I am more excited about the prospect of working towards my Ph.D. than I am about doing research for the M.A. that I still haven’t obtained.
This might be a problem.
My life, summed up in two things. My adorable “perpetual kitten” Tabitha (Tabby), and my thesis prospectus (submission two of three, there were still edits remaining after this).
It is so hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that today marks the 150th anniversary of Pickett’s Charge. I am so sad that I wasn’t able to financially or physically swing attendance at the 150th anniversary re-enactment down in Pennsylvania. I imagine that it must have been a sight to behold. I toy with the idea of making it down there for the 175th anniversary, but holy shit, I will be 54 years old then. Damn.
Apparently there was even a rainbow there this week. How beautiful.
History is just so raw, crippling, stark, and yet magnificently beautiful , all at once. This is our heritage.
If you think it has nothing to do with you, because you were born almost 150 years later, you could not be more wrong.