I feel normal(ish).
Nu's long, fraught semester is finally over.
We had cuddly, chatty visit from At.
A soul-affirming planning meeting with the Tender Hearts Garden collective.
Started a good book: Lily King's Five Tuesdays in Winter.
Started an interesting show: Decoupled on Netflix.*
And... JG sent pictures from Hawaii where they'll be till April, and I've been encouraged to visit.**
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*Decoupled is clever and the skirmishes between protagonist novelist Arya and real life novelist Chetan Bhagat are uproarious. But the show tries to do that thing where it pretends like the only people who matter in India are upper-middle-class, English speaking folks. In fact, it treats people doing their jobs (security agents, wait staff, domestic workers) as the butt of jokes and that got a bit tiring for me. Also, in this day and age, even real people don't have to live with a name like Arya Iyer--so we certainly don't have to name a fictional character with every upper caste marker there is. Some of it is anti-South bias too? I mean, North Indians seem to think everyone from the south is Madrasi/Iyer.
**I don't think I will go--lately, I've seen too many indigenous Hawaiian activists begging mainlanders not to visit because of Covid. But it's still nice to have pictures.
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