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~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

I realized that I’d completely changed my algorithm on YouTube over the last two years, and it has been extremely helpful in exploring all kinds of topics. I’ll start a list, and update over time. I also want to show that I like recommendations that aren’t about money.

  • Making
    • Laura Kampf
      • Laura is a German carpenter and metal worker that not only does videos for adults, but is on German television doing maker programs for little kids. She just moved to LA. All her videos are fantastic, and I have learned so much.
    • Get Hands Dirty
      • Cris is a Portuguese maker who emphasizes DIY for organizing your home. She completely transforms small spaces, and it is a joy to watch. My favorite thing she’s built on the channel is a desk that incorporates room for her keyboard (electronic piano) with her computer desk.
    • MD Fish Tanks
      • I’ve always been interested in freshwater aquariums, and this is the best channel I’ve ever found for learning how to create fish tanks with live plants that maintain themselves.
    • Ants Canada
      • If you are so squeamish about ants that you’re terrified, don’t click on this link. However, if you’re only a little bit scared of ants, this might help you get over it. I have never seen a more creative person when it comes to designing vivariums. He creates entire environments specific to the ants he’s trying to keep, and they’re beautiful. He’s done everything from a volcano to a rainforest. Plus, his narrations are really fun. He’s definitely the David Attenborough of ants. I hope he knows I mean that as a compliment.
    • Tyler & Todd
      • A gay couple living in the wilds of Nova Scotia and building their own homestead. However, the channel has changed over time. That’s what they’re doing now. The channel started with being digital nomads and doing van life, then they settled in Nova Scotia to be near family during the pandemic. They’re great hosts.
    • Blacktail Studio
      • Cam is one of the funniest people on YouTube, and his channel is all about making furniture….. supposedly.
    • Chip Channel Restorations
      • Quite possibly the most detailed maker channel on YouTube, because there are so many different kinds of making involved with restoring old toy vehicles. There’s all kinds of wood and metal work, plus using a CNC machine to create wooden and metal parts that are no longer available. I found this channel looking for ASMR to put me to sleep, and it’s too fascinating for that. I cannot imagine how much he has spent on all these tools, but you cannot argue with the results. They’re impeccable.
    • Odd Tinkering
      • Another ASMR channel I really like that focuses on technology restorations, like the Nintendo Entertainment System. It’s amazing how new everything looks when it’s finished….. mostly due to baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and blacklights. It’s really interesting because he literally finds these things in the trash. I’m sure he has a very good business selling these items.
    • Bourbon Moth
      • Jason’s videos are the millennial version of “This Old House,” because he’s as lovable as Bob Villa and you just trust him implicitly. He’s also funny and snarky. I watch him often, because he’s genuine edutainment. He has this bit where he calls his son “the foreman,” and I think that cracks me up more than anything.
    • Foureyes Furniture
      • Chris is a talented artist when it comes to furniture design, and an excellent entry point for people who don’t know anything about woodworking. You just pick up terms as you watch because you want to watch him…. just like Jason on Bourbon Moth.
    • Jeff Geerling
      • Jeff is literally the glue that holds all of this together. If you use technology in your maker space, nine times out of 10 you’ll want a Raspberry Pi for its GPIO pins and extensive library of plugins, hats, sensors, etc.. Like, you don’t have to write a script to collect data from a sensor, someone has already done it. By evangelizing for Pi, he’s basically democratizing the maker space. You don’t have to pay for software, you only have to pay for hardware. And even the hardware isn’t expensive. You can buy Raspberry Pis as cheap as $25 that are perfectly capable of handling multiple sensors and sending logs. So, I enjoy the technical aspect of homesteading just because of Jeff Geerling, because so many homesteaders have already scripts for the kinds of things you would need to do for it.
    • The International Spy Museum
      • There’s no better way to make it where you can sleep or make it where you cannot, depending on the episode. 😛 So many ops are creative because it takes that kind of mind to take advantage of what most people don’t notice.
  • Creativity and Writing
    • Actors on Actors
      • Because I’m a writer, these days I like hearing people talk about creative things more than I like watching media itself. I love getting into the psychology of how characters are created, and these are the best of the best (it’s not a channel, it’s a section of Variety).
    • The Graham Norton Show
      • This is another show that’s more “Actors on Actors” than a traditional talk show because what Graham has discovered is that actors want to impress each other. They want to meet each other. So, put them on a couch together. It’s always a good mix of people and a great conversation.
    • 2020 Creative Writing Lectures at BYU
      • It’s an entire course posted online called “Intro to Science Fiction Writing,” taught by Brandon Sanderson. Sanderson took over for the guy who made him a millionaire.
  • Automotive Restoration/Repair
    • BigTime
      • Jobe and Jerry are vehicle enthusiasts who always have several projects going on. Right now they’ve got cars, motorcycles, and a big rig (presumably to haul the motorcycles…). They’re hysterical and pass on lots of information through humor.
    • PowerNation TV
      • Lots of restorations of old muscle cars. Comfort shows that are easy to fall asleep to because I know very little about cars- it’s just soothing to hear them talk.
    • The Detail Geek
      • Pure autistic bliss using the perfect ASMR- detailing a car.

