I’m done with my Arc browser experiment. I don’t use any of the unique features. Plus I miss the ability to use the bookmaklets (I had no idea I would need them this regularly). By being back to the regular browsers, I would know if and how much I miss the Arc’s newness.
Do you start your mornings with a potent dose of caffeine from a freshly brewed cup of Joe? Or do you prefer a slightly less caffeinated nudge from a warm and gentle cup of tea?
Tea, any day for me.
Source: Coffee vs. tea: Which is better for your health? โ
I am reading The 6:20 Man by David Baldacci. It’s a standard action, suspense thriller. But it is built up really well. Interested to find out what comes next. ๐
I always admire people who go to lengths to find unique ways to help them write and publish. This post on including hyperlinks In handwritten posts is a classic example. I can’t take this much effort to publish, but I can see how this must be fun! Love it.
I wish people didn’t include the feeds for their status updates (basically one word updates) into Micro.blog. Not many are doing it and yet the timeline is already too noisy with such posts.
Sigh! Monday has already screwed up all my plans for the day.
Our species’ collective common sense is on a downward trend; my movie theatre experience yesterday proved this again. With mobile phones in their hands, they kill the vibe with the ringtones and flashes. A few pick up the calls in the middle of the movie. Some peek at their phones out of habit just to check the notifications. So what’s fricking wrong with these folks? Can you not stay away from the dopamine-inducing notifications even for a couple of hours?
There is also a crazy trend on the rise recently. People are creating reels of theatre response โ a highly anticipated scene begins, the entry of an important character or a dialogue or a fight sequence, and people have their smartphones out recording the screen. What the fuck, man!
I am ready to pay extra for watching a movie at a theatre with a “no smartphone allowed” policy. I know it’s near impossible, but a guy can dream, can’t he?
A sidetone, the movie I watched was Vikram Vedha, and I absolutely loved it. I don’t care that it’s a remake. It is remade well, in the right spirit, and backed by solid performances.
The longer a break I take, the more difficult it is to get back. It’s foolish but true. Something that applies to everything I do. Even writing. Or replying.
I finished reading Stolen Focus by Johann Hari today ๐
I loved the premise of this book but found the second half unconvincing. Sure, lack of sleep or hunger or extended work hours does lead to loss of focus. But they do harm our society in a lot of other ways. We can’t point to every problem that plagues the world today and say it affects our focus. Similarly, ridding ourselves of the focus problem can help us solve even more significant issues. But without concrete actions, it is all talk.
The extent of topics that Hari wants to cover with the book is too spread for my liking. I wished it was more focused on the subject.
Even though I knew deep within that it was coming, the news of Federer’s retirement saddens me. Being an Indian, I never thought I would watch any sport as intently as I watched Cricket. Or cheer for anyone as loud as I did for India. Federer made me do both – this man is why I fell in love with Tennis.
I cheered every time he effortlessly hit those winners precisely where he wanted. There was some elegance to his aggression that always attracted me, something that the ferocity in the play of his competitors lacked. As his rivalry with Nadal grew, so did the craze amongst us tennis-crazy friends. The respect for both lived through many heartbreaks, one particular during undoubtedly the greatest match of all time.
As the sport moved on, leaving the beauty of the master’s gameplay behind, I moved away from the sport. I have never enjoyed the game since. Yet whenever Federer participated in a tournament, I refreshed the scores during his matches. I hoped that he managed to swat a winner against his tiring, ageing body. Just as he did through his graceful backhands over the years. Alas, it wasn’t to be.
Thank you for bringing cheer to millions of faces. We and the sport will miss your game, GOAT.