Sara Ryan

…is this: A glow-in-the-dark release cord you can pull to open the trunk from the inside. I am sure this was not the actual reason for its development, but it’s hard to look at the graphic without thinking of all the movies wherein someone is trapped in that part of a vehicle.

Notable because this is the first time I’ve seen a small self-produced flier posted on a phone pole here, as opposed to the professionally produced ones large enough to be visible from cars. Those tend to advertise religion, payday loans, weight loss, and/or overcoming addiction. It’s not a walking town. What I like about this [...]

No, really. An actual walk in an actual park. I, um, don’t spend a lot of time outside typically. So today I met up with my friend Deborah in an attempt to partially remedy that. Outside can be awfully pretty. And because we are in Portland, sometimes it includes giant acupuncture needles. Tuley investigated the [...]

Funny thing. When you write a post that resonates strongly (counting LJ, Facebook, and sararyan.com, that’s more comments than I’ve gotten on a post approximately ever, and I appreciate all of them) you find yourself suddenly shy. Or rather, I do. I don’t know if you do. But if you do? I totally get it. [...]

I have recently become a fan of the Grilled Cheese Grill. Its sandwiches are delicious, and the mural on the ceiling of its seating area — a schoolbus — is fantastic. See: The artists are Eatcho and Jason Graham. I’m particularly impressed by how they blended their styles. Now for a tiny nap, and then [...]

He looks a little Burning Man-y. Showing my medieval festival geek roots, I first thought this was a sword; in fact it is a spinal column. Not intentional art, but what the heck.

I finally got around to uploading more photos to Flickr.  Popular subjects include architectural detail, street art, window displays, public transportation, the really cool hotel we stayed at in Rouen, the beach at Saint-Malo. Also: occasional evidence that Steve and I were present.

Sugarplum Squeampunk (Especially “On This Odd Day.”) Frank Talk With Lady Gaga (Can’t stop listening to her lately, and I’d been looking for a long-form article besides the ones that attempt to explicate her status as a tool of the Illuminati.) The Danger of A Single Story (Some of you have probably already seen this [...]

I’m working on the graphic novel all day today, and listening to John Coltrane and Miles Davis. While staring into space (because that is, of course, an important component of working) I suddenly noticed the pleasing industrial geometry above. If you look closely, you can see the reflection of Steve’s drawing table.

…and then my voice went hoarse and my head went strange, and I thought about all the coughing people to whom I was in close proximity during the recent travels. And then I coughed. A lot. So instead: a picture, then Nyquil. More beach glass than I’ve ever found before. Are people in St. Malo [...]