Snuzzle

Rainy day, am holed up in Headquarters for the moment. Jazz and ticket reports and pajama pants. Soup for lunch is forthcoming.

Have been taking many pictures, and I'm sure all of the "majestic castle" and "incredible view" ones are going to be completely flattened. I wish I could capture more permanently what it's like to sit in a totally urban restaurant or bar, looking down a wide street, and instead of a Times Square-style conglomeration, you see crags piling high with a castle strewn along the top. Edinburgh is truly urban, but the views out of it are pastoral. C'est frappant.

And the city (maybe the country too) has an extremely distinct smell. It makes me think of bread, but also meat, not unpleasant - it smells like peat, earthy and just a tiny bit marshy. The albatross-sized seagulls ought to be enough of a reminder, but I forget most of the time how close we are to the sea (distance is one thing, whether I get there is another).

So, do I want to do this job again next summer? Talk about a brain-frying question. I still don't have my courses picked for the coming semester. Oh, and in order to take on this job again I have to SURVIVE the fall semester...

Shh. Soup, more jazz. Brief foray into rainy wet nasty city (55 degrees F. This has been my summer without summer.) and then I'll hunker down again.

Last seen: Wunderkind, about the insanity of making movies. And the Men of Steel late show, which was all the same kitchen-utensil puppet insanity PLUS half-naked, somewhat drunk puppet chefs. Mess, especially food mess, is so, so sexual.