The Field's Blog
Random musings on Irish-American life, culture
and everything in-between.




Happy Bloomsday

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

HAPPY BLOOMSDAY

One hundred and five years ago, June 16, 1904 is the day Leopold Bloom roamed the back streets of Dublin in James Joyce's weaving narrative of the everyday, "Ulysses". Today is Bloomsday, the 105th anniversary of the events of the novel. All over the world Joyce fans will gather to celebrate the extraordinary tale of an ordinary day. There will be Bloomsday theatre, Bloomsday reenactments, Bloomsday walks, Bloomsday breakfasts and many a Gorgonzola sandwich with Burgandy wine at the legendary Davy Byrne's on Duke Street, off Grafton Street.

If you're feeling more than a little bit lost with all of this Irish literary talk, you'd not be alone. Many an accomplished reader has thumbed the pages of "Ulysses" (726 in the revised paperback) to never quite make it to the end. The novel was banned for 12 years in the US (and Britain) in 1921 for obscenity and it's many of these lewd sections of the book that makes it as famous and talked about today as it was fifty years ago. In fact, one quite rare signed original copy just sold for a staggering $442,900, the highest price ever paid for a 20th century first edition. "The book is unopened and unread, except for the famous last chapter which contains all the naughty bits," said Pom Harrington who arranged the sale.

Finally, for anyone who thinks they may contract ADHD by attempting to read "Ulysses", help is at hand thanks to Tim Collins, author of the upcoming "Little Book of Twitter". Collins summarizes and tweets the abbreviated masterworks so concisely, you now can read "Ulysses" in less time than it takes to pick up and put down a South Florida newspaper. Here is his Tweet on "Ulysses":

Ulysses: Man walks around Dublin. We follow every minute detail of his day. He's probably overtweeting.

Get more from Tim at twitter.com/survivalguide.

Now nothing could summon the literary dead like the Joycean masterpiece being 'Tweeted' down to 140 characters. Sorry James.



TOP BEER DRINKING NATIONS

Thursday, May 28, 2009

What nation drinks the most beer?

Take a guess. I'll bet your wrong. The Irish in me would like to say Ireland since we just can't seem to get enough of this great stuff and we're not too bad at making it either. The Czechs take the trophy however guzzling almost twice as much suds as their American cousins! That's right - what we all thought to be the giant beer-drinking nation of the free world turns out to be a lowly 13th in international rankings. Disappointing for a nation with 35 million people (12%) claiming Irish ancestry. Suffice to say us Paddy's are carrying all the teetotalers. I mean 13th?! It's almost as embarrassing as the Irish being 2nd!

To leave you with a quote from our finest Irish-American leader:
"Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country."
John F. Kennedy

If Johno saw these numbers I am sure he would have finished this with "Drink more beer!". And not even Ted could argue with that.

TOP 20 BEER DRINKING NATIONS
(litres/per capita/ per year)

20. Portugal 59.6

19. Canada 68.3

18. Poland 69.1

17. Hungary 75.3

16. New Zealand 77

15. Netherlands 79

14. Croatia 81.2

13. United States 81.6

12. Spain 83.8

11. Slovakia 84.1

10. Luxembourg 84.4

9. Finland 85

8. Denmark 89.9

7. Belgium 93

6. United Kingdom 99

5. Austria 108.3

4. Australia 109.9

3. Germany 115.8

2. Ireland 131.1

1. Czech Republic 156.9






TWISTING YOUR TOASTS

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Making toasts in foreign languages can be scary and humiliating all at the same time. What could be worse than looking an odd shade of green with a raised glass, a captive crowd and a loud "SLANTY!"?
Make sure you're not a plastic paddy with our easy-to-use guide to Irish toasts:

May your fire be as warm as the weather is cold.

Health, and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The partner of your heart to you
and when you die, may your bones rest in Ireland!

As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.

May you get all your wishes but one,
So you always have something to strive for.

May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

Here's to your coffin...
May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow.

May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.

May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.

An old Irish recipe for longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the bar thirsty.

May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.

May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.

May you be in heaven one half hour before the devil knows you're dead.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,
The insight to know where you are,
and the foresight to know when you've gone too far.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May God bring good health to your enemies enemies

May you never make an enemy
When you could make a friend–
Unless you meet a fox among your chickens.



If all of this just seems too much to remember after forgetting your designated driver's name, you can always depend on the toast to health, "SLAINTE!" - pronounced SLAWN-CHA!

So toast like a pro and without fear.




POLITICS & RELIGION

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Any of you who have spent more than a few pints in a great pub know the rules. "NO POLITICS OR RELIGION". We agree. Life's too short to come to an agreement on either. And besides, who really cares? Well we didn't until we found out that our newly inaugurated president was in fact more Irish than Corned Beef and Cabbage. Surprised? So were we because we are familiar with the old saying:

"God invented whiskey so the Irish would never rule the world".

Now the Irish really do rule the world (well, the free world at least). I guess President Obama steers clear of the "uisce beatha", pronounced ish-ka ba-ha, or "water of life".

Don't believe us? Take a look at this.