All of my fears of being placed in a freshman apartment have been allayed. Thankfully, I have been placed in the Post Grad (graduate student) House. Starting this last Friday night at 7:30pm, the Post Grad House folk, about 80 of us, have been organized by our “Assistant Warden” (RA) and I have met a lot of really nice and very intelligent post grad students from all over the world, including two others in the Multimedia Systems course. Basically, we have spent a lot of time at pubs and in each other’s living rooms.
One can’t get anything done in Ireland without steel coated, water-tight proof of one’s in Ireland residence. I can understand immigration wanting a letter from the College proving my student-ness, but why does Vodafone and >O2 need 3 plus types of ID plus 3 months of utility/bank statements before I can open up a contract account. ARGH!
I got the pay as you go SIM chip from Vodafone, and I am *supposedly* able to set up the 3G/GPRS service to moblog, email, and go on the internet from my phone, but it has been a no go even though I have checked and rechecked my settings. I am sorry that I even had any complaints about AT&T or Cingular…. Vodafone, just take my credit card and make me sign a 12 month water-tight contract.
Folks back home in Calif have been asking about the weather. Well, the old tired joke in Boston about the weather was if you didn’t like it, just wait 10 minutes. Most of the time in Boston, the weather would hold for a couple of days or at least a day or two. Here, it really does change every ten minutes.
Last Friday, I walked out of the apartment house to find that the temperature was about 73 degrees and my jacket was unnecessary. I walked all of 5 minutes before rain started and then within an hour the temps had dropped into the 50s. Later that evening it was back up into the upper 60s. I won’t even related the coming and goings of the cloud cover and sun.
I love it though.
Good Looking Men
As usual, my penchant for hot Irish & British men is on track, but the only ones I have met are 23 and under. I am not a coyote. Where are all of the 30-something men?
Dublin is known for good food but bad service, here is my take on the best of the lot in the last few days:
La Cave – Erika and I discovered this delightful basement French wine bar last November and I went here for dinner last Wed on my first night in town as a treat to myself. They have very good wine by the glass and the food is fresh and tasty. On Wed, I had a zucchini soup and a smoked salmon salad with two types of wine. Service good. And the atmosphere is very down home and velvety. A young Scottish couple sat next to me and we had an hour plus conversation about world affairs and what it was like to live in Dublin as a foreigner. Kerstin and Brendan were very helpful and funny.
Nude – I went to a late lunch at this nice clean, shiny, well lit modern café near Trinity on Saturday with a bunch of the Post Grad House folk. The service was prompt, the food healthy and delicious. I had a lovely chicken rice noodle thai salad for cheap!
Salamanca – A very good Tapas bar with excellent food but high prices for the dishes and overly priced bargain basement wines (hello! they were charging twice as much for a glass of one wine than Trader Joe’s sells a whole bottle for! hello!). The service was really slow, stalactites form faster than the servers move at Salamanca.
Café Bar Deli at the Bewley Building – Cool Victorian interior, funky furnishings, and very good fresh modern European café style food. I had an excellent Niciose Salad and a nice glass of wine. Service was only moderately slow, but bewildering as I had a new server every time one would come to the table. I wasn’t sure who to tip. The best yet is that they will make all of their pasta offerings with wheat-free/gluten-free pasta. I will be back.