Sometimes you want a little snack with your drink.
1/4 Cup pineapple
1 Shot Vodka
Chop up your pineapple until it’s the size you want for biting. You can also freeze it or use frozen pineapple to ice the drink, or blend the fruit with a little water if you want more pineapple flavor and a slushy texture. Add your preferred pineapple format to the glass, pour vodka over, top with Cream Soda to taste and give it a little stir.
Now turn your heater all the way up, and go find your sunglasses. Ah. Hawaii in January.
I’m making 100 cocktails as part of my Life List. Here are a few of the others:
The New Year. She is upon us.
Twenty fourteen, we meet you with glasses raised, and shoulders squared. Resolved:
Eat more snacks.
You want to have 15 meals a day, but still support your weight on your own feeble ankles? Snacks! You want to consume something that has a jingle you can hum while you eat it? Snacks! You want food that can be lifted to your mouth using only your tongue? Snacks!
This year, I shall eat tiny things by the thousands using only my fingers. Fun size, 2014.
Make cool stuff.
A little while ago, this thing didn’t exist, but then you made it. So now it does. Because you are a sorcerer, and triumph is your currency.
This year, I will start dozens of things, and then I will finish them. Projects, 2014.
Art by Jorge Aijon.
Man. Making out, right? Someone should tell the youth. Kissy face, 2014.
Dress real cute.
Sometimes you’re having a crap day. You wake up feeling akimbo, and you spill something, right before you break something, and over breakfast you ponder whether you are an imposter in your own life. But then! You put on a tweed skirt, and you are quite careful with your lipstick, and you lace up some charming ankle boots, tie the bows just so, and everything is a little easier.
Cute clothes make me feel cozy, and tidy, and fit for bookstore browsing. Dress for the job you want. Girl armor, 2014.
That’s how my year is shaping up. Do you have any fun resolutions? Tell.
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Hank and I made Homeless Survival Kits as part of a Life List goal to do a holiday project together. It surprised me by becoming an easy way for Hank to ask me questions, so I wrote about that over here: Talking to My Kid About Homelessness Without Giving Him Nightmares. This is something that has come up a lot in San Francisco, where we have a lot of folks on the streets.
We do give money to our local food bank, but I’d like to have something on me to offer when people ask for help, so Hank doesn’t get the message that you can be indifferent to people in trouble. I did a little research on what to put in our kits, and we ended up using:
Gallon-sized, rainproof ziplock bags
Folding travel toothbrushes
Kind bars (softer to chew than granola)
More items to consider:
Cheese or peanut butter crackers
Vienna sausages with pull off lids
Plastic forks and spoons
Additional ziplock bags to keep belongings dry
There’s a good thread on Meta-Filter that has a lot of suggestions in comments. You can drop your kits off at a local shelter, or give them out individually.
Also, some nice things to consider generally:
Softer food is easier for people to chew if their teeth are hurting. Homeless people don’t have access to dentists or often any way to keep their teeth in shape, so consider that when you’re choosing food.
Hydration can be a big problem when you don’t have a house. If you’re offering food, try to offer a drink as well.
Take your leftovers, and request plastic silverware. If you live in a big city, never turn down your leftovers when you can hand them to someone within a few feet of the door, or leave them on top of the nearest bench or post box for someone to find. I told a waiter I was leaving the rest of my dinner out, and he taped silverware and a napkin to the top. Genius! So now I request one if the place seems to offer takeout. Also, I like to write the date and time on the box if I have a pen.
If you have any simple habits you’ve adopted to help out the homeless people in your community, or any advice to offer if you’ve been homeless yourself, please let us know in comments. And Happy Holidays, team!
Pip Lincolne is an Aussie writer and artist who blogs at Meet Me at Mike’s. I got to meet her as part of my Go Australia trip. I asked Claire Robertson of Loobylu, “Who should I meet up with, now that you’re not in Australia anymore?” And she suggested Pip.
PIP LINCOLNE is beloved because:
• She’s intentional. Pip engages in little self-tuning projects. While I was there, she was working on being kinder to her body, and considerate of how her actions affected people in her family or online community.
• She’s curious. This is such a big deal to me in a person. Pip is always learning about this or that, and sharing what she hears.
• She has a sweetness about her. Her Softies for Mirabel project delivers handmade toys to kids in need. And the project feels like an extension of her — a person who likes to make things and give little gifts.
From Meet Me at Mike’s:
“I like it that having a blog or reading blogs reminds you that life can change all the time. That you can be interested and inspired by different things on different days. That the search for things that excite or inform or impress or motivate you can be undertaken on a regular basis. That looking for things that pique your interest is a perfectly valuable thing to do. That today’s view doesn’t have to be tomorrow’s.” Read More
We had a fancy dinner together as part of my trip, and she made me feel lucky to still be making friends as a grownup.
Wherein I refrain from vomiting into my handbag. Because I am a pro.
Lunch with a view of the Sydney Opera House is some James Bond shit, you guys.
Our Lunch at Quay on Go Mighty
Attend Australia’s Melbourne Cup horse race in a hat by an Aussie designer? Check.
Tourism Australia asked me to choose six Life List goals to accomplish while we were there for Go Mighty’s Go Australia trips, and they suggested I attend the Melbourne Cup. I was told it was like the Kentucky Derby writ large.
That was an understatement. Imagine the Super Bowl falling on the Fourth of July, but everyone is dressed for church on Easter Sunday, and drinking like it’s St. Patrick’s Day. In other words, it’s a hell of a time.