irish reads

“Fairies with gossamer wings,
Bring forth beauty, grace and joyful things.
Fairies of the earth are caretakers of our soil, water and trees,
They watch over beautiful creatures such as bears, bunnies and bees.
Fairies ask that you breathe in and appreciate the vantage point from which you stand,
Then trod carefully and respectfully with each intentional step you make across this beautiful land.”

I once got into a grudging Nice Off with a neighbour.  This crotchety old bastard had moved in across from my grandma and within a week became legendary for his sniping about every tiny thing.  Kids sitting on their front steps weren’t respectful.  Someone’s cat got into his yard.  The mailman stopped in front of his parking space for two seconds.  The man was impossible.

So I baked him a cake.  Not like a Duncan Hines box cake either.  I made an angel food cake with whipped cream and strawberries between the layers and lemon buttercream frosting entirely from scratch.  I was and still am crap at cake decorating, but pale yellow frosting with star shaped sprinkles on top looks pretty good no matter how uncoordinated you are.  Then I put on my nicest clothes, marched over, and apologised for not welcoming him to the neighbourhood sooner.

He slammed the door in my face.  Then the next day he came over with cookies.  I offered to mow his lawn.  He told me he wouldn’t pay me then invited me in for lemonade.  I took him cupcakes I had “accidentally” made too many of.  He loaned me a book on Irish history.  I read him the newspaper.  He (rudely) told me how to improve my English presentation.  I raked up his leaves.  He told me stories about his time in Korea.  Eventually the fucker gave in and actually started being half-way pleasant.

Further explanation for St Pat’s…because someone asked.

If you celebrate today by wearing green or havin’ a pint or such, that’s okay. What’s important is that you know from whence the traditions come, you have a healthy respect for Irish heritage, and your celebratory activities don’t play on cruel stereotypes.

Heck, last year, I got together with a bunch of Irish-descended friends and had a heritage blast. We made Irish foods like corned beef & cabbage, colcannon, shortbread, and suchlike, and then we all sat down and watched Boondock Saints. Most of us wore green, and we got rip-roaring drunk over the course of the evening. (Then again, that’s most of our parties…anyway.)

It’s all about knowing where stuff comes from. Traditions like the wearing of the green are an important part of Irish heritage, and you need see it as such, and not just as popular shtick. Same goes for a lot of other Irish-related stuff today.

It’s about celebrating the culture while not reinforcing negative stereotypes, and it’s not hard.

Just…don’t pretend you’re “Irish for the day” if you’re not already. Don’t pinch people who didn’t wear green. Don’t put on a fake accent or dress like a leprechaun. Don’t make derogatory jokes. Don’t make a mockery of Ireland or it’s people or their culture.

You wouldn’t want someone making fun of your home country. So don’t do it to someone else’s.

And for Irish-Americans (and those who wish they were), today’s a GREAT day to learn about Irish heritage. Ask your family members for stories. Look up surnames online to see where they’re from. Read up on Irish and American-Irish history. Read some Irish folktales. Pop in some tunes by an Irish band.

And let’s all raise a glass to better days. May the roofs over our heads never fall in and may the friends beneath them never fall out. :)

mazikeen934  asked:

I always thought about Nordic languages and Gaelic when mentioning Ravenclaw. They are rough and cold, yet fluid and harmonized. Also, there is something antique and mysterious about them. Like telling a fairytale. But I can see your point. I'm a Ravenclaw and I love Spanish even though it isn't my mother language.

I really love this thanks for sending it in! Also Gaelic is so ravenclaw I can’t believe I didn’t think of it! I mean there are so many unnecessary letters in there just to make the words look more complicated it’s ridiculous


He smirked as he turned to his short speckled friend
In light cool blue shirts and oil black wavy hair.
Don’t pretend.
Crushed pencils and a chair knocked over
Always smirking.
Red brick every where in this timeless school
Sitting at desks and on desks, bleary eyes. Dark pool.

“Can we be in your class?”

A spark, a push, an excitement
Boistrous boys beating
Life bursting out the seams
Rowdy self assured but so fragile

Ireland’s Top Skeleton Mage Detective: Skulduggery Pleasant

Looking for a good Irish read? Sean recommends the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy. Set in Ireland, the series follows Skulduggery Pleasant, an ace detective who also happens to be a skeleton (as well as a flame-throwing sorcerer and new guardian to a 12-year-old girl with weird dark powers). Sound just crazy enough to work? Here’s your reading order:

  1. Skulduggery Pleasant
  2. Playing with Fire
  3. The Faceless Ones
  4. Dark Days
  5. Mortal Coil
  6. Death Bringer
  7. Kingdom of the Wicked
  8. Last Stand of Dead Men
  9. The Dying of the Light
  10. Resurrection (Coming June 1st, 2017 - so you have plenty of time to get caught up!)

See more of Sean’s recs…


I’m jumping on the bullet journal train! Toot-toot! The above is just some of what I’ve been working on today. I’ve been wanting to incorporate my craft and IP practice in an easily accessible way for the longest time but I never had enough space to write and any symbols I would put in my other planner would end up smeared or looking like blobs, lol. Now, however, I can make large scale moons (the one above is supposed to be of the Waxing Gibbous for tomorrow) and stamp/Washi tape the crap out of my new planner/journal! 

The postcard section idea is from @upthewitchypunx. I think it’s a good idea to just write a short blurb daily instead of filling up two whole pages like I normally do, lol.

In a Cottage by the Sea (1887). Norman Garstin (Irish, 1847-1926). Oil on canvas.

Garstin, joined in 1886 the Newlyn colony of artists. His art was more concerned with spacial arrangement and tonality than most of the other members of the Newlyn circle and the closest parallels can be found in the work of Whistler.



Bright lights beam down as I sit staring at the screen of my phone
Plugged in as the mouths of others say
Everyone is staring down. Faces illuminated and still

A chico beside me has a big beautiful bucket of crimson roses tied up with a big red ribbon. Pure white jeans and shiny shoes like the moon. Slick oiled back hair
Sipping on a tin can covered in a green plastic bag.
A couple sit opposite dreaming down.

Aching through tunnels of blackness
Whispers in toungues
Buzzing light beside me

Trains, everyhere creeping over the earth
This one is whizzing through a mountain
Underneath where they say God gave Jesus this earth
Running from the sea
Lights flash flash flash

Proxima Estacion Les Planes

The Letter (1919). Leo Whelan (Irish, 1892-1956). Oil on canvas.

Painted in 1919, The Letter forms part of a select group of works executed by Whelan in which the troubles of the external world are dispelled in favour of interior reflection. The painting’s date provokes the viewer into consideration of the scene’s context, but its meticulous composure and academic approach refrains from any direct comment on rising conflicts in Ireland or the turmoil of the First World War.