Morning breaks on Liminal Labs, and that means it's time for a round of the Wig Game: pass the wig and tequilla and rock out with your Hair Metal cock out to AC/DC.

A herd of giraffes from Cape Town ambled by.

Elsewhere in the City, transportation was at the ready for mayhem the way you like it.

On Wednesday, we took over a shift working at Artica, the ice camp. Toward the end, one of the worst dust storms in memory hit the city.

Farai - freshly arrived from LA - didn't have her goggles or dust mask handy.

Trying to get back to camp later, Joey, Margaret and I waited at an intersection for 20 minutes because we couldn't see more than 3 feet, and had no idea where we were.

Eventually, we could get back to the business of studious relaxation. Jacob is seen here performing some particularly demanding excercises in reclining.

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