Every now and then, it’s better to let the mind go completely blank. Many a times it is forced by overload of the incomplete tasks.

In middle of one such phase. Just so many things around to tackle, better to just coast along — let things happen as they do.

Another day, another update on Facebook’s grey terms around their product usage. Now it’s Messenger, the trainwreck continues.

I won’t be surprised if one of these days we hear they have been actively listening over the phones’s mic. A stretch I know, but what isn’t these days.

I am completely against Tweetstorms. Not because it’s difficult to present and parse for readers. But rather because it‘ll more often than not fail to convey whatever you, as a writer, are trying to convey. And a big possibility to get presented out of context.

So please blog.

I literally shouted “This is f*^&>$! awesome!” during a chase sequence in Baby Driver. I haven’t had this much fun watching a movie in a long long time. The music, the plot, the treatment, the cinematography, the performances. Everything’s absolutely brilliant.

@manton I find the character ‘&’ eats up 5 characters instead of just one in iOS app — think it’s the HTML code that’s being counted? (reposting from slack).

“Deep Impact” is an intriguing watch. It’d a story to tell in a genre. But it just didn’t seem to belong to that genre. As if the makers were caught up in two minds — which part of story to convey. Drama’s too thin, too contrived. And not enough tension for a sci-fi disaster.

Time. Those fleeting moments of time. Those crazy, affected attempts to catch up to them. To not let them pass. To slow them down. Those foolish attempts, unsuccessful every time.

24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86,400 seconds that dawn with a promise to provide enough time to complete all the tasks unfinished. At work and out of work. To run all the errands. To update all those projects. To finish all those drafts. To pen all those ideas, those thoughts clogging your mind.

That dawn with a promise to let you provide attention, dedicated attention to your family. With a promise to let you socialize with those friends, neglected - forgotten even - for the want of time. With a promise to let you make those calls still not made since last week, last month. With a promise to let yourself focus on your health, let you the rest that you dearly need.

With a promise to do so much more than there is time for. Till you realise those 24 hours the day dawned with? They just aren’t enough. Not enough for everything. Barely enough for something.

So you can either spend those fleeting moments on that something, anything. Or get bogged down with the burden of those others things left untouched. Because there’s just not enough time.

Ezra Klein interviewed Mark Zuckerberg recently and fascinating to hear him evade (though clearly well prepared) the mess he finds himself and FB in. Especially interesting is his constant reference to FB user as “our community” and Apple as “rich” company that charges more.

I consider every visit to a barber as one where I assign a project to a sculptor. My only instruction to him is to make sure not to chisel away everything and what remains should be something he can proudly claim as his finest work.

I do not think they get it every time.

I have finished reading another fiction - review in progress. And I realise it is first time since long when I do not have another book waiting in the queue. So, this gives me a chance to try something different.

Any recommendations, not from mystery/thriller, humour fiction?