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Inauguration Day Sale
Whoo yeah

Or how terribly inhuman I feel. With each new website I create, I feel I grow a little closer to being little more than a shell of internet.
We must end this madness with TEA and a let's-find-places-around-the-flat-to-hang-the-damp-laundry party.

While I do that, you internet personalities all go check this out and snort into your beverages over what a fool I can be.

http://thepostcardfactory.blogspot.com/

Also support our theatre collective wholeheartedly: http://www.bebo.com/WaterdonkeyTheatre

Those are the dates I will be visiting home!
And that's the latest. Whoohoo, hooray.

I cannot say how glad I am to be in Galway once again. From the plane, Ireland was all vibrant green and sparkling and in general looked like heaven.
For those who are unaware, I spent the past few weeks traveling from Switzerland to Italy, then to Barcelona via ferry boat, then Madrid, and then Paris. It was grand and there was a lot of magic to behold and if anyone wants some nice details you may ask for them.
I ate much good food. I also spent many days eating almost nothing at all, for lack of funding (my cash ran out big time toward the end). And I spent time with my sister-- then I spent a lot of time alone. I walked a lot. It was all unplanned, no reservations or maps. I brought with me a ticket out of Paris on Ryanair, and French and Italian pocket dictionaries. I did not bring anything else. I never had to sleep in a train station.
My reflections on the journey are mostly that it was good for me, that travel is a healthful little paradigm-shift that will put your obsessions in perspective and help you achieve greater composure in times of uncertainty and stress etc., etc.; oh, and seeing all the streetlights come on at once in Paris at Place de la Concorde, in the rainy September evening, was one of those fleetingly beautiful times of life when one's sensibilities are elevated far above the concerns of having not eaten that day or the certain death that awaits unwary pedestrians in the Parisian traffic of that hour. How nice for me.

But I am now in the flat in Galway. I have access to good wholesome food for 3 meals a day. I have a shower with elbow room, and hot water every day morning and evening (I can do dishes in hot water!). I have good soap, and shampoo, and the use of the internet daily. I have coffee from Italy. I can use the stove without worrying about rationing the gas (because it's an electric hob!). I have access to a washing machine and a dry place to hang my clothes to dry. I have insulated walls. I have my own room. I have an oven to use once again. Arts, music and theatre events abound, and I need no longer miss them all.
I have two lovely friends to live with.
It's like NIRVANA.

Because I must, and it will be interesting:
If you comment on this meme, I will tell you why I like you. One of the reasons anyway.

Man, I'm out here where it's chilly and the ground is hard and all, but I don't wanna go back to the caravan. I want hot chocolate and a movie. But I have no sugar, and no milk, and no movies. And I want Skype to be successful at getting in touch with home. So far, I've only left messages.

I know. Let's go see if there are BBC jobs available that I could apply for.
Nope.

The streetlamp by this library is pretty in its little mournful way.

I got two letters today and it smells like summer and the boat ride was the most beautiful yet. I stood in the stern with my hat backwards so it wouldn't blow off, and smiled with my eyes closed, and when I opened them people were looking at me but I don't think they thought I was nuts.
Here is my Galway address:

4 Rockfort Place
St. Augustine Street
Galway
Ireland

Only three more weeks until I'm done with the island!

Things I've done that the very few people who read this nonsense probably haven't done:

1) Been skydiving

2) Busked

3) Gone down a ski slope on only 1 ski

Well, I find myself with internet access and no pressing internet things to attend to, such as researching how not to be an illegal immigrant. It is very cold right now, but this is the edge of the Atlantic so I will cut the mid-June weather some slack. I'd cut it more slack if our little mobile home weren't so One with Nature, and could promise me a warm comfortable sleep tonight, which it won't.
The little mobile is grand, but a lot like camping. Our shower is a plastic box of evil and coffin-sized. The pilot light on the little gas water heater has a habit of going off. My bike has another flat.
I miss mountains.
I need to get off the island by August, I really do. I thought it would be fine to stay longer and it would be, but...the frekin' island...I mean, either camping or not camping, right? None of this in-between shit and living off of a couch in a creaky room with windows that won't close and the occasional tick and depressing '70s decor. I'd live outside in the beautiful scenery if I could, but seriously. THIS is why everyone in Ireland spends most of their time in pubs. I miss Galway.
On that note, I shall have lunch, and after lunch I shall be looking for radio jobs in every English-speaking country in the world-- heck, in all the other countries, too. Not excepting my own, where a work permit will not be required of me.

Those who want to attempt to send me post may try this:

Me
Upper Cill Ronain
Inis Mor
Co. Galway
Ireland

If I manage to introduce myself to the postman within the next few days, it ought to work just fine.