Stew for You (or Two)

The Domestic Man

Recently, I’ve been thinking about living a simpler life. The idea started when I visited Mickey Trescott’s new home in the Willamette Valley over the summer, but it really solidified when we moved all of our things from Maryland to Florida last month – over 14,000 lbs worth of belongings. As we started unpacking boxes, I couldn’t help but think that I just didn’t need so much stuff. The worst part about it? We’re still unpacking.

So for the holidays this year, we’re trying to not buy any objects for each other. Instead, we’re gifting experiences. So this week’s recipe is going to be a little different from your usual Tuesday post; I’m going to walk you through how to make gifts to hand out to people that aren’t stuff. A couple years back I made a few gallons of my barbecue sauce and gave it away as…

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Shakshuka

Quiche-a-Week

Shakshuka

If you ogle food photos on the regular like everyone ever, you’ve probably come across Shakshuka. After initial thoughts of “HEY WHAT A FUN WORD” subside, you have a choice: Make the Shakshuka that basically just undressed you with its eyes, or button up and move along to more food porn. Being a BWOACIS (Bitch Without A Cast Iron Skillet) myself, I always thought Shakshuka was just another unreachable dream. The dragon of my post-meal stupors.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “WOW SHAKSHUKA IS STILL SUCH A FUN WORD,” but also “Hey Molly, just buy a cast iron skillet already.” Excellent argument. But they look so heavy and I don’t have a car. The better, equally extremely obvious answer is just use a baking dish. Dipshit. So that’s what happened. What an exciting turn of events!

Shakshuka

Shakshuka

Let’s talk about Shakshuka (FUN!) for a bit. It’s a Tunisian dish of poached eggs in…

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inequality in the skies

orgtheory.net

I’m on a plane right now, flying from Sacramento back to Albany. And sitting here I’m reminded of how air travel itself reflects the growing inequality of society in a trivial, but suggestive, way.

Planes have always had first-class and passenger cabins, at least as far as I know. If the Titanic had this distinction, I’m guessing it was in place from the beginning of commercial aviation.

But for most of my adult life, planes—at least the ones I usually fly on, from one U.S. city to another—looked something like this:

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Just roughing it out here, this means that 7% of the passengers used about 15% of the room, with the other 93% using 85% of the cabin space. Such a plane would have a Gini index of about 8. (For reference, the U.S. Gini is about 48, and the global one is around 65.)

Domestic airlines have pretty much…

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The 7 Irrational Behaviors of Black Friday

Center for Advanced Hindsight

Every day of the year, American shoppers act irrationally. On Black Friday, however, shoppers’ irrationality and wildness climb to dangerously high levels. Why does Black Friday lead shoppers to grab and fight, especially when the stakes are often as low as fifty percent off toasters?

Over the last few decades, social scientists have cataloged the many different factors that lead to irrational consumer behavior, and Black Friday touches on nearly that entire list.

Luckily though, if shoppers stay aware of how Black Friday is designed to make them irrational—and if they take breaks, eat snacks, plan ahead, and keep a clear mind—then they can avoid falling victim to the “holiday.”

Here are seven reasons shoppers become so irrational and committed to deals on Black Friday, as well as a few ways you can protect yourself.

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Black Friday is like a hazing ritual

Black Friday shoppers are dedicated—they sacrifice sleep…

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On My Father’s Birthday: A Letter To The Man Who Killed Him

TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND

Dear Sir,

I don’t know your name, but you killed my father on June 9, 1973, in Stockton, California. My father was thirty-two years old then; I was ten. If he had lived, he would have been 74 on November 29th.

The year my dad ws killed The year my dad ws killed

I am a 51-year-old woman now; my father has not been with me for most of my life, and yet I still feel his presence; I still miss him. When I was ten, and he was killed, I hated you. In fact, I hated you for many, many years. Somehow I got it in my head that you were a drunk driver and killed him while driving drunk. Perhaps someone told me that, or maybe it’s just what a child creates, to make sense of a senseless world. Admittedly, that story helped me for a while. It gave me a place to focus my…

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Life!

Have you ever felt like life’s struggles are too much? Me too, being a gay 21 year old man in this day and age really is a hard one to cope with.
To be honest though, if I wasn’t the person I am today, I really don’t know where I’d have ended up! “In a gutter”, “a cardboard box”! Either one sounds rough.
So basically what I’m trying to get at is the society of today! “Not really one to go on about being gay” But this just needs to be said!
Basically what I’m trying to say is, we’re all human beings, we’re all the same species, we come in various colours, various sizes and various sexualities but at the end of the day we all s**t the same, today’s society is such a f***ed up mess from war, to racism and to homosexuality, fighting to survive, fighting for food or a roof over your head we all have to live regardless of our lifestyle, we don’t choose who were going to be, we choose what career we take and what house we buy, but at the end of the day we can’t choose what colour we are, we can’t choose if your going to be rich or poor! Life throws that later on, but at the start we’re all just striving for a future if we wasn’t we’d be f***ed!!
Also love! “Love” gets thrown around to easily and mistreated, you can’t help what your heart desires, male or female, black or white we’re all one!
We’re the human race! #equality

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