The revolution demands: Rise up. And desks heed the call. Enough of sitting idle, standing still, holding steady at 29 1/2 inches above the carpeting. Now: They rise.

Bananas are berries. This dire news comes direct from the internet, at the far end of a night of berry-soaked revelry.

Our farmer girl leaves early and comes home dirty. She brings back the spare clump of radishes, the stray gourd, and bulging bags of mustard greens.

Ice is genius. The cube is genius. The ice cube is genius times two to the third. No doubt a large number. And yet, the ice enthusiast maintains aspirations.

"Adulting" can be pronounced two ways: dripping with sarcasm or bristling with scorn. After all, adult is best unadulterated. Either you can hoist a credit score, fix a flat and fold a fitted sheet, or you're not.

Remember Twin Peaks? Remember how the surreal murder mystery was populated with surreal characters: the woman who lugged a log, the dwarf dressed in red, the special agent who tape recorded every move and bite? Me neither.

Semifreddo means semi-frozen. In a good way.

Sous vide, in the grip of an online translator, comes out “under empty.”

The deep dive promises sunken treasure, brilliant coral and the odd octopus. Sights we're keen to see.

The early bird, in search of worm, plans ahead: clean socks, full agenda, and a bag stocked with basics — computer, car key, cellphone.

College kids dash out at all hours to Insomnia Cookies for chocolate chunk or oatmeal raisin. What happened to work ethic?