Totally cocaine. Look at his pupils -- oh wait, you can't!
I hated that movie this guy was in when he was a tennis pro.
Alternate post title: I'm Looking At You II
Is that Keri Russell without her Felicity-do?
I think that this is very close to the horrible expression I often make when I'm in the audience for academic presentations.
Look at his pupils
That's what I was doing, but I thought cocaine dilated the pupils, and his don't actually look that dilated. But I have no expertise in this area.
Sorry, it's heroin that contracts the pupils, not cocaine. You're right. So: clue!
Must be all that period staring he's doing as Henry VIII on the BBC.
http://featuresblogs.chicagotribune.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/29/tudors.jpg
Method acting, innit.
It's possible the pupils are just reacting to multiple flashes. Light level is fairly low there relative to direct flash.
1: But there was probably lots of lighting for the video cameras. Red carpets aren't a good diagnostic venue.
soup biscuit, you are no fun. No fun at all.
10 is also probably a fairly good explanation.
I feel like Unfogged is has become an uncomfortable environment for irresponsible speculation about illicit drug use. You can all bite my rump as I do a complicated dance and deliver a backward kick.
That was an argument for why he's on cocaine, not heroin. I thought we all agreed he's on something. Maybe meth.
Maybe ayahuasca. Maybe datura. Maybe tarantula venom.
Oh, early '90s issues of Mondo 2000, how I miss you.
15- Go on. Bite it yourself. You know you want to.
20: Thanks to the drugs, I might just be flexible enough...
Actors can hold their cocaine, I'd think. He's just mugging for the camera in his own special way, the profile shot shows it pretty well. Is he trying to screw with the paparazzi? Or just to stand out in today's Britney-accustomed gossip environment? At the end of the day, I don't care. That's not what I read the gossip sites for.
I just love the woman in Shot 2 (is it Russell?) looking sweetly bemused by the press, completely ignoring the wild-eyed maniac on her arm.
Un-fucking-flappable.
Un-fucking-flappable.
Alternatively, unaware of anything that is not 1) her or 2) focused on her.
24 deserves some kind of honorable mention in the "misogynist comments on Unfogged" sweepstakes, surely.
Christ, I thought I'd clicked on Go Fug Yourself.
I really don't like JRM. Didn't like him in Bend it Like Beckham, wil never watch Match Point because I hated him on the posters, and can't bear him as Henry VIII (which C has had on occasionally). Ugh.
They're both actors and they're walking the red carpet! Obviously, they're both posing! Think of the terrible impromptu pictures other people have taken of you, then imagine walking the gauntlet of press photographers snapping away. You'd be wearing a frozen smile, too.
26: In fairness, you could say exactly the same thing about the man on her arm.
I did soup biscuit a disservice earlier, and 28 is of course true but I now prefer ayahuasca as an explanation.
26: Is sexism about actresses more or less sexist than ordinary sexism because actresses are like ordinary women, only more so?
I bet he's just bored and figured he'd freak the squares. Or possibly those eyes are fake, and he spent so much on them he just really gets a kick out of showing them off.
Threadjack! This I believe: no one here at the Mineshaft is living as awesome a life as Paul Watson.
If you're operating from the premise that all actors are self-involved twats anyway, is it misogynist, or just misanthropic?
Would it be irresponsible to mention DMT? It would be irresponsible not to.
30: actresses are like ordinary women, only more so better.
Therefore, sexism directed at rich women makes Hirshmanite feminists more uncomfortable.
Obviously I was offering an explanation for Russell qua performer, not qua woman, but for B it's all about the Matriarchy.
32 gets it right. Also, here we see that JRM is truly repulsed by the notion of touching a woman, a fact that was skilfully disguised in "Match Point" by the air of contempt that his character was always carrying around.
He should play a VAMPIRE in his next movie! Who gives you that look right before he SINKS HIS FANGS INTO YOUR NECK! That would be awesome!
Keri Russell is so beautiful (swoon)...
To echo a recent thread on Crooked Timber, surely this guy looks like this because he just saved some orphans from a fire and is in adrenaline shock. Your presumption that he is coked-up disgusts me.
Dude you are talking about my girlfriend Felicity there. Zomg I heart.
26: Good lord, woman. 24 wouldn't even make the Top 1000.
My first thought was "bad brow lift." He looks a little suspiciously tight up there.
