I remember when I was little, I had a light and fluffy block of cork wood that I thought was a very rare and exotic thing as part of a larger collection of stones, fossils and pieces of petrified wood. It was eaten with wormholes, and I think I only tried once floating it in the bathtub. Such an unusual grove must have its origins with the Irish second-city of the same name, I was convinced.
Friday 7 October 2011
korkenzieher or exonymy
flory and fitchy or cross moline
The adult daughter of our neighbor has recently returned home to care for her mother and seeing to the considerable undertaking of getting her mother's household in order. The upper suite of rooms are beginning to look more livable and lived-in, and one afternoon, what I first thought was a Saint Stephan's or Patriarchal Cross, appeared in the window--almost like it was taped on. Another neighbour though it was the same thing, although he said it looked like a Saint Andrew's--which actually is the x-shaped one. Later, I was assured it was a bathroom shelf--but I wondered if it might be a sort of scarecrow--something to ward off the heathens whose terrace is just off their house.
Thursday 6 October 2011
ghost run
mainframe
catagories: lifestyle, technology and innovation
Wednesday 5 October 2011
whack fol de turalura ladie, whack fol de turalureley
You can see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney,
speakeasy or agent 99
catagories: labour, networking and blogging, revolution