Sunday, March 01, 2009
Music Update
On Tuesday the new U2 album comes out, and if Rolling Stone is correct, this could be the best album of the year(I'm a little skeptic.) Also, (I'll)be on the look out for new albums from Blink 182, Third Eye Blind, Dave Matthews Band (minus Leroy), and Brand New.
'Till then, just listen to some good old music from these bands - (Achtung Baby/U2 - Ennema of the State/Blink 182 - Out of Vein/3eb - Before These Crowded Streets/Dave - and Sic Transit Gloria/Brand New)
'Till then, just listen to some good old music from these bands - (Achtung Baby/U2 - Ennema of the State/Blink 182 - Out of Vein/3eb - Before These Crowded Streets/Dave - and Sic Transit Gloria/Brand New)
The Aggression of the Northerner
(Note - From the Memoirs of Robert E. Lee)
Ch. 3 The Aggression of the Northerner
As a youth Robert E. Lee was branded with many different nick names from many different sources. Some called him Robert such as his loving mother Susan. Some called him Bob or Bobby such as his strict father William H. Lee III, and some called him stupid, but that is another story altogether. To go along with the nicknames, there was the desired result of calling him by such a name. In as much as his mother used his true name, she was also convening her love and affection for her son. His father on the other hand wish for a son with whom he could play catch, and thus gave him a fun and simple name by which he would be called.
Growing up on the north side of a small Dutch village in Virginia was an exciting time for young Robert. His families’ house sat on the top of lushes green hills surrounded on 3 sides by thick forest. The house was nothing to boast of, but the family did not live in poverty. During the summer months Robert would spend his time fishing, hunting, reading, and tending to 2 dozen chickens that his family owned. This was a relaxing time to say the least, but Robert was much more interested in the seasons where he was called off to grammar school. He dreamt during the long cool summer nights of what subjects and worlds he would journey to in his next year of school.
This particular story starts on the second to last day of summer before the start of his 15th year and the beginning of a new year of studies. You see, his birthday and the first day of school happened to be on the same day each year. It would seem as if his love for education came from the fact that he was born on the day that the children of Bernardsville set off on a new adventure in the realm of learning. It was a Saturday and Robert was herding the chickens into their coop before diner. Little did he know that an event was to take place that would forever change his life and the events there-in.
The last chicken was squawking and making evil eyes at Robert as he shooed it into the coop. This evening it had been extremely difficult to get all the chickens rounded up because they were in such an intense game of Sardines that even when he called to them to say that the game was over, the few that were hiding persisted on staying hid. Frustrated and pooped, he reached to close the gate to the coop when he was struck in the head with a small but solid rock. He turned quickly to see a dirty little boy in nothing but overalls standing about 20 paces to his right.
“What did you do that for, you tyke?” he sputtered at the boy. But the boy made no reply. “I said... what did you throw a rock at me for you miserable cur?” Than the boy who seemed as though he had just been in a pig pen picked up another stone and launched it with extreme accuracy at Robert’s knee. It struck the knee squarely and Robert let out a howl.
“Watch who your calling a cur, you ninny!” said the dirty boy quite sternly. Robert was extremely confused. He saw no reason why this boy was viciously attacking him with no reason what-so-ever. Robert moved towards the boy and asked,
“What’s your name n what’s your problem?”
“My name is Ulysses” replied the dirty boy, “and I don’t like you!” This confounded Robert. In all of his 15 years he had never had anyone not like him. He was the most beloved child in all of Bernardsville, and for all he knew the entire world.
“I don’t understand! Did I somehow offend you?” Robert asked softly.
“I don’t like you, I don’t like Bernardsville, and I don’t like Virginia!” exclaimed the boy coldly. That was the final stalk of grain for Robert. Now one talked bad about Virginia in his presence and got away with it. Earlier that year he had slapped an old hobo for saying that Virginia was not as pretty as Pennsylvania.
