The Globe and Mail, with an unfortunately-titled Google ad, stick their finger on the space shuttle problem.
Could there have been an Irish sub working on this one? Guffaws all round, if so.
Monthly Archives: August 2007
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August 15, 2007 – 2:03 pm
It’s been a mental few weeks here at the Irish Echo. For me, it was something of a baptism of fire. Our editor, Billy, headed for the homeland for a month, leaving yours truly in the hotseat. On a normal issue, I might lay out and design, at most, five pages of the 40 in each issue.
For the two issues, I was laying out stories on 30 pages or so. Something of a leap in workload, but a great experience.
A blank page is an intimidating thing if you’re not used to it. A blank newspaper, well, that’s something else entirely. A lot of credit for the issues going out goes to Joe from Tomango Graphics (yes, named after that Tomangos), our graphic designer, who reached in to keep me afloat when my head slipped below the surface.
I sent copies of the two issues home to the family in Ireland, so they could see what I’m up to over here. The response from my sister was “Wow, it’s actually a real paper”, which was simultaneously an endorsement and an insult. So ‘Thanks, you little wench’, is probably an appropriate response.
We put out two good issues in any case, and this week we’re back to normal service. Only we’re actually stepping things up.
Formerly, our website was a clunker, and still is in many regards. But as of today we’re trialling new page-reader software, which means no more downloading plugins to read the paper online, and for one issue only IT’S FREE.
To log on an have a peek, just click the cover pic. And let us know what you think: newsdesk[at]irishecho[dot]com[dot[au]
Markham
PS: As is the style:
Listening to: ‘Bitches ain’t shit’ – Ben Folds
Currently reading: ‘Glamorama’ – Brett Easton Ellis, and an article on Hunter recommended by Una Rocks
Coming down from: Last night’s Frames concert in Sydney. Massive.
World’s largest photo
August 10, 2007 – 10:00 am
Via boards.ie: A link to an aircraft hangar, converted into the world’s largest pinhole camera, to make the world’s largest photo. Link here
Money quote:
‘Working in their jet-hangar-transformed-into-camera, the group hand-applied 80 liters of gelatin silver halide emulsion to a seamless 3,375-square-foot canvas substrate custom-made in Germany. Development was done in a custom Olympic pool-sized developing tray using ten high volume submersible pumps and 1,800 gallons of black and white chemistry.’
A major development….
The Ceremonial Shaving of the Nipples
August 6, 2007 – 9:12 am
It is that time – the time runners seldom shout about. It’s a time for delicacy and precision. It’s time for a steady hand and unwavering nerves. It’s time, ladies and gentlemen, for me to shave my nipples.
This is no self-indulgent exercise, born of a vain desire to have smooth and streamlined nipples, lest one peek out of my singlet on race day (I’ll be wearing a t-shirt). Shaving one’s nipples is a purely utilitarian and raceworthy act. Otherwise, I’d be leaving that nice, warm bushel of hair on my nipples for the cold mornings. I’m not over-burdened with chest hair, either, so I’m not in the habit of shaving it off. Grow it while you have it, or before it goes gray.
There’s also my innate and completely reasonable fear of slicing a nipple off in the process. A friend of mine came close to losing one of her nipples during a freak armpit-shaving accident. It’s a long slip from pit to nip, but when the foam is flying, apparently, the razor can roam south-west fairly rapidly.
Waxing is not an option either. I’ve woken up in a cold sweat from that dream where you end up with an entire nipple stuck, inside out and bloodied, on a very adhesive wax strip.
Despite the reservations, however, this evening my nipples will go bald, and with good reason.
Over a certain time, say, 60 or 70 minutes of running, certain things begin to happen to any protrusions from the skin. Say you’re taking 100 steps a minute, maybe more if you’re running a good pace, whatever you’re wearing jiggles up and down 100 times a minute, and if it’s loose, or even if it’s tight, you risk a fair bit of friction building up between it and your beloved nipple/mole/other unmentionable.
So the natural thing to do is to make sure you’ve got a plaster or something covering said protrusion. But plasters don’t stick to hairy nipples – at least not for long – and certainly not if you’re sweaty. They just slide off. And if you’ve seen a road race before, and seen people finishing with little bloody streaks down their t-shirts, it’s because they forgot to protect a nipple.
There are other precautions too: Vaseline on other areas that tend to rub/jangle. Sunscreen. A few Panadol.
But nothing says “Raceday is approaching” like the ceremonial nipple-shaving.
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