Ayahuasca is DMT, plus something else. I thought Ayahuasca was pretty rare, and was hippy-proud for having actually done it. Is it somehow popular now, and, for christ's sake why?
41: she's excitable and prone to forgetfulness, apo.
43: kinda answered your own question there, hippie.
I thought DMT was an ingredient in ayahuasca, not the whole concoction. And it's all the rage among the Hollywood glitterati owing to its connection with New Age neo-shamanism*.
The brow lift theory is interesting, and perhaps compelling. But what would JRM need a brow lift for? Isn't that a battle-against-the-ravages-of-time sort of thing?
(* NB: may constitute irresponsible speculation or outright invention. Repeat at own risk.)
That's what I'm saying; he obviously didn't need a brow lift and got one anyway, perhaps because he's the sort of guy who gets those tiny genetically-induced horizontal forehead wrinkles. (I've got them, so I know how obvious they seem to one even when no one else sees them.) Anyhow, one look at that forehead and I thought "David Gest? Did you get the signature JRM lip-do?" On that note, it could be 40 shots of Botox to the skull. At any rate, something surgical has happened; otherwise, raising the brows like that would make the forehead wrinkle.
Note how low his brows usually are.
But he's not raising his brows, he's making googly-eyes.
Okay! My new theory: he's super super baked, and is worried that if he doesn't open his eyes reeeeeaaaally wide, he'll look all squinty and everybody'll realize he's a big stoner.
Is it somehow popular now, and, for christ's sake why?
I blame Benjamin Kunkel for everything.
In the two photos of him at the linked site with some swarthy lass, he looks even weirder.
It means all my drug-fuelled -centered speculation must go for nought, but I think AWB has cracked the case. The weirdness with his brows is giving the illusion of googly-eyes. Teh Drugz are therefore secondary, if they're even relevant, damn it all.
He looks like a hooligan.
And you know that because your ancestors grew up down the street from the Hooligans in County Clare?
The weirdness with his brows is giving the illusion of googly-eyes.
No no, AWB is wrong. He's not lifting his brows. I just took a picture of myself making googly-eyes and no brow lift is required.
An underrated aspect of this picture's weirdness is that he appears to be have a 5-o'clock shadow only on the moustache, with the rest of his face freshly shaven.
Minoxidil's a hell of a drug.
I just took a picture of myself making googly-eyes and no brow lift is required.
You really are committed to science.
Once again you betray your ignorance. It's County Limerick, which is 10 or 15 miles away.
What about eye-corner tightening surgery? Plus drugs?
I do believe that facial hair is an intentional style, Ned. Can't wait for the light-stubble mouse smuggler to become an international sensation.
It's County Limerick, which is 10 or 15 miles away.
Note the strategic ambiguity in comment 55 about who lives where.
Darn. I just ruined all the fun for myself.
I am concerned about the lividness of JRM's upper lip.
Rhys-Meyers is going to be in movies based on Mandrake the Magician AND Happy Hooligan?
Maybe someone is making dubious linguistic claims on the other side of the camera.
the light-stubble mouse smuggler
Visionary!
Yeah, okay, maybe not the brows, but there's some subtle structural alteration for sure.
45: Ayahuasca is DMT + MAOI. Those hollywood fucks are always stealing my ideas and making me look like a hippy. First I studied the Kabbalah when I was 14-15, and now this? They have zero shame.
I hope method-acting. He definitely needed to gain just a little weight and get a little crazier for the second season of Henry VIII, which I confess to watching umm religiously. The first season ended with several old farts dying and Annie insisting on coitus interruptus, final scene being the unhappy couple screaming with frustration in the deep forest.
Will Hank come? Suspense is killing me.
Fuck em all, I love Showtime.
Have you all seen David Gest recently?
Jonathan, however, looks coked up to me.
I blame Benjamin Kunkel for everything
Ayahuasca does not demystify commodity fetishism, AFAIK.
Ayahuasca does, however, "demystify" nice clothes.
Hank is fucking hot. Are we all drooling over Natalie Portman and Scarlett Johansson in a catfight over the portly Protestant? Will there be 1st nude scenes for both, or just boring literary stuff for the thousand days? Who will be the worse Henry, Rhys Davies or fucking Eric Chopper Bana?
And you know that because your ancestors grew up down the street from the Hooligans in County Clare?
