2020-04-04
Make a no-sew face mask from a handkerchief and two hair ties.
Make a no-sew face mask from a handkerchief and two hair ties.
Jess and I will often call my parents to check in while we’re cleaning up after dinner. And though my parents are usually jealous of our meal, they have little interest in my passing along a recipe. Like most normal people, they tend to eschew dinners that involve dozens of ingredients and an overflowing sink-full of pots and pans.
Still, last night, I banged out one of my favorite simple spring pastas. It’s delicious, yet also easy enough that even they’re willing to give it a whirl. In case you’re similarly looking for something to cook while cooped up at home, voila:

Spaghetti with Rosemary-Roasted Zucchini & Tomato
Ingredients:
Directions:
Bon appétit!
Passover meal prepping? Here’s why I now eat kitniyot on Pesach.
“I do not go outdoors… As far as I’m concerned, the whole point of living in New York City is indoors. You want greenery? Order the spinach.”
– David Rakoff
Fascinating short film about film noir as folklore that explains the systemic failures of modern life.
Still on track to expand to a larger beta-test group for Composite, starting next week. Getting there required a bunch of changes to the alpha – most notably, shifting things up to deliver it all remotely, rather than in-person with a coach. But, secondarily, revamping movement and exercise selection in the algorithm; it can now account for the equipment that people have (or don’t), and build workouts accordingly.
In the process of setting that up, I also quickly realized that I had waaaay more equipment-based movements (whether with dumbbells, kettlebells, and barbells, or just pullup bars, boxes, and rings/TRX’s) in the library than bodyweight-only stuff. So, lest I end up assigning people nothing but pushups, sit-ups, and air squats for the next several months, I’ve been testing out all kinds of crazy bodyweight-only movements, to see what which I can add into the lineup. Stuff like glute bridge walk-outs, single-leg-elevated hip thrusts, inverted table rows, and kneeling squat jumps all made the cut. A variety of even crazier stuff very much didn’t.
Still, by now, the algorithm can generate home workouts with nearly as much variety and progression as it could previously in a fully-stocked gym. And at only the cost of a small number of broken household items, a handful of minor injuries, and some likely extremely pissed off downstairs and next-door neighbors (who’ve had to put up with days full of jumping, thumping, and cursing) along the way.
Calling that victory, and charging ahead.
Major Orthodox groups advise Jews to limit Passover prep to just the essentials.
I was due for a haircut at the end of February, just as I was starting to worry about the possibility of a COVID-19 pandemic. At that point, barbershops (like everything else) were still open. But as I was ahead of the curve on worry – and therefore also on social distancing – I decided to exercise an abundance of caution, and held off.
By now, however, I’m starting to wonder about the wisdom of that choice. Just a few weeks in, and I’m already looking pretty feral. Jess has volunteered her help – she’s said she’d even be willing to watch a couple of YouTube videos on technique before coming at me with the clippers. Though, with apologies to her, in this case, I think the cure really might be worse than the disease.
I’d consider just buzzing it all off, but I did that unintentionally about 18 months ago (I thought the barber was asking how long I wanted the sides, he thought he was asking how long I wanted the top, and it turns out a ‘two’ is a pretty close cut), and it took long enough to grow back that I’d rather skip the option if possible.
So, for the moment, I’m just rolling with it. Even if I’ve now reached a phase where, despite increased length, my hair mostly sticks straight up in the air, giving me a definite Jimmy Neutron vibe.
Or, at least, it would be, if I weren’t ruining the look with an increasingly heavy beard. I’d say it was sort of a ‘Jimmy Neutron of the Mountains.’ But, as I’m disappointed to discover each time I grow one out, a month of beard on me says less ‘rugged,’ and more ‘rabbinical.’
These are tough times indeed.
A good argument for wearing masks.
As I was recently reading about the disparate COVID-19 risk of different blood types, I realized that I don’t actually know my own.
Jess is 0+, which fortunately puts her at lowered risk. My parents, who I called for any insights / memories from my childhood, are unfortunately riskier types A and B. They also didn’t know my type. And, given theirs, I could literally be any of the four: A, B, AB, or O.
So, not at all sure what this research means for me in the short term. But, in the slightly longer term, it’s definitely put ‘donate blood’ on my to-do list. Both because it’s a good thing to do, and because (more selfishly) it’s probably my best route for figuring that out.
Still, between being type 0, and being both younger and female-er than me, I at least now know Jess should be at substantially lower risk overall. I initially thought about suggesting that meant she should be the one who heads out to check our mail and pick up packages. Though I vetoed that idea pretty quickly, as I realized doing so might provide an even more immediate risk to my health.