Posts Tagged ireland
Dust off Yer Boots
Posted by Jefferson Davis in PodCast on Thursday, December 10, 2009
In this massive episode laced with craic, Brian F., K8 the Gr8, Grandad, Dr. Don, and myself hash out everything about nothing. K8 and Grandad savour their Curry while Brian collides with the law. We discuss the pork industry and the hysteria that is H1N1. Brian bitches about the cold and Dr. Don and myself reminisce about radioactive snowcream from a bygone era. We ramble on about a main street trampling and deer whistles. Do they attract or detract?
Later, we learn the meaning of deer jerky along with every other kind of jerky. Christmas and wee sprrogs are mentioned as well as court dates. I wonder about my future wanderings through Ireland with nothing but a backpack, a camera, and a smile to keep me company. We debate whether Indian food is slimming or fattening. Saint Patrick’s Day and the roaring Celtic Tiger are uttered.
In the final bit of the show, we discuss electric pipes, podcasting microphones, the best version of Windows, celebrities, the media, camel toes, metro-techies, and much much more. Please tune in for the next instalment.
Download it Now: Dust of Yer Boots
Being that I’m a country boy (can’t escape it no matter where I go), I decided to add this hilarious song about a chap that wins the lotto. It’s called “Toes”. That’s relevant to Boots, right? 
Relationship Faults
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Me, Myself, and I on Thursday, June 25, 2009
All of us have faults and baggage. It’s part of being human. Faults and baggage really come to light when one enters into a relationship. Both parties learn of one another’s mannerisms and history. It is quite intriguing, really. Of course, the human experience fascinates me. For so many years, I missed out on wild rollercoaster that is relationships.
Like most folks, I have a ton of baggage. I tend to be a wee bit overbearing, a father figure of sorts. I’m always older than the women I date. (insert joke here) This has afforded me great arguments that I always lose, because all men are wrong, evidently.
Another thing that I and others have notice about moi, is that I tend to go into things at full steam. This time ‘round, I’m taking my time. The faster I rush into things, the harder I crash.
Yet another is something that unhinges a lot of people, especially her. I tell tales of Ireland when an opportunity arises. I don’t do it to be cocky or to seem overly worldly. Most people in this part of the southern US my age and older have never been anywhere. They think a trip is an overnight travel to the next city. I do it for the craic. I have a lot of good memories from Ireland. It comes off to some people like I’m trying be a preppy show off, when that is certainly not the case. I try to explain that Ireland is not an evil place just because it is near Iran in the dictionary!
After this evening, I’m forbidden to bring up Eire on our next outing. It will be hard, as I’m trying to learn Irish and am subsequently muttering Irish words at every chance.
Finally, I care too much. Really. I worry ‘bout her and several other people too much. There are local robberies and shootings on the news every evening. This does not help. I am working on it though. Let the chips fall where they may, I guess.
I realise that this is a sorry excuse for a post. It’s more of critique of myself. A bit of self exploration, as it were.
So, now that I have totally bored you all to bits, what are your faults?
Question?
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Me, Myself, and I on Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Last night, I went for a stroll in the frigid rain. I walked through the park with only the moonlight seeping through the rain laden maple trees to guide me.
There are several pivotal moments in a persons life that will forever change his or her life. I am at one of those moments. There are paths that we all take either by fate or by choice. Sometimes we pace in a circle so long that we create a trench that we can’t get out of. The unknown path can be the best to take.
What are human beings but explorers? The words person and individual fall under explorer in most Thesaurus’s. How can we learn, if we do not explore our minds and world around us and beyond our sight?
Illumination has been great importance in my life over the past four years. I spent the first two-thirds of my life in seclusion. I was made to believe that the world outside the little bubble I lived in was evil and horrific.
Now that I have broken out of that shallow bubble, I see a world full of good people such as myself. America is not God’s country, the entire globe belongs to God. The petty differences we have over race and religion are ludicrous, when one thinks about how similar we are.
The hopes and dreams of the world are so alike. No matter where a person may grow up or what rung on the social ladder they are put on by birth, they want the same things as you and me. Do we not all need food, shelter, and love? Do we not all look up at the stars at night and wonder?
For a long time, I’ve had this overwhelming feeling pushing me to explore beyond what I am accustomed to. I am at a point in my life, where I feel that I must push myself and go beyond that which I have done in the past.
I do not hate the place where I was born, nor do I hate my country of origin. But, there is still an underlying impression that I must leave for my own good. That is why I tried the move to Ireland.
To live in one place all of my life and never make a difference in the grand scheme of things is utterly useless. There is nothing holding me here, so I might as well take a leap of faith.
