When I write about Manhattans...

I write like
Raymond Chandler

I Write Like. Analyze your writing!

So I wrote a short piece about the importance of the Manhattan to me and my own family history and then had it analyzed here.  Raymond Chandler, eh?  Yet when I am writing about Baseball I write like Cory Doctorow.  Curiouser and curiouser.  

I have recently been bombarded with lazy, uneducated, uncaring and unfortunate people.  I just have been watching too much TV.  I think its time to get back to reading and writing.  My brain is so much happier when it is active and engaged with progressive thoughtful pursuits.  

So back to reading and writing about Cocktails and Baseball.

Why I am single I will never know.

Love Is Like a Bottle of Gin

Love is Like a Bottle of Gin by Cynthia B

I have mentioned on my other blog my love for this project involving graphic artists and the 69 Love Songs concept albums from The Magnetic Fields. But this one fits on RyeGirl. Especially since I have given in to the Snowpocalypse and weird lung infection of 0'10 and am drowning my restless sorrow in gin.

Sin, a natural pairing with Gin, is not really an option as I have recently discovered I actually have very strong moral values. Dang it.

I need another martini. Its going to be a long, lonely life tonight. Thank goodness I have The Magnetic Fields.