’ve always been concerned with quality design and quality products, and over the last eight years they’ve reaped the benefit.

The last example has become very practical to me lately. Although I wanted a MacBook Pro notebook computer, financial prudence compelled me to order a Dell computer at 1/2 the price. In short order though, it became readily apparent that Dell’s mission was less consumer-centric than Apple’s, and I’ve since cancelled my Dell order so that I can order a computer that I want. I need to practice what I preach after all: you get what you pay for, and while I could have gotten a discounted product with discounted customer service from a discount retailer, I’m voting with my dollars for a company and a product of quality.

By the way - the order that I cancelled with Dell - they shipped it anyway. They didn’t mean to, and they shouldn’t have, but they did. Which means that I have to go through the hassle of processing its return and waiting two weeks for them to reverse the charges to my credit card. The Dell computer should arrive today - I’ve never looked forward to returning something so much in all my life.

I’m at a coffee shop again, trying to put the work and internet aside long enough to ruminate on my environment.

I just dropped my mom off at the airport and used the traffic as an excuse to pop by my favorite coffee shop in Seattle. The flagship store for this coffee shop used to be on Capitol Hill, which is as colorful a place to people watch as any in Seattle. That location was closed for most of last year as they built a new location - which I’m checking out for the first time today.

I had high hopes when I came in - it’s not everyday that you walk in to see an enormous white parrot perched on the shoulder of a patron without an eyepatch. The host, or perch, is an 85-pound woman in her early fifties, although she looks older than she probably is. I asked if I could take their picture (for the blog), and her response indicated that mine wasn’t the first such request. Not only did she say ”no”, but she said “Please don’t.” Alrighty then. I admit it was a little uncomfortable for me to ask, but as I walked away I couldn’t help but think that it’s little wonder that she’s alone with a bird.

My friend Alvin recently wrote a blog post about the absence of isolated thought in the digital age, and as I look around, I see his argument supported. There isn’t a single case of commingling - everyone is alone, with the exception of their laptop, newspaper or book. No one is meeting, no one is talking, and most people (including myself) reinforce their bubble with the use of white earbuds. I’ve recently been challenged at work to talk to more people, even approaching strangers and starting a conversation for no other sake then getting to know more people (networking). There are a number of recent books on this subject, no doubt inspired by this current trend of isolationism. It’s an interesting experiment: most people try to be resilient and counter my greeting monosyllabically. Eventually though, they accept my warm nature and return it in kind. Once they find out I’m not (1) an Amway sales rep or (2) a Jehovah’s witness, they might actually breakdown enough to ask me a question or two.

My battery is about to die - thanks to work that I felt I had to attend to before I started a blog post. I’m committed to writing more and updating the blog more often, so please check back soon.

We all got home yesterday a little before 2pm - right before Selah’s nap time. I let Kami get settled in with David a little and then I went across the street to pick up Selah from our favorite neighbors I told Kami to have the video camera ready, so as soon as I got Selah free of her snow gear I could videotape the first meeting between brother and sister. I’m so glad that we did this, because it tells us so much about Selah’s character. She was super excited to hold her new brother, and she seems to know that this baby will be sticking around. I’ve posted a link below so you can all see their first meeting:

Quality of YouTube video is a little grainy, but click above to watch.

Kami came home from work Wednesday afternoon and decided to check the mail. She opened the mailbox, and contemplated waving at a nearby neighbor when her water broke, and she decided against it. We were a little surprised - thinking that we had a solid three weeks before we had to organize a mad scramble to the hospital. Needless to say, this made our scramble all the more mad

We got to the hospital at 5pm, and our friend Megan Antonius (who was our attending nurse when Selah was born thanks to her willingness to change shifts) arrived around 8pm. Megan is a Labor & Delivery Nurse, and an awesome asset to have in a delivery room (takes some of the pressure off of me mostly). Kami started pushing around 11:50pm, and at around 12:20am on Wednesday, 12/17/2008, our second child was born.

A baby boy! We were very surprised because Kami’s pregnancy didn’t seem to vary that much from when she carried Selah. His name is David Carrico Moore: David for literal reasons (read 1st Samuel 17:58), and Carrico after one of my favorite people on earth, my grandfather Frank Carrico. We had the name planned before Kami and I were married (just as Selah’s was), and I’m glad that we get to honor him with a grandson.

These pictures aren’t the best, so I’ll post more tomorrow. Right now it’s almost 2am, and everyone is a little tired. The baby is healthy (7 lbs, 12 oz; 19.5 inches tall), and Kami is also feeling healthy and strong.

Welcome David! You are loved!

I saw this awhile ago, but I’m only posting it now. It aired several weeks ago on CBS Sunday Morning (must watch tv), and I thought it was a pretty neat story on fulfilling personal dreams, even after they were put on hold for 53 years.

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