Saturday, February 7th, 2026 08:55 am

HOME! I am home home home home.

This business of feeling feelings: so glad to be home. I think i loathe air travel. Thank goodness for e-books, enabling me to dissociate from the experience. There was a period when i was flying cross country and crocheting when audio books and crochet were my flight go tos, but between there being more of me and less room i can't imagine doing much than holding the phone. Between NC and Ohio with stops at a hub were just tiny hops in the air and back down and long stretches of sitting or lugging.

Work went well. We had an all staff meeting where our president cheer-led us in this year's theme of courage under pressure, and i think i needed to hear it. This project will take much courage. It will also be very engaging between now and retirement, and i wonder if it will exhaust me or engage me.

And there was some speaking of retirement. Our product person DH is retiring... soon? I thought it was next year but some chatter made me suddenly wonder if it's this year. I discussed that question with the engineering manager BC as he drove me to the airport. (We both thought it was further off.) BC said he was planning to retire at 60 as our employer has a health care benefit that continues then until Medicare. (He said it as if it was a long way off. Rummages in LinkedIn: hmm, he graduated from college 9 years after i did.) He thinks our employer will pay the same into our health care as they do now after retirement. I just thought we could buy into the same negotiated plan. I can take the benefit  on Friday, 2028-03-31.

I don't know if it will be fiscally wise to retire then, but right now i hold that out as conceivable retirement to myself when my sense of energy flags. Working until 62 or 63 would have some financial benefits. I just don't know if i can i develop practices to take care of my physical body.

--== ∞ ==--

I did take double doses of my morning meds yesterday, unintentionally. Last day, i thought, and downed all the remaining pills, forgetting that the trip was a day shorter than planned. I found a pub med review of 400+ overdoses for the med and decided i did not need to call poison control. There's a one percent chance on paper of a bad reaction, and i am a larger person, so the impact would be diluted. I reduced caffeine, crossed my fingers, and all was ok.  I have lots of other physical complaints and whining, but nothing worrisome.

Christine says she's feeling stronger and can tell she's healing.

I should move my body today, something in the yarden. Unpack. I probably have a long list of todos.

Saturday, February 7th, 2026 08:48 am
The wave yearns at the cliff foot: its pale arms
        Reach upward and relapse, like down-dropped hands;
The baffled tides slip backward evermore,
        And a long sighing murmurs round the sands . . .

My heart is as the wave that lifts and falls:
       Tall is the cliff—oh! tall as that dim star
That crowns its summit hidden in a cloud—
       Tall as the dark and holy heavens are.

The sad strange wreckage of full many ships
        Burdens the bitter waters’ ebb and flow:
Gold diadems, like slowly falling flames,
        Lighten the restless emerald gulfs below;

And withered blossoms float, and silken webs,
        And pallid faces framed in wide-spread hair,
And bubble-globes that seethe with peacock hues,
        And jewelled hands, half-open, cold and fair.

Sea creatures move beneath: their swift sleek touch
       Begets sweet madness and unworthy fire—
Scaled women—triton-things, whose dark seal eyes
        Are hot and bloodshot with a man’s desire.

Their strange arms clasp: the sea-pulse in their veins
       Beats like the surf of the immortal sea—
Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys
       Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me.

Downward and down—to passionate purple looms,
        Athrill with thought-free, blurred, insatiate life,
Where the slow-throbbing sea-flow sways like weed
        Dim figures blended in an amorous strife—

I am enclasped, I sink; but the wave lifts,
        With all its freight of treasure and of death,
In sullen foamless yearning towards the height
        Where the star burns above the vapour-wreath;

And a deep sob goes up, and all the caves
        Are filled with mourning and a sorrow-sound.
The green fire fades: I rise: I see the star—
        Gone are the triton arms that clipped me round.

Hope beats like some lost bird against the cliff—
        The granite cliff above the burdened wave,
Whose fleeting riches are more desolate
        Than gems dust-mingled in a nameless grave . . .

