Emchap's Shit from the Internet 5/31/17 🍠
This last weekend was Memorial Day, a fact that I 9000% forgot until I impulse-purchased an Amtrak ticket to Philly for the day, a trip which I very much enjoyed. I went primarily to go take a look at the Mütter, a museum of human remains that steadfastly rejects recent museum curation practices like "empathetically contextualizing the ethics of the display of human remains" in favor of "look, kids! a wall of skulls!"
I do wish they'd separated out the fetal wet mounts just a bit.
In addition to exploring the wonderful world of ethical grey areas, I went to a dim sum brunch where I ate custard buns shaped like pigs, and there is something to be said for New York if you can purchase tiny pig buns in it.
Shit to read
While I was on my day trip, I read Startup: A Novel, which I heartily recommend, particularly if you work at a startup in New York and want to feel uncomfortably seen. It's very funny.
I followed it with This is My Face: Try Not to Stare, which is Gabourey Sidibe's memoir/essay collection and it is fucking hysterical, super recommend it. The essay on dudes who want to "link up" made me HOWL.
I enjoy this old Bullish column about spring cleaning your life. Making small improvements to your home life is oddly satisfying.
I have not read a more accurate description of my depression than the one in this article.
Esquire did their best bars list! I have been to several of the this year, oddly!
Shit to eat
Haul ass up to Long Island City on a Sunday morning.
Wander into Nice Supermarket.
Look for masa in the 5 lb paper bag you are used to seeing it in.
Do not see it.
Look again.
Nope.
AGAIN.
Finally realize it is being sold in dainty 2-lb plastic bags because this supermarket is cute.
Nab it, a can of refried black beans, and some sour cream and haul on over to your friend's apartment.
Make the masa according to the instructions.
Divide it into patties and fry on each side.
Heat the refried beans on the stove and mostly don't burn them.
Melt a knob of butter in a pan and toss three whisked eggs in.
Scramble the eggs by letting them half set and then sort of moving them around every few seconds (fuck slow-and-low custard eggs today)
Take each dough patty and top with refried beans, some of the eggs, whatever shredding cheese is on hand, and a dollop of sour cream.
Breakfast!
Shit to listen to
This Miss Fisher scene of "Let's Misbehave." No reason, I just like it.
Shit to buy
I have spent an embarrassing amount of money on clothes this month but also I look amazing so. This jumpsuit is great and it's 40% off and I recommend it.
It's summer. Make popsicles.
I bought this skirt (sized super-generously fyi) and wore it to work today and got "you should go somewhere in that outfit" from my lady coworker and "that is a nice skirt; it's.... vibrant" from a dude, which is about the gamut of positive feedback I can receive, so I endorse it heartily.