Reading

Theodore Roosevelt used to read a book in a single day, so I feel like my challenge to finish four half-read books in two weeks isn’t so terribly insurmountable.

I’m about midway through: The Underground Railroad, The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt, Dreams From My Father, and John Adams. Unfortunately I have like 400 pages remaining in two of those. But, if I can finish two of these, at least I am on track for my goal this year of reading at minimum twenty-four books.

This is a very good week to try to finish The Underground Railroad (a novel about slavery) and Dreams From My Father (a memoir written by President Barack Obama). Yes I will probably cry.

Today shall be the last dry and freezing day for a while, I see from the forecast, which promises a week ahead of rain and much warmer temperatures. Right now it’s 26 degrees and I am looking ahead at a day of meal-planning, shopping, and also reading.

I have lately picked up “John Adams” to read again. The first time I did was waaaay back in 2009 so as you can imagine I don’t remember a lot about it and at the time I did not have the fascination with that time period that I now do. Now that I have read several different perspectives, it’s interesting to see how one historian paints a picture totally differently from another. For example, while he was president, Adams and his wife were deeply prejudiced against Hamilton, for reasons personal and political (the quote in my title is from Abigail Adams, describing Alexander Hamilton’s eyes, which most people described as unusually captivating), so he is viewed through that lens in this particular biography — in contrast to the account described by Ron Chernow, which is of course very sympathetic to Hamilton and critical of the Adamses. It is all subjective, of course, and there is no “right answer.” None of us were there, after all. We take what we can get from fragments of mostly biased documents, and then put together as many facts as possible.

Oh and huge pet peeve lately, and one reason I decided to abandon Tumblr: people who project modern, contemporary morality and ideology on to people of the distant past. I really do not understand the logic in that. I suspect that those who engage in this the most are still quite young. At least I hope that’s their excuse.

Courage

I look forward to acts of courage this year by my fellow Americans, those of us who are decent, good, curious, and possessing integrity. I know there are many of us, but we just don’t SCREAM as loudly as the other side. It has ever been thus.

The acts of courage and integrity that would aid our people the most would come from those who call themselves “Republicans.” Unfortunately, their faction is in such a state of paralysis that it is party above country that they value. And that’s the truth.

I really don’t understand how the hell this happened. I am trying to care and want to save this country but I am starting to think maybe it’s a bit of a lost cause and that the spirit of ignorance, greed, fear, and dishonesty — which their side embraces! — will grow unchecked.

BUT THEN I remember — the good guys won the popular vote. And Hamilton could have saved us, but that didn’t happen, and for that, I’m sorry. We have to do better next time. We will.

My Christmas Presents

I read the Vowell one pretty quickly. The Washington bio is third in the queue right now, behind “The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt” and “The Underground Railroad.” One of my aspirations for this year is to complete a minimum two books per month. I better get on it. This means reading at times other than bedtime.

On a related note, I am so proud to be a native of the state of Washington, for so many reasons.

The Musical and its Aftermath

Good morning. About six months ago, I finally satisfied a curiosity about the musical “Hamilton” which had been brewing for a little while, at last succumbing to the hype by purchasing the original soundtrack (I will probably never see it performed live in any Broadway-scale capacity, or if I do it will be a decade hence). I listened to it a few times, then daily, then all the time. Then I bought Chernow’s book.

I brought the book with me to my weekend getaway to Port Townsend in July, intending to start it there while on my vacation. My first night in my hotel room, I cracked open the 800-page biography. It grabbed me and didn’t let go. I finished it in exactly 30 days (bear in mind I have two daughters and not a ton of time to sit around reading). I read it so voraciously that its massive weight caused a strain in my wrist. And I got the paperback.

Anyway it’s been downhill from there. After finishing “Alexander Hamilton”, I read the book of his writings. Or most of it. Then I found the founders archives online. And so on and so forth. I am all in. I have a new passion and it has consumed me wholly.

