June 30th, 2011

loose tea for loose women

in horkstow grange there lived an old miser.

I feel like there's an awful lot going on in my life right now, professionally and personally, and I'll probably be a bit of an absentee landlord around here for a while. I'm madly sprinting after deadlines while trying to get my Odyssey and Clarion prep done, shopping for houses, and meanwhile find some time for convention recovery.

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scott_lynch's amazing triceps at 4th Street were pretty fucking inspirational, I tell you what. MORE DOWNWARD DOG. MOAR TRICEPS. I want triceps like that. On my arms, I mean, not in a jar of formaldehyde.

So, since I'm submerging to kill deadlines and for still! moar! travel, I thought I would bring you some pretty pictures. We flew over the ruffled bit of Canada on the way home from Stockholm, and OMFG. I thought the Mojave looked fatal from the air. Gorgeous, ice-world, alien landscape of mountains and fjords and ice. A stunning reminder that most of our homeworld is really not habitable, so we'd better take care of the bits that are.

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And now that you have been stunned by immensity and pack ice, have some nice Swedish modular furniture from the Stockholm airport for that homey feel.

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Sweden. They have an aesthetic.