I love Tim O'Brien! "The Things They Carried" got me close to tears.

You don't hyphenate an adverb (gramaticalLY) in a modifying phrase because it modifies the subsequent modifier and not the subject of the sentence. To wit: "gramatically correct Tracy" - "grammatically" modifies "correct," not "Tracy." Voila, no hyphen necessary!

This guy MacPherson
he sounds amazing. Could anyone direct me to a biography or a collection of his works? I'm reading a book on Martha Gellhorn now, so when I finish that I'd love to continue my "awesome intrepid war correspondent" kick. It's better than my day job writing briefs about the park and recreation…

mbs - You keep saying that! you must just have really good taste in women. Or at least good taste in women who have good taste in music.

I wouldn't have brought it up, but since we're talking grammar, "grammatically correct" doesn't need to be hyphenated. (Why yes, Liz Lemon's complaint about the incorrect usage of "who" in a subway advertisement hit home for me tonight. Anyone got any infinitives for me to un-split while I'm at it?)

Agreed with everything Hyden said, and also, tangentially:
Sleater-Kinney! Sleater-Kinney! Sleater-Kinney!

I definitely use it in everyday conversation. Next up: "cat sound!"

"I want to go to there" doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm going to be weak-kneed for hours.

You know what it says right here on the box, baby? It says cook aaaand chill. And that's what I do every night. I cook and then I chillll. (slow hip swivel)(slow hip swivel)

Speaking of David Wain
I really liked The Ten. Who's with me?

Women voters?!?!?

I have nothing but love for Jonathan Richman - very few songs can make me laugh and cry and dance like his do. In my book, "That Summer Feeling" rivals "Waterloo Sunset" for emotional impact, affecting imagery and sheer bawl-your-eyes-out beauty.

I would fight for The Who. They were my first favorite band - I adore most all British Invasion music, but like very few other bands of that time and place they could ROCK. Live at Leeds, my friends. Live at Leeds.

mbs - I seriously doubt it, unless you were hanging out in a crappy town in Idaho at the time like I was. Nothing will foster a love of very loud punk music, deliberately inaccessible or not, like hanging out in a crappy town in Idaho.

Haha, I know exactly what you mean. Growing up in a cowboy state really turned me off country music. Granted, then, was mostly crappy mainstream stuff like Brad Paisley and Rascal Flatts. It was only a couple of years ago, when I moved east for college, that I discovered Emmylou Harris and Hank Williams and, yeah,…

I don't know about "purposefully inaccessible" - wasn't the whole point of punk music originally to strip rock to its barest essence? Yes, a lot of screeching and distortion and ripped fishnets sort of sprung up around it, but a lot of the great early punk songs - early punk being the original point of the thread -…

Truths universally acknowledged
I hate it when people dismiss Jane Austen as some kind of featherweight romance novelist. Agh, just because they all have love plotlines doesn't mean she's the 19th-century Nicholas Sparks! She worked within the limitations of her gender and her means to write incredibly sharp and…

Ow! My balls!

Possibly? Either way, Salinger is definitely one of my sacred cows. Call him a pedophile, call him a narcissist, call his writing solipsistic and fussy, I don't care. The man wrote Franny and Zooey, for crying out loud. Free pass for life.

Oooh, yes, X-Ray Spex is awesome. Mari Elliot is probably my favorite woman to have come out of the punk movement - an awesome antidote to all the waify-bleachy-druggy types hanging around at the time. And "The Day The World Turned Day-Glo" is an awesome song.