Rugby & the Druids, Bray for a night out

Today I went for a fabulous run. I don't know if it will ever happen again but it was great! I need to do a few more if penny and I are actually going to do the San Fran Marathon in Oct....

Anyhow, I get back, and I go to sit down on the side of my bed and there is this god awful cracking noise. My fat ass broke the bed frame!







So Mary had to call Fay so he could bring his tools home to fix it. I was so embarrassed but we all had a good laugh about it. Fay says the wood cracked length wise so it was probably a defect... and even if that's a lie I'm going to go with it.

After Bob the Builder (aka Fay) got done. It still creeks, I'm convinced I'm going to end up on the floor one day....









After that we went down to the Druids (which is a block away) to watch the rugby matches, have a few pints and hang out. Then we had dinner at the house and headed out with Ciara (my host sister) to meet her friends in Bray. It was a good night!

Here are some pictures in case you think I never go out:

Work Update

So for those of you interested here is a work update...

After preventing me from getting as much (or really any school work done) Jimmy has left for NYC and the art show has gone off without a hitch! I had to knock a few heads but it worked out. We've sold 7 paintings so far, the first one going to Jean Kennedy Smith. And apparently Jimmy's been talking me up to the Irish Consul in NYC and they'd like to meet me the next time I'm in town (could a possible job be looming... only fate knows). The Consul is going to be doing a huge thing (poetry, video, art...) on bogs in Feb and Jimmy wants me to help coordinate that. No prob, I'm a rock star anyhow, ha. So for as frustrating as he has been I have to give the man credit, he has good contacts.

View my catalogue for the art exhibition here:
www.finugeweekend.com

Click on the Irish Boglands link, must have Flash installed for it to work and the link is only good for 4 weeks. The catalogue design is all mine, someone else made it an e-book tho.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

The answer appears to be "to get to Mary and Fay's house.."


I came home from Mugs one day (the Internet cafe in Dalkey) only to be confronted with a real live chicken at the front door. It was standing between me and the door... maybe a new guard chicken? At any rate, I knew I couldn't open the door because it would fly (or cluck its way) into the house. I just started laughing, I mean who is greeted by a chicken when they come home? My laughing offended it and the bird hoped the fence and went into the yard. I walked in the house laughing too hard to tell them what was going on (writing this it doesn't seem as funny as it actually was..) I managed to say chicken front door, and Mary thought I was "puting her on" until she saw chicken shit at the front door.

So now we can hear the bird, but cant see it. It had gotten stuck in the hedge! Fay was trying to call his brother Eamon (the guy who owns the donkey too...) because he's the only one in the area with a chicken. Turns out it was his. The thing managed to get out, wander down the hill, turn right, wander up onto the terrace and stop at our door. It took them almost 20 min to get the thing out of the shrub, but at the end of the day the chicken was saved!














Here you see Eamon and Mary getting the chicken into a bag so it can go back up the road...

Freeze on Grafton- Success!

Ok, so here is proof I was involved in the freeze on Grafton St. Round about 32 secs you'll see my hair and my blue bag. I was "putting on lipstick" for 5 min. It's a quick shot, so you'll have to look for me.




Enjoy! I'll post more when I find it.

Mid-terms!

Haha! I survived! Last week was mid-terms and even with the weekend in Kerry I managed to survive them. Yay!

Now for my week off.....

I was going to go to Egypt but apparently Contiki didn't want my money so now I'm here in Dublin. Today at 4:30 I'm heading to Grafton St. to participate in Improv Everywhere's Freeze. They want to get between 200 and 1000 people to just stop mid- activity for 5 min on Grafton St. They had something similar in Grand Central in NYC.

Other than that, I really don't have many plans... maybe finally get to the National Museum at Collins Barricks or Modern Museum of Art, or a GAA match. We'll see what happens.

Weekend in Kerry with the boss....

Well it appears my posts are getting further and further apart (and less funny).

Last weekend I spend Thursday night, Friday and half of Saturday in Listowel in Kerry with my boss. Thursday I worked all day in the Dail and then we traveled to Limerick and then onto Brosna for a town meeting. From there I finally got to get away from him and get some sleep at the B&B I was booked into. The thing I remember most about the B&B..... the 5 inch tall glow in the dark Virgin Mary statue in the corner of my room. No joke! I turned of the light and said to myself, what the F...!