There are so many more recommendations than I can think of off the top of my head, but at least I can show you what kind of information my head likes to receive.

(Seriously. Watch Chip Channel and be amazed.)

Let’s Pretend It’s Yesterday

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 6 Comments

What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

Pretending it is yesterday is important because there is no tomorrow. There is only today and making it through. Every year I think it’s going to be different, but it’s not. The anniversary of my mother’s death hits me like a freight train. I don’t forget my mother is dead anymore. I don’t have the three second heartbreak every morning. It doesn’t stop body memory from throwing me for a loop, though.

I think that’s because I didn’t cry at her funeral. I worked it.

I didn’t fall apart until after I’d come back to DC, because I don’t do public grief. Being in show mode cost me, but it was less expensive than what I would have felt if I’d wept openly. No one would have made fun of me or anything like that. Me not emoting isn’t based on other people. It’s based on how I feel about being vulnerable, because my personality seems to believe that empathy only flows one direction at church. I’ve never been a member of a church in my life. Not really. I’ve never turned off that preacher’s kid mentality where it’s not my turn to grieve, it’s the congregation’s. So, at church (regardless of denomination because I haven’t been UMC since 17) I am always in show mode.

After my mother died, I lasted a few weeks at church. I eventually went back, then noped out a second time. I won’t go back unless I’m a paid ringer in a choir, because I can catch sermons on YouTube (or preach them myself by putting manuscripts here). I can find a lot of things at church, but God is not it. Doesn’t make me less spiritual, or make my belief in Jesus’ message less pure. It’s that church, for so long, has only meant “work” to me. Thus, getting paid to be a section leader instead of being an actual parishioner. I’m great at church as a choir member or lay preacher. I’m am absolute shit at sitting there and just taking it all in. Just being a member does nothing for me, because I’m a preacher’s kid. I can’t turn it off. I am not there to serve. I am there to lead, because that’s what i know to do. I got an F in church member. Periodt. Pastoral care is for other people, those that can look at a church without seeing the sausage being made. That tape starts running the first Sunday I attend, because I’ll overhear someone on the vestry or whatever at coffee hour. I can case the joint in 15 minutes and tell you whether the church is healthy or not, because you don’t have to have a degree to know that. You have to have thousands and thousands of hours of observation.

I have them.

My dad said something to me after he left the church that’s always stuck with me, and why National Cathedral is my church now (via YouTube) and why it’s pretty much the only place I want to audition. He said that after he left the church, he just wanted to be anonymous. We ended up at St. Martin’s because they had like, I don’t know, 10,000 members or something? I don’t know what it is, but it’s a lot. Everyone from me to James Baker and George Bush (who I was not that excited to meet……….. as a president. Meeting the former director of CIA was amazing.) Speaking of which, that reminds me of something Zac said. Just replace “church” with “government.”

When I walk into a church, it feels like when Zac says, “I’m a middle aged white man who works for the government. I’m here to help.”

I fall over laughing because it’s funny, AND I’m 10 years older than him and finding out HE’s middle aged was quite a trip. but the point stands. I feel like that on the first Sunday I visit every church. It was so freeing when I stopped doing that.

So, to anyone who thinks I’m an idiot for preaching about Jesus while also not going to church, you and me? We are not the same. You love it because you don’t feel the pull between “this is amazing” and “been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.” I will never fit into a congregation until I can submit and give up an authority I don’t have. That authority was the nature/nurture that raised me, so I’m never going to get there, never ever in my five dollar life, so I made change.

Preacher’s kids come in two flavors. “This is everything I want out of life” and “fuck this shit.” The latter is for second children, and gets stronger the more kids you have. i think the pull to follow in your parents’ footsteps is based on how old your younger siblings are in comparison, because what I’ve noticed is that the longer you spend as the only support staff, the more you feel bound to it. If you don’t become a minister, you’ll marry one because it’s what you know. Do not ever in your five dollar life think I’m bullshitting you about having been support staff, because even if you’re a “fuck this” preacher’s kid, your congregation will still see you as an employee. They can’t help it. The preacher’s kids are divine somehow, way better than their kids.

