Lately, on the occasion of taking a run around my neighborhood, I take an iPhone along and listen to the music, to help pass those seconds and minutes when I actually am running. And the title to this post comes from the first line of The Time Warp, which is on my running playlist. I love the way the line is delivered in such a deadpan fashion, completely undermining whatever astonishment Riff Raff may have been feeling at the time. These are the sort of things that stick with me, for better or for worse.
What’s astounding to me, and what I wanted to write down in the few moments that I have available, is the subject of word counts. The average word count for what I put in this space has remained right around 500 words per post. Sometimes I go past a thousand words, and some times I don’t even reach 100. But 500 seems to be the sweet spot, as far as I can see, when it comes to making a point or holding someone’s attention.
And I compare that 500 word figure, which I could use up describing the squirrels in my backyard if I had a notion to, with Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. 292 words that summed up the Civil War so perfectly that we still remember the words more than a century later. I’m going to cap this post at 292 words, recognizing that I never have, and never will, address a topic as weighty as he did back in November of 1863. I can go on for 500 words and more and say nothing, while he hit the nail on the head in under 300 words. It’s, well, as I said at the beginning of this post, it’s astounding. No other word fits better.