Final Analysis: The Year in Business

Observations from Boomtown, U.S.A.
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Please disregard the Chinese calendar. Turns out that 2015 was the year of the crane. At least in Seattle.

Looks as if 2016 will be, too. And on and on until boom goes bust.

You know it will. Go bust, that is. It always does.

But for now, the business of Seattle is developing the future look of Seattle. In Ballard, that means five- and six-story apartment buildings designed in the Bow-Wow-Haus style by alumni from the Northwest School of the Architecturally Challenged. On Capitol Hill, it means feigning historic preservation by saving the façade of a sweet old building and gluing it to the front of a new hipster-plex. And, in downtown Seattle, it means trying to keep from being subsumed in a high-rising flood of Amazonian proportions.

This glut of development offers the clearest example that lenders are eager to part with lots of cash to help Seattle fulfill its mission of cramming thousands more people into the geographical equivalent of a walk-in closet, then taking away their car keys and parking spaces and telling them to devise a new way to get to work.

Some of those lenders are from other countries, notably China. These well-heeled foreign nationals pony up big bucks under the federal EB-5 program to gain access to a green card. It’s all above board, don’t you know. Except when it isn’t. The Securities and Exchange Commission says local developer Lobsang Dargey, a former Tibetan monk, diverted tens of millions of dollars of EB-5 money to other personal “projects,” including building a house in Bellevue and gambling some of it away in casinos.

Meanwhile, one of Dargey’s EB-5 projects, the 41-story Potala Tower in Belltown, is an enormous hole in the ground that will likely gape for a long time, not unlike the Seahawks’ secondary after a fourth-quarter collapse.

Seattle, of course, knows from holes in the ground. I suggested last year that the tunnel not being dug by Bertha would be a good place to park the Jeff Bezos Collection of Amazon Drones, but the Potala Pit is only two blocks from Amazon’s new downtown campus. It’s almost as if it was meant to be. Thank you, Mr. Dargey!

More business-related questions to ponder as the Year of the Crane comes to a close: 

As Tableau Software quietly becomes the dominant economic force in Fremont, what are its ultimate goals? Better seats for the Solstice Parade? Easier access to Fremont Brewing? Neighborhood discounts at Brooks Running?

Going forward, what should we make of the fact that Apple’s new iPad Pro is a fairly obvious copy of Microsoft’s Surface Pro, and that Windows 10 appears to be Microsoft’s best operating system since cave drawings? Is the new Microsoft of Satya Nadella and Brad Smith really a force for Apple to reckon with? Or will they also decamp Redmond for the NBA?

Will Seattle embrace its own broadband internet system and loosen the grip of Comcast, CenturyLink and others who would happily bundle our communication needs into one neat package deal that we can’t extricate ourselves from until the Mariners win the World Series?

When Weyerhaeuser moves its corporate headquarters to Pioneer Square, will the CEO plant a tree in the lobby for old times’ sake?

When Boeing starts making a profit on its 787 Dreamliner, will airlines stop charging us for legroom?

If Alaska Airlines and Delta Air Lines ever meet for a peace lunch, will that lunch taste like pretzels or peanuts?

The answers may become more obvious in 2016, although it’s hard to see anything clearly with all those cranes in the way. 

JOHN LEVESQUE is the managing editor of Seattle Business magazine. This column also appears in the December issue of Seattle magazine.

Final Analysis: Would You Go to Work for Donald Trump?

Final Analysis: Would You Go to Work for Donald Trump?

Or would you rather end up on his enemies list?
 
 

Imagine getting a call inviting you to work for your country.

Now imagine your new boss is Donald J. Trump.

Would you move to Washington, D.C., to work for the president of the United States? For this president of the United States?

From what we know through simple observation, Donald Trump suffers from chronic narcissism, he doesn’t read much, he rarely smiles, he has a vindictive streak, he treats women badly, he has the argumentative skills of a bruised tangerine, he fears foreigners almost as much as he fears the truth and he spends his waking hours attached to marionette strings being manipulated by Steve “I Shave on Alternate Thursdays” Bannon.

Sure, you’ve probably suffered under bad bosses. But this guy takes the plagiarized inauguration cake. He thinks it’s OK to assault women. He made fun of a journalist’s disability. He said a judge couldn’t be impartial because of his ethnic heritage. He doesn’t pay people who have done work for him. He has been a plaintiff in nearly 2,000 lawsuits.

We have to assume that Sally Yates, the acting attorney general who got herself fired in January for standing up to President Trump’s ban on accepting immigrants from predominantly Muslim countries, has probably updated her résumé by now. No doubt she proudly included a mention that she torched the president whose approval rating after one week in office had dropped faster than it had for anchovy-swirl ice cream.

If I worked for Trump, it would most likely be a challenging assignment. I try to be gracious and diplomatic with supervisors and coworkers, but I draw the line with people who lie to me. Or lie to others and put me in an awkward position. With them, I’m not so gracious, and I don’t hold my tongue. Which would probably get me early induction into the Sally Yates Hall of Flame.

Or maybe on the president’s enemies list. None other than Trump’s reality-TV pal, Omarosa Manigault, has revealed that the president possesses a long memory — longer, even, than his neckties — and that his people are “keeping a list” of those who don’t like him.

I know I should give my president the benefit of the doubt, but I’m happy to make an exception in this case. I don’t like Donald Trump. And I would be honored to be on his enemies list. Not since I played pickup baseball in grade school have I had such an urge to scream, “Pick me! Pick me!” Being added to a Presidential Enemies List would be such a treat, a career topper, really. Better than submitting to a colonoscopy without anesthesia. Or watching reruns of Celebrity Apprentice. Without anesthesia.

If selected, I would pledge to save my best words for the president and I would only use them in the bigliest way.

Of course, making the enemies list means I might never get the call to join the new administration. I might never get to engage in locker-room banter with POTUS. I might never get to untangle the marionette strings. I might never get to buy razors for Steve Bannon.

It is a sobering realization. But we must serve where we are best suited.

John Levesque is the managing editor of Seattle Business magazine. Reach him at john.levesque@tigeroak.com.