I braved the cold and went out in 5° F / -15° C AND I got an iced latte bc I am a Bostonian to the core now.

Dana and I have a favourite pizzeria and it's been named one of the best in the world! www.thenational.scot/news/2583606...

But at least they'd be in a good mood!

Ruin a film by making the title more specific. E.g. Full English Breakfast at Tiffany's

Oh no, the Patriots lost? Now everyone here is going to be annoying today.

I think it's funny that "boysenberry" comes up before "boyfriend" in my predictive text because I'm queer and I love brambleberry varieties.

the fight for $15 should be the fight for $50 by now

I promised Dana I would do some Pole dancing for them. I danced polkas with some Poles.

My friend took me to the coolest restaurant today. I love Western Massachusetts!

The Saxons used to call me Lencten, and now everyone thinks I'm an austere goddess who demands you fast and abstain.

Five classes I took: 1. Orchestration 2. Instrumental conducting 3. Counterpoint 4. Medieval music theory 5. Music cognition and perception

I don't even like mashed potatoes, but how else am I going to make tattie scones for breakfast tomorrow?

This, except I'm immortal, so whimsy is the ONLY option!

We need to go back to fully mechanical cars. My car failed inspection because some sensor decided that the engine wasn't running optimally in the extremely cold weather. Now I have to pay $500 to replace a random solenoid on a car that is running just fine. "Ensh**ification" is the word, methinks.

I do not recommend getting into horology. You get your "dream watch" only to find that there are more dreams to be had perched on the display case of an expensive shop. It never ends.

Dw i’n caru’r adolygiad ‘ma 😍

Remember when we all wore camisoles with lacy hems so that it peeked below your top and looked lacy?

I'm just thinking about the time my graduate advisor pulled me aside at a conference and said, "This is a rough neighbourhood, so make sure you walk with the other women in a group...because you're six feet tall and it scares men off." Behold, the frightening giantess, raaaaaahr!

Boysenberry is a very unfortunate name because it sounds like "poisonberry". And that's a shame because I'm a big fan of Rubus berries and I really like boysenberries.

Reminder for my fellow UK dual/multi nationals that from 25 Feb 2026 you MUST travel into the UK on a UK or Irish passport. You will no longer be able to travel to the UK on another passport — quite the change from the status quo, and problematic for those of us who travel frequently…🧵

Frost on the inside of my windows this morning in Massachusetts. I haven't seen this since I lived in Québec.

I'm waist-deep in snow. This is a challenge from Gēyōmīna. How Lady Winter mocks me! I need to train for our showdown in April.

I finally have too many watches. I promised myself this wouldn't become a problem, but...I have fifteen different watches. Mathonwy, you only need ONE. Ok, maybe two or three. But fifteen? BAD DAMSEL!

I'm accidentally gaslighting my students by giving them handouts printed on A4 paper instead of the standard American Letter size (8.5 x 11 inches). They look at it and think, "Am I losing my mind or is the paper slightly off?"

I have a new jaw harp!

My students called me a queer icon. 🥰

I wish we had The Works in New England so I could buy a calendar for £1.

It's hard to shower every single day in winter when I have the temptation of dry shampoo to freshen up.

Everyone in New England on here should come to a dinner party at my house. I mean, I have room for, like, five of you, so don't all jump up at once.

I know I've said the same joke two or three times on these websites, but I assure you it's just because I'm a forgetful ditz and not because I'm farming for interactions.

I really like watches, but "horology" is such an unfortune term.

As a European-American (by that I mean a dual citizen born outside of the US, not one of those people with ancestry who calls herself "Irish" or whatever), I do understand both sides of today's discussion about whether or not to hold Americans en masse with contempt. It's not a great feeling.

You know you've become an international person when airport border agents in three different countries no longer ask for your passport and just say, "I know you," when it's your turn in the queue.

I wanted to buy a newspaper at Glasgow Airport, but I think pretty much every British (and Scottish) newspaper is an all-out right wing rag at this point, so I couldn't make a decision and just read a fantasy book about a lesbian warrior princess instead.

Everyone makes fun of that "stomp/clap/hey" music (as some people are calling it), but the Swedish duo Smith & Tell completely justify its existence.

I'm happily at the point now where American tourists on aeroplanes think I'm visiting the US instead of coming back to work. Must be my resting Baltic face.

The dolls on Bluesky are always excited to be called a good girl, but you haven't really been affirmed until your Scottish mother-in-law calls you a good lass for helping in the kitchen.

My leg fell asleep because Bramble won't stop sleeping on my lap.

Beautiful sunset on Dana's parents' farm today.

Maybe it's because I live in Western Mass., but I still say the worst drivers out here all have Connecticut and New York plates. The Mass. drivers are fine. Dana even noted the same without any prompting from me, so I assure you this isn't my Massachusetts pride or anything.

Reminding me of @mathonwy.bsky.social reading Hamlet's soliloquy in a Boston accent.

Berlin combines them both. 😀

Boston train service versus the delightfully unchallenging Glasgow subway.

Lady brains are the best for working in nuclear engineering. Sorry, I don’t make the rules

Saw a rainbow in Milngavie today.

Scott Adams told me on Twitter that I have a "lady brain" and refused to believe that I worked in nuclear engineering. That's his legacy.

Went to Edinburgh today to visit Dana's extended family and they kept giving me different kinds of whisky. The Ard Beg was good, and the one from Campbelltown. I'm too drunk to remember the rest.

Dana's family is so stereotypically Scottish that this is their backyard.

Here's the Wallace Monument itself, in case anyone hasn't seen it.

I can see the Wallace Monument out of the skylight in this Italian restaurant in Stirling.