Rishita Chaudhary
@rish_yossarian
multi-hyphenate
tech policy, media & society
Rishita Chaudhary
xeno n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
Through ‘Polyphonic Eating’ DJ Yu Su Wants You to Listen Closer, Taste More, and Feel Deeper
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“This is the entire essence of life: Who are you? What are you?” the young Leo Tolstoy distilled the eternal quest in his diary as he wrestled with moral development and the search for selfhood — a search that begins as soon as we become conscious, reaches a crescendo in the formative years of adolescence and young adulthood, and continues until... See more
Maria Popova • 15-Year-Old Susan Sontag on the Explosive Elasticity of the Self
To wait for something is to value it, to want it, to yearn for it, but to face its absence, its attainment forestalled by time and circumstance. All true waiting — which is different from abstinence, delayed gratification, and other forms of self-discipline — has an element of helplessness to it and is therefore training ground for mastering the... See more
Maria Popova • The Marginalian
The purpose of moral principles, or more particularly moral virtues , is to guide us towards our telos . Once we lose the crucial concepts of character and potential, we are left with a morality consisting of abstract rules, or an acceptance of “human nature” as it is, or judgements about particular actions removed from their proper context. As... See more
Practice and Virtue
Insights from Byung-Chul Han:
The rise of narcissism, the emphasis on authenticity, and shallow technological experiences are eroding essential societal bonds
We need daily and lifelong rituals to help bring narrative structure into our lives
In the past,... See more
The Four Rules of Hosting - Interintellect
interintellect.com
“My soul is a hidden orchestra,” the first entry reads. “I do not know what instruments, what violins and harps, drums and tambours sound and clash inside me. I know myself only as a symphony.”
Fernando Pessoa’s Disappearing Act
For me it has been less a building and more a ritual: prayer beads, mantras, a worry stone.