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Archives for May 2007
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I went to Jamba Juice today after work. Yes, I realize this does little to help my street cred. Anyway, while waiting for my “Mango-a-Go-Go” to be made–and I cannot describe to you what shame I felt in ordering this drink by its full and fully retarded name–I was introduced to the “wheatgrass shot.” A guy in front of me had ordered it.
Now let me give you a bit of background. I’m actually pretty open-minded about the whole “natural foods” bit. I’ll buy organic–if it isn’t 3x the price of the normal item (i.e. sold at Whole Foods). I tried soy milk for a couple of weeks. I can understand the vegetarian thing.
But wheatgrass? I don’t care what the health benefits are. I don’t care how good it makes you feel afterward. My friends, wheatgrass is grass. And a shot of wheatgrass, my friends, is a shot of grass. Yes, grass.
This is what I’d like you to do. Mow your lawn, or mow someone else’s lawn if you live in an apartment like me, and collect the fresh grass clippings after you’re done. Take them home and put the clippings in a blender. Add a bit of water. Blend. Pour the resulting brew through a strainer, and into a plastic shotglass normally used for hawking jello shots at McGee’s.
You have recreated the Jamba Juice wheatgrass shot.
I’m having a hard time conveying just how fucking ridiculous this is.
In order for me to have this shot o’ wheatgrass experience, the following conditions were met:
I swear to god it smells like a lawnmower. Modern American life has a new nadir. Have a good day.
I’ve noticed quite a few anniversaries and birthdays lately. Not sure what it is about May. Anyway, it made me think about how long I’ve been publishing this blog. It’s been over 6 years. And here’s the scarier part:
I’ve published this blog for nearly 25% of my life.
That’s strange, and a little scary, and a little depressing.
I’m back, and it was lovely. My friend Ian turned 30, and we went to Playas del Coco for a week to celebrate. I’m way too lazy to give a detailed account, so I suggest you just peruse the pictures–they turned out well. Ka Wai also took some good pictures (especially the classic of the group all mudded-up at Hotel Borinquen).
A few key points I have to pass along:
A video of the beach at Parque Nacional Santa Rosa. (This is near the famous Witch’s Rock.)
And again, the pictures.