Cad e sin amhrán?
"Dian ar an mballa, chomh folláin le snaidhm"
An bhfuil fonn ainm ar an bhfonn?
"Dian ar an mballa, chomh folláin le snaidhm"
An bhfuil fonn ainm ar an bhfonn?
I’m looking into methods for sealing a future bog, and as I’ve quickly discovered my clayish soil isn’t magically impermeable after compacting it.
As I understand it, there are three options:
(most people would suggest this at this scale, but I’m not going to do it. I want, perhaps foolishly, a mini-bog. Plastic defeats the vision.)
Benotite clay
A process referred to as gleying: \[https://library.uniteddiversity.coop/Permaculture/Bill\\\\\\\_Mollison-Permaculture\\\\\\\_Design\\\\\\\_Course%20.pdf\\\](https://library.uniteddiversity.coop/Permaculture/Bill\\\_Mollison-Permaculture\\\_Design\\\_Course%20.pdf)
Naturally, pun sort of intended, the third option is the most interesting. It’s a soaked layering of biomass, which basically consists of dung and plant cuttings, that starts anaerobically decaying and supposedly creates an impermeable barrier that is similar to that of many wetlands. Does anyone have any experience with this?
I have a small area that I’d like to turn into a bog. Bogs are quite beautiful, and my area can support them. As it stands, there is no pre-existing structure for a wetland.
Some people make wildlife ponds, but I’d like a bog. The footprint is relatively small. I’m not going to go much bigger than 10x10 ft, unless it’s not feasible at that scale. Native sphagnum moss is incredibly abundant.
I’m looking into methods for sealing it, as I’ve quickly discovered that my clayish soil isn’t magically impermeable after compacting it.
As I understand it, there are three options:
(most people would suggest this at this scale, but I’m not going to do it. I want, perhaps foolishly, a mini-bog. Plastic defeats the vision.)
Benotite clay
A process referred to as gleying: [https://library.uniteddiversity.coop/Permaculture/Bill\\\_Mollison-Permaculture\\\_Design\\\_Course%20.pdf\](https://library.uniteddiversity.coop/Permaculture/Bill\_Mollison-Permaculture\_Design\_Course%20.pdf)
Naturally, pun sort of intended, the third option is the most interesting. It’s a soaked layering of biomass, which basically consists of dung and plant cuttings, that starts anaerobically decaying and supposedly creates an impermeable barrier that is similar to that of many wetlands. Does anyone have any experience with this?
Tá mé ag foghlaim Gaeilge. Tá brón orm, ach the rest will be English. I hoped the teanga might catch your eye, though.
I hoped to chat with some of you lads. I’ve seen a couple interesting things that have brought forward some questions, and poitín making is rooted in tradition and word of mouth. No one has written a book full of anecdotes from poitín men (women too), which is a great shame.
I’d love to get some DMs going, if you’re open to chatting. YouTube only had so much.
The limiting factor in the natural production of peat in peat bogs is the bog’s ability to prevent complete decay. Sphagnum moss is abundant, but very little of it accumulates without rotting away.
The process of decay is slowed by the acidity, low temperatures, and low oxygen at the bottom of a bog.
I have to imagine that this time scale could be greatly reduced in a laboratory, but all of the research I’ve found is focused on creating an efficient biofuel through hydrothermal carbonization. There is one notable exception, where an analog is created with a pressure cooker. The biology of this sludge is very different, and it’s not what I’m after. The partial decomposition is required. It’s what makes peat peat, and not just cooked Sphagnum bricks.
If all of the Sphagnum is compacted into an airtight container after being soaked with rainwater, I would assume you’re halfway there. Whatever comes out of that jar after a while would surely at least resemble peat right? You’ve already slowed decomposition. I’ve home brewed for a long time, often incredibly experimentally, and I feel pretty comfortable with that concept. Compacting biomass really does slow down decay.
The decay of the moss is what causes the acidity, I assume, just as with homebrewing. Even if it is largely anaerobic. I’m not going to influence acidity intentionally beyond my use of rainwater.
The easiest thing for me to control is temperature, and it’s the most promising one for me. I have to think that I can bring things above the normal 0ish C without risking complete decay.
Is there something flawed with this line of thinking? I’m sure there’s someone on here who could put me right.
A chairde,
I’m a yank. I’m going to ramble on a bit, so if you don’t like that kind of writing, clear off now lmfao. I won’t listen to your inevitable negative comments, so don’t bother making them. I’m having too good of a day to let you ruin it 😂
This is going to sound awfully pathetic, but I really want to work out what peat fires smell like. I could theoretically purchase like a deck-of-card sized peat brick for €20, but I figured I’d just ask if anyone had found a similar smell. I’ve some objections to importing peat. I can’t really defend it, so I’m not going to do it. Not so much as a gram.
