Some articles on ribs, rib:

Cactaceae - Morphology - Stems
... The prominence of these ribs depends on how much water the stem is storing when full (up to 90% of the mass of a cactus may be water), the ribs may be almost invisible on ...
Spare Ribs
... Spare ribs (also called spareribs) are a variety of pork ribs and beef ribs, cooked and eaten in various cuisines around the world ... They are the most inexpensive cut of pork and beef ribs ...
List Of Burger King Products - Other - Summer 2010 Ribs LTO
... Louis style pork ribs to its summer-time menu ... The ribs, 3" long, bone-in ribs, sold for about $8 order and were extremely successful ... the new flexible batch broilers were able to be cook the ribs in a relatively short period ...
List Of Muscles Of The Human Body/version 2 - Muscles of Torso - Chest
... Muscle Origin Insertion Artery Nerve Action Antagonist intercostales ribs 1-11 ribs 2-12 intercostal arteries intercostal nerves Muscle Origin Insertion Artery Nerve Action Antagonist external intercostal ...
Calliostoma Bairdii - Description
... eight to ten conspicuous, raised, nodulous revolving ribs, of which three or four are much smaller and alternate with the larger ones ... The strongest rib is just below the suture ... The four principal ribs are continued on the upper whorls, but the intermediate ones gradually disappear on the middle whorls ...

Famous quotes containing the word ribs:

    They were masculine toys. They were tall wishes. They were the ribs of the modern world.
    Rita Dove (b. 1952)

    Grammar is a tricky, inconsistent thing. Being the backbone of speech and writing, it should, we think, be eminently logical, make perfect sense, like the human skeleton. But, of course, the skeleton is arbitrary, too. Why twelve pairs of ribs rather than eleven or thirteen? Why thirty-two teeth? It has something to do with evolution and functionalism—but only sometimes, not always. So there are aspects of grammar that make good, logical sense, and others that do not.
    John Simon (b. 1925)

    That devilish Iron Horse, whose ear-rending neigh is heard throughout the town, has muddied the Boiling Spring with his foot, and he it is that has browsed off all the woods on Walden shore, that Trojan horse, with a thousand men in his belly, introduced by mercenary Greeks! Where is the country’s champion, the Moore of Moore Hall, to meet him at the Deep Cut and thrust an avenging lance between the ribs of the bloated pest?
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)