Photos from the millennial celebrations of the Battle of Clontarf in St. Anne’s Park today
I love the Eurovision because the rest of Tumblr just sits around in various states of confusion and Europe is just like
Eurovision is the Tumblr of music.
Sounds like me before my first cup of tea.
Me too. It’s a writer thing.
The first people a dictator puts in jail after a coup are the writers, the teachers, the librarians — because these people are dangerous. They have enough vocabulary to recognize injustice and to speak out loudly about it. Let us have the courage to go on being dangerous people.
This is one of the best episodes. Very creepy, funny, heartwarming, and I cry at the end every time.
keiyakins asked: The worst part about the "corned beef and cabbage" thing is that the only time you can reasonably get your hands on pre-prepared examples is around St. Patrick's day, despite not actually being particularly Irish, and me being one of the weirdos who likes the stuff.
I have nothing against corned beef, God knows: when it’s well done it’s really good. (Though maybe as a New Yorker of the deli-loving persuasion I can’t be blamed for preferring my corned beef in pastrami mode.) And cabbage well done is a great joy. (Meaning not cooked until the sulfur bonds break and fill the whole local environment with that particular godawful smell.)
What gets up my nose, though, is the automatic assumption that CB&C is the Irish National Dish, or that everyone here eats it, or eats it most of the time. Some people eat it here, sure! But it’s by no means all that broadly popular, and not anything you’d routinely see on the menus of casual restaurants. Where it turns up here, it tends to be seasonal (i.e. this season) and intended for the feeding of tourists and the fulfillment of their expectations. (Which can be unusual, as a lot of them really seem to want Ireland to be some kind of 1850s theme park. I was once absolutely astounded to hear one of my countrymen, newly arrived at Dublin Airport, look around him and say, “I thought it would be thatched.” No, he wasn’t kidding. Thatched. The airport. …Another guy was shocked, shocked and angry, that Ireland had broadband. He thought our cultural purity was somehow being violated. All I could do was think WUT?? and walk away before my low blood sugar [early flight, missed breakfast…] betrayed me.)
Anyway, the funny thing is how few people seem to be willing to understand that people in Ireland eat more than one kind of food, because the “Why We Have No Corned Beef & Cabbage Recipes” page at EuropeanCuisines.com is always one of our busiest in the weeks running up to The Day. (And my guess is that today it’ll get something like three or four thousand hits. Most everybody else will be after Peter’s Mum’s soda bread recipe, or the Irish desserts.)
I see tumblrs about cultural appropriation, usually related to the native american and I don’t say anything. But this really does annoy me. On the one hand we are a tiny nation with an international impact for the day, which is great, and on the other we have people around the world pretending to be ‘Irish’ and think that what that means is wearing green, being drunk and unruly and eating food which was something mostly eaten in America and not here. They assume Ireland is a land trapped in the 19th century.
We are not about leprechauns and thatch and it isn’t a four leaf clover.
I’ve never had corned beef & cabbage and until reading this post I’d no idea it was meant to be our national dish until reading this post..
To the tune of “Do you want to build a snowman”
Because if this isn’t perfect I don’t understand the levels you need for perfection
Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it. x
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