Gorilla Biscuits Night Out

I have been given an unusual Friday night to myself as Clees has gone to kick it one last time in the mosh pit. I told him not to wear his crocs and get stomped on. He was agonizing over wearing his eBay bought "Rise and Shine" chicken and egg shirt seen mostly on fifty year old moms. At last he decided he would wear his "Be the Reds" soccer fan shirt. There's no point in trying to be hardcore if you are the chicken man of Berkeley.

Heirloom Tomatos= Tomatos with Orifices

Those crevices are just too big to be considered mere bellybuttons. The beauties on the left are Black Krim a Russian variety. Despite the frankensutures, these fruits burst with that special Black Sea flavor. Plant kingdom is not the only place we relish such crinolous folds although Shar Pei's are not bred for the eating.

Poetry's a bit like beef jerky.

I found a tribute book of poetry to Frost on my last library round. I'm not too keen on his New England woods and rhymes, so I don't know why I bothered reading through a book full of lesser poets inspired by poems I don't even like. However I found this one gem by Susan Firer, "Mrs.Post''s 6th-Hour English Class" where her classmate Debbie confounds the class explaining why taking the road not taken has made all the difference:

"It's clear
if the speaker of the poem had traveled
the more traveled road, he would
have ended up at the milkman's. Since
he did not need milk that day.
he took the road less traveled."