fearlesstemp: (mr. smith with book)
I've got three big assignments to finish tonight and I'm only just wrapping up the first. It is the longest, at least, so there's hope I'll get to bed before 1AM. One of these assignments relates to the Gettysburg Address (I have to lead a discussion in class tomorrow about how they're considering putting in a casino near the battlefield), and I came across the GA in my research and really, it's so incredible that you feel like you must force it on all you come across. So I'm posting it here, ten days after the Fourth (John Adams wouldn't mind about this, since he resented the whole July 4th bonanza because he thought it glorified Thomas Jefferson for something that was really the result of a lot of people's efforts, and that the real date to celebrate was May 15, when the delegates finally voted to declare independence, but that's neither here nor there).

The Gettysburg Address, given November 19, 1863 at the dedication of the Soldiers' National Cemetery:

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.
fearlesstemp: (mr. smith and saunders)
The big question of the day: Will I make it home tonight? My father used my car this weekend and, as is his way, left it almost completely out of gas this morning. I gambled and scooted to work on around an eighth of a tank because I had no time to stop this morning, and I have a vague memory of a gas station in the skeevy part of town about a mile away under a bridge, but (a) I may be imagining that, and (b) skeevy part of town under a bridge.

Wish me luck. At least I have my new cell phone should I end up stranded!

I have not mentioned this yet! I have a new cell phone! It is awesome! I get reception in my house! I am so happy! Look at my abuse of exclamation points!

Over the weekend, I went out to visit The Infamous Annie, and did many exciting things like:

-Watched The Bourne Supremacy again (love it!);
-Watched six hours of Keen Eddie, my latest foolish DVD purchase (love it! Details may follow);
-Watched three hours of Freaks and Geeks, Annie's latest foolish DVD purchase (love it in that OMG it hurts my heart because it's so right kind of way);
-Gossiped a lot; and
-Ate an unholy amount of food.

And then I came home and watched the special on The History Channel about the War of 1812, which I had been looking forward to for weeks (yes, that's just how lame I am). It did not disappoint! Fascinating stuff! For example, did you know that the American soldiers retreated so fast from the Battle of Washington that the chasing British soldiers collapsed of heatstroke? Go us!

Also: Dolly Madison was awesome, and I have a new respect for Baltimore. Is that intriguing enough to get you guys to watch the program? You should! It's great. Andrew Jackson shows up for the last twenty minutes, and everyone knows how he livens up a party!

(Speaking of Andrew Jackson – he totally broke my heart. When I was sixteen, I read The President's Lady, which was this historical novel about his relationship with his wife, who was this totally unsuitable divorcee but who he just loved SO MUCH. I was totally in love with him, and idealized him and his whole new democracy, party in the streets inauguration thing, and then I realized that he was responsible for the Trail of Tears! Horror! Betrayal! And that's how I learned not to put political leaders on pedestals.)

After the War of 1812 was over, I watched my tape of Jack and Bobby, which I was spiritually obligated to do. They namechecked the Kennedy mystique in the series title! They totally had me!

jack and bobby )

5PM! I'm outta here
fearlesstemp: (cartoony self)
I was going to do that name meme, but I realized that it kind of began and ended with, "If you call me Jess, then you are...just about everyone I know." Except my Uncle Kevin and cousin Emma who call me Jessie, and my father who calls me Honeybunch, and my brother who calls me Sloppy Jr., and my mother who calls me Jessica when she's really mad at me. But other than that? Jess all the way.

Typing that made me realize how important it is to write things down because for a second there, I completely froze up because I remember right after my grandfather died, I used to think of the way he said my name and how it got to me just to think of it, and for a second there right now I couldn't remember it -- if it was a special nickname, or a shortening of my name, or just the way he looked when he said it. This is why I should write things other than my boring-ass job frustrations in this journal! I'm going to look back on this later and just go from entry to entry, all, "Day X. Job is annoying, cat did something wacky and/or annoying, JC is dreamy, vote Democratic. Day Y. Job is annoying, family member did something wacky and/or annoying, JC is dreamy, vote Democratic." I should use this to remember things! But I don't, of course.

For those of you wondering: it wasn't a nickname or anything; it was just the way he looked when he said it, sitting in his favorite chair at the kitchen table next to the window, paper spread out in front of him. "Heya, Jess," he'd say, always with a big smile. Always. He always called my mother Margie and my cousin John Jack, all things my uncle Kevin does now, in almost the same voice, which was unnerving at first but is comforting now.