When all the wordless thirsts of Time are slaked,
        And all Earth’s yearning hungers sweetly fed,
And the Sea’s grief is stilled, and the Wind’s cry,
        And Day and Night clasp on one glowing bed—

Oh! in that hour shall clay and flame be blent—
        Love find its perfect lover, breast on breast—
When dream and dreamer at the last are one,
        And joy is folded in the arms of jest.


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Thursday, February 5th, 2026 10:14 am
That's a pretty good show, although she ruined it by guessing all the plot twists.

Teensy spoiler for second season )

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Friday, February 6th, 2026 10:55 pm
In 2022, the bill that funded NASA extended funding for the International Space Station to 2030, and that was it. NASA started researching ways to end the life of the ISS at that point, and decided that a controlled deorbit was the best bet: lower it to a planned orbit where the increased friction with Earth's atmosphere will eventually cause re-entry and for it to crash into the Pacific Ocean's "space graveyard". That way it's controlled and theoretically won't hit land, potentially causing some really significant damage. The station would be shut-down in 2030 and the deorbit burn would happen in 2031, I'm a little unclear when it would actually re-enter the atmosphere.

Well, that plan might end up being scratched because of an effort being led by California Democratic Representative George Whiteside.

He's on the Committee on Science, Space, and Technology (vice-ranking member) and on the Subcommittee on Space and Aeronautics (according to Wikipedia). His career has involved a lot of the space industry, and he's worked at NASA, but the roles seem to be in management and as a director. His Masters degree is in GIS and remote sensing, not in engineering.

He attached a rider to the new NASA funding bill, currently in committee, for them to study boosting the ISS to a parking orbit rather than deorbiting the thing. He thinks it can have a longer life.
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Saturday, February 7th, 2026 12:42 am
Cause it's late.

Got up at 10:00, shortly after that L from my Saturday Al-anon meeting called as planned and we had a nice talk.

Then I got up and had breakfast and coffee. And spent much of the day fighting with the computer. I sent an email to John, Denise, Laurie and the Kid about the Smartmeter National Grid is installing on the cottage. And, not having heard from him, I texted Cliff about the memorial service for Oldest Brother. If he still doesn't get back to me, I'll have to call him.

I went and lay down at around 4:00 I think and played solitaire and scrolled Facebook on my phone. Then at 5:00 I got up and got ready to go to my meeting.

The first 25 bus that I could have made I missed by seconds. The next one to come along didn't stop for me. Went right on by. I was quite pissed. Then I got one about 10 minutes later, and I got a 50 quickly so that was OK.

I got my pizza for dinner as usual for Friday, then to kill time I went to Dunkin' Donuts and got hot chocolate and a donut and sat there and ate the donut. The woman also gave me a handful of munchkins.

The meeting was very small but good,, we got a newcomer. I hope he comes back.

Then L (not the same L who called this morning) drove me to the bus stop. And... the bus didn't come for over 45 minutes. And there was snow coming down. I decided that if the bus wasn't there by 10:05 I was calling an Uber. But it got there about 9:50 I think. I got to 31st and Linden ot get the 25 and my app told me it wouldn't be there for 14 minutes. So I said screw it and called an Uber.

I got home and fed the pets, then tried to Team the FWiB. The technology did not cooperate. To make a very long story short, we ended up using my phone rather than the computer to Team. Very, very frustrating.

So we talked for about an hour, and then it was after midnight so I did the solitaire daily challenge, and then totally restarted the computer and started here.

And that was the day.

Gratitude List:

1. The FWiB.

2. My meetings and the people there.

3. The bus finally came and I didn't have to Uber from the Bronx.

4. The computer seems to be working as I type this.

5. Uber.

6. Bed soon.
Friday, February 6th, 2026 10:11 pm
Amongst the things that I was purchasing was a set of replacement heads/brushes for my electric toothbrush.

The cashier rings them up and then, since it popped up on her register screen, ASKS ME IF I WANT THE PROTECTION PLAN FOR THEM.

WTF?!

We were both quite puzzled over that one. What exactly would a protection plan cover? If they wear out, I can get them replaced? THEY'RE EFFING DESIGNED TO WEAR OUT!

When I told it to Russet just now, she said 'Do they offer a protection plan on these paper plates?'

