January 26, 2010 by Greg
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Listening to Gerry Ryan on the radio during the big freeze when I was home at xmas mad me realise how out of touch the media are with reality and how they perpetrate their myths on to the Irish people with what I call the Joe Duffy Syndrome. Basically - moaning for no reason. Gerry was saying how in New York they have the streets and pavements cleared in no time. Here's the facts, Manhattan is 13 miles long and three miles wide and is home to 4 million people. Of course they can, the tax revenue is huge with about 80 people living on each 100 feet or so of street. So everyone has to pay for about 2 feet of road clearance. Next up - the law in Manhattan states that every property owner has to clean the pavement in front of their property or face a big fine. In Ireland you were told you could be sued for doing that, helpful. If Gerry had taken a walk out to Queens on the outskirts of the greater New York area he would have had plenty opportunities to slip on the pavement out there where the population is far lower and many stretches are left untreated.
If the media had encouraged people to clean their paths and lets say 50% of the paths were cleaned that would half the chances of elderly people slipping, good reduction. Around my mothers area it was like OAP tetris, many people got hurt. Some quite seriously. Well done RTE. Pass the buck and shift the blame as an operating philosophy.
September 27, 2009 by Greg
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Will it do anything? Is there the political will to actually formulate new, original plans and then see them through? Will the same civil service that allowed for massive expense accounts actually have the conviction and the desire to make changes to their work culture, or will it be business as usual? Can you expect a systemic change in the way things are done in Ireland when the same faces helm the rudders? Are these events concrete or are they weather shields to allow the crew to weather the storm? Am I adrift in a sea of nautical metaphors?
April 1, 2009 by this sporting life
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Rumbled. The beautiful game, eh? The most impotant thing we needefor the Italy game was guile in midfield. Anyone would have got a game if he could string 3 passes in a row. That's how we'll do it.
Big hoof from Shay Given. Ball bounces back off the head of one of subs who is falling over, and BANG!
1-1.
What does anyone know about sport. Not much really, but that's another days work.
For now,plaudits must be given to this Irish team, who are still on course for qualifiaction. Amazingly, still have a good chance of heading the group. Not too shabyy, when your lumped in with the World Chumps. They may not posess huge amounts of natural skill, but God do they have bottle. When its brought out of them. Had they not gone a goal down tonight, it could have been a much different showing. It was, basically, the kick up the arse they needed. The Packy Bonnar gritting of teeth. It wasn't pretty, but for tonight, and maybe for tonight only, it was very effective.
Perhaps the jury is still out on Signor Trapp, but for now, a draw in Italy is great result. And that should be celebrated. Keep the faith, and we'll see you all in Jo'berg.
The long ball game will be on me....
March 29, 2009 by this sporting life
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Sort out this mess. Quickly. If the Irish football team cannot persuade Stephen Ireland to forget about the hairpiece debacle, and get out on the pitch. Then Trappatoni has to. We have still a great chance to qualify for the 2010 World Cup. Something i thought almost impossible when you examine our fairly average squad, but we need a result on Wednesday night in Bari, and some clever thinking in the middle of the pitch.
Getting something from Wednesday's game might be asking too much. Marcelo Lippi has said he wants to put the group to bed, and a draw here is probably the best we can hope for. But hope is all we have, if we have no creative in midfield. Surely even Andy Reid would be a better option then having two tackling midfielders.
Something will have to be done, or a great shot at qualification for the World Cup will come undone.
March 29, 2009 by Jack Quinn
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Warning, may cause Paddies to giggle
Watch this space for more of Jack Sireland's japerie
March 22, 2009 by Suzanne
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well, so far new york has been a blur of jet-lagged greyness and sleepy restlessness. the flight was great, fluffy mr P (padraig, the persian cat) slept thru most of it and only once made a bid for freedom - at the x-ray bit of security, when i had to take him out to have the cat-box x-rayed. he saw all the people and he tried to leg it. the security guy thought this was hilarious and was pawing him making 'aww' sounds while padraig was drawing blood from my shoulder and i was looking at the x-ray machine, then to the cat-box sitting beside it, to the security guy pawing padraig and making him even more freaked. a flat 'eh, any time you like' and yer man got on with his job. all the stress and hassle of getting him to the vet weeks ago, to get him micro-chipped and get the vet to write a wee letter saying that he wasn't infected with disease, which was apparently absolutely essential, was of no consequence going thru customs. it seems that you can carry anything at all in with you so long as you carry it in a bag that hangs at hip-height.. thereby screening it from the guy in the booth, whose job it is to protect the nation from disease-wielding terrorists. great.
