Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Weinsteining is everywhere
Monday, October 30, 2017
Thatcher is icon for AfD
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Defence minister's courage
The Phoenix Hospital
Saturday, October 28, 2017
The war against Pope Francis within the church
Friday, October 27, 2017
New bus and rail fares
Is Irish Rail's chairman agreeing with NBRU boss?
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Playing golf
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Terence MacSwiney
First day of new Bundestag
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Storytelling on the catwalk
Monday, October 23, 2017
To weinstein/the weinstein
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Lies and more lies
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Comrade tram passenger
Below is today's ' An Irishman's Diary' by Irish Times journalist Frank McNally.
It's a lovely piece, informative too.
Still three weeks to go until the centenary of the Russian Revolution, commemorations of which will be interesting. But in the meantime I see that John Reed, the man who so famously reported it, was born on this date in 1887. So to mark his 130th birthday, I’m reopening the case of a small literary mystery that has long baffled me, namely this: When he wrote Ten Days that Shook the World, which 10 days did he have in mind?
Yes, it’s one of the great titles, worthy of a classic. It’s also much catchier than most of the text, and must have contributed greatly to the work’s success.
But I have read both the book, which covers a period of about two months, and the timeline of events that accompanies it.
And I’m at a loss to identify any 10-day period therein, or even a nine or 11-day one, that explains the number.
As for the world-shaking bit, that would be true, eventually. At the time, though, the events barely shook Petrograd.
Much of Reed’s book is about people having meetings: occasionally dramatic, if only for their epic nature, as when he describes sessions of the Petrograd Soviet that had “delegates falling down asleep on the floor and rising again to take part on the debate [...] speaking six, eight, twelve hours a day.”
Like many foreign reporters in trouble zones, he had to cover much of what he thought was going on from his hotel room, studying local newspapers and other clues. But he wasn’t missing much.
Even on the actual night of the revolution – November 7th in the western calendar – Petrograd was resolutely unshaken.
As AJP Taylor wrote in an introduction: “Most people [...] did not even know that a revolution was taking place. The trams were running, the fashionable restaurants were crowded, the theatres were crowded and Chaliapin was singing at the Opera. The Red Guards kept away from the smart quarter or walked modestly in the gutter.”
Then came the takeover of the Winter Palace in the early hours of the 8th.
This is usually described as a “storming”. But Ophelia it wasn’t.
Taylor again: “Red Guards filtered in through the kitchen entrance and took over the palace without a struggle. At 2.25am [one of the Bolshevik leaders] broke into the room where the provisional government was still sitting and shouted: ‘In the name of the Military Revolutionary Committee I declare you all under arrest’. Such was the end of old Russia.”
Not being witness to such key moments, Reed often had to make do with first-hand reportage of what people in the streets were saying. But that provides some of the best detail in the book. Reflecting the disquiet of the local bourgeoisie, for example, a friend’s daughter is described as coming home “in hysterics” one day after a tram conductor addressed her as “comrade”.
Workers in general were getting uppity: “The waiters and hotel servants were organised and refused tips. On the walls of restaurants they put up signs which read ‘No tips taken here’ or “Just because a man has to make his living waiting on table is no reason to insult him by offering a tip’.”
Maybe the title of his book was suggested by the frenzy in which it was written.
Astonishingly, that took little more than 10 days and must have shook the author, if no-one else.
It was a year later, in New York. The writing had been delayed by confiscation of his papers.
But when he finally got them back, he locked himself away like a hermit.
One morning in late 1918, his friend Max Eastman met him on the street, “unshaven, greasy-skinned, a stark sleepless half-crazy look on his slightly potato-like face”.
Eastman afterwards recalled his explanation: “I’m writing the Russian Revolution in a book. I’ve got all the placards and papers up there in a little room, and I’m working all day and night. I haven’t shut my eyes in thirty-six hours. I’ll finish the whole thing in two weeks. And I’ve got a name for it too – Ten Days That Shook the World. Goodbye, I’ve gotta go get some coffee. Don’t for God’s sake tell anyone where I am.”
Reed lived long enough to see it published and a success, but only just. Three years after the revolution, back in Russia, he contracted typhus and died, not quite 33.
His end was probably hastened by a lack of medicines caused by the allied blockade.
But he was given a hero’s burial in the necropolis in front of the Kremlin Wall – one of few westerners granted that distinction.
Death penalty inadmissable
Friday, October 20, 2017
Barack Obama back talking
Bullies among the clergy
Thursday, October 19, 2017
RTE's past participle
Clinton on partnership
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Germans say no to Missal
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
John H Newman believed in an inclusive church
The Englishman has links with Ireland in that he was the brains behind the Catholic University of Ireland, which later morphed into University College Dublin.
He was born in 1801 into an English Anglican family, taught at Oxford and ordained an Anglican priest in 1825.
In 1845 he converted to Catholicism, ordained a Catholic priest in 1847 and later made a cardinal by Pope Leo XIII in 1879.
Reading up a little about Newman last week I discovered that he was a strong believer in the laity having a far greater say in the life of the church. Indeed, he was not just referring to practical matters but he also felt that on issues of dogma laypeople had a role to play.
Monday, October 16, 2017
Trains running or not?
