It’s A Metaphor For Modern Ireland
You see, the angel is the IMF, and the guy’s hand, well that’s…
Oh never mind.
Back at 9am. Literally.
(Comment lines remain open throughout the night)
Monthly Archives: November 2010
RTE Weather People: They’re Human Too
See, about half way down the page, the entry for 0715.
Delightfully human sidelight in what is intended to be a purely functional (if highly addictive) page.
(Ta ‘Northsider’)
The Thomas Davis Monument Under Ice
Eddie Delaney and nature’s tribute to Young Irelander Thomas Davis at College Green, Dublin.
He wrote A Nation Once Again.
Spooky.
(Photocall Ireland)
NOTICE: Marc Coleman’s New Think Tank Will No Longer Be Known As The National Alliance But The National Forum
It was felt the National Alliance sounded a bit fascist.
Or not fascist enough.
Those who paid subscriptions to the National Alliance well, you know, you took a risk. That’s the market. Suck it up.
Discussion here
(Photocall Ireland)
Cannot Be Unseen: Jake Hathaway and Anne Gyllenhaal
The mere existence of this image ensures they’ll never get it on in real life.
DailyWh.at via theRussRoss
Get Ready To Hear This Coldplay XMas Single. A Lot.
Hey, it beats Shakin’ Stevens.
No?
Out on iTunes tomorrow.
Happy Ker-chingmas.
Twitter Versus Facebook: Step Up
Dublin Hipster Police: The Street Project
My oh my. What do we have ‘ere?
It’s an an eight week art installation off Dame Lane. With seating made from found objects (all directly influenced by the laneway users) the project examines the existence and possibilities of community in a mostly transient space.
Never mind all that, my son. Have you ever had your hipster collar felt before?
No
Well allow me to be the first. Hipsters. You’re NICKED. Get in the back of the van.
Battle Of The B-Boys
Highlights of the Battle Of The Year 2010 international breakdancing championships last Saturday in Montpelier.
Music by Kraddy.
YAKfilms
That Johnny Ronan Panic Attack In Full
The Glenda. This morning at the launch of the Persil Irish Fashion Awards.
The only one to knee one of those dudes in the balls.
OK, she didn’t do it for us. But still.
Ferosh. Fist bump.
(Photocall Ireland)
Don’t Move. There’s Something On Your Neck.
Treehoppers. They exist. Deal with it.
Firstly: Did God drop acid back in the day?
The second thing one asks is, “What the bloody hell is all that ornamentation on the thorax?” (Note that the “balls” on the antenna-like structure aren’t eyes, but simply spheres of chitin.) A first guess is that it’s a sexually-selected trait, but those are often limited to males, and these creatures show the ornaments in both sexes. Kemp hypothesizes—and this seems quite reasonable—that “the hollow globes, like the remarkable excrescences exhibited by other treehoppers, probably deter predators.” It would be hard to grab, much less chow down on, a beast with all those spines and excrescences.
More pix and the full article by ecologist Jerry A Coyne here.
BoingBoing
Because You Demanded A Slush-Based Visual Metaphor
Taken literally two hours ago.
And for the day what’s in it, may we recommend another viewing of Charlie Brooker on ‘Snow’.
(Photocall Ireland)
George Hook Holds A Pretend Street Sign To Mark The Opening Of A Building Society Branch Office
He needs the money.
A story old as time.
He fell in love with a piece of technology and now she’s bleeding him dry.
(Hooky there, wearing the club tie of Old Blowhardians RFC, for whom he stills togs out)
(Photocall Ireland)
When Living In Ireland, Boiled Down To Its Essential Ingredients, Is Like The Movie Version Of The Road
There he is. You.
Pushing through the slush a car you’re still paying off eight years later*,
From the house you can’t afford but can’t leave.
To go to the job you hate but can’t walk from,
To know, way down deep in your balls, that no one – least of all Mr. Enda Kenny TD and Leo Ardvarker TD - will save you.
(Photocall Ireland)
* This is a hypothetical geezer and not the bloke in the photo.
