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2005

April

  • Stealing the mayor’s identity

    Normally, the TV news round here is a mixture of the banal and the depressing - a lot of drunk-driving judges and gang-related shootings (in Albuquerque, I should stress, not up here).

    But last night KOBTV - the local NBC affiliate - put together some fantastic stories.

  • Talk about Writers’ Websites

    In my unlikely capacity as both a professional writer and a professional website developer, I’ve been asked to talk to the New Mexico branch of the writers’ group PEN, on the subject of writers’ websites.

    It’s next Tuesday, May 2nd, at 3pm in the Wheelwright Museum on Museum Hill in Santa Fe.

    There’ll be slides and examples (of my sites and others), as well as refreshments and the like. All are welcome.

  • UK election looms

    There’s a general election in the UK on May 2nd. Although I was born and raised in England, and still have my UK passport, I don’t get a vote now I’m out of the country (which is as it should be).

    But I’ve been following the campaign, and it’s clear that while Labour look likely to get back in, the most important thing is the shift to the right they’ve adopted to get them re-elected.

    The Lib Dems (formerly the centrist party) have now become the most left-wing party, and Blair’s government is looking more centre-right than European-style Social Democratic.

  • What’s it like running a family yoga centre, then?

    Just want to direct you to a great article by my sister Uma on the work that she’s doing running a yoga centre in London:

    About sixty med students in a giant gym are being spun around in a strange form of holistic therapy circuit-training. In addition to the Sitaram mini yoga class set up in one corner, there is Nick the acupuncturist from the Gateway clinic needling everybodyís ears, a massage therapist in the back of the hall teaching Indian head massage, Yinka the oesteopath manipulating spines behind some screens, and Ilena the homeopath holding court in the lecture theatre.

    After initial introductions, the doctors in training spend twenty-five minutes in turn with each of us, moving from one practitioner to the next. When they get to the yoga mats and realise they can take off their shoes and lie down, they all decide they love it the best, and seem fascinated to discover how the yoga they are doing can be modified and adapted for everyone from a three day old baby through to an ageing ex marathon runner with chronic lower back problem and shoulders so stiff he canít lift his arms. I tell them all about the nursery class earlier in the week, and emphasise the benefits of yogic breath and relaxation. They donít take much convincing. It is a great event to be part of: sowing seeds of positive yoga therapeutic experience for our future generations of doctors.

    The full article is here, on my sister’s site.

  • Bumper Stickers

    This town loves its bumper stickers - and there are many different sorts.

    Firstly, there’s the Euro-tastic country-code stickers beloved of expats. So you’re Swiss, and you make sure you’ve got a CH sticker on your car, or a GB (most often seen on the back of Land Rovers), or SW (most often seen on the back of Volvos) or any number of other ones.

    Here I must confess, we’re no different. There’s an IRL sticker waiting to go on the bumper of the CRV. When I worked in the Silicon Valley for an Irish company, my time on the commute down the 101 from San Francisco was spent watching all the Euro stickers go past. Given all the Irish folks in our company, people used the county stickers for extra granulation - so I knew it was Ronan’s black Civic coupe because it had the three towers of Dublin on the back.

  • The blogging’s back

    I’m back blogging again. Spent a chunk of the weekend rebuilding this site - I hope you like it.

    There’s more to do (tweaking the header graphic, getting the XHTML to validate), but with luck it will prove a stable and happy home for a while to come.

    You might notice a lot of dodgy comments still kicking around. When I imported the blog entries and articles from the old system to the new, it brought the comments along for the ride.

  • About me

    David enjoys a coffee in the south of France. Wouldn't you?I’m a 34 year-old writer, journalist and Internet-type person, recently moved from Dublin to Santa Fe, New Mexico. I grew up in England, raised by an Irish mother and an English father, and have the gall to cheer for both teams. My Dad had been a jazz musician, and together with my mother created a home that was a little more relaxed than the others in my Home Counties street.

    As an undergraduate at Cambridge I studied the unlikely subject known as Anglo-Saxon, Norse and Celtic - essentially, history and languages of Britain and Ireland from 500-1000AD. I had no idea I’d end up writing a book about it - The Accidental Pilgrim. In 1993, after a year of working on company newspapers such as Thames Water News writing articles about sewage treatment works, I escaped to Dublin to do a Masters in Anglo-Irish Literature at Trinity College.

    I was supposed to go back to England after that, but never really got round to it, and my professional life has been a mixture of writing and high-technology work, including freelance journalism for The Irish Times, The Illustrated London News, and the acclaimed US online magazine, Salon.

    The day job is running my own web development firm, Moore Consulting - we build sites and consult on usability, accessibility and content creation.

    I’m married, and settled in Euro-feeling and liberal Santa Fe, New Mexico doing the web work, and I’ve also started work on the second book, which recounts my 2000 mile bike ride from Fargo, North Dakota to New Orleans, following the Mississippi River. 

  • Books

    The Accidental Pilgrim

    The Accidental Pilgrim cover (UK and Ireland first edition - it got purple for the reprint)
    My first book, published by Hodder Headline Ireland in early 2005, follows my 2000-mile bicycle journey across Europe in pursuit of Celtic Saint Columbanus. A short synopsis runs like this:

    “When an Irishman, an Englishman, a man with an identity crisis and an inexperienced cyclist are all the same person, scaling the heights of the Alps on a cheap tourer seems as reasonable a way as any to get to the bottom of things . . .

    After one Silicon Valley project meeting too many, David Moore returned to Dublin with too much money to get a real job, and no idea what to do next. The Accidental Pilgrim follows the recovering dotcommer as he rides two thousand miles across Europe in pursuit of himself and the Celtic saint Columbanus - the Roy Keane of the early medieval Church. A bad-ass early Irish saint who wouldn’t stand for such ephemeral notions as identity crises, if anyone could sort the craic-loving but well-mannered young man, Columbanus would.

    On the way to the saint’s final resting place in northern Italy, there are bee-stings in Malin Head, melting roads along the Loire, and instant celebrity in eastern France. A freewheeling traveller’s tale with a dash of medieval history thrown in, The Accidental Pilgrim presents an unlikely double-act and a rewarding journey. “

    More information on the Accidental Pilgrim website.


    The Next Book - ?The Red State Blues?

    In the summer of 2003, I got back on the bike (this time a swanky Titanium steed, with some help from Airborne) and rode all the way down the Mississippi from northern Minnesota to New Orleans, Louisiana.

    2000 miles, 11 states, three punctures and countless bottles of water. Work on this book is underway, with the provisional title, The Red State Blues. The first draft is completed, but there’ll be more news as and when.