Sorry for the late notice, and not being able to get this on the schedule tab. I’ll email it too. Let’s meet at the Writers Center at 10 a.m. If we have another room with the technology (or can just use my laptop), I’d like to have each of us show a multimedia news feature […]

Nationality gives the individual a sense of something greater than themselves, be it for good or ill. Friday night I met an man wized by many years and was spun many a tale. This man identified as an irish nationalist, very proud of his country and certain that the North would soon rejoin the South. […]

I’m enjoying Dublin so far, but my view got off to a rough start. Lack of sleep can make the beginning of anyone’s day a bit rough. In my less than perfect (read: groggy) mindset walking around for several hours probably wasn’t the first thing I wanted to do. As I was given time to […]

How does your nationality define your identity?   Merriam Webster says nationality is: “na·tion·al·i·ty  noun \ˌna-shə-ˈna-lə-tē, ˌnash-ˈna-\ : a group of people who share the same history, traditions, and language, and who usually live together in a particular country” and with that in mind I would say that nationality does not define my identity. Alternatively, I think nationality […]

These images scream out loud with a focused intensity. These images whisper confusedly. These images speak to my experience in the capital city.   Extra thoughts will be posted here: www.modatruh.tumblr.com  

Libby and I enjoyed a privileged easygoing tour of a few inner sanctums of Trinity College (founded 1592 with the mission of opposing Irish popery), guided by a physics professor emeritus with a key, a Catholic gent from the north coast of Ulster named Ignatius McGovern. Iggy had an office adjoining the only Irishman to win […]

Dublin. A music city at last. Yesterday while walking around I was battered on all sides by a myriad of musical styles,  culinary delights, history and theatre. A sensory explosion that left me wanting for more. Let us see what today brings.

8:5something A.M Location: Armagh Music: Drops of Jupiter, strange pre-Beatles music, other misc. tunes from across the decades… Transportation: Bus/Van/We didn’t have to pay for it. Can I call it a Vus?   Weather: Somewhat gloomy.   *hours later*       ENTER ARMAGH STAGE RIGHT. When I awoke from a disco nap, I was greeted […]

After having a reading of the play Shadow of a Gunman by Sean O’Casey, I felt more visually immersed in the world of said play. Reading it aloud better exemplified the tempo and the energy that the play emits; O’Casey tactfully set the action in an enclosed space so that the characters could parallel the tense/dangerous situations. […]

After pulling into Dublin this morning it was clearly night and day from the lovely city of Armagh that I have spent the last week in. While Armagh is petite and peaceful, the capital of Ireland is bustling with people to meet and places to see. After less than a day, I have already been given […]