There are certain covers and remixes of songs that improve on the original. This is most definitely not one of them - it is rather funny though. "Enjoy"(?) Max Raabe's version of Sex Bomb performed with Das Palast orchestra.
(You'll need to let it (down)load)
Big thanks to Elly and George for an amazing meal on Sunday, but also introducing me to the La Musique de Paris Derniere collections. A very eclectic mix of covers and interpretations from different artists. I've had it on play since Sunday.
What do you reckon? Woeful or hysterical?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday Tune - the least sexy version ever
Congrats to those voted for the IIA Net Visionary awards!
What a list there is for the 2008 IIA Net Visionary Awards! Personally I'm delighted to see so many bloggers and supporters of the blogging and internet community getting a nod of recognition for their work.
Some of the many categories include:
Best Business Blogger
- Deborah Hadley: Spicendipity
- Karl Deeter: Irish Mortgage Brokers
- Michele Neylon: Blacknight Internet Solutions Blog
- Pat Phelan: Pat Phelan Dot Net
Best Business Podcaster
- Alex Gibson: Dublin City FM
- Aoife Mahon : RaboDirect
- Krishna De: One Ocean Group
- Mike Kelly: www.mikekellytv.com
Best Online Business Use of Irish
- Conn Ó Muineacháin: Edgecast Media for AnLionra.net
- Niall O'Driscoll: Lisbon Treaty Website
- Rónán Ó Caollaí: Gravitate for Gaelport.com
- Tom Fitzgerald: Bárd na nGleann for Litríocht.com
Best Online Financial Service
- Brendan Hughes: FBD
- Geoff Boyle: 123.ie
- Gerry Carron: Hibernian.ie
- Martin O’Leary: RaboDirect
Best Use of Social Media
- Marcus Mac Innes: Pix.ie
- Paul McAvinchey: YABOYA for Diddlyi
- Ronan Higgins: Locle
- Vincent Donnelly: Ten Percent Media for Movies.ie
- Bernie Goldbach: Thought Leader, and also teacher at Tipperary Institute
- Ciaran McCormack: FIS BookClub
- Paul Whelan: Lichens.ie
- Siobhán O'Connor: Schools Online Together Programme
Innovation Award
- Kieron Guilfoyle: 3V Transactions Services
- Niall Devine: MyCharity.ie
- Paul Walsh: Segala.com
- Ronan Farren: Brandmail Solutions
Journalist Award
- Deirdre McArdle: ElectricNews.net
- Emma Kennedy : Sunday Business Post
- Marie Boran: Silicon Republic
- Niall Kitson: PC Live
Mobile Internet Innovation
- Ciaran Bradley: Sentry Wireless
- David Barrett: AntiDis - iPhone Train Timetable
- Johnny Beirne: Downloadmusic.ie
- Pat Phelan: Twitterfone.com
Internet Marketer
- Andrew Jenkinson: vStream Digital Media
- Jennifer Curtin: Newsweaver
- Michele Neylon: Blacknight Solutions
- Mick Dillon: CarsIreland.ie
Internet Entrepreneur
- David Lenahan: polldaddy.com
- Derek Quinn: MovieExtras.ie
- Kieron Guilfoyle: 3V Transactions Services
- Michele Neylon: Blacknight
Congrats one and all. Now what you can do please is head on over to the IIA website to vote. Every vote counts, and all that stuff!
Twenty Major decides to stop blogging
One of my favourite bloggers who has not only consistently poured out some memorable and provocative posts has decided to give it a rest. Goodbye Twenty Major.
His goodbye-for-now post is here.
I may not have understood, agreed with or even "got" some of his posts, but I always clicked on the feedreader when I saw a new post and I liked snooping around some of his old stuff as well. The puns were awful, the posts crafted with talent and I rarely left the blog without a smile.
He was also a good source of help and information about blogging and the community if I ever asked. I appreciated his support and am genuinely a bit sad to have read it tonight. Mulley put it quite well on Twitter but even better in this post, especially about Twenty's contribution to uncompromising blogging in his own style, something he should be admired for.
Twenty, thanks for the laughs, the outrages and above all the thought that there's still a bar like Ron's somewhere in Dublin. If I see you out, I'll buy you a pint.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday cheerlinking
There's a lot of links worth cheering this week: 
I'll start this bout by saying a very well deserved congratulations to Krishna, Ken and Bernie for all their great work at Podcamp Ireland. A fuller post is on the way, but in the meantime you can check out photos from the official Pix.ie group.
(click for bigger. Thanks AJ)
Well done to the Irish bloggers mentioned in the Guardian this weekend.
The next big blogger event is this Saturday's EU conference.
Congratulations to Daragh and Conor Prendergast who did a great job in a terrible segment on last Friday's Late Late. Here's the live blog we contributed to.
If you haven't already, please check out the inspiring Catherine's great Homepages Project that could really make a difference to the lives of people affected by homelessness this Christmas.
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Continuing the photo theme, check out this amazing shot from the Clare Glens by Photos and Ponderings.
There's also great shots of Lisa Hannigan, whose recent concert in Letterkenny Stel seems to have really enjoyed.
Riemann has this brilliant shot from the Ploughing Championships in Kilkenny:
While Mark Walsh shares a note from school he's found - it reads a bit like a love note...
Meanwhile, Lilli defines what holiday snaps can be. I'm envious.
"Is it the undeniable air of manliness he emits? Is it those eyes like two cystal clear pools of blue? Is it a sophisticated sense of humour, full of wit and satire? Is it that thing he has that just makes you smile?"
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Geraldine Moorkens Byrne injects a little bit of hope with her poem Recessive gene
"We're going back in timeWhile the helpful folk over at No Nonsense insurance wants to help us save €1,000 by going "no frills"
back to the 80s,
back to the time
when pennies counted ...
If we are lucky,
lack of money, lack of choice
fear and the opening of chasms
giddy depths visible for once
beneath well shod feet,
might breed
compassion; might shake
loose our comfortable bigotry,
might feed something
unnourished by wealth."
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DELIGHTED to hear from State that Rodrigo y Gabriela are releasing another live album soon. Their Live in Manchester and Dublin album is one of my absolute favourites.
Plus, if you're looking to catch up with what's happening in Irish music, Guesslist.ie do a weekend round-up which makes me sound somewhat like I know what I'm talking about.
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I'm thrilled to read today about the launch of bright one,
"a communications agency aimed at charities, non-profits and social enterprises, run by volunteers from the industry who want to broaden their communication’s experience and use their expertise for social good."I met Founder Ben Matthews at the Shine and 2gether conferences and doubt there's a more committed and professional guy to run such an agency. They're looking for volunteers. to help out. Check out some of the benefits of getting involved.
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Speaking of launches, I see the lovely Julie-Anne at Curious Tales has launched a new-look site and range, including jackets. She's going to be showing at the upcoming Belfast Fashion Week - best of luck JA!
Staying in the fashion scene, I've always had a taste for a girl in a cape.
And thank you for the dance lessons, ladies. Much appreciated :)
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It looks like I'm with d@\/e in breaking most of the ten commandments already. I wonder do posts like this one break number 8?
My favourite happy blogger shares some good news.
Yvonne shares some excellent tips about overcoming writer's block and procrastination. I suffer from both regularly so this has really helped.
Eileen Bennett has written possibly the best "About me" section I've read anywhere on a blog recently.
Martin Dwyer never met Paul Newman.
I'm very amused by the Mattias Inks really useful tattoos
I'm also pretty happy after watching this video found by Ruth E Babes
If only the internet were really this simple, eh?
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Finally - and it's something I tell people all the time - never underestimate what a kind word, a smile or even a casual conversation outside of a pub can do. I recently asked LMS what inspired her. She came back with this.
If that's not a link worth cheering, I don't know what is.
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Cheerlinking - cheerleading without the pompoms! :o)
As always, if there's any other links worth cheering that you've spotted out there, please do share :)
She came home to meet my parents
I'd met her in a crowded room.
Beforehand, I never really thought I could have someone like her in my life. To be precise, I'd never envisage it because I wouldn't presume it could happen. Before I'd ever met her, I knew about her. Her name would come up in different circles, among new friends I was making, in discussions I was having.
Everyone who knew and knew of her cared deeply about her. She was obviously someone out of my league, in a different circle, someone I could only admire from afar. She didn't know a thing about me. Why would she?
On the recommendation of someone I had trusted for a while, I started to read some of her writing. I was only flirting with the idea of blogging but had issues about finding my own voice, the subject matter important to me and how to balance the personal and professional side, giving due attention to both.
Her stories came highly recommended - she was widely acknowledged as someone with the ability to use the right words at the right time. She had an art to composing her posts, which, though personal was accessible, something to connect with. I felt I had an insight into a life I'd never lead.
Truth be told, I was nervous about meeting her at all. She had a loyal set of followers who would jump to her aid if she needed it, or defence on the rare occasion it might seem prudent. She was prolific, uncompromising in her style and well respected in a community I felt I was peering through the fence at, longing to be able to join in the fun.
Yes, fine, she was only a person, but she was a person doing well what I desperately wanted to, but didn't feel confident enough to. It was irrational, but I tended to be tongue-tied in front of anyone I thought was great, no matter what the reason, and I normally left a not-as-good-as-it-could-be impression.
I knew she'd be in the bar that night - I sat with friends having a pint, wondering how I'd react when I finally saw her in person, as shy and gauche as I felt. I masked it, feigning confidence, bravado and my usual manic niceness. Still though, in the quiet moments my knees knocked. What impression was I making?
As soon as she appeared she was surrounded by her friends, her admirers. I desperately wanted to be able to go speak to her as an equal, as someone I could confidently approach. Instead I knew all I'd do was gush in admiration, while fearing the rebuff I deserved for not being part of the group. "Who are you?" was the question I, in my naivety, dreaded.
However, as the night went on, emboldened by drink and the convivial atmosphere, I ventured shyly over to make a proper introduction and say hello. She was in a good mood and I seem to have caught her at the right time, though those with her were obviously puzzled by this over enthusiastic and slightly strange person coming over to almost worship at their companion's feet.
Afterwards, I was puzzled by my hesitance - she was as lovely as I'd thought she'd be. How could she not be? I came away elated, though sure that I'd be only one of the many people she'd encounter that night. I thought she'd forget me.
But she didn't forget.
When I began my own blogging - stepping away from the sidelines and venturing in to kick the ball to the others, she encouraged and supported me. Her advice was always welcome, her challenge to me to keep going, to improve and to do like she did - promote, educate, entertain. As any relationship starts, it stared with a smile, a shared joke, a connection and as it deepened we both developed it to our benefits.
We'd meet up when we could. It wasn't always practical due more to geographical than personal circumstances but an email I'd sent almost cheekily chancing my arm became a reality I hadn't expected. We met of all places in a drive-thru McDonalds before sharing a coffee and a chat in my kitchen. She likes to remind me in front of her friends that I asked her to strip and change clothes on the first time in my house. Can't blame a guy for trying!
We'd connected. We shared a sense of divilment, of laughter and an appreciation of the simple joy of being able to walk around somewhere like Dublin Castle, the Chester Beatty library or the city centre. Our first meal together was interrupted by Gerry Adams and Mary Lou McDonald.
We each encountered old friends while out. Our affinity was evident, our mutual affection a source of smiles. No one openly questioned us, though obviously seemed surprised someone like her would choose to be with me. I didn't care, I was happy. We were friends.
When times got serious with my health recently she again surprised me with both great solace and practical guidance. She remembered hospital appointments, days the results were due and texted me on both. I was consistently impressed and elated she'd choose to spend her thoughts on me, despite having so much else on. Friends I've had for years weren't as considerate. She taught me a lot.
This weekend we ended up in the same place, near enough to my home town. Throughout the day I hadn't much chance to speak with her - brief encounters between commitments or conversations were all we had. It came time to go home. I wasn't sure when I'd see her again and I knew I'd miss her. So on a bit of a whim I interrupted the conversation she was having with her driving companions and said "How'd you like to stay overnight in my home and meet my parents?"
My parents are important to me. I consistently tell people that they'd never know the real me and my origin without meeting them first. It's practically the separation between acquaintances and friends. I didn't know how they'd react to me calling to say "do up my bed, please" for a woman they'd never heard of, never mind met before, but they're used enough to me now to know that it's only the important-to-me people I'd choose to inflict on them introduce them to.
There was a moment's silence after I asked her, then she burst into laughter, asking me to repeat it to her most trusted friend. "What would people think?" she laughed. I smiled along, though with fingers crossed, and realising it might not be the most opportune time, left her to discuss the idea with those around her. I rang me dad - "no problem, I'll do that" he said, without asking who or why. I suppose he was a bit surprised to hear someone else was coming, Niamh already spending the weekend but he chose not to ask.
"I'm all set" she said with a smile, as we bade goodbye to her companions, them nudging and winking to comic effect. "You're all right, she's on the pill" was roared at me across the room, turning me a deeper shade of crimson than the carpet I was standing on. Still, I knew I'd be expected to be on my best behaviour. And sure why wouldn't I be? After a meal and a drink (or three) we set off on the 40 minute journey.
The conversation in the car was pleasant, if slightly strange. For some reason I felt the need to warn her not to expect too much. Again, this wasn't important to her - I think she knew I was inviting her to deepen the relationship, almost as testament to how I felt about her in my life.
We drove through the Kilkenny countryside in the darkness passing familiar landmarks, each evoking a memory I felt prompted to share. I was nervous. I talked too much.
As we pulled into the drive I felt the same nervousness as I did when I brought Aoife or Natalie home for the first time. What would she think? Would they be okay? Would I be?
It was almost 10pm when we arrived. As I opened the side gate to let Niamh and her in, Lucky came out, tail wagging to greet the newcomer. The kitchen lights were on, my parents ready to greet the guest, to say hello to my friend, whoever they were.
"Hello", I said as I opened the door, "how's you?" I turned to her. "Welcome to my home. These are my parents" and to my parents I said, almost sounding ceremonious or scripted "I'd like you to meet a dear friend of mine. This is Marie."
And that's how Grannymar came to my home this weekend and met my parents.
We had a lovely time.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Paul Newman RIP
Just reading about the reported death of a hero of mine, actor, philanthropist, business enrepreneur and gentleman, Paul Newman.
Image from here.
Paul Newman started the Hole in the Wall camps, of which Barretstown is one of the only European ones - the history is here. He was a man of remarkable acting ability, of empathy for children with serious illnesses and was someone I admired very very much.
May he rest in peace.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Can you advise a blogger?

