Saturday, April 18, 2009

What a day sunny all

What a day sunny all the way. Now "la piece the resistance" th bbq

Friday, April 17, 2009

Well this one is for







Well this one is for the morning cycle. Specially with a blocked nose.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Monday, April 13, 2009

You can not understa







You can not understand the melancholy of this song being in north Dublin. Diane Therapy?

The Irish weather is

The Irish weather is so fine, that it oppens my blogging apetite ;-)

Places from the past....

Through a somehow twist of fate I have found myself twisting traditions. The easter one, and that of visiting ireland.

Since I know I do not write half as frequently as I should I am not pretending I have much of a following on this blog. However most of t he people that read this know me in person which makes it a lot easier to write for. If you do not know who I am please feel free to leave a message. I would like to hear from you.

I first discovered Ireland, or accurately Dublin when I was a teenager. In the usual way at the time. Poping over to alegedly learn/improve my English. What I really ended up doing was setting up a solid base in beerology. Meeting people from all over the place, and practice all the other languages that I also knew. I have as a call of fame to have learned German in Dublin. Yes I know that sounds weird but it may be material for another post.

Well the big difference now is that instead of staying in a house with an ederly lady, with some advanced alcoholism problems and three dogs, and meeting and drinking with people from all over the planet(all over europe rather). I am in a golf course hotel somewhere in Portmarnock, playing the little mind game of guessing the nationality of each one of the staff members and being annoyed at overhearing the conversation of people with very soft irish accents, yet very loud voices.
I guess you can not pretend to be posh without being plane stupid. On the other side I never mange to greet the staff in their own languge. I guess I am avoiding the embarrasment of falling into stereotypes, getting it plain and simply wrong,
or to be more accurate, avoid showing off.

Here the tidal areas and the sea together with the dunes make for a wonderful landscape in the sun. Sun that has now pretty much burned my nose making me a discrace of a Spaniard. I have become so pale, gathering the light from a computer monitor, that even the Irish sun burns me. Wasn't it suppossed to be the other way. Glowing red Irish tourist in Spain. The whole situation is not without irony.

But to come back to the original idea of the post. Tradidions.... Easter is a big thing in my region. People usually go travel, if they can, or spend the long week-end with friends eating and drinking beyond sanity. This is usually done by the sea and the opening of the summer season starts around this time of year.

Well the tradition in that respect has been kept. Dublin has always been a summer place for me. So spending easter here is natural. With the diaspora of friends that I have I also have an old teenagehood friend here. He has now been working here for 5 years and seems to have settled down for a bit. He is preparing his first exhibition, which somehow makes me feel good. You see I know an up and coming artist. In fact I know several, but those thougths are so vane I will have to get them out of my skull double quick.

On the other side, just taking some time to relax, not do much but sleep or blog.... at last... is always good for the soul. I have to make some sort of resolution, lets call it an easter one, new years are so passè, to blog more.

As most of you know I have recently acquired some new geeky kit. That will consume some of my time, but hopefully not enough to keep me away from blogging.

Or perhaps I will blog about the secret life in my shed. May be a bit more of a way of getting the rusty old fingers to do some exercice. Not the phisical exercise of typing with which I earn my living but the intellectual exercise of writing a story or telling a tale in a half pallatable way.

To all of you out there, from all of us in here, greetings.