peanut butter hacks
I love Olu's weeknotes, so I’m ripping off that format in order to collate my digital ephemera and seek amnesty for my tabs.
Saw Gundam GQuuuuuux at International Village, at a showing containing five other humans. Despite having only osmosized Gundam understanding, I found it absolutely delightful and will absolutely watch the full series. Impulsively attending Monday night Gundam screenings is one of the things I must do when given the opportunity, in order to justify the fact I continue to pay Vancouver prices for everything.
I returned to the city after being away for a week and was greeted with a beautiful day of false spring before the weather shifted back to typical early-March gloom. When the winter is overstaying its welcome and everything is grey and soggy, I turn to doomy dream pop/darkwave/waifgaze type stuff. Accordingly, I present for your pleasure: Within the Depths of a Darkened Forest by Autumn's Grey Solace, bloweyelashwish by loveliescrushing, and Remnants of the Vessel by Faetooth. Less on-trend but still crucial: EUSEXUA by fka twigs.
Re: music, as well as going to Da Moviesch — it pains me there’s almost certainly never going to be an official full-length release of the Epic Cinematic Hans Zimmer Woomph remix of “Tiny Dancer” that was used in the Ballerina trailer because I found it inexplicably musically compelling despite the incredible lack of subtlety.
I recommend slicing up a pickled onion real small and then mixing it up with mashed up avocado, salt and black pepper and a good hot sauce of your choice, and then putting it on toast or a cracker.
I’m getting a kick out of stirring a glob of what we called “fake peanut butter” when I was growing up—the Kraft kind, full of preservatives and with a consistency like room-temperature buttercream frosting—into chia pudding. (I was raised on a white hippie diet despite being poor, and peanut butter was one of my mother’s lines in the sand— it was an Adams household.) The sugar content and uncanny smoothness add a silky quality that goes some way toward justifying calling that dish a “pudding,” and it feels rather sinful and daring to mix annoyingly branded superfoods with hyper-processed condiments.
My housemates packed up a lot of Angel’s things while I was away, but lots of it still remains around the house, and I find myself procrastinating cleanup for very reasonable and also somewhat bogus lack-of-capacity reasons. I miss her so much and don’t want to have to confront the way my living room will look when not full of objects we only owned because of her.
I want to pitch some nonfiction/culture writing/etc pieces over the summer; I have some ideas cookin’ but it’s hard to tell what’s better suited for a casual blog post vs. something more substantive. Very open to suggestions if there’s anything on which you’d like my take. You subscribed to this newsletter; I assume you know how to find me.