Sara Ryan

Conferences bring out both the extrovert and introvert sides of my personality, sometimes in rapid succession. Here in Anaheim I’ve spent a lot of time ‘on’: the panel about teens in your branch library, the YA author ’speed-dating’ event — both of which I was so pleased to be able to be part of — [...]

“I biked to work today!” I enthuse. My colleague smiles politely. She’s been biking to work in all weathers for years.
At home, I crack open the copy of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle that I bought last year, but hadn’t yet gotten around to reading. I’m thinking vaguely about where to go for dinner. As I read, [...]

First, admire the website.
Then, read Personal Days. I went to Ed Park’s reading at Powell’s last night, and read the book in one sitting after I got home. When you start it, it feels like office humor — especially clever and funny office humor, but office humor — but there’s already more going on. The [...]

Or rather, a meme I hope to inaugurate. I just got a copy of What It Is, and I find it as wonderful as I thought I would. Barry’s looking at the process of creating any kind of art — how we shut ourselves off from it out of fear, how we can open up [...]

Excerpted from a series of email exchanges, with a Helpful Illustration and a Poem. Why? Because wombats.
carapace_green: Article found today on PubMed while I was looking for a particular article on D. discoideum: FAITH M. WALKER, ANDREA C. TAYLOR, PAUL SUNNUCKS (2007) Does soil type drive social organization in southern hairy-nosed wombats?
Molecular Ecology 16 (1) [...]

From my spam filter:
Wedding Rings Class Rings Pearl Harbor
What’s the funniest and/or oddest spam you’ve gotten lately?

Do you have any?
I’m gonna update my FAQ. (Where F=”at least twice.”)

It is already Tuesday and Friday after work I will be on a train to Seattle for the Emerald City Con! All with the books and comics and buttons and whatnot!
I put those exclamation points in to help inspire myself, because right now this second I’m thinking dang, I am tired and it would be [...]

I’ve been reading Jonathan Lethem’s Fortress of Solitude, the audiobook version, and just got to this passage:
It was entirely possible that one song could destroy your life. Yes, musical doom could fall on a lone human form and crush it like a bug. The song, that song, was sent from somewhere else to find you, [...]