In a haze of green and gold.

I was not expacting who died to die, when they died.
Not much to tell, life goes on, pints go down.
Last night I watched Jackie Brown.
Seriously, that rhyme was totally unintentional.
I have spent atleast six hours of the past three days outside soaking in the sunshine, it's pretty gray and hazey today though. I need to find a shoulder bag, or a better more efficent packing system. Mine is not so hot.
I have a couple pictures, I could have sworn I took more of the loch, and that it was nicer out that day. For pictures of Inverness, you'll have to wait for the film prints (they are going to be awesome, I hope.)

I'm in a weird mood, almost melancholic. I don't know why. This could be lack of sleep, I haven't gotten more than 5 hours in over a week.

Boggled.

Hello stranger, I feel that we don't talk anymore, and that makes me sad.

I am in Inverness and I am having a good time. There is very little to do, save walk around and go to the Loch, and I have done both. But the hostel is nice and the people are nicer, so I'm good.

I saw this band doing a preview show at the HMV here, (which by the by has a better selection of music than HMV and X-Ray combined) they are called Tiny Dancers. They sound like a more poppy less bassy Cuff The Duke. They played this really sweet hand clappy song which I was sad to see was not on the EP dealie. Anyways, they were playing a gig in town, but my interent provided directions prooved worthless! It took over two hours to walk there and back, the Dutch girl who came with me wasn't exactly exicted about this. If I were alone, left earlier or had a car, I could have found it, but alas and alack. We went to a pub near here and soaked up some good celtic music and drank sweet local beer.

I played Boggle until two in the morning yesterday, and everyone in my room decided they should start the day at 7 o' the clock so I got up then too. For my first time playing boggle, and given the fact that I was dead tired and it was two in the morning, I did pretty good. I was 50 behind the leader and 15 behind the guy who is hell bent on winning.

Have you ever listened to the Beach Boys and wanted it to sound more like Godspeed You! Black Emporer or A Silver Mt. Zion? If so you should definitely check out the new Besnard Lake album. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, but like incredible vocal harmonies and a nice blend of classical and rock-ish music, then still give it a listen. I bought new headphones because the ones I bought crapped out. My new ones are sweet and it makes cd's sound I'm listening to them for the first time and only 12£!

So...I don't think I'm going to make it to June...I'll probably be coming home the middle of May. For various reasons, but hey, it's not like I can't come back. My tentative shedule for the next bit is: here, a cousins outside of london, london, valencia, ampstedam, belgium, france.

Bye bye for now!

Okay, So.

Sorry for my rather inconsistent postings as of late, and they will soon become even more sparse. The internet in my hostel is down, so until it's back, I have to use fifteen minute intervals at the library where it seems they don't really appreciate me abussing their system in a way, and who can blame them. Also, this is directed at my parents, I haven't had any luck in locating a phone, let alone one that I can make long distance calls on, and the phone at the B&B was weird, and my apologies. I have a lot more to say, but I need to find some stuff concerning my passport before my time runs out! Bye bye!

O, Discordia.

I'm not sure what to say, most of what there is to has been said, but I feel like I should, I'm not sure.

With planning and some magic, there is a way for me to get to Loch Ness, hopefully it will be a worth while trip. Under the advice of Mr. Jerimiah I will be going to Valencia, and will hopefully avoid the gyspy children with their boxes and greedy hands.

The Dark Tower itself draws close, this story became something I never thought it would, but I would have it no other way (save a little more consistency with the overall feel and writting).

Has anbody listened to Lily Allen or the new Bloc Party album, if so, what do think? Would I like either? I put away AmAnSet for a little bit and have replaced it with Oh, Inverted world by The Shins, a worthy trade, and because of it, (mainly because of New Slang) I am extremely mellow.

I have some more pictures.


A holy wishing well of sorts.

It's inside the well, the light was a hundred times better when I first saw it.

These are all over Dublin.

More street photography.

The house of my kind hosts.

Their shed.

Their house again.

Stairway to a creek?
Delapadated.

Susannah-Mio, divided girl of mine. Parked her rig, in the Dixie Pig in the year of 1999.

Can I get a GAWD-BOMB?

Oh yea, pictures.
Also, I bought Talkie Walkie by AIR and Know By Heart by Am(erican)An(alog)Set for ten €uro each. They are both enjoyable. I hope you like the pictures.
ALSO ALSO! If some weird guy talked to you msn I APOLOGIZE, the internet place cut of my time last time and didn't give me a chance to sign out, so once again, sorry and enjoy the pictures.

