The highlight of our trip could have easily been our day trip across Scotland onto a ferry and onto tDSC04824he Isle of Bute. On this little island was a forgotten church that was nameless with its roof long collapsed inside of its walls. We would have nearly passed the grounds had I not seen out of the corner of my eye the blue sky where the roof should have been. We loitered inside the church (which probably wasn’t something we were supposed to do) for a long time.
Last year, a culinary philosophical question was posed at work:
Considering food that is actualy prepared (unlike cereals and what not), name a food that wouldn’t go with one of these pillars of epicurean wonder:
Saw this on CatharticInk, thought I could do it too. Rules as follows: Go to the sixth page of your Flickr photostream and post the sixth picture on that page.
…is who came to play against the USC Trojans this past weekend. My dad and I flew down to see the game and hang out with his friend Jerry. I was surprised that the USC fans were so polite, we were only booed once and it was actually in fairly good taste (as good as booing can be). I expected a little more than what we saw. The USC campus was very nice and equally as large. What I liked was that as we walked around campus, people were tailgating all over, it showed a lot of community support as well as tie in with the university. The game was a mangled head up of spread offense. The worst part wasn’t that we lost, rather, that we had that glimmer of hope that came with the first touchdown. After that it was that nauseating repetitious beating of the ducks.