I’m not always the most prolific Tweeter, but in honor of St. Patrick’s Day this year — when there is so much bad content being published about Ireland — I suddenly had a flurry of things to say in 140 characters.
These were some of my favorites:
The Irish don’t eat corned beef, and they certainly don’t eat it piled on top of a burger.
Something Irish to warm the heart.. http://www.thejournal.ie/temple-street-hospital-bod-video-1350071-Mar2014/ (You must watch this short video on patients in an Irish children’s hospital praising one of their heroes.)
Favorite Irish-isms: Jaysus. Eejit. Skanger. Sound. Settler. Your man. The state of ya. Howaya. Soft day. Session. Bollocks. Knackered.
Found out recently, I’m marrying into the family that owns the country pub featured in The Guard. Don Cheadle is apparently, a real gent.
The most Irish thing I’ve ever written. http://www.worldhum.com/features/travel-stories/hands-like-shovels-20131231/
That final Tweet linked to a World Hum story called “Hands Like Shovels”. It is not only the story of an Irish funeral, of about how funeral traditions differ in different places (and about what our burial rituals say about life) — but it is also about the impact of landscape, of how falling in love with a place is about more than the people and food but borders on the unknown, on something that you can’t precisely put your finger on, but you can feel.