What three things would you advise someone about blogging? Whether it's content, design, style, technical, tagging or tone, your advice would be appreciated.
I'm leading an open conversation at Podcamp Ireland today:
Darragh Doyle on “How Do You Do - Advice For Blog Beginners”There are some expert speakers and attendees I'm looking forward to meeting up with and hearing today. Check out the Podcamp Ireland website for full details of the day.
Darragh invites you to an open conversation and collaborative session where bloggers of all levels are asked to share 3 pieces of advice/tips that they have learned from blogging.
All advice will be compiled during the day and made available for distribution to beginners and experts alike.
I'm typing this in the car on the way. Mobile broadband rocks.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Shame on the residents of Pearse House
While I appreciate the lighter side of Dublin and of people, the strange, the sarcastic, the misspelled and the malformed, I find it incredibly difficult to ignore the traces of the darker side of things.
Not just the junkies, the beggars, the racism or the dilapidation which are deplorable by themselves, but the sadness, the melancholy and the helplessness that tends to permeate the non latte drinking, metro reading, 9 to 5 office bound section of society.
I think it's my awareness of this that makes me seek refuge in humorous graffiti, street art and expression, attempting to accentuate the positive while the negative runs riot, sticking its middle finger up at the attempts to ignore it and screaming loudly to both announce its presence and remind itself it exists. Head down and iPod loud, I do my best to evade it.
And then, every so often, I'll run across things like this - stuck to a wall on the walk beside the Luas tracks - that will rise up, slap me in the face hard and make me realise that my refuge is temporary, that my ignorance is self delusion at best and that Dublin city can be a sad, sad place.
I can only imagine the frustration, anger and ire of the person or people who composed this and while I don't know the story, I can only imagine what fear and desperation prompted them to stick this on a wall for people to read.
From what's remaining, the text is as follows:
"SHAME ON THE RESIDENTS OF PEARSE HOUSEIf it's real, then why is this allowed to happen? Why have things gotten to the stage where they have to resort to a shaming campaign? If it's not, then why is this poster allowed to remain for, based on its wear and tear, a considerable time? Surely a smear campaign cannot be tolerated either? Who should most feel ashamed?Great praise and admiration for the girl [unreadable] come forward and expose [unreadable] what he is and capable of [unreadable]. Their courage is to be admired.
- Shame on the residents to allow child rapist _______ _____ to continue to live among you
- Shame on you to allow him live with a young mother and her two little girls
- Shame on _______ _____ to allow this evil pedophile access to her two little babies
- Shame on the father of these children who allows this rapist and pedophile to sleep under the same roof as them
- Shame on her mother to allow her grandchildren to be exposed to this monster
- Shame on the young men of Pearse House for not standing up and doing what their parents are afraid to do
- Shame on the people that still befriend him
- Shame on the local publicans that are still serving him
- Shame on the political representative in the area for ignoring the actions of this filthy scum
- Shame on the gardai for dragging their heels in [unreadable] appropriate steps to protect these children
- Shame on the local HSE or their r [unreadable]
FROM
Concerned Parents of Yo [unreadable]"
What do people do when they feel they're not being listened to? Where can they go? How do they share their stories? What of those that we never hear?
Any port in a storm, eh?
Outside the Screen Cinema on Hawkins street:
It reads
"For ________ __________but just under the name, the bit I really love is where someone wrote:
GET YOUR OWN MAN YOU EVIL COW!!
SLUT" and some other stuff.
"Whats her number?"Always on the lookout, eh?
(I promise I'll get back to posts otherthan photos, but some are just too funny-and-strange-to-me not to share.)
C'mon, own up. Who has it? Turn out your pockets.
Honestly, the things that go missing sometimes! If you find it, do let them know...
(O' Connell Street, Dublin, this afternoon)
(I kinda wonder what the story was really about. Anyone?)
Tuesday Tune - I like it like that
Fan of the Odeon Cinema chain in the UK will recognise this one - it's almost the Odeon theme music. They use a sample of it before each film. I love the Cuban vibe it evokes. The joy in the singer's voice - Pete "El Conde" Rodriguez - is evident.
(You'll need to let it (down)load)
Every time I sat in the cinema and this played, I got a shiver of anticipation, especially if I was really looking forward to the film. I don't think it's possible to listen to it and still be in a bad mood afterwards.
Do you?
Wake up cooking lesson
Porridge.
It's one cup oatflakes
to three cups of milk
and NOT the other way around.
I knew something wasn't right.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday cheerlinking
It's a beautiful Monday here in Dublin. Some links worth cheering:
Naomi introduces who she is with some fantastic photos. I'm somewhat in awe at her talent.
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CONGRATULATIONS:
A very dear friend got great news on Friday after being worried for weeks. I can only imagine the relief. Still, I imagine she found ways to celebrate over the weekend }:o)
Happy 30th birthday to Poetry Ireland.
A (belated) happy 5 year anniversary to John and Paula. Lovely post and portrait photo here.
Also congrats to Rick who has a new nephew.
And also new (to blogging at least) is Whoopsadaisy, found with other blogging newcomers over at The Blog Pound. Found that remote yet?
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I do not like Travor's new mouse. Still, he's got some quality photos up, including a great reason to have kids. Erm.
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Good luck tonight AJ! I won't be around to see the Apprentice but I look forward to reading what's gone on.
Also good luck to the charmingly named PheasantFukker, who has put together a challenging list of 40 things to do before he turns 40.
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My laugh out loud post of the day so far has been Nelly's cross words about Castro.
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I also laughed at Susan's address:
#1 Myarse StreetShe's looking for "good read-aloud books for a special-needs 9-year-old boy in love with cars, trains, horses..." so if you can help, please leave her a comment.
Wee Village
County Cavan
FE1 CK2
Republic of Ireland
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A wee chuckle at the memories. Tommy - 14 - finds out the age old lesson of black shoes for cutting grass
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I'm liking the adventures of a daisy from Lucy. "It is a long way from the train tracks of Ballybrophy, from where she was plucked."
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Ever wonder what President of Ireland Mary McAleese gets up to daily? Here's an example of a typical day. Gosh, we must have a lot of High court judges...
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Brilliant resource for marketers and students - a list of the top 250 PR, Media, Marketing and Advertising blog posts from a lot of sources. Top class thinking from the professionals.
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I'm meeting Green Ink and Katie and Ailbhe for the first time on Wednesday, as we join a group of other bloggers at Scoopy scoopy dog dog. Or someone like that. I'm looking forward to it!
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London is a beautiful city by night. Check out some of these amazing pictures.
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Finally, Top Gear is coming to Dublin and you can win tickets over on Today FM's website. There's also some details over on RDSTickets.com
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Cheerlinking - cheerleading without the pompoms! :o)
If there's any other links worth cheering that you've spotted out there, please do share :)
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Irish blogger hairstyles yearbook
See this sort of thing is (a) why people shouldn't send me links and (b) why insomnia is a curse. Yes indeed, late last night with the first photo I could find, I yearbooked myself...
I quite like this one from 1956
though this one - 1988 - is quite worringly accurate for what could happen
But what about other bloggers? Would the hairstyles suit? I took the photos I could find, did a bad job at adding them and here are the results...
Ben in 1970
and then 1976
had a hairstyle like David
who in 1984
had missed Anthony's style by two years
but did resemble Andrew's
which isn't that far off Darren's 1980 do
who in 1988
shared a similar look to AJ
who, in 1964
looked a tad like Sean in 1970
Rick looked somewhat similar
though cleaned up in 1996
like Darren did in 2000
following Davy Mac's lead from 1956.
Two years later Niamh had this hairstyle
and Lottie had this one in 1964
though they changed in 1984
and in 2000 respectively
Is the new hairstyle anything like this?
(I'm going to be killed)
It's all over on www.yearbookyourself.com - an American site with remarkable viral appeal, working on selling fashions from contemporary brands and stores. I'm not sure if it's more fun trying others or yourself....
And the image that will haunt me forever but God knows if I didn't do it, someone else will...
Go on, be brave. What's your yearbook photo like?
Sunday Pintsecrets
On a somewhat recent photowalk thanks to Pix.ie around Dublin's Guinness Storehouse , I spotted this wall of messages.
Visitors were invited to grab a card and add it to the wall. Most had only appeared that week and no doubt there have been many new sets since. I found it a fascinating glimpse into creativity, thoughts and days in a Dublin building. Here are some of the many I liked.
I'm not too sure about this one... Hasn't she been to Kilkenny?
Got to love the memes...
My favourites - these two, especially the last one.

