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Fizzed Out: The Bubbly World of Sparkling Water Enthusiasts

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Some time ago, I met a friend from Switzerland and we got into an animated discussion about drinking plain tap water as against sparkling water. I grew up in Asia, and although have been to Europe and tried out the drink of the people, I have never been able to understand the cultural phenom that it is. It makes no sense to my brain that this tasteless drink deserves the joy of the fizz, or that fizz can be tasteless, it feels opposed to the law of nature. I felt very strongly about this till this past weekend. Attending a conference has perks, one of which is unlimited beverages, and there was sparkling water available throughout. This is standard practice in hotels in Europe, so we were not producing excessive recycling, but having consumed nothing but the fizz for three days, I am now a changed man. I joked to a friend that this could very easily be the end of my love affair with the sugary stuff. A new elixir has been found.

Now, before we embark on this carbonated quest, let’s address the elephant in the room—or should I say, the fizz in the fridge. Sparkling water isn’t just any ordinary drink; it’s like water’s fancy, more bubbly cousin who shows up to parties with a tuxedo and a monocle. It’s H2O’s alter ego, the water that decided it wanted to dance a little jig and wear a top hat.

But why?

I have spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about this one question. Why did I drink sparkling water when still water was right there? Why does anyone? I offer some ideas for you to take with you into the world.

The Sparkling Water Boom

A mere decade ago, sparkling water was the wallflower at the hydration prom, lurking quietly on the fringes of the beverage aisle. But then, seemingly overnight, it burst onto the scene like the Millennium Falcon making the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs. It went from being a niche favorite of a few sparkling aficionados to a drink that found itself on every hipster cafe’s menu, in the hands of celebrities, and as the star of its own social media hashtags. It was as if sparkling water had been granted the power of the Force, suddenly becoming omnipresent.

One key factor in this fizz-tastic ascent was the growing awareness of health-conscious consumers. People started to realize that guzzling gallons of sugary soda wasn’t the wisest life choice if they wanted to live long and prosper. The health implications of excessive sugar consumption became as clear as the Death Star looming over Alderaan (yes, we’re throwing in a Star Wars reference because why not?). As a result, many turned to sparkling water as a healthier alternative. It had the fizz without the fructose, the sparkle without the sugar, and it quickly became the go-to choice for those watching their waistlines and dental bills. According to the Galactic Beverage Association (okay, fine, it’s not really called that, but it should be), sparkling water sales saw a meteoric rise over the past decade. In fact, from 2010 to 2020, sales of sparkling water in the United States alone more than tripled. That’s a growth rate that would make even the most ambitious rebel alliance proud.

Right, enough with the Star Wars references for now.

The Science of Bubbles

In the grand tapestry of beverages, carbonation is the thread that weaves the fabric of effervescence. It’s the magic behind the fizz, the secret ingredient that transforms a mundane sip into a delightful burst of sensation. But what exactly is carbonation, and why are we humans so irresistibly drawn to the allure of bubbly drinks?

Let’s start with the science. Carbonation is the result of dissolving carbon dioxide (CO2) gas in a liquid, typically water. When CO2 gas is introduced into water under pressure, it forms carbonic acid, which reacts with water to create carbonic acid (H2CO3). This compound is unstable, and as it breaks down, it releases carbon dioxide gas in the form of bubbles. Now, imagine this process happening in your mouth as you take a sip of sparkling water. Those tiny bubbles of CO2 gas burst forth, creating a symphony of sensory delight. It’s a bit like a fireworks show for your taste buds, complete with a sparkling crescendo. The sensation of carbonation triggers a complex dance of sensory experiences. Your tongue, equipped with taste receptors for sourness and a general sense of touch, interprets the tingling and slightly acidic nature of carbonation as a novel and exciting experience. It’s like your taste buds are joining a party and exclaiming, “This is something new!”

The excitement doesn’t end there. The carbonation also stimulates nerve endings in your mouth, creating a tactile sensation akin to a gentle massage for your taste buds. It’s like a fizzy massage chair for your mouth—relaxing and invigorating all at once. Now that we’ve unraveled the science of bubbles, let’s journey back in time to explore the historical roots of carbonated beverages and their cultural significance. Carbonation isn’t a recent discovery; humans have been tinkering with fizzy drinks for centuries.

