Brian writes:
Defiant tricolor bike parking in Hiroshima, Japan.
Bernadette McAliskey in 1969
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J Sully writes:
This Thursday night sees a Special screening of the IFTA-winning film Bernadette ‘Notes on a Political Journey’ (2011) followed by Q and A with the film’s director Lelia Doolan afterwards as a fundraiser for The Countess Markievicz School. Tickets €10 at The Mart, Rathmines Road, Rathmines, Dublin 6. Event is BYOB.
The Countess Markievicz School was founded in 2011 by a group of graduates of the School of Social Justice in UCD who were ‘concerned about the declining number of women in public and political life in Ireland’. The school provides a discussion forum on women in honour of Ireland’s first MP and Cabinet Minister….
Markievicz Film Fundraiser (EventBrite)
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I don’t think you need a man and a woman to raise a child. I started life in a Catholic orphanage run by nuns, a very happy place. I had 10 years in boarding school run by Catholic nuns and loved every minute of it. I had my bag packed and ready to return a week before the holidays ended. My adoptive mother was widowed when I was six and worked all her life, and didn’t remarry until I was 19. So all my formative years were without a man in my life.
One question does occur to me – if being raised by a man and a woman is so important then why didn’t the church see to it that the boys and girls, like me, had men and women to care for them in those institutions? Why didn’t the nuns and priests or brothers who ran residential institutions have to live in community in those institutions? For the sake of the children’s welfare and best formation, of course.
I would have loved to have had my dad all my life and I loved my stepfather. But I didn’t need either to be well raised. It’s love that matters, whether the parent is single, homosexual or heterosexual. – Yours, etc,
Gail Grossman Freyne, LLB, PhD
Killarney, Co Kerry.
FIGHT!
Pic: Boston Globe
In Glasgow
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Police (top) at Kelvingrove, Glasgow searching for Karen Buckley (above).
Police in Glasgow said the man seen talking to Cork-born student Karen Buckley was found last night. Karen is a student at Glasgow Caledonian University and lives in a flat share in Hill Street, Garnethill, Glasgow.
After having drinks in the flat on Saturday, Karen and her friends went to Sanctuary nightclub in Dumbarton Road, Partick, arriving at 11.45pm. At 1am Karen told friends that she was going to the toilet, but didn’t return. Karen did not pick up her jacket. She was then seen on CCTV outside on Dumbarton Road talking to the man now being questioned.
Man seen on CCTV talking to missing Cork student traced (RTÉ)
The Old Ones
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John Gallen writes:
Our census might disagree with this Win/Gallup study that says that 41% of people in Ireland are NOT religious…. with only 45% claiming to be so.
Choice quote from Guardian – “Jean-Marc Leger, president of Win/Gallup International, said globally an average of two-thirds of people still consider themselves religious. “Religion continues to dominate our everyday lives and we see that the total number of people who consider themselves to be religious is actually relatively high,” he said.”
Interactive map here.
UK One Of The World’s least Religious Countries (Guardian
Famous faces with Fibonacci’s ‘golden spiral’ dubiously applied by Igor Kkk.
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Louise Hannon writes:
The Bernard Shaw mural Is some one giving an unsubtle message
Johnjoe Boathouse writes:
After my annual 8-hour visit to GNIB, where I handed over €300 in exchange for a tiny plastic ID card exactly like the ones from previous years, I tried to capture some highlights for those that have never had the experience themselves in this fancy photo collage. I also found this very helpful site afterwards. It would surely alleviate the overcrowding if they were allowed to put posters in the waiting area. About the puke puddle in the entrance…that wasn’t mine. It sat there for at least 2 hours, and was stepped in a few times before finally being covered – and it still hadn’t been cleaned up when I left.