What cards did you like?
The Guinness Storehouse is open 9.30am to 5pm and there's a 10% entry discount on tickets through their website. There's a great photography competition called 'Share your experience' with a chance to win digital photo frames or €1,000!
Friday, September 19, 2008
A to Z of Soundcheck last night
A for the ape
B for the beer
C is for cocktails, not very dear
D is for DJ's
E is for ear
F for the frillies
which on Darren looked queer
G for the grooving
H for hanky-panky
I for inhalation making Darren look manky
J for the jamming
K for the knickers
L is for Lottie
and all of the liquors
M for the movin'
and for Mulley
and me
N just for Niamho (new hairstyle, you see)
Oh for Oh dear god, what's going on in the dark
P and Q for Peter and Marie, the strange Quark
R for the Rickmeister
S for the Streets
T for the technology bringing us the beats
U for unique (and crazeee) Unarocks
V for vampirism
W for Darren's Dr Who socks
X for x-rated
Y for the yelling
and Z for the Zzzzzz
and that's all I'm telling!
Legend night. Most of the links to what people have been saying are included above. Big shout out to the lovely Alexia for organising, and to Maxi, Sinéad and Mar whom it was a pleasure to meet for the first time, not to mention seeing Redmum and Suzy who joined us for a pint and of course the lovely Deb with our knickers supplier...
Let's do that again!
Thoughts and learnings in Dublin yesterday
- Culchies still refer to the Spire as The Spear
(Overheard phone conversation on the 39)
- Pat Ingoldsby's new book will be out in around 4 weeks.
- A text message from someone thinking of you can make a huge difference to your day.
- Phonetic spelling will eventually overtake spelling things properly
CowardsPeople who would probably normally shy away from a camera seem to have no problem taking photos of the homeless asleep in the sun for their own amusement- Ted Talk podcasts are probably not the best soundtracks to a warm day in the city centre. Many live or unplugged albums on the other hand fit the bill quite nicely.
- The square in front of Central Bank would make a kick-ass ice skating rink. Seriously. Perfect location if you didn't have big barriers, scumbags, public liability and all that sort of stuff to deal with. People watching, skating and good music in your ears. Fantastic.
- Finding people in Dublin must be easy. Two junkies walking up from Temple Bar paused while one roared over to a crowd on the other side of the square - "Is there any wan over there that I know?" No reply, they walked on...
- Sometimes people in real life are actually better than how great you thought they were going to be before you met them.
- Keogh's do a damn fine cappuccino. Worth waiting for.
- Stephen's Green is a lovely place in the sunshine. Sitting there with a pretty girl makes it even better.
- "The difference between an average bartender and a good bartender comes down to personality. Anyone can be taught to pull a pint."
Conversation at the next table in Dakota.
All in all quite a great day. Hope yours was as good and that your weekend will be even better!
- Do you slag the method of communication you're not part of because you don't see the benefit of it, because you think it's stupid or because you're afraid that if you join in, no one will speak to you?
- Thisisnotashop has brilliant shutter art
- I'll probably never be a superstar DJ, not knowing most of these songs:
- My best friend is very much in love. Lucky bastids, the pair of them.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tattoo
I saw her across the crowded pub floor. To be honest I saw the tattoo first. It was striking, as was she. I had to say something.
Emboldened by Guinness, pint in hand I made stepped gingerly through the crowd and stood beside her, waiting until she finished talking to her friends before I started to speak. So I stood and waited.
"Hello" I said, eventually. "That's a great tattoo."
"Erm, thanks." she said, no doubt wondering who I was and what I wanted.
"I spotted it across the room and couldn't take my eyes off it." I said, master of that type of uncomfortable conversation. "Have you had it long?"
"A while." She said, no doubt hoping that was it, looking at her friends in hope of rescue.
"Well" I said, "It's brilliant. Can I take a photo? Would you mind?"
"Erm, I suppose so" she said, seeing as I already had the camera ready to go. She stood and I snapped.
"Thanks" I said, putting the camera away. "I'm impressed to see it as a tattoo. I love the design."
"Oh really?" she said, sounding as if she'd heard this particular line a hundred times before, "So you know it? I had it done from The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. You like the poem?"
A challenge? Bailemos!
"Ah" says I, "Really? There was me thinking it was inspired by Don Quixote by de Cervantes Saavedra. That's where I know it from."
"Oh?" she said.
"Yes" I said. "Funny. I carry the same one around on my keyring."
Not a bad end to the conversation at all, at all. Pity it's also the end to this post - I honestly don't know how to finish it. Any ideas?
Thursday tune
(You'll need to let it (down)load)
I reckon it's my liking of covers like this one by the Scala Choir that will never see me playing at Soundcheck.
The original is here. Bizarrely great, isn't it?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Naomi's Atomic Angels
I read this poem yesterday on a break from reading these three books.
I think it's clever, poignant and strangely appropriate to my current reading. It's by Naomi, whose MySpace is here.
Atomic Angels
When I was four
I asked my mother
"Where's God?"
"He's under the chair,"
she said, "everywhere."
So I lifted the cushion
and in the darkness
I saw.
Years later
I'm full
not empty.
If you ask me where to find God
I tell you
"under the chair"
I believe in no God
but feel that if there is one,
It must be everywhere.
I see oaks, churches of canopied ceilings,
green fresco es to make Old Masters weep.
Altars of basalt , cemented with clay,
Bricks, mortar...
all quiver with the song of atomic angels.
Daily bread is coloured tartrazine,
divine blood makes plastic bottles
labelled River Rock.
Relics like rosaries,
fashionable reverbations
of moonstone or common nickel
real holy artefacts
hewn from spirituality itself:
Awareness.
Read a Bible in the cerulean sky
or pensive clouds
of precognitive meteorological forecasts.
Tears litter the inky sky,
blinking eyes of satellites.
Blessed crosses map paths and junctions
life trails of humans
offer salvation
the whole world wide is your Friends List.
As for Darkness,
don't worry.
If there was God
It would live in black holes,
Under The Chair.
You bring the light
lifting the cushions
looking for answers.
Discussing it with me, Naomi wrote "... everything we touch, see and do is miraculous, even the clear plastic of a bottle that was refined from crude oil which was once carbon and biodegraded matter... if we are our own gods by creating miracles through science, those atoms are the spinning angels."
In many ways she's right. We have come so far, especially in Irish society, having been ruled by literal interpretation of the written word of those who used the figure of Jesus for their own power and dominance. We have far more power than ever before.
Yet, with all the scientific breakthroughs, the experiments, the advances and the progress, we still are reliant on things like love, a hug, a friend's company, a smile. The poem echoes my belief - God is where you look for God. Seek and you shall find.
Let's dance in the funky seomra to African drums
This Saturday evening, 20 September, Cultivate are opening up their great cathedral space in St Michaels and Johns, Temple Bar to become The Funky Seomra, a space "where you're free to dance anyway you like without limitations, to the lush beats of funky world music accompanied by live African drummers."
I don't have great photos but this may give you an idea of the size of the place:
Even better for a dancer with my raw talent two left feet they're promising that you can:
- Get energised, liberated and invigorated!
- Loosen tensions, release stress and move deeper within!
- Come to move and not care what others think!

The night, from 7.30 to midnight is organised by David Mooney, a guy who seems to know what he's talking about when he says that dance is good for you. Interestingly (and this is where I may lose you) the night is alcohol and drug free. There's also not much chance of a cramped, overcrowded dance floor or a Sunday morning hangover.
There's live African drumming on the night, with organic snacks and chocolate treats. There's a smoothie bar, a chai and specialist tea bar and a chill out zone for when the dancing gets too much.
It's open to everyone and is one of the four before the end of the year. Fun and funky and different - a nice alternative for a Saturday night.
Tickets are €15 or €10 for Cultivate members and the unemployed and you can find out more information here. Hope to see you there!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Dublin Streets on the decks at Soundcheck
DJ'ing at SoundCheck in Spy, South William Street (map) this Thursday with others are the creative and friendly duo behind one of the most fashionable blogs in Ireland, Dublin Streets.
Andrea and Matt promise to share "the joy of their musical tastes. Being highly experienced DJ's (ahem), attendees on the night are in for a musical treat... or at least a laugh." 

Their blog though is not about "fashion", they told me when I met them, it's not about labels and trends and the must have from Oasis or Top Shop, it's about style. Individual style and personality. Something Dublin seems to have lots of.
Walking around the centre of Dublin at any time now, I've become more aware of people putting clothes together in unique-and-stylish ways. My reaction ranges from "I'd never wear that" to "I'd never have thought of that", and I can't help but admire people with the sense to pick clothes to reflect who they are.
If I'm not in shirt and pants, it's jeans and a jumper. Shopping for clothes like waistcoats, cardigans, hats, colours that aren't black, blue or grey doesn't even occur to me. I'm comfortable in the clothes I have because I'm both a bit resistant to change and I haven't got the necessary fashion sense.
"But", says Andrea, "that's not unusual. The Irish are breaking away from the "I should wear" and going with the "I want to wear" or "I'll try that" mode. People are only growing into becoming stylish, It ranges from outrageous to nicely done, displaying garments you'd never expect. There's a difference between cheap clothes and affordable outfits". They've certainly got an eye for it, with some very individual photos of the people they snapped.
More and more I'm beginning to understand that choosing a creative wardrobe is a talent born both from self-reliance and financial independence. Most of the clothes I had when young were either good quality hand me downs or Dunnes finest. Nothing wrong with either, it just meant that I was happy enough to wear the clothes that were bought for or given to me.
Moving to Dublin and post seminary I bought shirt and tie for the office and then back to jeans and rugby shirts at weekends. Barretstown started a hoodie phase and now it's a bit of a mix of whatever I have ready.
The people both on the Dublin Streets blog - "Dublin Street Style. Stuff we like. On the Streets of Dublin" - and on the streets of Dublin seem different though. Maybe it's more Temple Bar clothes shops, more money, more freedom and more people to compare to. I have no doubt after my own travel in Europe that the Irish have had a distinctly conservative way of dressing and the fact that the Dublin Streets blog was inspired by Matt and Andrea's visits to Berlin seems to back that assumption up.
"We always check out the style blogs there, to track what people are wearing and also to see what to do while we're there because they always feature club nights... We just found there was a lack of representation of the innovative fashion that's happening in Dublin" said Matt in a recent Sunday Tribune interview. It's at the launch of their photo exhibition, Shoot Me, in the Bernard Shaw, supported by Genius.ie that we've met.
"We have loads of pictures on our site that some people might hate and think 'You're trying too hard' whereas they're actually not and they're just wearing the clothes that they like although it's not necessarily the norm.Another feature of their blog I love is their eye for street art and graffiti, one I share but don't post enough of. In fact it's through the 3D I Love Lamp post that I've got the courage to say hello. I'm slightly in awe of people who can pack a venue and organise such cool events, including a collaboration with Maser, one of the best street artists I know of, someone's whose art never fails to make me smile. They're doing what they do very well indeed.
It's about starting conversations and getting people to open their minds.... It's just someone who's doing something different or who happens to be wearing something interesting."