Ancient civilizations, such as the Greeks and Romans, were known to enjoy naturally carbonated mineral springs. These effervescent waters were believed to have healing properties, and people flocked to these natural soda fountains to soak in their bubbly benefits. Fast forward to the 17th century, and enterprising minds began experimenting with artificially carbonated water. It was the birth of what we now know as soda water. In the 18th century, scientists and inventors like Joseph Priestley and Johann Jacob Schweppe made significant strides in developing carbonation methods and commercializing fizzy drinks. Priestley, in particular, is credited with discovering a way to infuse water with CO2, creating the foundation for carbonated beverages.

As these fizzy concoctions gained popularity, they found their way into social gatherings and became a symbol of sophistication and indulgence. It wasn’t just about quenching one’s thirst; it was about the experience—the bubbling excitement of sipping on something extraordinary. In the 19th century, soda fountains and soda jerks became fixtures in American culture. These soda shops served up carbonated creations like sarsaparilla and root beer, often mixed on the spot. It was the original “mixology,” and people reveled in the novelty of creating custom fizzy concoctions. Fast forward once more to the 20th and 21st centuries, and the world of carbonated beverages exploded with options. Sodas in every flavor imaginable, sparkling mineral waters, and flavored sparkling waters became staples of modern life. The act of cracking open a can or bottle and hearing that satisfying hiss of escaping gas became a comforting ritual for many.

Why does this matter? Because the cultural significance of carbonated beverages runs deep. It’s more than just a drink; it’s a symbol of innovation, indulgence, and celebration. Whether it’s the sound of a champagne cork popping at a celebration or the familiar fizz of a soda can being opened on a hot summer day, carbonation is synonymous with moments of joy and delight. It’s the beverage equivalent of confetti—tiny, effervescent bursts of celebration in every sip. Carbonated beverages have also played a role in shaping social rituals and gatherings. From toasts at weddings to cheers during a sporting event, carbonated drinks have a knack for elevating the moment. They add a touch of effervescence to our lives, turning ordinary occasions into something special.

In a world filled with endless choices, carbonated beverages stand out as a testament to human ingenuity and our unyielding desire for pleasure. They remind us that even the simplest things, like a sip of sparkling water, can bring moments of delight and wonder.

The Sparkling Water Spectrum

Naturally then, I wondered, what is the sparkling water spectrum? When you step into the realm of bubbly beverages, you’re entering a universe filled with choices that can boggle the mind faster than a jump to hyperspace. What does an entrant into this market find before them?

1. Seltzer Water: The Purist’s Choice

At the heart of the sparkling water universe lies seltzer water—a simple concoction of carbonated water and nothing else. It’s the minimalists’ drink, the Jedi of the sparkling water world. No flavors, no frills, just pure carbonated refreshment. Seltzer enthusiasts are like the stoic Jedi Knights, appreciating the purity of the force (in this case, carbonation) without the distraction of flavor.

2. Sparkling Mineral Water: The Connoisseur’s Delight

Step up a notch, and you’ll find sparkling mineral water. This is the sparkling water equivalent of a fine wine. It hails from natural mineral springs and carries the terroir of its source. With elegant names like San Pellegrino and Perrier, these are the beverages you’d sip while discussing art, philosophy, or the intricacies of intergalactic diplomacy. Enthusiasts are like sommeliers of the sparkling world, discerning nuances in mineral content and effervescence levels.

3. Flavored Sparkling Water: The Adventure Seeker’s Oasis

Now, we enter the territory of flavored sparkling waters—where the party truly begins. These come in an array of flavors that can make your head spin faster than a hyperdrive. From citrus zest to exotic fruit infusions, they cater to adventurers seeking a twist on tradition. Enthusiasts are the explorers of the sparkling realm, constantly seeking new flavor frontiers.

4. The DIY Sparkling Water Enthusiast: The Mad Scientist of Bubbles

For some, the allure of customization is irresistible. Enter the DIY sparkling water enthusiast, armed with a home carbonation machine that can rival a starship’s control panel in complexity. These aficionados take plain water and transform it into sparkling magic, adding flavors and experimenting with carbonation levels. They are the alchemists of the sparkling world, seeking the perfect formula for bubbly bliss.