I never should have told you about the manslaughter cases. But those people came from Tipperary.
One of my maternal ancestors came from Co. Clare. She was perfectly respectable and law-abiding.
My mother's parents and my three eldest aunts and uncles are from Co. Clare. Mostly law abiding, I think.
Incidentally, Elizabeth-Henry-Elizabeth-Henry-Henry the last time the Tudors were this hot was 1965-75. Could be a bad sign or good sign but I am sure it is a sign. We should discuss the parallels.
Thus spaketh Jeremiah.
Natalie Portman and Scarlet Johanssen are both atheists and members of the Atheists Hall of Fame.
Is she a member of the Atheists Hall of Fame?
I thought not. A papist, no?
She'd kick your ass, if that's what you're getting at.
Ayahuasca does, however, "demystify" nice clothes.
Which I believe occurs in the book. As well as hot, revelatory sex with strangers.
I'm small but cunning. Wouldn't be so sure, Gonerill.
I'm exactly 5 months older than JRM. Most Dubliners our age have a similar look. It's a combination of "how much does a house in Ballybrack cost now?" and "Irish developers own three-quarters of which major international city now?"
82: I'd place my bets on Gonerill's gran. I'm thinking smaller, but with more cunning.
In the official Canadian government records, my emigrant ancestors are variously designated "Roman Catholic," "Church of Rome," and "Papist." At the higher end of respectability: "Roman Catholic, Yeoman." At the other end of the spectrum: "Papist, Shantyman." No rhyme nor reason to this, it was really just a function of the relative anti-Catholicism of the record-taker (who was never RC/C of Rome/Papist, unless French-Canadian, of course, in which case, points for being catholique, but O'Hanlon gets recorded as Hohanlon).
I love the social history/social construction angle of information that now passes for neutral statistics.
I have no fucking idea who the dude in the picture is. Because I am enlightened. Also, subsisting on a diet of ayahuasca, Chiclets, and Tang.
85: Were'd they go from, I presume, Montreal? All of my ancestors were from the Maritimes, my father's family from New Brunswick on the St. Lawrence, my mother's from the Shelburne area at the farthest Southern tip of Nova Scotia. They never encountered the cities and their immigrants, nor the immigrants of logging camps and boomtowns, until my grandfather's time at the beginning of the last century.
86: I hear if you eat ayahuasca, Chiclets, and Tang at the same time you 'splode.
86: Until someone mentioned him by name, instead of writing "JRM", I had no idea who he was. Even then, if someone, outside of this thread, asked me what "Rhys-Meyers" referred to, I'd probably guess either an illness or a test for identifying replicants.
Keri Russell, I recognized.
I'd whip Gramma's ass in a minute. I'm really tough.
Jonathon Rhys Meyers and Keri Russel are starring in a new movie called August Rush that looks terrible. To quote a guy in our theater, I'd think it would be the worst movie of the year if we hadn't just seen it.
(Yes, that second movie is the WORST MOVIE OF THE YEAR. DO NOT believe the reviews. THEY ARE LYING TO YOU. Metacritic: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!)
Becks, given what is now known about your taste in movies, you realize you've just convinced a significant portion of the unfoggetards that they really have to see that (probably terrible) movie?
89: Until this post, I thought Jonathan Rhys Meyers was this guy.
Were'd they go from, I presume, Montreal?
Yeah, that's right. Mostly they landed at Montreal, and then made their way to Upper Canada (more specifically, the Ottawa Valley). One of my ancestors (from Bantry, Cork) first emigrated to America, and then moved up to Upper Canada to marry his step-cousin.
Some of them went up to Renfrew County (Killaloe and Brudenell), to work at the lumber camps, and maybe do a bit of farming.
When my dad was a little kid, maybe four or five years old, he went "up the line" to visit his cousins just outside Killaloe Station. He thinks he may have seen a cow in the kitchen of their (pre-hydro) house. "Did I really see that?" he asks me, "or did I just dream it?"
And once again, my history PhD proves inadequate to the full weight of the history behind that question.
93: yeah that always confuses me, too.
"Bad Dates," says the coked up mentalist.
I'd whip Gramma's ass in a minute. I'm really tough.
My gran is so tough, ice fishermen in Minnesota just have to shout her name and the walleyes fling themselves out of the lake in fear.