I like taking pictures of people taking pictures.

Generally cute kid, need better camera.

I like street photography, I still need a better camera though.

The bottom reads 'But how embarressed would I be If I got Chlamydia?'

BEST BILLBOARD EVER. Seriously, the guy who thought this up was a genius.

Lobster, sure, crab, sure, salmon holding a cuccumber...uhmm?

I like boats.

Das pertty, leastways I think so.

Zee Cliffs of Mohar.

I believe that would be the Castle of Blarney.

Same Castle.

Mountains, sun, clouds, you know.

The squirrels made is seem less lonely.

The movie I watched last night is easily the strangest I've seen, strange in a good way but also strange in a 'I want this to be over so it can stop freaking me out and I can finish my messed up book'. The movie of which I type is called Tideland, and yes, it is beyond weird. I'm glad I watched it, but at the same time I wish I had gotten American Beauty instead...oh well.

I am currently in Ballina where I have been more or less for the past few days. I am staying with my cousin Ivan and his wife Jane. The have a really nice house and I get my own room and don't have to sleep in a tiny little bunch and there is no snoring! Huzzah! I am having a good time and enjoying not having to worry about much of anything. I saw some abbeys, churches and a holy wishing wel yesterday. The light inside the well was perfect and I'm hitting myself for not having any camera with me, speaking of which, I have quite a few pictures from my bus tour, I will be putting some of them up now and some more later. I might be going to loch ness after leaving here, but it's rather difficult to get to, but, I pretty much have to go though, right? I don't have much else to say right now, except that I'm almost done the sixth installment of the Dark Tower and the seventh will probably not take too much time. This series just keeps getting weirder. I'm not sure if King actually thinks it happened or he's just a really good story or he's just laughing at us, I think it might actually be a little bit of all three. Anyways, I need to catch up with the show, it ends...tomorrow.

Long days and pleasent nights.

Meet me at Hapenny Bridge

First off, my apologies for the lack of updates. Tuesday I was busy for most of the day and saw a movie at night (I'll get to that in a moment) and I was knocked out of commission entirely on Wednesday by a terrible stomach flu which is still with me in some form. Anyways.

Tuesday was a day of walking and explorinfg and seeing the zoo. The zoo was one of the most depressing places I'd been in awhile. There were hardly any animals, the ones that were there were tiny and kept in horrid cages. It also didn't help that it cost me 14€ to get in and I thought I lost my locker key. I had thought about taking a bus or taxi, but I figured it was only an hour, maybe two hour walk, and it turned out to be somewhere in the middle. I walked around for the rest of the day and went and saw Hot Fuzz (it was made by the same people who made Shaun of the Dead). It was histerical, I don't know if it's over there yet, but if it is, go see it, it's well worth the couple bucks.

Wednesday was not a good day, I didn't eat a thing, and consumed about 5 litres of water, none of which stayed with me for very long, but I'll spare you from any other details. I managed to make some simple phone calls and slept for probably 20 of the 24 hours in that day.

I woke up at 7 o'clock (ugh) on Thursday so I would be able to catch my bus. It felt like my nasty stomach bug had left me, this was only partly true. I trudged over to the pick up place and waited for our driver who turned out to be hilarious and very Irish. There were six of us in all, and there are usually many, many more, but we made due.

We drove around Dublin and our guide (Stephan) pointed out interesting places and always had a story, he had a story or joke for every occasion. My memory of most of the trip is a little blurry, mostly because I was engrossed in my book, also I wasn't feeling well. Anyways, we would stop here and there to see a caslte or what not, but the only that mattered was Blarney.

The town of Blarney is hardly a town, but we ate lunch there (it turns out that those 6€ would be wasted...eesh) and headed over to the castle. I kissed the stone of course, but I'm suprised I had a chance, the 'gaurd' guy who makes sure you don't die whips you up so quick I almost lost me nose! But it did crack my back, for which I was thankful. The gift of the gab hasn't set in, if I could talk like I write, or think, there would be no need for the stone. It gets lost somewhere in between, but, mayhap things shall be a-changin'. More happened that day I'm sure, but I can't remember much of it, at least things ye kind folks would care to read.

