Emchap's Shit from the Internet 01/26/22 đ
I left the essay portion of this for last because I had nothing to write about this week. Some of it is just spicy sadness, some of it is just work overwhelm (hashtag end of quarter), but most of it is honestly just that being back to nearly March 2020 levels of quarantine has made my life small and weird again in the way it was then. (And unlike then people are all at incredibly different places with how out in the world theyâre willing to be; this shit Extremely Sucks and I have no idea what the right answer is to any of it.)
I will say that as someone whose day was absolutely ruined by Wordle yesterday (fuck you, âsugarâ), I got great delight out of Letterle, which a coworker shared today. What a great and stupid game. A small bright spot for the week!
Shit to read
The affluent women of the UK have absolute fucking bananas brainworms.
I though this was a fair (critical) review of Anne Helen Petersonâs newest book, focused on the subject of work. I will likely read it, but I think the review authorâs point is absolutely reasonable about the functional limits of where that kind of writing lies; I am reminded of People Ops (techâs rebrand of HR) telling me at various jobs to âbring my whole self to work.â
Charlotte has always been the most sympathetic character on SATC and thatâs especially true in the reboot (which yes I am watching shut up). Thereâs a recent episode where sheâs about to blow her husband in the bathroom when their teen walks in and obviously itâs awkward, but her worry about whether she scarred her child (who she wants to be sex-positive, because she was raised Weird About Sex, but in whose face she slammed the door when startled; the plotâs honestly very sweet) is overshadowed by her friendsâ horror that sheâd still blow her husband. Nobody on this show likes their spouses or each other!
This is a very mean, very funny review of a party that does not sound very fun.
As someone test-driving an ebike from Rad Power this weekend, I did not love this article about how their batteries can turn into bombs.
Enjoyed this piece on disability and space travel, specifically the anecdote about the Gallaudet Eleven just vibing while the people researching them horked due to sea sickness.
An internet content creator I have followed for many years decided to stop being one recently, and I loved this interview with her about what sheâs been up to.
Shit to eat
After a disappointing buttermilk waffle experience at home, google âhow to make waffles crispy.â Arm yourself with knowledge.
Melt 6 tablespoons of butter in a large bowl.
Add a cup and a half of milk and microwave until a little warm.
Toss in 3 tablespoons of maple syrup, 3/4 teaspoons salt, a teaspoon of vanilla, 2 eggs, 1 1/2 teaspoons of yeast, and 240 g flour. Stir stir stir until combined.
Let it rise, covered, for an hour and then pop that ish into the fridge overnight.
In the morning, heat your shitty $40 waffle maker to its max setting for 10 minutes before doing anything with it. Take the waffle mix out and use a silicone grill brush to brush shortening on the plates.
Spoon half a cup of waffle batter into the waffle maker and close. Do not press, or you will get waffle goop on the stove.
Ignore the âdoneâ light for the waffle, and start checking for done-ness as the steam slows down.
You will discover that despite not having a good waffle maker, you can get much, much better waffles than you anticipated. Eat them with jam.
(Recipe adapted from King Arthurâs Belgian Waffle Recipe, waffle technique courtesy of this Epicurious article)
Shit to listen to
You ever get high and really listen to âCardiganâ?
Shit to buy
Obsessed with these coveralls.
I own the pants version of these overalls and get compliments on them constantly. These are on sale! Pretty good size coverage still! (The jeans are also on sale.)
I associate Avalon Organics body products super strongly with my grandparentsâ house and did you know you can just buy them? from the store?