One of these days

Don't miss my eldest brother Blaise's amazing collection of paintings of Weapons at The Hunt Museum. It runs alongside a selection his Still Lifes and Landscapes in the museum from 10th to 23rd October and all paintings are for sale.

If you do something you really like one of his paintings get in touch with me and I will ask him to contact you. The paintings in his exhibition are usually all sold before his exhibitions even open.

And if that's not attractive enough I understand superstar comic TD Willie O'Dea will be opening the exhibition. Quite appropriate considering the hot water he got into a couple of years ago with his own weapon yielding... (Now I have to source that pic!)

My sister Abigail's upcoming gig is part of the Dublin Underground Promotions. They’ll be performing some new material at this gig. Joining her on stage are the talented Grainne Deery on piano, Niamh Loughran on violin, Lioba Petrie on cello, Andrew Cooke on bass and Andy Clark on drums.

Some other new and exciting bands are also performing: Jellyroll, Neon Flea Circus, Black Water Fever & more to be confirmed. Check out Dublin Underground site for more details http://www.myspace.com/dublinunderground

You can listen to some of Abigail's songs at www.abigailsong.com

As Abigail says herself, "Come out and support new local music creation. Ears are a great ingredient for music."

Tickets are available to buy at All City Records for 10 euro. You can also get tickets on the door on the night for 12 euro.

The door will be at The Village, Wexford Street, Dublin, Cost : €12/10

Unfortunately I won't be able to make it myself! I will be at the Geekfest that is PodCampIreland and I would be thoroughly looking forward to it if it were not for the fact that Krishna De twisted my arm and persuaded me to give a talk about Twitter. That's all lovely except I think everybody present is a Twitterer so they might all drop off. Of course, if I'm on late enough they might all be in the bar... I'll just tweet my presentation to them all.

Not only will I be there but I've agreed to present my views on Twitter at PodCampIreland 08. So if you have anything you would like to say about Twitter that will not fit into 140 characters but you think is of vital import and must be transmitted to the masses due to attend PodCampIreland in Kilkenny on Saturday, lash 'em into the comments below and vampire like I will use them on Saturday.

Speakers : PodCamp Ireland: Social Media Strategies, Social Networking, Online Marketing

This caught my eye this morning:

Twitter & Social Network Analysis Apps
"For example, when I highlight the IIA (Irish Internet Association), I see all their connections within my network:. A similar tool is available from Twubble. This allows you to see Twitter users that people you follow have in common."

I'll definitely be giving that a go later then.

English below
Bheul anois. Tháinig an lá mhór faoi dheireadh. Ní raibh oiread is deor amháin idir sinne nó ár mac is sine inár dteach nó ag geata na scoile nó ag doras an seomra ranga ar a chéad lá scoile. Bhí an t-ádh linn go raibh sé ag súil go mór leis, bhí an seomra ranga feicthe aige cheana agus bhí sé tar éis buaileadh le Múinteoir M, bean óg, lách, agus cheanúil. Dúirt sé liom ar maidin agus muid ag geata na scoile agus coicís faoina chrois aige, "I like Múinteoir M!"

Bhí sé ag súil leis freisin mar tá sé de nós aige bheith i gcomhluadar pháistí eile agus táimid buíoch as gach éinne i gCranford Creche i Ráth gCearr as an tús mhaith a thabhairt dhó. Ach is buachaill sóisialta neamhspleach é freisin agus sheasann a phearsantacht stuama leis. Tá fhios ag éinne a léann an blag seo go minic (agus seachas an rud nach mbíonn mórán nua le léamh ró-mhinic) ní bean mhór maoimh mé ach bhí mé an-bhrodúil as an lá sin.