The interesting part of all this is that while I still enjoy the musical of “Hamilton”, it has fallen to the wayside. I appreciate it for what it is, but I now understand that it’s only a jumping off point. I now understand that it is absolutely riddled with inaccuracies. I mean almost every song contains some kind of non-fact. I guess I get the reasons why this was done, but this play is being heavily consumed by kids, and I hope they know that a good history book will clear up the real story for them. I hope they use it the way I did, as a gateway into research.

The other thing that happened is that while my newfound interest started with Hamilton himself, it quickly spread to curiosity about early American life, the role of women in that world, and the many other people who were involved in the founding of this country. Like for instance, Marie-Joseph-Paul-Yves-Roch-Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. He loved this country so much that he came here illegally to join the Revolution and fight for free. Here he is hanging out at Mount Vernon with his surrogate father, George Washington.

This is one of my favorite Alexander Hamilton portraits, perhaps because he is so young and his hair isn’t powdered, and maybe it’s not an accurate likeness but at least it’s not a Charles Peale, who was very bad at art and yet somehow did lots of shitty portraits.

This is actually a detail view of Alonzo Chappel’s portrait of Hamilton as a captain in the New York artillery. I love the helmet. I love his rosy cheeks and his strawberry blonde hair. I sense that the artist put these details there intentionally, because he remembered them. And of course I love his intense face, thinking about shooting some fucking redcoats. In the full picture, his arms are folded over his chest, he’s leaning on a redoubt, and is wearing black stockings and a sword. It’s the best.

You will oblige me singularly

I’m still re-acclimating to this format, but I am determined. As a kind of test, and a taste of what is to come, my friends, observe the above letter, which I shall transcribe here:

Sir, I am extremely anxious to get across to Head Quarters this night, and it seems hardly possible to cross the river here, or not without great risk. I wish to hire a couple of horses one for myself and one for my servant to cross the river at West Point with a guide to conduct us across the Mountain. I will pay him handsomely for his trouble. You will oblige me singularly if you can assist me upon this occasion.
I am Sir, Yr Most Obed Ser, A. Hamilton, Aide DeCamp to the Commander in Chief

Fish Kill Landing, Tuesday Evening (1781)

I never thought I would teach my eyes to read this kind of script, but here we are. This letter was written by Colonel Alexander Hamilton to an unknown person toward the end of the Revolutionary War.

Hey

Well it has been nearly three years, time to bring this back from the dead. Surprised it took me this long. I tire of Facebook, Tumblr is a mess, Twitter limits my words. I have owned jane.org for nineteen years and I might as well do something with it again.

If anyone is reading this, buckle up for a shitload of posts about American History.

Oh and my girls are great, aged 4 and 7, loving school.

What else? Oh yeah, that monstrosity is #NotMyPresident.

bainbridge

This morning I took the girls to KidiMu on Bainbridge Island to meet up with Melissa and Frankie for some fun times and lunch. They have an outdoor climbing wall now, which I’d love to see Freya climb. I’m sure Audrey will be up there pretty soon. She needs very little encouragement to climb.

Acupuncture seems to have calmed my chest pain most of the day though it resurfaced mid afternoon. Freya didn’t nap so I didn’t really get a chance to relax at all. I’m ok though. The hand and wrist pain is just about gone. I’m really only dealing with sharp occasional aches in the ribcage (chest xray was normal) and now some GI pain similar to last fall, when I was also highly stressed.

Sometimes I wonder if all this stuff I’m going through is the physical culmination of a lifetime of stress, anxiety, and so on. I would like to finally be free of that. To experience the peace I see in so many people around me, including my own husband.

In the bath now. I’m going to relax with the ballgame on the radio. I peeked at Facebook for the first time in six days. Looks like I’m not missing much, and vice versa.

getting it done

No television at all for two full days has resulted in greater productivity, more energy, better mood. Huh. And I’m gratified to see that Freya hasn’t asked for tv at all.

Because it’s never truly easy, today I’ve got some pretty intense mittelschmerz. About to employ some Tylenol for that.

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