It’s the opening title song in the movie Justice League.
I’m haunted (besotted) with it. Can’t just get over it.
Especially love this line in the lyrics:
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Written by someone whose understanding of family, and (fear of) loss is similar to mine :)
… with Gal Gadot, or Wonder Woman.
I’m not sure.
“We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.”
— Anthony Burgess (from today’s Economist Espresso newsletter)
Sad: fever is back today morning 🙁
Happy: weight is down, just 0.4Kg from pre India minima 🙂
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the importance of learning multiple languages in this changing world. My post was in the context of the disruption in white collar careers that improvements AI will bring.
Seems like a few other sharp minds have been thinking on the same lines. Here’s a post in the Financial Times discussing research on similar lines, but addressing impact of disruption by Brexit. Here’s their list of languages, though I recommend you read the full post:
It was an unplanned trip, to attend to a family matter. Most of it was very boring. The smog kept me indoors, so couldn’t go for long walks. I’m off TV, so no time to waste there either, and I have no friends left in Karnal to go visit.
Reading was my only escape. I read Anita & Me, and Sapiens, and re-read a bit of Thinking fast and slow. Also read 3 issues of The Economist. Separately, read a 100+ articles in Instapaper.
I even had time to update the AcceleReader for Instapaper Chrome extension with a new feature, despite working on a really slow internet connection.
The visit did end on an exciting note though. On the evening before the flight, I met up with my friends from undergrad for dinner.
I had no clue what to expect. These were the people with whom I spent most, if not all, of my first 3 years of college. And yet I hadn’t seen, or spoken, to most of them in last 5-7 years.
I’ve long believed that friendship is just a bunch of shared experiences. Friendships are kept alive by creating these experiences, or reliving them. What sort of friendship would it be when we haven’t even met or spoken for better part of a decade, and not created shared experiences for even longer?
I’ll just say, I’ll need to revisit (refine?) my understanding of friendship a bit. Continue reading In other news…
Burn old wood, read old books, drink old wines, have old friends.
— Alfonso X of Castile (in today’s Economist Espresso)