The next day was a fundraising dinner for the Feale Rangers GAA team. So the day was spent preparing for that. My boss was an hour late picking me up and then left me at the hotel for 3 hrs. I could've walked back to the B&B, but no, I was told to stay there. Oh well. It wouldn't have felt like such a waste if I had brought some homework with me but instead I just stole the wireless and drank tea for a few hours. The dinner itself was fantastic. It had great food and the entertainment was a guy who used to play for Riverdance. I hung out with Jen and Claire until about 3 am when Jen gave me a lift back to the B&B. Plenty of cute men, however all of the good ones were taken, but there was still plenty of dancing!

Saturday I worked in his office for the first half of the day and then met up with John Pearse to talk about the Lartigue railway. I spent 2.5 hrs listening to this man tell me how he doesn't want the project to go into debt and how young people don't volunteer anymore. Now, for those of you who know me I don't like meetings where things get repeated, repeated, repeated. I'm very much a, tell me what you want me to do and we'll get it done, person. So that had me on edge. Then I went to another meeting before heading to the train to come back to Dublin.

After seeing the town and where he wants me to stay for the extra month, I don't think I'll be staying. His office is in Finuge which is 5 km from Listowel (about the size of Hollidaysburg) and I would be staying above that. The only form of transport I would have would be himself or John. I feel like its a bad situation so I'm not going to work for him for a month. But at least I got out there and saw it before I was stuck there for a while. It's is a shame, its a good project (peppered with a few crazies as usual) and Listowel has good people, but I'll pass and save what little sanity I have left, thanks.

Oh, and I forgot my camera or you would see the creepy glow in the dark Mary.

And I also forgot... he spent the whole weekend calling me Kathy or Suzie, even after I corrected him! At least know who I am, sheesh.

What's the craic?

Well here’s a story for you...

So I decided to go along with 6 of the people from my group on a tour that would take them up to Belfast and on to Londonderry/Derry. The tour group was called Paddywagon Tours. We left Friday morning. I looked at this bus (a 16 seater) and said to Kelly "I'm not sure it's the wisest idea to be going to the north on a green bus painted with leprechauns and sheep that says Paddywagon." Little did I know I had forecast the future.

Our tour guide had grown up in Belfast and was explaining that it had gotten better. The same thing I had been telling these people since the beginning. Our professors had been telling them how awful Belfast was and I kept saying, no I was there during the 12 of July festivals when tensions are really high and it was fine....

So we get into Belfast, take a black taxi tour; hit the Botanic for food and drink and head back to the hostel on Lisburn road. We were less than 2 blocks from Queens University. This is a predominantly neutral area. No problems so far. We hit the hay for the night. Our door is opened at 2 am and the hostel manager comes in and says "hey guys you're leave at 830 instead of 1030 because we had to call in a new bus for you. Your bus has been burned" and walks away. I started laughing and everyone else was really concerned and confused. The tour guide comes in then and says yah they petrol bombed the bus its toast, so we're joining another tour to get to Derry. Come take pics if you want. So here they are:












































Don't worry everyone is fine and no one's stuff is on there. But there you have it. According to our tour guide it was shoddy work. They used a plastic bottle to make the petrol bomb and also didn't even manage to blow the gas tank. It was pretty much just vandalizing something that represented something that upset someone. Here's the BBC article if you want to read that: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/northern_ireland/7236558.stm
Though, we have no idea who Petra is, the person they interviewed. We were gone by then and she was never on our tour.

Oh, I called Gerard. He was working nights so he was up. I told him about it and he just laughed and said, "welcome back to Belfast Nance” Fair point.

Internship Update

Well apparently over here I'm just an amazing person.....

I am working with Jimmy on coordinating an arts show in NYC. Thats going very well, I've been designing the booklet, trying to get funding, I've even heard from almost all the artists, yay for me. However, this man is a workaholic. I got a phone call last friday asking me to meet people on Saturday and then he called Sunday for a follow up. Hang on now, I'm not a full time employee. He must've gotten the hint, because he stopped calling.

