Every Picture Tells A Story: Shamrock Hurling Club in Waterford, 1915

This photograph of the Shamrock Hurling Club, Waterford Co. Champions, 1915-16: was commissioned by Mr. Murph of, Ferrybank. The 1916 Waterford County Senior Hurling Championship was played in October and resulted in a draw, so Ferrybank Shamrocks (as they were known) played the Young Irelands again on Sunday, 26 November 1916. The Shamrocks won byContinue reading “Every Picture Tells A Story: Shamrock Hurling Club in Waterford, 1915”

Every Picture Tells A Story: A 19th Century Selfie in Greenland

In this photograph from the late 19th or early 20th Century, a mysterious chap by the name of Th. N Krabbe poses for a long exposure selfie as the wind whistles over the Tasiusaq-bay in Greenland. Thanks to the National Museum of Denmark. Found here

Music Review: Onuka are Ukrainian Future Garage Dynamite

From what I can gather (by way of Google), Onuka aren’t really very well known yet in the Western World. Yet this #FutureHouse #Trap #FutureGarage duo from the Ukraine should be better known because they are quite frankly awesome. In the same glimmering stand alone way that Bjork, Jamie XX or Lorde are truly remarkableContinue reading “Music Review: Onuka are Ukrainian Future Garage Dynamite”

Every Picture Tells A Story: Nest Of The Lemon-Breasted Flycatcher

Shot by Archibald James Campbell(1853-1929) now a treasure of the National Library of Australia. Beautiful, delicate, a treasure frozen in history that I found here.

Signs Of The Times in The Simpsons

Everyone’s favourite yellow-bodied people in The Simpsons inhabit a world of biting satire and strange congruences to our 3D world. J.J. Jones is the creator of the underground Tumblr blog Signs of Springfield. He has collected stills of billboards and signs in Simpsons episodes and posted these onto his Tumblr blog. These blink-and-you’ll-miss-it signs revealContinue reading “Signs Of The Times in The Simpsons”

Book of Hours: Po Chü-i at Compline

At night, in my dream, I stoutly climbed the mountain. Going out alone with my staff of holly-wood. A thousand crags, a thousand valleys – In my dream journey none were unexplored And all the while my feet never grew tired And my step was as strong as in my younger days. Can it beContinue reading “Book of Hours: Po Chü-i at Compline”