Hararya Max Fredrick Hanna?

Congratulations to the Hanna family this morning; For unto you is born, this day, in the city of George Best International a son, who is (Max)imillion Fredrick Hanna!

Caddy rain

I was up at the caddy road house today in the thunderstorm.

I recorded a short audioboo about this experience.

Check that out here

And so we'll have to watch you from afar. . .

Farewell shiny Sarah (for a few months).

Ok, we'll just have to decorate without you!

Enjoy Oz, come home safe and well :)

I made FIRE!

Took Cosmin and Sorina to see the bonfires last night. Don't think they were too excited until they saw th size of the soon to be burnt offerings!

This morning Jo and I went round to Cosmon and Sorina's for breakfast, then on to church.

It is Cosmin's birthday so knowing his love for movies we got him a collection of Hitchcock classics. Not sure he was thrilled due a bad experience of 'the birds' as a kid!

Sorina seemed chuffed, maybe we should swap and get Cosmin something for Sorina's birthday

The rest of today has been spent at the house we are to move into. Philip did some electrical work, jo filled in some cracks and I started to take out the kitchen. I have broken up the sink unit and packed it up in the shed.

Now for some food!

It's the 11th of July. . . .

It's the day that all the good prods have a little too much harp and play industrial dance music themed for kicking the pope. Oh joy.

Jo and I will take cosmin and sorina around the fires tonight to let them see the joys and horrors.

Listening to the into the wild soundtrack, entirely featuring pearl jam's eddie vedder. A good listen.

Who even HAS a blog these days?

Lets face it, facebook is the new blogging. I'M kinda sad about that. I think we got more out of blogs.

I'm going to do my best to keep this going as a diary. I need to write down things that are longer than a tweet or a status update sometimes.

Tonight I'm heading with Jo to Lavery's for Shiny's leaving do. I'm listening to Bob Harris on radio 2. I've started to download his shows. They are played on saturday nights, 11pm to 2am. They are the best 3 hours of radio anywhere.

Jo and I are doing up a house near Randalstown. Uncle al is renting it to us. If we like it we might buy it.

Much wallpaper stripping.

How to make a headline more interesting...

With 2 words you can make a reasonable headline very exciting indeed.

First, here is the original:

Next with a slight addition:
Click here for the real BBC story.

Currently listening to:
Track: Dissident
Artist: Pearl Jam
Album: vs

Good Apps...

Over the last week I've found some handy things:

ZATOO - watch live terrestrial TV, legally, for free.

SPOTIFY - free music player, good quality tracks, all legal.

Both services require sign up, but they are guilt free!

Available for MAC and PC.

MMMMMMM, tastes like legal.

M

Currently listening to:
"Flume"
Bon Iver
Foe Emma, forever ago

Sometimes i see pictures in music....

I see all sorts of images and scenes in music. My imagination is really fantastic. I see things that I've never seen, feel things that i may never have felt and recall things that were long forgotten.

I was having trouble sleeping tonight so I decided to prune my iTunes list a little.

There are all sorts of things that I've incorporated into my collection over the years that I've never heard. Sometimes I come across songs that were filed incorrectly, or have the wrong file name, so the song I'm expecting is replaced by something random.

I found a song by Tasmin Archer called 'Sleeping Satellite'. I have several issues with this discovery. 1. I've never knowingly been a Tasmin Archer fan. 2. I quite liked the song, even though its early to mid 90's nonsense.

I got flashes, the most fantastic memory flashes as a result:

....driving in Trevor Jordan's car to Armagh or Portadown to see some girl he was chasing at the time (this song was paying on a tape in the car, and this memory is real - i think).......

....the disco i went to when I was briefly a sea cadet in Carrickfergus. It was a rubbish disco, and there were no girls allowed, so it was basically lots of guys looking at each other awkwardly and not dancing. I was a naive young Christian and thought that being at a disco was a bit of a sin and so I felt pretty dangerous.....

.... I can see rooms of people in ill fitting wolly jumpers (we all had them in the mid 90's especially me, dermo and elia), there is the smell of inscence and scented candles (i was into both at the time)......

..... a memory from a warm summer evening in Portrush. The sun was going down while i'm walking down the seaside path beside Barry's arcade. The sky is a deep blue, cloudless. I'm looking at a girl I liked. There is a light breeze and that warm stuffy summer evening smell mixed with diesil from the arcade rides and sea salt. The lights of the amusements seem really oversaturated. Butterflies in my stomach. (neither the girl or the day exist. The memory however, is clear as a bell).....

Based on how inventive my mind is now, i can't wait to see what happens when I go senile!

Below, for your listening pleasure, is Tasmin Archer!

I'm quite excited for America

It is hard to not feel hopeful for Americans today. Ok, I don't live there, it is none of my business and I know I'm just jumping on the bandwagon, but anything at this time of economic darkness that can give folks a little light can't be bad right?

I wonder if President Obama will live up to the hype. I wonder if his popularity will last longer than one week, maybe two. I wonder if we'll not all be living in caves in a few years. I wonder who the next president will be and what will be thier ethnicity / gender / sexuality?

Today seems like a step forward, its been like a Disney movie up to this point. Here's hoping the hero turns around the situation, gets the girl (oh, wait he's married, scratch that) and saves the day.

God Bless America. (you'll probably need all the blessings you can get.)

Hararya is back..... shortly

Its coming home baby.

For all the fer-goodnes-sakes', the never-mind-me's, the listen-listen-whater-bout-you's.

Advertising for cheap flights, sex aids, fake Rolex and knock-off handbags NO MORE.

Two years in exile and the prodigal son has returned. Things are looking up.

Hararya returned to it's rightful owner and there was much rejoicing in the land........ so there was.

www.hararya.com

Well I never!

The Giants play a game at the 'fabulous' Dundonald International Ice Bowl.

If Bob Zeller was dead, he'd be spinning in his grave.

I guess he's just spinning then.