Lift mcCahir Og your face
You’re brooding over the old disgrace
That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent you to the ferns
Grey said victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he’d secured
Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O’Byrne

Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Fiach will do what fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam have a care
Fallen is your star low
Up with halberd our with sword
On we go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow.

See the swords of Glen Imaal
Go flashing o’er the English pale
See all the children on the Gael beneath O’Byrne’s banner
Rooster of the fighting stock
Would you let a saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners

From Teach Sagard to Clonmore
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Og O’More at sending the loons to hades
White is sick and Grey has fled
Now for Black Fitzwilliam’s head
We’ll send it over dripping red to Liza and her ladies

Anyways. I enjoy the first warm rays of light, Angel Rays – as I learned in an Irish film the other day. Listening to „Moment of Tranquility“ by Apoptygma Berzerk (APOB).

I turn around to talk
I face your eyes
Fight replaces fright
To my surprise
I feel the sun falling
And I see
Your soul in your eyes
As I die.

I try to stand tall
You roll your eyes
You feel the same way I do
To my surprise
I feel this weird drowning in the deepest sea
You die your gun just like me.

Still your eyes are staring at me
Empty as the sky
In this Moment of Tranquility
I realize
This is goodbye.

Still Her eyes are staring at me
Empty as the sky
In this moment of tranquility
I realize
This is goodbye.

I can really imagine this. See this. World in Slow Motion…

From: http://www.fflyrics.com/creid.html

Merry Christmas to you, Dan, and you family. See you next year!
And, BTW, thanks very much for the tea.

Idir dhá láimh Daoine funtach Scríobh an ogham I mbanba óir I nglas béinne Fial ó nádúir Fonn ceoil I mbanba óir Lios na aileach Draícht draiotheach Tuamaí ríthe I mbanba óir Clochán naofa Cill is caisléain Truit na gceilteach I mbanba óir Idir dhá láimh i mBanba óir Fonn ceoil i mBanba óir Scríobh an agham i mBanba óir I mBanba óir

Both two hands Of noble people Write the ogham In Golden Ireland In young company Noble of nature Desire of music In Golden Ireland Ring forts of rock The magic of the druids Tombs of kings In Golden Ireland Holy clochan* Churchyards and castles Sound of the Celtic (or secret?) language** In Golden Ireland. Both two hands in golden Ireland Desire of music in golden Ireland Write the ogham in golden Ireland In golden Ireland * Clochan are the beehive huts found at early Celtic monasteries ** Meaning uncertain. „Truit“ might come from „trut“, which means noise. „Gceilteach“ is definitely from „ceilteach“, which means either „Celtic“ or „secretive.“

[Clannad – Banba Óir]

Tonight I’ll be meeting with my colleague Dan, who’s actually from Wexford, and we’ll enjoy one or the other pint together. Let’s see what’ll happen tonite.

If I recount my current day I’d love to change everything:

After the last days where the performance of our new servers in Dublin went somewhere between here and Australia and it peaked just yesterday when the servers weren’t hardly reachable at all. I opened up a ticket with our famous helpdesk – situated in Dublin.
Around 6 (!) hours later I received an e-mail from the Dublin Regional Data Centre telling me that they were unable to reproduce our problems. I mean how could they, they’re working with servers in the same building!
They escalated it to the GNOC (Global Network Operations Centre) (maybe somewhere in India?) this morning. But still there’s not a solution in sight. It’s just that we’re copying 10+ GB of data each day to these servers and the RTT (round trip time of a network frame) is about 4-5 times higher than usual (and that is alread quite slow).

/RANT ON
If it’s getting worse tomorrow I’ll start printing the network frames and send them to the Dublin RDC by snail mail – that would be reasonably faster!
/RANT OFF
I wish I could just sit at the trá (beach) and relax. Or doing something useful. Never mind. I chose the IT business, now I’ve to live with it!