On one of those nights when you’re tired and want something kind of light, it helps to have a few simple ingredients in the fridge and pantry. First, cook up some packaged fresh tortellini in boiling water in a medium saucepan. Drain, quickly run cool water over it and transfer to a glass serving bowl. Heat about 1/4 to 1/3 cup of extra virgin olive oil in a nonstick frying pan on over a high flame. When it’s good and hot, add 2-3 sections of sliced garlic, 2 tablespoons of capers, and a can of drained, pitted California olives. Stir rapidly and allow all to get warm, for about a minute or two. Add sea salt to taste as you’re stirring. The idea is just to warm the ingredients enough to where the flavors are released and blended–don’t allow anything to burn or get crispy. During the last several seconds, add sliced baby tomatoes. Pour the heated mixture over the tortellini.
Serve warm with steamed asparagus. Yum.
This can be paired with a delectable salad made of fresh baby lettuce, pear tomatoes, sliced Persian cucumbers, and blueberries (I found all of thes ingredients at Trader Joe’s.). This salad is so good, it doesn’t need dressing. Or, you can add a scant tablespoon of your favorite vinaigrette. A tangy variation is to add tangerine slices to the mix. In addition to being delicious, these dishes are very nutritious and low in fat. Again, yum.
a beautiful necessity
to cross to the beyond:
this span between the man-concocted village and the pond.
(The What, the Why, and the How of Good Writing)
A few days ago I posted a poem entitled “outdoor backstroke” on my blog “From Under the Pages.” For some reason, my blog readership the following two days shot up to almost 300 percent the previous weekly average. I got a “spike in stats” notice from WordPress: my hourly views had reached 50 times the previous average. I kept getting those lovely little orange “like” stars and “follower” symbols on my dashboard. I drank it up. “People really like my writing!” I told myself. It really felt good.
I derived an unexpected feeling of gratification, even pleasure, from this sudden surge of approval. It compelled me to check my dashboard every few minutes to see who else was following, and how many more likes I had gotten. And in the midst of it, I noticed how dependent I seemed to be getting on those little orange stars and plus signs. They signaled approbation, encouragement, even… love? They satisfied some inner desire, some overlooked need, some obscured, ravenous, approval-mongering id.
I even felt the temptation to try to replicate my newfound success by giving my readers more of what they liked–just so I could get more cascading stars and plus signs.
Continue reading “Addicted to Adulation?”
Watch this video. Does Congress have any idea what it’s approving? One wonders whether this is an H.G. Wells-type mass hysteria ploy (War of the Worlds), an Orson Scott Card novel (Ender’s Game), or simply a grab for unbridled military spending and authority. (Note that the terms “terrorist” and “other-worldly” are used interchangeably in the video.) What do you think?
I wrote this poem on March 11, 2011, the day of the terrible tsunami in Japan that damaged the Daichi nuclear facility in Fukushima. Despite what we are not hearing in the media, the plant is now spewing out much more deadly radiation into the Pacific Ocean than at the time of the accident. We are all connected by the oceans. This is a global disaster, and a legacy that we are all living right now.
The water doesn’t know
why it has been beckoned to swell and rise,
rear up high and crash, carrying destruction in its surge,
destitution in its wake.
The uranium atoms don’t know
why they have been pressured unbearably
to split and heat and vaporize the water,
yet they split; they have no choice.
The people don’t know
why the magma of the earth sighs, groans, and shakes as if in troubled sleep
to beckon and push
Nor do the people know,
in their newfound respect for the magma and the water,
why they were once so sure that they did know
how to tame an atom
that they made wild.
The people on the other side of the ocean don’t know
that the atoms, bleeding radiation, are even now crossing the water
to visit their shores, their rivers, their drinking glasses.
“ The World Health Organization stated that a 2013 thyroid ultrasound screening programme … found that more than a third (36%) of children in the [Fukushima] Prefecture have abnormal growths in their thyroid glands …”
(Wikipedia: Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster)
Highly Radioactive Water Inside and Outside Fukushima Nuclear Reactor No 3
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