SEBASTIAN MARSHALL

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Barbarian Warlord

The light is low in the bar/cafe, opera music is playing, and I write with a single candle on the table providing most of the light.

The owner is a very internationally inclined Chinese man. Impeccably dressed in Italian clothing, he slowly works the room, offering for people to try...something, I can’t see exactly because it’s too dark. Candy? Chocolate? Olives? Something.

He and I have chatted before, but he sees that I’m working and leaves me to my writing and coffee. The coffee is pretty good. I’d prefer if it was slightly stronger, but it’s still pretty good.

I stayed up all night talking business with a Chinese friend, then had a call back to America scheduled at 5AM local time. I didn't sleep until 9AM, and then I awoke at 5PM when I got a dinner invitation.

Well, dinner for my host, breakfast for me.

Things are on fire? Hmm. Well, then.

It's nice being over-bandwidth, because things come into clear perspective.

Our new office is live on Monday, I've got to be there and start training some of the staff we've got coming onboard.

So my other two major projects need to be deathmarched to a sustainable state for my involvement to fall off a lot after Monday.

Perspective... a little bit of smoke is wafting in the room. Normally I'd go, "Ahh, a fire!" and I'd run to put it out.

But it's a little trash fire. We've got a whole inferno a few miles away. Can't see it, can't smell it, but it'll overtake and destroy many important things if not handled.

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