yum, yum, and stuffed birds

Oh my. It's been over a week since I've written anything, and that was not very interesting. So perhaps my life has been drab. Perhaps I have done little but read read read for the past two weeks. Who can blame me? That's what I'm here for, after all.

I have done one lovely thing, though. Yesterday. I went to the Tea Room on the east end of the Royal Mile and had cream tea.
(photo above, provided by Heaven, your name is clotted cream. Next to ceilidh dancing, one of the favoriter things I've done in Scotland. Although I must admit a certain sense of self-consciousness, being there with an actual British person who apparently hails from the cream tea capital of England. And I should have been self-conscious. I earned such tension the moment I licked a spot of cream off my finger. Proper people don't do that! ah... but who can let such beauty go to waste?

Another thing I have done: wandered for an hour or so in the National Museum of Scotland, which is free, which has amazing architecture, and which contains a variety of stuffed beetles. It also hold some representative figurines of extinct birds, a guillotine named "the Maiden", and a treasure chest (empty) from long ago (obviously) with a hidden lock system comprised of 15 spring bolts. Oh yes, and I cannot fail to mention the creepy mask that a dissenting Protestant preacher wore on his Gospel tours back in the days of zeal. It looked like that scarecrow mask from Batman Begins.
Mask photo (view only if you possess a strong constitution):
NMS website:
Website exerpt: 'Have you ever asked, “What is a Bird?”. This is the ideal place to find out! Learn about their flight. Explore their feeding and nesting. Look into courtship and mating. Many of the specimens in our collection are displayed in characteristic poses - look out for the vulture!'

I have also tasted haggis, though I can take little credit for the experience. Flatmate Jess gains all the glory, as she scarfed an entire meal of the stuff, minus the slight tastes that Flatmate Liesl and myself took from that portion. I didn't mind it! I don't think I could eat a whole meal of it, because sometimes the mind takes over the gag reflex... but I could manage more than one taste now and again. It tasted like a sausage, only more... grainy. To try this at home:

So I suppose I have been doing more than reading. Though I have a lot more of that still to do. You will find me in the same spot for the next four days, plowing through Thomas Pynchon ( and Henry Mackenzie ( And maybe, just maybe, a bit of Alastair Gray (only unrelated websites available. Google it yourself).


  1. I told you Haggis wasn't bad.

    But who believes Jenny?

    No one.


    Eventhough I'm right at least 82% of the time.

  2. Wait... what happened to the Loch Ness? When is that? Oh my... I am embarassed. I don't know what's going on in your life anymore! And I thought I did!

  3. okay, well, we were going to go to Loch Ness, but it turns out that it's much farther away than we thought and much more expensive than we thought. So we skipped it. We'll go after Christmas.

  4. Ok good... so I wasn't going crazy!! At least you didn't get eaten by the Loch Ness Monster, which is always a good thing. But I lied to the Shawn (the hair guy) on Saturday morning 'cause I told him you were there and he thought that was awesome. But I think he has a girlfriend now... oh well.


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