Wow, August Rush makes me want to die. It should also make pretty much any musician who ever, like, had to learn how to play and how to think about music want to die. "Music is all around us! All you have to do is listen!" Because, yup, that's why we're not conducting orchestras at 10, because we failed to listen. Stupid fucking Romantic bullshit.
I've never heard of the movie Becks has pronounced the worst movie of the year. Because I am enlightened. Also, possibly in a coma.
Huh. The only movie I have ever seen JRM in is Titus.
I've said before I was born in Deep River, and remember as a toddler going to Beamish's in Pembroke. First revolving door I ever saw. All my parent's friends had stories of encountering bears in town in the early years of the late forties.
I liked Before the Devil Knows You're Dead okay, despite some sort-of lame-ass moments and a pretty outdated aesthetic. Albert Finney was great.
I'm going to see my grandma in three days.
Do most Canadians not have cows in their kitchens even to this day? Isn't that the only way they can be protected both from the hungry bears and from the rutting moose?
I fear that I have been deceived yet one more time -- possibly by IA, possibly by Rush Limbaugh. I don't know which way to turn. Both seem so credible.
In the spirit of not reading Unfogged out of shame, so jumping right past the comments:
Jonathan Rhys Meyers? Never heard of him. I thought he looked vaguely like Joaquin Phoenix, in the top picture anyway. I have a soft spot for the Phoenixes.
I will look up this ayahuasca stuff later.
I just went to see my grandfather today. He is extremely old, and, now, in steep decline. I would not be surprised if I didn't see him again. For all that, we had fun. He likes my moustache.
I bet he'd kick Jonathan Rhys-Meyer's ass, too, only he'd do it with Jesus.
107: That's the best way to do it.
You guys are harsh, man. JRM was hot as fuck in Velvet Goldmine and, uh, other stuff. Genius? No, but really really hot? Yes!
I've never seen him in anything.
have a soft spot for the Phoenixes.
Just to shamelessly self-promote, I grew up near the Phoenixes and had a few mutual friends, although I didn't have any major interactions with any of the Phoenixes themselves.
Also I went to high school with All/ison Wag/ner.
Genius? No, but really really hot? Yes!
Better stay away from Ireland. Sulky-looking boys like him are everywhere. I did a good impression of one myself as an undegrad, though admittedly without the Scarlett Johansson connection.
I can't wait for River Phoenix's triumphant return. Some people think it's unlikely, but I know better. Kid's a Phoenix!
Better stay away from Ireland. Sulky-looking boys like him are everywhere.
Whatever can you mean by the positioning of these two sentences? They seem to make no sense together whatsoever.
I have your best interests at heart.
108: God, I love the erowid site. Every time someone reminds me of it, and then I go: Oh yeah. Fuckin' hippies.
116: You cannot possibly imagine where my best interests lie. Does it not involve beer and senseless shagging?
104: Why must you mock my people? We're a peace-loving people, for the most part,* and what's more, we know how to ice-fish.
Someday, maybe, you'll be sitting in that still, small room in Vancouver or somewhere similar, and your anti-Canuck commentary on unfogged may well come back to haunt you.
*Admittedly, a couple of my peeps were jailed by the Crown for a couple of years, on suspicion of sympathy, if not not active aid and abetting, toward the Fenian Brotherhood. But, you know, every family has its skeletons.
Also: one of my sisters is going to get you a bottle of screech. But this may take a couple of months, if you want the genuine article.
Yeah, but these are inextricably intertwined with the guilt, the sulking, and the senseless volume of potatoes.
I thought we all believed JRM to be gay. What price these quotes?
Emerson likes Jan Garbarek, right? I'm listening to Afric Pepperbird & it's really good.
120: You win; I'll pass. Seriously, guilt?
Seriously, guilt?
This is a very endearingly American sentiment.
First I studied the Kabbalah when I was 14-15
That shit is NOT ALLOWED.
Natalie Portman and Scarlet Johanssen are both atheists and members of the Atheists Hall of Fame.
I thought ScarJo was a Swedenborgian?
I also like that it comes as a surprise. Moody Irish lads are brooding... why?
S-Joh is a descendent of our first Ros/crucian President, Calvin Coolidge, and is therefore a Swedenborgian.
