I'VE PUT A TWO-CYCLE audio clip on my timeline because we have walked away from the pastures of Knocklofty to rent a smaller home eight miles away in town. Even though I would spend up to three hours behind the mower (and burn through seven euro of petrol with its leaky tank), I miss the vigorous therapy that came with push mowing.
WHEN MY IRISH in-laws were toddlers, the rumbling sound of Boeing B-17 bombers roared overhead Sand Cottage, a very quiet self-catering bungalow just outside Kilkeel in Northern Ireland.
WITH OUR SCHOOL BOOK LIST in hand, we're headed on a cross-country journey to O'Mahony's of Limerick to begin stocking our shelves for the upcoming school year. It's always a memorable journey.
This year, we're taking a cab to town then a bus across county lines. Mia has tapped a school book list into the communal iPhone. I'm blogging this short piece to remind me about a title on O'Mahony's shelves that I plan to use in the Media Writing module for the autumn semester.
We planned this little 50 mile journey a few days ago, rehearsing the departure times with four year old Dylan and eight year old Mia. Both of them got up an hour earlier than normal and counted down the minutes for the taxi's arrival. I wish there was a way to ensure the same sort of time-keeping rolled over into the normal school year.
+++ Bernie Goldbach has watched the school year unfold in the States, in Germany and in Ireland.
IT'S HALLMARK TIME again because Father's Day is here and as I watch our lovely 8yo create a unique Father's Day card, I can hear a question my dad often asked his five sons. "What are you going to do with that?"
Dad (pictured at age 22 a few months before he met my mom for the first time) rarely challenged what his offspring did. But he did want to encourage us to consider our actions. He was more observer than judge and I will never forget his style. I'm trying to emulate his considerate approach in my own life now, stepping back from an often critical perspective that I apply to everyday interactions.
MY COUNTDOWN+ CALENDAR tells me I have 1300 days until my last day of work as a full-time lecturer in Ireland's third level system. Because of that very real event horizon, I have started a transition checklist that I consult every hundred days of this countdown sequence and this blog post automatically published to remind me to check my progress.
The lovely thing about embargo publishing systems is I don't have to worry about publishing any long form content today since I wrote this material two months ago while watching 8yo Mia create a blog post. My hope is that she will continue exploring ways to create and share stories of what it's like growing up in Ireland. I wish I had stored those social experiences so I could compare my pre-teen years to hers.
Photo by @topgold on Flickr.
CHRISTMAS DELIVERED tech items to our Tipperary household and while I throttled back on my key strokes, Mia (8) found total immersion with Nintendo DS (see photo).
Snapped by @topgold with Xperia.
I WANTED TO ESCAPE the echo chamber of social media so I started reading more away from the computer. I also needed to plan better slide decks for new academic modules so that motivation pushed me towards printed texts too.
I'M TRYING to get another year's service from a well-used Surface Pro 2 on loan from Microsoft and the major challenge will be to get its charger working again. This isn't as easy as it sounds.
I WAS SADDENED to hear of the sudden death of Pat O'Connor, father of Evelyn O'Connor who has helped our Youth Media Team in many creative ways. May Pat rest in peace.
An online death notice cites the deep regret of "his loving wife Patricia, sons David and Cormac, daughters Deirdre, Evelyn and Sarah, grandchildren, sons-in-law, daughters-in-law, sisters Anne, Bridie and Mary, brother John and extended family, neighbours and friends". Pat O'Connor died on Monday, February 16, 2015.
The funeral Mass was at 11am Thursday, 19 February in St Patrick's Church, Ballyhaunis, County Mayo (in the photo by Gabrielle Lyons).
Donations if desired to CROÍ c/o Gavin’s Undertakers, Knox Street, Ballyhaunis, Co. Mayo.
I buried my mother a month ago in a funeral attended by several Irish-Americans. Two close family friends are O'Connors but not directly related to Pat O'Connor's family. Death is affecting people I know every week of 2015. I believe that a person who departs from this earth never truly leaves. I certainly feel that way about my mother because she is still alive in the hearts and minds of her five sons. And I'm certain that the memory of Pat O'Connor will not be forgotten as well.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the entire O'Connor family at this sad time.
After landing with Capt Goldbach.
I BECAME the senior pilot creative multimedia lecturer in the Limerick School of art & Design during the 28 Days of Writing because I needed a clear and distinct job title. Many of my colleagues append their names with initials but I believe I can lead with a distinct title instead.
The title is a call to action. It's something I've been considering while reading educators who are using February for 28 days of writing simultaneously as I was engrossed in the annual #FeBOOary audio challenge. My call to action concerns flying back into the cockpit by generating revenue that will help offset the cost of flying a small aircraft around Ireland.