Smoothie Saturday makes a comeback! —Tropical Vacation

Tropical Vacation Smoothie

Flesh of one large mango

One kiwi

One orange

1/2 C frozen banana

Plus juice from 1–2 oranges

Maca Powder

A generous handful of greens


Vibrance of snow

Once in a while, a torrent of wind and rain rips through a remote corner of the world, shredding physical constructs and leaving a trail of uncharted and unjustified complaints in my mind. In the looming great shadow of bare survival, the fact that I complain about things like red lights and feeling tired in the morning brings a rush of shame to my cheeks.

So, I recently set out to catalogue my complaints, in an effort to oust my hot topics and “by opposing, end them.”

My complaint log failed, mostly because it turned out to be a more exhaustive project than I had anticipated. But evidently, my subconscience was hard at work, because no sooner had I abandoned the project than something uncharacteristically optimistic happened to me. I was driving home from the dentist—which usually entails a bevy of complaints and several puffy, novacane-faced, how-stupid-do-I-look-when-I-do-this expressions in the ol’ rearview—when I was struck by the sheen of glossy new snow covering the intersection. Oily puddles and bum litter had been transformed into textures of landscape, and all around me, things were beautiful and clean. One sheltered tree still blazed November-red, and I was caught unawares by the vibrance of snow under red eaves.

Suddenly, I was struck with such a Pollyannish  notion, I almost didn’t recognize myself: what if we didn’t have dentists?! Oh for the love of amalgamated mercury alloy, what would I do if we didn’t have dentists! All my teeth would have, by now, rotted and fallen out (or come out Castaway style).

I inherited some pretty bad teeth, and so my trips home from the dentist are usually characterized by comments about how genetics were a terrible idea and how I should just replace all my teeth with implants already. But no—this time, I had a disturbing peace about the whole affair. When the light at that intersection turned red, I was thankful for the chance to snap a picture of the snow-covered underpass, and now I keep it at the fore of my memory in case I feel like griping about something. I figure, the world is full of enough sadness, why compound it by failing to see the grace of good dentistry and the cold mercy of freshly fallen snow?

I go back to the dentist in a few days. Wish me luck.

Pistachio-green Omelette

(For one):

Beat one egg and set it aside.

Chop and stir fry about 3–4 asparagus stalks (depends how thick; I like them really thin, but you might only need one of those fat ones), one clove of garlic. Set this aside.

Chop a few spinach leaves and about 6–10 pistachio nuts and add them to the veggie mix.

Pour the egg in the hot, buttered pan and sprinkle your filling on. Fold that sucker over any way you happen to like to fold your omelettes and top it with a twist of sea salt. Top with 3–5 avocado wedges.

How the world views people in their 20s… fuzzy math

Through the eyes of people aged 11 and under:

20+     Grown-ups

Through the eyes of people aged 12-17

20+     Still-cool grown-ups

30+     Past the point of possibly being cool ever again

Through the eyes of people aged 18-25

20-23     Early twenties

24-27     Mid twenties

28-29     Late twenties

30+        Impossibly far away

Through the eyes of people aged 26-29

20-28     Early twenties

29          Late twenties

30          Might as well be dead

Through the eyes of people aged 30-31

30 is totally the new 20

Through the eyes of people aged 32-39

20-25     Practically teenagers

25-29     Sigh…

Through the eyes of people aged 40+

20-35     Those twenty-somethings