A Virtual Breath of Fresh Air from our New York Diarist, Julia Judge
I came across some very cool websites recently and would love to share them with you. Here we go:
Hang yourself above O’Connell Street, will ya? by Soy Dublin
Inside the box of light suspended in the darkness. I found myself in the space I did not believe existed. In the room high above O’Connell Street. I felt suddenly self-conscious as it was getting dark and there were no blinds to observe and stay unobserved. The scene was made from concentrate; lifted high enough to fit half a street into my field of vision, the fast moving lights and noise of traffic mingled with human voices pulled me inside the eye of universe.
On note-taking, by Soy Dublin.
‘LIFE. unplugged. Takes you where no laptop can go’ shines on the crisp, neat small notebooks I was given recently. I am delighted about the present, not sure about the slogan though.
Julia Judge's New York Diary: John Gabriel Borkman, Molly Sweeney, The Met, Peadar Lamb's Stain Glass.
What a NY weekend I just had. Friday night Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM) called, and it was off to see one of the final performances of John Gabriel Borkman, a rarely performed Ibsen drama.
I will run to the end of the earth. To 40 foot.
I am surveying the edge of the city; this could well be the end of the world. It feels good knowing the exact border, being able to trace it so precisely, with no ambiguity.
Dublin moves to Ballycotton. Temporarily.
Those blue tinted windows of a Cork – Dublin train. Quite fake with truly cinematic effect. Only I am in no mood for movies. The tint reduces the journey to points A and B (or C and D) and a vacuum in between, so well-known when travelling by plane…
Snow was general all over Ireland
“Snow was general all over Ireland” – This was the message that went out from SWENYS – the worst pharmacy in Dublin – in December as the volunteers battled to keep going. It was very pretty but bad for business generally…
Birth of Snow. Birth of Solitude.
Birth of Snow. Birth of Solitude. A sudden frosty air bites my cheeks. I am on my way home, cycling from Crumlin to Milltown along the canal. My head is full of entangled radio waves…
Dublin Diary of Free Stuff
Lack of funds need not stunt your enjoyment of arts and culture if you are in Dublin this month. Check out this quick glance at free stuff to do in our Fair City this month. Do let me know of other suggestions, and post comments of anything you see or hear!
Sweny’s Pharmacy Corner
‘The worst pharmacy in the city!” – a tardis in its own space that will transport you back to simpler times – not a bad plan at the moment.
Soy Dublin
I am sitting at my desk thinking of my friend lets-call-her-Matilda. I am at home and the rain is falling inside the cat litter tray, on the yellowed crumbling leaves, on the weeds on the balcony (my only crop this year) and on my thoughts (of Matilda)…
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