#45 - Allegedly A Brimful Of Asha
Hello,
I'm an uncle! My sister gave birth this morning having gone in on Monday. We were uncertain whether little Lakshmi (my niece! fun!) would arrive before I headed off and in stylish fashion she technically arrived before I left but too late for me to come visit. It's this sort of hesitation to avoid seeing people you don't want to that I respect so props to you Lakshmi.
What this all means is that I'm writing this on a plane. A PLANE! The future is here and it is f*cking nuts. I'll be crossing the International Date Line on this trip, meaning Friday 10th January will not exist for me (RIP 10th January, pouring a virgin Bloody Mary out for you now bro), so I'm sending this a bit early.
On this theme, I've a related metaphor I would like to labour to begin today's newsletter if that's alright. You see this week involved some mild pitching, a lot of intense writing and a lot of grappling with uncertainty and it struck me just how much a project is like putting a pin in the map somewhere in the world you think you'd quite like to visit but you've never been before. Maybe it's close to the beach and you thrive on beaches, generally. Maybe it's an environment you've never been to before and you're curious as to how you'll find it. Maybe you just like the name. You know where you want to go, you have a rough idea what it'll be like,
Your job isn't to know how to get there at the start - it's to figure that out. It's to have an enticing destination without yet understanding the mode of transport. And one you have that, there's trying to grasp the local language (finding the form), looking at Tripadvisor reviews (what references might inform this project), so many little pieces to figure out. You can skip a lot of steps and just try to turn up but you'll hate yourself and others will hate you too. Be the conscientious, diligent traveller, friends.
In fact. You know what? I think that's all I'm going to write this week. Yeah. Like just give me bonus points for sending you this on a rocket moving 525mph 30,000 feet in the sky, OK? I am the destinationless man. Perhaps I'll be up here forever...
KITTY KORNER
Not much to report with the boys, except that they continue to be exceptionally cute, A++ top catting. Leaving them for the airport I realised that in the two and a half years I've been their owner that these two weeks away will be the longest I'm away from them. I don't think I'll ever quite get over the fact that you can't tell your pets you're leaving them for a little while. Instead, you resort to behaviours that have a whiff of the serial killer to them - in my case leaving some of my worn clothes about the place so at least my scent is there for them even if I'm not. (I read this was a thing. If this isn't a thing and I shouldn't do this thing, please let me know).
V x
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I'm an uncle! My sister gave birth this morning having gone in on Monday. We were uncertain whether little Lakshmi (my niece! fun!) would arrive before I headed off and in stylish fashion she technically arrived before I left but too late for me to come visit. It's this sort of hesitation to avoid seeing people you don't want to that I respect so props to you Lakshmi.
What this all means is that I'm writing this on a plane. A PLANE! The future is here and it is f*cking nuts. I'll be crossing the International Date Line on this trip, meaning Friday 10th January will not exist for me (RIP 10th January, pouring a virgin Bloody Mary out for you now bro), so I'm sending this a bit early.
On this theme, I've a related metaphor I would like to labour to begin today's newsletter if that's alright. You see this week involved some mild pitching, a lot of intense writing and a lot of grappling with uncertainty and it struck me just how much a project is like putting a pin in the map somewhere in the world you think you'd quite like to visit but you've never been before. Maybe it's close to the beach and you thrive on beaches, generally. Maybe it's an environment you've never been to before and you're curious as to how you'll find it. Maybe you just like the name. You know where you want to go, you have a rough idea what it'll be like,
Your job isn't to know how to get there at the start - it's to figure that out. It's to have an enticing destination without yet understanding the mode of transport. And one you have that, there's trying to grasp the local language (finding the form), looking at Tripadvisor reviews (what references might inform this project), so many little pieces to figure out. You can skip a lot of steps and just try to turn up but you'll hate yourself and others will hate you too. Be the conscientious, diligent traveller, friends.
In fact. You know what? I think that's all I'm going to write this week. Yeah. Like just give me bonus points for sending you this on a rocket moving 525mph 30,000 feet in the sky, OK? I am the destinationless man. Perhaps I'll be up here forever...
KITTY KORNER
Not much to report with the boys, except that they continue to be exceptionally cute, A++ top catting. Leaving them for the airport I realised that in the two and a half years I've been their owner that these two weeks away will be the longest I'm away from them. I don't think I'll ever quite get over the fact that you can't tell your pets you're leaving them for a little while. Instead, you resort to behaviours that have a whiff of the serial killer to them - in my case leaving some of my worn clothes about the place so at least my scent is there for them even if I'm not. (I read this was a thing. If this isn't a thing and I shouldn't do this thing, please let me know).
V x
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