“Guinness Gets You Drunk”

For those of you who don’t know, that is the clever line that Brendan Behan, (an Irish poet and writer) came up with, as a possible new slogan for Guinness.

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When Guinness approached Behan about creating a new slogan, he accepted the job on the condition that they send him a case of Guinness for every week it took him to write it. After a few weeks of no new slogan, the GUINNESS PEOPLE went to Behan to ask what was taking him so long, where was their slogan. At which point he slurring utters the insightful line: “Guinness gets you drunk.”

ImageThe Guinness Storehouse in Dublin is on the “List of Things to Do In Dublin” for tourists. And rightfully so. My family and I finally visited it this Sunday. The storehouse is a very cool place to wander through, reading the interesting facts and learning the process that goes into creating a perfect Guinness pint.

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They even have a floor where they teach you the right way to pour a Guinness. Six steps, 119.5 seconds to settle, a few more to top it off and hand it steadily to the consumer. I didn’t get the lesson, the line was too long, but I saw them do it several times while I waited for my free Guinness at the top, and you know, I googled it…

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I learned that a barrel actually refers to a standard size of measure of a set weight or capacity. What we consider barrels, are really just called casks. Along with a barrel, there are other sizes such as pin, firkin, kilderkin, hogshead, butt, and tun.

NOW YOU KNOW.

 

 

This is a big copper beer container that holds 172,800 pints:

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Shannon and I getting our first tasters of Guinness on the way up to the top:Image

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Finally at the top in Gravity Bar, the view was amazing.

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A Walk Around Dublin

On Sunday morning my family woke up fresh and ready for the day!  ….Well, better than before anyways.. We walked down to Dublin City Hall around 11 am for our free walking tour.  After some initial confusion with grouping and tour guides, we were off to learn about the historical sites and landmarks of Dublin city. Our first stop was the Dublin Castle, specifically the Dubh Linn garden and the Coach House.

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The Dubh Linn Garden is a large circular lawn of green that is lined with stone paths in Celtic designs. The lines also represent water eels, because, as our guide informed us, the area we were standing on ALL USED TO BE WATER…. (If anyone knows the history of the Back Bay in Boston, you will understand this reference.)
 
The black pool of water that the garden once was, used to run into the Liffey river. It is named such because the Irish word for black is ”dubh” and the word for pool is “linn”.  Hence Dubh Linn, which also sounds a LOT like Dublin… Merely a coincidence though I’m sure.
 
ImageTurning to look back at the actual Dublin Castle, our tour guide explained to us the various reconstructions and different sections of the castle. It was originally built in the 13th century, but was rebuilt in the 17th, 18th, 19th and 20th centuries. As you can tell from the photograph, it is very un-uniform and mismatched.
 
Below I have created a panorama of the three pictures I took of our view of Dublin Castle. I realized after that I could’ve just used the “panorama” option in the camera app but oh well. It was nice to actually doing something in Photoshop again. I have also added some intelligent markings to help you understand the castle’s layout. Again this is the view of the castle from Dubh Linn Garden. And yes I may have done this while at work…
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-The South East Record Tower is the only remaining intact piece of the medieval castle. It was used as a high security prison tower, which makes sense since the walls were 4.6 meters thick (about 15 feet).
 
-Chapel Royal on the far right, was built in the 1800s as the official Church of Ireland chapel of the Household of the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland in 1814.
 
-The middle three storied section of classical stone facade are the State Apartments, which were renovated in 1700s. They are now used by Irish Government for official business.
 
-The colourful buildings on the far left are a continuation of the State Apartments. They were stuccoed and painted the bright colours by the Office of Public Works. Nicknamed Lego Land by Dubliners, it is a very peculiar sight that is not exactly a local favourite.
 
This is looking into the upper courtyard of Dublin Castle:
 
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Other highlights of our tour were: traces of Viking remains, Christ’s Church Cathedral (aka the Whiskey church),  Temple Bar area, Trinity College, the Famine Memorial, and St. Stephen’s Green.
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This is the stone outline of a Viking house that was unearthed in this area of the city. The two rectangular areas inside the house represented the sleeping quarters for the Vikings. Apparently a house this size would hold around 20 Viking men! Its hard to judge from the picture but the house was not big at all. Those guys would’ve had to sleep back to back to back, spooning all night long to fit in those spaces.
 