Anyway, he's asked me to stay on in Kerry an extra month to do work on a museum they're trying to open up down there. Its about the first monorail in Ireland and it ran at the Lartigue station in Kerry. It's pretty interesting and I'd be willing to stay on to work on the project. He's willing to provide housing for free and I can't take payment while I'm considered and intern. Why? Well if you've ever read the fine print on your passport it says "knowingly and voluntarily revoke your U.S. citizenship if you.... accept payment from a foreign government." I'm hoping for bribes in the form of tickets to 6 nations or free food. I haven't said yes officially to the project and am heading to Kerry next weekend to meet with more people and see if I feel comfortable with the situation. One of the benefits is that I'd be in Tralee which is where my host sister is, so at least I'd know someone who's around.

I'll let you all know what happens!

Oh, and one of the other interns was out for a beer with her TD (if you haven't noticed they're a lot more laid back than US congressmen or Senators) and he asked her if her work load was ok ect. She told him it was fine. To which he said "I don't want to over work you and want to make sure you're having a good time. It could be worse, you could have Jimmy Deenihan." So rest assured, what I tell you is true. My guy has a rep.

View from the Hill

Ok, so, for those of you familiar with the Marine Corp Marathon you'll appreciate this. I walk a hill every day that's like 2 miles of the Marathon. In the morning, it's grand, all downhill into Dalkey to catch the DART. At night, sweet Jesus. Its just over a mile, straight uphill.... the whole fecking way. One day I finally made it to the very, very top of Killiney Hill. Here you have the benefit of seeing the view without the hike.












My house is somewhere over here...













And that's the view at the top. Lovely, isn't it?

Ahh... Saturday

Wow, its been a little bit...

So last week I continued doing work for Jimmy. I didn't draft a letter quite the way he liked it but we got it taken care of. I must be doing something right because I'm supposed to go to Kerry now on Feb 15 for some event. Who knows what it is. This man doesn't seem to know if he's coming or going most days.

Last night we went to a pub down the street called the Druids. Now, by down the street I mean about a 3 min walk around the corner. Its really quite nice. So, it was Fay (my house dad), Ciara (pronounced Kira, host sister), Ashley (other host sister), Kelly and Jillian. Eventually Ozzie and Eamon showed too, Ozzie being Fay's friend and Eamon being Fay's brother. They kept ordering rounds and we had a good time.

I got up today and decided I was going to make cheesecake because we had all talked about it. Now, I had mentioned to Mary (host mom) some of the things I needed in passing and she picked them up at the store for me! God bless her. I learned a few things this morning while trying to make this cake...
1) There are no such things as graham crackers here. (yes, you read that right, they don't know what they are)
2) Cream Cheese is called Philadelphia
3) Everything is in metric and that is NOT the most efficient way to cook things.
4) There is a wall switch to turn on the oven and the temp is in Celcius

Now, I succeeded in making a fairly decent semi-cake like thing. I ended up cutting the recipe in thirds because I only had 400 grams of cream cheese (230 grams = 8oz.) It didn't whip up quite right (maybe too much egg) or fill the pan, but its ok enough to eat! I guess it is a learning experience.... I'm sending them proper measuring tools when I get home. Both Mary and Ciara quipped that the USA at least has that right.

After that I headed to see a play at the Abbey Theater. It was called the Recruiting Officer and it was eh. But I had forgotten how nice Dublin can be when the sun is actually out.

Came home, had dinner, slid down the stairs (I've been more accident prone here than I have been in ages) and am now filling you all in. I'm really tired tonight but that may be because I intend on reading a tremendous amount of Irish history tomorrow.... I still don't understand why historians feel the need to make history boring.

So, thats it for now! More soon!

The New Job

So I started work on Tuesday. I didn't know I was starting on Tuesday, I was just told to go meet the man, but it turned into a 6 hour work day. Jimmy Deenihan is a force of nature. He never stops moving! It turns out he's setting up an arts exhibition in NYC for artists from Co. Kerry. This is now my project. After being there for about 45 min on Tuesday he hands me a grant application and says, here, fill this out. Sure, ok, yah, no problem. I convince him to leave it with me and have a much better version for him on Thursday, one that's typed, not handwritten. Apparently, I've won him over because I now own this project and can actually write letters to people as myself on his stationary. So, what this says to me is this, I've been here less than a week and I have more responsibility than my previous job gave me in 3 years.... hmm...

