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I love my orchid
Jummah Mubarak 🌻 • Wazir Khan Mosque. Lahore, Pakistan. (Instagram: aabbiidd)
Brother and Sister trying to race a train on their horse in Chiapas, Mexico
you could be the king…
La dolce vita, 1960
Dalat, Lam Dong, Vietnam.
Dalat lies in the central highlands and is surrounded with lakes, waterfalls, forests and beautiful gardens. The weather in September is lovely; it’s cool but a bit chilly at night. Dalat is known as the romantic city in Vietnam and is a favourite honeymoon spot and filled with kitsch love things.
Good morning from Da Lat.
Source: Cao Anh Tuan.
How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?
Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals (Sherman Alexie)
Istanbul by Bruno Domostene, 1978
@honey-fire
towards a gentle academic
be up front and honest about the things you do not know
acknowledge the intrinsic value of others’ knowledge bases, even if they do not seem important to you from your institutional context
do not feign mastery where you have none
respect the gaps in others’ knowledge bases
be generous, not only with others
but also with yourself
you overwork yourself at the risk of legitimizing a culture of overwork
privilege voices and perspectives that have historically been left out of the academy
nothing is ever neutral or apolitical
support the progress of other scholars
collaboration over competition
Rawalpindi, Pakistan
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it’s been a while! in today’s ~aaj ki chai, here are some of the cups of tea they drank in chetan anand’s taxi driver (1954), of course completely bombay noir style.