MY 2019 started without a hangover because I stayed clear of alcohol during the previous three days. Instead, I was self-medicating against a cold by infusing mass quantities of things like lychees from Martin's Fruit & Veg in Clonmel. The first day of the year also arrived with a nagging text from my broadband provider because I'm 125 euro behind in my monthly payment. I used the money for Christmas presents instead this year.
IT IS A QUIET (and frosty) October Bank Holiday in Ireland and we're getting ready for the Clonmel Zombie Walk by painting a few props, carving a few pumpkins, and double-checking the batteries in Mia's fat suit costume.
During this quiet time, I noticed a few people landing on my blog and then reading pieces I wrote more than a decade ago when we lived in Kilkenny.  I wondered what other sorts of things I might have written during the same quiet periods throughout the past decade.
I WORK WITH a wide range of creative students on three campuses of the Limerick Institute of Technology. This year, I'm taking a page out of my 1998 notebooks as we share techniques about making rich media content that shows up in less than two seconds on mobile phone screens.
WHILE PAGING THROUGH several dozen creative media journals at the end of the autumn semester of 2017, I discovered several unfamiliar logos woven into some very memorable content. And I recorded a half hour of ideas that were sparked by student work.
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.
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.