I encountered a stunning phrase in a call-out quote from a fiction story in an issue of COSMOS: “the refined hedonism of virtue”.
In the past three days I have also have encountered chicken feet (for eating), (too) loud and wonderful music, Australian spelling and a magazine with an office dog, whose name I have forgotten but looks like a romping black mop and who has yet to warm up to me. Tulip?
Pictures from work to come; didn’t want to be that guy on the first day. I think I’ll have a story up tomorrow. If so, I’ll tweet the shit out of it, along with subsequent stories. I don’t think I’m going to be bored anytime soon, and I couldn’t ask for a more relaxed, welcoming, or stimulating workplace. It’s going to be a good (Australian) winter.