Category: Culture


Shamrocks!

These past couple weeks have been insanely busy, and though I haven’t had the time or energy to really sit and think through a blog entry, I’ve spent the few minutes I have had here and there reading up on one of my favorite Irish icons:  Leprechauns!!  Haha, just kiddin.  I love leprechauns just as much as the next person obsessed with Ireland, but with St Patrick’s Day coming up, I’ve had shamrocks on the brain.

White Clover

As it turns out, shamrocks have quite an interesting story.  There is not one single definite type of shamrock, it seems most any type of clover could be considered a shamrock.  According to my favorite online user run dictionary, Wikipedia, ”The name shamrock is derived from Irish seamróg, which is the diminutive version of the Irish word for clover (seamair).”  I like it!

 

Black Medick

It is believed that the Druids of Ireland honored shamrocks as a sacred plant because they have 3 leaves, and 3 was considered a sacred number.  This leads into the most told story of the shamrock which says that St Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity (Father, Son, Holy Spirit) to the pagans to convert them to Christianity.  There is quite a bit of lore between St Patrick and shamrocks, but I won’t get into that now.

 

Back to shamrocks.  Shamrocks really seemed to became synonymous with Ireland during the Irish rising against the English crown in the 1770′s.

The shamrock took on further significance during the Irish rebellion of 1798. As a sign of solidarity and hope against the oppressive British rule, brave Irish would pin shamrocks to their clothing. The shamrock symbol was so expressive of Ireland’s rebellious nature and lust for liberty that Britain’s Queen Victoria declared that any person discovered wearing a shamrock would be put to death by hanging.

Thanks, random informative website.  :)  During that period of time, bearing a shamrock became known as The Wearing of the Green.

 

Red Clover

Something I also found interesting about shamrocks is that snakes don’t live where shamrocks are.  You can see how that ties in to the legend of St Patrick driving out the snakes.  But that’s not just in Ireland, that’s anywhere in the world:  shamrocks + snakes = 0.  Or something like that.  Not only that, but apparently shamrocks are a good cure for a snake bite.  I’m still looking for concrete evidence on that one, but shamrocks do seem to have a lot of medicinal properties.

 

At this point, you may have noticed a few photos of clover commonly referred to as shamrocks.  I think they’re all beautiful, I honestly do, but I have to say my favorite by far is:

 

 

Common Wood Sorrel

Ahh, doesn’t it just look like Ireland??  Enchanting and magical; fitting for the Emerald Isle that we all know and love.  Now go gather your shamrocks and get your green on!  Only 2 days until St Patrick’s day!  :)

Often in my obsession with Ireland I find some really neat things.  I made one such discovery last week while looking at the annual events page for Harp and Fiddle – an Irish pub in Pittsburgh.  I found that every year there is an event called The Great Guinness Toast, and I just happened to discover it about a week or so before, which meant I could participate.  How fortunate!!

Obviously I had to learn more.  As it turns out, this marvelous celebration of Irish beer and friendship began in 1993 in my very own city of Pittsburgh – by the good people at the Harp and Fiddle Irish pub no less!!

 

The Great Guinness Toast is an annual event held every year on the third Friday in February – also lovingly known as St Practice Day.  It’s is an attempt at setting a world record for the largest simultaneous toast, and every year it has consistently broken it’s own record.  So every year The Great Guinness Toast sets the world record for the largest simultaneous toast, which is then recorded in…….you guessed it!  The Guinness Book of World Records!!  Gotta love that!!  In fact, according to Wikipedia:

In 2001 and as captured in the Guinness Book of World Records, over 300,000 adults, age 21 and older, raised their pint glasses of Guinness. The Great Guinness Toast will be held in more than 60 cities across the U.S.

So of course, the logical plan of action for me was to get as many of my friends involved in this as possible.  And since my friends are total enablers of my Ireland obsession, they all went with me to Finnigan’s Wake and we all participated in the Great Guinness Toast together.

 

<<<That’s me and my 2 best enablers.  We love Guinness!!  :)

 

I especially enjoyed my Guinness.  I can’t normally drink beer of any kind due to a gluten intolerance, but I wasn’t going to miss out on this, so I took one for the team.  Bodily sacrifice for the sake of Guinness and Ireland and world records and friends and just plain fun. :) I must say, since I haven’t had a Guinness in so long, the experience was extra special for me.  And it was certainly worth the misery that I knew would ensue the next day.

