I have a deep green dress shirt that I can really only wear one day of the year. I forgot to wear it today. I’m wearing a Gap T-shirt with some green in the design so I’m safe from getting pinched. (Not that a whole lot of that goes on around here. The engineers just aren’t that attractive!)
How are you dressed to celebrate today?
Bonus Mundanity: I received notice today of a financial windfall. I’m gonna buy myself that 12-string guitar I’ve been wanting for a loooong time. Before Mrs. Pluto and the Plutinos can squander the cash on nonessentials like food and clothing.
“You have no choice but to be impressed.”
Tony Rothman and George Sudarshan Doubt and Certainty
Plutinos. I like. I figure that I’m Irish every day, so I am exempt from wearing green. As my mom is wont to say:
You can’t be Irish without knowing the world will break your heart by the time your 30.
How’s that for a pick-me-up?
Nae, laddie, I’m not wearrrrrrrrrin’ grrrrrrreen today - I’m Scottish! I’d be wearrrrrrring orrrrrrrange, as is tha prrrrrrroperrrrrrrr colorrrrrrrrrr ferrrrrrrrr a trrrrrrrrrrue Scotsman ta wearrrrrrrrrrrrr, but I don’t own anything orrrrrrrrrrrange, so I’m a-wearrrrrrrrrrrin’ RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRED!
(Sorry, I just wanted you to get the full effect.)
I agree with the girls…Irish blood in the veins absolves you from the necessity of any spurious March 17 celebration.
I did, however, read Yeats with my daughter on the way to her school this morning.
…Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse–
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Esprix, come a little closer so I can smack the s**t outta you.
I am Irish every day, as well, but I always wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. In fact, I am wearing a green turtleneck, and a green headband with shamrocks on it, and a green jacket.
You can put all the green dye you want in my beer. I drink Guinness, you’d never know the difference. But, please, keep the green bagels away from me. Nothing less appetizing in this world than green bread.
Princess of the Time and Space Continuum since 1969 (upgraded to Goddess 01/07/00)