Mostly Cloudy

Do I have what it takes to make it in Silicon Valley?

Yes.

I do.

Absolutely.

As long as by 'it' you mean 'coffee'. I can definitely make that – maybe even as well as the Stanford undergrads grinding their beans alongside me. And that's the kind of arrogance you only get from an average-looking English baristaman fast approaching his thirties. So, I accept, the first decade of my adult life is not one that would garner many Views as a YouTube montage. And that's what it's all about, right? That's how we judge our self-worth now? Clicks, Views, Votes … Likes, Shares, Retweets. We've gamified our lives. And our loves. And our lols. Yes, I said it - but I didn't spell it with a 'Z' so I'm still on the right side of social puberty. Our heads are no longer in the clouds, they’re in The Cloud – singular.

That’s where we are.

That’s what we are.

Mostly Cloudy.

So, if that's the game, I can play it. I know a bit about tech. Maybe I can make it work for me. And this time, I know I have to. This time, I know I must succeed – after what happened at my last epic fail. It was messy. The fallout was contained to the inside of my skull, but it wasn’t fun in there, I can tell you, and I don’t want to visit again.

But it’s okay, I’m not going to.

Because this time it’s going to work out.

This time … I've got a plan.

And it’s a plan that starts by serving coffee at Jovaa Coffee House. So get over it.

This is the journal of my plan.