Emchap's Shit from the Internet 06/30/21 🍠
I was up in Portland this weekend to get my apartment keys, and was looking forward to the break from LA’s summer awfulness. That, of course, did not happen, and Portland managed to set and then break its all-time temperature record; I learned that there is in fact at NOTICEABLE difference between 90 and 115, and spent much of the trip eating shelf-stable tuna sensations because the Target near my hotel had their power go out and had to toss most of their cold food and all the restaurants were closed because they didn’t want to kill their employees.
I emailed the head of my HOA today to ask how folks tend to handle A/C needs in the building (it was built in the early 1900s, so no central air) and she mentioned in passing that they hadn’t needed A/C in the building until 8 or 9 years ago. But, of course, the climate is different now.
I went to a hippie elementary school where we listened to a lot of Rafi and talked about how to stop Global Warming, which it was assumed we’d have taken care of by the time that we were adults. That was 25 years ago, and we haven’t, and we won’t. The thing we were afraid of has arrived and is killing people. It is difficult not to despair.
Shit to read
This starts as being about Great Jones and migrates into being about the moral emptiness of various millennial direct to consumer brands and I enjoyed it.
How not to drop weights on yourself.
All of our infrastructure is failing and we cannot meet the basic needs of the people who live here.
This dead mom Cheryl Strayed letter is very good.
Shit to eat
Get stuck in a heatwave.
Ask your hotel concierge where to go for lunch. He will suggest three restaurants, of which two are off the table due to residual ex-boyfriend anger/a slightly longer walk.
Scuttle to a Thai restaurant, and order the pad thai with crispy trout. It has been a very long time since you had trout, which is a fish you enjoy.
Take the hot bag, held so as to minimize contact, back to your hotel.
Eat it, in bed, out of the container, without pants. It will be the best thing you’ve had all month.
(Restaurant is Thai Peacock and hotel is the Woodlark, which I enjoyed.)
Shit to watch
New D20 tonight!
Shit to buy
Ice cream, since the A/Cs are all sold out.