That would make just about as much sense.
Friday, February 6th, 2026 07:20 pm
Just posted another short chapter of Gentleman of the Shade.
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Friday, February 6th, 2026 11:59 pm
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Friday, February 6th, 2026 10:45 pm

The context is Simone Giertz's Incomplete White Puzzle, which A got me partly to troll me and partly because they thought I'd enjoy it and partly because getting the bundle of all three puzzles gets you 20% off individual list prices.

Current status: 105/"500" pieces in their final positions, plus another 57 no longer singletons. I have several semi-sorted categories including (in the halves of the box) "could plausibly have come from a reasonable puzzle" and "bullshit", and (on the table) Swoopy Bullshit, Offset Noses, Weirdly Straight, Multi-Nose Bullshit, and Featureless Curves.

THOUGHTS )

I am having a very pleasant and soothing time, and I am trying to break up the hyperfocus by instituting a rule of Get Up And Do One Unit Of Something Else After Every (Contiguous) Piece Placed, and yes that is me rules-lawyering after the fact...

Friday, February 6th, 2026 09:38 pm
Public
Bullseye! (1990) film poster
Bullseye! (1990)

Good grief, this is a mess. A story about a pair of chancers and a pair of nuclear physicists, both played by Michael Caine and Roger Moore. At the very least you'd have thought a film teaming up those two might have had some old-school charm about it. And it does – occasionally – with Moore in particular giving some nice, sub-Bond one-liners. There are some nice shots of Inveraray in the second half, too. But for the most part Bullseye! is a confusing, overstuffed, and worst of all unfunny mess. Sizeable chunks of it could have come from the less amusing end of mid-1970s British comedy, including an agonisingly smutty scene about dogs having sex. That this was directed by that abusive bastard Michael Winner does not surprise me. ★½
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Friday, February 6th, 2026 03:34 pm
It has been snowing lightly and steadily since I woke this morning. Those five hours of sleep were the most I have gotten in a seven-day week. At the moment a sort of bleach-silvered effect has started around the overcast sun: it seems to make the west-facing windows across the street reflect mercury-green. There were sunshowers in the snowfall, but not while I was out walking.

I caught the stone that you threw. )

I can tell that my ability to think in media is reviving because in twenty-six years it had never occurred to me to fancast Stefan Fabbre and all of a sudden I thought that, fair-haired, dry-voiced, the moody, unsteady one in the family, in 1976 he would have been in Clive Francis' wheelhouse. [personal profile] gwynnega has suggested that Millard Lampell deserves his own Library of America volume and I'd order it in a hot second.
Friday, February 6th, 2026 04:00 pm

In the shadow of a Victorian church lies an 11th-century Norse grave marker, the last tangible whisper of Viking raiders who once terrorised the bonnie banks.

Tucked among the weathered headstones of Luss Parish Church, this peculiar hump-backed boulder is easy to mistake for an eroded rock or forgotten grave. But look closer at its curved silhouette and you're gazing at a miniature Viking longhouse, a stone "hall for the dead" carved to guide a Norse soul to Valhalla.

Hogback stones are an enigma of the Dark Ages. These Anglo-Scandinavian grave markers appear nowhere in Scandinavia itself. They exist only in Britain, concentrated in areas of Viking settlement along the trading routes that once connected York to Dublin. The Luss example sits along the Forth-Clyde corridor, a waterway the Norse knew well. 

In 1263, King Haakon IV of Norway launched a massive fleet against Scotland in a final bid to reassert Norse dominance over the Western Isles. His raiders sailed up Loch Long, then in an audacious feat of strength, dragged their longships overland at Tarbet to burst upon Loch Lomond, pillaging the settlements along its shores and catching the locals utterly by surprise. Whether this particular stone dates to that infamous raid or commemorates an earlier Norseman who settled these banks remains a mystery.

The stone's distinctive "shingled" roof ridge and faint interlace carvings on its flanks mark it unmistakably as Viking work. After being unearthed in 1926, it spent decades slowly disappearing beneath creeping moss until a 2015 restoration revealed its ornate details once more. Now raised on a small plinth of gravel, it offers visitors a tangible connection to a time when dragon-prowed ships haunted these waters. 

