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What Trinity means to me, and what I mean to College, as a graduate

D. Joyce-Ahearne evaluates his alumnus relationship with Trinity and with College, arguing that the two are far from the same thing

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Last week, in my first act as a Trinity College alumnus, I requested my graduate reader’s card for the library. It came within five working days. In my first act as a graduate reader, I then requested a book from

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How inner-city community gardening projects are making a difference

D. Joyce-Ahearne speaks to Rian Coulter, a founder of the NCAD Community Garden Farm, and residents of the Grangegorman Community Collective about urban gardens in Dublin city centre.

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The NCAD Community Garden Farm was founded on a site which, according to former NCAD Students’ Union member and one of the garden’s founders, Rian Coulter, was “a complete cesspit of absolute urban hazards”. The garden, which is next door

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Permission to write

Online life, the abstraction of self and the role of the writer in engaging with our changing relationship with time and space: D. Joyce-Ahearne speaks to Trinity’s Writer Fellow Gavin Corbett.

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“I loved those occasions in school when you’d be punished by having to write some story that the teacher thought was an ordeal but was actually great fun, like write six pages on the inside of a table tennis ball.

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The strategic plan does not exist

Following the publication of College’s latest strategic plan, this one for the library, D. Joyce-Ahearne looks at the plan behind the plan.

COMMENTThere is a new strategic plan. Have you read it? Do you know it? The strategy. The planning. College have shared another one with us and again we are basking in a wake of concrete assurance as to the shape …

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Where writers come together

Cave Writings is quickly becoming the focal point for Dublin’s young literary set, according to its Trinity founder.

InDepthOn February 5th, in the Wine Cave of KC Peaches on Nassau Street, a group of 20 odd 20-somethings listened to each other read their poems and short stories. There was no name for what was going on until about …