Back to London

Dublin was great. Good friends, good places, got in some cricket-watching at TCD, stopped by Devitts (briefly, but did it at least—missed the session) and even got the bus down to UCD for the day. For FoWA, actually. Which was pretty great. I’ve gotta go over the pages of notes I took on the talks …

The Short of It

FoWA conference was great. Good speakers, but the audience was kinda dead. After, party with friends here, tempered by cigarettes. I managed as best I could, but now my clothes smell smoky. Urk.

Ireland

I am here. Flying in, I felt my spirits lighten. It just feels plain better here. I can’t really account for it. I don’t think I want or need to, though. I got in, a spring in my step despite Ryanair being the awful thing it is, and went straight to the center of town. …