What are YOU doing to celebrate Bloomsday?

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I'm gonna carry a potato in my pocket. I tried to get tix to the BC screening of the Stephen Rea Bloom but I guess it's sold out. I might also wear a flower and a tophat. And I'm totally gonna get wasted the second work is out.

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:50 (twenty-two years ago)

It's on TV tomorrow night - BBC4 I believe, 9pm possibly.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:54 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm going to have a wank on a beach.

― Enrique (Enrique), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:55 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm gonna be hungover.

― hstencil (hstencil), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:56 (twenty-two years ago)

I had planned on getting my head shaved with the local baseball team's pitcher.

― Leeefuse 73 (Leee), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:58 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.pottedmeatmuseum.com/meatpics/039.jpg

and I'd love to see it, but there's nary a television station in Boston that would air it. If you catch it, tell me how it is.

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:59 (twenty-two years ago)

http://home.comcast.net/~oriecat23/wholegang.gif

― andy, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:59 (twenty-two years ago)

I think I'll settle for a talking soap, though.

― Leeefuse 73 (Leee), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 21:00 (twenty-two years ago)

"He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower."

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 21:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Now do boldface.

― nickn (nickn), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:03 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm spend my day crying that I'm not going to be able to do anything special.

I LOVE ULYSSES MORE THAN ANYONE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HELL-HOLE AND AM WILLING TO FIGHT ABOUT IT.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:18 (twenty-two years ago)

the irish always do it boldface (xpost)

and

put up your dukes, paddy daddino.

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Hooray, it's Bloomsday in Bloomburgh (nee Dublin). The Pinefox says you have a fight on your hands, Michael.

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:40 (twenty-two years ago)

(A deaf mute idiot with goggle eyes, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance. A chain of children's hands imprisons him.)

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:44 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm gonna finally read the damn book is what I'm gonna do

― Brian Wilson (Anthony Miccio), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:46 (twenty-two years ago)

Dalkey - Sandycove - Dun Laoghaire - Blackrock, 2004

― the finefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:53 (twenty-two years ago)

:( drink a pint for me, will ye?

Seriously - I'm gonna be Stephen tomorrow as (weirdly, and secretly pleasingly) my routine and his are half-similar. I'm less glum, tho.

6:00 Wake up - walk to JFK pool in Somerville and go for a brief swim,
7:00 Breakfast back at the apartment
8:00 Teach 5th grade science and english classes.

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 22:58 (twenty-two years ago)

Jayzus - these posts were on the 16th, not the 15th like it says.

― the junefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Today - I mean, yesterday: one last pilgrimace to the Martello Tower to pay a century's respects.

― the finefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:07 (twenty-two years ago)

Yess. I am bunking off work to hang around with the pinefox. It's brilliant strolling around all the landmarks with someone who can quote bits of the book at me. It's like having my own little tour guide to, er, my own city. Where I live.

Seriously, there's nothing worse than having a visitor around who knows your city better than you do.

― accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:18 (twenty-two years ago)

I will be attempting to kill the father and shag Nora Joyce.

Could be sticky/illegal

― Patrick Kinghorn, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:21 (twenty-two years ago)

POW!

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:24 (twenty-two years ago)

Monkey, I am worried about your 'seriously'.

― the finefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:25 (twenty-two years ago)

ZAP!

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Sadly we've just discovered that Sweeny's chemists got burgled last night. Terrible shame. They are nice people who keep the spirit alive by continuing to sell Bronnley's lemon soap in their shop and recommending lots of echinacea when you've got a cold. V. sad.

Foxy! Go to bed! You're keeping Ymof up past his bedtime.

― accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Daddino -- yes, I just revived that thread. I think I have only read it 4 times, all told, if all told means cover to cover, end to end, stretched upon the void like wandering impassive stars and all.

― the finefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Daddino - that fact I had not seen before.

Monkey: YMOF is abed - but you're right.

I am very surprised about Sweny's -really, I am: is this some kind of special Bloomstime crime?

― the finefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:28 (twenty-two years ago)

It would have diverted, if ever seen, the shuddersome spectacle of this semidemented zany amid the inspissated grime of his glaucous den making believe to read his usylessly unreadable Blue Book of Eccles, edition de tenebres...
turning over three sheets at a wind, telling himself delightedly... that every splurge on the vellum he blundered over was an aisling vision more gorgeous than the one before... but what with the murky light, the botchy print, the tattered cover, the jigjagged page, the fumbling fingers... the scum on his tongue, the drop in his eye, the lump in his throat... the fog of his mindfag, the buzz in his braintree, the tic of his conscience... the rats in his garret, the bats in his belfry... he was hardset to mumorise more than a word a week... Can you beat it? ...Was there ever heard of such lowdown blackguardism? Positively it woolies one to think over it.

― Patrick Kinghorn, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:36 (twenty-two years ago)

xpost: Oh, you're surprised, are you Foxy? Funny how it should happen while you're here, wandering around Dublin like some sort of tourist. The perfect cover.