5. The Die-Hard Fizz Fanatic: The Carbonation Crusader

And then, there are the die-hard fizz fanatics—those whose love for sparkling water knows no bounds. They’ve ascended to a level where they can taste the subtle differences in CO2 saturation and will passionately debate the merits of various carbonation methods. They collect vintage sparkling water bottles like they’re priceless relics, and their knowledge of obscure sparkling water brands is encyclopedic. These are the Jedi Masters of the sparkling water realm, guiding others on their path to bubbly enlightenment.

The Star Wars references just do not stop coming.

You know the science, you know the history, you have identified what character you are – but the question remains, how must one behave when offered this chalice? Don’t worry, I’ve done the sociological experimentation. Armed with an extensive three-day dataset, I present to you,

The Rituals of Fizz and The Etiquette of Bubbles:

With great sparkling water comes great responsibility—or at least, great rituals and etiquette. Sparkling water enthusiasts understand that the bubbles deserve respect, and there’s an unspoken code that governs the way we serve and savor these effervescent elixirs.

Let’s start with the etiquette of serving and sharing sparkling water. When someone offers you a glass, it’s not just a gesture; it’s an invitation to partake in the sparkling experience. To decline is akin to refusing the hand of a dancing partner in the midst of a waltz. As for the fine art of opening a bottle without creating a sparkling water fountain—well, that’s a skill worthy of admiration. The quiet, graceful twist of the bottle cap is a mark of an experienced hand. Then, it’s a five-step staircase to bliss.

1. The Perfect Pour: When a bottle of sparkling water is opened, it’s akin to a curtain rising on a theatrical performance. The initial hiss is the overture, and the first pour is the opening act. The perfect pour is a delicate art, ensuring that the bubbles are preserved, and not a single drop is wasted.

2. The Crystal Chalice: Sparkling water aficionados have an uncanny appreciation for glassware. They believe that the vessel must match the elegance of the liquid it holds. It’s as if the sparkling water deserves nothing less than crystal-clear perfection.

3. The Sip and Savor: As the glass approaches the lips, there’s a moment of anticipation. The sip is taken, and the sensation is savored. It’s not just about quenching thirst; it’s about indulging in the symphony of bubbles and the dance of effervescence on the palate.

4. The Art of Pairing: Just as fine wines have their ideal food pairings, sparkling water enthusiasts believe that certain dishes are enhanced by the bubbles. It’s a quest to find the perfect culinary partner, where the sparkling water complements and elevates the flavors of the meal.

5. The Faux Cocktail: For those who enjoy the sensation of sipping a cocktail without the alcohol, sparkling water has become the go-to fauxtail mixer. It’s the secret ingredient that transforms ordinary mocktails into sophisticated, alcohol-free delights.

In the world of sparkling water culture, conversations flow as freely as the bubbles themselves. Sparkling water enthusiasts engage in spirited debates about their favorite brands, carbonation levels, and flavor profiles. It’s like a secret society where the password is “fizz,” and members bond over their shared love for the bubbling elixir.

Armed with all this knowledge, go on, don’t be shy, join in. You won’t regret it.

The Epic Struggle of My Five-Month Procrastination Odyssey: Navigating the Abyss of Inertia, Quixotic Dreams, and the Perils of Measuring Success

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Hello there, fellow beings of the internet. It has been an eternity since I last graced your screens with my words, and it feels like I’ve been trying to launch a rocket to Mars using a slingshot made of spaghetti. You see, for the past five months, I’ve been in what you might call a “forced sabbatical” from the world of writing. But today, armed with my quill (read: keyboard) and a cup of tea, I’m here to regale you on a journey through the epic saga of my battle with the infamous Instant Gratification Monkey. This may be the shortest epic you read.

In the immortal words of the master procrastinator himself, Mark Twain, “Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.” Well, Mr. Twain, I’ve taken your advice to heart, and here I am, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, but somewhere in the foggy realm of the indefinite future, finally putting fingers to keyboard. I am almost positive that you have heard this story before. I am certain I have told you this story before. Anybody crunching the numbers on my blog posts would find that at least three posts each annual year devote themselves to the creative struggle of procrastination, and how I feel limited by what remains in my head, unspilt out onto the page. Despite my desire not to start a new habit by etching over these fault lines once more, I find that honing in on my procrastination is a great place to begin once over. It is but acceptance that allows us to truly master our own fates.

