Month: December 2019

Cathedrals we built

I think everyone who had any experiences working on any projects that are considered significant, in a way, must have experienced a mixture of excitement, relief, and not to mention anxiety in its culmination. At least that was how it felt the time I was writing the acknowledgements section for my thesis three months ago. […]

Slice of pie

Austin Kleon shared a shot from Booksmart — which sadly I haven’t been able to watch! — and in his words, “If other people have to lose to make you feel like a winner, something is broken — in you, and in the system in which you participate.” He then shared a picture of a […]

Because someone woke you up

I just finished my 70th book of the year. It was Rachel Cusk’s Transit and in my opinion it was, well, A-OK since I am in the mood of reading something with at least some plots happening and Transit is the kind of book that does not offer that. I was once asked if I […]

Every bright spot

I am currently reading Rachel Cusk’s Transit, which is the second book in her Outline trilogy about a writer, Faye, who goes through multiple phases in her life and the books in the trilogy documents conversations with — more of like anecdotes from — people of whom she has met. That is basically what the […]

Slow and delicate

(This is another post where I lament about how we overlooked the implications of the things we built.) Full disclosure! Sometimes I read back my previous posts and was amazed to consider how the blog has changed itself over the course of the year as I set out to write 300 words (almost) every day […]

Chimney pots and slate removed

I am very intrigued with the idea of attention redirection towards something that is much more worthy, as advocated by Jenny Odell in her book How to do Nothing (and if you have been reading here long enough or are my friend in real life, you’d know how much I have been raving about the […]

No there and then

I think the last time I ever went anywhere and voluntarily decided not to be 24/7 connected to the Internet was five years ago. It was a weekend trip, and I got my flight booked to attend the TEDxTalk in Ubud, Bali. I decided to splurge on staying at a villa overlooking the terraced paddy […]

For what we will

I’m so happy to receive my long-awaited copy of Jenny Odell’s How to do Nothing in the mail two days ago. I have been struggling with the idea of digital detox and self-care bath bombs etc. because they seem so individual and temporary. I wish with all my might that I could disconnect for real […]