I'm surprised too. The upper floors of the building had been burnt out by fire last year, the thieves found it easy to get in. We don't know if it's a coincidence or not.

Time for sleep. Oiche mhaith.

― accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 23:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Ten years ago I would have been a bit surprised to find out that I wasn't spending tomorrow (it's still the 15th here!) in Dublin. But things change. Anyway I'm sure I'll be dusting off the book and -- oh, wait, it's already packed.

Well I'll do something.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 01:07 (twenty-two years ago)

I celebrated in October, sorta.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 01:29 (twenty-two years ago)

8:30 and the sky is cyan. Wispy white clouds.

― the junefox, Wednesday, 16 June 2004 06:32 (twenty-two years ago)

is it over now? i think this will really be the year that i finally read it.

― youn, Wednesday, 16 June 2004 06:34 (twenty-two years ago)

this is the 100th bloomsday, I used to think I would spend it in dublin retracing stephen's steps. but now I'm just going to go to work and hate my coworker.

― kyle (akmonday), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 06:35 (twenty-two years ago)

It is only just beginning.

― the junefox, Wednesday, 16 June 2004 06:56 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.nodata.org/honey/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00026.html

― the junefox, Wednesday, 16 June 2004 06:59 (twenty-two years ago)

I love this day. I wish I could go to the Martello Tower also. Instead I will be thinking of newspaper headlines to structure my journey across un-Bloom London.

I would also want to go to a funeral, or sleep head-to-toe. But probably I won't.

― sgs (sgs), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 07:13 (twenty-two years ago)

'pilgrimace'

P F , are you pulling faces as you stroll around Dublin & its environs?

― Mooro (Mooro), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:12 (twenty-two years ago)

aaaaaaaaaah look what google did

joycean google

― gem (trisk), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Joycean Google made my morning. I bought coffee for all of my coworkers, and I'm carrying a potato in my back pocket. I'm contemplating rubbing-out a doozy down by the Charles.

A few favorites:

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What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

With what meditations did Bloom accompany his demonstration to his companion of various constellations?

Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in incipent lunation, approaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an observer placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centre of the earth: of Sirius (alpha in Canis Major) 10 lightyears (57,000,000,000,000 miles) distant and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the precession of equinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging towards the constellation of Hercules: of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years, threescore and ten, of allotted human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity.

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(Bloom half rises. His back trousers button snaps.)

THE BUTTON Bip!

(Two sluts of the Coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)

THE SLUTS

O Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
He didn't know what to do,
To keep it up,
To keep it up.

BLOOM (Coldly.) You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? Shy but willing, like an ass pissing.

― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:15 (twenty-two years ago)

If anyone can't be arsed to read the whole thing the BBC have produced a handy summary of 'Ulysses'.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/arts/3810193.stm

― Mooro (Mooro), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:16 (twenty-two years ago)

my very favourite piece of prose ever:

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod’s roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.

― gem (trisk), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:24 (twenty-two years ago)

I opened the book for the first time again.

― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:28 (twenty-two years ago)

I should just open the book.

― Ally C (Ally C), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:52 (twenty-two years ago)

I had kidneys for breakfast and went to Dalkey with the pinefox, where we saw a seal and some people dressed up. I know that some people think that Bloomsday is a daft thing to celebrate, but I think it's nice to have a day to mark that isn't a saint's day or anything to do with politics.

― accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Does "we want a bank holiday because fuck you, that's why!" count as politics?

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 11:57 (twenty-two years ago)

happy bloomsday everyone! i'm actually doing it this year, with some friends, we are going to have a little club and the first meeting is today!

― s1ocki (slutsky), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 15:36 (twenty-two years ago)

I shall listen to Kenny G's special Bloomsday Traktor remix

― tokyo rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 17:16 (twenty-two years ago)

The Weekly Standard celebrates Ulysses. Still scratching my head a bit on that front.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 16 June 2004 17:54 (twenty-two years ago)

1:20? I suppose that technically it is still ongoing. They return notionally at 2am (?): and Molly lasts till... infinity.

Outside: the sky is... deep dark orange. Shallow orange black.

Good night.

― the junefox, Wednesday, 16 June 2004 23:32 (twenty-two years ago)

I changed my mind and decided to release our new album today. Happy Bloomsday.

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Thursday, 17 June 2004 04:36 (twenty-two years ago)

I missed Joycean Google. :(

― Leeefuse 73 (Leee), Thursday, 17 June 2004 19:34 (twenty-two years ago)

I've been reading this:

http://slate.msn.com/id/2102446/entry/2102452/

― Aaron W (Aaron W), Thursday, 17 June 2004 19:37 (twenty-two years ago)

we drank jameson and read from telemachus last night! it was fun

― s1ocki (slutsky), Thursday, 17 June 2004 19:41 (twenty-two years ago)

when is Bloomsday again?

