Author: Kate

  • Sunday Share: Social Selling in Southeast Asia

    ,

    Earlier this year, a friend and I challenged ourselves to write more. We were blindsided by 2022 — these first few months have been tough on multiple fronts — but I figured I’d try to revive that modest aim anyway. We’d previously set different themes for each month. I’ll try to post at least once…

  • movie log, 3 of n

    ,

    At this point, I should start calling this a movie backlog. Seven months after the last one, I’m back with sixteen films — and have avoided a more embarrassing number only by omitting titles from the holiday movie roulette.1Every weekend last December, some friends and I would hop into Discord, spin a wheel, and watch…

  • A break in sunny Singapore

    , ,

    Singapore has always been particular about how it presents itself. Whatever impression or narrative it wants to convey comes clear and straightforward. Often, the first mental image I get is of a lengthy refinement process, ideas hammered into shape by committees and countless reviews. For a long time, then, a visit to the National Gallery…

  • Cold hands, warm heart

    ,

    Last year, when certain health conditions went from “mildly inconvenient” to “genuinely worrying,” I joined a friend in trying some traditional Chinese medicine. During the consultation, the doctor made a point of telling me that my limbs were cold, indicating poor circulation. This wasn’t surprising. People have been declaring me cold my entire life. “Cold”…

  • On photos

    ,

    Last year, in a bout of optimism, I bought myself an instant camera. Film has always felt like permanence to me, the same way anything written with ink and paper has always carried more weight. There’s something about translating your impressions into something solid, something you can touch — something that could outlast you, even,…

  • Collected quotes, 5 of n

    , ,

    We’ve been losing too many good people this year. Within a little more than a week of each other, bell hooks and Joan Didion both passed away — staggering losses in a time that’s already taken far too much. Both of these writers have shaped so much of my perspective on the world, so I…

    A black fountain pen on a journal page