Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Thane of Ursus Major


George Martin may have his Iron Throne.

But I have the Chair of Bear!

Above:  Credit photo to Marianne C. Porter.



Eileen Gunn said...

I understand the balloon -- the fragility of human existence, its susceptibility to what would appear to be the most delicate pinpricks of fortune, the catastrophic adjustment as pressures within and without equalize too quickly, etc., etc. But why are you wearing a weasel on your head? (I know you can answer this.)

Michael Swanwick said...

Eileen, I am wearing the skin of the noblest of weasels -- the American brown bear. Sean brought over some of our Emergency Back-up Sons for the Superbowl, so of course we had to give out a door prize.

Knowing that, an intelligent woman such as yourself will immediately recognize that your interpretation of the symbolism of the balloon was ingenious but misled. The truth was simply this: Bears love balloons.

And, of course, when a bear skin one have lived with for decades leaves the house, one must take pictures.

Eileen Gunn said...

I congratulate you on devising such a clever way of sending a former bear off to a better life with young people. Sometime you should ask Leslie What what she did with her bearskin. (Yes, Leslie is a former bear.)