Rip it up and start again
I was feeling angsty, so I started peeling at my wall. And then I kept going. With a wholly inadequate tool and in improper footwear. With bad lighting…
‘very knowledgable, but never a snob’
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, but Getting Where owes a lot to Anthony Bourdain. Five years ago, I went to eat at The Kitchin in…
2016 playlist
2016 was a pretty awful year for the world, but I would be doing many people and things a disservice if I said it was for me. It…
Another day, another lava bomb
This is (part of) one of my favourite pictures from this year. It says more to me about that trip than most of the other ten billion pictures…
Vote for respect
This has been a good year, but an incredibly difficult one. (That’s how good things work, right?) I have been less active about writing here than I’d like,…
Literature on repeat
News of the recent passing of Bennett Lamond, one of my favourite and best English Lit professors, in combination with a particularly inspiring weekend full of theatre, spoken…
The fine art of dating yourself
Last weekend was full-on in a way that can only mean August in Edinburgh is here and it’s therefore difficult to say no to events and shows and…
The Atomic Hypothesis
Because I am a weirdo and I have a compulsion to keep my gmail inbox down to a tightly-curated one-page group of things that constitutes an extended and…
On balance
When I was maybe about 6 or 7, I was pretty into gymnastics. I did some kind of classes at the YMCA, and whenever tumbling and mats and…
When the apocalypse comes, I know where I want to run
I just got back from an idyllic weekend up north with friends and I still can’t handle reading the interweb, or even thinking much about what the hell…