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…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 do [...]

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 Slings and Arrows, about the [...]

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 much like that,” she [...]

“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.

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