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Tight view of Christ Church Cathedral. It was founded in 1028, but like so many buildings in Ireland, had to be rebuilt and renovated many times. In 1871, a Dublin whiskey distiller, Henry Roe, gave the equivalent of £23 million to save the cathedral. This is why the church earned its nickname as the “Whiskey Church”.
 
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Temple Bar area, famous for its many bars and shops, is the popular spot for tourists and night life in Dublin.
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Below is the Campanile or bell tower of Trinity College. Our guide explained to us that if a student was able to climb to the very top of the Campanile, that they would be named King of Trinity, which would entitle them to various privileges.
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The headmaster of the college however, could stop the students from becoming the King, if they managed to shoot the climbing student with a crossbow from his window in the main building across the way.
 
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 This sculpture is title “Famine”, created by Edward Delaney. It stands as a reminder of the Great Famine in Ireland between 1845 and 1852, when about one million people died and a million more had to leave Ireland for different countries.
 
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Lastly we ended our tour walking out through St. Stephen’s Green, the public park in Dublin. It is similar to the Boston Commons, with many rows of trees, maintained grass, and even a duck pond and gazebo.
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For anyone in Dublin or going to visit, I would definitely recommend the Sandemans New Europe tours. They offer free walking tours, which is what we did, so if you don’t like it you didn’t loose any money, just a few hours of your life in a foreign country that you will never get back!

Hello? Oh, Hey its Dublin Calling

My family (minus my brother) arrived in Dublin on Saturday morning. I met them at their hotel around noon. Their journey on Friday around 12pm eastern standard time to end around 9:30 am my time. Confusing time math aside, to them it felt like 4:30am. Needless to say after 16+  hours of traveling, they weren’t the most lively bunch. To add to their disorientation and general hit by a bus feeling, I promptly lead them out on a multi-stop search for an acceptable restaurant. Of course it was not my intention to clumsily drag them around in circles, but my intended restaurant (O’Neals) had online claimed to serve breakfast past noon, when in actuality it did not. Despite being a cool looking pub with decent sounding food, the atmosphere was not conducive to the jet lagged, (dare I say) older generation crew that I was towing around. I include my younger sister Shannon in this, because even after a full nights sleep she is still one of the most low functioning people I know.   (I MISS YOU, I REALLY DO)

On top of all that, my utter lack of Dublin city street knowledge was making things so much worse. Finally I realized I was right near the Dublin tourist center which sports many nearby pubs, restaurants, and ethnic food stops. After a couple more awkward stops we finally found a diamond in the ruff, know as the Green Hen, which is on Exchequer street.

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Great interior: high stocked shelves of assorted bottles behind the bar right at the door, a small sitting area with tables under a low ceiling. A two landing staircase on the left leading up to more stairs.. I realize this building most have been a home previously. We entered another floor with several more tables in a bright calm room with  high ceilings. Perfect.

I thankfully sat down at the crisp white table and watched as my family dreamily filled in to the sunny room.

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We all greedily enjoyed the food we were brought, as well as assorted drinks. Fried courgettes and onion rings in the middle. I ordered an appetizer of chicken and mushroom on a crostini.

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Then a chicken burger that was slightly underwhelming, but were saved by their side of sweet potato fries. They were so incredibly moist yet surrounded in a nicely baked exterior. They melted in my mouth, only to fill it with the strong sweet potato presence.

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After lunch/breakfast we headed back to the hotel where everyone except myself took a nap. I took a bath in the large tub in the hotel bathroom. Despite my firm stand against baths.

Around six pm I started to call the restaurant that I wanted to bring my family to. It was a Saturday night at 6 pm and I was asking for a table for 6 people. Even as I dialed I knew it was going to be a long shot. The man who answered preceded to leave me on hold for quite sometime before coming back on and saying “ahhh no. No no no I ah’ave no tables. No nothing ok.” Click.

He hung up on me. And this was basically the same response for the 7 more restaurants I called. Finally at 6:45 we decided to give up and just eat at the more casual restaurant in the Westin hotel. This ended up being The Mint.

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I would highly recommend this restaurant, not necessarily for the food, which was really good; but more so for their cocktail list. They are incredibly expensive prices but worth it to try something new or to have a great glass of a classic drink.

I decided to pick from their Contraband Cocktails list, selecting the Mother’s Ruin.

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Served in this adorable little tea cup, mothers ruin is made of Simpith gin, St. Germain Elderflower liqueur, Creme de Mure, Laird’s Apple Jack brandy, fresh lemon juice and simple syrup.