The working conditions would be considered odd in the States. There is his secretary, Bernadette , and me. That is all the staff he gets. So I have to bring my own computer and share his desk... yes you read right.




See? Jimmy's chair is on the left... and mine is on the right. See my Mac sitting there?









That about covers it. He seems nice enough and riding the DART is like the metro, only slower. Oh yah, and the cheapest place to eat in the whole city is the cafeteria at the Dail. So that's a perk too.

Assignment!

I received my placement today and will be heading into the Dáil tomorrow to meet my TD. I now know that TD stands for Teach Dáil in Irish. It would mean house representative. I will be working for..... Jimmy Deenihan who represents North Co. Kerry.

Here's a bio on him:

Deputy Deenihan was appointed Fine Gael Spokesperson for Defence, September, 2007.He served as Spokesperson on Arts, Sports and Tourism, 2002-07.

A Dáil deputy since 1987, Jimmy was appointed as Advisor to the Leader on Northern Ireland Policy and Party Spokesperson on Sport in February 2001. He was Fine Gael's Junior Spokesperson on Environmental Information and Protection from June 2000 to February 2001.

He was a member of the Gaelic Athletic Association. He won All-Ireland football medals with Kerry in 1975, 1978, 1979, 1980 and in 1981 the year he captained the team. Jimmy Deenihan received a GAA All-Star Award in 1981.

I'm hopeful that all this sports stuff means that I'll get to go to a few matches while I'm here (for free). Mulreany told me that this man only gets grad students because he requires high quality of work. In my mind this means he's probably high maintinence.... so we'll see how this goes.

Also, Jen figured out how to call me... you have to put 011 353 in front of my number which means I now have the longest phone number in the world.

Dalkey

So the little town we live in outside of Dublin in Killiney is known as Dalkey. Yesterday a group of us walked down to the harbor to see Dublin Bay. Apparently there are about 300 seals that live along the coast and the local fisherman fed a few of them for us so we could see them. There were some cliff faces and rocks that the rest of the group climbed on as well.




Again with the crooked photos, I'll figure this out I promise. This is the door to 6 Glenalua Tre.







The view from my room.... note the donkey on the hill.







Coastline looking into Dublin Bay.









Local fisherman feeding the seals!








The girls from the group. For some reason in every picture we take this semester my eyes are closed...







The group climbing the cliffs around the bay. I was too much of a chicken to go. :)






What more does one need at the end of a long day?

Kilmainham Gaol

This was the jail that was used for political prisoners from the 1803 rising, the 1916 rising, and the 1920 civil war. Eamon De Valera was held here twice but never killed because he had an American Passport (he was born in New York). De Valera went on to become Ireland's first "prime minister" or Taoiseach.



This is the more Victorian style wing of the jail. The movie Michael Collins, and the show the Tudors have used it for filming. Also, music groups like to record here because the acoustics are good.





I'm not really sure why blogger won't let me turn these, even after I've saved them the right way. So turn your head 90 degrees to the left. This is the entrance to Kilmainham. They used to have public hangings at the front door.





This is the older part of the jail. Solitary cells, similar to Eastern State Pen. in Philly. Smaller, and darker, during the famine they had anywhere from 5-7 people per cell and some sleeping in the corridors.








There are two black crosses in the courtyard that mark where the 14 leaders were shot. One marks where 13 were killed and one for the last one shot.






This is a plaque commemorating the 14 that the British executed that were involved with the Easter 1916 rising.

Pictures!

Ok, so here are some pictures for you all. The captions are below them. Enjoy! I think this weekend we're exploring Dublin so I'll have more to come! I'm also debating a trip to Egypt for spring break (don't worry too much, I'll be going with a group.)

My eyes are closed... but this is about half the group out for a nightcap.

Sneak shot of Kelly, my housemate and fellow classmate from CUA.

The front door of the IPA where I am taking classes. It is right next to Lansdowne Stadium where the soccer games are, but Lansdowne is currently being renovated.

My host doggie, Poppy.

This picture is my room at my host family's house. The room that Kelly has is pink... you can understand why I didn't pick that one. Its a little chilly but a comfy place altogether!

