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Ian Griffin
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Publisher of Booch News - all about kombucha. Zettlekasten novice. Keeping up with #TheArchers.
Impressed by the #DeepSeek image generator's interpretation of #JamesJoyce's #Ulysses "Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows.” (Wandering Rocks, p. 232)
January 31, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Professionally Speaking » The A.I. Speechwriter: Chinese DeepSeek
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January 29, 2025 at 6:08 PM
From the bottom of my mildly dyslexic heart I give thanks for artificial intelligence!
January 29, 2025 at 2:56 PM
#Wordoftheday: gliraría.

Romans raised dormice in ceramic pots called gliraria or vivaria. The dormice were fed and watered until they were fat enough to eat. They were then killed and cooked for banquets. The dormice were sometimes served with honey and poppy seeds. #ancientrome
December 5, 2024 at 12:15 AM
A Thanksgiving Message to all the #kombucha companies out there bit.ly/3CPioId
Thanksgiving Message: Zoey Shamai, Tonica Kombucha : 'Booch News
A list of the challenges and rewards of running a kombucha company, by Toronto-based Tonica Kombucha founder Zoey Shamai.
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November 30, 2024 at 1:19 AM
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November 21, 2024 at 12:07 PM
This is as far back as I've been able to trace my ancestors. Anything earlier is lost in the mists of time on the cold, wet, Welsh hills. #geneology
November 20, 2024 at 7:23 AM
I created the index for my friend Brad's 800-page book with PDF Index Generator, a great tool!

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November 20, 2024 at 7:14 AM
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“We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.” Finnegans Wake

The James Joyce Centre is delighted to be part of Bluesky. Follow us for the latest about our exhibitions, events, courses and more.
November 17, 2024 at 12:14 PM
Poetic lines that stayed with me from Joyce's #Ulysses

“Old wall where sudden lizards flash.” (Scylla and Charybdis, p. 194)
"Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows.” (Wandering Rocks, p. 232)
“…stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.” (Ithaca, p. 651. Pictured.)
November 17, 2024 at 12:43 AM
Prose worthy of Joyce's Ulysses in the opening chspters of T.H. White's 'The Once and Future King':

...disbodied in the sleep-walk of their stealth.
...storing the majestic vision of terror in the chambers of rememberance. (p.102/03)
November 16, 2024 at 3:43 PM