Ok, so I wouldn't call what I'm experiencing a hangover, by definition, I mean, it was only a glass of wine and a martini, but I had a cigar, too, and that's probably why I'm feeling a wee bit out of shape. Oh, and I was enjoying my cigar while pulling out potato vines that have managed to overwhelm our patio. Maybe "potato vine" is what they're calling kudzu these days. In the end, I saved the rose bushes that were being engrossed and reclaimed about a third of our patio. Yay,… Continue
Added by Ronnie on May 9, 2008 at 17:07 —
sur·ly [sur-lee] –adjective, -li·er, -li·est.
1. churlishly rude or bad-tempered: a surly waiter.
2. unfriendly or hostile; menacingly irritable: a surly old lion.
3. dark or dismal; menacing; threatening: a surly sky.
For SOME reason, this word seems to really stick to me today. I think I'm in a pisser of a mood. Not enough coffee, perhaps. Or maybe it's because the huge presentation I'd planned to give yesterday never happened. The folks I was supposed to… Continue
Added by Ronnie on May 8, 2008 at 15:54 —
It IS the rough draft, I could sit here for an hour listing things that are wrong with it. I always say that first impressions can hang you if you are not careful. Well whatever, enjoy. Feedback is welcome, and encouraged.
Added by Shawn McCoy on May 7, 2008 at 14:51 —
Audio in Portuguese - Felicidade.wav
Happiness is a sensation that overflows from inside to outside. A feeling of connection with your thrue I, who leave you feel up high.
In state of grace.
The happiness can be unchained by something so simple has much to look at a… Continue
Added by Sónia on May 6, 2008 at 20:00 —
Thanks to the influence of liveIreland.com, I've tended to focus on Irish music for the Celtic music lenses I created first, although I did get the lens for Scotsman Alasdair Fraser in there. Over the past few days, I've created three lenses for the Scottish groups The Tannahill Weavers, Capercaillie, and The Battlefield Band. The page for Celtic Music: Lenses was updated as well of course.
Normally, I'd been creating one lens and seeing it through to publishing before starting on… Continue
Added by MobyD on May 6, 2008 at 6:19 —
Really, it feels like Wednesday already. This day is absolutely crawling along. Remember the clocks in school? you'd stare at it and swear the second hand was going backwards sometimes. I've got all these things to do today and I'm just not making progress. Hmph. I think my head is still up in Lake Tahoe.
Added by Ronnie on May 5, 2008 at 22:07 —
My Squidoo lens for today is about the Irish/American band Solas
. It's yet another one inspired by music heard on liveIreland.com. The band can play straight Irish traditional music with the best of them, but specializes in giving it their own twist on it. From the start, they've garnered a lot of praise from mainstream media and Irish/American publications. Based in the United States, they give American audiences a chance to hear… Continue
Added by MobyD on May 2, 2008 at 23:11 —
If tomorrow is a manifestation of all that has been obtained, learned and accumulated as of yesterday, and again as of today, why do we seek it--
Is there a greater truth unveiled only when we get to the tomorrow, as it is the conclusion of our yesterday?
Are we cynical today and pray for happiness tomorrow?
When is it okay to live right now in the moment?
