A lot of times, when browsing the web, I find polls.
The vary greatly (What do you think of the new budget plan? to Do you feel prepared for the next natural disaster? to Who wore it better--Pippa or Lindsay?) but they all inspire the same sort of fear.
I can't even answer that question. What kind of natural disaster? I want to say Pippa but that's a kind of ugly dress. . . . What did other people think? I can fit two responses. I don't have an opinion but I want to see the results.
So I choose one result, which is usually pretty close to what I THINK I think but once I see the other answers my opinion immediately changes. Then I freak out and imagine inconsequential events that could stem from this. What if everyone else has this problem and all the data we have in world is wrong? What if all the decisions people make based on online polls are falsely supported?
. . . and that is how you make an online poll into (possibly) the end of the world. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Shredded Apple. . . or not. . . .
After all this ado about breakfast, I decided to try something I had been wondering about for a while: an apple smoothie.
This was about five minutes ago. I recall it vividly.
I was really excited. I peeled the apple and cut it up with three different knives. I put it in the blender and excitedly flipped the switch.
Mysteriously, nothing much happened. I remembered an earlier blenderizing experience where a bit of liquid had been the trick. So I added some orange juice.
After a series of me flipping the switch, nothing happening, and scraping down the sides, I realized something:
I was making applesauce.
I added some lemon juice and cinnamon and a touch of sugar and poured it into a bowl. I have to eat it now. It's not delicious, but it's pretty good.
What I really want is shredded apple. When inspiration next strikes, I am shredding an apple for all its worth and seeing if it is drinkable.
It must be interesting to not have the constant urge to make yummy breakfasts.
This was about five minutes ago. I recall it vividly.
I was really excited. I peeled the apple and cut it up with three different knives. I put it in the blender and excitedly flipped the switch.
Mysteriously, nothing much happened. I remembered an earlier blenderizing experience where a bit of liquid had been the trick. So I added some orange juice.
After a series of me flipping the switch, nothing happening, and scraping down the sides, I realized something:
I was making applesauce.
I added some lemon juice and cinnamon and a touch of sugar and poured it into a bowl. I have to eat it now. It's not delicious, but it's pretty good.
What I really want is shredded apple. When inspiration next strikes, I am shredding an apple for all its worth and seeing if it is drinkable.
It must be interesting to not have the constant urge to make yummy breakfasts.
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