Tar éis a dhara lá scoile chualamar a chéad focal Gaeilge a tháinig gan bhrú uaimse. Bhí sé ag déanamh cur síos ar bróga cailín sa chreche. "You know those shoes that have a toy in them? [Me: blank look. Him: continues unphased] Well when she took them off there was a madra in them! A madra!" Mar a rinne Himself cur síos ar san Irish Times an tseachtain seo chaite:

Vinny, whose first child started in a Gaelscoil this week, describes the mix of emotions parents feel. "I was a little nervous. I thought he would be upset, but he was great, and I was dead proud of him when he went in," he says. "And when he described a dog in Irish at home, he reduced his mum to tears of joy."

Tá G ag gabháil timpeall ag canadh amhrán a bhfuair sé ar scoil freisin. Tuigeann mise céard tá á chanadh aige ó tá na hamhráin ar eolas agam ach tabharfainn duais don té a aithneodh focal cheart Ghaeilge iontu! Rud eile a dúirt sé anocht agus muid ag comhaireamh na cartanna dearga ina leabhar mór de focal Ghaeilge a chur ag gáire mé ná "God mum, your Irish is really good!" Ba léir go raibh an abairt seo chloiste aige ó duine eigín eile. Gach seans ag baistiú inné.

Agus ba lá mhór é don fear is óige freisin mar gur thosnaigh seisean sa chreche nua. Thaitníonn sé go mór leis an mbeirt acu agus tá na mná sa chreche an-tógtha leo agus go háirithe le cé chomh cainteach is atá an duine is óige. Ar ndóigh toisc gur dearthair é tá sé luath ag caint, is ag caint, is ag caint! Nós atá aige faoi láthair ná deireann sé i nguth an-cheisteach, "What's that airplane?" agus bíonn ort rá, "Em an airplane?" agus bíonn sé sásta leis an bhfreagra sin.

Agus ba lá mhór é ar ndóigh do Himself. Mhothaigh sé uaigh iad i gceart inniu mar b'inniu an chéad lá nach raibh air G a phiocadh suas ón scoil ó gur dhéan G lá iomlán scoile agus phioc an bhean ón chreche suas é. Lá mhór fhada a bhí do Himself ach beidh a dhóthain ar a phláta féin i gceann coicíse so b'fhearr a scith a ligint a fhad is a bhfuil an seans aige.

Well now! The big day arrived at last. There wasn't a wet eye in the house or at the school gate or at the classroom door. We were lucky as he was really looking forward to it; he had already seen his classroom and met Múinteor M, a lovely, pleasant, young woman. He said to me this morning as we arrived in school with two weeks under his belt, "I like Múinteoir M!"

He was looking forward to it as well because he is used to the company of other children and we are grateful to everyone in Cranford Creche in Rathgar for giving him such a good start. But he is an independent, sociable little chap too and his level-headed personality stood to him. Anybody who reads this blog regularly (apart from wasting their time as I don't write regularly) I'm not a woman to boast but I was very proud that day.

After his second day of school we heard his first unprompted word of Irish. He was describing the shoes of a girls in the creche. "You know those shoes that have a toy in them? [Me: blank look. Him: continues unphased] Well when she took them off there was a madra in them! A madra!" As Himself described in the Irish Times last week:

Vinny, whose first child started in a Gaelscoil this week, describes the mix of emotions parents feel. "I was a little nervous. I thought he would be upset, but he was great, and I was dead proud of him when he went in," he says. "And when he described a dog in Irish at home, he reduced his mum to tears of joy."

G is going around singing songs that he got in school. I understand what he is singing because I know the songs but I would give a prize to anyone who could recognise even one proper word or Irish in them! Another thing he said to me that made me crack up this evening when we were counting red cars in his big book of Irish words was "God mum, your Irish is really good!" He must have heard someone say it, probably at the christening we were at yesterday where he was showing off to all the ladies by counting in Irish!

And it was a big day for the little fella too because he started in the new creche. Both of them really like it and the women in the creche are very taken with them especially with how chatty the little fella is. Of course because he is a little brother he was an early to talk and talk and talk! A habit he has at the moment is to say in a very questioning tone, "What's that airplane?" and you have to say, "Em an airplane?" and he's happy with that.