― DV (dirtyvicar), Thursday, 17 June 2004 21:35 (twenty-two years ago)

one year passes...

COUNTDOWN!

― 100% CHAMPS with a Yes! Attitude. (Austin, Still), Friday, 9 June 2006 22:35 (twenty years ago)

pinefox, my university library has your book!

― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Friday, 9 June 2006 23:25 (twenty years ago)

As always, brushing up on the omphalos.

― Sons Of The Redd Desert (Ken L), Saturday, 10 June 2006 00:06 (twenty years ago)

two years pass...

tomorrowtis

― I know, right?, Sunday, 15 June 2008 11:12 (eighteen years ago)

Today. Anyone doing anything?

― krakow, Monday, 16 June 2008 07:56 (eighteen years ago)

passing another year of still not having fully read the copy of ulysses i bought six years ago

― thorn, Monday, 16 June 2008 09:10 (eighteen years ago)

unpacking, then packing, sigh.

― I know, right?, Monday, 16 June 2008 09:15 (eighteen years ago)

i'm going to have lunch in bloomsbury

― ken c, Monday, 16 June 2008 10:17 (eighteen years ago)

Happy Bloomsday everyone. I'm going to dip into Finnegans Wake and drink lots.

― emil.y, Monday, 16 June 2008 11:44 (eighteen years ago)

I will eat with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.

― Pillbox, Tuesday, 17 June 2008 05:14 (eighteen years ago)

I got Awesome Color to give a shout-out to James Joyce at their show last night.

― emil.y, Tuesday, 17 June 2008 11:48 (eighteen years ago)

"Have we got a Jimmy J in the house?!"

― Ned Trifle II, Tuesday, 17 June 2008 13:07 (eighteen years ago)

eleven months pass...

Bloomsday 2009

― the pinefox, Tuesday, 16 June 2009 08:23 (seventeen years ago)

Walking lonely round the city getting drunk, maybe a wank early evening, nightmares, nighttown, drift into dreams of endless recurrence no I said no no.

― Posters that beg the Question: What the Hell were You THINKING? (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 June 2009 08:56 (seventeen years ago)

I have claimed falsely on Facebook that I will be going around punching in the FACES of straw-boater wearing twunts.

― The Real Dirty Vicar, Tuesday, 16 June 2009 14:04 (seventeen years ago)

That old Irish hospitality we hear so much about.

― Old Ned 1962 Vinyl Edition (Ned Trifle II), Tuesday, 16 June 2009 14:19 (seventeen years ago)

It's what The Citizen would've wanted.

― F.C. Farcottonlocomotiv (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 June 2009 14:31 (seventeen years ago)

two years pass...

Still not read Ulysses.

― The New Dirty Vicar, Thursday, 16 June 2011 11:34 (fifteen years ago)

Do it. I'm so glad I finally did a few years ago.

― the fey bloggers are onto the zagat tweets (jon /via/ chi 2.0), Thursday, 16 June 2011 13:12 (fifteen years ago)

Take you more than a day tho

― Letsby Avenue (Tom D.), Thursday, 16 June 2011 13:14 (fifteen years ago)

ah another Bloomsday another hungover

― aka best bum of the o_O's (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 16 June 2011 13:16 (fifteen years ago)

shouting in the streets

― James & Bobby Quantify (James Redd and the Blecchs), Thursday, 16 June 2011 17:28 (fifteen years ago)

got to pg. 200 a good few years ago. ill give it another go someday...

― Michael B, Thursday, 16 June 2011 17:38 (fifteen years ago)

my girlfriend and i ate a really nice sandwich in the park, and i went for a swim this morning

― remy bean, Thursday, 16 June 2011 18:12 (fifteen years ago)

two years pass...

Going to Dublin this year. Going to be avoiding all the wacky shit like the plague. Fortunately there looks to be a vaguely reasonable amount of non-wacky shit. I know Ulysses can be pretty funny, but what's with treating Joyce like he's a full-on slapstick comedian?

(See also: Beckett productions that concentrate *only* on the absurdities, not the painful aching desolation that causes the absurdities.)

― emil.y, Wednesday, 11 June 2014 12:41 (twelve years ago)

three years pass...

― the pinefox, Friday, 16 June 2017 07:42 (nine years ago)

For him! For Raoul!

― Guidonian Handsworth Revolution (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 16 June 2017 10:18 (nine years ago)

On other news just learned or was reminded that Delmore Schwartz had a cat named Riverrun.

― Guidonian Handsworth Revolution (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 16 June 2017 10:50 (nine years ago)

Happy Ornaldo Bloompsday

― emil.y, Friday, 16 June 2017 12:15 (nine years ago)

Ha, I didn't know that the title of the Barry Truax piece was a Joyce reference. xp

― Time for This Unicorn to Choose a Cupcake (Sund4r), Friday, 16 June 2017 12:35 (nine years ago)

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