bumping along...

So, what's new in the last week. Last Friday went to the Culture Night thing, saw 2 lectures at the Abbey Theatre. The first one didn't really hit a chord with me, but the 2nd was presented by a newscaster from RTE and he was very passionate and heartfelt in his presentation of the Photography of Bill Doyle . Great work evoking the essence of the country and how it has changed over the last 50 years.

After that we went to a pub and heard some traditional music and then we went to see a famous Dj, Danny Tenaglia ( i hope I got his name right - I only asked Dave a kajillion times what it was ) It was fantastic. I never was much into dance music, I mean I liked going dancing at clubs but clubbing sort of passed my by in Toronto. This was a great experience and the best Dj to experience it with.

It was a night that took us well into the wee hours of the morning so Saturday was a bit of a lay about day.

Sat. night was Lisa Hannigan at Whelans. A mellow set but completely what I needed after the festivities the night before. Brian, Maeve's man thought she O'd and Ahh'd alot, but i really loved it. Sort of gypsy inspired, salt of the earth music that reaches in and winds up the key in your side and keeps you rocking like one of those tin toys.

Sunday although feeling a little under the weather I took the DART to Howth and sat by the water and just watched the world flow by. I did notice and have been noticing that I am often the only lone person experiencing these places. Most are in pairs or families but rarely and even more rarely is there a lone woman. Surprisingly, it doesn't make me lonely, though it makes me feel sometimes that I am an observer who can't be observed. Does that make sense? weird?

The rest of the time this week has been the continued house hunt and job hunt. Tuesday was for the birds in more ways than one. Had a bad sleep and then headed to see the first shitehole (on Amiens St. near Connolly Stn.) of the day... on the way a pigeon shit on Léa's head and although I told her it was good luck, we think in the end it fortold of a shitty place ahead. haha get it shitty a head. Anyway...

The next place we ventured out to see took much walking, a bus, and we still didn't get there as it seemed like we were going forever, nearing what we thought was near, a big black crow started screaching at us. It was then and there we decided the day was for the birds and they could have all the shite places for themselves.

Today was far better, the sun was shining... and there was an extra glint on the world. Saw a great place near Phoenix Park, but it was a bit overpriced for it's location and then the 2nd place in Stoneybatter was a fantastic location, and I think with a coat of paint it could have been great the other 2 weren't sold. Next was a place on North Circular and Lower Dorset st. and we had a good laugh as we walked up and there was a line up around the bend.

Tomorrow is another day and a few more places to see.

Tonight I bought a bunch of tickets for the IFI Stranger Than Fiction Film Festival

Tonight: 8:30 was Sleep Furiously
Tomorrow: 8:45 is: Patti Smith
Then Inishark Sat at 12:45
Gabriel Byrne Sat at 3:15
and Sunday night Annie Liebovitz

I really enjoyed tonights film/doc. It was like a piece of poetry or an ode to the small Welsh village where the director grew up. The images were powerful... the old way of life is changing for these small places but life and death and how it all just keeps bumping along doesn't change. Change happens but the core stays the same?

Favourite quote from the film was:
"It's when I see the end is close, I find the courage to speak... the courage but not the words"

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