Emchap's Shit from the Internet 04/1/20 🍠
This afternoon I had the slightly hallucinatory experience of having one phone call with a crying person, a therapy appointment where my therapist ghosted me, and then a phone call with a person who made me cry, all in sequence.
After a few more (less-teary) phone calls, I was in the bathroom when I heard the unmistakable sounds of "Still Alive" streaming in from... somewhere. I still don't know where.
I am going on two days of my gallbladder not causing me to vomit at random horrible points in the night and I have been lightly menstruating basically continuously for the last month. The probable cause for at least one is the Implanon I got inserted for sex in a castle that I did not get to have because of a goddamn pandemic. My team lead just bought me juggling balls.
Every single aspect of the above feels like a "choose your own adventure" novel written by a malevolent AI (except the juggling balls, which are unexpected but sweet) and I still absolutely don't have it that bad. Nothing feels the littlest bit real. I'm getting a veggie burrito after this is done, because fucking why not, you know?
Shit to read
I'm glad Drew Magary is still around.
This was a great look at the impact of AmeriCorps (which of course is for the people who do it much more than it's for their communities).
I will read all Animal Crossing content while forever refusing to play the game.
The long read version of Tiger King has additional completely bananas details.
Cool lesbians out here surviving.
I am so, so glad that I'm quarantined in my current house and not some of the apartments I lived in in my earlier 20s, because it is furnished for the life I'm currently living.
Look ma, Emily's particular personal guilt.
Jia Tolentino writing about getting high and eating pasta while writing is just perfect.
Helen Rosner is just the best.
So is Catherine Cohen.
Sam Irby is as always perfect.
I finally read Daniel Lavery's memoir, who wants to talk about it.
Shit to eat
Decide "I should make a curry".
Do nothing about this for two weeks.
Eventually realize you have a Mark Bittman cookbook and he almost certainly has some ideas.
Chop up an onion and some garlic. Cook them with some oil and a tablespoon of curry powder.
Once the onions are soft, toss in a cup of tomatoes, half a can of coconut milk, a can of chickpeas, a bay leaf, and a cup of rice. Season it. Stir everything up.
Cover, and simmer for a while. The recipe said 20 minutes and it took 40, because rice hates me.
Five minutes before you're done, toss in some peas.
Eat on your couch with some naan you made. It's very good.
Shit to watch
Crip Camp on Netflix was just a complete delight about the disability rights movement in the US, much of the predominant attitude of which appears to have been "fuck you, make me", which I respect. (And of course "nothing about us without us", which runs throughout the film and as a concept makes me cry.)