This weekend Dublin Civic Trust is hosting an Open House event, sponsored by the embassy of Israel, entitled “Postcards of Our City”, in which Dubliners are encouraged to send postcards to residents of Tel Aviv, Israel.

The invitation to this event which is to be opened by Minister for Education, Ruairí Quinn, references Tel Aviv as a city “emerging from the sands”.

In fact, while some of Tel Aviv may have been built on sand, much of it was constructed over the Palestinian villages of Sheikh Muwanis, Jammusin, Salame and Summmeil.

….This is an occasion when cultural issues and human rights are inseparably linked, and thus we call on Mr Quinn to reconsider his decision to support this event and on the Civic Trust to withdraw its premises from the project. – Yours, etc,

John Dorman, MRIAI; Mark Price, UCD School of Architecture; Ciaran Cuffe MRIAI MIPI; Sean Harrington, MRIAI; Niamh Butler MRIAI; Mary Byrne Assoc. MRIAI; Peter Tansey MRIAI; Paul P Kelly FRIAI; Dominic Stevens MRIAI; Jim Roche, Johanna Cleary, Francis Duffy,, John Lauder, Simon MCGuinness Dublin School of Architecture, DIT,

‘Open House’ postcard protest (Irish Times Letters)

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Here’s a mini-slideshow of all the Irish-related Time covers:

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1. Bono, 2. Bono, 3. The Troubles, 4. De Valera, 5. James Joyce, 6. James Joyce, 7. Eamon De Valera, 8. Sean Lemass, 9. The Troubles, 10. U2,

 

Three cheers of El President Squee,
As he crosses the ocean to see,
A number of sites,
Where folk defend rights,
That’s where he always wants to be.

John Moynes

Unless you can do better?

Oh yes, it’s a Friday Squee in Chile ‘rick off.

A prize for the finest Limerick.

Lines close at 1pm.

Lenny Abrahamson, director of southside noir What Richard Did (2012).

Sense in a world gone all schoolmarmish.

Abrahamson admits to having some intellectual purchase on that [Ross O’Carroll Kelly] world. The son of a lawyer, he was educated at The High School in Rathgar, Trinity College Dublin and at Stanford University. He must have pondered how life has changed for the metropolitan middle class. Are they really taking the handcart to Hades?

“That is certainly a question I asked myself a lot while I was doing it,” he says. “Maybe the young people I met seem more sophisticated, but essentially it hasn’t changed much. Every generation thinks the one coming up has more licence than they did. And it’s never true. We all drank our heads off. We had sex quite young. None of those things was shocking to me. We all did that ‘deep conversation’ thing we thought so profound. Maybe there is a greater expectation for the material things in life now. That would be the main difference.”

 

*applause*

Lenny Abrahamson – The Kids Aren’t Alright’ (Donald Clarke, Irish Times)

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The doves flew up and up, then dived and circled back towards Jill’s father [George McKeon] and the gathering. They then flew west in formation, away from him, towards Perth where he lives and onward, perhaps, towards Ireland.

The hug he then locked into with Jill’s husband Tom Meagher seemed endless and unable to be tighter. The silence at this point was deafening. The doves had gone. The music that played throughout the service had stopped. Meagher had earlier bade her farewell with the words: “Goodbye, my beautiful, funny girl. I will love you forever.”

He also used the gaelic phrase “slán abhaile mo chara”, meaning “safe home my friend”.

Yet Meagher also remembered his mischievous, impulsive wife as a person who cried at television sitcom themes, got a tattoo she regretted and had 20 jobs in 17 months.

Edith McKeon — Jill’s small Irish mother with an enormous personality — was perhaps behind the unusual funeral touch of some of the women wearing outlandish-coloured high heels.

Farewell To Jill Meagher (The Age)

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