Having known two of them my whole life, I’m going to go with “that’s a no from me, dawg.” Sending your kids to the preacher’s house because you think we’ll rub off on them is valid………. but what you see is what you get. You just weren’t looking for truth. You were looking at me through the filter of my dad’s platform. I promise that if I’d been a pastor, I would have been every bit as good as he was, because you learn everything by osmosis and then you get a degree you don’t need. Ministry could come through work experience alone. That’s because you’ll learn a shit ton of new things, but old habits die hard. What was modeled is how you’ll be.

The reason I would have been great and not just good is that my father’s forte was going into churches that had been fractured and making them whole, and you can see it clear as day. I am so glad that I did not grow up with a toxic mess of a pastor………. the one who broke the church before him, which has absolutely no bearing at all on my 20s and 30s. Eyeroll (seriously. Biggest one on record).

Pastors, let me scare you a little bit because you need to be aware. If you have the type child that can case the joint like I am, we can tell what kind of pastor you are. If you are a toxic mess, we know it. You cannot hide it. Handle your shit and get help. Do you think we know this because we’re so smart? Fuck, no. It’s because when you’re a train wreck, our behavior makes us political pawns. I know that and I never did anything that as out of the realm of normal teenage girl behavior and I was still in this shit if the finance committee decided to revolt.

They’re mad at you, but they don’t get mad at you. They treat us completely differently as if we can’t read them blind. Their energy has changed. Just because my dad wasn’t toxic doesn’t mean he didn’t walk into a wall of bullshit first.

My mom walked me through that with all the strength she had, so when she died, church didn’t look the same. I didn’t realize how much association there was in it. That when my mother left the church building, God left with her.

I find God through music. Bach is like praying twice. If I have a God moment in church, it’s going to reside in a chord. The ultimate God moment for me is Easter morning at a church like National Cathedral, where they go all out with pipe organ, brass quintet, and full choir. Welcome to my definition of the trinity. Trumpet players act like they’re God, so it’s a shorter leap than you think. 😉

Maybe I’ll use great works in my plans for tomorrow. Listening to music like that heals grief, the only thing I really need.

To close, here is the best Mommy and me moment I own, made for me by my father’s father:

Gurl Please

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What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

I am a cook. I don’t have a way to rank anything because in my world, when I say “apples to oranges,” I mean actual fruit. What I will say is that I have a very advanced palate, so it takes a lot to impress me. It doesn’t need to be fancy. I can tell a good cook from a bad one in one egg.

I was taught by the best, so I’m the best through transitive properties. But I’m the best at home. “No Fish on Mondays” is written from the first person perspective because I was living in a memory, not recalling it. However, I decided that the kitchen was too much for me physically- that I could have cerebral palsy or get my stripes in the kitchen, but I couldn’t do both and I figured that not being a chef was easier than curing CP.

That reminds me of a beautiful memory with my Supergrover, which I only bring up because I need it so bad. I figured out some more stuff that went into our demise that I could have told her, but I didn’t because I was trying to spare her feelings. As a result, I’m working through all of it on my own so that I don’t turn into a bitter queen. I don’t read “angry dyke.” I read “bitchy queen” all day. Anyway, the story is that another line cook sexually harassed me and she offered to kill him. I know enough to know it would have been with her bare hands. Honey badger don’t care. God, I feel the same way. I go apeshit inside when anyone crosses her. Believe me when I say she is a monster in the best sense of the word. It’s a good feeling when you’re the one holding the leash, and the ones closest to her often do. She’s not mean to us. She’s mean for us.

If you don’t have that friend, you don’t have a friend. Choose wisely.

And now back to our regularly scheduled program. It just feels better to write about all the things I love about her rather than sending negativity out into the world. I don’t even know if she’s reading and I don’t care. It’s not about her. It’s about healing me.

So, no way to rank but lots of standouts. I love everything, from cheap to expensive.

My favorite cheap thing is grocery store pizza, particularly the fancy kind with rising crust that actually smells like yeast. If you get your pizza delivered, you can’t enjoy the smell of it baking and it takes the same amount of time now that Domino’s drivers aren’t constantly tasked with delivery or death.

My favorite middle tier thing is pesto sauce. This is because you can buy pasta for a dollar a box and $15 pesto and all of the sudden you have a dish you could sell at a restaurant for more than that.

