Art, media, opinion and ideas
The other day a friend asked me to make her a compilation CD of mid-nineties Britpop. I set to work immediately, cueing up Parklife as track one – it was the manifesto for everything that was to follow, thus earning pole position. Another track by Blur was added, along with an obligatory pair each from Oasis and Pulp.
I've been trying to come up with something clever and original to write about today, taking the burden off Fergal. Sadly, I'm not up to the job. In the absence of these goodies, I'm going to lean on the kindness of others.
It seems as if the tragi-comic hunt for an Irish Football Manager will outlive us all. Anyone who's ever so much as attended a match has surely now rehearsed his opinion on the question of who should be hired, but I wasn't aware until recently that even tour operators and traders in dubious ethnic sterotypes Paddy Wagon had an opinion on it. A weird opinion.
Mary Wilson on Drive Time has just finished speaking to to US Ambassador Thomas Foley. Mr Foley feels that in the Democratic Primary Elections today, the states to watch are California, New York and New Jersey. So far, so uncontroversial.
It seems that Irish bloggers are not the only ones to have recently engaged in navel-gazing about this thing we call Blog (we just love to blog about blogging, don't we?). I don't often post links independent of a larger post, but when the New York Review of Books runs a piece on the subject of blogging, we here at Tuppenceworth sit up and take notice.
Still all a-flutter from last week's Newstalk appearance, I will be on Shannonside Radio's Joe Finnegan Show tomorrow morning at 10am-ish, talking about not watching TV. My appearance on Morning Ireland, discussing the Passenger Pigeon cannot now be far away.
Well that was a novel experience. I said more or less everything I wanted to this morning, but if I may, a few final observations:I didn't pay very much attention to the original "Waters hates blogs" kerfuffle, and decided to appear on the show after being invited by Newstalk.
Coming soon: An exciting piece of tuppenceworth-fustar crossover funsterism. You'll want to play along- all will be revealed on Fustar this week.
1. When making up bottles, count the formula scoops on your fingers as you put them in. Don't think you'll be able to count to eight unaided.
I've been feeling increasingly uncomfortable about my membership of Facebook. It does perform a useful service, and I've been delighted to reconnect with college friends and see pictures of their lovely kids. But.
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