Oct 182016
 

THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF KNOWING EVERYONE

A profiteer, a Priest of Nebt-het, from Heliopolis, and a Fool were
walking together one day, when they met the grim figure of War belching
flame and fury.

‘Who is that?’ asked the fool and the priest of each other, quickening
their pace. But the profiteer raised his hat, bowed humbly, and stayed
to chat for a few moments with the terrible figure, before rejoining his
companions.

Presently, they came upon Death, mumbling to himself by the roadside.
The fool and the profiteer raised their eyebrows, and passed on, but the
priest of Nebt-het touched his forehead and made certain strange signs
with his hands, to which Death replied in like manner.

Then the three spied a beautiful woman who sat among the wildflowers. It
was Love, combing her hair and singing all the love-songs of the world.
‘That is a fine woman,’ said the profiteer, staring hard.

‘I do not know her,’ said the priest, somewhat sadly. But the fool ran
forward and caught her hands in his, and they laughed together. So the
priest and the profiteer walked on, but when they had gone a little way,
they turned round, and there was the fool sitting at her feet and
looking into her eyes as she sang and combed her hair.

‘The fool has all the luck,’ they grumbled.

From
BRIEF DIVERSIONS
being Tales Travesties and Epigrams by
J. B. PRIESTLEY
1922

 Posted by at 3:03 pm
Oct 082016
 

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There  are stone circles like this all over this part of Ireland. Maybe 3000 years old. Before the Celts arrived. Almost for sure to do with the equinoxes and such, but beyond that no one really knows. Mysterioso. This one is in a place called Kenmare. It is unusual in that it is actually inside the town, about 3 blocks from the town square. So everyone who has ever lived in Kenmare grew up with these things in the back yard, and there a generations of
sentiment/superstition/tradition, that is to say religion, attached to them.

There is a tree there where people attach
notes, mostly wishes, and other things.                                                                                  So, we made a wish.

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 Posted by at 10:13 pm
Oct 072016
 

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The dream was always the same. I’d be driving fast on a narrow winding road. I would realize that the steering wheel was gone, and there were no brakes. I would go careening along, unable to control the car. Miraculously, the inevitable crash never occurred, but the terror just went on and on. I have not had this dream for years, until today. Except today…. It was REAL.

 

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Ireland has notoriously narrow roads. Marion has driven here before, so she drove as we headed out to Killarney National Forest. Another similarity to the US: park roads are the worst.  So, I got to sit where the steering wheel is supposed to be, in sheer terror as she narrowly missed stone walls, ditches, other vehicles and the occasional crazy person on a bicycle.

Ultimately, I decided that it would be less scary to be driving, and would not be dissuaded.

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I did not get a mile, or even a kilometer. Several meters, maybe, before hitting a big rock.

Marion, reasonably expecting me to be a big dumb jerk, headed for the hills while I dealt with it. To my surprise, I enjoyed changing the tire. I’ve changed lots and lots of tires in my time. I’m good at it. Its the only time all day I felt in the least bit in control of anything automotive.  Put me in a good mood. The guys who mounted the new tire for us were great, and I cracked them up by saying I’d rather fix a flat than drive on the left. Marion drives from now on.

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Here are the hills.

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 Posted by at 11:44 pm
Oct 062016
 

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This means something different from Seattle. Its just a regular pharmacy

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We are staying in the nicest place I have ever slept. Its the Caherne House Hotel. The original estate dates back to the 1600’s, but the building is new, 1877.

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We are talking real deal manor house here.

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These are Red Deer. They just hang out in the field next door

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 Posted by at 8:33 pm
Oct 052016
 

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We went to St Patrick’s Cathedral for Evensong. To our shock, its not Roman Catholic, but Anglican! really uncomfortable kneelers.

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Here’s a selfie of us at the Cathedral

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This was the coolest thing in the place. Its probably from the 9th Century and was found capping a well believed to have been used by St. Pat himself for baptisms.

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 Posted by at 8:03 pm
Oct 052016
 
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Dublin was founded by Vikings who sailed up the River Liffey in the 10th Century AD

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We went to Trinity College and saw the Book of Kells

 

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And the oldest harp in Ireland

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We took a Selfie at St. Stephen’s Green, a site of one of the events of the 1916 Easter Rebellion.

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We went to the Archeological Museum. This is the floor, which is all mosaic

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And this is God, according to some Medieval artist

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This is just some random building

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This is not graffiti, these nonsense poems, by Edward Lear it turns out, are all over the toilet area in a very nice restaurant we ate at. Lear was English, but the poem seems characteristically Irish to me. They call them “Toilets”, not bathrooms.

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