The Top 9 Reasons not to Write a Top 10


Maybe you already know this…

(In no particular order of preference)

  • How much do you really know about something?
    In fairness, as much as an expert you may be, you hardly know everything about one thing. In fact anyone who claims to do this doesn’t really suit my take on anything. But even if you do suggest that you do know everything about anything, do yourself a favour, exclude the word ‘definitive’ and any of its synonyms.
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Seoul Ceili: Irish Dance and Music Festival 2011


So, some harmless self promotion here on my behalf!

If you have any questions please leave a comment for me and I’ll reply asap.

For the second year in a row the Irish Association of Korea’s will host a céilí in Seoul. This September’s event will take place on September 25th in the new D Cube Center at Sindorim Station (Line 1 & 2). The event will be both a showcase for traditional Irish dance and music and for a chance for the general public to try out some Irish dancing.

A céilí is a large group dance that originated in Ireland. The name céilí originates from the Irish word le chéile, which means together. It is this togetherness which typifies every céilí dance. Dancers form into pairs or groups of four and dance together with other groups. The music itself is usually not fast and participants can enjoy a relaxed, friendly and sociable occasion awaiting them.

A fun family day out is promised. The dancing is suitable for all ages and all levels of enthusiasm. The steps are easy and don’t require any level of expertise to learn, and even if you are worried about missing a ‘2’ in your ‘1,2,3’ step, don’t worry as there will be plenty of volunteers on hand to help and guide you through.

There is no need to feel intimidated if you are expecting something similar to the famous Broadway extravaganza, Riverdance. While there will be some demonstrations of Irish dancing with more than its fair share of high kicks and athletic skipping, céilí dancing is a much simpler variant of Irish dance.

This September’s céilí promises to be a special event and will include two groups playing traditional Irish music. One group, Bard, is comprised of Korean musicians and have had considerable success playing in competitions in Ireland. The second group, Banú, is made up of musicians from Ireland, Korea, the United States, and Canada. As well as this, there will be displays by two Korean Irish dance troupes.

The music and dancing will start at 1pm and will continue until 5pm. To get to this event take the subway to Sindorim Station (line 1 & 2) and leave by exit 1 or 2. The event will be held in the large theatre space in front of the D Cube Center. Please follow the signs from exits of the subway station, and if in doubt listen out for the music.

 

This event is kindly supported by The Irish Embassy and Daesung Corporation.

The Irish Association of Korea is a registered not-for-profit organisation in Korea – www.iak.co.kr

Globalisation


— “Ah yes, Ireland”

— “Ah yes, I know Ireland”

as he passed me the blue plastic bag holding my boiled pig’s feet, raw garlic, and fresh lettuce.

— “Yes, near to England”.

— “Oh, yes I know it’s not in the UK. I know all about the relationship between Ireland and England”

and I gave him my Mastercard.

— “Do, you know how I know all about Ireland’s relationship with England?”

— “I watch many movies”

and then I left for home to eat my Sunday dinner.

Boiled pig's feet

Why the Revolution Will Not Be Tweeted.


This article from the New Yorker which I just finished reading is somewhat related to an article I wrote previously about Facebook and the Neil Postman book Amusing Ourselves to Death. Basically, this looks further into the disconnection that a tool like Facebook can cause. In this case it is related to social activism and the ‘friends’ and the networks we are involved with on Facebook. I’ll allow the article to speak for itself:

Small Change

Why the revolution will not be tweeted.

by Malcolm Gladwell October 4, 2010

At four-thirty in the afternoon on Monday, February 1, 1960, four college students sat down at the lunch counter at the Woolworth’s in downtown Greensboro, North Carolina. They were freshmen at North Carolina A. & T., a black college a mile or so away.

“I’d like a cup of coffee, please,” one of the four, Ezell Blair, said to the waitress.

“We don’t serve Negroes here,” she replied.

The Woolworth’s lunch counter was a long L-shaped bar that could seat sixty-six people, with a standup snack bar at one end. The seats were for whites. The snack bar was for blacks. Another employee, a black woman who worked at the steam table, approached the students and tried to warn them away. “You’re acting stupid, ignorant!” she said. They didn’t move. Around five-thirty, the front doors to the store were locked. The four still didn’t move. Finally, they left by a side door. Outside, a small crowd had gathered, including a photographer from the Greensboro Record. “I’ll be back tomorrow with A. & T. College,” one of the students said.

 

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Amused but not dead, yet.


Neil Postman is famous in certain circles for his bites at modern culture, and in particular the media. Possibly his most famous book is Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business. I recently finished this book after it was recommended to me by a friend, but before this I was kept reminded of a certain need to read it:  

  

Orwell -v- Huxley as explained by Neil Postman

 

Postman, who died in 2003, published Amusing Ourselves to Death in 1985 the same year the Ronald Regan, a former actor becomes the president of the United States (remember Doc Brown in Back to the Future “Then tell me, “Future Boy”, who’s President in the United States in 1985? … Ronald Reagan? The actor? Then who’s VICE-President? Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady!”), and celebrity power pulled together in its greatest show of force to raise funds for starving famine victims in Ethiopia in the famous event, LiveAid. Yes, these were the eighties and a time I remember mostly picking my nose and running around in fields for most of the summer, that is of course after I learned how to walk.

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