i'm sitting here at home writing this, in this lovely apartment. i doubt i'll actually be able to afford such a great place when i move on in december. it's a one-bed with a study, so it's sort of a two-bed, huge bedroom and big and bright living room; exposed brick, wooden floors throughout, blah. massive couch that turns into a more comfortable double bed than most you've ever slept in. spent the most of the day (after waking up at 5am, not being able to lie there, contemplating going to south ferry municipal buildings near wall st just to enjoy the spectacle of the tai chi enthusiasts doing their thing as the sun comes up and and getting up to unpack and pottering about, ringing home and ringing rory - the brother - in sydney for an hour) shopping in downtown brooklyn. this is the downtown brooklyn black district that stayed in the 70s. geezers in dodgy leather jackets and sean coombs sunglasses, shops with tatty signs selling cheap gik and mega-amounts of *bling*, overweight ladies in cup-cake jeans and cheap shoes, shops selling underwear and computer keyboards (in the same shop). it reminded me of birmingham (uk), except it was missing the pall of depression and the pissy weather. so, headed off to get the essentials; buy a 'cell' phone (hilarious episode with a black ali G character in the shop my side of the counter, who turned out to be a bona fide T-mobile dealer assisting the woman doing the sales on t'other side of the counter, but who also dealt in other matters), food (too much to say about that), booze and cat food. got all the basics and walked back. it was a beautiful walk .. had a brief encounter with a squirrel who was collecting nuts around the base of a tree on the street. he saw me, paused, i paused, he ran. i got some nuts, walked over and looked up thru the branches and caught sight of him. he stared down at me and we had a brief nature-nurture moment. it was lovely. i threw the nuts down on the ground for him and got looked at by a nature-deficit passer-by. and the sun came out. it had been misty this morning when i climbed the steps to the roof at 5am. the dawn was in its initial stages and the skyline's contrast was blurred but you could make out the sweep of the river. it was great. but coming home today, the rain was gone and the sun was beaming, keeping the dry winter air in the shadows. but by the time i was heading back, i got the distinct feeling of being strung out on that too much daylight, not enough sleep vibe; the result of flying after not sleeping enough after being boozed up on a five-day bender before I left dublin. i'm staying in tonight.
on the up side, i've been sitting here listening to a cd given to me by "the legendary finbar boyle" (official title - the phoenix), by a man called michael marrinan, from enniscorthy, co clare, who sings a ballad about new york that became a mainstay for the last few months.. after i'd decided to move over here last year, i got a tad obsessive about getting back here and getting all the factors into play to make it happen. during this time finbar gave me a copy of marrinan's cd and while it's old school irish ballad sentiment and sound, it cuts to the core like only that can. great stuff. if you're inclined, you'll get it in claddagh records in temple bar or online. totally worth it for track 2 alone. imagine a co clare ballad with a lamenting air singing about the big apple, if you can.. i quote:
oh i love to be lodged in the place where you can't go astray
oh i love to be found in the streets that run straight
oh i love new york, to walk in the crowds all alone
i'm homesick for new york
i hate leaving new york
homesick for new york
though new york it was never my home.
it was a bit of a mantra for me these last few months, just to get me thru the enduring hell of trying to organise everything in order to end my life there and to get me here. if it got me thru, i thank you finbar. and hearing it new in new york, it sort of fits as a bridge, a song that belongs in the process, not in the arriving. i thank you anyway finbar, cos it's a truly beautiful song.
speaking of verses that are playing a hand in this, so far mostly-solo experience, i got an email from an ex-work colleague today, quoting some poet speaking of precipices (maybe that was my word, not his) between the past and the future and all you can see is the present. all great stuff.
The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it, sleeps the unborn hour,
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
Behind its unreturning line,
The vanished hour, no longer thine:
One hour alone is in thy hands,
The now on which the shadow stands.
~ Henry Van Dyke 1911
anyway. this has probably gone on long enough. better go.
i'm out of reach at the moment as my irish mobile phone, stubborn at the best of times, now point blank refuses to send any messages from here to anyone at all. once i get all my details from its memory banks it's being put out on the roof at dawn in a blindfold and being shot off the balcony. video to follow on youtube.
thinking of you all, with love from new york.
gra,
suzanne
March 22, 2009 by Greg
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Hi all and welcome to Ireland''s Diaspora. An idea that grew from a talk given by David McWilliams here in New York awhile ago. He was being very unfashionable and warning about the dreadful consequences of the bursting housing bubble that he foresaw (as did I, I have to admit). He felt Ireland''s strengths are in our education, our ability to thrive in a knowledge economy, our friendliness and the craic. He said we needed to leverage those to our advantage creating networks, connections and goodwill which would lead to the development of greater cultural and economic links between the national and international Irish communities.
This site''s mission is to aid that idea. This site will allow its users to make contacts, create online communities, blog and all the other facilities that are starting to be commonplace in a Web 2.0 online world. So have a good look around, it might be slow at the moment and you might get cut off from the database but that''s nothing that a quick press of the refresh button shouldn't fix. Apologies to those whom English is not their first language for that particularly Irish, double-negative using, sentence structure.
You can edit your profile to add various "widgets" that give you more functionality. As we go forward we''ll be adding more and more based on your feedback.
Please be patient as this is only a beta version and is running on minimal specs, there could be bottlenecks. I'm leaving it up to you, the user, to create your own groups so we can see what is created organically. I'd ask you to initially join one of ;the groups ''individual'', ''non-profit'' or ''business'' so we can get some basic differentiation between our users. Maybe we''ll see spontaneous groups spring up afterwards, bankers, economists, musicians, artists, unemployed... who knows.
Feel free to experiment.
Use it to connect and communicate.
Is mise,
Greg