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Now that I have a place to live my life has drastically achieved a startling amount of stagnancy. My big outing for the day was to go to the Gaughan exhibit at the Royal Scotland Gallery, or whatever it is they call it. Perfectly reasonable way to spend part of the day, except that I […]

There are so many things about this place that I just don’t understand. The weather report, for instance. Apparently there’s going to be a big influx of arrows over the weekend. A swarm of white arrows flying over the UK. And still the top story is Kate Moss and how she’s apologizing for doing cocaine.

Upon my return to Edinburgh I went to the tourist centre and got myself checked into a lovely hotel where, it turns out, the owners also have rooms for rent. Hello! I checked out two of them. The first was small but decent. The house itself was pretty cramped and gross, but it was £240/month

Well. Going to the library and starting to update was a good idea at the time. But now I’m without internet and can’t finish. So I’ll have to do it here and then see if I can’t get myself back up sometime soon. Well. So as I recall I was saying that I was not

Today’s entry is called My Stumble Over Perth, or How I Came To Be Sitting On The Side Of The Road For Two Hours. We got up early yesterday and caught the train to Perth. I wasn’t totally impressed by the landscape that we passed. From London to Edinburgh it was bright and cheerful. Yesterday

So, my conclusion following my first night in a hostel: Why, aside from money, would anyone ever choose to stay in one of these places? What a pain in the ass. People are loud and sceptical, the bed was uncomfortable, people (both in the hostel and the street) are drunk and noisy, the floorboards creak,

I have to make this brief because, in spite of the hostel’s free internet, there is only one computer and there are people waiting. I moved into the hostel this morning. It’s £13.50/night, which isn’t terrible, but not nearly as good as all the stories I’ve heard made them out to be (I guess Europe

Out of the hotel and into a hostel. I like that they have “Frasier” on at 9am. It’s a good way to start the day. Nothing else going on at the moment. Beautiful day — surprisingly bright and warm, unless there’s a breeze, at which point it’s freezing. I somehow managed, in a train ride,

I wish I could write about all the wonderfully fantastic, culturally enriching, envy-inspiring things I’ve done today, but I can’t. I really didn’t do much of anything today. I had breakfast (these people eat way too much in the morning), took a shower, packed, checked email, checked out, laughed at the woman stationed at the

Photos! Some of them! Finally! Here.