Re-Generation Ireland

Come to my garden Teacher.
The birds of my heart have long since flown,
And the silence tween the mottled boughs has leaden grown.
In the sunrise be the chorus of mornings’ glory,
And in the noon tell of Dionysus’ story.
In the night be the whistling gale,
Whisper in my ear of some furtive dale.
Come to my garden Teacher.
Scarce the [...]

progressive-economy@tasc: Why wage cuts are not a good thing.

The Class of Physiology 2009 finished their exams and degree last Tuesday, and alas it was without a former classmate turned Welfare Officer. Though I knew, as we all did, that we wouldn’t be graduating together in 2009, it was still slightly sad to celebrate with them feeling that I cannot really partake in the [...]