Words


What an odd dig:

On the Web page is a recording of what she describes as her latest track, “What We Want,” a hip-hop-inflected rhythm-and-blues tune that asks, “Can you handle me, boy?” and uses some dated slang, calling someone her “boo.”

Dated?  In what circles?  She’s 22 and she’s a call girl.  That automatically makes her hipper than anyone writing for the NYT.  Do they track what terms are used in hip-hop songs, and extrapolate to make guesses about what’s used in the real world? 

“Oh snap!” caught on in the white mainstream, what, 2 years ago?  I remember it from 1983.  I’m still waiting on “chilly-wack.”

I like this fellow’s summary of Wikipedia’s appeal:

They were drawn because for a work of reference Wikipedia seemed unusually humble. It asked for help, and when it did, it used a particularly affecting word: “stub.” At the bottom of a short article about something, it would say, “This article about X is a stub. You can help Wikipedia by expanding it.” And you’d think: That poor sad stub: I will help. Not right now, because I’m writing a book, but someday, yes, I will try to help.

 Window Seat  

 John Wesley Harding

  I was brought on by my mother as her carry-on
  She had me in the toilet when the seat-belt sign was on
  I crawled up to the captain down the other end
  I hid under the seats, that’s where I played pretend
  And I ate the wild pretzel and the nuts that fell
  And the screech of brakes was all I knew for my school bell

And I know I’ve got the whole world at my feet
In my window seat

I learned to eat the sweet, I learned to swallow hard
I learned to ease the pressure with free playing cards
Spent my teenage setting off all the smoke alarms
Then running down the alley saying “please stay calm”
Met the girl in 7B, we tried to settle down
But we couldn’t reach the aisle before we hit the ground

And I know I’ve got the whole world at my feet
In my window seat

And now the sisters of the sky think I’m deaf and dumb
As I wait around for upgrades that will never come
But I know that we will one day sit on his right hand
Be his automatic pilot when this plane must land

And the stewardess of Babylon will spread her arms
And show us all a thing or two about her charms
We’ll be tempted by the devil with the magic wand
He’ll make us stand with arms outstretched then wave us on
Into the great beyond (our boarding passes gone)

And I know I’ve got the whole world at my feet
In my window seat

John Wesley Harding