When we photograph the scene, are we evolved or far removed from that moment, from which we hope to capture the essense… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 17:00 —
It's Friday at last! I'm here at work, listening to Toots and the Maytals, drinking coffee, got my favorite pair of sneakers on, and... the boss ain't here! In fact, it seems like half the office is deserted today. Doesn't bother me one bit. Aside from Cindy the Mouth and Natalie the Bigger Mouth, it's quite peaceful. They can't blab for too long on account of they seem to expend a huge amount of energy during their blabbing frenzies, so I'm sure it'll be dead-silent in here in short time. Oh!… Continue
Added by Ronnie on May 2, 2008 at 16:44 —
It Happened At That Moment
I stood in the periphery,
Yet savored the enormity of sun
cast my way from
just beyond the garden
I stood, too enthralled to speak
too enamored to move
Then It touched my soul
the lush sweet smell of Spring
I reached out and ran my fingers
gently ‘cross the rose petals velvety embrace
My friend enveloped me with trust
Bade me see beyond the weeds castigation
See the… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 16:30 —
in particular my 12 ex pat,s , why are we only 13 what can we do to build our team up ? lets go , also if you have any comment on american politics /irish post them on the blog ITS GREAT TO BE A EX PAT,S
Added by tony paxton on May 2, 2008 at 15:22 —
My latest Squidoo lens in the Celtic Music series is for the Irish traditional band Lúnasa
, another group I discovered by listening to liveIreland.com. They released their first self-titled album in 1999 and it became an immediate best seller in Ireland, and was named one of the top ten albums of the year by the Irish Echo in the US. With the release of a "best of" album this year, they now have seven to their credit. The band tours… Continue
Added by MobyD on May 2, 2008 at 4:00 —
The ship came sailing in;
Upon its magnificent deck,
rested a cargo of fine silver and gold trinkets.
The many shapes and colors of precious gems
glistened from within the depths of huge trunks.
The laughter of evil men rang out across the quiet
vastness of the sea.
Their greedy eyes devoured what was rightfully ours,
while their blood splattered hands molested our very souls;
(As) we the crew silently prepared to die at the hands
of these… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:31 —
Bees-- laughter of children
Barbecue and pool parties
Graduation-- changes pending
Sun showers and afternoons spent fishing
Sweet sun burning winter's skin
Noxema and repellent
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:30 —
My how the wind, the wind with its glorious self righteousness
soothes me, moves me to action, aids in my quest for peace
The wind sees all and knows all
It carries your whispers into the night'
and dreams into the day
The wind, the wind its power self evident
The wind, a healer of seasons, destoyer of lives
The wind someday shall carry me away to a better place
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:29 —
Like a wild animal, called upon to be tame
I swiftly exercised all chemicals from my veins
Savagely, I fought to maintain a little sanity
I mopped up after every storm, opened windows;
Pretended to breath
My wings were broken and I forgot how to sing,
Until at last, a ray of sun shown through the looking glass,
Setting it aflame
As the fire spread, I almost prayed for death to come
And allow me to escape the pain
But alas, I survived
Like a… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:20 —
There are weeds in the garden.
Blending with the flowers,
Quite often they seem beautiful,
Distracting from view the essence of a blossom.
They feel like flowers and grow undaunted, if one is not careful,
Until, unattended, they strangle the life from the flower at its very roots.
The petals wither, drop to Earth, and suddenly the lovely garden is no more.
It stands barren; so alone, except for the colorful weeds.
There is no more scent to the air, no… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:19 —
Rowan Tree at Sean Óg's Pub Tralee 6:30pm - closing
Rowan Tree and the USI Chamber Choir
St. Mary's Church, Dingle, Co Clare
Rowan Tree and USI Chamber Choir
Our Lady and St. Michael's Catholic Church, Ennistymon
Trad session to follow at Cooley's Pub, Ennistymon.
May 16 Rowan Tree
Gus O'Conner's Pub, Doolin, Co. Clare
Evening session… Continue
Added by Daniel-O! on May 1, 2008 at 20:13 —
With this latest Squidoo lens, I'm back to focusing on performers. Alasdair Fraser
is a fantastically talented player and teacher of traditional Scottish fiddle music. I learned about him from a coworker around 1989 - he had a tape of The Road North playing in his car while we rode home from work one day. I was impressed, and the next January, we went to a Burns Night celebration at Sanders Theater at Harvard University to see him… Continue
Added by MobyD on May 1, 2008 at 1:13 —
I could not work
So I threw a bottle into the woods
And then I felt bad
For the doe paw
And the rabbit paw
So I went looking for the pieces
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn’t work
I went deep
Further than i could throw
And i came upon an old abandoned well
All boarded over
With a drip hanging from the bucket still
Well I watched that drip but it would not drop
I watched that drip but… Continue
Added by Ronnie on April 30, 2008 at 18:54 —