Every six minutes another word is dropped from the lexicon. Who says there’s no use anymore for woolfell, the skin of a sheep still attached to the fleece?And when did we stop calling tomatoes love apples? I need somewhere in the world for there still to bea fishwife who understands the economy of flesh grown …
Researchers have found that beetles of this species use the bright glow from the Milky Wayto navigate during night-time operations.—Wikipedia It’s not as bad as one might think,rolling your little dung ball around the park on a moonless night—a jobonly you can do because nobody else knows how to make a perfect sphereof the shit …
I should be home making salad.Instead we’re walking through a parking lot the size of Rhode Island, bathed in the glow of a hundred and one streetlamps.Then we’re standing in a line of Americans waiting to pay a buck-fifty for an all-beef dogthat sticks out each end of the bun in a kind of rueful …