Bought secondhand on this date.
olc: me oul’ segotia
Not sure why this came into my head, but all of a sudden me oul’ segotia became forefront in the medulla, fortwithly and decided-like. I think I remember my father using it, although he wasn’t a Dubliner by birth or demeanour. The phrase means something close to me oul’ pal, a term of endearment. Sounds O’Casey to me.
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st anthony syndrome chilled blood tennis redhead paraplegic retired why do you want to know?
Philip Owens: new shoes
Shoe images found under this date.
misc: fantod
… and this is especially for the Jobbing Doctor who gave out to me for being so lax at blogging and being a kept man (which I’m not, incidentally) …
–noun
1.
Usually, fantods. a state of extreme nervousness or restlessness; the willies; the fidgets (usually prec. by the ): We all developed the fantods when the plane was late in arriving.
2.
Sometimes, fantods. a sudden outpouring of anger, outrage, or a similar intense emotion.
I wonder are Jobbing’s fantods analogous to golfers’ yips?
Answers on a postcard please. One lucky winner will receive a used copy of Gardening Weakly, March 1974.
Lower extremities
So there I was, waiting, waiting, waiting on the border between Togo and Ghana, some trifling piece of paperwork was not quite right and we were waiting in our vehicles in the 42°C heat. No joke I tell you when the tempers are a bit short anyway. So I decide to get out and have a bit of diary time under a tree, a bit down off the road and away from the confines of the car. This involved hopping down from the road, a drop of about a metre onto a slight incline. Down I went, landed a little awkwardly because the landing surface was a little inclined, but no problems. No pain. Sat under my tree and curmudgeoned away while the sun beat down and petty officials finnicked* over a scrap of officialdom. Continue reading “Lower extremities”
iPhone: full of Other
My iPhone has mysteriously become full of Other. I’m not sure what Other is besides being orange and therefore distrustful, but I’m going to have to find out since I don’t seem to have much room for anything else right now, and I want to put a few songs back in. Googling jailbreak iphone 4
reveals that it might be something to do with interrupted syncs and that the only remedy is for a full restore which is obviously a pita and hopefully avoidable.
I’ve just turned off all music playlists, mail accounts, contacts and calendars in iTunes and re-synced, now Other has grown to 4.83 GB.
Whatever it is, it’s hungry.
So after having deleted pretty much everything in the iPhone, I was still left with a growing and hungry Other, no space and nothing in the phone. After a bit more searching on iphonefaq, I came across a piece of software called iPhone Explorer which I downloaded and ran. Lo and behold there was a load of stuff hiding in the iPhone’s music directories which in theory shouldn’t have been there since I’d erased all the music. I brazenly deleted the lot and reclaimed most of Other for my own purposes.
I’m now resyncing the iPhone with a load of music selected by iTunes and will see if I haven’t b0rked the device by fecking round with its directory structure. (In the old days I used to use ResEdit on a live OS 7.x so I’m used to, em, tinkering).
We’ll see if Other comes back.
misc: prezi
misc: fat, lazy, pompous and we think we’re special
The country has been awash with money for the last 15 years … we’re gone fat now, we’re gone lazy, we’re gone pompous and we think we’re special.
Liam Ryan, Managing Director, BMS Ireland
Prophetic words from a few years ago.
Winter trek.
So today, a subset of the Kili group went up the mountains for a pre-Christmas jaunt on the second shortest day of the year, tomorrow being the Winter Solstice. We gathered at about 9,30 up at the Glenmacnas Waterfall car park to haul ourselves up Tonelagee. The temperature was about -1C, so cool enough and off we started in good spirits. Off we hiked over about 10cm of snow, great to be out, great to be alive.
When we started up the hill, it became apparent that the cloud cover was pretty low and the visibility started to draw in, but with compasses and maps, we were pretty confident we were headed in the right direction. When we were about level with the lake, Lough Ouler, we couldn’t see it at all because the mist/snow/flurries were pretty thick and you couldn’t see more than about 50m. Onwards and upwards, and soon we were at the cwm just below the final slope to the top of the hill.
It was amazing to be up here in the snow. Normally I’d be up there in fine weather, when the views out across the lake and valley are really beautiful, but this new snowy environment is so different, very beautiful and serene if it weren’t for the wind. Cold for sure but completely manageable. So after about another half hour of trudging upwards, we reached what seemed to be the top. I know this mountain reasonably well, so I reckoned we were there, although it doesn’t have a defined summit as it were, just a slightly open windswept area which was really cold today. It was seriously gorgeous up there, icicles hanging from the peat hags.
We stopped for lunch up there, hot drinks and sandwiches and then decided to head back the same route we came up. That route took us reasonably close to a drop down to the lake, so far safety’s sake we skirted away from it and down the mountain. What we didn’t realise though was that we’d skirted a lot further than planned and we came down into a valley a bit west of where we’d planned.
This required a bit of a detour, but sure enough we found ourselves back where we ought to be, and onwards home. Beautiful.