I vaguely remember reading or hearing about someone researching their family's history in early 20th century Ireland, and finding out that they not infrequently let livestock into their home when the weather outside was particularly bad.
127: studying the kabbalah before some age which I can't remember, but which is a damn sight higher than 15.
I also have read that this was common practice. And really, why not?
Jesus folks, Jonathan Rhys Myers was the Bowie clone in Velvet Goldmine. Who are you people? What is this place? What am I doing here?
I also like him in B. Monkey but I wouldn't recommend that to anyone save other fanatical Asia Argento fans. Just kidding
130: what if one is masonic, or exposed to Foucault's Pendulum as a callow goy?
finding out that they not infrequently let livestock into their home when the weather outside was particularly bad.
In Flann O'Brien's An Béal Bocht (The Poor Mouth, a parody of rural Irish autobiographies like the dreaded Peig) the protagonist's father lives in the pig pen while the pig lives in the house.
Afric Pepperbird is probably the best thing Garbarek ever did, but Dis, Places, and Eventyr (three albums) are great. Don Cherry's stuff from that time and place are good too.
The Phoenixes were probably intimidated by Heebie's aggressive and inappropriate resting. Phoenixes never rest.
Once I become a Canadian I will abjure my loathsome misrepresentations of the land of Diefenbaker and Frum.
and the senseless volume of potatoes.
Something I hadn't remembered in eons: I used to want to eat potatoes raw, when my mother was peeling spuds at the kitchen sink, and she would give me a piece or two of raw potato, well-salted, and then say, "No more today! or you'll get worms for certain."
Weird, eh? And sorry for the TMI.
I used to eat raw potatoes. Never thought to salt them. They were okay. Corn cobs were better.
[Sexist cow-fucking joke redacted].
136: No shit? The exact same exchange occurred throughout my childhood.
134 - Where does that fall in the O'Brienarchy? I loved The Third Policeman and appreciated-greatly-but-did-not-love At Swim-Two-Birds, but the Myles na gCopaleen stuff I've read veers between 25% hysterically funny and 75% bafflingly Irish.
I also was taught by my non-Irish (nay, Orangewoman) mother that raw potatoes were very unhealthy.
What on earth is the difference, snark?
Where does that fall in the O'Brienarchy? I loved The Third Policeman and appreciated-greatly-but-did-not-love At Swim-Two-Birds, but the Myles na gCopaleen stuff I've read veers between 25% hysterically funny and 75% bafflingly Irish.
It was originally written in Irish, and I haven't read the English version. It's a deadly satire of a genre of Irish writing (and a class of Irish revivalist and "language question" debater) which you've probably never read. So likely more on the bafflingly Irish side.
The Poor Mouth is the weirdest book ever. It can only be compared to Lu Hsun's "Story of Ah Q". Both are hilarious, depressing anti-nationalist nationalism.
Story of Ah Q
Now, really, John. I found you a left-handed screwdriver and I caught you a snipe in a gunny sack, but I don't believe in "Lu Hsun's 'Story of Ah Q'".
My personal O'Brienarchy, including only things I own:
1. At Swim-Two-Birds and The Third Policeman
3. The Poor Mouth
4. The Hard Life
5. The Various Lives of Keats and Chapman (mostly unread because I couldn't get into it. I'm pretty sure this was not written as O'Brien but perhaps rather as Myles or maybe even Brian O Nolan.)
I read The Poor Mouth on a long, exhausted plane trip to somewhere, rendering it even bafflinger, and all jumbled up in my memory.
That list isn't very good, actually, because I didn't like The Hard Life at all but found The Poor Mouth great, just not as great as @S2B or The Third Policeman, whose like will not be there again.
Like the bit where all the Authentic Irish enthusiasts come by town and show off their fancy Irish names, one of which is "The Dative Case".
If only there were some way for rfts to tell snarkout her opinion on the book in question.
142 - Champ is hysterically funny; colcannon is bafflingly Irish.
I know, if only.
But actually, I don't have an opinion! "All jumbled up" isn't an opinion so much as a state of affairs insufficient for forming an opinion.
Champ is outstandingly delicious, you mean.
Her opinions as posted to Unfogged gain a certain weight and critical relevance. I suspect that if someone were to read her comments to me from Unfogged, they'd be more compelling yet. Unfortunately, only a second redfoxtailshrub, inverting the other's work, would be able to exhume and revive those lost Troys.
one of which is "The Dative Case".