Anyway, back to tomorrow night. What can we expect? Well, according to their Facebook Group Page, they say
"Rick O'Shea is after us. We're pretty sure we are going to whip his ass. What does he think he is, a bonefied DJ or something?"They then sent me a link to this video earlier, a song I haven't heard in years. Unique, unusual, provocative, fun - terms as applicable to the two lovely people I met as much as their blog and hopefully their playlist. I look forward to saying hello again and jiving along.
If you're around, please do come. We'll be there (possibly throwing underwear) and you'll be welcome. Say hello!
Tuesday Tune - my theme song?
Raptureponies is asking what your theme song is over on The Blog Pound. For me, it's that tune that comes to you in the happy moments, in the moments you need cheering up or the one you find yourself humming walking down the road or on the bus, much to the amusement of those around you.
My iPod goes practically everywhere with me - I'm far more likely to have that than, say, my bank card or passport. However, as many songs as I have on it, I don't have this one. I'm not sure why, but it's the one that came to me when I read her question today.
I worry sometimes that it's an indication of a subconscious need for friends as validation, rather than me just thinking it's a good tune, but still I come back to it time and again. I have great friends, and yes, it's them I'm normally thinking of when I'm bopping along to this tune.
Andrew Gold - Thank you for being a friend.
Mildly embarrassing? Yes, especially it being the theme tune of The Golden Girls, but hey, it makes me smile, each and every time.
What's your theme song? Head on over to tell Raptureponies!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Monday cheerlinking
Some links worth cheering:
Her daddy's a successful Irish crime novelist and daughter Lilyput has to be one of the cutest bloggers I've ever seen. Declan Burke (ol Sillyput) has to be a happy man - over 1,000 blog posts, his book about to be released in the USA and a beautiful daughter. Aww.
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Parents are proud in the blogopolis. Faoiseamh is another proud parent and Steph's pride and happiness for Robin is just beaming from her blog.
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Found via the lovely Ina o Murchú, who found it via Eirepreneur, who is Sungha Jung and why isn't he a superstar? This twelve year old guitar player from Korea is amazing to watch. I've always thought I should have devoted time to that instrument rather than the piano - far more portable for one.
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Isn't this photo great?
The girls will love:
Lilli Forberg takes amazing photos of the beautiful people. Her profile shots are fantastic, really bringing out the eyes and structure of the faces. One day I'll be in one, one day. When I'm beautiful... (yes that's a compliment invitation, dammit ;o))
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People are inviting people to dinner. And they're taking showers and baths with stolen milk (apparently). I'm waiting for the photo in the Anna Livia statue...
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Speaking of milk, best of luck at college in Galway, B'dum! Glad the milk will stay fresh anyhow.
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Pink for October Ireland is live. Well done Will, fair play for sticking at it. Not sure what I'll do yet, but I'll try something out!
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Barretstown Bandanas are now available in Xtra-vision stores. They're hoping to raise €150,000 this year, and it's for a very worthy cause.
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Also in charity, check out Donna's Comfort Doll project. I want (to make) one, though hasn't Bono put on a bit of weight? ;o)
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Blacknight have a great hosting package deal until the end of the month. Goodbye CGI errors and incomplete HTTP headers, hopefully!
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I'm liking Inkheart's best spam ever post, especially the security email address:
"Reply Through our security department. llysecurityagency@hotmail.fr"* - * - * - *
The lads in the US are playing the Irish card to get out of speeding tickets. I'll bet it's Anthony, keen to show off his new license. Sure bejaysis and begorrah!
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Scribbles is a bear, much liked by meself and Lette is now selling photos, ceramic replicas and more. Next pay day, promise!
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I'm loving Ciara on Kilkenny hurling -
"When you train for Kilkenny, you train with your hurl in your hand, the crest close to your heart, and you never stop moving."* - * - * - *
Finally, Maxi is now also barking with the other pups at the Blog Pound. God knows there'll be trouble.
Cheerlinking - cheerleading without the pompoms! :o)
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sea Sew Sunday
"... you don't know if I can draw at allI spent the day today in the company of a splishy, splashy, twirly, mellow, gentle, plinky, plonky, plunky, lyrical album that I've become very partial to. I think it will become an integral part of my soundtrack for the rest of the year.
or what records I am into
if I sleep like a spoon or rarely at all
or maybe you would do? maybe you would do..."

It would be nice to think that Lisa Hannigan may see the reviews of her first album, Sea Sew, some day. I'd like her to think of this particular blogger grooving in the kitchen today, elbows deep in sudsy water as I sing along to her words, swaying and sliding to the lyrics, lost in my own revelry, immersed in the melody of harmonium, the cello, the upright bass and guitar.
It provided an enchanting escape from the mundane tasks I was completing and sent the musical part of my brain into hyperdrive, while my feet moved along to their own pattern, part waltz, part glide, part just tapping along. I'm glad I was alone.
I also love the album sleeve itself. Printed on paper the little touches are personal and appropriate to the music, knitted as it was by her mother Frances, and stitched by Lisa herself.

Is it good? I think so. With 10 songs, nine written by herself, this provided a lovely soundtrack to a not-so-nice day. I recently saw her live and the album doesn't disappoint in capturing the unique sound of a group of musicians who, you can almost tell, have an intimate knowledge of their instruments and what would suit each song, as well as having fun doing so.
I don't know - the track I quote above - is my favourite so far, its upbeat percussion and violin and cello sounds working with the trumpet and glockenspiel (I think it is) to give something to at the very least click your fingers along to. The lyrics are just wonderful - among the happiest I've read or heard in quite a while.

There's also songs like Venn diagram, Teeth and Courting Blues that seem to be deeply personal, the lyrics emerging like waking memories - the type that surface in conversations with friends. Splishy Splashy, dedicated to Mic Christopher, is a lovely creation, and if its a tribute, you'd imagine he must be smiling.
It's the simplicity of the lyrics, secondary to the sound of her voice, a beautiful instrument in harmony with the others that makes each line special - something as simple as "a note, penned clumsily in this century's type-ruined hand, saying gone down to the shops for a walk" somehow seems like we're reading her diary, a sentimental insight into this young woman's life, and it's almost a privilege to be allowed do so.

When we were buying the album, the surprisingly helpful young man in HMV Blanchardstown said, unprompted, to us "It's really good actually. I've had it on here today. It's not like Rice at all. It's much happier." and he's right. In fact the comparison is unfair, despite the association - this album is pretty unique, and completely hers. Whereas Rice's lyrics seem pain racked, harsh and emotionally raw, this is more an album to feel good with.
I don't mean it's happy clappy music, I mean it's glass of red wine, book and possibly a candle music. It's slip away from the crowds and sit in the park on a sunny day listening to it music. It's ignore the crowds on the bus or the dart and just look out the window, probably moving in time to the beat and smiling despite yourself, blissfully unaware of the people around you who look on, envious you're lost in your own little world kind of music.

It's an album that will stay on my iPod for a long while. If you see me in town at some café, smiling despite the queue, the weather and the service, tapping along to whatever's playing in my earphones, it'll be a safe bet to guess what I'm listening to.
The album is out now and can be bought through her website on www.lisahannigan.ie. The full track listing is Ocean and a rock | Venn diagram | Sea song | Splishy splashy | I don't know | Keep it all | Courting blues | Pistachio | Teeth | Lille and the song lyrics to some are included in the album sleeve, or all available on her site.
Sea Sew would make a great gift but I think you'll want to keep it for yourself. If you get it, please do let us know what you think.
Melford's Proposal, or how to write a successful email
Hello dear friend:Ahh, isn't that nice? Some stranger - or maybe just a friend I haven't met yet ;o) - from Africa wants my address to send me information about a financial scheme. I'd be worried except for his assurances. And the fact it went straight to my spam folder. And the fact it is spam.
I am Melford from Africa. I have a mutually beneficial Financial Transaction for you, I can assure you that it is not an Internet related scam or any type of scam. I am not into identity theft or anything related to that as well.
The internet has become a medium for all sort and i cannot blame you if you have your reservation about what i am about to offer you, but amongst all these internet criminal activity we must not forget that the internet is a global meeting place. I want you to know that all correspondence maybe via the internet and telephone but all original paperwork will be sent via POST to your residence.
I cannot say much at this time but be rest assured that you have nothing to worry about, if you are interested in helping out and making money for yourself please feel free to contact me by email with the above email address and i will tell you more.
Regards
Melford