There are good ships,
and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.

I’ll raise my glass of Guinness to that.  Cheers!!  :)

Not a Specific Fiasco

I love new music.  Honestly, it’s a vice.  I have so many bands on my ipod that I haven’t had the chance to listen to, and yet I can’t seem to get enough new music.  Sometimes, though, there’s a band that I can’t get out of my head, and I’ll listen to them on repeat until I know all the words.  One of the more recent bands that caught me is straight outta the Emerald Isle:  General Fiasco.

This 3-piece band hails from Magherafelt, Northern Ireland.  They’re upbeat, passionate, and are just really fun to listen to.  And I’m not the only one to think so.  General Fiasco is being featured right now on mtvU’s Pick This Week’s Best Freshmen Video, which I think is pretty impressive.  So everyone should go and vote for them.  I’m all about anything positive coming from Northern Ireland, and you should be too.  :)  The video up for mtvU is Ever So Shy.  MTVU says:

The bright video is a wonderful contrast to the feelings expressed in the song; the frustration of youth and being stuck in one spot. The video is really able to express the exuberance of venting, of making an attempt to bust free.

I like that description.  Ya just gotta love these guys.  They’re adorable plus you can hear their awesome accent which is ALWAYS a plus for my homesickforBelfast heart.  ;)  I have to say, though, my favorite song on the album is Sinking Ships.  It’s different from the rest of the songs, a bit more of an epic feel.  Plus it conjures up warm fuzzy memories for me.  :)

And now here’s Sinking Ships – acoustic style – for your listening enjoyment.  Ear candy!  I hope you like it as much as I do.  Remember to go and VOTE – these guys definitely deserve it!!

PS – You should probably follow these guys on Twitter:  @generalfiascouk  :)

Strongbow whaaaaat?!

Today I had the pleasure of hanging out with the bestie, and where better to go than an Irish pub?  :)  So we headed for Claddagh at South Side Works, and I have to say, it was pretty nice!  They had Guinness on tap, real Irish food on the menu, and even had a shirt from Supermac’s on the wall.  If you don’t know what Supermac’s is, it’s like Ireland’s McDonald’s (though they have McD’s too), only it’s slightly more edible.  Fan-tastic!

Since I can’t have Guinness (utterly tragic!!) or most other beers, I was looking at the ciders and I noticed one I hadn’t recognized - Strongbow.

Interesting because as it happens I’m at the point in The Princes of Ireland where it’s telling about Strongbow.   What are the odds??  :)

Strongbow was a Norman warrior from England who was recruited to help the deprived King of Leinster (that’s in Ireland) gain back his kingdom.  Enter Strongbow’s men, including a cavalry and a whole load of Welsh archers.

 

Sidenote:  You might be thinking to yourself “Archers are from Wales?  Hmm…well, archers are elves and elves are beautiful…therefore the Welsh must be beautiful.”  At least that’s what I thought.

 

Exhibits A and B:

 

<<<Beautiful elf?  Yup.

Beautiful archer?  Totally. >>>

 

 

 

And just to drive home the point, I thought of a Welshman that’s not technically an elf – or an archer for that matter, but is still beautiful.

Exhibit C:

Tom Jones.  A step beyond beautiful – pure sex bomb.  Totally diggin that leisure suit.  Hel-lo!

ANYWAY, is it getting warm in here and what was I talking about?!  ;)  Oh yes, Strongbow and his beautiful Welsh elvish army helped to recapture Leinster, and ultimately begin the English power in Ireland.

I think it’s pretty safe to say that most of Ireland is still a bit bitter about the whole ‘being taken over by the English’ thing, so my question is…why in the world are they drinking an English cider named after the man that played such a pivotal role in getting the English into power in Ireland?!  Just sayin.  Thoughts, anyone?

Weeeeeell if nothing else, there’s always the beautiful people of Wales to cheer us up, and cheer us up they do indeed!!  Thanks, Tom Jones.  <3  Better turn on your fan before you push play.  ;)

Brian Boru

The last great High King of Ireland.

