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[alifeasvivid]

Can we perhaps consider that the “America Cleans Out the Storage Closet” strips do not represent the reality of what happened as much as they represent what America (Alfred) wants to believe happened?

Since Hima’s version is more in line with the propaganda that is taught in US public schools, I think this is a valid interpretation.

Because let’s be real, England (Arthur) wasn’t there at Yorktown. He just wasn’t. He wasn’t there for any of it.

(long meta post is long)

There were too many other conflicts happening elsewhere that were far more important to the British Empire than scrappy American rebels who would have gotten crushed if not for the fact that British armies and resources were being directed to other places. There is very little chance the Continental Army would have seen victory if not for Parliament’s ambivalence toward the colonies in general and dismissal of the rebels as a real threat. (This is a drastic over simplification, of course, but the gist is true to the best of my knowledge).

But that’s not what America tells himself, is it?

America knew at the time that he was being underestimated, not being taken seriously and he had probably known that for awhile.

(I could make another argument that America has always represented what would become the United States and had no people of his own until 1776. The colonists were British and saw themselves as such, wanted to be treated as full citizens--until it became clear that wasn’t going to happen and they transformed and became America’s... but that’s for another post perhaps.)

Regardless of whether or not he had any romantic feelings for England, being treated with so little importance or consideration would have made him angry. He wouldn’t want to remember that.

After the war, the newly-formed Congress was a disaster. America almost didn’t make it. He probably felt that in his bones. He probably felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out.

So how could he keep it all together? Mythology... or more accurately, propaganda. “Founding Fathers” who actually made him who he is. Larger than life figures who persisted against all good sense, who prevailed against all odds, who beat back the oppressive British forces in the name of liberty.

Who were important enough that England actually cared. Who had him on his knees in the rain, devastated and defeated.

But he was never even there.

Do I think England (Arthur) cared? Yes, actually, I think he cared quite a lot, but I already wrote a fic about that.

This is the long way of saying that I do not accept Hima’s intepretation of these events into my heart because the version he’s representing is wrong and also boring as hell to me at this point. P:

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Reference 3

A Fork in the Road is a metaphor for making a decision or choice. When I think about desire, I think about the journey that an individual takes to try an achieve or obtain that desire. There comes a point where you are face to face with your desire, the moment where the impossible is becoming possible, and there is a split second where you stop and question your intentions, you can reach your object of desire, but do you really want what you thought you desired? In the final leg of all journeys towards desire, we first face a fork in the road, what do we really desire?

[maggierosecofa1002-blog]

Annotated Bibliography Reference #3 – The InstaExperiment

'Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,                                                                                                               I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;’ (T.S. Eliot)

What if we’re measuring out our life with Instagram/Facebook ‘likes’? This was the question that inspired my Instagram experiment whereby I uploaded a series of Instagram cliché photos over five days (09/08/14 – 12/08/14) and kept track of the number of each likes these images generated, who the likers were and the incongruence between what these images projected about my life compared to how my days had actually panned out.

‘We produce a constant stream of data that is collected, projected and stored, which determines our daily existence.’

Surely this concept of it ‘determining’ our daily lives is more accurate for some compared to others, but to an extent it does ring true for all of us who have such accounts. If we were not willing to engage with such an exchange of information, why would we belong to social networking platforms, and furthermore why would we ever ‘post’ something?

For some however I am sure the number of ‘likes’ a post receives truly does impact on their day/lives, with there being a culture (I’m sure) of something only being worth doing if it can be shared/uploaded on facebook. This is something I would definitely want to explore more in future experiments/research.

(The photo that got the most ‘likes’ was of a pizza – digital Maggie had a great Tuesday. More information can be found on earlier posts on this tumblr, or you can search for my account on instagram with the account name: ‘maggierosecash’.)

[sollacewill]

If I ever write for a tv series, the finale episode will be called “The Storm” and the episode before it will be called “The Calm.” Or those work as chapters of a book.

Alternatively, I want to name episodes or chapters like “The One Where They Order Pizza” and “The One Where Someone Dies.”

I write these here only to remember it later.