Friday, February 6th, 2026 02:34 pm
 The news continues to be not great... and hopeful, all at once. 

ICE is supposedly shipping some 700 of its roughnecks off to other parts of the country, but if anything they seem to be sending the slackers away? The ones who are making their quotas seem to still be on the ground and out in force.

The mutual aid folks I work for, the Food Communists, had one of their deliverers get boxed in by ICE vehicles on Wednesday, demanding to know where they thought they were going with all those groceries and where did all that come from anyway? The driver apparently made oblique noises about having come from a food distribution warehouse and the ICE agents said, "You mean that church over there?" clearly indicating the church basement that my folks operate out of. And, then, apparently, getting their lines directly out of the villain's playbook, the ICE guys added, "Shame if anything were to happen to that church." Then they threatened to dump all the groceries the next time they spotted this guy. The Food Communists are keeping (and I am not inflating this number) 13,000 households fed. If that network went dark, people would suffer.

That threat happened on Wedensday afternoon. When Mason and I wandered in for our usual shift on Thursday we were told to go away until later in the day in order to keep the numbers of volunteers low so that everyone could be protected. The organizer there was really shaken by the threat and was wearing a bulletproof vest. By Friday (today), I saw some activity at the church as I was driving home from the mosque. Y'all you'll never guess what I saw!  The Food Communists were being visibly protected by VETERANS FOR PEACE. This is a bedfellow in the revolution I would not have predicted, but here we are. 

As I've started saying, "Worst timeline; best people." 

Meanwhile, at the mosque today we all heard from another organizer that apparently the Goyim Defense League, actual Neo-Nazis, have rolled into Midway and, last night, apparently, stabbed one of the peaceful protestors at the Bridge Brigrade (which is what we call the loose collection of people who pick a random highway overpass bridge to hold up signs on) two blocks of my house, at Aldine. The protestor is okay? But, STABBED. JFC. The irony, of course, is that even though a lot of the sentiment is "F*ck ICE," around here I would say that a good 75%-85% of the signs say things like "We love our immigrant neighbors" and "ICE Out, Love in." Not sure why the antisemites have a particular beef with the anti-ICE people, but maybe they think we're all being funded by someone from one of their conspiracy theories. Who knows. F*ck those f*ckers. Also NOT WELCOME here.

Speaking of my mosque duty, I have finally personally been handed a heart-shaped donut by someone who was driving around doing nice things for the protectors. The mutual love here is really something special, y'all. It is life giving. In part because it's so random and so loving. This person was wearing a hijab and so perhaps she was especially doing nice things for folks in front of mosques or other Somali-immigrant places, but I wouldn't swear to it. She seemed like she had a car full of donuts and was just handing them out to people she saw protecting, which is so 100% Minnesota's response to this crisis. She was so pleased to be helping us help others. Like, so many smiles. So many thank you, no THANK YOUs getting bandied about. It was delightful. And given that I spotted my second ever "definitely ICE with those bandanas over their faces" vehicle, a really, really welcome bit of joy among all the fear and tension.

This part is fully difficult to explain to people not from around here. Like, you don't understand the random, chaotic, yet somehow fully organized nature of this resistance.... and how much goddamn love is going into every moment of it. The Veterans for Peace showed up for the Food Communists! Like, within two days!!  And it feels like for every stabbing or act of shitty Nazism, twenty thousand more people are haphazardly driving around and handing out hot cocoa and donuts to people with whistles (an exaggeration, surely, but it is absolutely HOW IT FEELS on the ground.) Sure, one guy flipped us off, but the the amount of support and genuine acts of kindness outnumber the bullshit a thousand fold. 

I believe we will win.  I believe we will win because this community is standing strong and continues to grow and is motivated not by hatred or greed, but by LOVE and kindness and community. When those sh*theads realize that their bonuses aren't forthcoming, their health care will never actually kick in, and their paychecks bounce, their motivation will evaporate. We will still be here keeping our neighbors safe. We'll still be making cookies for each other and feeding our hungry and sheltering our vunerable and singing. 

