Though I am rarely one for this sort of thing, I was tagged by Jeremy Young of Progressive Historians, one of the best of the blogosphere.... I don't know anything about the picture I have chosen except that it shows a purported rout of British forces in Inda.
Here are the rules:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
5. Present an image of martial discord from whatever period or situation you’d like.
My 7 facts:
1. When I spoke to my draft board against the war in Vietnam, my father supported me by saying that he was a WWII veteran, that both of my grandfathers fought in France in WWI, that great-grandfathers and great-great-grandfathers had fought on both sides of the civil war, and that the ancestor I am named for had been a colonel in the Revolution... and that all would be proud that I was standing for what I believed, as they had done. That was humbling, but unforgettable.
2. When I got my ankles run over by a jeep at age eleven, I bounced up running, shouting, "I'm dead, I'm dead." I didn't walk again for some time--and suspect I didn't die.
3. Though I graduated from Beloit College, I started my college career at Utica College of Syracuse University. Not much of a school, but a good place for one like me, whose spirit had rarely entered his high school. I learned at Utica College that education does indeed require a little work.
4. On arrival in Burkina Faso in 1985, someone told me that, there, diarrhea is a way of life. Four years later, when I finally left Africa (except for the occasional visit), after nine bouts of amoebic dysentery, various experiences with shigella, and a too-great familiarity with giardia, I knew exactly what she meant.
5. A monk at a little temple on the other side of the ridge from the beach at Bang Sen, Thailand told me (I was a child) that I would be back there before I die. We were looking out over a crematorium. I haven't been back.
6. Kim Stanley Robinson beat me by completing the first dissertation on Philip K. Dick because I couldn't get my act together and hid out in Ouagadougou instead of writing. So I had to settle for second.
7. My store, Shakespeare's Sister, enjoyed a 14-year run. I closed it in May, 2008 and miss it already.
These are the people I'll tag:
Aldon Lynn Nielsen
Chris Clarke (at Dusty D. Dogg's insistence)