Sara Ryan

At Tiny’s Coffee NE: “She’s the biggest nerd, if she goes to a show it has to be something like the Mountain Goats –” “God –” “Yeah, I know, or Animal Collective, just awful, we have nothing in common.” I will nerdily note that the Goats gots a new album out, and Jeopardy champ Ken [...]

Hey. I’m back. It was fun. In the middle of the night, the headlamp I was using burned out, and a nice person from another team loaned me a flashlight. I figured I’d just stay really close to her, so I could return it at the next exchange. As a result, I walked faster on [...]

before I’m picked up for the Portland to Coast Walk. I’m not packed yet. And we just put in Dave Chappelle’s Block Party. Clearly I am totally insane.

and its magical ability to make things easier. (Speaking of that, thanks to all for the fascinating and helpful gaming info.) Case in point: in 2001, I got, in Cuba, a bootleg album: A Lo Cubano, by the Orishas. It’s become one of my favorite albums, and periodically I’d think to myself, “Damn, that’s a [...]

I have given in and purchased a PlayStation 2. So far I am pretty good at DDR Extreme 2, but only if I stay at Beginner. Moving up to Light, let alone Standard or Heavy, will take some serious hours of practice, I suspect. What other games should I have?

And as of a few hours ago, Lilly is home. Her owner lives more than a hundred blocks from where we found her. We got the phone number from her microchip. Lilly had been missing for three weeks. As soon as we found out where she lived, we drove her there. A little ways away [...]

How come it took me this long to read A Confederacy of Dunces? It is pure genius. If Ignatius Reilly were alive today, he would be a blogger. Oh how furiously he would blog.

She followed us home. Seriously.

When I saw the thick-necked ex-frat-looking dudes with their beers while we were waiting for Sleater-Kinney to come onstage, I thought, yeah, some folks will just go to whatever’s at the Crystal. Then S-K went on. The dudes knew all the words to every song, and their air guitar and drumming was a wonder to [...]

to the cellist who was playing Bach from a nearby patio last night. Folks at that house play fine punk, too. The music made excellent accompaniment to reading Ann Powers’ book Weird Like Us: My Bohemian America, which I really enjoyed. Some of what she discusses resonates with things I wrote about in The Rules [...]