I’m writing this considerably after the fact, so my recounting will likely be a list of facts rather than interesting anecdotes about the trip. But it’s not like I can skip posting pictures of Machu Piccu, so here we go. I promise to be better in the future. Continue reading Reading is a protest against the insufficiencies of life →

Before my trip out to the west coast, I decided to spend a week or so in Boston.  It’s a very clean, pristine city but overall didn’t do much for me.  I did a LOT of walking around from my base in the Chinatown area, and did plenty of work in the area coffee shops and library.  But a LOT of just walking around. Continue reading I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel →

So I’m used to hostel breakfasts which are just toast, maybe some cereal, and tea. The hotel breakfast had all those things, plus juice, and fruit, and yogurt, and croissants, and you got to order something (so I got scrambled eggs). It felt weird, being waited on.

But anyways, my room is situated so that I actually get a pretty nice view of the Irish sea. Continue reading History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. →