Old new, because it's after 1700. The old old ooooold ooooooooooold one goes back to 6th century at least.
Thursday, 17 August 2017
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
OK, one more from Sunday. And one for Kim.
Kylemore Abbey.
The date Denis died was 18th of March, 1825. So DOB 1755.
Monday, 14 August 2017
Crann Óg Island.
Crannog Island. Crann Óg. Young tree island.
A Crann Óg is a man made island or a rocky outcrop from water extended by man.
Taken yesterday.
A Crann Óg is a man made island or a rocky outcrop from water extended by man.
Taken yesterday.
Saturday, 12 August 2017
A pesky 1st world problem
Lately I bought a lovely dinner set, consisting of crisp cream 11 inch dinner plates with blue and black banding on every third in the place setting. The problem is I now have to figure out how to stack the dishwasher.
With my old miss-matched plates everything sorta worked. But now, no, some are coming out WORSE than they went in. For even with the washing if they don't clean the drying at the end BAKE'S the flecks onto the plates requiring a good hours soaking.
Like I said 1st world issues.
With my old miss-matched plates everything sorta worked. But now, no, some are coming out WORSE than they went in. For even with the washing if they don't clean the drying at the end BAKE'S the flecks onto the plates requiring a good hours soaking.
Like I said 1st world issues.
Sunday, 6 August 2017
Faith, Hope, Belief and Innocence
A few weeks ago we had a power outage here in Tipperary. Not the entire county, but a goodly skelp of it. Ohh, a skelp is that bit of wood that spalls off a log when you miss the strike when splitting them.
Anyway, there I was in cone of light and in range of the hiss off a camping gas lamp, reading a book I had on my shelves since I bought it in 2006. The book, is The Great War for Civilisation, The conquest of the Middle East, by Robert Fisk, published Harper Perennial. And it was as you'd expect for a book about a war zone.
The thing is, I've been reading Fisk since I encountered him in the UK Independent newspaper when I lived in London. And was in need of a non partisan paper that wasn't affiliated to one political section of another. So I knew he'd lived as the Middle East Corespondent in Beirut since the early 80s. And I've read innumerable articles he's written, from the border wars between Israel and her neighbours, to the attacks on refugee camps. His interviews with the politicians from Morocco to China and Togo to Samarkand and Dushanbe. And the first with bin Laden.
But in the intro to his book he made a point about how he could keep going and keep doing as he did in an area of almost unspeakable horror and that was he kept his innocence.
Not the innocence of the child, but that of a man who believes in his own and therefore the humanity of others.
You see since we entered the latest economic crisis we've seen here in the West a savagery and a targeting of the poor like we've not seen since the early 19th century. And why, in order to keep a set of book looking good. Remember, across the west, with the possible exception of Canada and Australia we've had the 'notional' printing presses running overtime. But there is no press, no cash as such, nope, these are transfers, virtual in the old meaning, and in theory stabilizing the system. Again it must be remembered it's not the social system we're on about but the money system.
My problem, and how I was thinking about it, was since 2008 so called Liberals have been running the majority of the main economies, those whom in theory should have a grasp if not a grip on just how their policies were affecting people. But it seemed they had become sooo tied up in their own political thought experiment that nothing else mattered. And so Trump, and Brexit. But other seemingly self destructive democratic decisions. All this left me bemused. Eventually to drift into a place where I stopped thinking about people, for in trying to understand how systems operated I was thinking like them. Systems have a senseless savagery.
So there I was in that cone of light with the hiss off the propane gas nozzle being transformed back to a place where I could process and come out the other side.
Anyway, there I was in cone of light and in range of the hiss off a camping gas lamp, reading a book I had on my shelves since I bought it in 2006. The book, is The Great War for Civilisation, The conquest of the Middle East, by Robert Fisk, published Harper Perennial. And it was as you'd expect for a book about a war zone.
The thing is, I've been reading Fisk since I encountered him in the UK Independent newspaper when I lived in London. And was in need of a non partisan paper that wasn't affiliated to one political section of another. So I knew he'd lived as the Middle East Corespondent in Beirut since the early 80s. And I've read innumerable articles he's written, from the border wars between Israel and her neighbours, to the attacks on refugee camps. His interviews with the politicians from Morocco to China and Togo to Samarkand and Dushanbe. And the first with bin Laden.