Picture this: I’ve been on a quest to start writing, and it’s been as successful as trying to teach a penguin to breakdance or, even better, trying to teach a brick wall to recite Shakespearean sonnets. It’s not that I’ve forgotten how to write; it’s just that I’ve somehow become the commander of the S.S. Procrastination, cruising through the sea of distractions in the most comfortable pyjamas. As I sit here, staring at my blank screen, I can’t help but channel the wisdom of Abraham Lincoln, who once said, “Give me six hours to chop down a tree, and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.”

Well, Abe, my buddy, I’ve spent the last five months meticulously sharpening my axe, but now, it’s time to take a mighty swing at the vast forest of unwritten words.

The tension, my digital compadres, is thicker than the plot of a mystery novel. It’s like trying to ride a unicycle while juggling flaming bowling balls and singing operatic arias. I want to write, sure, but I also want to write a book. I want to craft a blog post, yes, but I also want to craft witty social media updates! Alas, the baggage of ambition! And then there’s the matter of measuring success. Ernest Hemingway famously declared, “There is no friend as loyal as a book.” I aspire to that loyalty, and I have previously declared I write for no one but myself. Sometimes, however, I catch myself wondering, what if my book only has a few readers? What if my blog post gets lost in the vast ocean of the internet, like a message in a bottle tossed into the sea? Alas, the baggage of self-doubt!

Both unfashionable travel companions if you ask me. I spoke to my mother recently about how perhaps ambition was my hamartia, not the white lies or anything else. Perhaps, I said to her, it is my ambition that makes me procrastinate, because I know what I do now will not live up to what I wish it to be, or make it out to be in my head. This blog post is clearly not the book I want to write, and maybe I’m holding onto an image of what I once thought within the realms of possibility. As all mothers are, she was dismissive of my doubts and misgivings, suggesting I pivot quickly to labelling my ambition with passion. In casting my mind’s eye back to my carefree, creative childhood, where everything was allowed (within reason), she reminded me I’ve been passionate through my life. About different things, but passion has been a constant. Suddenly everything made sense again.

The arbitrary yardsticks I see myself setting emerge out of wanting to seem ambitious, not merely passionate. Why write a book, why not retain command over the blogosphere, this most democratic space?

As I type these closing words, I can’t help but recall the timeless words of William Shakespeare: “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” Well, dear reader, it’s time for my encore performance. Let the words flow, let the laughter ring, and let the writing begin anew! And you know what? I’ve realized that reading and writing, like a pair of old friends, have been waiting patiently for me to reunite with them. So, here’s to the resumption of both reading and writing, for they are the twin stars that guide my literary voyage, and together, we shall set sail on this grand adventure once more.

A Symphony of Voices | The Love Songs of W.E.B. Du Bois, by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers

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The Love Songs of W.E.B. Du Bois,
by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
Published by Harper (2021)
Rating: *****

As a reader, there are few things more exciting than the discovery of a literary gem that enriches your understanding of the world, captivates your imagination, and leaves you with a sense of wonder. This experience is only heightened if the book marks a night spent reading to start the Easter weekend away from e-mail.

In Love Songs, Jeffers masterfully weaves together the story of Ailey Pearl Garfield, a young woman struggling to make sense of her family’s complex history and her place within it. As the novel unfolds, the reader is drawn into a rich tapestry of interconnected lives, spanning from the days of enslavement to the present. With each beautifully crafted chapter, Jeffers expertly layers historical fact, personal narrative, and a touch of magical realism to create a story that is both deeply moving and utterly captivating.

Jeffers’ storytelling prowess is impressive. Her characters are vividly rendered and deeply human, their voices ringing clear and true. Ailey, in particular, is a beautifully realized protagonist, her journey of self-discovery serving as the novel’s emotional backbone. Jeffers has a remarkable ability to breathe life into her characters, making them feel as real as the people we encounter in our own lives.

Despite its length and the complexity of its narrative, the novel is a true page-turner. Jeffers expertly balances the various storylines, allowing each to unfold at just the right moment to keep the reader fully engaged. This sense of momentum and pacing is reminiscent of other great works within the genre, such as Yaa Gyasi’s “Homegoing,” which also explores the multigenerational story of an African American family through history.

Growing up, my first exposure to the female African American experience was through Maya Angelou’s “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”. Even accounting for their differences in genre and scope, it is difficult to look past common thread they share: the exploration of African American identity, history, and resilience. Through their respective narratives, both authors provide powerful insights into the complexities of race, culture, and self-discovery. I think some comparative analysis is therefore merited here.

