Sessioning
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Wednesday session
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Tuesday session
]]>(Tá sé ag cur sneachta anois—go bog—i mBrighton)
]]>His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
— James Joyce, The Dead
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I may have found my people.
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Monday session
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Playing tunes in a kitchen on a Saturday night.
]]>]]>The past is a foreign country that we should impose tariffs on.
New year’s day session.
]]>It’s surreal to see my name on this list:
]]>2026: The Year The Bubble Bursts
]]>Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh, a cairde!
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More mandolins
]]>Reading Daughters of Sparta by Claire Heywood.
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Found myself unexpectedly with a day to spend in Phoenix, so I went to the excellent Musical Instruments Museum and ogled the mandolins.
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Good night!
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Painting heaven and hell
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On the road in Arizona.
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Nollaig shona daoibh go léir, a chairde!
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