You can learn something new every day. Years ago, I learnt touch typing and sporadically honed what skill I have with Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing. I always vaguely assumed there was a real touch typing expert called Mavis Beacon behind it all – perhaps owner of a successful chain of secretarial colleges in New York State or some such .
However she isn’t, being created from whole cloth. This near 20-year old New York Times article discusses this phenomenon, including her significance as a female African-American role model.
Cahir has a number of memorials; previously I featured the memorial to Crimean Bob, “a veteran troophorse.” There is also the memorial to the Blind Piper, Edward Keating Hyland
In 2012 a Titanic memorial was unveiled in Cahir, commemorating four passengers who bought their tickets for the ill-fated passage in the town:
#Inktober continues and today’s prompt is “Tranquil”. Here is a selection of tweets with pictures on the theme:
— 🎃Saulol Sandoval🎃 (@Saulol_Sandoval) October 2, 2018
Day 2 of #inktober the prompt is tranquil. Nothing too deep about this one, I just like fish and water, they make me feel tranquil. Feels like I'm slowly remembering how to draw on paper again lol#inktober2018 pic.twitter.com/U8sClKflBf
— Wenqing Yan (@Yuumei_Art) October 2, 2018
— Frank (@FrnkThHmnBy) October 2, 2018
Day two for #inktober! The beach for me is always the best place to feel calm and peaceful. I also started to learn how to use color inks! I'm excited to see how this develops throughout the month, I hope you like it!#inktober2018 #ink #art #beach pic.twitter.com/hkB4QJFnpT
— Eri Arts And Animation (@arts_eri) October 2, 2018
I particular liked this meta-Inktober approach:
— Heckolas Nada 🦇🎃💀 (@nixnada) October 2, 2018
As demanded by absolutely no-one, here are all the posts I have done this month on species extinct in Ireland since the coming of humanity….
One of the most celebrated re-introductions of recent years has been the Golden Eagle. This has been one of three species – along with the Red Kite and the White-Tailed Sea Eagle – to be reintroduced by the Golden Eagle Trust along with the National Parks and Wildlife Service.
The Golden Eagle re-introduction in Glenveagh National Park has led to a fragile but present population there:
The small Golden Eagle population in County Donegal had a memorable breeding season in 2017, as three separate pairs fledged a single chick each. For the first time in a century, an Irish-bred Golden Eagle has bred successfully. The mother was born in Glenveagh and has paired with a Scottish – bred eagle, released as part of the reintroduction.
Golden Eagle pairs can now be found in the Derryveagh and Bluestack Mountains and the Glencolumbkille and Inishowen Peninsulas. Whilst this fragile population is still confined to County Donegal, the addition of three healthy juveniles to a small population total of 20-25 birds, is a very welcome boost.
On YouTube, the best video I could find under “Golden Eagle Donegal” was this:
Of course, in order to require re-introduction, the Golden Eagle first had to be exterminated.
The Golden Eagle became extinct in Ireland about 1910-1912, having been relatively common and widespread in the early 19th century (Hutchinson 1989 and DArcy 1999). Ussher and Warren wrote in 1900 that, “within the last fifty years gamekeepers and shepherds have so successfully employed gun, trap and poison, while the eggs and young have been so systematically taken, that this noble species has been nearly swept off the land”. (Whilde 1993).
Despite its prominence in human culture, religion and art, the Golden Eagle has suffered persecution at the hands of man; in Donegal, indeed, there have been many incidents of poisoning and the fragility of the population needs to be emphasised.
David Mamet’s reputation seems to have taken a bit of a nosedive in recent years. His “coming out” as an unapologetic free market conservative may have something to do with this. I have always had somewhat mixed feelings about what I have seen of Mamet – which in my case is exclusively cinematic, specifically Glengarry Glen Ross (of course) and State & Main. While both are interesting (no more damning phrase!), and Glengarry Glen Ross is highly powerful in its depiction of a certain kind of desperate male brutality, I must admit to finding both a little too mannered and stylised.
However, one of the things I like about Mamet is the sudden, rather unexpected touches. Indeed, his recent public political conservative leanings mark him out quite starkly from his peers. Aside from this, there always has seemed a strain rather counter to what we expect from “Mamet” the public figure, as opposed to Mamet the actual person.
YOU may not think of David Mamet, the prolific author of angrified and angrifying plays and films, as an insecure fellow. But there was a day not so long ago, he says, that in an agonizing fit of self-doubt, he sought out his wife, Rebecca Pidgeon, an actress and singer, and in a sort of desperate way, proclaimed his consuming love for her. What, he asked, could have persuaded her to marry him, save him from himself, miserable wretch that he obviously was?
“She looked at me,” Mr. Mamet says, shifting his mimicry from his own earnest pleading to his wife’s deadpan. “And she said, ‘Well, I don’t know, you seemed like a nice guy.’ ”
It’s a funny story for Mr. Mamet to tell on himself, a twinkly-eyed acknowledgment of his reputation as difficult, thorny and impatient. But then, you might not think of Mr. Mamet, a native Chicagoan, as a homebody either, or as a lover of quietude, isolation and coziness. And that’s what comes across here. The center of his universe is a lonely hilltop farmhouse that he shares with Ms. Pidgeon, his wife of three years, and their tiny daughter, Clara, who was born on Sept. 29.
Mamet’s prose is clear and limpid and one cannot accuse him of obfuscation. Recently I came across a Picador anthology, Worst Journeys from 1991. Edited by Keith Fraser, it has a Canadian tilt. It’s quite a mixed bag, but I enjoyed Mamet’s piece on a family holiday. And like the above NYT profile, it has passages that seem quite un-Mametlike, if all you know of Mamet is Glengarry Glen Ross:
I thought: we are an Urban people, and the Urban solution to most any problem is to do more: to find something new to eat in order to lose weight; to add a sound in order to relax to upgrade your living arrangements in order to be comfortable, to buy more, to eat more, to do more business. Here, on the island, we had nothing to do. Everything had been taken away but the purely natural.
We got tired as the sun went down, and active when it rose; we were treated to the rhythm of the surf all day; the heat and salt renewed our bodies.
We found that rather than achieving peace by the addition of a new idea (quality time, marital togetherness, responsibility), we naturally removed the noise and distractions of a too-busy life, and so had no need of a new idea. We found that a more basic idea sufficed: the unity of the family.
It seems a little churlish to point out that family whose unity Mamet is extolling is in fact a prior one to the NY Times profile above – and in any case the point about the modern drive to do more and more, even turning doing less into doing more, still stands.