I have a fascination with spammers and spam artists. Someone sits down to write these emails in the hope that people will click on them - and, seemingly, they do. With almost nine year's experience writing commercial emails myself - always subscribed to, rarely "spammy", I like seeing what works - what words to use, what gets past spam filters, what language style reads well and proves its authenticity, and particularly what gets results.
Ignoring the fact it's spam, Melford's email is actually quite good in that it ticks quite a few boxes of what a good email should be. It's simple, engaging and direct. That's a great start.
Creating successful emails - those with high open, read and click through rates is an art form, but relatively simple as well, if you know what you're doing and you think about how it will be received. So many companies out there seem to invest time and money into emails that could be far more successful by following some simple rules. Here are some:
- The basic and most important things:
Get it right. Don't spam. Don't send repeat emails. If someone asks to be removed from a list, remove them.
Don't put everyone's email in the 'To' field. Please stop doing this, no matter who you are and what the email is about!
Invite people to sign up for an email, but if they don't , don't email them. Sounds simple, but apparently is quite difficult for companies to understand. I wish someone would tell me why! - Your email address
Have your 'from' address the same as your 'reply-to' address and make sure that it's a live email address, preferably going to your customer care team (or someone) who have been told about the email so can answer any queries you may have. - Your customer's name
Personalise it, but not to the point of overload (So Darragh, if you'd like to take our offer, Darragh and tell all your friends, Darragh, just...) I've seen it happen. It's not pretty.
If you can't be sure the personalisation works, don't do it! Simply instead of "Hi first_name", put in Hi there or just Hello. Nothing worse than having to send out an apology, like the one I got this week. It just makes your company look stupid.
From TrustedPlaces - info@trustedplaces.com
date 10 September 2008 19:55
subject Little gremlins messing with your name
...oops. That little Gremlin in one of our servers decided to have a go and change your name to Niamh in the previous email. How naughty! We apologise profusely.
Gremlins in your server eh? Nice idea to put in my head, with my personal details in there...
Do not get someone's name wrong or spell their name incorrectly, if you can help it. I know this will seem difficult, but with small mail merges it happens far too often. - Links and format
Don't send out an email that's just one big graphic. It rarely works. Honestly.
If I click on a link telling me it will take me somewhere, make sure that's where I go.
Depending on your email format, don't overload with links and don't assume your email appears like you sent it either. Keep it simple. With spam and content filters on most email systems now, it can be difficult to predict how (and even if) your links will appear. Depending on your email format, here's what I suggest:- Plaintext: Have your links as http://www.yoursite.com*/email/offer/what_offer_is so it's clear to me where I'm going, and take me there.
- HTML: If your sentence is Click here to find out more, then hyperlink the entire action point. Hyperlinking just one word is risky and seems a bit pointless. The links are free and won't affect the trees, promise.
- Plaintext: Have your links as http://www.yoursite.com*/email/offer/what_offer_is so it's clear to me where I'm going, and take me there.
- Style and tone.
Use nice language. Remember there's a person looking at a screen reading it, and you can make them smile. Doing this in a genuine way is important, no matter what the subject of your email. There's nothing wrong with being friendly - not overly or falsely familiar, but friendly in your approach. - Saying thank you
Sign off with two things - a thanks for reading the email and a realistic sign-off.
There's nothing wrong with signing "The Customer Care team". Personally I have a deep distrust of the commercial emails signed by the CEO of a company - any company I wish to do business should be able to afford a copywriter, not have the CEO writing it - basically because, I know if I have a query or problem, it probably won't be the CEO replying. - The essentials at the end:
- A link to view the email as a web page, especially if your email is HTML/graphic dependent
- Who you are and how I can contact you and how I can unsubscribe - legal requirements as much as anything, but sadly omitted from so many emails.
- How I can subscribe, especially if I've been forwarded the email by a friend (the nirvana result for any email campaign).
- A link to view the email as a web page, especially if your email is HTML/graphic dependent
I get a lot of emails daily, mostly because I like seeing the way they're written. The top 10 I tend to open, read and click through on are as follows:
- Innocent drinks newsletters - a masterclass in communicating, in relevant and fun content, in blogging, in tone and style. Inspirational.
- Moo.com - their operation seems to be built on the same inspiring classes as Innocent Drinks - even their automated emails are quality:
Dear Darragh Doyle,
Thank you for contacting the MOO Print Team. I've sent this mail to let you know that your enquiry is in our customer service queue and that a real live MOO Service Agent will get back to you by the end of the next business day (Mon-Fri).
Thank you,
Little MOO
Tireless Robot - Dailycandy - Dear Dailycandy, come to Dublin, love, me - I'm not living in any of the cities they advertise for, nor even their target audience, but their copy is intelligent and sharp, their graphics beautiful and their content unique.
- Poetry Ireland** - Though extremely long (almost unavoidably so) this email is well structured to give its content the maximum exposure. Because of my personal interest in the content I read it, but value the way they write it with the reader in mind, highlighting important names and events to make it easy to scan.
- Silicon Republic's eMonday - Always a must-read to see what I missed during the week, it's simple, scannable and links directly to where it says it will.
- Gerry McGovern's New Thinking - a weekly email about web 2.0, Gerry's email is always a must-read. Almost as valuable as the content - something he teaches worldwide - are the links, the feedback methods and the disclaimers. Another great format using Newsweaver.ie
- First30days - They have the right idea of short relevant content and how people read and how they're likely to react.
- Popbitch, b3ta and Holy Moly - great examples of content built around community, with consistent design/format, relevant content and easy-to-click links. Always controversial but also a welcome addition at the end of the week, when a smile - however inappropriate - is needed.
- The Dublin Event Guide 2 - possibly Ireland's best example of how tone and personality can make so much content readable and welcomed. I'll blog about this one again...
More-so though, there are communications experts - copywriters (and more) who know what works, what doesn't and how a newsletter is not the be all and end all, it's just a part of a chain that should be marketing led from beginning to end. Ask for help. Get advice. It's out there.
What emails do you like? What ones do you make time for and what ones just annoy you?

Late Fragment
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.Raymond Carver (1939-1988)
Nice thought for a Sunday morning!
Cat lovers, was this your Caturday?
Because, sometimes, just sometimes, some forwards are worth posting. Thanks, Gillyn! x
How was your Caturday?
First you had trouble getting out of bed
You had a stiff neck
You washed your hair and couldn't do a thing with it

You felt like you had a hangover and you weren't even drinking last night
Your new diet really doesn't seem to be working out
You pulled a muscle when you tried to exercise
Your new hat looked better on you at the store
You keep losing things
The boss chewed you out at work
You got caught in the rain at lunchtime
Then the lunch you had didn't seem to agree with you
You feel trapped
Uninvited guests showed up at dinnertime
On top of that you think you're coming down with the flu
And finally, you're alone in the house at night when you think you hear a noise in the basement
Maybe tomorrow will be better!
I hope it was :o)
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Weebl and Bob on American politics
They're weird egg shaped creatures, they don't speak in English or make a lot of sense, but Weebl and Bob are always good for a laugh.
I'm loving their latest episode, simply entitled "Satire". Weebl's priorities for voting in certain upcoming elections seem to echo many out there, much to the surprise of Bob...

Sometimes it's the simple things that make the difference.
Well, immature as it may be, I laughed. Will you?
Female blogs like Barbie at the Ploughing Championships?
Congratulations to all the bloggers who were featured in the article Blog Her, on page 18 of the Irish Times magazine today.
In a well written article by Aisling McDermott from Beaut.ie, she highlights how when herself and Kirstie started out:
"It was a largely male-dominated world in which our fluffy pink blog stood out like Barbie at the ploughing championships... We were a bit lonely at first, I have to admit... and while there were a few excellent women bloggers in Ireland at the time, sadly you could count them on the fingers of one hand".My, how things have changed. Andrew, for example, is a big manly man in person. Rugged, handsome and intelligent, he's a modern macho man - I mean no disrespect - but even he, now, is thinking of blogging as a woman, because, as he puts it
I seem to spend a huge amount of my time enjoying blogs written by ladies recently, so why not be one myself?Indeed, counting out my own must-read blogs there probably are more female voices there than male - and based on this post, more females 'read' me - those blogs tend to be the ones that stick in my head, that enter my thoughts late at night - damn you Alexia, for one - and that constantly seem to raise the bar for creative and imaginative ways of looking at the world.
Indeed, last night I was reminded just how sometimes staid and predictable my own blogging can be, especially when compared to something like An Cathach, a blog I'll definitely be checking into a lot more often.
Similarly the group blogs I read are now somewhat female dominated. For Nine Pounds benefits hugely from the variety of women posting, and The Anti-Room and The Lives of Others show just how strong that perspective can be, especially when contrasted with the somewhat matter-of-fact straight to the point writings of guys who blog, myself very much included.
Bloggers covered in the article include:
- Fatmammycat - "a sharp writer who cleverly explouits the blog format to showcase her formidable talent";
- Maman Poulet - "If beauty is truth, Maman Poulet is downright gorgeous";
- Annie Rhiannon - "Disarmingly droll, she spells out the minutiae of her daily life in a way that is touching, honest and can make you laugh out loud";
- Gaelick - "a new group blog with nine members, dedicated to gay women";
- Grannymar - "not actually a granny... but is chatty and charming and possibly good at knitting"
- Redmum - "When I write about things that happen at home, I suppose I look for the humour in situations that often were far from humourous at the time"; and
- Homebug "Even if you are allergic to Ikea, Hmebug is enough to make you drool, and she may even convince you to love wallpaper".

(Photos by Brenda Fitzsimons)
Ailsing has also given a great shout out to an awful lot of blogs and bloggers in her article, some I read, some I've never even heard of, but will definitely be checking out. I particularly liked the last paragraph which reads
"Of course, everyone knows that quality blogging is not about whether you are a man or a woman, but whether your content is fine enough to consistenly engage your readers.Personally I feel the Irish blog scene benefits incredibly from the female presence - or, in fact, dominance, and I'm sure the Blog Awards next year will reflect same.
The Irish Times has realised the importance of blogs as part of the modern media mix, with Jim Carroll, Conor Pope, Harry McGee and Bryan Mukandi blogging away on irishtimes.com. But I'd feel it remiss of me not to pop the question - Madam, where are all the women?"
Even better, they're the ones with the best ideas for meet-ups, tweet-ups, are great company for a pint and generally write the posts that make me smile. What's not to like?
And isn't that a great photo of Grannymar? ;o)
Friday, September 12, 2008
That John is not my father
08.09.2008Dear Darragh
I write to update you on my trace of your birth father. I wrote to Mr John ________ last week and received a telephone call from him today. John confirmed to me that he knew your mother and that she had a baby by him in 1978. He was not aware that you had been placed for adoption.
This week I was 'introduced'
To a man called John
He's my biological father
And I'm his only son
He knew that she was pregnant
But she gave birth alone
I was born to a single woman
His whereabouts unknown
That John is not my father
Despite the DNA
There's no basis for a relationship
There's not that much to say
I do not know his story
Of how I came to be
I do not know why he wasn't there
To be a dad to me
That John is not my father
In my personal estimation
To qualify you need to give
more than a sperm donation
His choice can't have been easy
It may have caused him grief
Or just as possibly walking away
Gave him enormous relief
That John is not my father
And though I wish him well
I wonder at his recklessness
Of putting my mother through hell
Had he ever thought of me
Wondered how my life had evolved
Wondered if he was part of the world
Around which my life revolved
Had he wondered if I wondered
How he came to his decision
Did he wonder if I'd accept it
Or treat it with derision
A man of 30 as he was
Maybe should have faced his obligation
For doing the deed of planting his seed
And creating the situation
That John is not my father
It's not just about genes
It's presence from birth to adulthood
And all the in-betweens
His health is fine, my main concern
And I'm sure he was shaken
To hear at all in such circumstance
About the path my life had taken
I wonder too if he was prepared
To take that call some day
Or to face the fact I may not care
And was happier that way
I don't want to disrupt his life
Or even remind him I exist
I'll just remain as I am now
An opportunity he missed.
That John is not my father
He chose not to stick about
And so I owe him thanks at least
for the way my life turned out
My adoptive parents are my folks
The ones who made me thrive
Genes are fine but love and time
are what I needed to survive
That John is not my father
I have one of my own,
My dad John is all I need(ed)
I'm proud to be his son
That John is not my father
This John is.

