Tabs I Can't Close 33: Jazz, Fall, Nordic Crime Fiction, Coffee, and Flo

Friday, November 20, 2015

We're in that season of Midwestern weather called "waiting for it to snow," and you can see it in the overcast sky, smell it in the crispness of the coldest air this side of summer, and feel it in the tentativeness of everyone's plans. It's a perfect day for jazz.

A Cold Night's Death, The Allure of Scandinavian Crime Fiction.

Icelandic Noir, 2016.

New Territory's editorial plan (and call for pitches).

A fall to-do list.


Florence Arthaud. (I dare you to watch this without smiling and/or laughing, and/or crying.)

What happens when you ride a bike in a skirt.

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