The Mint further delighted me by having a selection of “Nibbles” on which were buffalo wings. I had been craving buffalo wings for some reason all week and finally here they were! Along with my mushroom, blue cheese, balsamic tart I was a happy camper. Obviously I didn’t finish all this food myself, as the portion sizes, even off the Nibbles menu, were surprisingly large.

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One day visiting Dublin and we have seen so much!….food…

Oh well, jet lag is no joke. I haven’t seen anyone beat it yet.

“Tea in the morning, tea in the evening, tea at supper time!”

  • Tea and cakes is usually coupled with the image of an English person. We forget that the Irish are right up there drinking tea with cakes and biscuits and scones and basically anything else you can consume while drinking tea. At the office here, there is always someone who gets up from their desk and will ask, “Anyone for acuppa tea?” (Not making this up, stereotypes are real for a reason.)

    What do you picture when you think about British or Irish people drinking tea? Cute teapot, nice china cups, and a flower plate topped with biscuits right?

    Well let me introduce you to THIS GUY:

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    I’m not even sure what this is called here… its an electric tea pot? It plugs into the wall, has coils inside it that heat up REAL FAST and give you hot water in a very short amount of time. An average office or home in Ireland must go through many of these in a lifetime, because it is always plugged in and ready to run. Whenever I want a cup of tea, I go into the kitchen and “check” to see if the water is hot or not, but I should really stop checking it by now; I should just accept that of course it will be hot. BECAUSE ITS ALWAYS BEING USED.

    After taking this picture I realized that there is another one of them in here too!

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    (Probably a back up, in case God forbid, the other one broke.)

    Now I consider myself a to be a “tea person”. Mainly because I dont drink coffee. I’m a “Non coffee person”. And because I like tea… In Boston, being a tea person is sort of a niche thing. Especially around the daily coffee drinkers, who surround me with their dark obsession. In Ireland if you are a tea drinker, it’s like “uh you’re not special”. But unlike in Boston, where being a “tea person” means you buy many different flavors and varieties of tea, in Ireland, so far I have only experienced “regular tea”. I dont even know what they mean by “regular tea”, because I am too afraid to ask. Black tea? Maybe.. Lipton? I don’t think so.

    “What kind of tea do you want?”
    “There´s more than one kind of tea?…What do you have?”
    “Let´s see… Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey.”
    “I.. Uh…What are you having?… Did you make some of those up?”
    Bryan Lee O’Malley, Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Life

    I’m sure that I am missing out on the cute cafe or shop here in Dublin, that has millions of tea varieties. But here in the office, I drink Earl Grey, all day, erry-day. As a tea drinker in Boston, I drank a good amount of tea; I especially love me some Earl Grey with Sugar In The Raw in it. Or sometimes I’ll just “raw dog” it if theres no sugar to be had. (“raw dog” in the tea world would equate to “black” in the coffee world)

    For the past couple weeks, my tea intake has doubled. I have at least two cups of tea per day. I believe this is because of several factors:

    – the mugs here are much smaller than the average mug I would use back home. I’m a BIG mug user. I don’t mean I use mugs a lot, I mean I use big mugs..

    – smaller mug = less tea for me = I want more tea = more cups of tea

    – smaller mug = different tea bag to water ratio = less diluted tea than I usually consume in my BIG mug..

    -THIS in turn leads to a second level of factors I wasn’t considering until I started to feel the affects. CAFFEINE. As I said I like the Ear Grey a lot. Which has caffeine in it. (Plus the sugar I add to it). Multiply that by a small mug with less water, times the sheer amount of cups I have begun to consume, divided by the little amount of sleep I am getting each night, which will still equal a more caffeinated Me.

    For those of you who know me and the affect caffeine has on me, don’t worry. This is not like Mountain Dew affects. Its much more subtle. But I do experience a distinct jittery-ness in my limbs brought on by two, back to back cups of concentrated Earl Grey.

    ALSO a new factor: apparently my increased intake of caffeine is making me have to pee more often than I already do.

    I already have one of the smallest bladders that I know of. (Granted I haven’t met or actually seen my or anyone else’s bladder, but I’m taking a guess here.) I am probably a step above the average annoying girl with a small bladder who has to pee all the time.

