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Dead writers, France, Europe, cities, language, book history, the rise of the populist right. I hop about. Sometimes I wag my tail.
Yes of course. Renaissance Mom.
January 7, 2026 at 12:06 AM
Could be tough getting the last one past the electorate, given the presidential result.
January 6, 2026 at 11:16 PM
The Venice Resort in Las Vegas is *much* superior to the original. The fabulous Grand Canal Shoppes is completely indoors, and everyone speaks English!
January 6, 2026 at 11:14 AM
No wise men, no angels, no mistletoe trucks. No reindeer, no shepherds, we're shit out of luck.
January 6, 2026 at 10:05 AM
When the four TV-watching males all shouted 'Pass the ball', my annoyingly literal mother responded: 'They can't hear you.'
January 3, 2026 at 3:06 AM
Just so long as you can get relaxed with it at 65(ish).
January 3, 2026 at 3:00 AM
Nollaig na Man. Only in Ireland would a day meant to celebrate women be called after men.
January 3, 2026 at 2:53 AM
A brave young soldier?
January 3, 2026 at 2:47 AM
Here lays a(nother) remnant of grammatical dacency.
January 1, 2026 at 12:39 PM
Ah yes, 'the system'. But in most European cities you have a municipal police which is visible on the streets and which has a simpler range of duties (public order, traffic etc) and which doesn't have to be paid as much as our virtually invisible, monopolistic Garda Siochana apparently does.
January 1, 2026 at 12:24 PM
I am become?
December 31, 2025 at 1:06 AM
A quare-looking gink, my father would have said.
December 31, 2025 at 12:55 AM
And many good essays in Dublin Review of Books (drb.ie).
December 31, 2025 at 12:42 AM
Well very few a dozen years ago, but the solicited ones, some 'unpublishable', were published anyway. PhilSpace@paperofrecord
December 31, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Many easily misled people thought to burst in twain the galling chain and free our native land.
An ongoing project.
December 31, 2025 at 12:21 AM
An old Dublin speech act that I thought might be dead, but no. A youngish lady, pursued from the supermarket by a security man (of immigrant origin), gave him goodo: 'And you can f**k off, ya smelly leper!'
Somehow it feels as if there should be two Ps in 'lepper'.
December 30, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Slender.
December 30, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Cf squirrdel.
December 30, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Persons seldom make passes / At persons with glasses.
... Perhaps.
December 30, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Eating nothing is certainly good. Standing on a pillar is even better.
December 30, 2025 at 5:38 PM
In the town of Henin-Beaumont, Marine Le Pen's constituency, there is an Avenue Brigitte Bardot. I stopped to look at the message from BB to the far-right mayor, thanking him for the honour. A passerby stopped to tell me, in case I didn't know, who she was. And I'm an even older bastard than you.
December 28, 2025 at 11:29 PM