I know when I am tired.Not sleepy-tired.Not night-tired.But that tired feeling in the middle of the day, when the body is heavy but the head is still working. In that moment, food is not the first answer.Coffee is. I don’t eat chocolate. Never did. I just don’t like it. People are always surprised by this,…
For those of you who don’t know, I named my ChatGPT Greta.It wasn’t planned. It happened by accident. I misspelled “great”, typed “she”, and suddenly… Greta existed. And somehow, she remembers her name. A few days ago, I came across a Facebook post about ChatGPT. The prompt was simple but intriguing:“Create an image of how…
The table is a virtual one, but it feels real enough. France, Brazil, South Korea, London, South Africa—five locations, five time zones, one shared question: where does our attention actually go, and how do we get it back? Janita—known affectionately as Fruitloop, a name that already tells you this won’t be a stiff conversation—opens with…
By observing a mentoring conversation between Fruitloop and Sarah There is a moment in nearly every school day when time stops feeling human. The bell rings too fast. The bus waits for no one. A science lab runs late. Thoughts pile up like snowballs, growing heavier with each step. For Sarah—a bright, candid teenager navigating…
Handicrafts and Hobbies: A Conversation on Creative Pursuits With Janita and Babette When was the last time you just had a fun conversation with a friend about their hobbies and everyday life situations? While kids interrupt the conversation because they are hungry again… From a cozy home in Germany to a sunny afternoon in South…
How Presence, Silence, and Eye Contact Turn Conversation into Connection With Fruitloop & Sarah At first, it’s just a greeting. “Hello Sarah. How are you today?”“Hello. I’m good. And you?” Nothing remarkable—until it is. Because what follows isn’t a lesson about vocabulary or grammar. It’s a slow, thoughtful exploration of something far rarer in modern…
It began with a small, almost comic detail—Ritesh sitting at home in Bengaluru, headphones on, trying not to overhear a family conversation in the next room. His brother-in-law had just had a baby. The house was alive with chatter, pride, excitement, the warm chaos of family news. And yet Ritesh was here, committed to a…
Over the last ten days, something consistent has been happening across Brida.Different people. Different formats. Different ages.Yet the same questions keep surfacing: Where is my attention going?What does it mean to be present?How do we live well inside pressure, noise, and responsibility—without disappearing ourselves? Here’s what the community explored, together. 1. Atlantic Corridor – “Turning…
A short story about pressure, quiet fear, and choosing the long way around Brida Tables didn’t arrive as an idea.They arrived as a settling. Just before Christmas 2025 — that strange, half-lit stretch of the year where nothing quite ends but nothing really begins — something inside Brida stopped trying to be held together by…
Episode 32 opens the way Peeling Potatoes often does: with a wink, a wobble, and a confession. The Mayor announces it’s “your show,” Fruitloop pushes back (“It’s our show”), and within thirty seconds we’re already knee-deep—no, deeper than knee-deep—in life. Too many tabs open. Too many plates spinning. And, naturally, three listeners who may or…