Both works share a strong emphasis on the theme of self-discovery. In Love Songs, Ailey embarks on a journey to uncover her family’s history and understand her place within it, grappling with her identity as a young, educated African American woman. Similarly, in Caged Bird, Angelou recounts her own struggles with self-acceptance, self-worth, and identity as she navigates the challenges of her childhood and adolescence. In both narratives, the protagonists’ journeys of self-discovery are intrinsically linked to their understanding of their family’s histories and the broader African American experience.

Furthermore, both authors demonstrate a keen understanding of the complexities of race and culture, examining the ways in which these forces shape individual lives and experiences. In Love Songs, Jeffers explores the concept of racial “passing,” or the practice of light-skinned African Americans presenting as white in order to escape racial discrimination. In doing so, she highlights the fluidity and constructed nature of racial identity, as well as the painful sacrifices that individuals must make in order to survive in a racially stratified society. Similarly, Angelou’s work delves into the complexities of race and culture by examining the impact of racial prejudice and discrimination on the protagonist’s sense of self-worth and identity.

Both books possess an undeniable emotional resonance that has the power to captivate readers and leave a lasting impression. They share a profound commitment to exploring the African American experience with depth, nuance, and empathy. My recall of Angelou’s work was especially struck by Jeffers’ use of sex and religion as themes.

The portrayal of sex in these books allows the authors to explore complex and sensitive topics, such as sexual awakening, sexual violence, and the intersection of race and sexuality. In Love Songs, as Ailey comes of age, she grapples with her emerging sexuality and its implications for her identity and relationships. Jeffers’ portrayal of sex in the novel is nuanced and multifaceted, encompassing both the desire for intimacy and the darker aspects of sexual relationships, such as power imbalances and coercion. By incorporating these elements into the narrative, she invites the reader to reflect on the complexity of sexual relationships and their impact on personal growth and self-understanding.

Maya Angelou’s autobiographical account includes a harrowing portrayal of sexual violence, as the young protagonist is raped by her mother’s boyfriend. This traumatic event profoundly affects Maya’s sense of self-worth and contributes to her struggles with identity and self-acceptance throughout the book. Additionally, Angelou’s exploration of her own sexual awakening and subsequent unplanned pregnancy highlights the complex relationship between sex and personal growth, and the undue societal expectations placed upon young Black women.

In both works, the intersection of race and sexuality is an important aspect of the narrative. The authors examine the ways in which race and cultural expectations influence the characters’ experiences and perceptions of their own sexuality. In Love Songs, the concept of racial “passing” also has implications for the characters’ sexual relationships, as it raises questions about identity, authenticity, and the nature of desire. In Caged Bird, Angelou’s experience of sexual violence is situated within the broader context of racial discrimination and the devaluation of Black bodies.

Through their respective narratives, both authors also explore the complexities of faith and spirituality, as well as the impact of religious institutions on the African American experience.

In Love Songs, Christianity is depicted as a central component of the community and family life, shaping the characters’ values, beliefs, and sense of identity. Throughout the novel, the church serves as a place of solace, hope, and community, offering spiritual guidance and support in times of struggle. However, Jeffers also explores the darker aspects of religious institutions, highlighting instances of hypocrisy and the potential for religious dogma to perpetuate harmful stereotypes and social norms. This nuanced portrayal of Christianity in the novel invites the reader to consider the multifaceted role of religion in shaping individual lives and communities, as well as its potential to both empower and constrain.

Similarly, in Caged Bird, religion plays a significant role in Maya Angelou’s upbringing and the shaping of her values and beliefs. The church serves as a central institution within her community, providing a source of spiritual guidance, communal connection, and moral instruction. However, Angelou also grapples with feelings of doubt, disillusionment, and questioning, as she navigates the complexities of her faith and its implications for her understanding of herself and her place in the world. Through her candid exploration of her personal spiritual journey, Angelou offers valuable insights into the role of religion in the African American experience, highlighting both its potential to uplift and its capacity to perpetuate oppression.

