“The Common Good Awards 2025 are to businesses that “inspire philanthropy … by encouraging staff to go into the community to help people in need.” —Rhode Island Monthly
If your company is steering, Then there’s ample room for doubt That you’re truly volunteering— What’s the cost of opting out?
“Carbon atoms in our bodies travelled galaxies before returning on cosmic ‘conveyor belt’” —Manchester Evening News
Not only are we “star stuff” but We’re mass-produced, like cars! No wonder we find every rut, And each new speed bump jars. We’re quarried, sorted, sifted fine. “Conveyor belts” come next; We’re then assembled on the line. Born instantly perplexed, We roll down on the avenue, Run into scrapes and jams, And get recycled, when we’re through, As future models’ prams. From Henry Fords to Adam Smiths To Ra hand-crafting pharaohs, Our atoms circulate like myths And rocket like Pierce-Arrows.
“Dark Energy May Not Exist. … The truth could be much stranger— bubbles of space where time passes at drastically different rates. … ‘Dark energy is a misidentification […],’ says [physicist] David Wiltshire.” —Science Alert
Abracadabraca, famous dark energy might not exist? It’s a cryptic remark,
leaving the rest of us non-astrophysicists semi-ironically still in the dark.
“[Swedish] men are sadder when their wives earn more, study finds” —The Times
It’s just sickening to see That my wife earns more than me, How it makes me feel inadequate and small. To a modern macho male It’s a monumental fail, When a guy brings home less bacon than his doll.
Size does matter, that’s a fact. I deplore her lack of tact, As she shamelessly ascends the greasy pole. Can’t she see how I’m depressed That she wants to be the best? It’s distressing that she doesn’t know her role.
As I waste away my days, With no prospect of a raise, I reflect on the unfairnesses of life. In the whole of Scandinavia, Ain’t nobody gonna save ya From the sorrows of a high-achieving wife.
“Michelin-starred sushi restaurateurs the Onodera Group said they had paid 207 million yen on Sunday for [a 608 pound] bluefin tuna, roughly the size and weight of a motorbike.” —The Guardian
“A woman with no man,” we said, “is like … ” The motto seemed forgotten, but this year (Allowing for the upgrade of the bike) We’ve half of the ingredients right here.
“‘Santa Claus’ sarcophagus believed to be discovered during excavation project… The discovery was made at St. Nicholas Church in the Demre district of Antalya, Turkey, as part of an excavation initiated by Turkey’s Ministry of Culture and Tourism. The sarcophagus was found in the church’s two-story annex, which is believed to be the original burial site of Saint Nicholas, a bishop who lived in the ancient city of Myra during the fourth century.” —Fox News
’Twas the week before Christmas, and all round the tomb Stood cameras, ready for watchers on Zoom: An expert has pinpointed (pause for applause!) The last-known address of the Saint known as “Claus.” ’Tis he, who dropped dowries through chimneys, and froze False Arians out with profound Ho, Ho, Ho!s, Stopped famine, showed Nicaea’s Council the way, And dodged Diocletian with reindeer and sleigh. How splendid an Advent adventure to find The grave of this bishop, the best of his kind! And the tourism agencies own with a cheer That Christmas has come one week early this year.
“A Bagel Shop Closed, and the Upper West Side Is Absolutely Losing It” —The New York Times
Burning planet on the brink, Millions lacking food and drink, Flood and fire and endless war— Lots to be alarmed here for. Still, what leaves us screaming twice is Called by some a First World crisis: Can’t acquire and can’t finagle Absolute, the New York bagel.
Donut? Muffin? Let’s be clear: Nothing else is worth a schmear. Upper West Side, represent— Time to voice our discontent, Draw a line now in the sand, man: This aggression will not stand, man! Angry, surely—got to shout it. Sara Lee? Fugeddaboudit!
“Feeling at home? New app lets US homebuyers see neighbors’ politics” —The Guardian
The couple to our left is to our Right, And now we barely sleep a wink at night. We wonder: are they equally bereft To learn we’re on their right but on their Left?
“Intermittent fasting ‘can make your hair shorter and thinner'” —The Times
In my efforts to get slim, I have found that fasting’s grim, And its side-effects have left me quite appalled. Though I may have shrunk in size, I am speechless with surprise, And cannot believe my eyes—I’m going bald!
I’m follicularly screwed! Pardon me for being rude, But I can’t describe my overwhelming sorrow. It’s so true, as has been said: Choose to spurn your daily bread, And you’ll find that hair today is gone tomorrow.
“A few years ago…, locals fishing Georgia’s Bashplemi Lake in the municipality of Dmanisi came across… a small stone tablet inscribed with dozens of mysterious symbols. Now a team of archaeologists from across Georgia has confirmed the impressions represent samples of a [Bronze Age] script that has never been documented … Roughly the size of an iPad, the basalt tablet features just 39 different characters in 60 inscriptions written left to right across seven lines. … Who crafted the symbols, or why, is open to speculation.” —Science Alert
The tablet of Bashplemi Lake Is declared by the experts no fake, But they cannot yet tell If its content’s a spell Or directions for making a cake.
Or perhaps it’s what comes by default If you press, accidentally, ALT: ═ ╠ ʘ ╪ ╒ ╦ ╟ ╧ ⸨ ↂ ╬ ╩ (To be taken with pinches of Ө).
“A woman’s self-incriminating diary entry helped police arrest her on auto theft charges.” —MSN
As personal diary, I can provide A judgement-free space in which you can confide Embarrassing incidents making you blush, Your troubles in art class, or blossoming crush.
And while you are musing, be sure to report Your major pursuits of the criminal sort, With all of the details you’re able to share, Including the names of the friends who were there.
“Could mouse sperm orbiting Earth be the future of humanity?” —CNN
Some questions just should not be asked. This is, of many, one. I understand a scribe was tasked To make a headline fun, But—due respect to Mickey Mouse, Toward Minnie, sweetly potent— I’d think a Berlioz or Strauss Should donate, not a rodent.