Editorial from The Machine Issue

“Home-wrecker!” I screamed, and launched myself at the blender, pounding it with my fists, mango and tangerine specks flying. The blender took every punch— like Ali against Foreman, waiting on the ropes for the chance to strike.

“Ben! What are you doing?” my girlfriend shouted. Finally I stopped, whacking the blender one last time for good measure. “You oaf,” she said. “I was making you a smoothie.”

I looked up at her sheepishly. Orange fruit caked my face. I licked my lips and pondered for a moment.

“Needs a little raspberry,” I said.

—B. Orlin, ’09