The expression "in a pickle" is unknown in Canada, they say "all stuck up in butter tart" instead.
12.03.2026 13:50
👍 11
🔁 0
💬 0
📌 0
The expression "in a pickle" is unknown in Canada, they say "all stuck up in butter tart" instead.
The idea that no one else would've thought of it . . .
My favourite misprint, now lost to the pre-internet darkness: the late Fred Johnson had a poem in the Galway Advertiser about standing by the canal watching a man wanking a dog. Oddly his career recovered, though it never thrived.
I am running a workshop on the topic, in fact:
www.bristol.ac.uk/golding/turi...
I don't know if the internet and machine translation means the end of linguistic diversity, or the end of global languages!
it never ceases to amaze me that within my lifetime we have gone from "language learners must hoard every scrap of eg French newspaper bought in France and precious casettes of spoken radio" to "yeah can get infinite written stuff & podcasts with transcripts plus easy to translate those transcripts"
If I was in American and said I was Irish and they asked "so who'd you vote for" I'd be thrilled, we all would. It'd be, like, well how long have you got.
Happy International Women’s Day!
To celebrate, we spoke with #Constellations exhibiting artists Amanda Coogan and Jennifer Trouton about their work, their experiences as female artists, and what #InternationalWomensDay means to them.
youtu.be/fxcKz_UYm3c
#CrawfordArtGallery #TouringandSharing
Is Claude conscious? Is a whale's song music? Does a mayfly fear the setting sun? Can a tree thirst for the rain? Is a spider's web art? Can a rock know it is beautiful? Does the wind speak?
Will we every tire of asking questions that have no answers?
Forgetting female architects; it's sad @bathnes.bsky.social is allowing the demolition of our fine fire station, designed by a woman architect.
www.architectsjournal.co.uk/news/opinion...
Wait what? I thought that's how everyone writes papers!
Jessie Buckley has walked back her "I hate cats" comment, another person crossed off my hero list.
Totally worth it!
More surprise at the noun-ness of Irish verbal nouns: anabhainn.substack.com/p/a-verbal-n...
Presuming there is still an America.
Isn't it Chelteham we need to worry about?
That is one beautiful dog!
When it lived there it always made me laugh that it's "Fairview Strand" in English but "Poor Town Strand" in Irish; didn't Bridgefoot Street used to Dirty Lane too? The best Dublin street name though is Fishamble Street since the idea of Fish ambling is always funny.
Photo credit Jeff VanderMeer. A black crow sits atop a wood post, ocean in background.
"Whoops I accidentally misgendered someone, do I say I was sorry and try to not make the same mistake again, or, do I become a spittle-spewing, neonazi asshat who hates my neighbours because they don't share the religion I don't really believe in; well that's a no brainer."
It's like letting your pasta boil dry and then letting the house burn down because you don't want to admit that was a silly mistake.
Transphobia and pro-car stuff are so weird, it's like they are so obviously stupid and destructive that once you support them you have to eliminate your common sense and common decency to avoid admitting your terrible error and you end up a facist.
Which was is the causality running; the migration divided two strands of centrism, or staying on X, for some accidental reason, has polluted any who didn't leave.
Ok cool, thanks! So there is no other process, no relic of other languages or cultures which made names some other way; there is just the Irish from and son of and then, in Galway, the old Norman names like Joyce, Ffrench and Bodkin. No one gets named for their craft, for example.
Another question, some of the classic West of Ireland surnames don't have a ó or a mac, Tarpey, Furey, Ward, Mongan; are they all either Norman names or names that lost their o's and mc's or is there another surname forming tradition distinct from the "descendant of / son of" tradition?
So the apparent link to ó as in from is a sort of collision, they have different etymologies?
Someone tell him that a British-Commonwealth dual citizen gets to vote twice, it's not true of course, but the thought of it will hopefully kill him.
Celebrating St. David's Day today, 1st March, and all things Welsh, with this delightful little medieval dragon with golden wings.
Arthur Field on O’Connell street. He has a small film camera around his neck. On the left is a black and white from the 1950s. On the right is a picture in the 1970s in colour of the same man, now in his 80s. He is holding a Polaroid camera and has a sign, handwritten, around his neck: instant colour photos.
Life and art are hard.
In both cases, making it through is a heroic achievement.
We all have an arc to our lives. It is not tragic to age. But it feels like it is.