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  • How do you do?
    I'm Jamie; an incurably-curious, hopelessly-idealistic, vegetarian, polyglot-ish plant scientist at Cambridge. I spend too much time listening to music, wandering around the countryside, and eating apples.


    penchants: forest walks, benjamin britten, mediaeval history & literature, eastern philosophy, obscure tea blends, copperplate, twilight by the sea, quantum mechanics, thunderstorms, fruit trees, early music, dragonflies, postcards, underground railways, gardening, vapour trails, tiny art galleries, volcanic islands, moths, Virginia Woolf, gin cocktails, travel journals, mountain air, handwriting, continental cinema, bow ties, Lebanese food, historical linguistics, archery, all things Icelandic, & bitter-sweet lemonade.
    Thank you for stopping by; do say hello.

    Anonymous said: Definitely not regretting unfollowing you. That other anon was right, you are pretentious. Contrary to what you might think, I'm not just "sticking my head in the sand." I just get enough of political discussion in my daily life, and I use tumblr as a bit of escapism, sifting through "innocuous images" as you put it doesn't so much bring me fulfillment as it just provides a pleasant diversion. But thanks for assuming things about me based on absolutely nothing.

    I apologise if it seemed like I jumped to conclusions. I was just slightly annoyed by the insinuation that I should be passively feeding your escapism and that it was actually disgusting- you used the word “yuck”- that I should dare to express an opinion. I don’t think that makes me pretentious, but I’m sorry if I upset you.

    Can we all please move on now, in whichever direction? Otherwise I’m pretty much done with Tumblr.

    Last night I went for a couple of drinks with a guy who’d just left the Land of the Long White Cloud (for the first time in his life) for a season of travelling the continents. He was terribly homesick already, but I think I managed to reassure him a little by demonstrating that he could actually have a lot in common with someone from another small island on the far side of the world.

    Amoeba Music, which claims to be the world’s largest independent record store.

    Looking down on Century City.

    Looking down on Century City.

    Runyon Canyon, with a view over to the Hollywood sign on Mount Lee.

    Never thought I’d one day be staying within a few hundred feet of Hollywood Boulevard.

    Never thought I’d one day be staying within a few hundred feet of Hollywood Boulevard.

    Arriving in LA.

    Arriving in LA.