I just turned in the final edits on SPIRIT DANCES, which means the Walker Papers series is officially 2/3rds in the can. In celebration, I give you the cover! (Behind the cut, ’cause it’s large.)
How we got here isn’t important.
The Irish government, which has just given up all pretense of sovereignty by acceeding to a prohibitively-interest-rated “bailout” loan from the European Central Bank, International Monetary Fund and the European Union and by agreeing that all financial decisions will be passed through the EU before they’re finalized, has been insisting that how we got here (by guaranteeing investment returns to the very wealthy, which, I’m pretty sure, is the antithesis of how investing works; the whole gamble is that there *is* no guarantee) isn’t important, and that it is in…
creeping december
December crept up on me. I was sure, somehow, that I had about a week of November left (stupid late Thanksgiving), and now what I have is a crapload of stuff that more or less literally needed to be finished yesterday. Which means I can’t go to baby cinema, which sucks, because I really wanted to see the movie this week. :p Still, I was all gung-ho on getting things done. December was going to be a month of great accomplishments! Finish the AAs! Finish the collection (the last story…
Irish anniversary party!
Just a reminder that this weekend, Saturday the 4th of December, we are hosting a Cajun Feast Irish Anniversary Party to celebrate five years in Ireland! It’ll go from 1-6pm, and we hope to see you there! Email or comment with a valid email address to respond to if you need the address!
caught on camera
Hey! The guy with the film camera posted his protest coverage on YouTube, so me, my sister, my brother in law, and a few of their friends, are caught yelling protest slogans in the first few minutes of Saturday’s rally. Deirdre’s in the red and black hat with the ear flaps, her husband Gavin’s beside her in the flat cap, I’m in the red beret, at about 1:02 in the video. I said, moments later, to the guy beside me, “These people aren’t much for yelling, are they?” “No,” he…