Media Dojo

That’s the cry of my daughter’s volleyball team when they rocket the ball into the other court unopposed.

What a difference a day makes.

Yesterday was weird, surreal. There was a lot of mental processing to do. But it wasn’t so much about the day of the attack but more so the year that followed it. When you’re faced with a direct threat, at least there is a distinct focus on what to do next. There’s also the luxury of being able to block out any notion of future given what’s in front of you.

Not so once the imminent danger passes. Then comes the anxiety of knowing you need to continue taking action but not knowing what will happen next. Given a good night’s sleep, I realized that yesterday consisted of me remembering the slow motion unease of late 2001-2002 living in NYC.

But this morning felt different. A massive piece of unfinished business from those days had finally been dealt with, right when I thought it never would. There’s a lot of challenge ahead. I don’t want to tempt karma by dancing over a man’s death.

Instead, I want to focus on the fact that it’s 2011, not 2001 anymore in the deepest recess of my mind. There’s a lot of challenge and hard work ahead for me and for this country. But to quote Jon Stewart:

We’re back, baby!

Time to swing the focus to cloud computing and media.

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