And I love that he's my dad.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
They're going to make a fortune
The funfair is coming to Blanchardstown.
I went for a wander around the site today where they're still setting up. For the next 10 days there'll be screams, loud music, noise, flashing lights and traffic a plenty almost outside our front door.
Have to say, fair play to this guy. I don't know if I could take the height.
Looks like it's going to be fun. Whenever it opens.
See you there, maybe?
Summer is coming. Should I be scared?
Before I delete it, I decided I better post would share the newest comment to be added here:
Jaysis. Chain comment spam now, eh?
(For those with feed readers, anonymous said:
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Tommy Tiernan on 9/11
Darren's post reminded me of this. I love the Planetarium bit.
Joanna Hogg, writer and director of Unrelated
Smithfield's Lighthouse Cinema is a great place to watch a film. Particularly enjoyable and appreciated is their selection which has gathered its own audience and fanbase. It's a lovely space to have a pre-film coffee and chat in, a feature sadly lacking from places like the Savoy, Screen and Cineworld. Their colourful seats are comfy.
We're there to see a preview of Unrelated, the first film of writer/director Joanna Hogg. There's a Q&A with Joanna afterwards and given the fact that this is her debut and has won the FIPRESCI international critic's award at the 2007 London Film Festival, there's a good chance it's worth going to see.
Introducing the film, Neil Connolly from Lighthouse called it "a remarkable debut. While it's very, very British it's also unlike any contemporary British film" while Joanna herself said "this is a film that has encouraged discussion. One of the pleasures of being a film maker is hearing the feedback directly". The critics have been hailing it as "discovery of the year", "refreshing and unusual" and "truly impressive" and the film was hailed by Jonathan Romney in the BFI's Sight & Sound as "the under-the-radar discovery of the year."
I have a healthy respect for film makers, especially given my involvement with the 4 Day Movie project. I'm fascinated not only by the story but the method of communicating, the message the film portrays and the techniques used to do so. I'd read little about the film beforehand to be able to judge it fairly. The basic story:
When fortysomething Anna turns up - sans husband - at the summer home of an old friend, she finds herself reminded of a life she has not lived. Everything she is discovering now, she has arrived at too late.After watching the film, I'm hesitant in sharing any more of the story, other than strongly recommending you give it a go. My advice is based on a few things - firstly, I liked it, as apparently did most of the 100 people in the cinema last night. Secondly, it will make you think not only about the subject matter but about the people you know in a similar situation and thirdly because of the way it's made.
Usually on the periphery of events, she believes she has found a second chance, mostly keeping the company of the younger folks present - inevitably, and especially with handsome late-teen Oakley, tensions arise.

It's a very "real" film without claiming to be, or forcing its faux reality on you. You'll probably know people like this. You know they exist in their world and that yes, they probably would react this way. While nothing very unexpected happens, events or conversations that seem minor and mundane are suddenly epic, tense and sometimes quite scary. Less is more here. You can't help expecting other things to happen, eavesdropping on conversations and speculating at what you'd do in the same scenario. This is the film's power, why it's different.
The only "British" element were the cast, whose lack of previous film experience worked superbly to give the film a real sense of authenticity. It was the lead actress, Kathryn Worth's first role. They worked well together, this mix of parents (the "olds") and their teenage children (the "young") - rival camps in a situation that seems remarkably realistic, avoiding what could have been a grotesque "brits abroad" potboiler, as an Observer critic put it.

It's a film of remarkable contrast, with unusual devices used to highlight differences. The old people need a lot of sleep. The young people are loud, energetic and move, whereas the parents are still, moving only when necessary. Every youthful experience is accompanied by noise and colour while there's a real sense of quietness about situations requiring maturity.
In fact, it's the silences in the film - where dialogue is not needed, would seem artificial or intrusive and so is not included - that makes it so different and gives it that sense of watching something very real, very personal unfold. It's a very brave move by the director and one of the first we talk about afterwards.
"After school I started as a photographer. I'd always been passionate about film but loved the power of photos and images. I was lucky enough to work in a studio which I had the use of at weekends. Equally, London at the time was a great place to see experimental film - there were cinemas like the Gate at Notting Hill where non mainstream films could be enjoyed.In a recent interview with the BBC she states
The film is not so much autobiographical as slanted from a personal perspective at a particular time in my life. I never experienced a holiday like this. However I did feel that if I didn't do it now that I wouldn't have gotten a chance again. It did feel like an act of courage. I'd had ideas over the years but didn't want to put those out into a public arena.
I've worked on a lot of TV - including Eastenders and Casualty - but feel that my passion was on hold during that time. I've always been interested in character and sroty and I feel film is the best place I can show that. TV wasn't me. This is what I want to do. This is what I enjoy."
"I was developing ideas but they wouldn't come to fruition, not because I couldn't raise money for them but more because I didn't quite have the courage to see the projects through," she states. "I couldn't get to the point where I was confident enough to express my own voice, in a way. That's come to me in my 40s, and there's nothing wrong with starting to make feature films at this point of my life, when I feel much clearer about what I want to do."In fact, as Mary Rose Doorly who was facilitating the Q&A session discovered, the film was made with comparatively very little money.
"It was a small crew and an independent production. Not having anyone breathing down our necks gave us a real sense of freedom. People invested amounts from £2,000 to £5,000 and more to a bigger pool of money, which ultimately meant the majority of the say was with me. I'd much prefer to stay independent, to retain that influence.
"We spent 7 weeks in Tuscany, a place I was familiar with - it seemed to have chosen me. It was more enjoyable for the cast than for me as they were on holiday - it certainly contributed to the realism of their roles. Most of them have theatre or small film backgrounds, so a film like this can be quite difficult, being almost the antithesis of the control and structures in place for theatre production."
Indeed, as Mary Rose commented, it was lovely to spend 100 minutes in sunny and scenic Tuscany rather than dank and dreary Dublin. As I asked the final, predictable question before the equally predictable photo, I almost knew the answer before she said it.
What advice do you have for young film makers, for people with an idea who want to film it?I owe a massive thanks to Joanna for her time and to Mary Rose Doorly and other reviewers for the words, to Neil and Marietta from Lighthouse for allowing me to indulge my inquisitiveness and wander around with camera in hand. Thank you. I'll be back soon :o)
Just do it. I feel it's unfortunate for me I didn't do it until now but there's nothing to replace just getting on with recording something. The chances will come.
Unrelated - website here - opens in Lighthouse on September 19. It's a movie to appreciate. I hope you do.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Splishy Splashy with Lisa Hannigan
"The instrument we're about to use has an interesting sound. A bit like a duck waddling into an electric fence"
When Lisa Hannigan took to the stage at the Festival of World Cultures recently, it soon became apparent that the collection of florescent shapes and items there were more than decoration. We'd hear some funky sounds.
It's concerts like hers that make me glad I'm not a music writer - though Deana over at State covers the concert excellently - as trying to define her music or style would involve a lot of me saying "Well, she's a bit like them but better and a bit like her but better and she's remind you of her but is much better than that". So there'll be none of that.
Instead, from my vantage point, I got to watch a girl who's passionate about her music, moving and grooving in her own rhythm as she sings her songs. The lyrics of her new songs - with names like Sea Song, Lille and Venn Diagram are distinctively hers. A lovely play on words, an understanding of rhyme and metre and, similar to her collection of instruments, a respect for what sounds good on the ear gives a pretty unique sound, one that I could listen to forever.
It is though the rhythm of each melody that deepens the lyrics. The percussion on each track is quite strong and her understanding that her voice is also an instrument, to be played in harmony with the others that enhance the simplicity, and thus impact of her words.

"Have your coffee, splishy splashy frozen up the stairs" is a lovely line from Splishy Splashy while the song I don't know -if I walk your way I will keep my head we will feel our way through the dark - is destined to be a most requested on the various radio "love zones". Her new album Sea Saw, released this Friday has already gotten great reviews and looks set to be a best seller.

There's something very likeable about her. It may be the smiles while she's singing, the effort she puts into sending her words soaring out over us on an August evening or the obvious camaraderie she has with the other musicians on stage.
It may be the voice - as velvety chocolate in speaking as in singing or the way she acknowledges the friends and fans who have come to support her at this, her first concert at a Festival. She seems shy, almost apologetic for her intrusion, even though it's her we've crowded into the garden to see, to hear and to enjoy. There's a great crowd.
On stage she's radiant and her casual style, long hair in a ponytail to one side, discrete (if any) make-up and a lack of jewellery all contribute to the image of this young Dublin woman who values her music and happiness above the superficiality of appearance. While she's singing or performing the music seems to take her over, seems like that's all there is. And maybe it is.
Though best known for her collaborations with Damien Rice, Lisa has gigged with many Irish performers including Mic Christopher and Glen Hansard and recently at the Dublin Fringe Festival with Cathy Davey in the imaginatively titled Songs That Scare Children.
She's about to start an Irish tour and then heading off to the USA where she'll gig with Jason Mraz in New York and Los Angeles. It's her distinctive voice that made the song Some Surprise, the duet with Snow Patrol frontman Gary Lightbody on the Cake Sale album in aid of Oxfam such an instantly recognisable and popular hit.
When we sit down after the gig she's happy to talk. There's no sense of self-importance about her - she's keen to discuss her music, her experience and her passion. Up close she's stunning without realising it. It's her manner, her openness to what may be a stupid question or one asked a hundred times, her easy smile that makes the whole experience enjoyable - somehow special.
Were you nervous? Do you find this kind of thing daunting?
Well it's our first festival, the first time I've played a gig like that in front of so many people. I suppose yes, there's always the nerves but the crowd reaction, the welcome and the feeling on stage is part of that too.
You seem to have a pretty unique set of instruments. Why so?
We just looked for things we sounded good. Simple instruments that sounded a bit plinky plonky. It's fun to try things like bells, a xylophone, a squeezy box. It's all part of the music.
We get on well together and enjoy it. Tomo is on drums, Donagh Molloy on guitar, Shane Fitzsimons on double bass with Gavin Glass on piano and guitar.What advice would you give for people starting out?
At this Lisa smiled brightly and said "Just do as much as you can. Get as much experience as you can and keep playing. Find people to play with, play with friends and keep the music going. Really there's nothing better than going out and just doing it."
Finally, having given a performance you seem to have enjoyed and smiled throughout, what advice would you give for people who want to be happy?
Oh gosh, that's a tough one. Go out and do a festival in the sunshine. Surround yourself with friends and good positive people. Keep smiling.I know in the next picture it looks like I'll hit her, but that's not it at all - couldn't resist including it. I'd actually like to give her a hug for being so authentic, so warm and friendly. "Celebrity" or no, there's a unique aspect to Lisa that makes being in her company, for whatever time, quite cool.

Sea Saw, her new album is out this Friday. Her mammy and herself stitched the unique design apparently. Head on over to her recently launched website on www.lisahannigan.ie for a feast of treats, including song lyrics and samples, tour dates and a coming-soon blog. She's appearing in Tower Records in Dublin on September 13 and playing in the Button Factory and Whelan's before heading around Ireland including Limerick, Donegal, Ennis and Cork.
Her MySpace is on www.myspace.com/lisahannigan
There's one girl i like she's a smile on a Monday ... And she's like the sun on the weekend And though she is like the sea and she's right to be so i like that she sails with meI'd keep an eye on the name and an ear for the sounds of Lisa Hannigan. She's going to be a superstar.(from Sea Song)
How to put comment buttons on your blogspot blog
From a series of posts including How to comment on a blog and free comment buttons, here's how I put comment buttons on my blog, in 10 easy steps. I hope this makes sense!
These are examples of the buttons that I use:


And here's how it's done. This may seem complicated at first glance but if you do it once, it should be easy and I hope the screenshots help. Please note - this is only the way I do it - if you know of an easier method, please do share!
1. Go to Iarfhlaith's website where he's made this zip file of his buttons available for download. Leave a comment to say thanks ;o) Extract all the buttons to a folder on your computer.
2. Go to http://picasaweb.google.com - this is a photo and graphic site from Google, and works well with blogspot/blogger. I use Firefox 3.0 for blog writing.
Upload all the buttons to a new Picasa album using the easy upload form. You'll end up with an album looking similar to this:
3. Write your blog post as per usual, keeping Picasa open in a separate tab. Once you've finished your post and are ready to add in your comment button, go to where Picasa is open. Choose and click on the button you'd like to add. For this example I'll choose green.
4. Click Embed image on bottom right. Tick the Hide album link box.
5. Right click with your mouse to copy the code.
and then paste the code into your Edit Html tab - after all your text. It will look something like this:
6. Then, switch over to the Compose view
select/highlight the comment button by clicking on it
and centre it using the centre button.
You're nearly finished, I promise. After you fill out your labels and everything, all you have to do is publish your post. First though...
7. Open a new tab with your blog in it.
Press publish on your new post. Once it's published IMMEDIATELY choose to Edit this post again.
8. Go to the tab with your blog in it and click F5/refresh. You should see your new post there. If everything looks okay, go right down to the end of the post and you'll see a link for 0 Comments. Right click (in Firefox anyhow) and choose to Copy Link Location.
9. Return to your Edit post tab and go to the bottom where you'll see the code for your comment button. Select the URL for the button, then highlight and replace with the comment link.