I’ve been reading The Princes of Ireland by Edward Rutherfurd.  It’s a historical fiction that takes you through the ages of Ireland.  So far I’m really enjoying it.  What’s not to love about Celts, Druids, and Vikings?!  :)

Anyway, I just read about Brian Boru, and I found his bit in the book so interesting, that I had to learn more about him.   This is an exact depiction of him:

Well, some artistic liberties may have been taken here, but I like it, so I’m just gonna go with it.  ;)

I watched some videos on youtube and read up on wikipedia and some other sites, and Brian Boru began to really come to life.

He was a son of the King of the Munster region, but because he was the youngest of 12, he was sent to school at a monastery.  When he was 10 his father was killed by Vikings, and thus began BB’s lifelong quest against these Norsemen.

Long story short, Brian learned how to fight, became king of Munster after his brother’s death, and did something no other High King ever did – he united all the small states and kingdoms of Ireland under one ruler.  There was a lot of bloodshed, to be sure, but once he became king, Ireland enjoyed a decade of relative prosperity.  Brian Boru was a very good king.  Unfortunately, when BB was in his 80′s, the Norsmen rose up against him again.  Though BB’s men won the epic Battle of Clontarf, one of his sons was killed and so was Brian Boru.  After his death, nobody was able to keep the tribes and clans of Ireland united under one kingdom, thus the united Ireland died with the last great High King, Brian Boru.

What I also found interesting is that BB’s brother, Ulf the Quarrelsome (shown here exactly as he was last seen), who was apparently also a bloodthirsty badass warrior, avenged Brian Boru’s death by finding the guy that killed BB, cutting his belly open, and tying him to a tree with his own intestines.  Wicked!

I can’t seem to get enough of this Brian Boru right now.  I found a historical fiction novel called Lion of Ireland that I would LOVE to read, but I’ve got about 10 books in my queue right now (including some James Joyce of course), plus I’m broke.  So if anybody out there has read it, let me know what you thought of it!

Well, here’s to Brian Boru: the warrior, the High King, the legend.  Enjoy!  :)

Epiphany

James Joyce.   What a classy Irish lad.

I’ll never forget reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in my senior year AP English class.  That being said, all I actually remember of the book is the insane stream of consciousness and some sort of epiphany over seeing the word ‘fetus’ carved into a desk.  It’s still actually a running joke between my best friend – who was in my class – and myself.

Now, if you don’t know who James Joyce is, I’ll let Wikipedia tell you.  Basically  he’s a very famous modern Irish writer.  He’s a very interesting fellow though, so read up. Knowledge is power!

Anyway, though I don’t remember much about the book, something about JJ always stuck with me.  In fact, I still remember the very first time I visited Ireland like it was yesterday.

It was the summer of 2000, right after I graduated high school, and Portrait of the bla bla was still fresh in my mind.  I remember exchanging my money in Dublin for Irish punts (this was before the Euro), and finding, to my surprise, the face of this JJ on the £10 note (I still have one!).  I also saw that there was a James Joyce Centre, a statue, a museum, etc.  It seemed everywhere I turned, there was he was.  Ireland loves this dude, and I cannot wrap my head around why – I mean, fetus?  Really?!

So anyway, over the years I’ve softened my stance on JJ from “how could anybody possibly enjoy this crap” to “Wellll…I was in high school and probably just didn’t care enough.”

Since then, I’ve always thought I’d like to give James Joyce another chance. After all, if Ireland loves him so much, he must be worth a second glance.  So tonight I dutifully read about him on wikipedia, skimmed through the spark notes of the book (sparknotes.com may have prevented this whole fiasco 10 years ago!), searched him in google images (I can’t help it, I’m a visual person!), and after all of that, I’ve finally figured out why after all these years I just couldn’t get past this guy.  An epiphany!!

James Joyce…….

 

 

…IS A PIRATE!!!…….

 

 

 

…but with class.  :)

 

 

 

 

So the mystery is solved, but I still think I’m gonna give this classy pirate another go.  I’ve already downloaded  A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and The Dubliners on my Kindle app.  If you’ve never read James Joyce, you should give him a chance too.  And he really did have a patch for his eye condition.  It made for some neat writings too.  Told ya he was interesting.  Read up!  Remember..knowledge is power [and knowing is half the battle]!  ;)

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