Breeding. Celtic stock. Pure or nearly pure. I think Maoil. Others think pure. From the land of Dal. Pre-Norman. Fahervane. Pre-Celtic. Just the way. It always was. Every inch or centimetre is precious. It's ever present. Cattle.
02:44
A silent watchman sits and waits.
09:00
1989 DIED: Salvador Dali, Spanish-born surrealist painter, 84, heart failure
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| Salvador Dali (left) walks his orange |
A San Diego woman planted an oak tree in her garden when she was six years old. Sixty years later the tree toppled over, killing her.
08:25
Each man or woman carries a brick to the power station. Before the mortar freezes we must lay them out. Three courses a day is reasonable along the eastern wall. It builds and builds, this prison camp. We take our rations and return.
09:38
Fire alarm went off again in the building this AM. Pulling me out of bed. Rolled down the stairs drearily to disarm the alarm. A diesel engine erupted going past the house sending a billowing fart of smoke in through the front door and up the stairs. Tripping the smoke detectors. It stinks of fuel oil burnt.
The door was open because the chap who is hired as a janitor was standing smoking fags at the front door when he should have been hoovering the commons. Him, hiding behind his glasses and tash.
I told him I was glad to see him as there was a beer can sitting in the lobby for over a month. Handed it to him. More like three months. Showed him how recycling works. How to tidy dirt. Patronised him just a little bit because the place is filthy and he knows it so he can't talk back.
10:25
I swear on de Boible. Or I swear on de Koran. Dey brought cockroaches in and had to be disinfected the whole place. Oi've nuttin' against the Choine-ese. I heard it's a black man dumping bags on the street across the roa-wid.
11:14
He makes me feel like a wimp because I didn't wipe out the mouse in my kitchen.
- Take him ouh. Birra bay-con.
11:45
There are 150 languages allegedly spoken in a school in West Dublin, not including Irish, of course.
11:47
If I cared, what I would like to do, is reassure the Irish volk that these immigrants aren't affecting Irish culture. We have no culture. All we have is drink. (Sport is not culture, from the technical perspective.)
13:18
Fiddle while Rome burns. Nothing is really working here. But I'm pretending to myself I am happy. We must pretend we are happy and not worry about debt or being alone. My main concerns are that my broadband router is bunched and my neighbours are having a lunchtime party. I can't go around and say 'Keep it down, there is work in the morning.' It is the morning.
13:28
Is that not an affront to English: "Not guilty by reason of insanity".
'Not guilty by total lack of reason', MUST be more correct.