So the code ends up looking something similar to
10. Press publish and that's it! As I said, it appears daunting at first glance, but follow the step-by-step process and you should be fine. It takes me only a couple of seconds each time I do it at this stage :o)
Give it a go and let me know how you get on, please. Any questions, please do let me know.
Sushi with Spicendipity's Deborah Hadley
One of the Podcamp Ireland talks I'm most looking forward to later this month is Deborah Hadley's morning session on “From Spare Room to Board Room: How to turn your hobby into a profitable online business“. Deborah (or @Debz) is an inspiration for me - I marvel at her ability to run a successful blog and business, manage a family and do it all with a wicked sense of humour. I pestered her over sushi sat down with her recently to find out more.
I first met Debs at the 2008 Blog Awards, where she'd been nominated for Best Food Blog for the Humble Housewife, a blog she started in January of 2007. Her exuberant personality made an immediate positive impact on me and as we chatted I felt as comfortable as if I'd known this woman for years, her real-life personality mirroring almost exactly how I imagined this "humble housewife" (it was supposed to be ironic, she sighs) to be from reading her posts - this being the first I read. She's lovely - vivacious, keenly observant and funny with a talent for putting her company at ease. My kind of person.
Though not evident from her American accent, Deborah lived in Dublin until she was nine and then thanks to parents working for multinationals went to America for three years, Belgium for a further five and back to Chicago for university. It is perhaps this mix of experience that led to her own journey to discovering what she wanted to do - from studying in medical school to enrolling at the Eastman School of Music - becoming a classically trained opera singer - to being a corporate accountant right through the way to launching Spicendipity in June 2008. Not bad going for a 29 year old, eh?
"Spicendipity offers you ways to speed up your time in the kitchen", she tells me, "with all natural baking mixes, sauces and spice mixes". There are no additives, colourants or preservatives ("100% recyclable outside, NO yucky stuff inside") and there's a great variety to choose from.
From a two-brew barbecue sauce (made with honey, beer and freshly brewed coffee) to beer bread (just add a bottle of beer) to the now almost infamous chocolate brownie mix and more, Deborah's innovative and quality recipes have captured the imaginations and tastebuds of many bloggers and non-bloggers alike.
A casual search on twitter reveals a positive reaction, as do the reviews on LouderVoice.com.
So how did it start? "With €70" she tells me, "the best €70 I ever spent. I enrolled in a Start Your Own Business course, run by the County Enterprise Board in Offaly. One evening a week for six weeks, we learned how to put a business plan together, put the budget on paper and get the pitch right. I sometimes feel I have 7 billion ideas in my head, but I think if I was going to launch another idea, I'd repeat the course and process for Spicendipity because I found it such a help.
"Write it down. Even if you don't have access to a course or know what a business plan is, write down your ideas and how you'd pitch it. Writing and perfecting an elevator pitch is a great way to get some focus. Also, get feedback from lots of people from different backgrounds and in different circumstances. The business course though is definitely the way to go".
Deborah is blogging too, over on the well named Tast.ie. She also finds time to contribute to Frugal Ireland, is a welcome commenter on many blogs and raises two lovely little girls, Ella and Ciara (and the husband sometimes, she laughs) as well. Her passion for food and conviction that cooking is easy shows in the effort she goes to in simplifying her recipes, continually spreading the message that "anyone can cook".
Her blog is a great resource showing her expertise, from recipes - here's her sushi one - to reviews to great tips for an efficient kitchen (definitely one for me, anyway) while her involvement in the Twitter community (the subject of her recent talk on the Podcamp Ireland podcast) has helped her in a number of ways. "The support from everyone has been great" she smiles, "right from the idea through to launch and over, everyone has been so giving and great. The advice has really been instrumental. Sabrina's done a fantastic job with the design and it's something I'm really proud of. I'm glad I gave it a go". 
Spicendipity - a real home business, run almost from her kitchen table - is a great example of a business born from a passion and I think it'll do brilliantly. Deborah's talk in Kilkenny will be a
"morning session on turning an idea or hobby into an online business. From getting an idea down on paper to execution to utilising social media to actually launch it" and is definitely on my "must attend" list. There's bound to be some excellent advice (and perhaps the odd treat?) there.
In the meantime head over to the shop and take a look at her gift hampers, especially (says a hungry me, this one. Is it any wonder I like this woman so much?
I'll see her in Kilkenny - hope to see you there too. All the information you need is on www.podcampireland.com.
Now, I'm off to boil the kettle. Anyone for something tastie?
Tuesday Tune - Take a walk on the wild side
It may be dull and damp outside, but in here I have a coffee, convenient snacks and Lou Reed and Suzanne Vega with a marvellous saxophone sound on loud.
(You'll need to let it (down)load)
All together now - doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
My hospital appointment's come through
I haven't been well. Thankfully I haven't been ill enough to warrant a hospital stay but fatigue and pain have forced a cessation of most, if not all online activity of late while persistent aches, tremors and stiffness in limbs have been a considerable obstacle to attending or completing many obligations. Sleep eludes me, concentration evades me and short walks have become treks to recover from.
There seems no rhyme nor reason to it. It has refused to present warning signs to let me know I shouldn't plan anything later nor has it done me the favour of being consistent enough to allow me judge my abilities and therefore plan activities for the day. It comes and goes. Similar to Longfellow's little girl, when it's bad, it's horrid.
Thankfully those lovely people at the Health Service Executive, having heard my symptoms, scanned my vitals, tested my reflexes and judged my complaints severe enough to warrant the attention of a Consultant have given me a date where I had nothing planned anyway and will be happy to attend. I pencilled it in this morning.
That's right - May 28, 2009. I quite like the letter which finishes saying
"Please arrive for your appointment at your allocated time. Failure to do so will lead to overcrowding and delays."Ah that's where the delay is.
Still, I'm feeling better recently. I'm back to blogging today, facing the real world soon. A positive mental attitude and support of friends has been a big help. I feel I'm getting better, unlike our Health Service which seems to be suffering a disease far worse than anything I could have. I'm just glad it's not life threatening and pity those with diagnoses that need urgent assistance.
The appointment is that morning. Anyone free for a coffee or pint after? :o)
Friday, September 05, 2008
John Boyne and The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas movie
When I had a brief chat with John Boyne last night after the World Premiere of the movie The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, he seemed like a happy man. Having been given a standing ovation by the audience at Dublin's Savoy, his joy carried through to the lobby of the cinema where he was greeted and congratulated by contemporaries and fans alike.
I'd first spoken to John at the Dublin Writers Festival this year, where on meeting him I gushed about the book. I'm a regular reader of his blog so knew he'd been on set and met the actors. Even back in June his enthusiasm for and confidence in the movie showed - the first movie adaptation of one of his books seemed to be to his liking.
Last night as he spoke I got a real sense of accomplishment on his part. The glowing tribute from Ryan Tubridy who spoke before the movie told how the book's dedication came about - when John had finished the book he gave it to the young Jamie Lynch to read. Being happy that this fable (as he describes it) was well received by children, the book was launched in 2006 and has since ascended dizzying heights of translation into 36 languages and now a movie directed by Mark Herman.
In his thank you speech, John spoke about how it was
"quite special to have this World Premiere in my home town of Dublin, only a few doors down from the Irish Writers Centre where the book was launched in January 2006...At the premiere also were the director, actors David Thewlis (Remus Lupin in the Harry Potter films) and Rupert Friend as well as many supporters of Amnesty International Ireland, for whom the premiere was a fundraiser.
Special thanks must go to Mark Herman who has taken something so important, something that has changed my life and has made it better".

Image from the wonderful Snitchseeker.com
The movie certainly seemed well received, the only sound as the credits rolled being sobs and sniffles from audience members who found the ending quite emotional. As the last credits raised, the audience erupted in applause for a film that somehow deserved to be made, if only, as Tubridy said earlier, to "work on the eradication of the amnesia when it comes to this chapter of history".
If you haven't read the book, I would strongly suggest not reading any further. As the movie is quite a faithful adaptation, any of the 'spoilers' below won't be surprising to those who have read the book, but may ruin it for those who haven't, and I would not like to do that for what is quite an unique and amazing novel.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.From the opening quote above and onto a Nazi decorated square in Berlin where little boys play aeroplane, you can tell that the film crew have put care into making this look good. With Miramax (owned by Disney) behind it, there should be no question of quality, but even as Trish Long, head of Disney Ireland said before the movie, adaptations of favourite books are normally approached with hesitation and trepidation. Not so here. The scenery, sets and uniforms seem authentic and there's a sense of care taken.John Betjeman
The entire opening sequence in fact sets the standard for the rest of the movie. The rich shots showing the lavish German lifestyle is contrasted with the fear in the streets; maids cleaning a house in preparation for a party is shown alongside Jewish evictions taking place.
The star of this sequence, and most of the movie is James Horner's powerful soundtrack, which swells and fades with the regularity of breath but catches and amplifies every emotion. I honestly believe that without this music, the film wouldn't have the same impact. You can hear some of this music on the film website.

Just as the book revolves around Bruno, so the film revolves around Asa Butterfield. The child is remarkably well cast in that he looks, well, evil. Norman Mailer's last novel is a book about the young Hitler called The Castle in the Forest and I can think of no better actor to play the role than Butterfield. Throughout the film I'm constantly impressed and surprised by how believably he plays the role, which, though different from the Bruno I imagined, is powerful.

While I have many issues with the English accents, the loss of certain features of the book and the supposed lack of knowledge about the war and Jewish situation of this son of a Nazi commandant, I can't fault the way Butterfield has made this part, his first major movie role, his own. Choosing to be ignorant is its own brand of badness and my dislike for the Bruno character in the book transferred nicely onto his screen character.

