The Return of Politics
The Liberator, originally uploaded by Editor_Tupp. The number suggested beforehand was 10, 000. On the day, as state workers streamed up O'Connell at, the target jumped to 50,000.
The Dead Hand of Conventional Wisdom
Last week Brian Cowan made a speech. It was a mediocre speech. Nonetheless, he got a standing ovation for it.
Partial Notes on a Yes to Lisbon
No forgiveness without atonement. The Catholic Church understood this psychological truth centuries ago. That's why Confession works the way it does.
We Told You So
It is said that the mark of a gentleman is that when proved wrong he will acknowledge his error, but when proved right will never point it out. I am no gentleman. This week, Anglo-Irish Bank- the financing wing of the Fianna Fail/ Property Developer axis which has actually run the country for its own benefit for the last 15 years- finally keeled over dead.
Slowblogging
What with my laziness, and Simon’s family obligations and second career as a travelling carnival strongman, things can get awful quiet here at tuppenceworth acres. So it was very gratifying to come across this, the Slow Blogging Manifesto. It’s author encourages others to add to it or write their own.
But.. But.. What!?
But. But.
The Selfish Philanthropist
Damien is running a networked charity drive to encourage us to send our old and unloved mobile phones to the Jack and Jill Foundation who describe themselves so The Foundation provides early intervention home respite to families with children up to the age of 4, with severe neuro developmental delay and palliative conditions requiring extensive medical and nursing care at home.
Testing the Oireachtas ‘Flash Clip’ Experimental Tool
The Minister is FillibustingConclusion: It don't work, do it?Oh well, here's their page so you can have a go. Let me know if you find the magic words.
Gender Bending
www. GenderAnalyser. com says that it "uses artificial intelligence" to determine whether a blog is written by a man or a woman.
Adventures in the Land of the Euros
I am not much of a socialiser. While others may be found on many's the evening dancing upon the tables of happening establishments too cool to have a name, I am more likely to be sitting on my couch mulling over the wisdom of a third digestive biscuit. Nonetheless, last week saw me in an uncharacteristically adventurous mode- making my way one evening up Thomas St towards the Guinness Storehouse.
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