1.04 We had but one full day dedicated to seeing Dublin. I know what you’re thinking, a totally American way to see Europe, but originally I’d designated the day we arrived as a sightseeing opportunity. Couldn’t have counted on Allison’s 1,000 hour layover in Rosslare (the core of hell, just wait for it) or… Read More travel bits from a tramp abroad: duo does dublin
dublin 24.5.2014 “I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a word of what I’m saying.” – Oscar Wilde “sphere within sphere” – arnaldo pomodoro trinity college, dublin old library, trinity college ditto street performers, shopping district (note American influence) lovely pubs everywhere natch lovely pubs, redux shopping… Read More photos: ireland (dublin)
dublin 23.5.2014 “When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served at all the pubs in Dublin.” – J.P. Donleavy ma approach, Christ Church Cathedral christ church cathedral vaulted the tile the glass understated tomb (knock, knock?) translating ireland –… Read More photos: ireland (dublin)
1.03 By the time Allison arrived in Dublin she had to chip the ice off me. She’s been studying abroad in Swansea, Wales since January; this was a much more mature young woman. As the trip went along she became mother figure and I her child. She was the Expert of All Things. She… Read More travel bits from a tramp abroad: the meet-up
dublin 23.5.2014 “When I came back to Dublin I was court marshaled in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.” – Brendan Behan the “floozie in the jacuzzi“ (a/k/a Anna Livia)
1.02 Connolly Station, Dublin is the smallest capital city rail station I’ve seen. Also, open air which means you freeze your arse off no matter where you sit. I don’t think Dublin wants you staying long in Connolly Station. I had hours to pass waiting for my daughter to arrive via ferry, then train… Read More Travel bits from a tramp abroad: Arrival
Today Joyce would have been 130. The prose that's thrilled an elite few, but baffles most, could – and surely would – today be given a pass as the senile ramblings of an ancient man: "- I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man's in most heart. – It does,… Read More Happy Birthday, James Joyce!
My hands were itching to talk books with you all week but my wishes were thwarted due to a Typepad glitch. Seems the goodly blogging platform had quite a taste for all things Bluestalking. Not only would it not let me save new posts, it ate the last two I wrote as well and of… Read More Bleak House, Various and sundry.