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As for today…. does no one else see this?
I’ve been back from Ireland for about a week now, and I can’t believe that was ever even on vacation. It seems like months ago, and I am already gonads-deep in work. Mind you, being back in Ottawa in the summer is a little like being stuck in some weird vacation land. Witness this sight from downtown. And no, this is not the new LRT: Continue reading Arise, Ass Director
Dublin
These are my last few moments in Ireland, and I spend them in the airport writing to you, my droogies. Show some gratitude!
I capped off my trip with beers with my old friend John, who ironically was also spending his last night in Ireland, after being posted here for four years. So it’s a bigger event for him than for me. We imbibed those beers (well, beer, because the plural of beer is beer; elliptical sentences and all that) in a place called McGowan’s Pub, which was up the street from my residence. Continue reading With Or Without Ewe
“A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine.” Continue reading Keats and Yeats are on Your Side
