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Iveta H.: Life is too short (An Autobiography)

Life’s too short to write long-form. And I’m good at short-form anyway, so here’s my autobiography for the insta age Age 8 – found this little book my parents received when I was born with very little information completed. Decided… Continue Reading →

On being born twice and on the memory of it

Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before. Only fragments remain. Junot Diaz One’s true birthday should not be celebrated on the day when they were born, but on the day they… Continue Reading →

July 12, 2020: On self-care

See that bruised nail? I’ve fixed it with pedicure magic. I’ve also learned how to do a temporary tooth filling, waxing, lymphatic drainage self-massage, even how to massage my own back. I’ve used tools I didn’t even know the names… Continue Reading →

I’ll just never know

(A short story based on a long nightmare) I was assigned a new project for a big tech company I really liked and had worked with before. I had established a good rapport with the client, proven my expertise and… Continue Reading →

July 8, 2020: Quaranthropology of hair

Got my hair done!!! And it felt so good it’s inspired some #Quaranthropology even. Anthropologists actually love thinking about hair and its meaning. Like:- Does cut / shaved hair symbolise submission to authority (think soldiers or ) or castration (think… Continue Reading →

June 25, 2020: Uninspired

I’m so uninspired. All I keep wondering is how have the limits of what is safe for work or not safe for work changed in times of Corona and remote work? That’s it, I shall not even call this #Quaranthropology. But… Continue Reading →

June 23, 2020: Writer’s block

I’ve been very serious and uncreative lately but am now finding it unbearable. There are unfinished quaranthropology notes and half-posts but I think I have a True social media post writer’s block!  This scientific paper shared by a friend really helps

May 24, 2020: Lockdown magic

East London is starting to feel like a village and I like it: neighbors brought us food, a guy on a Deliveroo bike shouted at me to say he’d seen me before, I ran into a colleague a few days… Continue Reading →

May 4, 2020: On leaks, storytelling and trust, Pt.2

This is not Quaranthropology but it is a continuation of the story: I like how in his films, Tarantino uses stories as a means of identification: this is my story, this is who I am, this is what I want and this… Continue Reading →

May 4, 2020: On leaks, storytelling and trust, Pt.1

A water pipe in our flat cracked at the weekend so we had to call a plumber. He was the same plumber who fixed our washing machine about 3 weeks ago while sharing conspiracy theories with us. I was looking… Continue Reading →

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