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ThatMan: April 2007
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A bit of whimsy for me to keep me hand in at the old writing game. Not much there yet- but great oaks from little acorns grow-they say. Wednesday, April 04, 2007. 8216; But who has won? 8230; At last the Dodo said “Everybody. Has won and all must have prizes.’. The most recent news is that the suspect Ichihashi was involved in the stalking of another female English teacher last year, whose complaints to the police fell on deaf ears. The young woman was sufficiently traumatized to quit both her job an...
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ThatMan: May 2007
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A bit of whimsy for me to keep me hand in at the old writing game. Not much there yet- but great oaks from little acorns grow-they say. Tuesday, May 22, 2007. The Motorcycle Diaries Part IV - Hill and Mountain. We have been invited to go on a weekend tour of Okayama prefecture with some members of the Kansai BMW owner’s club. This will involve an overnight stay at a traditional Japanese lodge near the town of Mimasaka, with a barbecue and lots of beer so it is not an unwelcome prospect. Akira explains th...
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ThatMan: December 2006
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A bit of whimsy for me to keep me hand in at the old writing game. Not much there yet- but great oaks from little acorns grow-they say. Saturday, December 23, 2006. God rest ye merry gentlemen. Saturday, December 23rd 2006. One part of it all that I’ve got no problem with is the notion of ‘Peace on Earth and Goodwill to all Men’. Would that it were true! On Dec 28th, we will be on the road to Saga for about a week’s worth of doing very little. Sitting in the kotatsu. In the meantime- all the best for ...
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An tSeapáin: April 2011
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Places and People in Japan. Click on any photo to get full-screen expansion; click on the Back Button to return to the Blog. Enjoy the craic. Saturday, April 2, 2011. Manami's father and younger sister also remain unaccounted for. The sea took your mama away. And she lives in heaven now. With dada and your sister. You are alive, sweet girl,. And I think you may not believe. In life, in your solitary survival,. As the years march on. You will think, many times,. Better to have joined them,. Be sure to avo...
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Mise Dedalus: terrorists on a coffee break
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Monday, September 23, 2013. Terrorists on a coffee break. To stay off the booze. And to run five miles. Across the feckin fields. When we had,. As it were, the time. And fell over laughing,. And then Dinny ups and says,. Are we to wear. Our Wellington boots, sorr? To the snippy runt (it rhymes). Come down from Belfast. He looked pinched and peeved,. Having to deal with us rustics,. But he'd brought us guns. Nice guns, too. Armalites, greased-up, new. We were better tooled-up. Than the sad sallow boys.
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Mise Dedalus: terrorism
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Monday, September 23, 2013. Was like brothers,. Never came near to us,. They had a fear of us. That came in useful. And first warned us,. We stayed, others ran. But the idea grew. That we could fight too. It was so damn easy,. The house, the yard,. We kicked in the door,. Shot him down on the floor. It felt so good. We did it again and again. And again and again. With all the others. Get off our land. The Rangers came down. Five Hundred Dollars for me,. For Billy John Bob:. He never forgave me.
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Mise Dedalus: Ottoman
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Friday, August 08, 2008. The red silken cord, for three long weeks,. Lay coiled and hidden in the messenger's pouch. Having struggled along rain-drenched muddy tracks,. Crossed white swollen rivers, climbed over mountains,. He debouched, at last, on the plains of Hungary. What news from the Light of the World? Croaked the stooping figure of Multan Pasha,. Eyes aglitter in a face like mildewed parchment. Wordlessly the messenger handed him the pouch,. And in silence Multan retired to his chamber.
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Mise Dedalus: Here in the funhouse
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Monday, September 23, 2013. Here in the funhouse. Here in the funhouse, boys and girls. Avoid the malignant trapdoors,. Obey anticipatory warnings;. Be aware of hidden, spiky mines,. Floating on lines,. Under the deep and dark blue sea. I loved you, and you liked that,. But the gap between like and love. Is a river without a bridge:. Nothing, nothing at all. Can get you across. You knew, yet now. This blank silence, consciously intended,. Well, it's a hard and cruel way. Women have hurt and bruised me.
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Mise Dedalus: Dubbalin Town
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Friday, August 08, 2008. O, Dublin, sweet and slow,. I come and go. Up and down your cobbled streets,. As the rain, insistent,. Beats down upon the lights,. And throws an orange fuzzy sheen. Over half-seen sights,. The places I have been. So near and yet so far:. Grafton Street, Stephen’s Green,. The Coombe and Temple Bar,. The shadows on the Traitors’ Gate. Crowds of loud young English. Shout and laugh, then urinate,. Without shame, here on the street,. Beside the peagreen Liffey. This never was my town,.