Archive for July, 2005
No Reply at All - Part One
Recently a client sent an email to one of his long-time business acquaintances suggesting we all meet so the acquaintance and I could learn more about one another’s services and how we might help each other’s clients. The acquaintance made no reply.
I emailed and called the acquaintance, who I know in passing through a referral organization we both are members of to ask that we sit for coffee sometime and break the ice more formally. After all three contacts, he made no reply. My client said that’s the way he is with everyone and that I should keep calling. So, my choices are to chase or move on. In this case, I choose to move on.
I called three other members of the referral organization inviting them to coffee so…
Congratulations - It’s a BOY !
A deep and warm congratulations to my client, Hank Morton, creator and president of Baja Bound Mexican Insurance Services on the birth of his first child.
Quite a special site…see for yourself. Maybe you recall your first child, or imagine how wondrous and weighty it must feel to shepherd a life into the world.
I’m in awe…
www.hankandandrea.com/seth/seth.php
The company little Seth will inherit currently looks like this: www.BajaBound.com
A BIG Bunch of Georges
Have you kept up with how the Tour de France is unfolding this year? It’s amazing that Lance Armstrong is on track to win a seventh consecutive Tour. That has never been done before. But I’m a little scared.
What am I scared about? That the fame machine will turn the story into one almost entirely about Lance, when there is simply no way he could win without an equally exceptional team around him. But maybe I don’t have anything to worry about.
For the first time in his six previous victories that a teammate won one of the 20 or so stages of the Tour. George Hincapie won Sunday’s race. Lance was seventh.
George is one of the guys whose primary job it is to plow the way forward for…
Community is a Great Antidote
I have been mulling over an idea since the attacks in London last week.
I have been slow to share my thoughts about how terrorism affects us because it could be misconstrued for band-wagon-jumping. There is the added difficulty of writing about the bombings without evoking such images of the incidents in your minds that I lose your attention, or contribute to your suffering. Alas, in any attempt to share ideas not everything can be controlled. Sometimes all I need to know is the intention is good - and then I can listen openly. So, with that ’round-the-houses preamble, here is my idea:
The antidote to terrorism is community.
It is a simple idea. In the dozen or so conversations I have had about this, no one has objected. A few…
Lifelong Toleration Handled
Hello frequent readers! Hello first time visitors! I say hello to you during a perfectly sane hour - well, almost. It’s 9:45 p.m. and I’m jotting this for you minutes before I indulge my lower brain in half an hour of pulp television, reality TV style. (Actually, it may be pulp TV, but I watch it with a social scientist’s eye, looking for how the people are communicating, handling stress, concocting silly realities and - just how much they can eat and drink before creating some new eye-rolling moment.)
Have any of you noticed I’ve been posting less frequently lately? Want to know why? Simple: I finally, FINALLY(!) handled one of the all-my-adult-life tolerations…insomnia.
Now, if you know anything about me from direct experience or by proxy reading the content of…
Happy Interdependence
I love this holiday – this festive, secular celebration of the great ideas and determined actions that coalesced into the creation of a terrific nation. I do. I love this holiday.
From my balcony I enjoy five or six fireworks displays, from downtown San Diego to the south to Sea World to the northwest. My holiday festivities are provided in large part by other people.
And so it is for many, many of our blessings. They are provided in large part by other people, many of whom we will never know. We are connected; there is no getting around it. The nectarine I ate this morning with sunflower seeds and plain vanilla yogurt was planted, tended and harvested by strangers, so that I might enjoy it one summer morning. The paper…
