I stumbled upon this while digging in the depths of my hard drive for a document for a grad school application. I wrote it in May after my parents came to Dublin to visit, and we took a mini-holiday to Norway, traveling from Oslo to Bergen and back in four days. It was an experience. … Continue reading »
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hi, again!
Sorry I’ve been a bit dreary with the blog-keeping – I originally meant it as a travel blog, and so when I stopped travelling, I stopped writing. Except I didn’t stop travelling, not really: I misled you. There was an amazing trip to Morocco with one of my good friends at the end of last … Continue reading »
whoosh.
It’s funny how things seem like they’ll go on forever, and then one day, it’s whooshgoodbye. While MU graduates walk across the stage today and wonder where the last three five six?! four years of their life have gone, I have begun saying goodbye to the city that has been my base for the past four months. … Continue reading »
column delivery!
Because I haven’t updated this thing since 6 April, and I really don’t have an excuse, I’m going to take the lazy way out and publish my column from The Maneater this week instead of coming up with original thoughts. I’ll probably have some next week, considering the shenanigans that are about to take flight (literally). … Continue reading »
the anthem.
[This week's Maneater column, "The Song Heard 'Round the World," published 5 April.] Listen to the song here. (Rufus Wainwright, “Hallelujah”) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “I’ve heard there was a secret chord that David played,and it pleased the Lord. But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this: The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, … Continue reading »
by the numbers.
My life from 4 March – 4 April: 23 – number of days I’ve spent traveling 8 – number of days spent in Dublin (mostly to go to class) 1.6 – average number of days between trips 10 – number of flights taken 18 – number of train or bus trips taken (8 alone in … Continue reading »
a high point.
Dumbass and Sh*thead look at me expectantly from the trail ahead. I hate them. I’m a good 20 metres behind, picking my way up an incredibly icy slope. I shoot them my best editor’s glare, but that’s suddenly interrupted by the feel of ice and snow crumbing below my left foot. I know I don’t … Continue reading »
