Sunday

Just getting my tea on as usual

I love the quote by DJ Sasha. Cafe, tea, cafe, tea and yes cafe is the harder drug. Life is a little more comforting waking up today. It’s Sunday; a great day really. I’m still living here at 10251 Johnson and I can say at this point it’s not really fresh anymore. I was smoking a Romeo y Juliet this morning in the sideyard , beginning, the day and was met with my Dad and stepmom’s typical polarity.

They really are rumblefish.

So, I woke up thinking today that I don’t really want to live in a conventional setting. That is a house or condo, but would prefer to live in a warehouse. I remember chillin with Takatoshi in some warehouses in New York and I loved it. It was something like the cover of that Orbital album featuring Halcyon + On + On.

The warehouse was set off in the distance against NYC in an industrial section of town with a liqour store convienetly located nearby. The city is in the distance but there you are smug in your own precinct protected from the masses. Creative precincts are amazing for artistic revelations. I remember an interview with Moby where the man said he lived in this abandoned warehouse in NYC I think it was where 2 people got killed in the builiding in one month alone. It’s interesting because I really look at Moby’s music as electronic pop. Not in it’s composition but just it’s juxtaposition in the music industry.

Overall, I like Moby’s music.

Professional Life

  I just finished shining my leather shoes from Italy. I remember when I first met Sayan and Twisham, I really admired their professionalism. The dress pants, the collared shirt, and the tie. I remember visiting Twisham and Sayan at their office and the professionalism appealed to me.  I also remember my first week in Pittsburgh, and that weekend I flew to Atlanta, Georgia to visit yet another Indian friend of mine. And there I was arriving at the Atlanta airport in dress pants, a blue collared shirt, and a pair of New Balance shoes which simply didn’t match. Days later it was typical to find Twisham coming home after a long day, and he he would simply spend the majority of the weekends talking with his family over the computer.

  I admired it all really. I looked up to those guys. And here I am fresh out of college as a young Silicon Valley professional. My days at the office mainly consist of making phone calls with senior software managers and engineering manager’s from the world’s largest technology companies. I think back to my business management class with Krishnamurty at the International Center for Management and India Studies in Bangalore. Krishnamurty would always praise me, everyday he thought up something to make me smile. He would say things like, “Rory’s going to have the greatest tea business in the world”, emphasizing world with a a sincere, slow and exaggerated tone. I also think back to our international business class with Vinay Kumar and all those discussions with Sunny, Areli, and that Indian girl whose names alludes me.

  Then, there was always Takatoshi Iwashita and my first company Beat Generation. I would watch Taka spending entire nights studying for his master of business administration at Point Park University. He’s still one of my greatest inspirations. And now, here I am taking the bus to the office in the morning reading the business and technology section of the morning newspaper. I leave for work at 6:25am and return home at about 7pm, tired, and simply wanting to chill out. Chilling out, this is my balance. And then Draden wakes me form my rest calling me to let me know that he’s been researching suppliers for our clothing business. And it just continues on as I glare out at Silicon Valley from the balcony of our office, high in the sky, never forgetting where I came from.

Life Beings Here

  I was just listening to the track, “The Weekend Starts Here”, by Fatboy Slim. In a sense real living starts here. I remember Professor Adams once said to us in class never delay real living. And I’m in absolute agreement. I’ve noticed quite a bit of inspiration flowing into my life lately.

Omens. A random quote, “The DJ took pills to stay awake and play for 7 days”. Takatoshi initiated our networking forum for teaism. He recieved an invitation via email last week to contemplate the significance of “chill out”. I recieved a Skype message from him at 5am, and then sequentially several messages regarding our vision of tea lounge. Such a vision is like a little sound effect dropping in on note 62 on the drum machine, subtle yet brilliant.

  “I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.”