Guard Yer Taytos! Our Return to Dublin

After a fair amount of effort, we're heading back to Dublin--or, in Peyton's opinion, the motherland. A land of the doughy and the Guinness guzzling. A land of little sunshine and amazing mass transit. A land of chicken stuffing sandwiches and gravy. In other words, paradise.

For those of you who don't know, I'll be spending the next three weeks in Dublin teaching with my friend, Tim. I'll be teaching a course on Irish memoir and he'll be teaching political theory. So, in essence, we'll be spending three weeks exploring how the personal affects the political and how the political affects the personal. It's hard to imagine a more perfect way to learn how disciplines and epistemologies intersect. Is it wrong to be jealous of my students?

Sadly, however, this means we're leaving our darling kitties at home--although they did try to make a case for coming with us. We patiently explained to them that there are no litter boxes on the plane, so they've decided to stay at home with their friend, Destiny.

And, while it's only about 8:00 a.m., we've already had lectures on the virtues of synthetic oil from the man driving the shuttle, the hazards of leaving a wallet in your pocket from the TSA man, and the danger of Trader Joe's trail mix left in a purse from the X-ray technician/man. All in all, it's been a mansplainy morning, but we did wrangle seats together for both flights, which is nothing short of a miracle considering we had to book our tickets separately.

And, best of all, we get to spend the next several weeks in one of my favorite cities with some of my most favorite people. I'm sure that Eleanor (read past blog posts for more about her) is pulling out her finest placemats for us.

Last, but not least, I'm looking forward to visiting this gorgeous beast again very soon in the Natural History Museum.

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