Slowly but surely this has become a part of my daily reading:
http://morning.computer/
I like that there is a famous writer who cannot but help write stuff. All the time. And he has a morning musing page which he just updates for himself.
This makes me want to do things everytime I read it. I could update a blog every day. Draw something. Or write something. But no.
I live in a house where three people exist, where only two at a time talk to each other and the other one is shut in the room. We live like refugees. And the token effort made to remedy the refugee-like situation on my part is buy a book shelf and take a week to assemble it and finally put it up, unloading two cartons of books.
Its wobbly and wonky and I have a deeply unsettling sensation that it might come toppling down in the middle of the night.
http://morning.computer/
I like that there is a famous writer who cannot but help write stuff. All the time. And he has a morning musing page which he just updates for himself.
This makes me want to do things everytime I read it. I could update a blog every day. Draw something. Or write something. But no.
I live in a house where three people exist, where only two at a time talk to each other and the other one is shut in the room. We live like refugees. And the token effort made to remedy the refugee-like situation on my part is buy a book shelf and take a week to assemble it and finally put it up, unloading two cartons of books.
Its wobbly and wonky and I have a deeply unsettling sensation that it might come toppling down in the middle of the night.
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