I would blame my Mom. Yes. It is her fault, her fault entirely that now whenever I go to my trusty little MacBook I start looking at blogs. It began when she started blogging about Three Angel Missions Haiti, and through that I started reading others. It was then that the egg was planted. It sprouted and grew into a nagging thought that would follow me throughout the day.
"Hey, maybe I should give this blog crap a try."
So now I have. Feels pretty good so far, so I'm retracting my "blog crap" statement. Actually while I'm backtracking, I take back what I said about my trusty macbook... she failed me terribly. She crashed the night before I left to go study abroad in Ireland. Thank goodness Galway has a place that services macs.
That reminds me. I'm in Ireland. Have been for about two months and will remain here until April. I have quested out into the countryside to study Art at the Burren College of Art. I have found that cows, rain, wooly sweaters, Guinness, mossy rocks, abandoned houses, crusty old Irish men, crinkly soft old Irish women, swans, farm dogs, stone walls, Robert, Bulmers Hard Apple Cider, church bells, scandalous priests, banjos, pubs, and a tasty tasty bowl of traditional lamb Irish stew all serve as great fodder for the creative juices. I will post up some of the my work and discuss the Mr. A phenomenon in a separate entry. Otherwise I'll just keep rambling.
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