Rubber Soul

In contrast to yesterday's post, this will just be a random thought I had while at work today. So here it is.

Before rubber was introduced in English-speaking countries (which was around 1770, according to Wikipedia), I wonder how people said something was "rubbery" (poorly cooked eggs, for example).

Beauty's just another word
I'm never certain how to spell
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on,
And throw away my misery
It never meant that much to me
It never sent a Get Well card

I broke, like a bad joke
Somebody's uncle told
At a wedding reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed
And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how everyone dies someday,
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be
And fell asleep in his brand-new winter coat

Buy me a shiny new machine
That runs on lies and gasoline
And all those batteries we stole from smoke-alarms,
And disassembles my despair
It never took me anywhere
It never once bought me a drink.
~"Reconstruction Site" by The Weakerthans