north dublin

In the 1980s, a scuba diver suddenly reappeared, unconscious, after having gone missing several days before. When he was found and reawakened, he was naked, shaking and mumbling over and over again about “monsters” he had encountered under the water. The Dublin Lake Monsters were said to be living in an underwater cave in this New Hampshire lake. However, the diver could not give a physical description of these monsters even though the sight of them or whatever they had done left the poor man terrified. 

The Vikings in Ireland: The First Wave, 795 - 873.

The initial phase of Viking involvement in Ireland consisted of multiple “hit-and-run” type raids. Starting with the raid on the wealthy monastery of Lambay Island in 795, the Vikings began their plunder. Lambay lies just north of Dublin Bay, however, at this point there was no Dublin. Dublin would later be settled by Vikings in 841 as a longphort (a type of photo-settlement allowing safe harborage for raiding activities) during the second phase of Viking actions in Ireland.

The Vikings came in search of loot and treasure, of which monasteries sure had a lot of during the middle ages. However, they were not alone in this, “for native Irish raiders did not scruple or emulate [the Vikings’] example”(2). Irish society was unique from the rest of Christendom in that they were a fractured society familiar with tribal politics. Although these initial raids do shock the land, the people of Ireland were not estranged from violence and would eventually adapt as seen in the later Viking activities.

Some notable events….

795: Lambay
802: Iona (moves to Kells, 807 - Book of Kells)
812: Irish resistance
824: Bangor (bolder raids)
832: Armagh (several times)
835: Clonmacnoise
841: Longphort at Linn Dúachaill and Duiblinn
842: Viking participation in Irish conflicts


  1. Haywood, John. “Vikings in Ireland I.” In The Penguin Historical Atlas of the Vikings. London: Penguin, 1995. 
  2. Killeen, Richard. “Vikings.” In A Brief History of Ireland: Land, People, and History. Running Press, 2012. 
  3. Dukes-Knight, Jennifer. “Vikings in Ireland.” Lecture, Viking History, University of South Florida, 2015.
More Michael Yew
  •  He has an Irish accent, more specifically north dubliner
  •  He never tops five feet, and when he stops growing he’s at 4'10
  •  He hates for most people to touch him, but when someone he likes hugs him he just burrows into it
  •  He’s a little spoon
  •  All Apollo kids are like hot water bottles, even in winter they’re always warm
  •  He’s not good at healing and can’t do much more than bandage, and give out nectar and ambrosia
  •  He writes the most beautiful poetry and short stories though
  •  People sometimes pick him up without warning to fuck with him and it really freaks him out
  •  He will kick the shit out of you
  •  He has a scar where one of his family members hit him at the base of his head with an iron skillet (the story changes every time, it was actually his aunt) 
  •  He has scars from the bridge incident, most notably one that wraps around from the top of one shoulder to the top of his opposite hip. (A cable snapped against him and split his back open )
  •  He is very much bi
  •  When someone like one of his siblings or significant other pissed him off, instead of screaming, he left bad haikus on sticky notes on all of their stuff until the issue was resolved
  •  Him and Clarisse don’t hate each other, they’re actually really good friends most of the time, they’re just both stubborn hotheads
  •  He can’t drive. At all. He once drove a golf cart into a tree.
  •  He can ride small motorcycles, and he owns one
  •  Everyone calls Annabeth and Michael books bros, because they started a book club that only has two memebers
  •  Most of their meetings lead to passionate debates
  •  He never got over his “punk” phase,  and has a thing for leather jackets and boots
  •  He’s an emotional drunk
  •  On his sixteenth birthday he got a shamrock on his upper thigh for a dare

Two amateur astronomers captured something slamming into Jupiter

It’s amazing how you can observe and capture what’s going on in space with a telescope and a camera in your backyard. On March 17th, Gerrit Kernbauer, an amateur astronomer using a 20 cm telescope in Mödling, Austria, and John McKeon, observing with a 28 cm ‘scope north of Dublin, were both taking a video of Jupiter (that way you can pick the best parts of the captured frames to create a high-resolution image). While analyzing footage afterwards, it turned out there was a surprise bonus: they had captured the impact of a small comet or asteroid into Jupiter!

As Phil Plait of Bad Astronomy mentioned, Jupiter actually gets hit a lot. Impacts or their aftermath have been captured in 1994, 20092010, and 2012. So, on average Jupiter could get hit by something big enough to see from Earth about once per year, but we just might not chance upon it. Plus, we don’t see the ones on the far side of the planet.

Anyway, thanks, Jupiter, for taking those hits for us ❤️

Original videos here and here

     “Oh, my God, look at me! I look like a scarecrow!”
     “You look great.”
     “No, I don’t. I’ve been out here for hours and I’m 74 and a half, so take your pick.”
     “You look nice.”
     “I look like a hen. My hair doesn’t do very well outside. I don’t care. You’ll never get another chance. I’m not going to be around much longer. My mother died when she was 74—it’s amazing how history repeats itself.”
     “Tell me more about yourself.”
     “You could probably write 10 books about my life. I wrote a book and lost it on the computer.
     I was born on a farm 30 miles north of Dublin, Ireland, and I never had a house until this one. I was born on Christmas Day, the day before my husband was born. I came over here in 1965, and I suffered from major depression for most of my marriage. My husband was abusive physically, emotionally, and financially. I could’ve lived with him until I was 74—or even 174—and he only got worse. He hit me, spat on me and called me ‘scum.’ He used one credit card after another and didn’t pay the bills. Our gas was cut off, then the electricity, and then we were threatened with foreclosures. He made four kids—the first three within a year of each other—and one day he threw me out. Then he brainwashed the kids, and now he lives in Ireland and everyone treats him like a king.
     I worked at Mass General for 31 years. They didn’t want to let me go because I was fantastic at typing, but now I have two kinds of arthritis and carpal tunnel syndrome. I started typing at school in 1954—how long is that, 50 or 60 years?
     I retired at 69 and a half, and I’ve been working like a dog ever since. I’m a maniac—an obsessive compulsive—and that’s what keeps me going.”
     “Why didn’t you try to get out of your marriage?”
     “I don’t know. I’m just so patient, and then I began to wonder, Why did I waste so much time? I was too conscientious, too devoted. I didn’t want my kids to suffer, so I pretended everything was OK. I had no family here, no one to stand up for me. Back then, there wasn’t much support for women. There were no shelters or anything like this. I checked and I looked. Even the judge didn’t believe me; he believed him.
     More pictures? Look at my hair! My mother had the same kind of hair. I’m very much like her. I never had nice hair, but I am a good person. Wouldn’t you say I am a good person? But I don’t think my husband wanted to be married, as he wouldn’t have waited that long for me: He would’ve gotten someone else.  I wasn’t much to look at.”
     “Why do you keep saying this?”
     “Because it’s true. I had a lazy eye, lousy hair, and I was short. But I had a good heart and a good mind, and those things are important in my book.” 
     “Why did you marry him in the first place?”
     “I had no experience. We weren’t allowed to go out until we were 18, and then it would be once a week—chaperoned. How can you find a husband? We didn’t know beans about finding a husband. It was even worse for the men. They wouldn’t be allowed to marry until their parents were nearly dead. There were so many spinsters, and the parents were so possessive: ‘You stay home and take care of us.’ I stayed home until I was 25 and then I said, ‘If I stay any longer, I will be on the shelf.’ So I got out and I didn’t want to go back home with my tail between my legs, so I got married. But I still don’t know why I married him. It was probably because he was the first one to smile at me.”