But in the intro to his book he made a point about how he could keep going and keep doing as he did in an area of almost unspeakable horror and that was he kept his innocence.
Not the innocence of the child, but that of a man who believes in his own and therefore the humanity of others.
You see since we entered the latest economic crisis we've seen here in the West a savagery and a targeting of the poor like we've not seen since the early 19th century. And why, in order to keep a set of book looking good. Remember, across the west, with the possible exception of Canada and Australia we've had the 'notional' printing presses running overtime. But there is no press, no cash as such, nope, these are transfers, virtual in the old meaning, and in theory stabilizing the system. Again it must be remembered it's not the social system we're on about but the money system.
My problem, and how I was thinking about it, was since 2008 so called Liberals have been running the majority of the main economies, those whom in theory should have a grasp if not a grip on just how their policies were affecting people. But it seemed they had become sooo tied up in their own political thought experiment that nothing else mattered. And so Trump, and Brexit. But other seemingly self destructive democratic decisions. All this left me bemused. Eventually to drift into a place where I stopped thinking about people, for in trying to understand how systems operated I was thinking like them. Systems have a senseless savagery.
So there I was in that cone of light with the hiss off the propane gas nozzle being transformed back to a place where I could process and come out the other side.
Thursday, 27 July 2017
Finds
I've found lots of bit&pieces while out walking the hound. But this was one of the most unprepossessing finds at first look for it was buried but for a tip that glinted in the morning sun. Anyhoo's I unearthed it and soaked it in a basin when I got it home to loosen all the clay that encased it.
I was really quite surprised at what revealed itself out of the mud and rust.
It seems it's an American piece, a Leatherman, Wave, and most shocking, going for about $100. I have a piece like it and that was €20.
It's kinda amusing composing a back story for the tool, as it was for the Quarter Dollar I found earlier. Why it/they traveled to rural Tipperary. Were they lost, or jettisoned. Even were they cast for luck like in the Trevi to the god Neptune, only to some Celtic deity, Morrigon (Án Morrigú) perhaps, or even Mannanán.
I was really quite surprised at what revealed itself out of the mud and rust.
It seems it's an American piece, a Leatherman, Wave, and most shocking, going for about $100. I have a piece like it and that was €20.
It's kinda amusing composing a back story for the tool, as it was for the Quarter Dollar I found earlier. Why it/they traveled to rural Tipperary. Were they lost, or jettisoned. Even were they cast for luck like in the Trevi to the god Neptune, only to some Celtic deity, Morrigon (Án Morrigú) perhaps, or even Mannanán.
Thursday, 20 July 2017
Better ?, yes better.
I think this is by far and away better than Photoshop. These are Affinity Photo edits.
Monday, 17 July 2017
A good deed.
Found this man this morning when out walking my girl. He followed us to the car. I kept expecting to see his owner. But soon realised he was lost for he looked unfed for days.
I took him to Jessy's vet for we've had a chipping reg' for a few years now. But he had none.
The vet examined him and said he was fairly sound but for a infestation of mange mites. Which was the reason why he couldn't stay with me. So I went to the local dog home/shelter where they home rather than to the County dog pound where they kill after a week. He was very friendly, placid really. And Ohhh boy was Jess's nose out of joint when he was brought into the house to get showered.
Saturday, 8 July 2017
Das Boot.
Today was the first day I could get a go in the boat. And I can freely say I'm not inflatable boat people. It wasn't really fun at all. More a sphincter clenching trip.
Now don't get me wrong. It floated, after a fashion. And I didn't drown, or really even get wet truth be told. But I think I'll be getting a vessel that I can sit 'on' rather than semi 'under' the water. You see the instant you get in the thing sorta enfolds you and your arse projects as a kinda keel down below the bottom.
Maybe by Wednesday my thinking on it will see the fun slash funny side. Still I think any Saturdays entertainment that comes in under €50 isn't that bad at all.
Wednesday, 5 July 2017
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