Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2013/08/29
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]You had me chuckling with that account! Mitch Zeissler === Website: http://exploratorius.us/ On Aug 28, 2013, at 5:10 PM, Douglas Barry <imra at iol.ie> wrote: > > "Mitch Zeissler" <zeissler at mac.com> wrote >>>>>>>> >> I completely agree with you. We have summer interns that arrive every >> May and leave every August. This year I noticed that they hardly >> interacted when outside as a group; all of them were engrossed in their >> smart phones and no one was talking to one another or even watching where >> they were walking.? > <<<<<<< > > Interesting point Mitch, I took the train (Dart) into Dublin today from to > meet up with four guys I went to school with, and have lunch. Sitting on > the Dart engrossed in last weekend's FT Arts section (best coverage of > photography in the BI, I might add) with two people in front of me and > four in the similar seating across the passageway, I noticed how life has > changed. All were tapping, listening to, or flicking their mobile phones, > and none of them - even though one pair were together - were talking. > > Then, as we were nearing my stop, an overpowering smell of alcohol arrived > beside us, encasing a body covered in tattoos, and brandishing a biro and > a rumpled scrap of brown paper bag. "Ehh, can any of youse spell Clodagh? > Yis know - the girl's name? Clodagh? I need to get the bleedin' spelling > right. Clodagh? How do yiz spell that?" An awkward smirking silence ensued > as everybody made eye contact with each other and looked at the smell's > source. The slurred beseeching continued. "Clodagh? I jus', I jus' I can't > spell it right. How's it go?" > > More amused eye flicking followed several "I'm not sure"s, before someone > ignored their mother's advice "Don't ever, ever engage with drunken > strangers. Don't draw them on!!" and said C-L-O-D-A-G-H. "Kay, uhh, > C-L-O-D-A-G-H???" The pen wouldn't write on the crinkled brown paper, and > desperately the Smell started to write on the small bit of the back of his > hand that wasn't covered in tattoos. > > "How do yiz spell that again?" as he laboriously wrote C-L-O on the only > pristine bit of skin, "C-L-O?? What's next?" C-L-O-D-A-G-H that's D-A-G-H. > "Uhh" said the Smell, "D-A-H-G?" No, came in unison from the seats > "D-A-G-H!, C-L-O-D-A-G-H!!" He started to write again as I rose to get > off. As I hopped off the train and walked towards the stiles, I looked > back as saw the Smell staggering along the platform a good bit behind me. > > Walking down along the Liffey towards the restaurant (Chez Max - nice > French near Dame St), I spotted a sign which said "BLU TATTOO" with > variously decorated members of society lounging and lurching around the > doorway. I thought to myself that Clodagh better be worth it. When I got > to the restaurant, I casually asked my friends had any of them a daughter > called Clodagh :-) > > Of course, I had broken my own rule and left my camera behind..... > > Douglas > > > _______________________________________________ > Leica Users Group. > See http://leica-users.org/mailman/listinfo/lug for more information