Emchap's Shit from the Internet 10/18/17 🍠
Today has been emotionally Exhausting in the sort of way one might have vaguebooked about in 2005 (update forthcoming in some future letter), but it ended with drinking several pumpkin beers on the couch at my office with a clutch of some of my favorite coworkers, and it was good, and I am very glad.
I took the train home with the group, and in the group there was someone who is afraid of rats. I shared my favorite rat fact, learned in a primatology class in college: there was a study done where researchers put rats in tubes, with little rat trap doors at each end. The rats were trained how to open the doors from outside, but not in.
The reserachers discovered that if they put a rat in the tube, it would emit a rat noise of distress, and the other rats would come let it out.
This is my favorite fact about rats, and I think about it when I see them in the subway.
Shit to read
I loved this article about clueyness, a particular and piercing sort of sadness that still makes me cry and cry and cry.
This pair of pieces about teaching "The Husband Stitch" (and the story itself) is tremendous. I remember learning about episiotomies in college, during a class on human reproduction, and it being sort of a visceral moment of recognition about how scary birth is in a medical context (though of course it's scary in any context; it kills you).
Enjoy this wonderful interview with my beautiful charming potato son.
THIS OWL BROUGHT PRESENTS TO ITS FAMILY. THE PRESENTS ARE DEAD RATS.
I spend all my goddamn time on Twitter (I've been on there since 2007!) and I liked this history of what the site used to be.
Shit to eat
Arrive home at 11 at night, having not really eaten dinner except for office candy.
Realize you have half a terrible Papa John's cheese pizza in your fridge.
Sniff.
Decide it's probably not going to kill you.
And like even if it's going to at least it's that rather than the long, slow, rattling death from maybe-bronchitis that you're currently rocking.
Pull a piece out of the box, and eat it barefoot in front of the fridge before going to bed.
Shit to listen to
I haven't had a chance to listen to the new St. Vincent because I have been at an offsite all week, but I do really like "Los Angeles", a track off of it that sounds a little bit like what would happen if you put the concept of "dance music to fuck to" in a blender and then made it chip tunieier.
Shit to buy
This Git it Gurl jacket kills me.
I just ordered two more of this bra if you (like me) like unlined bras with low front gores for scoopnecks, and if you (like me) got a rack.
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