“Google Leonardo DiCaprio Rocket Boots”

Where’s my goddamn hoverboard? ~ “Cinecraft”

Google Leonardo DiCaprio Rocket Boots. ~ “m0nit0rman”

Now there’s a sentence that would’ve been tough to parse back in 1985. ~ “Battlecar Compactica”

Weirdest of all, “Rocket Boots” would’ve been th’easiëst part t’understand! ~ “Signor_Giuseppe”

(Comments from this AV Club article comparing Back to the Future stars then and now.)

Found Money

A man found $20,000 in a used book. What did folks in the comment thread find?

A flea in a hymn book when I was 7At the back [of an early reprint of Orlando], three pages of notes taken at a women’s book group meeting in London discussing the novel, its themes, language, etc.–in 1930…Infinite wisdom…In a copy of The White Hare by Lilian Bowes Lyon, a handwritten (fountain pen) poem on a sheet of paperIn a 1901 edition of Kipling’s Plain Tales From the Hills, Sir Stafford Cripps bookplate….$AU7 in a book on motor scooters about ten years after we’d gotten rid of one dollar notes…A Metro ticket, it wasn’t interesting at all.

(Found at The Guardian.)

Rise & Shine

Word With Friends tells me “arky” isn’t a word. Well, I’d like to know what it WAS that God told Noah to build. Lying Sunday School songs. 

~my brother’s Facebook status this A.M.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.”

A time to have fun tonight, a time to Wang Chung tonight.

A time for Hamlet and a time for Hobbits.

A time for truffles and a time for mac and cheese.

A time for Spanx and a time for sweats.

A time for bananas and a time for prunes (let the reader understand).

A time to keep that towel and a time to fling it off.

A time for [baseball ]and a–who cares about any other time?

A time to knit and a time to purl.

A time for Handel and a time for Tom Waits.

A time to think and a time to blurt.

A time for Party Rockin’ and a time for monks a-chantin’.

(Eleven comments left in response to Unvirtuous Abbey’s Oct 23 Facebook post.)

“essentially, a tumor”

An interesting observation: “pleonasm” can be spoonerized to “neoplasm”, which is a medical term for an extraneous growth of undesirable tissue (essentially, a tumor).  ~”Paul A Lee”

(A comment at Mental Floss.)

“God’s drifting in heaven / Devil’s in the mailbox”

Eleven years ago, September 11 became September 11.

Each year since then, the commemorations have taken place early during fall semester, and I’ve drawn attention to at least one poetic response to 9/11 for my Intro to Lit classes. Here’s a recording I made for one online group a couple of years ago, the lyrics in Bruce Springsteen’s song “You’re Missing”:

In our discussions, students posted thoughts that were both emotionally and poetically perceptive. A few examples:

I was thinking this is about God not being around while the crisis was happening, this house is empty, everything is there, but he is missing.  Then another part of the lyrics says, “Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls,” so maybe a husband/father died and the woman’s bed is empty without him and she is having to call the rest of the family.

When Springsteen says, “God’s drifting in heaven, and devil’s in the mail box,” I think maybe he is saying God’s at a loss, mourning, and the devil is there waiting for everyone to doubt in God.

In the midst of tragedy, people wonder if whatever they did in their life was deserving to lose a loved one, such pain and sorrow. The devil in the mailbox means that the hate and anger of losing someone is sweeping in along with the sorrow. It’s easy to fill with hate and question God when such a presence of evil has taken over.

Don’t forget that in the weeks after the attack on the Twin Towers, letters with anthrax were sent to news organizations and politicians. People were killed and sickened, and mail from strangers made us nervous back then even if we weren’t the kind of people being targeted. That mailbox is a really creative detail for Springsteen to include.  The song about a specific historical moment, full of specific details about a family and a home.  But he’s done it, including the devil and the mailbox, so that it could be about any family in a grievous, terrified situation. 

That’s a pretty remarkable talent, the way he writes for one moment and for all time at once.

Yes it is. Hear for yourself:

(My reading of Springsteen’s lyrics was originally posted at my old blog, A Poetry Feed.)

“Mary had a little lamb, small fries and splash of Coke.”

Mary had a little lamb, small fries and splash of coke.
And every day of her short life she ate and lost the hope-
of living life devoid of all the joys of heart disease.
Beef or lamb, it doesn’t matter. C’mon, McDonalds, please.


Yuck. That billboard is in desperate need of a comma. ~”Ann”

Or two. Oxford comma FTW. 😉 ~”turtlegirl784″

(Three comments left at 22 Words.)