I took this photo in the Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles last summer.
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- RH
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March 12, 2013
February 27, 2013
Fred McFeely Rogers (March 20, 1928 – February 27, 2003)
I met Mr. Rogers once. We’re both fellow alums of Rollins College, and I ran into him on campus one clear, hot morning. He stayed connected to the school right up to the end of his life (his wife occasionally played piano with the Bach Festival). All we did was exchange a kind “hello,” but somehow that was more than enough. After all, he’d already been my friend and neighbor for as long as I could remember.
- RH
(Source: lemonyandbeatrice, via martyr-eater)
January 13, 2013
I occasionally link things I post on Tumblr to my Twitter account. Perhaps it makes sense for me to tie the two together more often? If so, this is my Twitter info:
https://twitter.com/Trafalgar_RGH
Feel friend to come follow me on there. I tend to talk a little bit more about politics, personal stuff, etc. on Twitter. If you’re saying especially interesting things, I’ll try my best to remember to follow back!
- RH
October 15, 2012
"You are more to me than any of them has any idea; you are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things…I think of you day and night."
— Oscar Wilde, in a Letter to Lord Alfred Douglas. (via bebemoon)
(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via cultured-fuck)
October 11, 2012
Right, it’s my 5,000th post. As per the established Ryan’s Rules of Order, I must now post a picture of myself. You see, I agreed to post a personal photo every 1,000 posts for folks who asked to see what I looked like. I think personal photo posting always runs the risk of being a bit vain, so I agreed to do it on a limited, periodical basis. But just to prove my reluctance with taking this too seriously, today you get to see my ugly derrière!
=)
That’s me hanging out in New York City’s Central Park this past summer. I had a whale of a time, and I was especially glad to see my dearest, oldest friend (she’s a bit famous, actually: http://spookychan.tumblr.com/ ).
- RH
September 21, 2012
I’ve been getting up early three days a week for a month now to help old relatives manage their physical therapy. I spend every Saturday with my aging grandfather watching football.
I know this is wrong of me to say, but I’d really like to have my life and my sleep schedule back.
September 16, 2012
The normative usage of the term “traditional marriage” is invidious. Love should not be sanctified solely by past history.
- RH
September 11, 2012
Oh, Thank the Deity!
I’ve been officially excused from JURY DUTY tomorrow morning at 8am!!!
I have an honest, valid excuse for not going (I’ve been helping to drive elderly relatives to their physical therapy sessions), but I might have cried if the Court hadn’t accepted my excuse and compelled me to go and do this unpleasant task anyway. This was my third summons in the last five years, one of which was for Federal jury duty! The worst part of all is that there’s a 99.8% chance I will never get selected for jury duty because of the type of academic work I do (this is what my lawyer friends tell me, anyway). Not that this stops the automated system from sending me a summons, mind you! And sure enough, I’ve never been selected to sit on a jury.
The one time I did actually get asked a question during voir dire:
Lawyer’s question: “Would you have a problem with considering only the facts of this case as they are presented to you?”
My answer: “Facts can be incorrectly interpreted and stated under certain circumstances.”
Lawyer’s response: Quiet, involuntary groaning noise.
Really, it’s just better for the legal system if they permanently pull my name from the random selection pool they use. =)
- RH
P.S. For the record, I have no objections to doing my civic duty and serving on a jury… I’m just extremely dubious that I will ever be asked to do more than perform a dog and pony show of required appearances followed by dismissals from service.
September 3, 2012
I made a new friend last night! He made me sneeze a lot, though. =(
But I’m going to go hang out with him again tonight. Because cat therapy is better than almost anything else in the world!
- RH
September 3, 2012
Home after a nice night out with friends. You know, I’m very thankful to all my friends for everything they do for me. They may disappoint me sometimes, but they’re always there for me — even when times get rough.
- RH
September 2, 2012
August 31, 2012
Off to go buy my Mother a new laptop… Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Exactly what I want to be doing on a Friday night.
Ugh.
Toodles, Tumblr. Keep me sane with good posts this weekend, please.
- RH
August 31, 2012
“Hello, Heisman!” intones the great Keith Jackson in this video, and Hail to the Victors plays in response.
College Football has finally returned for another year! It is the one American sport I care about deeply, and it has brought me a great deal of joy — and occasional heartbreak — over the years. If you asked me to do word association for “America,” I might well say one of two things:
1. Apple Pie
OR
2. College Football
As far as I am concerned, it should be our national sport. And make no mistake, that’s exactly what it is down here in the South.
So, let us begin another season of waking up the echoes, “dotting the I,” yelling “Roll Tide, Roll!,” playing 2001, running down the hill, sipping cocktails outdoors, shooting it up at the Red River shore, and finding ways to “Fight On!” out West.
Fall is finally here!!
- RH
“GO GAMECOCKS!”
August 30, 2012
The Insult Party
I was deeply offended tonight by Paul Ryan’s Acceptance Speech line that said:
“College graduates should not have to live out their 20s in their childhood bedrooms, staring up at fading Obama posters and wondering when they can move.”
Guess what? I’m hanging out in my childhood bedroom with my “fading Obama poster” hanging on the wall this very night. You know why I’m here? Because the job I had as a school teacher got axed when the economy under George W. Bush completely imploded. I went back to grad school on limited funding assistance — something else that’s been on the Republican chopping block for as long as I can remember — to get better credentials in the hopes that I will become a more attractive teaching candidate. And why do I need to have better credentials to be a more attractive teaching candidate now that the worst of the economic downturn has passed? Well, in a Florida school system that has continued to see drastic cuts in its funding by … wait for it … the Tea Party backed Republican Legislature, there are simply fewer jobs than there should be. So that’s why my mother allowed me the humbling privilege of staying at home while I work my ass off in grad school (I have a 4.0 GPA in my third year of graduate work). She hopes that one day soon I’ll be able to use my graduate degree to overcome the economy you and your ilk wrecked, and that I’ll then be able to teach the kids that your team have undermined by underfunding schools and limiting teacher’s job prospects.
So, Paul Ryan, don’t imply that I’m some loser who is sitting at home waiting on the Hope that never came. I’m sitting at home because you and your GOP friends make it very difficult for me to do the teaching work that I love doing. And the Obama poster is still hanging on the wall because I still believe in the President as someone who values my dreams and aspirations of becoming a really good school teacher someday. These are, of course, the same dreams and aspirations that you would happily cut and eliminate as “needless government waste” in your Ayn Rand inspired privatization budget.
You insulted me tonight, Paul Ryan. But I’m not going to be a pawn in your generational game. President Obama will get my vote come November.
- RH
August 28, 2012
So academic life is not good for maintaining hobbies. One of my hobbies, playing guitar, has fallen seriously by the wayside since I’ve been in grad school. I decided last night that I needed to find time to play more often, and so I plugged in my Strat and decided to practice this afternoon. I quickly got bored with practicing and started to play. Man, what a mistake! Not only was I rusty as hell, my fingers are now absolutely on fire!
Turns out to be the case that my callouses have all but disappeared. I only got in about an hour’s worth of playing before a nasty blister formed on my middle finger. And then it popped.
I can’t win for losing right now.
- RH
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