The CROSSETT in the left hand corner is a reference to my dad, who was overly fond of writing letters to the editor of the Grinnell student paper.

That is a thing of beauty. Also, I love student newspapers.

For years I thought I had to find a boyfriend with a dog. Then one day I realized I could have a dog of my VERY OWN. And a library card, of course. Always have your own library card.

No other Sarahs out there in the world, either.

And I was taught to write a research paper more times (and with more annoying systems) than I want to think about, so I’m likely overstating my autodidact nature. Somewhat.

I’m not sure I ever started a paper of any kind anywhere much more ahead than that (though I sometimes did some reading and thinking). In all honesty my ability to do that kind of turnaround has served me better at work than anything I ever learned in school, but I’m an edge case.

I want to see everyone’s rock collection!

I want all the time I’ve spent on AI conversations back period. Although possibly not as much as I want the time I’ve spent on strategic plans back.

Like some people spend serious money on season tickets to sportsball.

I prefer to think of it not as “I’m a billionaire” but rather as “I am a person lucky enough to have disposable income and I have decided to spend it doing something nice for my feet.”

I would, at this point, so go find a gnomish Armenian craftsman. I think this may even be doable in Chicago, which is closer to me, but apparently not close enough.

Yes, PT is amazing like this. (No one has yet solved my shoe problem, but as I don’t run it’s less of a problem and more of an annoyance.)