random gayness, talking about the weather and food. (does that make this post smalltalk?)

the wind in åbo is frequently so strong that i have to stop walking for a moment or two and let it hold me in place, often with one foot in the air. today it was so powerful that, even though i was wearing giant sunglasses and i also kept turning my face away and closing my eyes, tears were streaming down my face by the time i made it home. five minutes later, one of my eyes is still watering. the city is windy all the time. matters weren't helped any by the architect who planned most of the city back in the day. it's laid out in a near-perfect grid, which means that it's practically impossible to get lost, but it also turns the streets into long windtunnels.

in other news, the cover of one of the issues of hikaru no go was so shamelessly suggestive that it made me crack up.  ( you know you want to see. )

i have a new favourite snack. isilya told me that i should post about it, even though i was in the process of virtuously squashing the impulse - it isn't like it's a real recipe, after all, but then, it is pretty great. ( quick pesto pasta. )