My first thought, pathetic as it is, was to light dried, partly-decayed moss as you would an incense stick. It actually created somewhat of a delightful smell, though admittedly it didn’t burn for shit. It was like an earthy campfire. It put me in mind of an earthy, warm basement, two words that generally don’t go together. That smell alone matched the descriptions I’ve read. I’d genuinely enjoy spending time in a room that smelled like that.
I have to think at bare minimum it was similar. The appeal of peat was/is its practicality as a fuel, not necessarily its utterly unique smell. I really have to think that smell can be replicated. I would imagine the main problem would be achieving whatever “notes” come from the complexity of bog juices.
Has anyone ever light a bunch of florae on fire and sniffed it lol? If you have, or would be willing to, I’m all ears. GRMA!
(I appreciate how insane this post could look. Ah well)
As a foreign student, it’s incredibly tempting.
I’ve always loved Irish music, which led me down a rabbit hole with Irish history. I’ve done reading on the famine, post famine, and pre-civil war Ireland. I’ve spent a lot of time reading on the north too.
The last topic there got me interested in the Irish language. Tá mé ag foghlaim anois, ach tá Gaeilge crua. Tá go leor oibre. That’s all sort of cascaded, and I really want to study near a Gaeltacht. I dread engineering degrees, and business degrees. History has always been fascinating, but as a degree, it doesn’t give you that many options.
I get the impression that I can do a lot with an anthropology degree. I like the courses, and the context that it’s taught in. Would you recommend it?
I know Kneecap’s local is meant to be An Teach Beag, and dwelling in pubs is a fair amount of their lyrics, but there’s no way they can go in there anymore right? Supposedly they go in there when they aren’t on tour, but I struggle to believe that. Someone mentioned that the bartender at the teach casually mentioned that the go in there off tour, but the cynic in me thinks that it’s got to be a marketing ploy.
I figured they’d get swarmed instantly. Is that just not how Belfast works?
It’s looking more and more likely that I’ll be going to UCC next year. Right now, there’s nothing that makes it unlikely that I’d be accepted. I’m really interested in the Anthropology degree, for a multitude of reasons. Please DM me if you’ve any experience there.
But I have a few questions.
I’m shit at both Irish and singing, but I’m still very enthralled by sean-nós. I’m less shit with instruments, except Irish musicians are absolutely on something, and I’ll never match them. Pubs that have good, non-touristy sean-nós are a must for me. Whether they be in Cork or not, I’m after suggestions. I know to watch for Comhaltas stuff and pop-up Gaeltachts, but more specific pubs and groups would be grand.
I’m also interested in other Irish music. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t deeply into republican music. I’d expect Cork, out of all of the 26, to have the best pubs for that sort of thing. I’m very into other trad too, and relevant suggestions would be appreciated.
Singing is a skill that I really want to hone. I’m not tone deaf, but I definitely struggle. If anyone has suggestions there, I’d be grateful. Dunno how I’d do in a choir, but I’m not opposed to the idea.
God knows. Some guy didn’t like the number three, so I’ve had to add a fourth bullet point.
My perception of this area is that Dingle will sweep for both sean-nós and trad, but it’s a bit out of the way. If I’m wrong here, I’d be thrilled.
Go raibh maith agaibh!
Edit: ahh maybe, this doesn’t look that fun to drive in. The thunder is incredible though. Sheesh! I’ve never heard lightning this close. Rattling stuff.
Overreaction?
He does a fair job blending facts with framing, and his argument, at least a fifth of the way through the book, is very compelling.
The analysis of the JFK “affair” was interesting. O’Toole proposed that Kennedy showed what an Irishman could have been had they left their homeland, and that while Kennedy romanticized the Emerald Isle vision, Ireland really wanted modernization. Kennedy still seemed to view the Irish as a “peasant people.” Many felt he was rubbing in the fact that his life, and the lives of their family members, were so much better in the states while they were still losing. And it was a reminder of their painful history, presented to them with a toothy smile and rosy cheeks.
And at the end of the day, Kennedy hoped that America could profit from the Irish. For all of his smiles and goodwill, he was the president of the US. His motives were economic and political above everything else. Of course, this wasn’t exactly problematic. After all, it wasn’t the British this time, so it would surely be better. (O’Toole makes this argument)
That’s not to mention America’s continuing position as an imperialist power. But his charisma pitted against his conflicting vision of the island had everyone in a knot.
“All of these complexities and anxieties were beautifully simplified for us five months later in Dallas. The grief of Kennedy's assassination was profound, but it also brought relief. Grief was the emotion we could best handle. Martyrdom was familiar. My grandfather put a picture of JFK on the wall of his bedroom, next to one of Pope John XXIII, who had also died that year. The ground was firm again. 'Our consolation', de Valera told the nation in an address after the murder, 'is that he died in a noble cause, a formulation that made no sense but that linked him to Ireland's patriot dead.’”
And this is just one chapter. Each chapter presents an overview of a different experienced by Ireland in the 1960s. It’s genuinely incredibly fascinating.