Taken at the Belle Etoile Shopping Centre in Luxembourg.
(Thanks Nikkeboentje)
‘sup?
Sligo-based artist Annie West writes:
This fella arrived at the office earlier this week and then came back again yesterday.
He’s sitting up there on the top layer of the office glaring at me. Well, gazing maybe.
Ironically sitting right beside the *Paddy Pigeon* illustration file.I get very twitchy when I’m working while being watched so I kind of need to find out what I should be doing. He’s ringed but I don’t want to freak him out either or I’ll have Pigeon poo all over my artwork. Any suggestions.
Anyone?
Update: Owing to a premature posting yesterday we are featuring this Golden Discs voucher offer until MIDNIGHT Saturday.
Each week we give away a voucher worth €25 to spend at any of the 13 Golden Discs nationwide.
Twenty. Five. Big. Ones.
All we ask from you is a song we can share at 1pm this SUNDAY.
This week’s theme: a song for Father’s Day.
To enter, please complete this sentence:
‘For Fathering Sunday, please give the Golden Discs voucher to my father____________[name] and play him__________________ while you’re at it.’
Lines MUST close at 12.45pm Saturday MIDNIGHT.
‘sup?
Ken Curtin writes:
Creationists out in #Cork today, apparently dinosaurs were around just few thousand years ago, Science is wrong.
More as we get it.
The weekly weekend map with cheap and free STUFF to do around ireland compiled by Ross O’Mullane and Steve McCarthy for Energia [Details of events at link below].
Mark Paul, of The Irish Times
You may have read an opinion piece about feminism in Wednesday’s The Irish Times by the newspaper’s business affairs correspondent Mark Paul.
Full disclosure: we have some ‘previous‘.
Mr Paul’s article, entitled ‘Feminists busy shooting themselves in the foot‘, included the following:
Carelessly entering a Twitter debate on feminism or sexism as a straight, white male can be a hazardous thing. It’s a bit like wandering into a coop full of angry chickens who have armed themselves with machine guns. They riddle you with bullets, then spit on your corpse and call you a nasty fox.
…Everybody, even the most ardent feminist, knows that most men aren’t lecherous, drooling, breast-grabbing misogynists. That is not the point, they will tell you: all women have been subjected to some sort of unwanted male attention in a pub or at work or while walking down the street. This is probably true to varying degrees. And that is lamentable.
Some feminists clearly espouse that all men are complicit in this activity or are responsible for it in some way, whether or not they engage in it. You may not have slapped any backsides or pulled any bra straps, but you’re a man, the orthodoxy goes, and your collective predilection for dirty jokes causes other men to harass women.
You’re not supposed to object to this stupid proposition. Not if you’re a man. If you do, you’re derailing the debate and bringing the focus back on to your own sorry, privileged self. It’s not about you, Mr Man. It’s about women. Right?
Further to this…
Max H Omosapien writes:
And lo it is come to pass. The hero prophesied in the ancient texts (written by men) stands among us. And as foretold he has raised his voice on high, and standing firmly upon the pinnacle of Mount Irish Times, with his cloak of privilege and probably his pendulous and prodigious testicles flapping in the breeze, he has bravely declared the utterly heartfelt, unique and never before spoken message: “Feminism, you’re doing it wrong.”
Can you feel his compassion for the many female victims of sexual assault and intimate partner abuse?
Can you feel his anger towards the perpetrators of these abuses?
Can you feel his frustration with the unequal representation of women in nearly all areas of governance and social structures?
Can you feel how tenderly and respectfully he reaches out to communicate this to his sisters?
Can you feel his unquenchable desire to work tirelessly to right these wrongs?
Me neither.
I see what I always see when a man cries crocodile tears for the state of feminism. I see a bruised ego that instead of fighting the real and urgent battles I mentioned above would rather fight the rising oppressed under a false flag of friendship.
A two-faced troll with the privilege to view all this as a game of internet argument and semantics. Someone who unconsciously or otherwise understands that equality means the erosion of the unearned privileges he enjoys as a man.
And this is a scary thought; I mean who wants to just give all that up for nothing. It’s pretty sweet after all. But they’re not a monster. They also believe in equality (in an abstract way). So how do they solve this?
They become trojan egalitarians.
I’m sure you’ve met many. They don’t actually want equality. But they can’t admit to themselves that they don’t want equality so they instead take up an unimpeachable position as high-minded, truly objective crusaders for and experts on equality.
Then strangely, they set their sights on what to them is the most important work someone in their position as a high-minded, truly objective crusaders for equality can do; they fight against feminism.
Not patriarchal systems. Not an archaic and ineffectual legal system.
No, feminism.
Do you see how clever this is? If you define the rising power of the oppressed as the true enemy of equality then you get to fight it instead of what’s actually causing the inequality.
Meaning you get to simultaneously feel like a good person fighting for equality while at the same time hampering the progress of those who, among others, are actually fighting for equality.
And by doing this you are also ensuring that you can all the while in clear conscience hold onto your sweet little male privilege.
It’s genius. It’s evil, unconscious, depressing, Gordian knot-cutting genius and it’s everywhere.
Even in the Irish Times.
Gulp.
Feminists busy shooting themselves in the foot (Mark Paul, Irish Times)
This afternoon.
Custom House, Dublin 1
‘Revellers’ – some already high on illicit herb – gather for buses to this weekend’s Body & Soul festival in Ballinlough, County Westmeath.
Harrumph.
Yesterday: Body & Soak
Thanks Buzz
Update:
This afternoon.
A reveller couple arrive outside the Custom House to meet up with fellow revellers.
Young Irish chess internationals with Irish Chess patron President Higgins (centre)
Against the CLOCK?
John McMorrow, of the Irish Chess Union, writes:
I know you don’t normally do this… but the Bray Rapidplay Chess competition is on this Sunday, in the Esplanade Hotel on Bray’s beautiful seafront.
The event will feature young and old, with experienced internationals as well as beginners. The competition adds some extra uncertainty by being played under strict time limits which ensure quick and entertaining games.
Every player who enters is guaranteed 7 games which will mostly be against players of their own standard.
The winner will pick up a cheque for €500 while there are a variety of other prizes for the various standards. There were 106 entrants last year and the organisers are hoping to top that number this year.
Here is the current world chess champion playing a similar format of game to what we’ll be playing: We won’t be quite as fast or else it would be a very short day but just to give an example.