There are days when nothing you read inspires any thought in you. Or a curiosity to comment on something. It’s as if the whole world has decided to selectively pick topics that you have no interest in. I don’t like such days.
Thoughts
I find it so difficult to stick to a routine, especially a daily one. Whenever I make my mind to try doing something daily, it’s as if the whole universe gets down to foil my resolve. I need to get better at it.
“If you don’t have time to do it right, you’re unlikely to have time to do it over,” reminds Seth Godin. Simple, yet so poignant. I wish I could live my life being aware of this somewhere at the back of mind. It’s not the most efficient way to get the results every time. Being cognisant however that halting is an option always helps.
Our society does not look at “giving up” respectfully. Especially if one does so without being successful. But cashing out early, accepting the failure, is always a sensible option.
Giving up early is problematic. But hanging on just to delay the inevitable is foolish.
I love emails, sending and receiving them. In today’s world of social timelines where you shout into a void and expect an echo back, the medium of email feels a lot more personal. Drafting a long email to a friend today reminded me of the time when I wrote letters to my family, a few pages long. When we carefully selected and penned the words to convey the emotions we were living through. Physical letters were replaced by their digital form, the email, but the manner we communicated didn’t change.
With email, there’s no urgency, no pressure of read receipts and associated expectations for response. And when the response does arrive, there’s a feeling of connectedness. Instant messages, those words we spurt in burst, don’t exude that sense of affinity. A well-thought email does; it makes you mindful of the fact that someone cares.
One is a letter, another is messaging. It’s unfortunate that we have forgotten how to draft the former. I wish I knew more people who shared my liking for this medium.
I watched the pilot for Superstore today. Looks to be a fun, feel-good show. Need such shows to wind down the hectic days with. 🎥
It was around three years ago that I had recorded the first episode of a microcast. Now that I am back on the premium plan on Micro.blog, do I want to record and hear my voice again? More than that, can I keep up? Nope, I hear?
I love Pringles crisps. But the way they stack up, I could never eat them in a bunch — I feel guilty to eat more. As if I am emptying the can sooner and denying others of this wonderful cooked Potato. Fascinating how the container impacts your behaviour. Equally fascinating is the history of this brand of snacks. For example, the attempt was “to develop a new kind of potato chips to address consumer complaints about broken, greasy, and stale chips, as well as air in the bags”.
Well, chips haven’t changed much. And they didn’t even want to — as if they wanted to make the greasiness their identity.
The product was originally known as Pringles Newfangled Potato Chips, but other snack manufacturers objected, saying Pringles failed to meet the definition of a potato “chip” since they were made from a potato-based dough rather than being sliced from potatoes like “real” potato chips.
All the technicality aside (yes, the shape of the crisp has a name), they just don’t taste like chips. They are different. And yet, “no one can eat just one”.
I was listening to some podcast today when at one moment the host said, “We were told no windows”. The first thought I had was what’s wrong with the Windows platform? Slowly, I realised she was talking about the literal windows. You know, those holes in your walls? No, not bugs in your firewall … whatever!
I like Readwise service — however I cannot signup for another subscription. Directly and in USD.
This was the first Amazon Festive sale during which I didn’t buy anything. Nothing. I don’t even recognise this person anymore.