This blog is coming to you from the fine city of Dallas in God Bless Us One and ALL, Texas, in the United States of goddamned America.
I have only just arrived after three flights and close on 24 hours of traveling and to be honest, I am jet lagged out of my mind, so this post is probably not going to make all that much sense (do they ever, I here you say).
At the moment I am experiencing an ongoing swaying motion that has me lurching left and right to compensate for the residual air turbulence as my body reckons I'm still flying.
Mentally maybe.
So Dallas. First impressions are of the airport, the interstate, big Ford pick-ups, the Dallas-Fort Worth Gun Show this weekend, and the Dallas Morning News' comprehensive guide to St Patrick's Day festivities in the city. Speaking of which, I went for a brief walk a couple of blocks around the hotel and came across a Mexican Bar called 'Sol Irlandes', where Seamus Stout will providing the live music from nine tonight.
You couldn't make it up.
I am ostensibly here to attend (and present at) the American Association of Applied Linguistics conference, but as The Dubliner Pub is organizing a 'Block Party' all day on Sunday and, yes! 'With or Without U2' are performing, I may just have to rearrange my priorities.
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