Speaking of, I have to tell you one other crazy thing. 

People actually now have forms they give each other in case they go to a high-risk protest or an event where they think they might be arrested or detained. Our neighbors came over last night with one and a set of keys to their apartment. This form is terrifying, you all. It says things on it like, "If you don't hear from this person by ___ time, contact the following people..." I felt extremely honored to be handed this responsibility, but holy crap. What is this timeline? How are we in a place where my literal neighbors have to hand me a list of who they were with and who should take care of their cats in case they are disappeared?

Of course, we had this solemn exchange of information and what did I say when they were leaving? "Have a good time!" (God, I felt stupid.) Also, the "speaking of" of all this is that I believe they were headed to what we colloquially call "band practice" here in the Twin Cities. Band practice is the folks who set up outside of hotels that are hosting ICE personel and make as much noise as possible all night long. Every grain of sand in the gears, my friend. Every grain of sand.


injustice to one
A tiny sign on a stick no larger than a chopstick with the words, "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere...whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly."
Friday, February 6th, 2026 04:02 pm
Although Lieutenant Hornblower is the second book chronologically in the Hornblower series, it was one of the later books written in the series. So, although the narrator is in fact Lieutenant Bush rather than Hornblower himself, it is very much a Hornblower book, which has the presumably unintentional effect of making Bush sound absolutely obsessed with Hornblower.

Oh, sure, he’s constantly running down Hornblower’s appearance (he looks like a scarecrow! He looked like he dressed in the dark and forgot to straighten his clothes!)... but that just shows he’s extremely aware of Hornblower’s appearance, as he rarely comments on how anyone else looks. He stares at Hornblower’s beautiful, skillful, fascinating hands (yes, he actually describes them as fascinating), and wonders if admiring a junior lieutenant smacks of French equalitarianism. He watches Hornblower drink a bucket of water from the well, which sluices down his chin and soaks his white shirt, and “The very sight of him was enough to make Bush, who had already had one drink from the well, feel consumed with thirst all over again.”

I mean yes they did just complete a sneak attack during which no one had a drink in the tropical heat for at least 12 hours, but also WOW. That’s what seeing Hornblower in a wet shirt does to a man, huh!

And then Bush is wounded, and the last thing he remembers before he blacks out is Hornblower’s pleading, tender voice… his gentle hands… the feeling of being safe and comforted by Hornblower’s presence… And once he’s in hospital on land, Hornblower brings him an entire basket of tropical fruit, and Bush is so bowled over he barely manages a “Thank you,” and then they just gaze at each other, which, let’s be real, is probably Hornblower’s preferred love language: Significant Looks.

Then later on Hornblower gets appointed captain, and Bush is so thrilled and so drunk that he ends the night stumbling down the hall, both arms around Hornblower’s neck, bellowing “FOR HE’S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW” at the top of his lungs as Hornblower helps him to bed. One presumes that Forester simply cut out before Bush dragged Hornblower in for a sloppy drunken kiss and Hornblower patted him awkwardly on the shoulder and fled.

So yes, all the people who recced Hornblower on the grounds that it is very slashy are 100% right. Amazing. This may in fact be the high point of slashiness for the series, as it seems unlikely that Hornblower POV is ever going to be quite as obsessed with Bush as Bush is with Hornblower (the series after all is not called Lieutenant Bush), but we shall see.

Oh, as for the actual plot, spoilers )
Friday, February 6th, 2026 08:54 pm

Today's Teddywalk took us a slightly unusual way -- I let him choose, within reason. He didn't spend as long sniffing the grass triangle as before, and afterward when I wanted to drag him more directly back toward his house he scampered off the other way. This took us to a tree-lined residential street where he decided to poop next to one of the trees just as a man parked his land barge just behind us and the kids that got out of it were entertained by this free show.

This route also took us past a school where, even though it was nearing 5 o'clock, kids were going toward the school, with their grownups. They kinda looked like they were wearing pajamas? Some were in bathrobes or oodies. Some seemed to carry pillows or soft toys. One was almost hidden behind a Stitch that must have been fully half her size. It was adorable.

