OwenBloggers: Isha - MBA '08

Late night entertainment - Isha style

I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was just laying there trying not to think about all the things I need to do when I finally get up. Suddenly, I heard the muffled sound of glass breaking. I couldn’t quite ignore it - a week ago, I watched as a guy ponder why all the stuff that was in his car was now laying on the sidewalk next to a pile of broken glass. At least they left his personal belongings… In any case, I looked outside, but the street was empty. Yet I kept on hearing noises. Then a guy appeared from the passenger side of the car. He wasn’t looking around; he wasn’t in any sort of a rush; he just casually walked away. 3 am it started, by 3:02 I called the cops. (Hail to the non-emergency line for Nashville police.) This morning there is a note on windshield. I bet it says: we know you’ve been broken into, we are working on, we will never recover your stuff, and you should never park here between 2 am and 6 am, because there is a break-in on those 50 yards of the street just about once a week. Enough said.

I wish that would mean that the police will monitor the area more often, but we all know that lifting a radio from a car is hardly high priority in a town when meth labs are blowing up all the time. OK, maybe not all the time, but often enough that Vanderbilt is specializing in treating victims of such explosions. Makes me wish I lived back in Glendale where the cops are really nice, but the police is feared and respected, as they are relentless - just like they should be. Then again, the birds there don’t sing as sweetly in the morning as they do in Nashville.

Song of the day:
Matchbox 20 - 3 am

Blinded by the morning sun

6:18 am and it's one of those mornings. I'm checking my e-mail, looking at new job posts and listening to Moloko's - The time is now. Suddenly  and the sun hits me in the eyes.  I'm blinded by the golden light. All I can think of is how right the words are. So much is happening around me; excitement, buzz, anticipation. The moment passes, the sun is no longer in my eyes, the music changed, but the feeling remains - the time is now and it's up to us what we do with it.

Song of the day:

Bopping to the inner music

Sunday afternoon. Kind of lazy day. It was pretty nice in the morning so I decided to take a walk to utilize the day better. I ended up at the local Starbucks, afraid to cross the street and end up at Owen. It’s not my school any more. I still find it hard to believe. Anyway, I was sitting outside on the patio sipping my Mint Mocha Chip Frappucino and taking advantage of the nice sunny day. Suddenly the clouds covered the sun (I noticed because I actually saw my computer screen) and then I noticed drops appearing on my now visible screen. Somehow I thought that my laptop might not appreciate getting soaked (and living in Nashville it’s a given that with a sudden rain comes a downpour), so I scrambled to get inside.

Now, sipping on my frozen coffee, my head moves to the rhythm in my headphones and the body seems to twitch ever so often following that rhythm. And as I look around, other people, in their own little worlds of music follow their own rhythms as their bodies move to their inner sounds.

Song of the day:
2 Unlimited - Nothing like the Rain