“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: College class of 2012 (English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor), looking for work/applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
I post and reblog: things I think are pretty, things that intrigue me, things I'm a fan of, and things I care about.
Common themes include: books, writing, movies, more books, cozy beds, breakfasts, Doctor Who, Sherlock, feminist issues, and occasional pieces of my life.
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HISTORY MEME: (2/6) Women - Abigail Adams
Abigail Adams (November 22, 1744 – October 28, 1818) was the wife of John Adams, the first Vice President, and second President, of the United States, and the mother of John Quincy Adams, the sixth President of the United States. She was the first Second Lady of the United States and second First Lady of the United States.
Adams’s life is one of the most documented of the first ladies: she is remembered for the many letters she wrote to her husband while he stayed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, during the Continental Congresses. John frequently sought the advice of Abigail on many matters, and their letters are filled with intellectual discussions on government and politics. The letters serve as eyewitness accounts of the American Revolutionary War home front. (+) (+)
“I desire you would remember the ladies and be more generous and favorable to them than your ancestors. Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the husbands. Remember, all men would be tyrants if they could. If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.”
As I have mentioned, First Lady history is my fave. I may or may not have a book project in the works about it.
Ugh, I got so mad at Alex Trebek today. I usually find him painfully awkward while also being unable to imagine anyone else doing his job, but today, after someone correctly responded to a clue about the alphabetically first First Lady first name (first first first), he referred to the people who had that name as “Mrs. John Adams and Mrs. Millard Fillmore”.
DO NOT EVER REFER TO WIVES AS EXTENSIONS OF THEIR HUSBANDS WITH NO IDENTITIES OF THEIR OWN OH MY GOD ACCORD THEM BASIC RESPECT AS HUMAN BEINGS.
Especially not a badass like Abigail Adams.
The Fault in Our Stars was on Jeopardy just now!
"Torchwood is a spinoff and an anagram of this BBC show."
Currently at my cousin’s place around the corner, babysitting their sleeping baby. He’s so adorable, but I keep only seeing him after his bed time, so I don’t get to play with him!
So here I am taking advantage of borrowing a mac to use photobooth in the oddly yellow-lit living room. That lighting plus how the migration of some of my mascara/my end of day tiredness create glorious circles under my eyes equals me looking kind of weird, BUT SUCH IS LIFE.
Oh well—it’s time for final Jeopardy.
Or rather, it was the correct response, in the form of a question, in response to an answer. Whatever.
They wanted to know what Quaker-founded school Dukakis went to in Pennsylvania, AND IT WAS MY SCHOOL. Not the University of Pennsylvania, like one contestant guessed.
Actually, none of them got it. Swarthmore is woefully unknown.
Whatever: I also posted about this on facebook, and several people got excited about it, so I feel pretty good about this.
Tonight’s final Jeopardy was about Stamford connecting Holmes and Watson!
Four for you, Mike Stamford. You go, Mike Stamford.