Darren Greene: the hustle and bustle
Tomorrow I will be at CreativeCamp Belfast. I’ve never been to one before so not sure exactly what to expect and I’m also staying at the rather famous Europa Hotel. Should be fun!
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inphotos.org: And the rain keeps pouring
Rain has been pouring out of the heavens all day with little break. Here’s my neighbour’s car shot through the windscreen of my car this evening. Just back from acupuncture, need to shoot something not sharp to counter the needles I watched being put into my feet and hands, never mind the ones I didn’t see go into my neck, arms, hands, back and legs previously. at least 26 in all. Feel sluggish now.
Phil has amazing rain photos from a few days ago, too tired to link right now, sorry!
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Tags: Abstract, Blarney, blur, Canon-40D, car, Cork, Cork Photos, Ireland, Irish photos, irishblogs, Photos, Rain, Sigma 18-200, Water, windscreenIced Coffee: snail
I moved into my new house with 2 friends at the weekend and while still figuring things out and discovering how things work (such as a minor leak from the shower) I found 10 snails on the underside of a plank of wood in our massive back yard. This is one of them.
Iced Coffee: on balconytv
Kitty and the Can Openers on BalconyTV
You can download their full E.P. on the band’s website.
Not long left to vote for the band on SlicethePie
Iced Coffee: show me things
Show me things I don’t or won’t understand, things that will be strange to me. Beautiful things that make me want to be better and horrible things that that I can’t watch, things that make me want to be worse than I already am.
Show me your thoughts and my own, and show me your expression as you watch me compare the two.
Show me things so that I can think about them and associate them with other things.
Show me a pencil to write that down with.
Show me things that don’t make sense, that don’t exist but show them to me anyway because if I can think about it, it must be.
Show me how to fix parts of me that are broken, whether its my head, my heart or my knees.
Show me how to care less so I can care more for more important things.
Show me how to take my own amazing advice.
Show me the hybrid creation of the mixed DNA of Lord Voldemort, Miss Trunchbull and the Wicked witch of the West and let me keep it in a box.
Show me where more ends.
Show me how to be smart so I can use that smartness to convince other people of my own obvious intelligence.
Show me how to re-find places where I felt safe.
Show me how to forget the things that haunt me.
Show me a spider that actually wants to come and get me.
Show me why I just cant get over it.
Show me a montage of all my stupidest moments and make me watch it over and over… will I learn anything?
Show me why the one in a million is the one that sticks out, that seems so unfair to the other nine hundred and ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine!
Show me why I’m not left-handed, it seems like such a better way to live.
Show me a man that I can respect who will not disappoint me.
Show me the great wall of china.
Show me the money.
Show me child abuse so I can feel socially responsible for a few seconds, then show me the Sheila’s Wheels advertisement with the guy that dances and sings.
Show me a happy feminist or a diet coke break where the men ogle the women over a sip of fizzy evil at eleven thirty in the morning..
Show me motivation… or don’t.
Show me the Ghost who for two years stood by my bed and watched me sleep and show me why I sometimes think there is someone standing right behind me.
Show me how to dance.
Show me high seas and a low tide.
Show me why my brain thinks faster than my ability to write, so I subsequently forget more than a third of everything I think is important enough to make note of.
Show me what makes blue, blue, Bananas, bananas, Oil, oily and water wet.
Show me what it is that makes girls seem attractive to me.
Show me freshly washed and ironed bed linen and spend a half hour listening to me drone on about the many benefits of a well-made bed.
Show me a picture of myself looking at a picture of myself.
Show me how other people think so I can know what I’m doing wrong.
Show me a better TV channel than Cartoon network, and a better cartoon than Tom and Jerry.
Show me why after a bad accident most people when they get over the shock of what’s happened try and console you by telling you that you’re lucky really.
Show me why, when Superman was fighting Batman he didn’t just laser-beam him from like a mile away, surely that would have made sense.
Show me a way out.
Show me AlienlovesPredator.com …amazing.
Show me the idiot who told a generation full of easily led drug abusing manic depressives that its better to burn out than fade away… that’s right I said idiot.
Show me a glass half full that ever made a difference to anyone.
Show me the moment my innocence was wasted.
Show me the night sky if it will help me sleep, show me anything that will help me sleep.
Show me how to be me… even better, show me how to be you.
But finally and most importantly right now, show me how to write a file to disc on Windows fucking Vista!
By Lisa Walker, read out at The Summer Experiment gig last week. More on the gig next week.
teamKenny: Here is Bar Pinxto
Here is Bar Pinxto in Temple Bar. My fella and I are quite partial to it.
It’s a sister establishment to The Port House on South William Street, which I think is my favourite of the two. Both serve very reasonable and delicious tapas. Yum!
However Bar Pinxto is better for groups and has recently opened a lovely outside bit with an entrance on Meeting House Square. Now, if only the rain would go away.
