Latinist, 1st gen Irish academic. Author of obscure academic books and slightly less obscure OERs on Roman culture. Translator of, and far too fond of Cicero. She/her nó sí/í.
Such a great coming together. I don't take photos at things like this because I'm never sure who might not like their photo all over even a niche social media site, but I made an exception for the Shinners.
As a thank you for bringing classmates on trips out of Dublin, I got given this fabulous set of book marks from the Forbidden City in Beijing (they're of the animals on the roofs).
Splendid ways to mark my place.
If this were the only thing you had remaining from the entirety of the opinion pages of the Irish Times, you could do a great deal with it towards reconstructing a particular swathe of their columnists. It's quite magnificent in terms of its utter commitment to never letting go of begrudgery.
Ooh. I think I know the answer to this one, and it's connected to why we currently have an official inquiry* into the horrific treatment of women in the Irish Army.
*After years of effort by women in the forces.
Absolutely delighted to have this smug git voted in as Lord Mayor of Dublin. I guess it's lucky the role has no power beyond wearing the fancy necklace.
I have someone's racing pigeon hanging out at the back of the house and am not sure how to encourage them to move on. They landed exhausted so I fed them and gave them water, and keep meaning not to feed them more but it seems so mean. They look so hopeful and incapable of fending for themselves.
Actually, we're shite at punishing them. They maybe go away for a few months and then they're roaring back on all the shows talking about how they've been cancelled.
In scholarship my most abiding love is the works of Cicero, because no matter how terrible a person he was, it was his works that taught me how to look around you at a world that is collapsing and somehow keep going.
Off now to read some more of the Tusculans and the letters for the nth time.
That was fecking amazing. Tho today the voice is gone from all the shrieking of songs and joy and I am wrecked. But he's like an advertisement for age being just a number.
I'm no fan of the police, but I don't think the conclusion that I'd take from this is that the issue was with the cop being thick, as much as it was with the fella who thought he'd just roll through the traffic stopped because of a fatal accident.
Sure, what's a little supporting the sending in of riot police to arrest and tear gas students between friends?
Like, I get the stakes, but blindly supporting your lad whatever he does is not a positive thing.