I continue to have this low-level obsession with the whole Same-Sex Marriage Amendment and Ralph Nader, two things which I know are mostly part of my misdirected anxiety over this year's presidential election. I drove home tonight talking to myself about this, which makes me wonder if I'm a crazy person. I mean, I know most people talk to themselves occasionally (right? right? no? okay then.), but do other people ever spend, like, an entire commute ride talking themselves through issues? I thought passing cars probably thought I was crazy so a couple of times I tried to bop my head around like I was listening to music or something instead of ranting about the Federalist Papers, but that made me feel even more insane and pathetic (something I would have thought difficult to do). But bottom line, I really think everyone should go out there and read Federalist No. 10 because it's AWESOME and totally explains everything you need to know about the Constitution and why we were set up the way we are. I know you're sitting there thinking, "Jess, putting 'Federalist No. 10' and 'awesome' in the same sentence is, quite frankly, really nerdy." To that I say, "You're right!"

Come on! It's titled "The Same Subject Continued" -- doesn't that make you want to jump into the reading right there? Anyway. I like it. It comforts me. I've had a copy of The Federalist Papers by my bed for the past couple of weeks, since I dug it out of the basement after the President's assertion that a Constitutional Amendment was the proper way of addressing the public's concerns about homosexuality. Hello, no! Totally not!

As for Ralph Nader, I don't know how many people out there have seen Jerry Maguire but you know that scene between Tom Cruise and Cuba Gooding Jr. in the bathroom, where Tom Cruise starts flipping out and kicking the walls? THAT'S how I feel about Ralph Nader and his supporters right now. And I know there are people on my flist who voted for him in the past and who may wish to vote for him in the future, and I'm sure you're lovely people, but much like Tom in Jerry Maguire -- I'm just VERY FRUSTRATED by the Nader thing right now. I mean, it's not like Tom doesn't like Cuba in that scene! He does! He's just very upset and confused! Like me right now, with Naderites.

And that's all I have to say right now. Except! I made one of those little make-your-own-icons! Except the hair is too long and, I fear, kind of looks like a mullet. For the record: I do not have a mullet. I did, back in 1987 or so, but in my defense, I was seven at the time. Mistakes were made. Anyway, I went with the longer hair because I wanted to communicate the curliness of my hair and that seemed the best way, even if my actual hair is quite short at this point.

Bedtime.
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You know who was cool? Eugene V. Debs. Had to read a biography on him for class today, and while I'm not completely confident in the objectivity of the author (the book kind of read like it was written by the press secretary of the I *heart* Eugene Victor Debs Fan Club, but it is a pretty well-known and regarded book, I think, so I'm thinking it's not completely inaccurate), it wasn't too bad a read for a four hundred plus page biography. It was made even more enjoyable by the fact that I kind of skipped a bunch of the middle so I'd get to the end before class tonight. But I will go back and read the middle, honest! Someday.

I'm so wiped out. I stayed up until about 3:30 last night writing a paper for class, then got up at a little before seven, and now I know I should go to bed or I'll die tomorrow, but of course, right now, it seems more important to me that I check my email a few more times and write this fascinating LJ entry.

Randomly: In the middle of class today, I took a swig of Diet Coke and a bit of it went down the wrong way just as my professor was getting going on this huge tangent. I was sitting right next to him so I tried not to cough, eventually holding my breath to the point that I could feel myself turning red and the people on the other side of the table started looking at me oddly, so I coughed a bit and stuff and it got bearable, and now I've got this random cough going on, like because I held off on clearing my throat immediately, my windpipe is going to punish me all night by being ticklish. Weirdness.

I saw Lost in Translation over the weekend and it was so great. I'd been looking forward to it for so long that I kind of didn't want to see it anymore, because I was afraid it would be lame or disappointing but it wasn't. It was great. I love it when movies live up to and exceed your expectations.

Bedtime.
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for James Madison, oddly enough. I'm really feelin' the love for him the last few weeks. I mean, he wasn't perfect, he was a total elitist (we must protect the rich from the scary poor ignorant masses!) but regarding a lot of other things he was just brilliant. I mean, Federalist No. 10 just rocks the house as far as I'm concerned.

A lot of the time I just feel like Madison's the Rodney Dangerfield of our founding fathers. I mean, everyone knows Jefferson and Washington, even Addams, but Madison? Not so much. I mean, he basically framed our Constitution and gave us our best insight into the Constitutional Convention with his Notes. Where's the love?

Sigh.

If it isn't already obvious, I've spent the last few hours submerged in The Federalist Papers (a big bucket of fun, that is). I have to give a dumbass oral presentation tomorrow on some of them. Hate those! And yet I feel like I have to give one every friggin' week with this class.

Speaking of the presentation, I must get mine ass in gear to finish it up before I fall asleep. Fun City!

(NOTE: I am not one to dis bad Angelfire fan pages. I have created a bad Angelfire page. I suck at web design, don't go much beyond fill-in-the-little-scrolly-boxes. A friend of mine said recently that her love for Colin Firth was going to cause her to "create a bad Angelfire fan page" and the phrase has stuck with me, so, naturally, I stole it.)

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