“This means was!” Robert shouted. “You will regret the day you even thought of slandering Virginia!” Just then, Robert turned to see all of the chickens had either flown the coop or quickly ran from the coop which he had forgotten to close when he was rudely interrupted by the stone. By the time he had gathered all the chickens the dirty boy was long gone.
Though he and the young Ulysses did not come to blows that fateful day, he had entered a verbal contract of war with the young insolent boy. This has been written know to put to rest all of the misconceptions of how the war of Northern Aggression came about.
Ch. 3 The Aggression of the Northerner
As a youth Robert E. Lee was branded with many different nick names from many different sources. Some called him Robert such as his loving mother Susan. Some called him Bob or Bobby such as his strict father William H. Lee III, and some called him stupid, but that is another story altogether. To go along with the nicknames, there was the desired result of calling him by such a name. In as much as his mother used his true name, she was also convening her love and affection for her son. His father on the other hand wish for a son with whom he could play catch, and thus gave him a fun and simple name by which he would be called.
Growing up on the north side of a small Dutch village in Virginia was an exciting time for young Robert. His families’ house sat on the top of lushes green hills surrounded on 3 sides by thick forest. The house was nothing to boast of, but the family did not live in poverty. During the summer months Robert would spend his time fishing, hunting, reading, and tending to 2 dozen chickens that his family owned. This was a relaxing time to say the least, but Robert was much more interested in the seasons where he was called off to grammar school. He dreamt during the long cool summer nights of what subjects and worlds he would journey to in his next year of school.
This particular story starts on the second to last day of summer before the start of his 15th year and the beginning of a new year of studies. You see, his birthday and the first day of school happened to be on the same day each year. It would seem as if his love for education came from the fact that he was born on the day that the children of Bernardsville set off on a new adventure in the realm of learning. It was a Saturday and Robert was herding the chickens into their coop before diner. Little did he know that an event was to take place that would forever change his life and the events there-in.
The last chicken was squawking and making evil eyes at Robert as he shooed it into the coop. This evening it had been extremely difficult to get all the chickens rounded up because they were in such an intense game of Sardines that even when he called to them to say that the game was over, the few that were hiding persisted on staying hid. Frustrated and pooped, he reached to close the gate to the coop when he was struck in the head with a small but solid rock. He turned quickly to see a dirty little boy in nothing but overalls standing about 20 paces to his right.
“What did you do that for, you tyke?” he sputtered at the boy. But the boy made no reply. “I said... what did you throw a rock at me for you miserable cur?” Than the boy who seemed as though he had just been in a pig pen picked up another stone and launched it with extreme accuracy at Robert’s knee. It struck the knee squarely and Robert let out a howl.
“Watch who your calling a cur, you ninny!” said the dirty boy quite sternly. Robert was extremely confused. He saw no reason why this boy was viciously attacking him with no reason what-so-ever. Robert moved towards the boy and asked,
“What’s your name n what’s your problem?”
“My name is Ulysses” replied the dirty boy, “and I don’t like you!” This confounded Robert. In all of his 15 years he had never had anyone not like him. He was the most beloved child in all of Bernardsville, and for all he knew the entire world.
“I don’t understand! Did I somehow offend you?” Robert asked softly.
“I don’t like you, I don’t like Bernardsville, and I don’t like Virginia!” exclaimed the boy coldly. That was the final stalk of grain for Robert. Now one talked bad about Virginia in his presence and got away with it. Earlier that year he had slapped an old hobo for saying that Virginia was not as pretty as Pennsylvania.
“This means was!” Robert shouted. “You will regret the day you even thought of slandering Virginia!” Just then, Robert turned to see all of the chickens had either flown the coop or quickly ran from the coop which he had forgotten to close when he was rudely interrupted by the stone. By the time he had gathered all the chickens the dirty boy was long gone.
Though he and the young Ulysses did not come to blows that fateful day, he had entered a verbal contract of war with the young insolent boy. This has been written know to put to rest all of the misconceptions of how the war of Northern Aggression came about.
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