And of course it was a big day for Himself as well. He really missed them properly today because it was the first day that he didn't have to pick G up from school because he was doing a full and the woman from the creche was picking him up. A big long day for Himself but he'll have enough on his plate in a fortnight so he might as well take it easy while he can!

Labels: clann, family, oideachas/ education, páistí/ children, scoil/ school

A number of Irish bloggers were recently writing about their pet peeves. I didn't get in on it at the time but I saw something today that reminded me of one of mine. I absolutely cannot stand people who litter. I often point out to people that they have dropped something at considerable risk to myself. Since I moved to Crumlin I've had to rein in this habit. However there is one young lady currently residing either in Lower Dublin 12 or Upper Dublin 6W and if I see her again tomorrow I am going to have a sharp word with her. This morning, which was truly filthy, as I cycled schoolwards I passed a young lady standing at a bus stop. She had an umbrella and it was in tatters. I dropped the eldest into school (more anon as Gaeilge!) and turned around to head into the Digital Hub where I work. What did I see on my way back? The young "lady's" umbrella on the side of the road. Not only was it a disgraceful piece of littering but it was also a danger on a very busy road on a very wet morning. When I had passed her originally I thought she looked like she was going to chuck it and I said to myself "Noooo!" I considered stopping to discuss it with her but I was laready running late with the weather and I thought again, "No there's no way a smart-looking young person like that could be so ignorant." Now the only other thing that has just occurred to me is that maybe some other ignoramus had chucked it and she had picked it up and was considering what to do with it. No I'm being too nice to the total ignoramus. If I see her tomorrow, she is getting a piece of my mind. Scumbag

Labels: aineolacht/ ignorance, BÁC/Dublin, pobal/ community, saol chomhaimseartha/ modern life, Éire/ Ireland

And there it was, as they say, gone! We arrived home from a pleasant afternoon strolling around the Curragh and the army barracks (and that's a story for another day) and Himself says to me "Where's your bike? Did you leave it in work? Don't think you'll fool me with that look. [I must have been looking just slightly more dazed than my previous "I've-just-woken-up-from-a-hangover-induced-car-sleep] C'mon where is it?"

I rang the local gardaí who came around straight away pretty much and took a statement. I am now known to the gardaí because the really tall local guard and I recognised each other from my last visit to the Garda Station. This is because I made himself and his colleagues search the whole station for an Irish Language version of the passport form and then when they couldn't find it and he filled out the English version for me he did it in the wrong colour pen. We really bonded that day.

That evening the doorbell rang and there was a man who we had never seen before. He lived nearby and told us that he'd seen us coming in and out of the house with the bikes and the kids on the bikes. In the wee small hours of the previous morning he had been on his way home from his holidays and what does he see up the road but somebody chucking my bike at a street feature (a big rock) and then into the middle of the road. According to him, my local friendly guards also happened to be passing at the same time and kept on passing! He stopped, picked up the bike and put it in the back of his car. Himself (who is totally nerding it up here beside me with his new Lenovo ThinkPad Tablet PC) went to pick up the bike and it was destroyed. Poor old bike.

However, I am now the owner of a lovely shiny new Trek with a fancy saddle and a clever stand. The issue with the baby seat versus the back carrier continues and the babyseat is currently attached to the post of the seat as opposed to the frame which is a little bit dodgy but the only way to do it. Here's a link to my new bike although mine has a motorbike style stand which makes it much easier to load a child onto the back.

Speaking of bikes we rented two bikes while on holidays in Ile d'Oleron. The bikes weren't great but we rented a trailer for the boys (at the elder's insistence) which they LOVED! Not so easy to cycle with though as it feels like it is constantly pulling and pushing the bike. I would never cycle one here though: cyclists are treated with tremendous care and respect on Oleron and there are plenty of bicycle ways to explore.

I will add photos soon. I dropped our camera on Saturday evening and now it won't switch back on. I am so popular.

Labels: bicycle/ rothar, campáil/ camping, clann, family, pobal/ community, páistí/ children