Yesterday I had a day off in Edinburgh, so I met up with a college friend in the local volunteer-run anarchist cafe and art gallery. (One of the things my Oberlin education had equipped me with is friends in surprising number and variety of interesting cities and the unerring ability to locate volunteer-run anarchist cafe and art galleries.) We did a variety of excellent day-off activities such as walking the Royal Mile, admiring the Castle from city parks, and visiting a goth-punk dance club at 1 pm to explore the catacombs underneath it. The day culminated in going to a cramped pub to hear some friends of a friend play a session. My traveling companions told me that sounded like a totally local, authentically Scottish experience. I can only assume that it was: the band spent the evening covering Gillian Welsh, David Rawlings, and Richard Thompson. I freaking loved it.