Although I'm not that big of a St. Patty's day celebrant, I do have a special place in my heart for Ireland.
During my senior year of high school, I had the opportunity to visit the Republic for about a week.
Let me reminisce for a moment ...
Ballybunion Beach at sunset
I capture the Cliffs of Moher's castle
A little cozy corner I found while on a walk
A crowded Dublin
The Ring of Kerry
I've always been fascinated with Ireland -- with the Troubles, the religious and political divide, the authors (raise your hand if you love James Joyce! and Oscar Wilde), the people, the coffee, the chocolate (Butler's Irish Creme Liquer, anyone?), the music (I could listen to Bill Whelan's Riverdance for days).
Happy St. Patrick's Day, all!
I leave you with the Pogues (a Christmas song -- but still, one of my favorite Irish songs):
It feels like my Thursdays have been rainy for quite a few weeks now.
This is the perfect workout for a rainy day (thanks, Maggie! I'm definitely going to feel this tomorrow)
This is the perfect meal for a rainy day (or, atleast, part of a perfect meal)
Here's how I made mine (and I'll tell ya later how it turned out): I threw 1 bag of split peas, 1 bag of chopped carrots, 4 cups of vegetable broth, 1 cup of water, 1 package of turkey bacon, and dashes of salt and pepper into the crockpot. I'm cooking it on high, and I'm hoping to enjoy it in the next 6 or so hours.
And, if I weren't reading "Yes, A T-Shirt" (an essay on visual rhetoric), my perfect rainy day reading would be a little bit of Flannery O'Connor (there's something about spring that makes me crave some O'Connor)
Everything That Rises Must Converge -- a book of short stories. Read it. You won't regret it. Maybe you could even skip straight to "The Lame Shall Enter First" -- a personal favorite.
Alrighty -- stay dry. Stay warm. Pray for sunshine.
Okay, so I don't have kids. And honestly, I hope that continues to be true for quite. some. time.
However, here in the next couple of months, I will have two (count 'em!) nephews. Maybe once the wedding crafts subside (or, erm, once the wedding is over), I can attempt to make these too-cute dragon tails as seen on Tatertots and Jello.
In the last two days, I have gotten to briefly see, touch, hold, smell (just kidding, you can't really smell them) two of my friends' kindles.
And I'm going to re-iterate what every other book lover who was on the verge of buying a Kindle has already said a million times: at first, I didn't like the idea of an e-reader.
Because, heck, I like to smell my books. And you sure can't smell an e-reader (or if you could, why would you want to?)
I am horribly behind on the times. Smart phone -- what's that? Cable television -- haven't had that for the past year. Netflix -- I haven't seen a good movie since they shut down the local Blockbuster.
Basically, I'm stuck in the 90s, and I'm not too keen on crawling out of it ...
... that was, until yesterday.
As a grad student, although my professors assign textbooks for us to purchase, the bulk of my reading comes in the form of PDF articles -- 15-20 page articles. Articles that glare at you if read on a computer screen. Articles that need to be printed.
I'm probably reading close to 10 articles a week.
That's close to 200pages of printing.
Those of you that consider yourselves green can start chuckling nervously right about now.
Apparently, though, amazon's Kindle allows you to upload PDF articles. Those articles, then, can be viewed on their easy-to-read screen. Those articles, then, can be underlined and otherwise defamed by my personal thoughts and opinions. Those articles, then, can be transported to class.
All of a sudden, the 21st century is lookin' real pretty.