Rishita Chaudhary
@rish_yossarian
multi-hyphenate
tech policy, media & society
Rishita Chaudhary
Dear Mr. Nadeau:... See more
As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the weather:
E.B. White • E.B. White’s Beautiful Letter to a Man Who Had Lost Faith in Humanity
Recipes, the elementary forms of the culinary life, are missing in the great tradition of Hinduism.
While there is an immense amount written about eating and feeding, precious little is said about cooking in Hindu legal medical or philosophical texts... Food is principally either a moral or medical matter in traditional Hindu thought
Arjun Appadurai,
i think that human connection is such a blessing despite how temporary it can be. whatever happened or will happen to us is a fact of our existence, i am just grateful to have crossed paths with you and to have meant something to you somewhere somehow.
dialing up my agency, which I think of as something like “manifest determination to make things happen.”
Cate Hall • How to Be More Agentic
🧶✏️👩🏽💻 The internet’s hidden creative renaissance (and how to find it)
Alexandra Ciufudeannewpublic.substack.com
thoughtlessness in the digital realm
The internet’s hidden creative renaissance (and how to find it) - Indie Web
I too have tussled with, a decade later, in contemplating the challenge of cultivating wisdom in the age of information, particularly in a media landscape driven by commercial interest whose very business model is predicated on conditioning us to confuse information with meaning. (Why think about what constitutes a great work of art — how it moves... See more
Maria Popova • Susan Sontag on Storytelling, What It Means to Be a Good Human Being, and Her Advice to Writers
i am renouncing useless guilt, and refraining from making a cult of suffering. i am living in the now (or at least the soon), doing what i fear, trusting joy, and believing i will figure it out. i am taking the time to learn about what brings me joy, not just relief, what feels nourishing, not just numbing.
How to Love Yourself and How to Love Another: A Playful and Poignant Vintage Illustrated Fable About Cherishing the Particular
Maria Popovathemarginalian.org
I felt an urgent demand in the blood. I could hear its call. Its whistling disturbed me by day and its howl woke me in the night. I heard the drum of the sun. Every path was a calling cadence, the flight of every bird a beckoning, the color of ice an invitation: come. The forest was a fiddler, wickedly good, eyes intense and shining with a fast... See more