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We have all seen blackboard messages like this in many premises.
I did wonder if the site for sore eyes had gone beyond acceptability or maybe it is just that political correctness has subliminally affected my outlook on things.
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We have all seen blackboard messages like this in many premises. I did wonder if the site for sore eyes had gone beyond acceptability or maybe it is just that political correctness has subliminally affected my outlook on things.
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Some time ago, I wrote about the Departments of Misery in Ballinascarthy.
Last week, I was west and noted that the script had been completed and the Departments remain.   At the start of last month, we headed out to Lahinch. The repairs after the storm damage were well advanced but not yet completed. We spotted this ‘Love Seat’ at the end of the promenade. The walkway along the edge of the golf course from here was closed so at full tide, this was the end of the road. There were some thoughts flying around my head:
 One would generally assume that most people and businesses know how to correct spell their occupation correctly.
But both cannot be correct. Chambers Dictionary does give the nod to the spelling spotted in Cork. It doesn’t like the Clare spelling.
Some years ago, when friends bought a new house, we would regularly purchase a tree as a house gift. On a few occasions, we would also have given a gift of a tree for a new arrival.
Neither image does an awful lot for me but they are both much more preferable to graffiti. 
 Can you remember the last hand-written letter that you posted to someone? Can you remember the last one that you received? I recently received a hand-written letter. I couldn’t remember the one before that that I might have received. I did very much appreciate the letter. It did make me think. Much of what arrives through our letter-box is unsolicited marketing or junk. The actual posted letters are substantially bills and the like. There have been many days when I have dreaded opening the door to see the post with the windowed-envelopes. Those days have not yet departed. Even Christmas and Birthday cards have become perfunctory – simple hello, happy whatever and name of sender. How many others have received the exact same from the same sender – except change Mary to Margaret or whatever. Modern technology for personal correspondence really does get to me. Texts are regularly sent to multiple recipients and you know that from the content. Both are of the “write-whatever, but write-fast “school of communication. I am totally against them as a means of personal and private communication – just think how many times you have received such a communication and your reading is different to what the sender intended. The handwritten letter does convey such a different message. The sender has had to take time out to write this letter. They were thinking of you for the entire time they were writing the letter. They did not have a backspace or delete option with a pen so they considered what they wrote. You, as the recipient, were important enough to the sender that they did spend that time for you. That is what I felt with the letter I received from Galway. The uplift from the letter was probably well beyond what the sender ever thought. I have decided to send one hand written letter a month – probably to a friend of old who I have not met in a while but who I consider important but haven’t made that clear by my infrequent meet-ups or calls – life having got in the way. If they reply, I will appreciate it greatly. Even if not, I hope that my letter will be appreciated. I suspect that I will feel better for the writing of the letter. It also increases the likelihood of my letterbox accepting something other than windowed envelopes and junk. So do your bit to lift the mood of your friends and relatives and to make you feel better – Write a Letter. UPDATE 2014.05.07 I have today finished reading Making Love – Tom Inglis. I recommend it highly – very inciting, honest and revealing. In being so open about his own relationship and life experience, it does encourage a review of one’s own. The author expresses the power of a letter so well. “I like the vulnerability and openness that comes with handwritten letters: emotions seem to shake the words out differently onto the page. It makes reading between the lines easier. You can see the tiredness and frailty of the hand. There is less room to hide, to edit and delete. Aileen’s letters were always something more than the words. They had a presence beyond the pages. They were tactile. I could hold them as if I was holding on to her. When she sprayed her perfume onto the pages, I could smell her. There was the pleasure of opening up a letter, feeling the pages between my fingers, knowing that for the next ten or fifteen minutes I was going to go on an emotional journey that would end in tears. I was in her presence again. I could feel her through her words. It was not always important that they made sense. Often the sentences were more like paintings, a kaleidoscope of words whose beauty had to felt and experienced as much as read and deciphered. 
Lower Market St., Ennis
 I spotted this gate in Ennis a while ago.
Some might contend that it is not street art but I would disagree. It transforms a plain metal gate into an item of fun. At first glance, it may be mistaken for graffiti. When the penny dropped that it was intended as a notepad and notes, the smile appeared. Anything that brings a smile is so very welcome.  Tig Slea Head - now closed and For Sale
 Maybe it is a factor of the imminent commencement of my fiftieth year but I do find myself reading blogs that challenge contemplation; listening to Lyric and BBC Radio4; and, considering thoughts and expressions like this.
It must be a reflection of age that reminiscences become more frequent. The internet does not reveal the author of this. It is over ten days since I came across this on the Slea Head drive but it has rambled around my brain since. I remember reading Brave New World shortly after leaving school. It did make this reader concerned and angry for the future. It definitely was a mood downer. I spotted it again in An Scéal Eile this weekend and had to purchase. The outlook will have to improve before I will dare to commence reading again. The Old World may be vanishing and the New World may not be an improvement but it is the one in which we must live so better get on with it…… |
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