it just amuses me when white people rattle off a random of assortment of european countries that their nationality dictates
NOT TO BE MEAN, BUT BASICALLY, YOU ARE WHITE
IT’S THE AMERICANS THAT MAKE…
Heeeyyyyy, man, I love researching my heritage and my family history. Most people I talk to in the U.S. find their heritage to be a source of identity. U.S. culture is inherently multicultural, and for a lot of Americans, it’s really important for them to identify with another culture, or they almost feel unamerican. I honestly don’t really know my full heritage, and my family’s been around since the Mayflower. My ancestors come from all over the U.S, the Northeast, the South, the West, the Southwest, you name it. We’re pretty American. But we decorate our home with Swedish trinkets and flags, and we visit Sweden and learn Swedish because my mom’s like 1/4 Swedish, and we identify. Discovering your heritage is like discovering yourself, and people like to rattle off their heritage with pride. I call myself a white American, but when asked, I’ll tell you I’m mostly from the British Isles, but a bit French-Belgian and Swedish and Danish. Americans love connecting to other cultures; it’s actually pretty important to American identity.
Once upon a time there were a great many girls, and they did and were and knew and learned and loved and lost a great many things. Some of them were good girls and some of them were bad girls, some of…
"When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards." He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..." Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
“Reading a novel of punishing difficulty and length is a version of climbing Everest for people who prefer not to leave the house. And people who climb Everest don’t howl with exhilaration at the summit because the mountain was a good or a well made or an interesting mountain per se, but because they’re overawed at themselves for having done such a fantastically difficult thing.”—
This can probably be applied to those elusive people who have finished reading Under the Dome or the whole Gunslinger series by Stephen King. Or just about every book he’s written that’s hit the 800 page or more mark.
It’s a book about various ways to die. And one of my favorite facts from the book is about death by alcohol poisoning. According to the book, 300 people per year die in the United States from alcohol poisoning.