It’s 1:30 AM, and the light patter of Dublin rain spits against my window here in the university residence room where I sip Irish breakfast tea and fight the inner monster of procrastination. Continue reading Loneliness Will Sit Over Our Roofs With Brooding Wings
My second full day in Ireland. I am once more seated in a Caffe Nero (my preferred coffee chain here, due mostly to their excellent pastries and wifi speed). I have relocated from the KeyCollections hotel in Rathgar (how cool of a name is Rathgar?) to a residence room on a local college campus. (It’s very comfortable, by the way.)
The highlight of today was another visit to Trinity College Dublin, an ancient university founded during the reign of Elizabeth I (1592). I did the tourist thing and paid to see the Book of Kells. If you’re a lover of history, religions, and books, as I am, then this is a must-do. Continue reading I Don’t Know Many Arseholes But I Don’t Want to Insult the Ones I Know
Greetings from Caffè Nero in Dublin, Ireland, where I have retreated to caffeinated comfort from the spitting rain, after stuffing down this enormous faux meat “doner kebab” from the Shova Vegan Butcher:
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Militant lesbian activist Julia Beck:
Militant lesbian activist Joseph Gordon Levitt: