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  I spent a good chunk of the weekend reading Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan. I had wanted to read it for a while because I like the title and I’m a sucker for books about books. Also, the cover glows in the dark. (Seriously. I checked.) Also also, it has my name […]

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flax-golden tales: perfect pairs

perfect pairs I only wanted one but when I got to the address on the piece of paper (after getting lost twice because the handwritten 8s looked like 3s) I was informed, quite politely, that they only were only available in pairs. The woman at the 8s-not-3s house (who gave me tea in a flowered […]

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tarragon & bone

This is the aforementioned tarragon and bone rug. Technically it has three different colors, though, so I’m not entirely sure what to call the pale pale shimmery green, as I’m guessing the darker one is tarragon and the background is bone. The internet tells me that the word tarragon derives from something French for little dragon, […]

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flax-golden tales: the light at the edge of the world

the light at the edge of the world I walk to the edge of the world every day at four o’clock in the afternoon. I didn’t always have to leave so early but the terrain keeps getting worse which makes the journey longer. The pier itself is in terrible shape and the fence is falling […]

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in lieu of proper post, photos from ny with bonus bunnies & snowy boston

      Briefly in Boston, with  just enough time to get snowed on and have cocktails before heading back home to NYC, which oddly but nicely does actually feel like home already. Alas, did not bring appropriate footwear for the winter wonderland, but it’s pretty.

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flax-golden tales: the recondite times, a non-periodical

the recondite times, a non-periodical I painted my front door purple mostly on a whim. I had purple paint (in two different shades) and I figured it was a cheerful sort of color that might help brighten up the winter grey. Not that I spend much time looking at my own front door, but it […]

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unpacking

My life is all cardboard boxes and interior decorating at the moment, so you get a random post of randomness today. As I mentioned on Twitter earlier this week, someday I will write a post about how The Night Circus is not Young Adult and it will probably have thoughts about what that means and […]

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flax-golden tales: tools to build the stars

tools to build the stars I’ve used the same set of tools as my father ever since I was little, even though they’re heavy and sharp. They don’t feel as heavy now, but they’re still sharp. They were my grandmother’s tools, and her mother’s and grandmother’s before that. After they were my grandmother’s they became […]

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