I had a pretty good day otherwise too.

Work was oddly satisfying.

A bunch of things happened to coincide today: I presented my new train report twice, first to a panel of subject-matter experts and accessibility advocates that I'm on, where people were very kind about it (especially as it was at the end of an hour and a half meeting that some people had to leave early and/or thought was only an hour long; one made sure to apologize for leaving halfway through but told me he'd read the report and it was good, which was very sweet).

Then in the afternoon I presented it to a group of lived-experience campaigners, a group I attended back when I was a volunteer who didn't have this job yet. They did their usual thing of wanting to vent their spleens on any tangentially-related topic, but I'm used to that and I kinda love it. Afterward, my colleague who runs these meetings messaged me to thank me and say she appreciates that I always handle the questions so well. I didn't think I'd done anything special! But despite that (or actually because of it!) this was really nice to hear.

And as well as feeling particularly competent with the different audiences my work is for, I also had a quick one-to-one(ish) with my manager which indirectly addressed the stuff I've been stressing about lately and where seemed much happier than I'm used to hearing with the work that I have done in the last year and the stuff that's coming up this year.

It's funny because the other day, on our way to the theater, D pointed out where transgym yoga had moved to: one of those "not actually far away but hard for me to find/get to on a bus" places. So I actually looked at yoga on the transgym website and not only was it on this Friday (it's every other week), but it was back at its old location! My hips are so much happier now, and it'll be good for my brain too.

And now, after a week that was really truly about a month long, it's the weekend! We have basically no plans, and the fascists aren't even yelling at the hotel this Sunday!

So many good things.

Friday, February 6th, 2026 07:56 pm

Posted by Isa Chandra

Serves 6 to 8

photo by Kate Lewis

I’m a vegan chili devotee! But sometimes you want chili and you want pasta and you don’t want to choose. Enter chili mac: the dish that says why not both? It’s kind of like hamburger helper in that the pasta cooks right in the pot with everything else. One pot, minimal dishes, loads of flavor. Why is life this easy?

The magic of cooking everything in one pot is that all the flavors blend together as they simmer. The pasta absorbs the tomato and chili spices, the seitan soaks up all that savory broth, and everything becomes this cohesive, deeply flavored masterpiece. The Mona Lisa of one-pot meals! It’s basically what those boxed hamburger helper mixes promised us in the ’90s, but actually good. And vegan. And made with real ingredients you can pronounce.

The baby carrots cook down soft and sweet, adding little pockets of sweetness and some color to all the red and brown. The jalapeños bring the kick.

If you’d like to replace the seitan, beans would be amazing. You can also just add some beans with the seitan. I would recommend kidney, pinto or black beans but now that I think about it why not great northerns or chickpeas? Whatever makes you happy.

You can also do it up with the toppings: vegan sour cream or shredded cheese. Add some tortilla strips for crunch. But honestly and truly, it’s perfectly wonderful as is.

Vegan One Pot Chili Mac With Seitan
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One-Pot Chili Mac With Seitan

Vegan chili mac that cooks entirely in one pot: pasta, protein, and all. It's hamburger helper for people who actually want to enjoy their dinner.
Course Main Course
Cuisine American
Keyword 30 Minute Meal, easy AF, Super Bowl, Winter

Ingredients

  • 3 cups diced seitan
  • 3 tablespoons olive oil divide
  • 1 large yellow onion diced medium
  • 1 cup baby carrots diced
  • 2 jalapeños thinly sliced
  • 4 cloves garlic minced
  • 3 tablespoons mild chili powder
  • 1 tablespoon ground cumin
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 2 tablespoons nutritional yeast
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup chopped fresh cilantro
  • 2 cups vegetable broth
  • 1 25 oz can diced tomatoes
  • 8 oz macaroni pasta
  • For serving:
  • Scallions sliced, for garnish

