Remember where you saw it first. I believe this is my neologism, not to be confused with bro-back (v)

Broback (n) the art of redundantly and enthusiastically restating what has already been said in a meeting with the express purpose of showing the bigger Bros in the room that you are a total team player. Variant on feedback/blowback e.g. ‘”I just want to thank Tim for thanking everyone for participating in this call. I agree we achieved some great positive directioanlity that I know were are all totally jazzed to actionate,” interjected Chip just as everyone was about to hang up, in a staggeringly flagrant display of toadying Broback.

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I really do think with my pen, for my head often knows nothing of what my hand is writing. MS 112 114:27.10.1931


Christianity is not a doctrine, not, I mean, a theory about what has happened & will happen to the human soul, but a description of something that actually takes place in human life. For ‘recognition of sin’ is an actual occurrence & so is despair & so is redemption through faith. Those who speak of it (like Bunyan), are simply describing what has happened to them; whatever gloss someone may want to put on it! MS 118 56r c: 4.9.1937


If I am thinking just for myself without wanting to write a book, I jump all around the topic; that is the only way of thinking that is natural to me. Forcing my thoughts into an ordered sequence is a torment for me. Should I even attempt it…

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Dream JobWarm enough today now all the same.  Got very close in the afternoon.  I had to take the cardigan off.  Busy enough, mind you.  Busload of young banjo players from Carrick-on-Suir and then, would you believe it, five minutes later, a busload of accordion-players from Carrick-on-Shannon and then a busload of Melodion players from Sikinos.  The racket they made!  Marvelous version of Por Aul Dicey Riley they all did!  Gave them a great appetite all the same.  The only things left in the shop when they were gone were two chamomile and gooseberry teabags and a Club Milk that looked like someone had slept on it.  I’ll have to do a big shop in the morning now to restock.

Ambrose has taken this whole “Futurizing the now building a better tomorrow today!” thing very seriously.  He comes up to me after they’ve all gone.  Says he has a venture for us.   Do you now? says I.  I do, says he, Celbridge Analytica, he announces, and holds up this piece of headed stationery.  What’s that? says I. a sex toy shop? I couldn’t be having any truck with the likes of that!  No, no, says he.  Data mining, says he.  What, like with computers and internets and the like? says I.  Not at all, this is artesenal, says he.  Go on so, says I.  Well, says he, we follow people around the Spar and see what they buy and what they pick up but don’t end up buying and then we put flyers through their letterboxes depending on what we notice.  Isn’t that a bit creepy? says I.  Àh sure they’re all living out loud in this town these days you have to get with it, says he.  You have to thrive to survive, says he.

So Ambrose will be in the Spar all week following people around and I’ll be one me own here in the hut.  good thing the weather will be miserable.  We shouldn’t be too busy.

 

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Terrible quiet now that it is off season but sure I come up to the hut anyway to listen to Radio 4 and watch the wind and do the crossword.  No rain today so took the opportunity to clean the little gutters that were full of moss and, for some reason I can’t quite fathom, Skittles.  Maybe the birds do be eating them?

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Anyway I had a coupon for this crowd of innovative disruptors or disruptive innovators or whatever you call it in Sligo that said they could increase throughflow at the Cliff Experience by 80% and after the coupon it only cost 65 Euro so I gave it a lash and filled out their stupid questionnaire form online and sent it off.

 

So this morning this envelope arrives and with this feckin perspex sign in it.  Apparently I am to put this sign up where my whole “team’ can see it.  I could got new shoes with that 65 Euro.  I suppose I’ll put it up in the shop, that’s where most people will see it.

 

 

Phone.  Phone.  Phone!  Phone?  Phone??

Help me to feel less alone.

Oh look! A new like!

Dream JobWarm enough today now all the same.  Quiet though but sure that’s to be expected now that the tourist season is over.  Still and all had a minibus full of water polo players from Bremen on Monday.  Spoke very good English but did not like the Kit Kats at all, said they were stale.  I tried one myself and they were right but I didn’t let on.  I’ll have to get onto Paschal at the Co-op about that.  They were desperate to try crubeens but I had to tell them I had none in the snack bar

Ambrose is back from America.  Went over to visit Cidney for a few weeks in the Hamptons and sure doesn’t he arrive back with her in tow.  I have no idea what is going on.  She barely said two words to me.  The pair of them are holed up below in the unfinished holiday home.  No idea what the plan is and he bites my head off every time I ask.

Still things will be quiet enough now til the Crow Impersonating Festival in October.

IMG_1548.JPGhad a few inquiries from readers about my solutionizing of the television problem in the holiday home down below so here is the proof of my ingenuity.  Ambrose says he has no idea what I did and it is a miracle I didn’t burn the house down.  I remarked that maybe the next time one of the tellys in one of the holidays homes gets banjaxed, maybe he won’t be off gallivanting in America and he can fix it himself so there will be no problem.  I am not sure if he is talking to me now.

 

Dream Job Quiet enough now today all the same.  Terrible close.  I probably didn’t need the tweed jacket and the geansai.  Minibus full of of throat singers in from Thurles after lunch on Monday.  Ate me out of house and home and finished off the pound cake.  I’ll have to do a big shop at the co-op.

I have a two young couples from Dublin staying down below in the holiday home for a fortnight  The rang that the telly was on the blink and wouldn’t play DVDs so I went over to fix it. I unplugged it all and plugged it back in and the damn thing wouldn’t work at all then.  And Ambrose away all this week!  So, now the little black and white from the bedroom is on top of the telly and plugged into the satellite and that seems to be sort of working.  No idea how Ambrose set the fecking thing up at all!

Anyway they seemed like a nice enough crowd until they started in asking for a second sponge for the sink.  I told them in no uncertain terms: one sponge and one J-cloth.  Just to keep things civilized.  The last time I left out two sponges we had terrible trouble – ended up with a commune of tantric psychedelia for two months – all sorts of going on and the lot of them wandering around naked at all hours with the curtains wide open.  Couldn’t be giving them a second sponge, would leads to all sorts of trouble.  One sponge and one J-cloth should be enough for anyone.  Any more just leads to all sorts of perversions.