so the writer of one of the most beautiful blogs i've ever seen has finally returned from his moving-to-dublin-induced hiatus! breaking out the happy dance ... :)
he had some gorgeous photographs here (click back three times, s'il te plait), and a link to possibly the funniest thing i've ever seen.
and this is lovely and makes me wish for a rainy day and hours to spend with my new zealand journals ...
You may have to look a little deeper for it these days, though, but I think the “real Dublin” is still very much there — aside from all the sights and monuments that every non-Irish person associates with Ireland (many of which, I suspect, exist more nowadays for other imports like me, than for anyone born and raised here) — but here, in the old alleys between the busy main streets, in the cracks between the cobblestones, in the twisting trees of St Stephen’s Green, in the soft salty roar of the “cold mad feary father,” in the freckled milk faces of the old and young, in the smells and the weary winks of Moore Street, in the bitter sinking heft of a pint of Guinness, in the way of both welcoming and questioning someone at the same time, in the sarcasm and in the quality of its silences, in every curse and shout as much as in every cloud parting over the perfect green hillsides of the Wicklow Mountains — I think the true stubborn and sublime spirit of Ireland endures, too deeply for any amount of American “cleansing” to scrub out so easily.
snooping through photoblogs all afternoon has me itching to start one of my own. i've set up a domain name and everything already, i just don't have any of the design work or the flag made yet. and i don't know how likely i am to take a shot every single day worth posting, either. maybe this summer that will change ...
heh, especially since I WILL BE INTERNING at new west with mark this summer.
ETA: they are playing baseball in the basement of the journalism building with a yardstick(the bat), the top of a desk that was stolen from the media law classroom (home plate), and a roll of toilet paper that keeps coming unravelled (the ball). have i mentioned lately that i love my life?
Comments