Sara Ryan

I have made my first podcast! Now all I need to do is upload it and learn how to give it an RSS feed. Internet friends, any recommended tutorials? In the meantime, I give you closeups of the window of a costume shop I ran across: Yes. Animal masks fitted with reindeer ears hung on [...]

The Agony Column, that is. I’ve been listening to a bunch of the Agony Column Audio Interviews. I love them! The host, Rick Kleffel, has a lovely, soft-spoken, very smart approach to interviewing, a little like a more literary Mr. Rogers. It’s obvious that he catches a lot of nuances in the books he features [...]

I’m with my parents, and as I recently commented on sdn‘s journal, our Thanksgiving plans are extremely low-key. Yes, there will be a turkey, and mashed potatoes and stuffing, and probably some vegetable dish TBD before the stores close today. Yes, Mom will get out fancy silver and china, and we’ll put a tablecloth on [...]

Bunnies. Gotta stop ‘em. All Way. In other news, I’m still on only intermittent Internet (Intermittentnet?) but I’ve just made the acquaintance of this program that’s been coyly hiding on my computer, and I’m thinking that I will be making some use of it, to perhaps read some things that I have written.

Sporadic Internet for me for a while. Offline long enough for 96 spams to come in, nice. How come any time you take time off, after having been busy for a long stretch, you inevitably get sick? Or is that just me?

Random question for the savvy: if I wanted to take all the photos I’ve posted to LJ, and transfer them over to flickr, is there a smooth, easy way to do it?

Let’s zoom in, shall we?

I ran across this article while idly looking for information about Mary Frances Isom, esteemed former director of our Central Library. There’s not a lot about her, except that she was apparently “very anxious to discuss socialism with the boys,” but the article is a neat snapshot of the art scene in Portland in the [...]

Portland looks just like you’d think. This time of year always feels the most essentially Portland to me. Like spring and summer are somehow faked. What time of year does your hometown feel most like itself to you? (Fellow Portlanders, feel free to disagree with me…)

To paraphrase Roast Beef, I haven’t been getting to the gym regularly in mainly forever, what with things. But I did make it this morning, late ’cause I was waiting for my damn iPod to charge (and finishing rereading Jim Harrison‘s book Dalva). I warmed up a little on the elliptical trainer, then jogged three [...]