It feels so good to have had an ordinary week at home.
WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING
1.
I had a soft landing into the everyday with a work week that was quite manageable. There was enough to do, but it never bled into the evenings, or god forbid, the weekend. It was also a nice balance of type design and OpenType features along with some graphic design and writing.
2.
After my monthly accountability call with Prateek, I decided that I would send in a proposal for a short talk to a conference happening in October. I’ve had a little germ of an idea for it some weeks, and chats with Amber and Rasagy helped me polish it up. Now, I need to make a video proposal, which honestly feels like a lot to do. When did text proposals become passé?
3.
Amber and I started listening the That was Us podcast, and selectively re-watching bits and pieces of This is Us. That was our entertainment regimen for the past few days.
4.
We cooked at home regularly this week, so we happily went to Carnatic Café for brunch on Friday. It was both a nice treat, and a well-deserved break from kitchen work. On Sunday morning, we made our way to Sunder Nursery early in the morning. It was humid, wet and really quite still to either walk around or sit on the grass, but we enjoyed the weekly market, eating breakfast there and picking up some small odds and ends. We found five varieties of mango there that neither Amber nor I had eaten before — Gulab, Fajri, Aaliya, Haya and Mehtab. With these, the tally of mango varieties we would have sampled this year has risen to twenty. That is the most varieties I have ever eaten in one summer.
5.
Earlier in the summer, Noopur and I set out to do a year-long art project together, but I have been woefully behind in making my monthly artworks. I’m still behind, but during the weekend, I planned and prototyped my collage for June. I also spent some time typing out folk songs that I’ve been goading my Mom to put down on paper.
6.
I’ve struggled to make much headway into reading Aladi Aruna’s Hindi Imperialism, despite being rather invested in the subject. The writing, or maybe the translation, is rather stilted, and I’ve found it tough to stick with. I didn’t let that stop me from picking up Lisa Wool-rim Sjöblom’s graphic memoir about interracial adoption, Palimpsest, and finishing it in one sitting. What with re-watching This is Us, the timing felt very apropos.