    I have what I would call a “bladder problem”. And by that I mean, it sucks. I thought about self diagnosing myself with “Incompetent Bladder Syndrome”, but then I realized the acronym is IBS……so yeah, not that one.

    Even right now as I am typing this and sipping my tea, I have to pee.

    It is really the short amount of time that passes between the frequent bathroom runs that concerns me. It will be like 45 mins later and YUP I have to pee again. How is my body producing this much pee and should I be concerned? Was this too much information to share on my trip to Ireland blog? Probably.

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    I just dipped that cookie (SORRY BISCUIT) into my tea, trying to be cool like a real tea person. I kept it in there too long and it mushed away and fell on the desk when I took it out…. #teadrinkerfail

    So in conclusion, I think I am going to keep my “Tea Drinker” title to myself until I return to Boston.

     

Damn Right I Support It

HIGHLIGHTS OF MY DAY:

1. My breakfast: a single cup of “ready to make” porridge. Basically like those instant oatmeal packets you just add water to, but in its own little cup. It tasted like a blueberry muffin! But in mushy form… That sounds bad but it was good, trust me.

2. Finding out that I get to assist a photographer with a wedding she is shooting in July. Irish wedding photography! I have always been pretty anti- “wedding photography”, mostly because the intense digital aspect of it, coupled with the anxiety of capturing one of the most important days of someone’s life. Also I REALLY HATE it when people find out that I majored in photography and then the next thing they say is “Oh cool, what do you do like wedding photography??” NO. No, I don’t.

But the idea of being an assistant to an Irish photographer at an Irish wedding sounds pretty awesome to me.

3. DOMA being declared as unconstitutional! You all knew that already though.

4. Learning more in InDesign at work. I have been pretty much doing busy work all week. Cataloging, yet also researching photo options for the September cover, as well as other inside photos. But today I got to pick options for photo layouts inside the magazine.

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This was one of the pages I helped design today. And by design, I mean find, edit, and size the photo, as well as pick the colors. The layout was already made, so it was pretty easy…But it was more experience with InDesign!

5. Trying to find pantyhose on my route home. I went to two pharmacies, a convenience store, and a grocery store. Nothing. I MISS YOU CVS!!! But then the lady at the grocery store told me to go around the corner to the local SPAR, which I would basically equate to a classier 7-Eleven. Tights at a 7-Eleven? But after a quick walk around the sodas, chips, and processed food, there they were, a rack of pantyhose and tights. Success.

6. And the last part of my day: walking into the kitchen to see the French girl in my apartment, watching Pretty Little Liars on her computer. In French. It was great. Not that she took to my attempt to share a moment with her about our similar show watching, but OH well.

Pavlova, Pannacotta, and Me

On Thursday last week, Caroline and I went to a promotional event being held by Supervalu, which is one of the local grocery store in Ireland (imagine a Stop n Shop and Whole Foods combined).

Easy Food was invited to the event, so Caroline was attending as representative for the magazine and I was going along for the free food and drinks.
We had been cooking and shooting “How To” shots all day, before heading to the event, so we were both tired and not exactly looking our best. As soon as we walked into the hotel it was being held in, we realized this event was Kind Of A Big Deal.

A banquet room was filled with several small high and low tables, covered with white tablecloths, red napkins, and tiers of fresh fruit and cupcakes in the center. There was a large arrangement of many different breads and oils, several bowls of assorted salads and sides, and of course a large table of dessert options. Doors led out to an outside porch area, which held several grills and a long buffet table set with warmers. As soon as we entered the room we were met by a server with a tray of champagne and wine.

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YEAH.
And we are both wearing jeans, big button up shirts, and carrying awkward bags with my laptop and camera inside.

We immediately attached ourselves to a high top table to stand at while we sipped champagne and ate bites of strawberries and raspberries. Eventually we were introduced to a few representatives of Supervalu, who were extremely nice and easy to talk with.

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Supervalu is very much about promoting fresh, local Irish products. Almost everything they were serving was grown or made in Ireland. There were chefs at the event who were showing guests how to cook their fresh pre packaged meals of meats and fish and vegetables. It was very interesting to see Supervalu’s commitment to supply people with affordable, yet fresh, good quality food.

This was the menu options for the evening:

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Overall it was a very fun event that I am glad we attended. It was a nice taste of the world of food and advertising events. Hopefully I will be able to attend more events like this during the rest of the time I am here.

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My desserts! Raspberry pannacotta, berries trifle, and strawberry pavolova. AKA lots of cream.

