BEWARE OF THE BLOB!

Beware of the blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of the blob

Can you believe that it was Burt Bacharach who brought us such wonderful songs like "Arthur's Theme", "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on my Head", "The Look of Love", "Blue on Blue", "What the World Needs Now is Love", and "What's New Pussycat?", who wrote the theme song for that great little B movie "The Blob"?

The way I feel right now, I'd take Steve McQueen with one hand behind my back (bet you didn't know he starred in the original "Blob" did you?). Just call me "Bob the Blob".

I'm in vacation mode. I really don't want to play anymore. I don't feel like doing a damn thing. I want to loaf.

In the next few weeks I'm going to be walking out of work for a week. I won't be sitting in a cubicle, in an airplane hanger that was once used by Boeing to create instruments of death. I won't have to listen to the childish interplay of those around me, and shake my head in wonder as people prove the "Peter Principle" on a daily basis.

What will I be doing? I'll be eating at Alissa Cohen's new restaurant Grezzo in North Boston, and Robert Reid's Organic Garden Cafe in Beverly, MA. We'll be wandering the streets of Salem, and checking out Laurie Cabot's Wiccan book store The Cat, The Crow, and The Crown.

So if I seem abnormally quiet over the next few weeks, its because I'm storing up for when we return. There will be pictures, and hopefully recipes too. There will be stories of wonderful dinners at two of the premier raw restaurants in New England.

Get ready to be jealous.