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[zeissler at mac.com (Mitch Zeissler)]

You had me chuckling with that account!

Mitch Zeissler
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   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
> 
> 
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