Today Zach is masquerading as a cartographic hoodlum, playing "fast and loose with faith" we have in the diviners that describe the upcoming shapes of our knock-kneed days and voluptuous nights. He knows just as well as you or I (and better, undoubtedly, than Pili) that "Natural Born Lovers" technically has a Mercy St. mailing address, even though the degraded portico leading to the entrance door does wrap around from Nature Ave. To fudge the facts merely in order to promote a club from which he's received "patronage," shall we say, from the owner is skeezy but not unexpected.
I think it's obvious that the reference in today's passage is to the natural food store Oreganics on Nature, managed by Bjorn Lorvas (who, in full disclosure, I should say is a family friend and a wonderful all-around person), and located further down Nature Ave., across from the Mambo's drive-thru. Their in-store bakery is just to die for; I highly recommend the schnecken -- which are obviously the target of the enigmatic "mouth of mandibles" phrase, an interpretation for which I do commend Zach, despite his clear devotion to the tawdry and meretricious in the earlier part of his explanation.
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