Just finished late brunch, now I am off to work for a few hours (walking the lovely female dogs… well I guess I can call them bitches). Then I should be seeing some titties burlesque at the Slipper Room, then back home to work on a Power Point for U.S. Power and Politics.
P.s. More Josephine Baker cause I am working on a time machine to go back in time and get with her… sigh.
Of course I am late with this but I still have to write it… I haven’t been this happy in a long, long while and I am still happy.
I am very mindful that this is going to be a long and slow journey but I seriously think that we picked the right man for the job.
And now for story time, this one is really personal if you know where I come from. This summer I took a weekend trip to Philadelphia to visit a friend I went out to explore the city saw their great art museum, but of course I went to see the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall (you have to go if you haven’t). This is partly why I missed my bus cause I went to the hall either way I went to see the bell and I am walking to the hall take a few pictures from the back of the hall and go around to the front, as I am walking I am running my hand against the side of the building (to me the most important historical building in the country) and I get chills down my back actual chills the amount of history behind those walls.
I finally get to the front and I am looking at it (it’s raining all day and but I am taking pictures anyway) and I just stand there behind the low fence looking at the building… and I start tearing up. Tearing up because that’s where our country started we are far from perfect and there are many things I would change in this country, but in that building on a disgustingly hot few days men committed treason and faced death for something they believed in, they made a new country.
I stood in front of the building with tears running down my cheeks and realized that there is no way I could ever teach European history as interesting as it is and it is my heritage in which I lived in for 9 years, I consider myself an American certain people say I am not but to me I am just as American as they are.
I think American, I dress American, I eat American, I know the pledge of Allegiance by heart, I know my states senators and representatives, I can recite the beginning of the Declaration of Independence, I know my states signer to the Declaration, etc, etc, etc…. I am America.
I am taking new pictures to put up here. Something to document my day and traveling around the city. It’s taking longer then I thought… during the break I am going to do ride around on my bike I can bring my tri-pod and take some cool set up shots, maybe go into the city or such.
Ps Josephine Baker is hot.
I am back with a concentrated effort to get things rolling on the right track.
What is new in my life:
That’s all for now. Next time I should put up some pictures or such.
Even in this time of economic down turn, I am rebuilding. More pictures, at least 2 entries per week, more of my fabulous observations and ideas.
Give me a day or few.