It worth mentioning however that I have finished the fifth installment of the Dark Tower series, which turned out to be a suprisingly good and easy read. I promptly started the sixth, which I'm sure will follow suit, the dark tower draws close friends, very close indeed. I am literally busrting waiting to find slash figure everything out. I hope to God and the Man Jesus that it doesn't disappoint. When I return, me and mr. lawrence (side note, where is the x-men reference?) and me and ms. campbell will have ourselves a little palaver, agreed folken?

Anyways, enough of books and back to Ireland. I am running short on time so I will have to be brief.

The second was the best, it held the most beauty and the most history. The Cliffs of Moher are some of the most beautiful and staggering things you shall ever see, any picture I upload, ( there will be many pictures at a later date, many, many pictures) will not do them justice. I shot a roll of film on some brillant rocks and cliffs a little further down, I think they shall turn out grand, grand indeed.

We spent the night in Galway, which is basically a tiny Dublin. I managed to get myself lost, had a pint, talked to some crazy locals and shared some wine an stories with some fellow travellers. I turned in early however, it turned out to be not early enough, I am still somewhat tierd, but this could be because I haven't really eaten since Tuesday. The thought of eating does not sound appealing, maybe some cereal will go down okay. My time is almost spent, farewell friend, I love ye all.

If you write

They will read? If that's not already a saying, I totallly clame it. The feild o' dreams folks might have some issues with that. Just like Sophia Coppalla might have a problem with the screenplay that I'm definetly NOT WRITTING. I'm just sayin', ya know? RAGE. (10 points if you the joke).

Anyways, enough jokes for nerds (10 more for that one!). Today was another lazy day, but I still managed to get lost and listen to Broken Social Scene. If you ever have a chance, get lost to BSS first album, just do it.

I was feeling sick before I left, and the ill feeling still lingers in my head, and it makes me drowsy. the tierd feeling could be from not having a good night's sleep in several before sleeping a dorm with a dozen people who snore and pillow that might as well be mat, or not their at all. I took some more pictures today, some I think I will be generally pleased with, but due to time contraints, they will have to wait for another time.

The weather is still lousy, hopefully it picks up so I can go to the zoo. I am going on a three day tour of ireland and I leave on thursday, not friday. After I get back, I head to Ballina, and I am a little more than looking forward to this. I like Dublin, but it's a draining city, especially for a rather introverted, independent soul such as myself. Anyways, there are some other things to check before I run out of time and call home and my cousin in Ballina. Cheers, as they say.

Canadia

Thats what they called me last night, Canadia. The pub crawl was fun, I met some generally nice people, had some drinks and some superficial small talk. Overall, a good time, and if the weather wasn't dreadful, I'd go on another one tonight, the weather and also I don't think my wallet would agree. Drinks are expensive. Details seem boring and I'm not very good at providing them, also, it wouldn't make that good a story.

I was going to go around looking for some things today, but it just now stopped raining, and it's still cold and blowing, so I spent the afternoon reading and relaxing, I am on vacation, yes?

Tomorrow I'm going to go to the main office of Shamrockers tours and book myself a ticket on a bus tour leaving the ninth of march. I'm out of jacob's inn on wednesday, but there is a vertiable plethora of hostels and bed and breakfasts around here, I should be fine.

Not much else to say...I was going to post some pictures, but something went wrong with blogger...oh well..next time.

Oh anarchy.

If you can't leave a comment but want to just e-mail me at paisleac@hotmail.com

thus far, today has been a good day. I kind of piddled around till noon, and at said noon, I went
to the anarchist book fair. it was interesting with lots of really smart and just as many not as smart people. I got some good literature, and some good view points, but a lot of people, including the one I go in an arguement with, were so far left that they were right. the idealogical ring comes into play! but none of them would ever really admit it. anyways. There isn't much to say really, i had some guiness last night, interesting stuff. I almost felt like going to more bars and diving into the general populous, but it was cold, i was sore and tierd, so I ended up just reading and actually getting some sleep. But a pub crawl is almost a certainty tonight, no excuses from me!

I, well, my mom found a really nice sounding bus tour that goes to a lot of places I want to go. It leaves on the nineth, and i'm out of my hostel on the sixth. I was planning on going directly to Ivan's after checking out of my hostel, but I'm sure I could find three days of stuff to do, if not I'll just sleep or drink for those days.

I have a good feeling about this tour, and it's good to commit to things so I'll probably book it pretty soon. Thats all for today. I'll leave you with some lyrics, when I'm not listening to the neon bible, I'm listening to this song.

