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[Feb. 23rd, 2004|10:15 am] |
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I we have to live through four more years of Bush because of Ralph Nader I will never forgive him. No matter how much I might respect him for his pro-consumer work. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2004|11:05 am] |
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Oh yeah, one more thing. I paid 5 Euros for a pint of Heiniken in SamSara. What a rip off!!! Arrrgh! Maries comment was, "yes, but I like the decor". I'll never understand that logic. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2004|10:14 am] |
Went to see Sean Needham with Marie last night. It was an excellent gig. It was sort of up-beat singer/songwriter stuff. Not the sort that puts you to sleep. He has a CD coming out on March 26 which I'm definitely going to buy. He seems to have a knack for writing songs of substance that don't go completely over the audiences head, or make them fall asleep.
We went for dinner in Milano on Dawson St. before the gig. I couldn't believe how packed it was at 6PM on a Thursday night and even stranger was the number of kids in the place. It was weird. There were loads of them. Dinner was fine, chicken was dry though. I wanted to complain but I wasn't allowed. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2004|10:41 am] |
I'm in my manic phase I think. I seem to go weeks without doing a damn thing in work and then, when the pressure gets high enough, I suddenly flip into overdrive and do three weeks work in a few days. I'm not sure this system is really a good one.
Choir was crap last...post-hangover brain mush didn't help any. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2004|12:49 pm] |
I wish I could figure out exactly what makes me so completely stupid when I'm hung over. If I could just find that vitamin that would make my brain work again... |
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[Feb. 16th, 2004|01:57 pm] |
I want to move to Kilkenny. Over the last few years I've come to the conclusion that the "Irish Welcome" was mostly imaginary but after spending a weekend in Kilkenny I think it's just Dublin with the problem. For example, Marie and I were doing a bit of dreaming in a furniture shop and spoke to a sales assistant that was very helpful. An hour later, we met same assistant on the street and she said hello to us. That would never happen in Dublin. Maybe there are just too many people, I don't know. Later that day we went for lunch in a pub that was showing the rugby match. All the good viewing spots were taken and we were about to turn around and walk out when the owner marched up and asked us if we wanted food. She then scoured the pub for a spot for us and when there wasn't one to be found, her sister gave up her seat so we could sit down and have lunch. She checked back twice to see if we were alright. How strange is that.
Anyway, I had a great weekend in Kilkenny. It's amazing how getting out of Dublin for even a couple of days is so enjoyable. The Kilkenny Ormonde is a really nice hotel and the food on Sat night was actually edible! That's not something that's easy to find on V-day. Most places charge you an arm and a leg for food that tastes like it belongs in a chipper. We had dinner at the table next to Mick Galway, that was cool. The poor guy was interrupted during his starter by a VERY drunk guy who wanted to talk rugby with him. I didn't bother him but I did eavesdrop on his conversation all night.
On Friday, Brian and I went to have a look at the new desks in Citywest. It could be worse I suppose. They are smaller and there is a lot less privacy. Funnily enough, even the bosses bosses boss gets a cubbyhole like the plebs. Personally, I think they're just trying to blind us with their humility so we won't complain too much about the move. I also found out that I get a payment of 1200 Euro tax free for the privilege of moving out there. You have to appreciate unions sometimes. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2004|10:04 am] |
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I am the worlds absolute worst procrastinator. Here is is, nearly 10 O'Clock the day before that god-awful holiday known as Valentines Day and I still haven't a) purchased a card or b) bought any flowers chocolate etc. That, coupled with the fact that I am leaving for Kilkenny in less than four hours (still haven't packed of course), is going to make for a very stressful day. I really don't understand why I do this to myself. So, now, instead of getting off my ass and actually doing anything about it, I'm sitting here writing about it instead.
Does anyone else ever have those irrational discussions with themselves when the alarm clock goes off for the 10th time in the morning? You know, the one where you try to convince yourself that you can actually get showered, dressed and out the door in 10 minutes and therefore are entitled to sleep for another five minutes. That tendency of mine is related to the procrastination gene I think.
Well, the one thing I DID do right this year is book the Kilkenny Ormonde hotel far enough in advance to get a reservation. Of course, we'll be eating in the Bistro on Saturday night instead of the restaurant because I didn't manage to remember to call back with a dinner reservation in time. Oh well, you can't have everything I suppose. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2004|12:56 pm] |
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The other second tenor deserted me in choir last night so I had to sing the second tenor part on my own. It's amazing how much you rely on other people, when they're gone there's nowhere to hide. I suppose it's a good thing though, it shakes you out of your comfort zone and makes you take responsibility for getting it right. Still, it's embarrassing when the second tenor part is obviously wrong and it has to be you because you're the only one singing!
The concert is less than a month away and we have a LOT of work to do. The music is fairly difficult. It's either going to be really impressively good or really crap. Time will tell. We're singing this piece by Debussy, apparently the only choral work he ever wrote. It shows. It feels like it's written for piano. It's very cool but there are loads of quavers and semi-quavers which strike fear in choral musicians hearts. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2004|06:02 pm] |
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Well, five hours later, X-Windows is back up and running. There's nothing quite as fun (not) as troubleshooting problems with X-Windows. I'm still not sure how installing Kluje (a KDE livejournal client) managed to screw up X-windows. Somehow my XFree86 libs were uninstalled, even though the package database swore they were there. It was even more annoying when Kluje refused to work properly! I'm using Logjam now and it appears to work just fine (thanks Tanya).
Just got a call from Marie there a while ago. It appears I was so hung over this morning that I left a burner on the gas hob lit AND the iron plugged in. It's a wonder I still have a house to go home to, never mind the gas bill! I guess that just proves that whisky is always a bad idea after 5 pints, no matter how nice that whisky might be! |
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[Feb. 11th, 2004|03:27 pm] |
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I've managed to completely destroy my X-Windows install trying to get a Livejournal update client to run on my FreeBSD box. This is an inauspicious start... |
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