I am just one book away to complete my 2020 reading challenge. Goodreads tells me there are still 14 days left! It believes I can do it! I know many can. I don’t know if I can in 2020. Such has been this year.
I wish Micro.blog had an option to delivery email digest of the posts - I like the way Dave Winer has setup his daily “newsletter”. It’s a good way to follow one’s thoughts. Even if no one else, I myself would like to receive a digest on a schedule - daily, weekly whatever.
Achieving simplicity is the most complex activity.
Tenet is finally getting a theatrical release in India. And of the 4 reviews that I skimmed the headline of, the verdict is split.
Does it matter? Not at all, I am going to watch anything that Nolan makes.
In theater? Absolutely not, even if it’s made by Nolan.
I was fascinated to learn about the so called town under one roof - Whittier. It has to be one of the most isolated places which people call home. I have so many questions about how the residents of this town make this place a home, how the isolation, the sameness affects them. It mustn’t be easy.
I was mesmerized by this how Michael Stevens describes what the town must represent.
The earth around Whittier is not always a friendly place. But so long as people call it home, Whittier stands as a magnificent gesture of defiance. Of human engineering. And the strength of inertia, of our desire to stay.
The more I think about it, maybe the life of us city dwellers is no less isolated than the residents of Whittier. Sure, they are stuck in one same building, surrounded on all sides by rocks. But so are we - if not physically, mentally we have caged ourselves.
Public speaking is a skill not all who speak publicly master - many tend to lose the listener’s attention. Defeats the whole purpose when people who you want the most focused aren’t even listening to you.
Prompts help me write - this last month has reinforced this belief of mine. It’d helped me when I was writing more fictions as response to weekly prompts. However, it also made me realise that writing daily and freely doesn’t come naturally to me.
It was a dark lane, darkened further by a fluctuating street lamp. The pedestrian found it curious how it wasn’t the darkness, but the undependable light that made him queasy. A stay dog sensed his uneasiness, considered a bark, but gave a dull yawn. A sigh passed the dog by.
The masks can’t mask the ugliness of one’s soul. In that sense, it is absolutely transparent.
I just watched Ocean’s Twelve - such a silly, illogical film. Absolutely disappointed again, the dilemma now is should I watch the prequel first or the sequel. I would want to keep the interest in the trilogy intact. So maybe lesser the better.