Wednesday night, 9 pm. No internet to be found.

Things I have been pondering lately:

–Since they drive on the left side of the road in Ireland, is right turn on red not a thing? Doe this mean left turn on red is a thing?

–Just because I may half heartedly wash my dishes after I eat, doesn’t mean everyone else is doing this too right? The fact that we are all half heartedly washing the communal silverware and continuously sticking them in our mouths to start the cycle over again, should probably be more a of a concern to me.

-Is it bad that I pretend to have a slight Irish twang to my voice when I interact in daily activities with grocery clerks or bartenders?

-Who gets to decide which door gets painted which color? What if I want a blue door instead of a red door? Who do I talk to? Irish door painters?

–Reading while walking reminds me of young kids. I picture a nerdy boy with his nose close to the pages as he walks unaware down a street. A shy girl with pigtails clutching her book on the journey home. It is an activity that is seen as silly. Nerdy. Loner-ish?

I’m not a little girl. Yes I did wear my hear in pigtails the other day, but you try having hair shoulder length and thinking of creative things to do with it!!
What I mean is, I’m an adult. Sorta. I wear buttoned jackets and sunglasses and a leather purse. (ok its not real leather)
–So if I am reading as I walk down the street on my way home, does it cast the same stigma as the previously mentioned children?

I realize that I come off a little crazy as I walk home from the train, simultaneously reading and attempting to steer a straight line. Jim Gaffigan’s book, Dad is Fat, is making me look even more crazy because it forces uncontrollable spurts of laughter out of my mouth, as I read and walk my way home. There goes the reading girl. Oh and look she’s laughing to herself today….

My friend from work said that Her Friend from some where else, tweeted about Dad is Fat at Jim Gaffigan and then he retweeted it himself and liked it or whatever it is you can do on twitter. Maybe I’ll tweet at Jim Gaffigan too. He’s gotta like my tweet about potentially walking in to traffic and making myself look like a crazy person just so I can continue to read his book, right??

OH WAIT I’LL NEVER FIND OUT BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE INTERNET.

The internet pretends to be there, flashing its full bosom of bars at me, yet denying me actual internet connection.

It’s a good thing I didn’t go for the real rural experience out here or I know how I would be doing.

No. I take that back. If I was in a castle or on a farm somewhere in the middle of nowhere/Ireland, I would know that internet wouldn’t work, and therefore give up the need for it. Here however, IT SHOULD FREAKIN WORK. I can’t call the landlord lady though cause my Irish phone ran out of minutes. And I already called her yesterday to ask why the stove and oven weren’t working. (The fuse switch somehow was down? It took three Italians and a French guy to not figure out which switch it was. I did eventually once the Men were done.)

I’m not sure why being in Ireland has made me believe that the things I think about should be posted online for others to read. I don’t have all y’all back home to entertain me so apparently that leads to actual thinking. If you can consider musing about left turns on red and potentially germ infected dishes “actual thinking”.

This no internet thing is killing me. Its not just that it’s not working. Its that it LOOKS LIKE its working, but ITS NOT. Thats a lie. I don’t appreciate that.

I only have so many LOST episodes on DVD left. I can’t start again. that would be crazier than I already am.
(Sidebar: the ice cream I’m eating is melting alarmingly fast. Especially because I would say my room is slightly chilly right now.)

And No Sleep For Gretchen Wieners

Over the past week and a half, my daily life has become incredibly scheduled. I blame the trains. I am slave to their schedule. I wake up at 7 am, leave at 7:50 am to walk to Drumcondra station. I take the 8:10 am train from Drumcondra to Connolly station where I get off and wait for the 8:30 am train to Greystones. I arrive in Greystones at 9:20 am, walk to work to start at 9:30 am. Work till 5:20 pm, get on the 5:30 pm train back to Connolly, switch trains to Drumcondra, walk home, enter door at 7pm. The 12 major hours of my day are scheduled almost to a T. (ha T..like the MBTA. except it’s not the T it’s the DART)

I haven’t slept past 8:30 in the morning in two weeks. No, not even on the weekends because traveling around Ireland on the weekends begins at early hours, preceded of course by late nights.

On week nights I don’t get home till 7pm, so by the time I decided what to eat, and buy or make it, it is usually close to 9 pm. Then of course, I have to check all the things online, or more recently edit food photos I took during the week. (What? No I am not being paid for this. Thank you for reminding me.)