One of the most striking aspects of this novel is the thoroughness of Jeffers’ research. Throughout the book, it becomes apparent that the author has painstakingly studied the historical context within which her story takes place. For example, in the chapters set during the era of slavery, Jeffers deftly incorporates details about the daily lives of enslaved people, from the brutal work in the fields to the cruel punishments meted out by slave owners. Additionally, she brings to light the often-overlooked contributions of African Americans in shaping the United States, such as the heroism of Black soldiers in the Civil War.

This commitment to accuracy and historical truth-telling is commendable and serves to elevate Love Songs from a mere work of fiction to a powerful educational tool. As a result, readers are not only entertained but also enlightened, gaining a deeper understanding of the African American experience and the intricate tapestry of American history. Jeffers enables readers to empathize with the struggles, joys, and triumphs of the characters, fostering a deeper understanding of the complexities of race, identity, and resilience. In a time where empathy is difficult to ‘teach’, I was left with the feeling that fiction can heal.

Does time equal money?

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The past fortnight has seen a strong return to reading. Return is a strong word which suggests I was ‘away’ from reading, so that should be rephrased. The past fortnight has seen a strong return to active reading, thinking and all. So it goes that I must write once more, all inspired by the change of seasons and clocks springing forward. This essay chronicles my exploration of two books which can be framed as describing the “psychology of”:

  • The Psychology of Money: Timeless Lessons on Wealth, Greed, and Happiness is a 2021 book by Morgan Housel. The book explores the psychology of money and how it affects our decisions. Housel argues that our relationship with money is often based on emotions, and he offers suggestions for how we can make more rational decisions about money.
  • Stolen Focus: Why You Can’t Pay Attention—and How to Get Your Attention Back is a 2018 book by Johann Hari. The book explores the psychology of attention and how it is being hijacked by technology. Hari argues that our attention is a precious resource that we need to protect, and he offers suggestions for how we can do this.

Housel was recommended to me by three/four different people whose curiosities I admire, while Hari popped up on Goodreads. Both came to me at excellent times. On Housel, have been working through my own feelings about finances for some time now. I know that this is an ongoing, evolving conversation one must have truthfully with oneself, but the initial stock-taking has commenced. Hari entered just as I was about to slip back into an old habit-pattern: one of multi-tasking, late-night sleeping, and so much more. As readers of this blog are aware, my practice of Vipassana meditation has significantly reoriented my life over the past six months. My “work” sphere is the sphere where this is most visible.

I would recommend both books strongly. Neither proclaimed to be universal truth, which allowed engagement in a more careful way (trying to recognise that arguments it made were a result of the life led by the author). Both had excellent structure, including space for counterargument. I have been delighted especially by how they weaved together and the residual thoughts they have left in my brain.

To my mind, these books are more similar than dissimilar. They make similar key claims about human behaviour, which I have only realised as I typed this up (oh the joys of writing)

They both argue that our attention is being stolen from us by technology. Hari argues that our attention is being hijacked by our phones, computers, and other devices. He says that we are constantly being bombarded with notifications and distractions, which makes it difficult to focus on anything for more than a few minutes. Hausel makes a similar argument, saying that our attention is being “weaponized” by companies that are trying to sell us things. He says that we are constantly being bombarded with ads and marketing messages, which makes it difficult to make rational decisions about money.

They both also argue that we need to be more mindful of our relationship with money. Hari says that we need to be aware of the ways in which money is being used to control us. He says that we need to learn to say no to things that we don’t need, and that we need to be more intentional about how we spend our money. Hausel makes a similar argument, saying that we need to be more aware of our spending habits. He says that we need to track our spending and make sure that we are not spending more than we can afford.

I’ll leave you with two parting thoughts, which you are free to interpret as reasons to pick up the books (they left me with questions and the desire to read more, surely an excellent sign):

First, Housel lays out bare an excellent argument for how money offers the security of choice, which is what you ought to bear in mind. I have seen evidence of this, and often find myself framing this as privilege in conversations with peers. Hari never makes this claim about technology explicitly, but I think it is entirely reasonable to claim that finding and retaining focus offers a similar security. I have been ruminating about how the flow state, which he examines at-length, is one that is wilfully chosen. How true is the idea that discipline is equal to freedom?

