Category: The Halcyon Days
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Best of The Halcyon Days
It’s been over two years since I published something to this blog, to which I published assiduously when I was in college at The University of Chicago, but began to neglect when I left to work on Mergenote, a startup of mine. As I figure out what I want to do with my personal homepage,…
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On Overcoming Writer’s Block
I’ve been battling writer’s block. I haven’t posted anything since early August and nothing decent since June 5. I’ve been trying to figure out what happened. It’s not like I’ve been lacking in topics to write and opine about. A lot has happened since early summer: revolutions and social movements at home and abroad, the…
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To The Child Sleeping On The Bus,
You will grow up and do unspeakable things, will perpetrate countless tiny acts of evil on your fellow humans being, and you will become an adult and develop callouses on the soles of your feet because the path to the grave gets increasingly rocky and jagged the farther one walks toward its terminus some ways…
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On Breaking Radio Silence
After a long hiatus from writing on my blog, I feel this surprising emptiness. One would think that taking almost two months off from writing anything personal would leave one bursting with ideas and stories and hundreds of observations gathered while doing something other than sitting behind a computer screen, tapping away on a keyboard.…
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Soaker
Standing in the garden, quenching young tomatoes’ roots, I shot a bee out of the air. I followed it, in jet mode, full bore. Death in the mud by waterfall, not drowned but bludgeoned and crushed.
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On The Importance of Losing Oneself
A friend of mine who is currently devoting all her time into getting in a reputed university in Australia, as the Australian gamsat needs prep sent me and a couple other friends an email. Attached was a link to a David Brooks piece in the New York Times, which articulated quite well one of the…
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What I Learned in College, in 372 Words
In college I majored in Victorian novels and travel writing and cold unfeeling minimal house. I dated and fell in love with delicate abstractions of my own thoughts, many of them. I learned that structures based on recounting the tales of old truths is what academia is. That in spite of the putatively groundbreaking research…