I read this today at Mike LaMonica’s Blog and I thought it was so interesting I had to share it:
A billion is a thousand million. If you wanted to count to a billion, it would take 31 years, 251 days, 7 hours and 39 seconds (if you counted one per second). A billion seconds ago, it was 1958. A billion dollars is 266 small U-Haul boxes jammed end-to-end and floor to ceiling in crisp $100 dollar bills. So you think a billionaire has a “ton” of money? Well, a ton of $100 bills is about only, $90,800,000. Chump change. Most commercial jets fly about 7 miles high. If you took crisp, new $1,000 bills, it would soar 63 miles high.
If I had a billion I might finally be able to put a dent in my credit card bill. Or up my stats (£5 for you each time you read my blog or get a friend to read it).
The prompt for Writer’s Island this week takes longer to explain than the senryu that came from it:
The twenty-second prompt for 2010 is in honor of American poet, singer-songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter, and author — Shel Silverstein. Today would have been Shel’s 78th birthday…Today’s prompt will be both a word and an image, you choose which you want to use as inspiration. The appropriate word I feel is WHIMSY, to reflect Shel’s style. The image offered as a prompt follows here:
So you can let yourself be inspired by today’s word, and write anything you wish, light or serious in nature — just try to approach it in a whimsical, humorous, Shel-ian or Seuss-ian way…Or let the wonderful, whimsical image above evoke in you the inspiration to write. It is from Shel’s excellent book “Where The Sidewalk Ends”, and was drawn by Shel — but that need not influence your take on the illustration. You take it in and see it uniquely through your eyes, then whatever it is that strikes you as you view, express it.
Simple again this week, the word whimsy, or Shel’s illustration — whichever sparks your muse, let it move you to write.
So what moved me to write wasn’t ‘whimsy’ or the illustration but the title of the book, Where The Sidewalk Ends. That’s the muse for you.
When the pavement ends,
leap before you look.