Equally Jack Scanlon is well cast as Shmuel, the likable, if not pitiful Jewish child. Time and time again I had to remind myself that is is a book and a movie for children more than adults, and as such had to supress my disbelief at how healthy he looked (despite the make-up) and how well spoken he was - but this seems to be true for him in real life too. In a recent interview the ten year old commented on acting "As long as acting stays fun, I’ll keep doing it. Because, um, we’re all about the fun at this age"

"They smell even worse when they burn, don't they?"Just as in the book there are wonderful, powerful scenes in the movie that even now some hours later flood my mind. Vera Farmiga as the mother plays a powerful character, one that conveys the real horror of the situation and anchors it firmly into the reality of the atrocity. Her character is much more potent than I feel the book conveys, and I got a real sense of this German Frau realising just how badly the knowledge that she ignored what was going on around her has hit her.
- "What?"
"... But surely you've known?!"

Lottie talks about one of her favourite parts, a universal moment where the boys realise they'e both eight and this will make them friends. For me that moment came when they discussed appearance, and the line went something like
"You could look like me if you wore different clothes and shared your hair off"And there, for me, was the true atrocity of the situation, the one undeniable truth that makes the whole Holocaust, the senseless murder of so many people and the inexcusable monstrosity of extermination camps like

As the film drew to its conclusion - a shock to those who hadn't read the book - I couldn't help hoping that this had happened at least once, that somehow, somewhere the lunacy of the entire drama was brought home to them in such a personal way. Like Darren, I can't say I enjoyed the movie but I certainly got the pay-off at the end from the final scenes accompanied by that haunting music. The sounds of tears falling around me indicated that others felt the same.

John Boyne is, I hope, a happy and proud man today. His creation gave life to a movie that is powerful and memorable. Even though both book and movie have strong differences, neither suffer as a result, they're both monumental testaments to these events. As, indeed the book finishes, so shall I, in the fervent hope that he is right:
"Of course all this happened a long time ago and nothing like that could ever happen again. Not in this day and age."Read the book. See the movie. Bring children. The lesson should not be forgotten.
Thanks to Vincent from Movies.ie for the tickets. You can read other reviews here and watch the trailer here.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
The wishes of children with cancer

The Barretstown dreamcatcher is my favourite symbol for the Co. Kildare camp. The centrepiece of the Arts and Crafts room there, the campers, who all suffer from cancer or other blood related illnesses, write their wishes down, tie them into the dreamcatcher and there they stay, unread, untouched; secret wishes from children who have been touched by illness.
"Origami birds, shiny little boxes tied up with coloured string, feather coated parcels, all kinds of creations decorated with sequins and ribbons and crepe paper...
For a child with cancer, every wish counts."

Just launched is the new Barretstown Wishes campaign that invites people to not only think about the children from Ireland, the UK and 21 European countries who visit Barretstown, but to create their own wishes to send to Barretstown to join the wishes of other supporters in what they call the magic environment of the camp.

When I first visited Barretstown in 2004, it was the dreamcatcher above anything else in the amazing place that caught my emotions on the tour. Wishes from children that no one will ever read or know if they came true.
While, thankfully, I've never had to deal with the problem of having a child or sibling suffer from any major illness, it was easy for me to wonder what children had chosen to share in felt-tip marker and glitter, having experienced a new sense of freedom in the previous ten days. It was the idea of these wishes that made me volunteer the first time and kept me coming back for more.

All photos are taken from Barretstown.org and are courtesy of Maxwells.
Barretstown, part of Paul Newman's Hole in the Wall camps is set on 500 acres of Co. Kildare countryside - close enough to Naas - and welcomes children aged 7 to 17 to take part in their program of therapeutic recreation.
What happens there is nothing short of wonderful every year as children realise that they're not just an ill child, but a child, who like all the other children there have an illness. That's when the important bit, the serious fun starts.
"The children who come to Barretstown have often spent a long time in hospital enduring debilitating treatment. In the process they miss out on so much that most children take for granted. Simple things like playing in the local basketball team, or sleepovers at a best friend's house.I've always been surprised that Barretstown has to go through so much to raise its funds every year. They receive 3% funding from the government meaning 97% comes from the public year on year. They have very generous fundraisers, volunteers and supporters but like every charity have to run campaigns to beg for donations to help make it happen. It's one of those strange dichotomies where to really understand what you're donating to, you almost have to experience it for yourself.
But Barretstown changes all that. Throughout the summer our camp has been ringing with the laughter of these children. They're here to rebuild their self-esteem and to get the reassurance that they can be happy and have fun. In turn, they rediscover things about themselves to help them cope with life outside Barretstown."

It's impossible for me to blog about what happens there without breaking into a smile as I remember certain children, their inspiring attitudes, discoveries and sense of adventure. There too are the volunteers I've made friends with, kept in touch with and continue to and mostly the experiences I went through that opened my own eyes to certain truths about others and myself. Barretstown taught me a lot about who I am and who I can be.

Barretstown offers safe challenges to the campers and the volunteers - or 'Caras' (gaelic for friend) - from hanging upside down and crossing a swamp to petting a horse for the first time to getting up on stage and performing to changing your perception of yourself and your ideas about illness. I've learned pity isn't as useful as a listening ear, sharing tears isn't as useful as sharing a hug and that above all a sick child is still a child, and so wants to have fun.

The Barretstown Wishes website offers some ideas of the wishes children might make. "To make new friends." "To be able to catch a fish in the Barretstown lake." "To have their hair grow back after chemotherapy." It's impossible to know, save that one of the only times I've ever seen tears there is when the camp sessions are over and the children have to go home. There and then the wishes tend to be that the children can come back.
Of course, if therapeutic recreation has had its desired effect - if the children have regained confidence in themselves to help them fight their illness, they won't come back as campers - often though they return as volunteers to help others, to share smiles, to have fun.

What would your wish be? Don't tell me, but head over to the Barretstown wishes site where you can download a wish keeper, find out more or help Barretstown by donating. They also have a wish list to ask companies for help other than just cash. You'd be making a real difference and maybe even helping some wishes come true.

Well done to Askdirect.ie for this campaign which I hope goes really well. You can find out more on the Barretstown website, including some beautiful film footage of the place. You'll find all information on volunteering here also. It may be worth the click :-)
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Stephen Lynch, Bulmers Comedy and You Tube fans
I never meant 2 cause u any sorrow.
I never meant 2 cause u any pain...
I only wanted 2 one time see u laughing.
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain"
I discovered two things last night - one, that Purple Rain is a hilarious song and two, that that I'm not a Stephen Lynch fan.
Yes, I knew who he is, what type of songs he sings and the lyrics to some of them, but compared to the audience at Dublin's Olympia last night, their fanboy adulation and the exuberant applause that greeted every utterance from his lips, I feel like one of those people who say "Lord of the Rings? Absolute rubbish. I never read the books or saw the movie but it's still crap". I didn't have a clue.
Similar to Andrew, I was introduced to Stephen Lynch's music by Darren and Lottie, who stared at me incredulously when I admitted that no, I'd never heard of him. Cue You Tube and the playing of many videos, much laughter and gasps of shock from me at some of the lyrics. Filthy, obscene, irreverend and quite often very, very manky. I loved it. I immediately got copies of the albums and they've been standards in my iPod playlists for the past few months.
I had no idea he was popular this side of the water though. We found out too late he'd played Whelan's earlier this year AND was in Kilkenny for the Cats Laugh Festival so seeing him as one of the opening acts for the Bulmers Comedy Festival was quite a nice surprise. Tickets bought immediately, it became the gig to look forward to for the summer. The fact the first one sold out and they added a second was some indication for me, but then again, it may have been the only tickets they could get for the Festival, seeing as some of the big names were sold out, right?
Wrong.
Lynch's following over here seems to be huge! I really felt sorry for the lovely Ruth-Anne Cunningham, the singer who went on as a warm up. She apologised almost straight away that she "wasn't a comedian" and launched into some soulful, poppy tunes that were completely inappropriate for the night and the audience, even if she did tie in a bit of Prince at the end.
I'm not sure why Bulmers chose not to have a comedy act as a warm-up, especially given the amount of comedy acts in Dublin, though fair play to her, she did her best for the songs she sang. Apparently very successful State Side (and deservedly so) I think we were just bored waiting for Lynch to come on. I'd love to hear her perform in a different venue - last night, brave as she was, it just didn't work. Behind me people were asking afterwards "What was that girl's name at the start?" A pity.
So, though, how was Lynch? Hilarious.
The power of You Tube has really been elevated for me in the last few hours. I'm not sure if I'd forgotten or underestimated the power of the channel but I was taught/reminded that if your content is great, you will get an audience. The amount of people in the Olympia who knew all the lyrics was impressive. The last time I experienced anything like this live was a Christy Moore gig where he played Ride On and the crowd blasted it back at him. Even he seemed surprised and impressed at times at the level of audience participation.
He too understood this and didn't mind people filming it, as long as they gave an accurate representation of the performance. It's refreshing to see artists accepting that people want to share the experience, not to show it was bad, to how great it was and how much they enjoyed it. I'd say there'll be a fair few videos uploaded in the next few days!
I really got the sense that the Stephen Lynch on stage, as polished and contrived as his talking may be in places, is a fairly accurate reflection of him in real life. His banter with Rod Cone during "Big Fat Friend", though scripted (and obscene) conveyed a genuine warmth and friendship between the two that obviously enjoy what they're doing. It must be difficult to stick to the script time and again so their ad-libbing was much more for their benefit than for ours, however funny it was. Lynch has a great ability with voices - his Cartman was excellent - and it's these songs he seemed to enjoy most.
One thing that spoiled it slightly for me, and it's a lot to do with listening to live recordings as opposed to attending many live shows was some of the audience. I really enjoyed hearing people sing along and the giggles of those to whom the lyrics were new, but there were some people who took every opportunity to shout down song titles or just scream random, unnecessary gibberish that detracted from the experience. I'm not talking about the standard whistles and cheers, rather the drunken yells of those in love with their own voices at the cost of those around them. Niamh confided after the show how she'd have stabbed one of them in the eye if she could.
Massive credit must go to David Josefsberg (Lynch starred with him in Wedding Singer on Broadway) whose own voice and presence on stage added so much to the proceedings. Dirty Sanchez (you can see the performance here) was a new one to me, but absolutely hilarious. I had tears rolling down my face for most of it, but it's when the three launched into Purple Rain that I realised that comedy really is looking at the ordinary things in an extraordinary way. He didn't change the lyrics or anything much - they just sang it in a very funny way.
Last night was great. Laughter truly is a great medicine (as is sushi and Guinness) and Lynch and co provided a lot of laughter. I can understand how songs with Nazis, menstrual cycles, special needs children and AIDS may not be everyone's cup of tea but sometimes switching off the brain and indulging in a bit of wickedness can be a welcome reprieve from the seriousness of the situations around you. Being there with good friends who laughed, clapped and sang along - enjoying it as much if not more than I did made it all the better.
I'd go again if I could. I look forward to the Comedy Channel special he told us about, bleeps and all.
Stephen Lynch may not be a household name here yet, but he's on the way. Talented, funny and genuinely likable, he's an artist I look forward to seeing here again.
His website is at www.stephenlynch.com. You can check out the rest of the Bulmers Comedy Festival here.
If you were there, what did you think? If not, which comedy act would you like to see live?

















