DON'T THINK OF AN IRISHMAN!

my betters seem to be of a mind on the gaucheness of posting pieces on irish authors on st. patrick's day, so it's turned out for the best that i don't have my copy of the holy city with me -- or even the article on the current straits of the irish catholic church that i had planned to contrast with my take on the novel. but i've nothing in particular to throw up instead. powell's still doesn't have a copy of death in spring on the shelves at w burnside. why even post at all? pat pig needed a shout out, that's why. cheers to all the emerald germs of ireland! but i'll be damned if i'm going to drink green beer.