Sara Ryan

Tonight we devoted ourselves to restoring the house to something like order. Snag hid out while we swept, straightened, sorted paperwork, entered receipts into Quicken, and listened to the entirety of Heretic Pride three times in succession (so far). While I’m on the subject of matters domestic, does anyone know of a source for a [...]

Hey didn’t we just do this? Yes we did. (Relatively speaking.) Here we go… Cannot believe how many people managed to cram into Cosmic Monkey for the trophy awards & Comic Art Battle. I was happy to meet Matt Silady and Kirsten Baldock (comics writer, librarian, and bartender — I knew we’d get along) and [...]

I couldn’t believe this when I saw it, so naturally I had to document.

This weekend, as many of my readers doubtless know, is the Stumptown Comics Fest. I will totally be there. With comics. Because, comics. But also novels. Because, novels. You should come. And thanks, Steve Duin, for the kind words in Seven Reasons To Love Stumptown! In other news, Comic Book Tattoo is now up for [...]

Photos from TBF Live! 2008 a few weeks back, courtesy of the fabulous Sarah Hodges. Thanks, Sarah! Anna and Emi, handlers extraordinaire! Note that Emi does not actually have someone else’s head growing out of her shoulder. Me and Sarah, also a handler extraordinaire and official Adult! Me and Anna. At one of my sessions. [...]

Conversation en route to the sale: “Well, it’s Sunday, so probably someone’s already bought the skull.” “Yeah. Oh well.” My grandparents had this same thermometer/barometer. Theirs still had the man with the umbrella, though. There was a plethora of anticommunist and Catholic ephemera. And one, lone, girlie picture. (But it was the last day of [...]

and found the Fraenkel Gallery. Fell in. So many gorgeous, haunting images. So many stories. This is the one I was looking for – doesn’t it look oddly like she has an iPod?

Yikes, I almost forgot! Sometime before the end of today, I will release a copy of Empress into the wild. Not sure where yet. Perhaps a community center…

A few weeks back, after more than ten years in Portland, we finally made it to the Art Museum. The occasion: The Dancer: Degas, Forain, and Toulouse-Lautrec. At first, I found myself oddly resistant to what I was seeing. Then I realized that in order to look at the ballet-related images, I had to overcome [...]

Those of you who know me IRL are well aware that unlike most other Portlanders, I am not a gardener. My typical approach to all growing things is one of malign neglect. But today, there was a convergence of factors: the weather, my (sadly infrequent) desire not to look at a computer screen, and a [...]