And as you might expect, in modern Irish there is basically no dative case. It's found in old Irish only.
I'm a huge fan of Lu Hsun. Some of his stories are here.
I relearned about the dative case just the other day, in the German context, having completely forgotten my Latin, then came across it tonight, as I was reading A Canticle for Liebowitz in a valorous attempt to defeat my unfogged addiction. What a useful thing!
I will abjure my loathsome misrepresentations of the land of Diefenbaker and Frum.
Diefenbaker I might be prepared to defend, on grounds of prairie populism, but Frum is scum, and Toronto-based at that.
Reading the novels of John Mcgahern gave me invaluable insight into the mental-moral universe of my grandfather (who signed my baptismal card, "To IA, From Da," as if he didn't even love me! but I know that he did, though he was always canny and cagey in his loyalties and affections). I don't mind admitting that All Will Be Well kept me up all night. His mother died of cancer when he was a little kid, and then so many years later, when he was about to die of cancer himself, he still felt her presence, and wrote of it in beautiful, but matter-of-fact prose that is remarkable for its lack of sentimentality. God.
The link in 32, as I have intermittently read it since, is fascinating, but that guy and his acolytes sure are philosophically muddled.
And as you might expect, in modern Irish there is basically no dative case
Hey Gonerill, maybe you know this. I have a vague memory from a long-ago (and mostly forgotten) Irish class that the construction "I'm after [verb]" reflects a specific tense or mood or, you know, some shit in Irish. I was trying to look it up the other day, but no luck. I'm not making this up, right?
Oops, forgot about the hour time difference. Apparently everyone was chastened by the 'get the fuck off the internet' post and left early.
I'm here, but all chastened and stuff.
Hey! You guys were hiding, chaste but unchastened. Anyway, I think I found the answer to the Irish question, but I'm not sure if it's past perfect or more specifically immediate past. Because I'm sure you were wondering.
some of us were hiding unchastened and unchaste, just busy.
As I recall the "I'm after" construction, it's an immediate past, and is notable for being one of the few clear examples of structural influence from Irish on Irish English. I haven't studied Irish, though, so I don't know any details of how it works.
studying the kabbalah before some age which I can't remember, but which is a damn sight higher than 15.
40 and married.
Did everyone seriously get chastened and leave?
non-Irish (nay, Orangewoman)
Orange(wo)men are technically Irish, much as Jews are technically white.
I'll take this thread to 1000 all by myself.
I'm tethered to the computer playing email chess, and, sucking at endgames as I do, will have to wait some time for my victory.
Yup.
The slow pace of epistolary chess combined with the wild thrills of the internet!
The cool kids probably use fics or something. But I'm not cool.
studying the kabbalah before some age
What's the objection here? It's not like I read the Sephir Zohar in the original Portuguese or whatever. I just went down to my local hippie bookstore and read.
Personally I prefer to play Go via semaphore.
The objection, foolishmortal, is that it's not allowed.
If you can think of a better way to play chess with someone hundreds of miles distant, teo, I'd like to hear it.
Phone chess is not a better way.
What's the objection here?
The Kabbalah is complex and potentially dangerous, and not to be studied by those who have not attained the proper state of wisdom and judgment.
It's not like I read the Sephir Zohar in the original Portuguese or whatever.
Aramaic.
I just went down to my local hippie bookstore and read.
You don't see why the guardians of Jewish tradition might not want to encourage this sort of thing?
Checkmate, y'all. Man did that take way too long.
I too am awake, trying to figure out if I could reasonably learn screen-printing during my Christmas break (but before Christmas).
Verdict so far: everyone is getting earnestly shitty presents this year!
If you can think of a better way to play chess with someone hundreds of miles distant, teo, I'd like to hear it.
There is a better way. We've been over this just recently.
Round-trip airfare between Philadelphia and Budapest is astonishingly cheap.
173:
Nah, Scotland is hoaching with Orangepersons, too.
I only want to hear it from teo.
188: Is it? I always thought it was an identity specific to Ulster. Perhaps I'm insufficiently aware of the historical background.
I only want to hear it from teo.
Suit yourself.
Fuck, why am I still up? See, this is what happens when you do things other than read Unfogged in the evening.
You end up staying up late to catch up, then you get swept up in it and keep refreshing even though it's the middle of the night and no one's commenting.
