I didn't get a chance to write anything about it yesterday because I was stuck having to drive across almost the entire state of Texas, but yesterday was James Joyce's birthday. It was also the anniversary of the first printing of Ulysses in 1922. Sitting in a hotel room with a clogged, cloudy head I can't muster up much to say about my favorite writer and artist right now but I promise I will have some major posts on the greatest writer of them all coming up very soon.
(I can offer this one quick little nugget from the road trip that's relevant to the topic: We stayed a couple nights with a friend of mine in Arizona and she told us that her daughter is actually a direct descendant of Parnell.)
Until then, I encourage you to go listen to Frank Delaney's James Joyce Birthday Rap. And if you haven't been listening to his weekly 5-minute podcasts deciphering Ulysses then you've been missing out.