Sunday, July 03, 2011

Green smoothies and grammar

Welp, I didn't really want to be awake at 5:00 this morning, but here I am.  I'm not sure if it's due to getting up yesterday at 3:30 AM to go run (probably) or my legs being a little restless from the sixteen miles (definitely) or my having a weird dream about shoe shopping (yup) or my waking up in a pool of my own sweat for no good reason at all (fer sure).  WTFeez?

Oh well.  Might as well get up and enjoy the best part of the day.  Today there's a bonus round--the morning is going to stretch on endlessly without anyone asking me to get them some cereal.  The monkeys are at their Meem and Pop's for two nights.  I'm going to write, read, watch some WWHL and then read some more.  Sounds great, right?

Yesterday right after my run I was starving, but then I couldn't seem to make myself want to eat a lot for the rest of the day.  I'm trying to start today off with some of my normal eats (well, drinks, I guess) to get back on track.  I present to you: coffee and a green smoothie.

In my green smoothie today:

1 cup soymilk
2 cups-ish raw spinach
1/2 tbsp almond butter
1/2 frozen banana
1 small handful frozen blueberries
5 frozen cherries

Yum.  I am not sure what kind of good it does me to drink a green smoothie all the time, but it's one of my favorite things in the whole world--it tastes good and it's actually one of the easier things for me to digest early in the morning since there's no wheat or dairy in it (or cheeseburgers).  Consuming that many things that grow in the ground has to be a good way to start my day, too.

I know you don't believe me, but you can't taste the spinach.  You can't taste the green.  I promise.  Not one hint of spring in that thing.

So anyway, speaking of grammar... (were we not?)

E called me from work the other day after I posted a few poems to tell me I spelled a word incorrectly.
E: Hey, um, your haiku about Hurley in those Four Haiku?
Me: Yeah.
E: Dude, you spelled loath wrong in the last poem.  "He's loth to eat them."
Me:  No I didn't. It's a word.  It means the same thing as l-o-a-t-h.  Just another way to spell it.  Loth and loath are both when you are unwilling to do something.  Loth is older.
E: Are you sure?  I don't think it's a word.
Me: Yeah.  But there's no e, that's loathe and it's different.  Well, related.  But it's a different thing.
E: (Looking up loth).  Oh.  Huh.  Okay.
Score one for me.  I make all kinds of mistakes in my writing because I'm either in a hurry or clueless about the conventions of the English language, so I was glad to get a vocabulary question.  Ding!  And there you go, world.  Loth/loath (and loathe, which is different).  If I'm being completely honest sometimes I just don't want an a, especially in a poem when I'm making choices about diction.  Nerd alert!

And speaking of nerd alerts, this is only going to light up about *counts on fingers* three other people in my life, but E forwarded me this post on the serial comma from NPR the other day.  Attorneys at his office were sending it around.  I always think in the serial comma; that's how I remember learning to write lists.  I still write that way but I started deleting the final comma after I read an article a year or so ago that said that English teachers are the only people hanging on to this outdated stylistic choice.  No sir.  Hanging on to this outdated stylistic choice are: English teachers, attorneys, and NPR bloggers.  Win.

1 comment:

  1. I love the serial comma. I proofread all the letters that go out in my division and I am always adding it in to their writing. Looks so much neater to me for some reason.