Avocado Juice (Part II)

O.K. for anyone who wants the recipe...first let me say that it's more trial and error than anything else. But, the basic configuration goes something like this:

1 perfectly ripe to slightly overripe avocado
evaporated milk (about 1/8 cup)
coconut milk (a splash)
ice ('til the blender is about 3/4 full)

If you like things sweet, add a tsp of sugar (however the evaporated milk should do the trick)

Now, make one and enjoy - I promise you won't get it right the first couple of times, but you WILL be addicted!

Kristin + Strings = Bliss

When is the last time you went to a show and saw short films of contortionists projected to a live husband/wife string duo soundtrack? The McCarricks. Hmmmmmm...

Good kick-off!

And, Kristin herself in fine form performing the new record, as well as some old faves with new pinned back blonde curls and a husky scream that was thisclose to punkrock. Unfortunately, the show spoiled me for seeing an acoustic set anytime in the near future...the highlight of the show being a full band rendition of 'your dirty answer', if I were Billy, I woulda been slightly scared...

Programmable Soda

Rainy, warm day of April...M, so happy to see you and have coffee and play you new Tori tracks and admire your cute outfit.

Off to see Kristin Hersh with strings and looking forward.

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

The joys of being back in New York...

Walking to the Farmer's Market with a double stroller, eighty pounds worth of sleeping boys; feeling the chilly April air and mist against my skin; wondering if the tulip trees will make it through the way too late in the season Nor'Easter; meeting friends at a moment's notice; catching up on thousands of pages of New Yorker articles; groaning over the events I missed while browsing said New Yorker pages; trekking out to BAM for Matthew Bourne; watching Jack run down the soccor field and back and forth and back and forth...

So glad to be home - so glad, in fact, that I haven't had a thing to write. Well, I have had a thing - but, I'm verbalizing everything to anyone who'll listen mostly because for a full month I was in self-imposed holding it all in mode!

No more trips anytime soon!

I've taken a vow - as I was innocently asked last night upon saying 'goodbye' to J, "But you're not going off to any distant lands this time, right?"

No distant lands.

What more is there to say....

This was designed by the Communist Gaudi. A female who thrived under Stalin and was a key political opponent to democratization in Vietnam. No joke.

HOME!

OK...I admit, somewhere along the line I dropped the ball with the posts. Perhaps it was in Hanoi, snatched by the Vietnamese Annie Hall in a terrifically awful jazz club hidden behind some junk shops and an erstwhile Italian pizzeria (?). Exactly.

Flew back to New York only to promptly get into a taxi accident on the onramp to the Van Wyck Expressway - a bang-up welcome home that left me tired, luggage laden and bewildered highway-side. But.

All worth it, for this moment of sitting at my very own desk getting ready to go to my very own yoga class in my very own April-sunny-chilly city.

Thanks to all of you who saw me through, wrote me notes and otherwise bolstered the confidence of this far-flung girl.