Sara Ryan

…if you are my Facebook friend, but I have succumbed to Yet Another Social Network. I’m ryansara on Twitter. So far I am pretty quiet. Also I am not following people I do not know at least kind of in real life. And even if I do know you I might not follow you. Please [...]

Steve commented, “I guess the other 97 must be elsewhere…”

I saw these two objects on the sidewalk, along with many other abandoned possessions, some in boxes: My new glasses, which are also my great-grandmother’s old glasses: You should read: Mike Martin’s thematic analysis of Sara Zarr’s Story of a Girl Vice Magazine’s interview of Ursula LeGuin And you should watch the fabulous Canadian series [...]

Scene: Safeway. Steve and I are contemplating the vanilla selection. Steve: Which one? Me: I don’t know, the organic is probably better, but it’s also sixteen dollars. Mustachioed Clerk (sotto voce): Have you considered Aisle Twelve? Me (blinking): No…what’s on Aisle Twelve? M. C. (with evident satisfaction): Mexican vanilla.

Or rather, passed. If the first day of the year portends the year itself in miniature, 2009 will include festivity, friends, sleep — punctuated by peculiar half-remembered dreams — and then quiet time for writing. There are worse omens. Happy New Year, y’all.

…you thought that my lack of election-related blogging was an indication that I am uninvested in the outcome, let me assure you that the truth is precisely the opposite.

After last night’s concert, in addition to an unexpected catharsis, now I have enough Mountain Goats T-shirts to go an entire work week wearing a different one each day. Yes, I am that much of a fan. (Did you notice the Goats lyric in Rules? )

I got my braces off. The dental assistant offered me the plaster casts of my teeth that they used to fit me for my retainers. “As, you know, a memento. You have a nice bite.” “Oh, yeah!” I enthused. “It’s kinda like owning my own skull!” But her ghoulishness wasn’t equal to mine. “Not very [...]

“Crafting tractable cohesive contender.” I’m trying, comment spammers, I’m trying.

…but what I really want to do right now is point you all toward the Eggcorn Database. My favorite so far: mindgrain.