I would like your honest opinion about something. I am seriously considering joining the Peace Corp. If I join, I can help people all over the world. I’d learn a new culture and learn a great deal from the local people. It’d be a simple existence for two years, but it’d be worth it. So, should I go for it?
Mind you, I’d have to be medically cleared, which would be a huge task of its own. I would have to work hard to help out the locals, but it’d be well worth the sweat in the end.
They’d probably send me to somewhere like Honduras or Belize, since I speak Spanish. But, they could send me to Africa or as far east as Kazakhstan. I can prefer a region but they make the ultimate decision based on my skills.
What say you?
CoffeeHouse Cara
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Me, Myself, and I on Sunday, October 5, 2008
While sitting in the local coffeehouse this evening drinking a Guinness, I noticed a ravishing brunette at the table next to me. She was talking to a curly haired blonde across from her about our fair city, when I overheard her say that she was going to Co. Kerry, Ireland for the holidays with the family.
Immediately, I lit up like I always do on the rare occasion that I meet someone from Ireland or the UK.
“Pardon me, might I ask you a question?” I asked with a uniquely enthusiastic tone to my voice.
“Ah, go fer it, as long as it’s not to marry me, for I’m already taken, ye see”, she laughingly replied whilst showing off her ring.
“Are you from Ireland?" I asked, as I moved to the chair closest to them being careful not to spill my Guinness.
“I’m a Charleston girl, but my parents moved over from Ireland in the 50’s.”
“Really?”
“Yep, are you Irish yourself?” She enquired, while her friend went to the bar to order another drink.
“Ah no, my ancestors are from County Mayo and County Down”, I answered whilst sipping me beer.
“Well you could of fooled me”, she said with amazement.
“Ah well, I have friends in Ireland and I’ve been a few times”, I muttered whilst smiling.
“Your accent is something else boy. It’s like a cross of a Southern accent and a…ehm…Downpatrick accent”, she enounced, while waiting on her fresh glass of Harp to settle.
“Well, at least it is not a D4 accent”, I laughingly muttered.
Her friend sat curiously silent, while we laughed and went on about D4.
“So, what do you do for a living?”
“Nope, I want to know more about you”, she replied, whilst crossing her arms.
“Okay, I’m a photographer and a wee bit of a poet”, I replied whilst blushing.
“Are you now?”
“Indeed.”
“Well then, I see you’re not wearing a ring, but I’m reckonin’ that ye got a girlfriend, don’t ya?”
“Nope, I haven’t quite gotten over the last one.”
“Well what’s wrong with ya…are ya not good under the covers?” She whispered whilst giggling.
“I can assure you that isn’t the problem”, I muttered whilst spilling my stout.
“Can you now?”
(I laughed.) I love banter!
Perfect, I’ve got the perfect gurl for ya”, she said whilst turning to her friend whose cheeks and ears were glowing red.
“I’ve got to get some air”, her friend said, as she got up and walked away.
“Don’t mind her, she’s just bashful.”
“Back to my first question then, what do you do for a living?”
“I teach youngsters how to play the fiddle, along with playing it, of course”, she kindly answered with enthusiastic charm.
“Brilliant, I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the fiddle. I can play the harmonica and the dulcimer”, I hollered, as my eyes ignited with delight.
“Dulcimer, really?”
“Yep, my grandmother taught me when I was a lad, although I’ve not played in years.”
“Ah the Dulcimer is a delightful instrument born in Appalachia…Tis sad that so few people know how to play it these days”, she said, as we raised our almost empty glasses to it.
“So, where is your family from in Ireland?”
“Yer not marrying me, you’re marryin’ ‘er”, she drunkenly hollered motioning for her friend and winking at me.
Her friend stomped off to the restroom and we chatted for another hour about Ireland, family, and what not. Her friend got so drunk that she finally didn’t care what was said. I went on about my family, plans, and future trips. She told me to come to Charleston, for I would have better chances there. I frequent that coffee shop quite a bit, but it was the first time that the craic was flowing as well as the beer.
Serene Scene
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Pictures on Thursday, September 18, 2008
Dear readers, I apologise for the lack of posting and what not. I’ve been really busy walking and kicking brittle pine cones into oblivion. I’ll be back very…very soon, I promise.
There are several shots from my Wicklow collection that I love, but the one below has to be one of my favourites. It was a brisk early Spring morn, when K8, Puppychild, and I treaded through Victoria’s Way. As we approached the pond, I was halted by the serene scene. Of all the places I have been to in Ireland, Victoria’s Way has to be the most intriguing. Thanks again K8.
