Wednesday, April 18

 
 
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Tallaght, 15:54

 
 

I woke up feeling refreshed after a full night’s sleep. The bed had been just right: large and very comfortable. I started the day with a piping hot shower. Breakfast followed and proved much better than I had expected. I watched the cook frying the sausages and eggs, slicing and frying the tomato. I could see that Kellogg’s had manufactured the cornflakes.

By the time I returned to my room I had had a change of heart. If I treated this as a bed and breakfast it did both well. I decided to treat this as a journey into the past when people stayed in places like this and shared toilets where normal. “We even have a shower in the room, just for us”, they would say. When I thought about it like this I could feel myself start to enjoy it.

The Luas took about forty five minutes. I watched the city turn into countryside, and then into rows of sheds, and then into fields, and finally into Tallaght. We met Deirdre in the corridor coming to look for us just as I took Liisa to meet her.

We went in to meet Deirdre’s class and Louise Ng said hello and gave me an ear-to-ear grin. She spent six months last year at Arcada and I taught her for two courses. I sat with the class and gave feedback on their final projects, and a couple of coding suggestions. I also watched an example of MIT’s “programming for artists” in action, and found the result very impressive.

We had lunch at Entropy, the café in the Business School building with Deirde and Sinead, talking about possible ways to increase our collaboration. After this we met with Mary and her students.

At 15:15 we had run out of things to do for the day. We had, however, received further instructions, and so we left to carry them out.

We pass the Red Rui arts centre at Tallaght Square on the way back to the Luas, and I take a photograph of the flags. We stop to ask if the galleries contain anything, but we have turned up ten days too early.

I will notice a hoarding at the tram stop. It says “2 Whoppers for 7€”. The same Burger King posters in Helsinki say “2 Whoppers for 10€”. It’s the saucy nature of international capitalism in action, comrades.

Liisa has a list of four shops selling vinyl records that she wants to visit and photograph, and Deirdre, Mary and Sinead told us that we should find The George, one of Dublin’s most prominent bars, stop for a drink there, and then visit the shops on Liisa’s list, which all lay within a couple of hundred metres from the pub.

We will do this and start by confidently taking a wrong turn and marching in entirely the wrong direction. Ending up in a different part of town I will ask a doorman, who will set us right in a discursive way which leaves Liisa asking me what he said. Following his directions we will arrive at The Free Record Shop before the pub. I will find a cheap collection of the first five Michael Nesmith cds and Liisa will declare the vinyl overpriced.

Next we will stop for a drink at The George. The Tom of Finland prints, with accompanying photo of the artist himself, and the complete lack of women’s toilets, will alert us to the fact that we have entered one of Dublin’s most prominent gay bars. As the working day winds down it will begin to fill up and we will leave in search of vinyl.

We will find two out of the remaining three vinyl shops where Liisa will take photographs, talk with the owners, and leave.

Just before 19:00 we will complete our final task and meet Sinead at 777, the best “alternative Mexican restaurant in Dublin”. We will spend another hour and a half discussing possible projects that we might do together to build on the work they did last year with UAL at the Tate.

Finally we will walk right down through Temple Bar and over the Liffey to Gardiner Street Lower. I will get back to my scale-model hotel room by 21:00, and realise that if I slide my case under the bed I can double the amount of available room.

Liisa will presumably reach her hotel five minutes later.