Saw a new Irish movie this afternoon called The Guard about a cynical small-town cop in Ireland dealing with an international drug ring. Don Cheadle plays the American FBI agent who is constantly offended by Brendan Gleeson's character. Our professor said he took an American friend to the movie and she was appalled by some of the humor. It is appalling, but it also got the audience laughing.
I’ve never been to a movie by myself, but this way I wasn’t embarrassing anyone by writing down the best (most offensive) quotes in the dark. They’re as accurate as writing in the dark can allow. Forget I’m a journalist for a second. Here they are.
“I’m Irish. Racism is part of my culture.”
"Now lads, not in front of the American."
"Fuck off to America with your appropriate Barack Obama."
“‘Good to go.’ Americanisms.”
"Got a little Fungie from the Dingle, did ya?" (This was a joke only the Irish would get and anyone who has visited the town of Dingle in County Kerry where there is a famous dolphin named Fungie. This was a joke about STDs. Haha!)
"Did you grow up in the projects?" Gleeson to Cheadle
"I thought black people couldn’t ski, or is that swimming?" Gleeson to Cheadle
"You know what Americans are like with their fucking ideals."
"You (Americans) are always writing books about your experiences."
That last one hit home. Three more days in Ireland!
We went out in Dingle tonight, a small town on the western-most peninsula of Ireland. The Irish boys here knew a bunch of American songs including Smash Mouth’s “All Star.” We sang the entire song together (among others) then went to another pub together.
It was a good night. Tomorrow, we head home to Dublin but not before shopping for a bit and exploring the town. More photos and video soon.
Heading to County Kerry at 6 a.m. Friday (in about five hours our time). Can’t wait to see all that GREEN everyone is talking about. Expect lots of photos and video of the rural country side after our three-day trip.
Our group saw another play tonight and on the walk back from the pubs, I snagged meself a souvenir: An empty Guinness glass with the logo off the sidewalk! I want to thank the drunkard who smuggled it and forgot.
We just finished our second week of classes and next will be the third and final week of our first workshop. We switch to another professor for the second three weeks. Time is flying, and there’s still so much to see.
Just finished my first day of class and allllll the homework that came with it.
We had a writing workshop this morning and a speaker in the afternoon. I bought two of Siobhan Campbell’s poetry collections for just 5 euros each, and she signed them to me saying “Good luck with your writing.” I think it helped today.
We also met with the director of the program as an entire group to kick things off. For the rest of the time, we’ll be split into two writing workshops.
We had two reading assignments and four writing assignments for our first day. It helps being a journalist. I’m used to sticking to deadlines and cranking out work. I’m proud to say this is quality stuff, too. I’ll post the short story in three weeks when we go over it. I’ll post the poem Wednesday after we go over it in class.
I have yet to take my camera out in the city. I tried today but realized the battery was about to die. I think that’s a sign that I’m to take it all in before I decide what’s worthy of posting. I promise not to bore you with the sites you can Google on your own. I’m also hoping for good video this week with Bloomsday and the gay pride festivities. Cheers!
…and I’m tired! I promise a comprehensive blog post Sunday. For now, know that this writing program is going to be INTENSE. And I’m happy for that. I can’t wait to be a better writer in six weeks.
I share swanky apartment nestled on a cute, tree-lined street with three other girls. We’re learning how to use Irish water heaters and outlets and staggering showers throughout the day to make sure nobody gets a cold one. All of our Macs work. All of our families know we’re here. Our boyfriends are waiting for us to meet that Irish lad, and our dogs miss us dearly.
Tomorrow, we have a 10-hour orientation followed by a massive (FREE) dinner with all IES students sure to be followed by endless rounds of Guinness. On Saturday, we have a walking tour of the city. Sunday is our first free day. Classes start Monday. Bedtime is in 19 minutes.
On Sunday, Ben and I left for Boston where he’ll intern for the summer at The Globe. We’ve stopped in Columbus, New Haven, CT, and New York City. I wore bad shoes in NYC. My blisters are out of control.
Tomorrow we complete the last leg of our journey by reaching Boston late afternoon. A week from Thursday I’ll be youknowwhere.
And here’s a listing of events going on during the Bloomsday celebrations that first weekend. I’ll be sure to wear good shoes then.
I say “adios” to everyone except for Ben tomorrow. That’s when the two of us start a weeklong roadtrip to Boston. I fly out to Dublin from the Boston airport June 8.
Pretty scary. Not the goodbye thing. That’s only temporary. I guess I’m most scared of packing. I have to cram my life into a 50-pound bag then live out of it for about eight weeks. Can’t wait to land and find out what I’ve forgotten…
Suspended my car insurance starting June 1 and told the bank not to cancel my debit card while I’m spending in a foreign country. That means I’ve accomplished two of about 300 things I need to do in the next two weeks. Progress.