Then I like to watch a TV show that I get on illegal websites, since Hulu doesn’t like Ireland. And by the time I’m done watching something, all of a sudden its 11:30 or midnight. 6 hours of sleep again…

Or on the random night that I would go somewhere other than home after work, it usually involves drinking, which leads into later hours in the night, which means I am still not getting to sleep before midnight.

Vicious cycle? yes.

I JUST WANT TO SLEEP PAST 9 AM. Is that so much to ask??

Nine just feels like a good time to me. It’s still morning, but not EARLY. Its right before the double digits, like 10 which is also a respectable time to wake but in a lazier way. You can be productive if you wake at 9 am, but you wont be wicked tired like from 7 am.
Noon is a stupid time to wake up. If you’re going to sleep in, at least make it to 1pm or 2pm. Or if you are really ambitious, 3 pm. Either wake up at 10 am (MAYBE 11 am) or make it past noon. COMMIT to the laziness or get up.

I have also found that the “3 pm FEELING” people talk about at work, doesn’t really happen to me? I get the incredibly tired feeling around 11:45. I can’t even make it till noon before I realize my eyes have been drifting shut for several minutes. And for some reason, in this office, lunch starts at 1pm. So at quarter to noon, I can’t even console myself with the fact that lunch is soon, because its not. Thankfully the people in this office are big snackers. There is always some sort of sweet or chocolate or maybe fruit “snack” at the end of someones desk, into which everyone picks at continuously.

Having lunch at 1 pm does have its perks though, as I find the rest of the day goes by quite quickly. It is now 2 pm and my lunch break is over. Which means I have to stop typing and go back to work. BAHHH.

What knight lives in that castle over there?

Yesterday I got to experience firsthand the filming of the “How To” videos that Easy Food puts out. The “How To’s” are basic cooking videos that show  how to do things like roasting garlic, boiling eggs, or even making simple stir frys. One of the locations that they film in is in Howth, a town north of Dublin right on the sea. And by location, what I mean is CASTLE:

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Yup. There is a cookery school in a castle.

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And that’s where we were yesterday. The kitchen was beautiful; modern appliances mixed with wooden counter tops, teal cabinets, assorted china, old cast iron tops and ovens.

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The production crew for today consisted of Mark and Robin, two very nice guys who were great at what they do, as well as good fun to be around. Caroline seemed to sport the same distaste that I have at being in front of a camera, yet she delivered her lines with a practiced grace that seemed to appear from no where, only to flee away the second the shot was finished.

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Mark and Robin were using a Canon EOS C300 camera to film the videos. Robin described it as the video equivalent to the Canon 5D. It was so amazing. They showed me what the feed looked like at F 1.8, the shallowest stop the camera could go to. The crisp detail surrounded by shallow depth of field was incredible. They also used a 5D to film from a different angle, and a second 5D to take still shots of the step by steps. This job eventually was handed over to me, so that the filming and still shots could be done at the same time. It was good practice for me, as Caroline and I will be starting our own “How To” shots later this week.
(Sorry to everyone who has no idea what all those numbers and cameras mean. Its basically just one of the best digital camera equipment around.)

More pics of said CASTLE:

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Hey Mr. D.J.

I’d like to believe that everyone has a list of guilty pleasure songs that would be very embarrassing if your iPod randomly shuffles to. For me, it’s the musicals. I’m definitely not a die hard “New York Musical” collector, but I do have a fair amount of musical albums. Whenever one of the songs pop up on my shuffle, I usually shamefully skip past it; as if the person next to me might be able to hear the jaunty tune slipping out from my headphones.
Sometimes I throw caution to the wind and quietly revel in the random musical ditty, enjoying the fact that no one knows what I am listening to.

There are moments however when a particular musical theatre masterpiece will come on and I will proudly blast it (in my headphones), pitying the people around me who can’t match this moment with this great song.
This morning as I walked along the canal, my iPod surprised me with none other than “The Circle of Life”. That song is never unwanted for me. As I passed the flowing water and reeds rustling in the wind I thought, “Well done iPod, well done.”

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And as I turned the corner, after realizing how long my peaceful walk had taken me, my iPod rewarded me with PYT to enjoy as I hurried down the busy street to the train station. Mr. Jackson finished his song just in time for me to watch the train that I needed to be on, pull away from the station.

Damnit.

Next song, wise iPod shuffle?