No, this is not the recipe for an exotic (and very large) magical potion or a reference to a new play called the Merchant of Ft. Lauderdale. I am referring to two entirely unrelated random events that occurred today.
First, I heard on the breaking news section of NPR’s All Things Considered that there was a ship collision reported today involving a tanker carrying orange juice. “Huh?” my brain said. I immediately began pondering the environmental disaster scenarios involving a giant orange juice spill a la Exxon Valdez. I’m sure that would be a pretty rough pH change for the local sea creatures, but I can’t imagine it would be terribly catastrophic over the long term. In case you’re curious, ShipTechnology.com (yes there is such a site) has a nice description of the Carlos Fischer, a tanker capable of carrying 37,000t* of orange juice.
Second, today was Red Cross Bloodmobile day at work so I donated my pint of A+ as usual. However, as a publicity promotion, Dunkin Donuts is giving ever donor a coupon for a pound of Dunkin Donuts coffee. As is explained by the old English expression “A pint’s a pound the world around” a pint of water (or essentially, blood) weighs about a pound**. So in one sense this is a pretty fair trade. Of course, several of you readers probably consider coffee more precious than blood, but I don’t generally drink it. It also occurred to me that this is sort-of a reverse divine transformation (apologies to the Roman Catholics in the audience) that my blood, freely given, is transformed into an equivalent quantity of an addictive drink. Or something like that.


