Now Hiring Editors: The United Sates Treasury Department

Best thing about getting my federal tax return this year?  Learning, via the back of the envelope, about the availability of “United Sates” $1 coins.  This fine currency is part of the new, limited-edition Great Puns of America Series (satisfaction guaranteed).

I Know What Those So-Called “Early Adopters” Are Really Doing With Their Sidekicks

On the train back to Queens tonight, I found a seat next to a young man thoroughly engrossed in entering text into his RAZR.  When I stealthily glanced over at the text message he was composing, I saw that it was not actually a message… it was a few lines of awful slam poetry (or, worse, hipster rap).  God, it was bad.  I wish I remembered one of the rhymes.  What’s more troubling to me, however, is that this isn’t the first time I’ve seen people in the 18-24 set composing (abysmally bad) lyrics/poems on their cell phone on the subway.  If this is what the next generation has to offer, the future of hip-hop and poetry is dim indeed.