Weekend accomplishments
Saturday Jamie had to leave by 10:30, so I made her breakfast (Ashley had just brought over 2 dozen fresh eggs), then got in the shower when she left. I went to CVS and the gas station, then to World Market. I wanted to get a box of that cheap Indian incense they've sold forever; I usually alternate between my essential oil diffuser and Japanese incense, which frankly is better quality. But every once in a while I want the incense that used to be the only kind I could buy and that has smelled the same since I was 16.
I went into Five Below for a minute to get another pair of headphones; I know it seems like I go through headphones really fast, and that's part of it, but also I just always have multiple sets. Like my reading glasses, I need to have some everywhere (home, work, bag), and I also like having different kinds (wired, wireless, earbuds, over the ear). So you can see why I refuse to spend a lot of money on them. I went to the carwash and Rouse's, and after putting away the groceries, cleaning the kitchen, doing some planner/journal stuff, and vacuuming one of the living room rugs I just had time to finish Manhunt before dinner.
I really liked it, although like I said it made me angry to watch it. I've added the book to my list, because I know the series veered from reality in some points. But I would argue the series, unlike the book, doesn't exist to be a 100% factual re-telling of history. It exists to create a counter-mythos to the Lost Cause narrative that has poisoned this country since 1865. In other words, lying has worked real well for the racists for the last 160 years, maybe it's time to use some of their tools against them.
David made zucchini fritters for supper, and I watched the first episode of Julio Torres' new HBO show, Fantasmas. I will watch anything Torres does, in English or Spanish, and it did not disappoint. There was a whole story within the story about a '90s sitcom that was basically Alf if Alf and Mr. Tanner were carrying on a torrid love affair. Oh, and Steve Buscemi had a cameo as the personification of the letter Q as a bitter old punk. Just amazing.
Sunday I made the Boursin and potato chip omelette from The Bear for breakfast, then vacuumed the other living room rug. Oh, and I got to use the new mug I also bought at World Market.
She has whiskers too, you just can't see them from this angle. Did you know Hello Kitty and I are the same age? I was born in November of 1974 and she was created around the same time, although the first item with her on it (a vinyl coin purse that I'm sure is worth millions today) wouldn't go on sale until 1975. And the first place that items depicting her were sold in the US was the following year in San Jose's Japantown, just a few dozen miles from where I grew up.
After breakfast I watched Hit Man, which I mostly liked but thought had a kind of weirdly dark ending that wasn't played as dark? I'm not sure how I feel about it, although it's probably going to make Glen Powell a star (which I am fine with, he was great). The Skip Hollandsworth piece from Texas Monthly that inspired it is worth the read, too.
In the afternoon I made some chocolate malt ball Rice Krispies treats, did some dinner prep, changed my sheets, washed a load of towels, made grilled cheddar and pesto sandwiches for lunch, and did some dinner prep. I finished the case of beer I bought a couple weeks ago and read, finishing The Dark Forest and starting The Light Pirate. The climactic action of the former is a fucking gnarly space battle--slaughter, really--that I am now extremely nervous about seeing depicted on film. But then the book ends in a really different place than I was expecting, so now I really want to read the next one.
I was going to make chicken flautas (using a rotisserie chicken) for supper, but I could not get the corn tortillas to fold up like little burritos. I tried heating them, I tried not heating them, I tried using less filing; they kept coming apart and it took me 5 tortillas to make 2 flautas that more or less worked. I had a package of 30 tortillas and I needed to make 16 flautas, so that math was not mathing. The only thing that mostly worked was simply rolling them up, so I finally just did that. A little of the chicken filling escaped when I fried them, but not enough to be a problem.
So if they're rolled instead of folded, does that make them taquitos instead? I'll call them "flauquitos". Anyway, engineering difficulties aside, they tasted great. I made avocado cream by blending an avocado with sour cream, lime juice, and salt, how could they not taste great.
After supper I watched Godzilla Minus One, which Netflix stealth-dropped at the start of June. Holy shit it was intense. Godzilla as a metaphor for PTSD. Well, why not, he's stood for a lot of other stuff.
I went into Five Below for a minute to get another pair of headphones; I know it seems like I go through headphones really fast, and that's part of it, but also I just always have multiple sets. Like my reading glasses, I need to have some everywhere (home, work, bag), and I also like having different kinds (wired, wireless, earbuds, over the ear). So you can see why I refuse to spend a lot of money on them. I went to the carwash and Rouse's, and after putting away the groceries, cleaning the kitchen, doing some planner/journal stuff, and vacuuming one of the living room rugs I just had time to finish Manhunt before dinner.
I really liked it, although like I said it made me angry to watch it. I've added the book to my list, because I know the series veered from reality in some points. But I would argue the series, unlike the book, doesn't exist to be a 100% factual re-telling of history. It exists to create a counter-mythos to the Lost Cause narrative that has poisoned this country since 1865. In other words, lying has worked real well for the racists for the last 160 years, maybe it's time to use some of their tools against them.
David made zucchini fritters for supper, and I watched the first episode of Julio Torres' new HBO show, Fantasmas. I will watch anything Torres does, in English or Spanish, and it did not disappoint. There was a whole story within the story about a '90s sitcom that was basically Alf if Alf and Mr. Tanner were carrying on a torrid love affair. Oh, and Steve Buscemi had a cameo as the personification of the letter Q as a bitter old punk. Just amazing.
Sunday I made the Boursin and potato chip omelette from The Bear for breakfast, then vacuumed the other living room rug. Oh, and I got to use the new mug I also bought at World Market.
She has whiskers too, you just can't see them from this angle. Did you know Hello Kitty and I are the same age? I was born in November of 1974 and she was created around the same time, although the first item with her on it (a vinyl coin purse that I'm sure is worth millions today) wouldn't go on sale until 1975. And the first place that items depicting her were sold in the US was the following year in San Jose's Japantown, just a few dozen miles from where I grew up.
After breakfast I watched Hit Man, which I mostly liked but thought had a kind of weirdly dark ending that wasn't played as dark? I'm not sure how I feel about it, although it's probably going to make Glen Powell a star (which I am fine with, he was great). The Skip Hollandsworth piece from Texas Monthly that inspired it is worth the read, too.
In the afternoon I made some chocolate malt ball Rice Krispies treats, did some dinner prep, changed my sheets, washed a load of towels, made grilled cheddar and pesto sandwiches for lunch, and did some dinner prep. I finished the case of beer I bought a couple weeks ago and read, finishing The Dark Forest and starting The Light Pirate. The climactic action of the former is a fucking gnarly space battle--slaughter, really--that I am now extremely nervous about seeing depicted on film. But then the book ends in a really different place than I was expecting, so now I really want to read the next one.
I was going to make chicken flautas (using a rotisserie chicken) for supper, but I could not get the corn tortillas to fold up like little burritos. I tried heating them, I tried not heating them, I tried using less filing; they kept coming apart and it took me 5 tortillas to make 2 flautas that more or less worked. I had a package of 30 tortillas and I needed to make 16 flautas, so that math was not mathing. The only thing that mostly worked was simply rolling them up, so I finally just did that. A little of the chicken filling escaped when I fried them, but not enough to be a problem.
So if they're rolled instead of folded, does that make them taquitos instead? I'll call them "flauquitos". Anyway, engineering difficulties aside, they tasted great. I made avocado cream by blending an avocado with sour cream, lime juice, and salt, how could they not taste great.
After supper I watched Godzilla Minus One, which Netflix stealth-dropped at the start of June. Holy shit it was intense. Godzilla as a metaphor for PTSD. Well, why not, he's stood for a lot of other stuff.