Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
–From the second verse of Francis Scott Key’s poem The Star-Spangled Banner. This poem is our national anthem, though usually only the first verse is sung.
Happy Fourth of July, fellow Americans! Today we celebrate our birth as a nation. Even though I didn’t do anything in particular to celebrate today—aside from not working and listening to our national anthem—this is the best Fourth of July in a long time.
Happy Independence Day and may we have many, many more!
As you’ve probably heard, we Americans had a presidential election almost two weeks ago. Between trying to stay away and see who won—I only made it to one in the morning or so, which was before they called the election—and reading the news more in the past ten days than I have in the prior year, well, readers, I was exhausted. Much too exhausted to blog, unfortunately. I actually deleted the Twitter app early last week so I could have some peace and quiet to do some reading.
Before I deleted the app, I did a mass unfollowing of people I followed on Twitter. In the aftermath of the election, a lot of people I thought were nice suddenly revealed themselves to be… not so nice. I didn’t unfollow them because of disagreements in our views. I just have no desire to unfollow people who enthusiastically post and retweet a photo endorsing a disgusting act of violence against the future First Lady. As a result, my Twitter feed suddenly has a whole lot more Russian in it. And more Russian is never a bad thing. 🙂
Anyway, I digress. Blogging should return to normal, pre-election levels shortly. I also hope to resume Wednesday Music—I’ve actually completely forgotten about it for the past weeks!
It’s the fifteenth anniversary of the September 11 attacks and I’m not really sure what I can say anymore.
Towards the end of last year, I went to New York for the first time since the attacks took place. I stayed in a hotel near the site where the Twin Towers stood. The memorial there is very nice. So much time has passed that I feel like we’re a completely different country sometimes. There’s an entire group of people in school now—including my own cousin—who don’t remember the attacks at all and don’t fully grasp their significance. I can’t relate to that. I may not remember the Berlin Wall coming down or the Soviet Union collapsing, but at least I still recognize the significance of these events! It’s a bit demoralizing that some people don’t fully get what happened. Of course, this isn’t limited to young people. Some adults who remember the attacks still don’t get it, either. Will they ever get it? Time will tell, I suppose.
Happy Fourth of July, everyone! Today marks the glorious day in our history when we finally threw off the shackles of the British Empire once and for all. Or rather, we took the first steps that led to us throwing off those shackles. After all, the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776, but we didn’t win the war until 1783. But all is forgiven because we’ve been allies for ages, right, Brits? 😀
I hope everyone has an excellent day. I’m off from work (hooray!) and I might just watch a nice patriotic movie later. A rewatching of The Patriot doesn’t sound like a bad idea, if you ask me…
When I was younger—still a kid, because this was about fifteen years ago—a little historical film called The Patriot came out. Of course, I’m being facetious when I call it little because it was actually quite big, both in length (it’s almost three hours long) and budget. My parents and I were on vacation and they decided to rent it in the hotel we were staying at. I begged to see it with them. Even then, I loved history and historical things.
Unfortunately, I only got to see about half of it. It was so long I would have been up way past my bedtime if I watched the entire thing, and they also worried about objectionable material being present. When they determined it was fine for me to see, we rented it again once we were home and I got to see the whole thing. I loved it. Then I grew up and didn’t watch it for a number of years because I was too busy doing other things.
Last week, I read something online that reminded me of The Patriot, so I rented it and watched it last weekend. I know some people say they’re disappointed by books they reread or movies they rewatch because they don’t said book or film anymore. I’m happy to report that was definitely not the case with my rewatching of The Patriot. I love it as much as I did when I was a kid. Basically, The Patriot is a fabulous movie and you should rewatch it—or watch it for the first time if you haven’t seen it already. Here’s my advice if you decide to do so.
Getting the director’s cut is TOTALLY WORTH IT. Okay, since it costs the same as the regular version on iTunes, “worth it” may not be the best way to phrase it, but you get what I mean.
If you get the director’s cut, it’s an extra fifteen minutes or so, mainly of Jason Isaacs (the British guy, Colonel Tavington, who is the main antagonist). He’s such a great actor and it’s a shame they cut so many of his scenes. Besides, he really pulls off that British uniform quite well, if you ask me, so get the director’s cut!
It’s nice to see a good solid patriotic film. I feel like a lot of people don’t care about this country or it’s history. Heck, I’ve been fed up with a lot of what’s gone on recently, so it’s nice to see a reminder of where we came from.
And yes, I know some people may say that the British are portrayed too harshly in this film—but remember, dear British friends, you didn’t want to let us go back when we declared our independence. The government did put up quite a fight!
I completely forgot Heath Ledger was in this. It’s really sad to think that he was alive the last time I watched it…
Just go rent this movie, okay? It’s full of historical goodies: cool costumes, battles that look really realistic, and all sorts of other delights. Amadeus will probably always be my favorite movie ever—but The Patriot definitely vies for second place.
I’m reading an excellent book right now that my coworker L. lent me. It’s called Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania by Erik Larson (see it here on Goodreads, or on Amazon). It’s a great book—I love it so far. It’s quite easy to read, too, which is probably why I’ve read almost one hundred pages of it just this evening.
The book describes the circumstances behind the last voyage of Cunard Line’s ship Lusitania, a ship that the Germans sunk in 1915 at the beginning of World War I. In fact, most people in the United States are taught this was the reason our country decided to get involved in the war. (That isn’t completely true, at least according to a professor I had as an undergraduate, but that’s a story for another time.)
As I said, I’m about a hundred pages into the book. The Lusitania still hasn’t set sail on her final voyage yet. The author has been describing the circumstances around the sailing—as in, what certain passengers were doing at the time, what the captain of the U-boat that torpedoed the ship was doing, what was going on with the British Admiralty, etc.—and it’s made me realize what a different world existed back then.
For example, men’s raincoats in New York cost $6.75 apiece in 1915. Admittedly, that was “less than half their usual price” (p. 42), but still, it’s so odd to think of a decent piece of clothing with that price. (And I’m sure those raincoats were a lot better quality than the usual made-in-China rubbish that populates so many American stores nowadays!)
Here’s another interesting fact I learned: the national country with the third-most amount of passengers on board the ship was… Russia! There were 949 British citizens and 189 Americans on board—both these numbers make sense because the ship sailed between England (I guess to the port of Southampton?) and New York. But I hadn’t expected Russians to come in third place numerically. Granted, there were only 71 of them, which pales in comparison to the 949 British people, but still. (See p. 43 for more information about the passengers on the ship.)
Seriously, this book is great. It falls firmly within the realm of popular history, but that’s okay. (Remember, I’m a recovering academic, and academic historians look down on so-called popular history. I think they feel it sacrifices quality of research in order to be more accessible. There are some poorly researched popular history book, of course, but many of them are well-researched and actually written in prose that is a pleasure to read. Many academic historians would do well to write in a less abstruse manner, if you ask me.) I definitely plan on reading it a bit during my lunch break today.