I am lucky enough to have a few paintings of sailing ships – produced by a great-uncle – on my walls. On the back of one is the second verse of the John Masefield poem Sea Fever.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
So this probably inspired a school project for a ditty about what sounds you hear at the seaside.
As the wind whistles through the rope on the boats
and a gull flashes by with a squawk.
The howling waves crash over the beach – Shouting.
Not wanting to talk.
Altec Lansing inMotion iM237
So as this audio file demonstrates – do not buy this Altec Lansing speaker (inMotion iM237) – if you are going to be sleeping near it when it hits low battery….
Play Audio (audioboo link)
This brings a whole new meaning to Deus ex Machina. In Spiddal over the weekend – but somehow I was less than enthusiastic about withdrawing money from this particular machine.
On 3rd March of this year I was diagnosed with a chronic lymphoid leukemia with the scary name of Hairy Cell Leukemia. I’ve just finished my chemotherapy treatment – and beginning to feel now like I’m coming out the other side. Continue reading
My Uncle John always took lots of photographs. Nothing was too inconsequential.
A frame from a programme on television, newspaper clippings, hens, dogs, cats, buildings, landscapes. Generous time was also given to his nieces, nephews, brothers, in-laws and friends.
Last week I wondered if there were any photographs of the old National School (st Josephs) in Killasser. It was demolished sometime in the early 1990’s with a new school being built near the parish church. Continue reading
Today is world book day, but still our sizeable book collection remains boxed in a garage roof space in Kildare.
It’s a horrible thing to do – to go through them, one by one – consigning them to darkness and the inevitable mustiness which will now forever fragrant every turned page. Continue reading
When I was growing up, I always knew about the body that had been washed up on the beach in Cullenstown. This was a Norwegian sailor and it was during the Second World War. It’s only been in the last few months that I have fully come to appreciate the heartache and loss that this incident caused. Continue reading
Just before Christmas (15th December 2010) the Today Show with Pat Kenny had an item about the rural postman.
I sent a quick comment in via email – the audio is here if a little faint (it starts 15 seconds in).
In a time when blogging is probably giving away to the status update – I was overcome with ego and finally registered my personal domain.
I’ve carted over some personal, pretty much non-work related blog posts and articles from a healthcare related blog that I have tended not to update since 2008 or so.
Letter from the IBTS on the stolen New York Laptop.