Archive for January, 2008

~e ticket~

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

As a kid my favorite place to be (besides fighting riptides in the Pacific Ocean) was Disneyland. Nevermind I was later refused admittance because of my inappropriate hair color (something quite fascistic about any place claiming to be The Happiest Place on Earth). At nine, Disneyland was the place to be. I loved the Haunted […]

~we will never meet this young again~

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

“Look! It’s the Alps!” Ali said as we began our descent to Italy. I was photographing the clouds through the tiny airplane window. They looked like this: The Alps looked like this: Ali said, “Next time we come to Europe I’m going to take you there. You’ll love it.” Thirteen weeks to the day we […]

~skeleton dance~

Friday, January 11th, 2008

If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance. ~George Bernard Shaw Yesterday was all about digging (and digging deeper within) the literary tradition of Ireland. Here is the view from my daily train (DART) into Dublin, and Connolly station. I explored the northern area of Dublin […]

~fag on the crag & the hag~

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

Okay, I lied. I passed that silly Wilde statue again, and this time I couldn’t resist. Having enough of closed museums, I decided today—scheduled to be a relatively dry day—I would walk the city. My goal was loosely to see Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, find Francis Street (purported to dripping with antique shops), and generally tucker […]

~gutter, stars~

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

The day began rather late, as our internal clocks are all crazy and we stayed up until 2am giggling over the absurdity that is Scarface on the local tv station. So this morning I loafed in my pjs and planned my schedule for the next few days. Today’s agenda: First, a visit to the formative […]

~emerald isle part one~

Monday, January 7th, 2008

“Half-Eight,” says Liam, our host at the three-story, wind-rattled, Victorian B & B. He is responding to his own question, “What time would you like breakfast?” to which we have already replied “Not before nine o’clock, please.” Ah, B & B travel. How cozy. We totter off to our room and sleep all day, recovering […]

~the haunted tea-cosy~

Tuesday, January 1st, 2008

It was like the first page in an Edward Gorey story: a lone glove lay grasping, or perhaps surrendering on the stair. We wandered around Historic Bethlehem in Philadelphia on a little New Years Day trip. We had found the one bagel shop open, and all the buildings built by the Protestant cult none of […]

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