… while I may not have recovered from my fangirl episode in the library when I found my Völuspá yesterday, the thrill is definitely still there (having spent the afternoon reading it). These guys knew how to tell a decent doomsday story. Seriously! It’s funny what you pick up on after the fact/out of the academic context. … Continue reading »
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Aries rising.
I don’t know what has been making life good over the past few weeks, but I’ll settle for the ascent of Aries and leave it at that. And it has been a good two weeks. My Old Port pullover grew significantly last weekend in the Bay (and would still be growing if I hadn’t borrowed … Continue reading »
In the right place.
You know you’re in a place you should be, when, walking down Cuba Street at 9 on a Monday night, you see three long, tall slabs of muso. Two are very much in context, and one… well. You haven’t seen the one in years, and it turns out the magnetic pull of the capital has … Continue reading »
