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Not a book exactly, but this thread:


Makes for some fabulous comedy.

I may even include a few comments in the novel I'm working on.

It's fucking hilarious the way you sad fuckers who 'never read anything on the shitsite' all read absolutely everything on 'the shitsite' and are even more up to date with things than I am, and I'm the busiest poster on the Isle anyway? Heh! So we laid a little trap for you - or rather - our in-house super-sleuth laid the trap. And like the fucking imbeciles you are, you walked straight into it and then fell hook, line, and sinker into it! The whole lot of you!

Oh, how I laugh!

No wonder Finland's so fucking happy: it all emanates from deep inside me where the laughter never ends.
 
Have been self-learning maths for a while now, starting with Algebra I and basic Geometry books. Now on trig and Algebra II with an eye on pre-Calculus.

Am finding maths enjoyable, I just wish it wasn't taught so poorly in Irish schools. Most maths teachers in Ireland seem to hate the subject, begrudgingly teaching it / staying one step ahead of the student.
 
My own math teacher gave me a lifelong gift: a detestation of math and of teachers with massive insecurity problems.

But on a positive note: I did get to clatter the miserable cunt around the head in the corridor outside the exam hall for my Leaving Cert.

Then he had my younger brother to deal with: and he had even more fun slapping the cunt around than I did.

Maths is of fuck all use to me: I'm an artist, a creative soul.

Adding up numbers and subtracting them from others ain't my business, never will be - but I wish you well in your studies.
 
One of my favourite authors is Frank McDonald, a voice in the wilderness back in the 70s / 80s.



Dev and his gang of cronies had it out for Dublin's Georgian architecture from day 1. In later decades there was even talk of flattening the entirety of Temple Bar, replacing it with an ugly-as-sin giant bus terminal.

Absolutely: I asked the staff at DIAK (the academic library of Finland) if they had a copy of that very book, which they didn't, but said they'd add it to their list of books to acquire and would contact me when they had it. Nothing yet, but it reminded me I haven't been in to check their current shelf materials out.

As for the bus terminal era, I was among the protestors who carried a coffin through Temple Bar into which various people placed records, books, paintings, all sorts of things, all added in the name of the death of Irish arts and culture and utter dismay at Haughey's plans. Back then, pretty much every building had some sort of art being produced by local Irish artists and musicians. We all helped each other out: I sat for artists like Sean Fingleton (not the banker guy) and a few others and in return they let me set up in their studios to work through the nights - all for free.

There was a collective/entrepreneurial vibe about everything we had going on, and the parties were always fucking mental.

The Hirschfield Centre (also the gay/LGBQRST clique HQ) had really mad parties on the weekends - after they booted the Hare Krishna freaks out.

That was a Dublin of a different era.

Now it's a soulless dump.
 
It's been out of print for a few decades, even copies on Amazon are crazy expensive and / or difficult to get a hold of.

Modern architecture in Ireland is also pure cringe in comparison to other European countries. It'd make you think some third rate "architect" with connections to the local FF councillor got the job in return for a former favour - as opposed to someone who actually knew what they were doing. The example photos below of Dublin vs. Helsinki says it all.




 
That's Oodi - the new Helsinki central library: not just books, but a variety of studios: some for music, for art, for anything you want really. It's also a wonderful hangout spot, people watching, spotting the hotties, cafes and food stalls. It's right behind central station, so right at the heart of the city. A stone's throw from Kiasma, the newish museum of modern art. Also nearby is the new concert hall and the hundred year old opera house (who put on lunchtime shows for the not so rich to gain access - it's tax-payer funded after all) and the Sanamatalo Media HQ, which is kind of like the Pompidou Centre in Paris (inside out).

On the upper side of the curved wooden rooftop is a wonderful upper gallery, half of which is outdoor and the views are awesome. That's Sanomatalo on the right of the main doors into Oodi. I've had a few showings of paintings there with a national collective of artists run by the ex-wife.

If you were to draw a circle with a one kilometer diameter with Oodi at the centre, then you're swamped in architectural wonders and some of Finland's best restaurants all within a walk-able distance of each other. In summer it's heaving, but in winter it's pure Nordic heaven. I don't visit even half as often as I should, it's only twenty minutes away by tram.
 
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