The 2017 Hyderabad half-marathon is two days away and guess who’s running. That’s right! I am throwing my hat, legs, and will power into plodding the 21 kilometers from Hussain Sagar Lake to the Gachibowli Stadium—13.1 miles of treacherous, urban Indian roadway in the middle of monsoon, the steamiest, wettest, smelliest time of year. This seems like less of a good idea with each passing day.
Newish President Trump has got me considering the idea of introspection—the examination or observation of one’s own mental and emotional processes. Despite the never ending parade of self-help gurus all touting it’s benefits, surprisingly few people are introspective. Those opposed to self-examination still rise through the ranks, lead people, and even become President of the United States, yet remain ignorant of their shortcomings. Rather than toil in self-awareness, they plow through life pushing aside others with blissful disregard. But what if they’re right? What if we don’t need introspection?
Something Rotten is a hilarious musical about a playwright’s struggle for recognition during the Renaissance theatre scene dominated by William Shakespeare. But this review isn’t as much about the show as the equally entertaining attempt to watch it from Orch-R, Row H, Seat 14. Sometimes not seeing a show can be just as fun.
Evidence suggests a strong link between the sharing of deeply personal information and readership. Not just things like a favorite color or food, but real important stuff, like one’s shoe size. Medium.com is littered with ordinary folks who share intimate details about themselves, accruing more followers than Jesus—Jesus is the hispanic guy who runs the awesome local food truck in my home town.
Purchasing condoms when you’re 16 can be life altering. There are lots of choices to make. A misstep can mean eighteen years of accidental responsibility, or painful shots to clear up unplanned infections. But what should be a straightforward decision can easily end up a complex evaluation of options.