Second, I re-read parts of Diane Coyle’s Cogs and Monsters in this context (an excellent book in its own right – and you might find yourself asking at this point, how parting thoughts can point you to more books!). Coyle argues that the field of economics is in need of a major overhaul, as it is no longer equipped to deal with the challenges of the 21st century. She identifies three key problems with economics:

  • It is too focused on the individual, and not enough on the social.
  • It is too focused on the present, and not enough on the future.
  • It is too focused on the quantifiable, and not enough on the qualitative

In this light, Coyle’s work, and the work she has directed over the past few years (including some of my own) study value, and in the context of Hari and Housel, it is worth, in my mind asking how we (rather, I?) allocate value to time. What is time-value?

That is where I find myself jumping to next.

Always, We Begin Again

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I found this piece of writing that recast the Benedictine manner of living for the 21st Century somewhere at the very beginning of the pandemic. Amid feelings of loss and disturbance, I sought calm and peace, and found myself slowly, but surely, searching within myself. Being alone at home for the better part of six months changed me. It has left imprints I rediscover everyday. That journey of seeking calm is one I remain on even today.

Even when we fail, always we begin again.

If you search “piano” in the archives of this blog, you will find a series of posts meandering the better part of six years since I began writing the blog (I’ll save you the trouble, see this.) If you search my life for where my relationship with the piano began, it would add easily another ten years to that. While searching for things to grasp onto while struggling with my identity, music called out to me in a way not much else did. So it was, then, that in 2020, I really thought I had gone back to it all. Going for piano lessons, learning the guitar from my best friend, passing some music theory examinations; it validated this feeling externally. On reflection, it allowed me to clasp what I thought of as making a success of myself at the time. I took comfort in saying I knew something, and gained authority for that statement with these yardsticks. I never really reflected on how much I enjoyed it all. Not for a lack of trying, it must be said. I tried a whole bunch. Look at what I said toward the end of 2020, sitting in Cambridge:

Whenever I feel like I’m pointing outward for how I think about things, I’m going to look inward instead and see how I can better influence how I think. I’ll put in the yards and the time, and then decide if it’s worthwhile or not. Music, and the piano, isn’t something I should let go of so easily when it’s been such a big part of my life till now. For that I’m grateful.

That was a pipe dream. I let go of it all through 2021. Then I tried lessons at the start of 2022, to really get back into it, and gave up in less than a month.

I spent a month at home in December, soaking in the comfort of being in my parents’ company once again. We frequently have joked about how my visits prompt an opportunity for an appraisal of how they are doing. Taking stock of 2022, we shared our joys, but we also shared collective disappointment in how our relationship with the piano had developed. The winter was a good time to ameliorate it. Not as a new year resolution, but rather as just another thing we wished to do. It was easy enough for my parents. As beginners, all I had to do was find them a teacher they gelled with and would look forward to meeting. As for myself, I couldn’t see how I was to manage on my own.

A lot of who I am as an adult is shaped by who my parents brought me up to be, and the child I was. I don’t rely on them as a crutch to defend some of the decisions I take, as I might have during my one rebellious year in law school, but I would be remiss in acknowledging their decisions have influenced me tremendously. I knew what I was searching for: I wanted to reclaim the joy I felt with piano lessons; but I had no place to look. Two weeks of silence followed.

It makes sense, then, I turned to the people who made my decisions for me when I was younger, who found me a piano teacher as we relocated to India. I asked my mother if she had my piano teacher’s number, the one person that stuck by me through my tantrums and trained me relentlessly, every Friday evening for 4 years. She did. It took one WhatsApp message to reconnect and fix time for class. It has been three weeks since, and I have built-in an hour of practice into my schedule since I came back to the UK. In this moment, I am happy.

In my first lesson back with Sir, I talk with him about how our paths diverged. I stopped lessons because I could not find the time of day to practice, and grew frustrated with learning the same pieces over and over again in an attempt to master an examination syllabus. I thought I would keep things going myself, and trusted myself to go on. I did not. He does not expressed disappointment or regret. Each time I go back to how I wonder about what could have been if I had stayed on, he points me to the gratitude I should have for what has been since. Even over Zoom, he guides my hand over the keys I play, over the sounds the instrument produces. He asked me yesterday not to say sorry when I made a mistake, reminding me I was just learning. I tell him of past failures, of sheet music purchased but not worked through. He smiles and says life is like this, that there are too many pieces to play, but not enough time.

Even when we fail, always we begin again.

In good faith, I suppose, I am beginning again. I am once more, a student. To quote Piscine Molitor Patel, “and so it goes with God“.