Instructions

  • Preheat a 6-quart pot over medium-high heat.
  • Sauté the seitan in one tablespoon oil for about 5 minutes just to crisp it up a bit, then remove from the pan and set aside on a plate.
  • Add the remaining oil, then sauté the onion, carrots, and jalapeños with a big pinch of salt for 8 to 10 minutes, until the onion is lightly browned.
  • Add the garlic and sauté until fragrant, about 30 seconds. Add the chili powder, cumin, oregano, salt, and nutritional yeast, and toss to coat the veggies, letting the spices toast for about 2 minutes.
  • Add the cilantro and sauté until wilted and cooked down, another 2 minutes or so.
  • Add the vegetable broth and scrape the bottom of the pan to deglaze. Add the canned tomatoes and pasta. Cover and bring to a boil, then give it a stir.
  • Once boiling, reduce heat and let simmer with the lid ajar so steam can escape. Pasta takes longer to cook when there are tomatoes involved, so this could take 20 minutes or so. Stir occasionally and add a splash of water if things start to look too thick.
  • Stir the seitan back in after about 10 minutes.
  • When the macaroni is tender, it’s ready! Tastes best if you let it sit for 10 minutes or so. Pro tip: tastes even better as leftovers.
  • Garnish with sliced scallions and serve.

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Friday, February 6th, 2026 02:00 pm

Before the 1850s travel by boat up the Amazon river, against the current, was nearly impossible, but with the arrival of steamboats new industries became possible. The most lucrative of these was the rubber trade, and from 1880-1912 the Amazon was flooded with adventurers looking to make their fortunes. 

Steamboats like the Ayapua were the lifeline of this boom. They functioned as cargo boats, passenger liners, naval vessels, hotels, brothels, and everything in between. The Ayapua itself was built in 1906 in Hamburg, Germany, for the express purpose of carrying up to $2,000,000 worth of rubber per load in today’s money from the Peruvian Amazon to Europe and the United States.

The Amazonian rubber boom, however, was doomed almost before it began. After the British managed to smuggle a load of rubber seeds to their Asian colonies the price of rubber plummeted. Reports of the brutal living conditions and wholesale slaughter of the indigenous rubber tappers also started to reach Europe and Lima, despite the propagandising of the Rubber Barons, and by 1912 most of the adventurers and speculators had fled Iquitos, leaving nothing but mansions, trauma, and steamboats.

Friday, February 6th, 2026 01:27 pm

Explore authentic 17th and 18th-century naval weapons.

Embark on an adventure like no other at this most nautical of museums, where authentic artifacts and multimedia exhibits combine to bring the history of crime on the high seas to life. 

Located in City Market, the museum speaks to Savannah’s rich maritime history, including the motley crew of marauders that once filled its ports. It’s also right below the Savannah Prohibition Museum, making it the perfect spot for history buffs to take in different periods of the city’s past in one day. 

Visitors can engage with interpretive panels and audio recordings that reveal the nitty gritty details of pirate life or peruse primary documents to discover the secrets of history’s most infamous voyages. Real weapons, treasures, and tools—including Spanish coins from the El Cazador shipwreck and five carats of emeralds from the Atocha—immerse you in the Golden Age of Piracy. The museum’s strikingly life-like wax figures also allow you to meet (or even strike a pose with) heroes and scoundrels alike.

An interactive map shows how pirate history has unfolded around the world; however, the museum places special focus on Savannah’s own pirate ties, including the exploits of Captain Caleb Davis, an infamous smuggler and privateer with Georgia ties. Women pirates such as Anne Bonny and Mary Read are also highlighted, dispelling the misconception that only men could find fortunes on the high seas. 

After brushing up on your history, you can drop anchor and grab a drink at the on-site Pirates Tavern. With its barrels of ale, wood-beamed ceilings, skulls, ropes, and more, it feels like entering into a real buccaneer’s bar—without the perils, thankfully. It even serves up time-tested pirate recipes, including “Hard Tack,” a rock-hard cracker just as salty as the sea.

The bartending ne’er-do-wells, Scarlett Redd and John Boy, sling up brews, wines, and themed cocktails like West Indian Rum Punch, and may even treat you to a traditional sea shanty or two. If the pirate’s life is for you, round off your visit with a toast, and pop into the gift store for your booty.