Showing posts with label general despair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label general despair. Show all posts

Saturday, February 21, 2009

When he was 8 years old

I'm terribly sorry to be That Picky Grammarian, but here is a sentence from today's Gothamist:
Zolezzi's father committed suicide when he was 8-years-old by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.
This is a textbook case - no, it is almost precisely the sentence my ninth-grade English teacher used to show us the meaning of a subject of a sentence.

Monday, January 21, 2008

When There's Nothing Left To Burn

At the end of a day that's supposed to be the most depressing day of the year (via The Kenyon Review blog), here's a video that makes winter look poetic and apt: