Today's blog is A Rare View. Because the view is certainly unusual and sometimes beautiful. And, though Norse, it all seems oddly familiar: "At the first sign of snow - even if everyone knows this will be gone again tomorrow -- you see them sort of shut down, the eyes go blank and empty, a frown emerges up front, and they slowly sink deep into big winter coats -- and no one speaks a word again until April." Yeah, it's that cold in New England, too, but we actually don't talk when it's warm, either. (Don't take it personally, we just don't like you.)
Also, I just like the word defenestrate. I don't think I've been right ever since I heard my hot Russian professor use it in college. Hot men, big words. Does it get any better than that? I think not.
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