Damn, Social Studies is hot today! Love the explanatory clause in the first sentence here: “… the American equivalent of Canada Day”. Hilarious. Find me a Canadian who doesn’t know what the fourth of July is! Even the almighty Cancon can’t shield Canadians from the media onslaught that is American Independence Day – see the movie?
At any rate, I’m looking forward to not being here for the fourth. We’re actually driving to New Brunswick tomorrow morning (staying at my Grandmother’s house), and on to a rented house on Prince Edward Island on Saturday. We’re missing Canada Day and Independence Day. Sweet! I’m sure the noise in our North Adams neighborhood will be horrendous. Won’t miss that a bit.
The rockets’ damn glare
Tomorrow is a U.S. national holiday, the Americans’ equivalent of Canada Day. In the evening, “a bit after 8 o’clock, the sun will set,” Troy Patterson writes in Slate magazine. “The civilized thing to do at this juncture would be to go home, kick back with a little John Locke and pass out fast. But, no, we must reckon with the stupid fireworks, an integral part of the Fourth of July since 1777, when they befouled the skies above Boston and Philadelphia. … Just as it is incalculably more thrilling to watch a piano burn than say, kindling, there is more satisfaction in watching actual stuff explode – cars, volcanoes, toasters, what have you – than in witnessing explosions that produce only bombast. When fireworks blow up, the only things up-blowing are the fireworks themselves. There is no drama. There is violence but there is not sex. There is a feeling of danger without a corresponding feeling of adventure.”
We are so looking forward to Brackley Beach on PEI!
via The rockets’ damn glare, tips for rich artists and tsk, tsk, tsk – The Globe and Mail.