My favorite expensive thing is sushi, because even at the grocery store, sushi grade ahi is pricey. So is good wasabi. However, being able to “roll my own” has meant a lot to me in terms of education. I can make pretty good sushi-su (sp?), the rice with Kewpie and rice vinegar. I never roll it tight enough, but I don’t care. I could eat ahi and rice out of literally anything. I should learn the difference between Japanese and Hawaiian cooking because I could probably do a poke bowl with one hand tied behind my back…. but again, sushi grade ahi is just ridiculous in price most of the time, and even more expensive at a restaurant, where I’m always tempted to upgrade to yellowtail, soft shell crab, or salmon (seriously, there is no logic to the Philadelphia roll. WHY IS IT ADDICTIVE.)

The funniest conversation I’ve had in a sushi restaurant is that I told Dana that I wanted a Mexican roll (I don’t remember what was in it, probably fried jalapenos). She asked me if I could eat a whole Mexican, didn’t realize what she’d said, and then we both ended up nearly on the floor…… just shaking with laughter. The whites are so pretty next to the coloreds (that was the lights on the Christmas tree). Lord Jesus, help me I’m falling down the stairs I’m laughing so hard…. as if I was listening to the Eddie Murphy routine from whence the line appears.

When I talk about food, I talk about my ex-wife. It’s inevitable, because most of my adventure with food started at “Hi, I’m Dana.” We worked together for three years (I think?) and two restaurants. In the first, we basically ran our own kitchen because we were the only ones on shift. The second was at the Portland airport, and those restaurants don’t come to play. It wasn’t irritating locking up the knives at night, but it was hell trying to find parking at the airport and it took a long time to get from the parking into the building.

The coolest part of my cooking career was having the badge that let you walk directly up to the planes if you wanted. I could literally stand out on the tarmac and no one gave a shit. You cannot imagine how many times I imagined stowing away, but the issue with being on the tarmac is that you have NO idea where the planes are going. To some, that might be exciting. X means airports with international flights, so at PDX I could have ended up in Houston or Helsinki. Those are two very inconvenient cities to arrive with no luggage…. not that any city is, but not to know whether you need ski pants or sundresses isn’t that great.

Speaking of ski pants, I watch this YouTuber named Dave Cad that has ads for the most amazing Finnish clothing company. It’s kind of like REI and Uniqlo, and I’ll look it up if you’re interested in the comments. Anyway, Dave lives in Helsinki, but he was road tripping up to Kilpisjaarvi (sp?), which is so far up it was only three degrees Celsius in late June. It makes sense. Lapland is supposedly where Santa Claus lives, as well as the thrill of seeing Dave’s glass igloo. The glass igloo is so that you can ile in bed and watch the aurora borealis. OMG Bryn. That’s on our bucket list now, too. Note to self…. rent a car. Kilpisjaarvi is the most beautiful tiny little town I’ve ever seen. If I lived in Finland, that’s where I’d settle. I want hygge for the rest of my life (from Norwegian… the cosy feeling you get in the winter…. SO similar to Portland except not constantly raining. Snow is easier to me to deal with than rain, because it doesn’t hurt as much when it’s being pelted at you.

Plus, I’d like to start a garden. I’ve watched a couple videos on Finnish chefs because the palate is so much different than ours. I mean, just straight up BIZARRE. In every piece of footage, I am reminded of Anthony Bourdain in Iceland. It’s my favorite episode of No Reservations because he is the crankiest little bitch I’ve ever seen all the way through it. Comparable to Namibia, where he griped he hadn’t had anything without sand, fur, or shit in it for three days.

That part of the world has completely different plants. Vegan food would be off the chain when fruits and veg are in season. If I did have the strength to open a restaurant, Kilpisjaarvi would be excellent because it’s a tiny, tiny town and I could start out small. (I’m just gaming this out. I’m not crazy enough to do this by tomorrow). I think I’d close in the winter, at least part of the time, because I don’t think there would be enough business to survive on bread, cheese and meat until Spring. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe that’s what they eat. Just don’t drink with a Finn. Ever. You just don’t have it in you, and I don’t even know you.

I would be an excellent Finn, for the same reason that I’d rather spend time alone as much as they would. I may not have Finnish blood, but my personality is limited to one country. 😛 No DNA test needed.

Actually, I think Lindsay said we do have some Finnish blood, but it’s only like 3%, which is obviously enough to practically knight me there. Obviously.

Stating the obvious to an obscene amount, what would it be like to live in a country where they don’t hate women and lesbians?

That means I’d go check it out even if the food was terrible.