But compliments to all the services that helped ameliorate the damage of Ophelia.
On Channel 4's 7.00 News RTE's Ciaran Mullooly said that the authorities " took 80,000 out of the city [Galway] today". Did he really say that? It seems he did. Maybe he meant took them off the streets.
World Food Day
Sunday, October 15, 2017
An Ireland of inequality
Saturday, October 14, 2017
The promise of hope
Friday, October 13, 2017
Vladimir Putin's Russia
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Dealing in billions
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Steinmeier at San Clemente
Ireland wastes one million tonnes of food every year
Tesco is promising in its adverts that by 2020 'no good food will go to waste in Tesco Ireland stores'.
On Tuesday of the week before last there was a sentence in the Gospel reading at Mass which read:
It set me thinking about the amount of food we waste. The statistics are shocking. So it was great to see those Tesco ads.
In Ireland every year we throw out one million tonnes of good food. It means that every household wastes €700 worth of food on an annual basis.
It's worth noting that one in eight people in Ireland experiences food poverty.
Across the European Union 100 million tonnes of food is binned.
While we in the developed world waste obscene quantities of food, of the seven billion people on the planet, one billion have not got enough to eat. It sounds crazy and it is crazy.
These figures are simply shocking and scandalous. What are we doing about it? What am I doing about it?
While it is great to see the supermarkets being concerned about food waste it seems there is some ambiguity about how they market their produce.
How often do we see advertising campaigns offering buy-one-get one-free or buy €X amount of groceries and you get a 'free-gift'. It's as if the supermarkets ignite a behaviour in us that wants us to fill our fridges and shelves and really they're not too worried what we do with it.
Of course they want to make profits for their companies/shareholders. Still, supermarkets need to be more responsible in their marketing and how they go about selling their produce.
Have you ever noticed how supermarkets design their stores in such a way that so much of the 'rubbish food' is displayed in the most strategic areas?
Do you know how much food you waste? When did you last bin food because it was gone bad?
We should be wasting nothing. Imagine the hullabaloo that would emerge if every household was ordered to pay euro-for-euro for the food they waste? There would be national outcry. Yet these same households quietly and easily bin €700 worth of food on an annual basis. And even pay to bin it.
Monday, October 9, 2017
GDR national anthem
A personal encounter
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Three Dominicans
New Luas line
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Ignored and disrespected by those elected to lead
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Liam Cosgrave
He had a great sense of humour. On one occasion after the financial crisis and politicians were in the doghouse after shaking his hand he suggested I go and straightaway wash it.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Finbar Kelly OP, RIP
The other Irish Dominicans with Finbar in Oxford were Leonard Boyle, Austin Flannery and Fergal O'Connor.
At the time of his death he was assigned to the Dominican community at the Black Abbey in Kilkenny where he had lived and worked for 27 years.
Theresa May's bracelet
Steinmeier talks about new walls appearing in Germany
Twenty-seven years ago the former German Democratic Republic joined the Federal Republic of Germany.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Our fragility is scary
We can easily think we are masters of our lives. What a silly thought. Our lives hang by a thread.
Earlier this month a friend recounted how he had come across a motorbike accident. He arrived on the scene shortly after it had happened and saw the dead man on the ground with his leg sheared off.
It was a horrific experience for him. As he spoke to me I was aghast with the event. It forcibly brought home to me our fragility. And yet we can easily distance ourselves from such horror, thinking that it could never happen to us. I was close to being that man.
Monday September 25 was a fabulous day in Dublin. The perfect Indian summer type of day.
Full tide in Dublin was at 14.15 so I decided to head for a swim at Seapoint. I hadn’t been on my motorbike for some time so decided to don the gear and bike it to the sea.
Getting there by motorbike makes it so easy, no traffic jams and then when you arrive you can park the bike right beside the water.
Okay, that initial getting into the water requires a moment of bravery/madness but once in, honestly the water was balmy. It was a perfect September day for a swim. Indeed, my father always believed that September was the best month to swim in the sea as the water still has the heat of the summer in it. There’s something in that.
Back into the motorbike gear and heading home. I was a little nervous as the bike had done some ‘spluttering’ on the way out and I had to be home for an appointment later in the day.
It would take me about 20 minutes to get home. I’m no Evil Knievel so with the bike sounding a bit dodgy all I wanted was to get home. Perish the thought of the bike breaking down in the middle of the road.
On the way home I pushed the visor on the helmet up over my head.
At a busy junction the lights turned to green and I pulled off, which meant accelerating and just as I did the visor fell back down on to my face. It slipped in such a way that the perspex part was not flush with my eyes so I was left completely blinded.
I had to stop the bike immediately, not having a clue if there was a car right behind me and no idea where I was on the road. It was an unbelievable moment of horror and for a second or two I was sure I was a ‘gonner’.
I later saw there was a car right behind me and luckily she or he was driving carefully and slowly.
Even now, a week later thinking about it, I am scared. I was incredibly lucky – unlike the unfortunate man whom my friend saw.
In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed for ever. It’s as if we hang on by a thread, and most of the time never realising it.
Monday, October 2, 2017
Bishop apologises
Berlin's Opera House reopens on Wednesday
The renovation this time, which took four years longer than planned, cost €400 million.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
More Labour voters in UK
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