followed tags: 11
followed domains: 0
badges given: 12 of 13
member for: 2284 days
Hullo my pretties! Didn't we just have Pubski last week?
Not too much to report, other than my weekend - I went out to Clare Island alright. Had a blast, to be honest - got to have a bunch of beers and chat to a lot of people. It's very peaceful out there.
Climbed the "Big Hill" with this a guy named Marc, and later watched the Mayo vs. Dublin game. Mayo lost by a single point, so everyone was a bit depressed afterward.
Check it out:
Heading to the island!
Looking north from the big hill.
At the trig point.
Sheep on the football pitch!
Pink mountains at sunset.
The view from my friend's family home's front door.
Naught else to report, really. Spent the last couple of days down at my sister's house with my dad (installing an extractor fan in the kitchen and the gas boiler).
I'm still writing book-about-the-walk very slowly but at least it's consistent, y'know?
I think you're probably right, goobs. Both my mandolins are basically unplayable at the moment, both of them are apparently about eighty years old, and neither of them even has a truss rod. I'm gonna keep an eye out for a cheapish one to start fiddling about with and see where things go from there.
I also think your points about storage is spot on - way more likely to pluck away if it's in a stand or on a hook.
Nice little insight into the business, cgod. I'd prefer to have a coffee at your place.
I guess it's similar to the way beer went - mass-produced flavourless but consistent beers that are easy to drink and that ended up dominating the market until the craft thing kicked off a few years ago.
The Music is Dead
I pulled my ancient, creaking mandolin out of its case the other day to see if I could extract a few tunes. I could never really play it, but it's something I'd like to get back into. Unfortunately, I'm having trouble tuning it. One of the strings keeps popping out of the bridge, and if I shift the bridge so this doesn't happen anymore, I can't tune it properly. I might tune an open string to E, but it'll get further away from E down the frets... Is this an omen? Or do I try to see if there's a luthier... somewhere? It's hard to invest a little cash in something you're not sure you'll sustain (I've had the mandolin for 7 years and can't play it), but impossible to invest time in learning something with dysfunctional equipment.
So after reading veen's nice little guide to Ethereum I decided to finally throw a small bit of cash into it, and purchased an extravagant... 1 ETH! It cost me about €260; I was going in line with several Hubskiers' suggestions not to spend more than you're willing to lose. If ETH even goes up by 50%, I'm happy out. If it becomes worthless, at least it's only a couple of hundred quid. I might not have much money now, but that money isn't something I'll be crying about for years to come.
I bought it on Coinbase because it seemed convenient; not sure if that was a good idea or not. Is it safe to just leave it on Coinbase?
Life in Short: Life is Short
Feeling generally low and demotivated over the past while, probably stemming from not really doing anything with my life. I can probably go back to a Pubski six months ago that mentions I need to move out of this town and get full-time work and everything else so I won't repeat it here. I will survive the winter, and when the snows have cleared I will better know the path that I must take. Or something.
A Book about a Stroll
I wrote a few hundred words this morning. My productivity has reached dizzying heights! It was the first thing I did today, to prevent me from putting it off all day. I'm taking the tortoise fable a bit too much to heart, perhaps.
The Weekend Beckons
I'm going out to Clare Island for a birthday party this weekend! My friend Donal just turned 30; I met him in university, and sadly seldom since, but he remains one of my favourite friends. The island is very small and has a tiny population - I think about 100 people total. I'm looking forward to having a few beers and not working on a Saturday night, and catching up with an old friend.
I'll stick around the following day to watch the match on TV. My county team - Mayo - are playing Dublin in the All-Ireland gaelic football final. This is pretty big; Mayo hasn't won since 1951, but has reached the finals or semifinals very consistently over the last decade, only to lose at the last moment (in last year's final, they had a draw with Dublin, then lost the replay by a single point). The hype in Mayo is electric right now.
Romantic Misadventures Vol. 2
My ex messaged me on FB a while back. Kind of the one that got away, I guess. I ended up going to see her last week and spent the night at her place - nothing like that; I slept on the spare futon. Anyway this brought back a ton of old feelings; we exchanged a few messages during the week, but she thinks that if there are still feelings - which she implied were sort of mutual - that we probably shouldn't meet again. I was a bit heartbroken last week, but doing better now. C'est la vie, baby. I did request a meeting just to talk things over, which she hasn't responded to, so that might be the end of that story.
Oh and there's this
I made it into the book and there's even a photo! That's pretty cool I would say. It's a shame I'm described as a primary teacher - I think this probably comes from one of the newspaper articles in which I'm erroneously described so, though it was TEFL I was doing at the time.
I remember having Italian students who were obsessed with coffee, and obsessed with Starbucks. They'd complain about how the coffee in Ireland is terrible - "too much water!" they'd say, being used to espressos rather than americanos, and it always fell on deaf ears when I pointed out that they could just order an espresso. But I digress. I remember their obsession with Starbucks and their excitement to visit it, which just about made sense to me until I discovered that they'd never even been there before. As in, Starbucks doesn't exist in Italy. Their love for this place they'd never been that served coffee they didn't like was based entirely on social media, it seemed - on American Instagram and Twitter accounts that they followed.
I wouldn't knock Starbucks. I don't really go there, but their coffee is coffee. It's okay; it does the job. The way they label their sizes is annoying because saying "cappucino grande" makes me feel like an idiot, but other than that they're just a big coffee chain like any of the others. I have no feelings toward them one way or the other.
But I agree that I don't really know why they're popular.
I once had a few beers with a bunch of strangers, one of whom I could've sworn was kleinbl00 (despite not knowing what he looks like). I did something similar to your plan - after a brief lull in the conversation I asked "Have any of you guys ever heard of a painting called International Klein Blue?" and when they said no I just passed it off as if I'd been daydreaming about a weird blue painting.
- I don't know what to do with my life. In the comfort zone that is higher education I know what to do to make the most out of it, but beyond that I have no idea. I've been looking into job listings and nothing excited me. Obviously that means I will be doomed to a life of mediocrity when I graduate.
Painful and difficult thoughts. I hope you find the way (and if you do, let me know).
Quoting people is hard here because I don't have a | key on my laptop anymore...
tng's happy little grin