Tara Flynn

Archive for February, 2010

Glass act

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

I did that awful thing I do last night: I gesticulated. Not wildly, but just enough to reach back into my blind spot and knock over someone’s drink, just outside my peripheral vision. I barely felt it; I was alerted to the incident by a collective intake of breath, the like of which only happens [...]

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I’ll remember

Monday, February 8th, 2010

So far, 2010 has been one of those illegal cabbies in those overly scary ads: it opened its door, said it’d get me home, took way too much money up front, took a wrong turn, had its wicked way with me, tossed my hair all up and left me in a quarry. 2010 has not [...]

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Glorious mud

Friday, February 5th, 2010

What I have: a golden cocker spaniel. His name is Oscar. Some of you have met him, either here or at some of the festivals around Ireland and the UK to which he’s been dragged. He’s a willing drag-ee, mind you; he loves people and flirting with them and getting tons of attention – I’ve [...]

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I always feel like somebody’s watching me

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

There’s great light in my kitchen because two lovely big windows let it in. We all know that natural light is the most accurate for mirror-based activities, so that’s where I do mine. I’m often to be glimpsed in the harsh winter glare, tweezers in hand, stooping to sill height to get a good, critical [...]

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Criminal enquiry

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

My fiancĂ© had his phone stolen last week. It was in one of those scams that we all think we’d be wise to, but probably wouldn’t. He’s from South Central LA – he’s been robbed at gunpoint. He just wasn’t prepared for someone to rob him with a map.

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