Green day
Where I teach, we have closed-captioning systems in the lecture halls. Whoever's speaking has their words flashed on a big screen. Usually I just forget it's there. Sometimes when I'm in the audience in one of those rooms, I find it helpful to my elderly ears.
Last night, when my class was over and everyone else was gone, I was having some trouble shutting down the computer program I was using, and I said a swear word. Then I remembered that the system was always listening, and I looked up to see what it did with my vulgarity. It had replaced it with "******," which was good.
But I didn't want to leave that up there for the first person to see this morning. And so I thought I'd leave a nicer message. "Happy Saint Patrick's Day." I said. "May the road rise to meet your feet." The all-hearing printout got that mostly right. Then I thought I'd try "Erin go bragh," which I don't know for sure but I think it means "Ireland forever."
Whatever it means, the closed captioner showed it as "Aaron Gobra," which sounds like a second baseman on the old Cleveland Indians.
I left it at that. A happy holiday to Aaron Gobra, wherever he is, and to all others who celebrate.
I was in Ireland and long, long time ago riding our bikes across the isle, on our way to the continent- as they call it. We went into a bar and had a Guinness or two. The locals were quite fascinated with 3 long-haired hippie kids. At some point they told us to get down and slowly ushered us all out of the bar. I asked, what's the big deal? They said, it's Sunday and we're not supposed to be in the bar and the constable was walking up the street (as is he didn't know). Good times.
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