Emchap's Shit from the Internet 11/22/17 🍠
I am back again in Atlanta for Thanksgiving, which means I have spent the last few days cocooned in warm blankets on my dad's tasteful mid century modern furniture, trying to do adult tasks (I rolled over my 401k!) but mostly drinking egg nog and making my family watch The Good Place (go watch it; it's so good).
I made a pie, my third pecan pie of the year.
I am thankful to be starting a new job, and to have a world of possibilities ahead of me, and to be surrounded by a frankly ridiculous amount of love and community in New York and in Atlanta and dotted all across the world because of my pocket friends and coworkers. I hope you all are having wonderful Thanksgivings wherever you are and that you have things you are thankful for even in this complete garbage fire of a year.
I hope your family doesn't get too weird about when you're going to go to grad school, and that your migraine medication works, and that whatever yeast dough you're making right now rises, and that you are warm and cozy wherever you are.
Shit to read
This story about an anxious mother and love and guilt fucking wrecked me.
There are still people in iron lungs, and market capitalism is horrifying applied to health care, and just go read it.
These stories about Thanksgiving abroad are great and sweet.
I enjoy gift guides and I enjoyed this one more than the rest. It's very funny.
I loved the fuck out of the Animorphs as a kid and this article on the Animorphs and the horror of puberty is great. My puberty book was The Care and Keeping of You. What was yours? Do boys get these? I have no idea.
David Sedaris is a delight and this exploration of his Wikipedia page edits is great.
To round out the holiday, here is an article about a woman watching her mother die and buying sweaters. I should have reordered these to be less sad. Whoops.
Shit to eat
Fly to Atlanta.
Drive to Desta's Ethiopian Kitchen.
Is there a seat on the patio? Get a seat on the patio.
Order the shiro. It's a chickpea puree stew. They will ask you if you want butter or oil. You make the call that sparks your truth but also get butter.
Get a side order of injera. It comes with injera, but you want more.
Eat your stew on the patio and hope that no one you know shows up, because you will certainly spill some on yourself, but it will be worth it.
Shit to listen to
Alice's Restaurant, obvi. And then probably some Johnny Cash train ballads, but that's up to you.
Shit to buy
Get some sheet masks as stocking stuffers this year. This one has a bear.
Six foot lightning cable now and forever.
From my sister: the Victoria Secret knockout legging in silver foil, which is very glittery. She is now lecturing me about white workout pants. She prefers them so her very impressive calves are visible in her pants. She also says that if you do barbell workouts it may scrape some of the glitter from the leggings, which, noted.
From my dad: a Chevy Spark, if you also find one used for cheap on Craigslist.