Above you see Grafton Street, which is the main shopping street in Dublin. It's still all lit up for the holidays.

More soon!

Internet Finally!

Ok, more later but I do have Internet now at my homestay! I'll be posting pictures and stories soon enough, thanks for your patience. I've received texts from some people but not from others so let me know if you've texted and I haven't responded, just drop me an email. I'm off to bed since I'm fighting off a cold, or its just cold here. At any rate I'll talk to you all soon!

I've been everywhere man

On my way to Buffalo on Wednesday I see:
1. a Cadillac with a license plate that says "Funeral"
- Not really sure what to make of this, but I laughed a lot.

2. A truck with the word "suicide" and a skull and cross bones painted on the back of it.
- Pair that with the plate that said funeral and I felt like the world was trying to tell me something.....

Anyway, back in VA for the moment, then off to NC to visit the fam! I'll let you know how Christmas goes... we all know how I feel about the holidays.

My moment of the day

I have a dog. The dog is hairy. Therefore, I need a vacuum. I bought an old school vacuum with no hepa filter, just a bag and a hose. I figured there was less of a chance it would get clogged. So I take the vacuum out yesterday to use it and it has zero suction power.... I mean nothing. So I start pulling it apart to see what the issue is. I can't find (or feel anything) so I start to get pissed off. Let me add that I'd been in the house all day trying to write a paper, so I take the dog for a walk to cool my head before I throw the damn thing out the window. Or take it up to my neighbors to throw it out because I live on the first floor.

So after a short walk, I come back and my roommate says she's fixed it... no, it still has no suction. I'm annoyed but also determined not to have to buy a new vacuum. I start pulling this thing apart piece by piece. I'm pulling out tons of dog hair that was just stuck in the curve of the hose and then all of a sudden there's this noise.... I keep working at it and a quarter falls out. Yes a quarter! I didn't know that this vacuum had that much suction...

I'm telling my friend about this. And he says to me, and I'm quoting this "you have like 14 f*&%-ing masters degrees and you can't bend over and pick up the shiny thing on the floor?!? You know its not a good idea to try to suck up change in the vacuum"

Thanks ass, I know this. I was more annoyed that I needed to quarter to do laundry, but hey, at least I fixed the vacuum!

What a brilliant statement...

Quote from K-Ville last Monday:

Fire Marshal: "I'm not good at sending out signals, or reading them so I'll just say it. I think we should have sex"
At which point she gets to, uh, do some cross departmental relationship building with Cobb.

Amen sister, amen. I'm keeping that one for my own use at a future date.

Thank you Southwest!

Thank you Southwest Airlines for the most entertaining safety instructions I have heard yet. They included:

"Please ensure your tray tables and seat backs are in the upright, locked, and most uncomfortable position. We will be coming through the cabin to check because we don't trust you"

"If you haven't been in a car since 1964, let me explain how the seat belt works. Please ensure that it is fastened low and tight around your hips, like the captain's speedo"

"In the event that this Southwest flight turns into a Southwest cruise we encourage you to take your seat cushion with you and kick paddle, kick, paddle the whole way to shore. We'll be right behind you with the complementary beer and peanuts"

"We don't anticipate a loss of cabin pressure, if we did we wouldn't have come to work today, but in the event that it happens, designer oxygen masks will fall from the ceiling. After you're done screaming and grabbing your neighbor please fully extend the plastic tubing to start the flow of alcohol, i mean oxygen, and breathe normally.... yeah right. "

"If you are traveling with a small child or someone who acts like it, please secure your mask first and then help them. If you're traveling with more than one child, now would be a good time to pick your favorite, who are we kidding, the one with the best earning potential, to save."

"If you don't like my jokes there are 6 exits off of this plane..."

"Welcome to Buffalo, as soon as my boyfriend... I mean the captain, has turned off the seat belt sign you can move about the cabin... please be careful getting your items out of the overhead bins, we don't want anyone going home with a complementary headache."

We also changed gates in Baltimore because "this plane has too much fuel, and its snowing in Buffalo"... really, snowing in December? Who knew? Not to mention this statement translates into... "This plane has too much fuel and its snowing, so if we slam into the runway we want to make it less likely we'll explode."

There you have it folks, an airline with a sense of humor.