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Lime Juicers

Until a few days ago, I had no idea that a Lime Juicer was infact person with a specific kind of job. It is a very strange side hustle. 

"..charging scooters involves capturing the scooter, bringing it home with you, and charging it to full battery. To do this, find a scooter that’s available for capture using your Bird or Lime app, go up to the scooter, then scan it using your app. This will unlock the scooter. At this point, you can ride the scooter or just wheel it along with you"

Every turn of phrase in this line of work is gaming oriented. Instead of playing games online, this allows a person to have the gaming experience out in the real world and also make a few bucks along the way. Makes you wonder, if this might be the beginning of the end for jobs that have no gaming quotient at all. More to point, if such jobs will completely fail to attract the talent that is attracted to gigs such as Lime Juicing and Bird Catching.

A related topic is work-life integration and extend…

Recycling Deadend

Interesting read about the current state of waste recycling in America. Each time I am in the grocery check-out line and the cashier asks "Paper or Plastic?" - I cringe inside as knowing that both choices are bad and one needs to be made. For many years, I lugged around my cloth bags to grocery stores and found it impractical for the way I tend to shop - a couple of big trips a month and then only quick stops for a few things. The most environmental harm comes from those two big trips that end up needing a lot of bags. 

A greener way would be to walk to the nearest store and bring back what I can carry in my cloth bag - it is how my father still does it. He combines walking and grocery shopping every morning; something he can afford to do at this stage of his life. It seems like once a person grows older and the pace of their life slows down, being green becomes way more possible. Conversely, the more we automate our lives, and create more productive hours, the worse off thin…

Money and Love

A longish read but a very useful one about the role of money and discussions about how to spend it impacts relationships. Very commonsense advise comes somewhere towards the end of the article

We realized that it suits our style to have a loose structure, something that provides a framework—but not so much that we rage against the rules. We decided that we’ll each take money out of our individual accounts and combine it for big projects, like home renovations and furniture and vacations; we’ll Venmo each other when necessary to even things out; we’ll alternate organically when buying dinners and other day-to-day things.

The author quotes a woman as saying“I think that being financially transparent in a relationship is more intimate than sex.” I could not agree more and will add that the lack of synch in the one area can quickly bleed into the other. People come to a relationship with very different attitudes towards earning and spending money. While not always a deal-breaker to have dif…

The Moonstone

My quest for fiction that I could enjoy reading lead me to The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. A familiar title by name but one I had never read before. There is a certain quality to the storytelling that appeals to me - and it may have everything to do with the kind of fiction I read when I was first able to choose my own books. Those were not times of choice or abundance. The local library was stocked with books that were donated by people who longer had any use for them. Frequently, the belonged to the older generations. When the person had passed on, their family needed to clear the space for the burgeoning ranks of the living. It was good that the books found a home in the library. Thanks so such provenance, I grew up reading literature that was popular and fashionable a few generations ago. 

That seemed to have set my tastes in literature in a certain almost inflexible way. There must be some intangible qualities that are shared between these books I encountered in my early reading …

Club of Privilege

People are struggling to make sense of the college admissions scandal and this author attempts to provide perspective on the recipients of the unfair advantage who remained blissfully ignorant of the many intercessions on their behalf. Stancil ridiculously conflates the situation at hand with kids who get a chance to attend the best schools because their parents paid a premium on home prices. 

He claims they too are privileged and ignorant of it and therefore no different than the kids whose parents got their kids into college with million dollar bribes and other chicanery. I am sure a big tent approach to ignorance about privilege expiates guilt here but at some point commonsense needs to prevail.

I was one of those parents who strove for their kid to have access to the best public schools and yet never owned a home in the most expensive neighborhood in town. We lived in a modest apartment for the longest time and still made it work. I know many kids from similar backgrounds who have a…

The Viceroy's House

Watched The Viceroy's House and left confused thanks to my glaring lack of knowledge of Indian history. Gurinder Chadha tells the story of partition from one perspective, supported by a set of facts that pundits may or may not agree with. But it makes for great story-telling and the premise sounds entirely plausible. As someone who comes from a refugee family, I felt woefully uninformed about the facts of history that had such a great impact on my own family and fourteen million others. Growing up in India, the stories of partition formed a backdrop against which the present unfolded. The stories were often told by older family members who had direct experience and memories of that time. Then there was a huge volume of literature centered on the topic many of these books were made into movies. 

So there was no lack of clarity on what partition meant at the human level to the people who had suffered through it. Yet I know very little about the reasons and drivers of this event that …

Love of Persimmon

I first ran into persimmons when J was about four years old. We were in an Asian grocery store stocking up on greens and seafood when the bright orange fruit caught my eye. They were incredibly cheap considering how wonderfully tempting they looked. So I bought a big box and that it was love at first bite. There is no other fruit that I am familiar with that triggers such happy feelings each time I see them. It's like all that perfection was meant to be in a fruit came together in this one. 

I am not counting ripe mangoes here - because there is so much nostalgia associated with it, that I don't think I could be objective about my love for them. Semi-ripe guavas with a bright pink core plucked fresh off the branch, is another fruit of the same ilk. Childhood memories could easily cloud my judgment. But the persimmon came to me way later in life and that is a more mature, unclouded love. It is a love that has remained strong and steady since though I never could get J to appreci…