Emchap's Shit from the Internet 03/24/21 đ
Daylight savings time starting or ending (whichever one it is that happened a few weeks ago, do NOT @ me) continues to fuck with me; the sun staying out until 7:30pm means that I donât eat dinner until 8. I donât remember this being true in other years, and certainly not for as long; I know that the sun stays out forever in the summer. It feels a little bit like I am, after a year of living in the human terrarium, unable to adjust to the planet continuing to spin in quite the same way as I was previously.
It doesnât matter, really; I start work at the same time regardless and I donât have plans after work, of course. The cat has never been a dinner beggar (he likes to eat his food while Iâm preparing for bed, for some reason), so the only real issue is that I keep accidentally working until 6pm instead of 4pm and eating dinner at 8.
I am so, so happy for everyone I know who is currently getting the vaccine; many of my friends and my family are getting it in NYC and Georgia. I donât qualify in California yet and donât have a timeline for when I will (if you email me telling me to go ahead and just get the vaccine anyway, I will block you!) and am a little sad about it. I went to the laundromat to wash fabric for a project this weekend and it was the most excitement Iâve had since Thanksgiving. I ordered an horchata.
My friend was teasing me that the project I finally made after getting back in to sewing was a white t-shirt, which is absolutely the sort of garment that feels slightly silly to sew. Itâs not like I donât have a white t-shirt. I keep debating doing something more interesting with it (getting my friend to print some sort of silly cricut design on it) but nothing so far has really seemed appealing.
The sun has begun to set in earnest while Iâve been typing this, which feels at least a little bit in alignment with what it ought to be. I canât wait until itâs light when I wake up again.
Shit to read
This section has grown really thin lately, which is perhaps a comment on how much time I had to spend doing stupid shit online at the previous gig versus now. (I am enjoying the change of pace but god I am so tired.) Anyway. As someone who very much would like another person to walk on my back right now, I really enjoyed this piece on paying other people to touch you.
The intersection of Hollywood club owners and adult goth men that are Too Into It is the worst people in the entire world. (Thomas Middleditch belongs to the exciting pantheon of men whose out-of-work behavior has completely destroyed my ability to enjoy his show, which is unfortunate.)
How to use a vacation day right now.
Shit to eat
Decant all of your dried grains into Ball jars like a Fancy Instagram Bitch or a Unfancy Lady Who Wants Grains To Stop Falling On Her Head.
Be reminded, yet again, that you have a cup of lentils that is like charitably a year old.
Decide to make the one lentil recipe you always make.
Saute the half a large onion you have in your fridge from a previous recipe in some butter.
When itâs started to cook in earnest, add half a teaspoon of cumin and an inch of frozen ginger that youâve sawed the skin off of and microplaned, plus a couple of cloves of garlic given the same treatment.
Let it cook for a little while, until fragrant.
Add in a teaspoon of coriander, a quarter teaspoon turmeric (with another quarter teaspoon for the floor, as is traditional), and half a teaspoon of garam masala. Skip the chile powder because you are weak.
Stir that all up and cook for a moment.
Add the chopped up remnants of a can of cherry tomatoes and a frozen glob of tomato paste, and let it cook into a slurry.
In goes two teaspoons of course salt, a cup of lentils, and 4 cups of water.
Bring to a boil, set heat to low, cover, and cook for 35 minutes. At some point, warm up naan to eat with it.
Add a pat of butter, a splash of cream, and a bunch of cilantro.
Enjoy your food.
(Adapted from Smitten Kitchenâs punjabi-style black lentils.)
Shit to watch
This version of Tegan and Saraâs âNineteenâ, which was (I now realize) released before I was 19. (I was 17, I think.) God this album rules.
Then watch this very funny Tiktok about âNineteenâ made by a person who I watch play D&D online a lot.
Shit to buy
This wall art.
This fancy fabric.
This art mom fabric.