Okay, that's enough. Good night, everyone.
Good night, teo. To help you sleep: I'm pretty sure that Madonna isn't going to fuck up and create a golem.
re: 190
With respect to sectarianism, Scotland and Northern Ireland are essentially the same. Which is not really surprising, since Northern Irish Protestants were largely exported from Scotland to Ireland.
We had an Orange walk came round our street most Saturdays when I was a kid. Also, a fair number of the wee boys in the street got batons for Christmas or birthdays for practicing their baton twirling, etc. This was somewhat annoying as, while my immediate family are atheists, my Dad's whole family are Catholic; and Orange walks aren't exactly about showing solidarity with their catholic brothers and sisters.
Dammit, you guys, this post made JRM just famous enough to make him start self-destructing. This is on your head, like all those Iraqi deaths on O'Connor's.
197: So you're a Rangers fan then?
re: 199
Er, no. I used to live a couple of hundred meters from the Rangers ground, though. I defy anyone to do that for more than a few weeks and not start fantasizing about thermobaric bombs and airbursts.
I used to have to make sure I put on my one blue jumper whenever I went to the shop to buy milk on matchdays.
Hell, you can even find Orangemen in Liverpool; assuming for some strange reason you actually want them...
I got trapped by the big march one July in Glasgow. Had to wait about an hour before I could cross it.
There were Orange Lodges from Ghana and Namibia, among others. Old white-haired black guys in the full regalia -- white gloves, orange sash, the lot. That's a strange thing.
As I recall the "I'm after" construction, it's an immediate past, and is notable for being one of the few clear examples of structural influence from Irish on Irish English.
That's completely correct, Teo (I notice you generally are on this subject). It's a word-for-word translation from the Irish construction "Tá mé taréis (X)".
The list of makey-uppy names Ben cites in the Béal Bocht is funny because the Irish language revivalists largely did adopt high-falutin' pen names such as The Sword of Light and The Lamb of Ulster. There's a copy of a good article/chapter by Declan Kiberd here but watch for pop-ups -
http://dmtr.nm.ru/kiberd.htm
There were Orange Lodges from Ghana and Namibia, among others. Old white-haired black guys in the full regalia -- white gloves, orange sash, the lot.
I'd pay cash money to see that.
re: 204
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XaqZcw79rs&feature=related
Has video.
http://www.ulster-scots.co.uk/docs/orange/orangeghana.htm
This is also good.
http://www.orange-order.co.uk/chronicle/photo/galleries/Orange%20Diversity/mohawk2.jpg
173: The Orangepersons in my family are originals, from Holland. My grandfather grew up in Orange City, IA.
"I'm after [verb]" reflects a specific tense or mood or, you know, some shit in Irish.
Damn, it's been too long since I spoke any. I can't remember whether "i niaidh" (after) is used this way ... it's certainly true that Irish English has colloquial usage like "He's after breaking it" for "He has broken it," etc.
Yes, "i ndiaidh" can be used as well as "tar éis", both mean after. This is apparently the main form of the perfect in Irish, according to this
grammar page (written by a German).
There were Orange Lodges from Ghana and Namibia, among others. Old white-haired black guys in the full regalia -- white gloves, orange sash, the lot.
Jon Ronson has a very funny account of the Rev. Dr Ian Paisley visiting West Africa, in "Them: Adventures with Extremists". Paisley got on fairly well with Ronson, although he did get into the habit of referring to him as "The Jew".
I refer to him as Jon "most annoying Guardian column ever [which is really saying something]" Ronson.
He's a columnist? He appears on "This American Life" a lot.
I think he's a great writer although he definitely does not do a good job of convincing the reader that what he's writing is the truth. Similar to that other TAL correspondent, David Sedaris. Thus making me somewhat perplexed when reading his books.
He was writing a column for a while. In the Guardian's Saturday magazine. I've always quite liked his books and his TV stuff, and his longer interview driven pieces are often excellent too. But his column -- about life chez Ronson -- could have driven me to murder. He might have thought he was being endearingly self-deprecating, but it just made me want to kill him.
'Tar éis' is what I was thinking of. Go raibh maith agaibh, Irish folks.
JRM's mom apparently died recently.
Oh right, this thread is why I have that stupid song stuck in my head. I'd forgotten.