I can see a lot of life in you.
I can see a lot of bright in you.
And I think the dress looks nice on you.
I can see a lot of life in you.

I can see a bed and make it too.
I can see a fireside turn blue.
And I can see the lot of life in you.
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you.

When the world looks back,
when the face looks after that,
I can see a lot of life in you.
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you.

I can see a lot of life in you.
I can see your bed and make it too.
And I think the dress looks nice on you.
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you.
I can see a lot of life in you.
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you

My feet hurt.

I woke this morning to a similar feeling to yesterday morning, only A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE. I have determined this feeling is directly related to me being hungry and thousands of miles away from home, currently, only one of those things is fixable. I left the hostel at around 10 (keep that in mind for later), fresh and being among people seems to help somewhat, not as much as eating, but they help. I worked my way into the temple bar area, which kind of like 13th ave and scarth street combined and about a hundred times bigger, busier and irish..er. I had some pancakes and some weird earl grey tea which seemed to help. I have discovered why everything tastes somehwat similar here, it's because everything (everything!) is cooked with or in lard of some variety. Seriously, my pancakes tasted like grissel, it was weird. I continued walking aroud this area, found some cool yet really expensive clothes stores, I would have bought an army jacket, but the sleeves were too short. But Mtt you say, your jackets sleeves are already too short! This is true! Now I want a jacket that comes to my wrists! I found a tower records, which has almost literally everything ever recorded, and half of everything in vinyl. I'm a nerd and bought the new arcade fire cd, if I had more time I would give my official indepth review, the short is...it's good! Buy it! Anyways, it's proving to be a good soundtracking cd. I walked around a little more, took a tour of dublin castle, more walking, went to the irish national gallery saw some nice paintings, when I got out, I was done being lost, and thats when got even more lost. Not knowing where you're going and not knowing where you are is one thing, knowing where you want to go (in this case, somewhere somewhat familiar) and not knowing at all how to get there is another thing. I was actually lost for a little over 2 hours, I finally got where I was going at 7 o'clock...I was walking, at a reasonable pace for over 9 hours...I'm sore and tierd. I was going to go on a pub crawl tonight, I was also going to go to the zoo, but it rained all day (yes, nine hours of walking in the rain). so I think I will do those things tomorrow, or maybe go to the anarcist book fair. I will most likely end up on this literay pub crawl though. I HAVE to go The Blarney castle, I'll probably go to a travel agent place and ask them some stuff tomorrow.

Well, I'm sore and hungry and have 22 minutes left.

Oh yea! I saw julius caeser last night at the abbye, I paid 30 € for the tickets, but it was pretty a perfect seat. It was really, just the pacing could have been better in places. Anyways! I'm going to find a pub and soem grub...close.

Today.

When I woke up today after my not so hot sleep (there was what seemed to be a kicking lawn mower in the bunch beneath me) I felt dreadfully alone and lost and I wanted to be be home, instantly. The feeling lingered through breakfast and my brief writing season in the commons room. I had enough of it, grabbed my coat, some money and the may mix from Clair and headed out for a walk. This city is always busy. I worked my way around what seemed to be a residential area, it's really hard to tell, it's the whole city is pretty much a mish mash of houses, shops, churches and industry. I went to the writers museum and saw some neat stuff, a couple buildings down was the dublin city gallery, which had some nice stuff and an exhibit of francois bacon's ( I think that was his name) studio. It was insane, and in many ways reminded me of the graphic arts room, which I'm not sure is a good thing because bacon himself described his studio as utter chaos. Or maybe leblonde really knew what he was doing. I'm surprised I made my way back to the area of my hostel, I was pretty lost, but I managed. I'm not sure what the rest of the day will bring, but the abbey is putting on julies caeser, and that sounds like a nice way to spend a night. I just need to find this abbey place and hopefully get tickets. The rain has lightened stopped so I'll probably be going out soon, hopefully to get some food. The odd thing is that I rarely feel like I need to eat, which isn't a good thing, I'm afraid I'll end up all malnourished and what not. I have some pictures! Hope you enjoy them. Please leave comments! It lets me know you still love me and that I'm not all alone!

Smoking AND Hamlet kill.


the Isaac Butt...what a wonderful name for a pub.

It's all guiness, everywhere....I'm drowning in it and I haven't had a drop.

I don't know...it just made me happy.

The steering wheel! It's on the right side.