Tradition

I like creating traditions. Following them I’m not always super fond of (the traditional hazing at my various high schools, for example, left something to be desired). But when you get to create the traditions, I think there’s all sorts of fun to be had.

As an example, I stole an idea from a co-worker of mine and every 4th of July I read the Declaration of Independence out loud to my family. My wife puts up with it and my kids are too young to understand, but I look forward to when they actively attempt to be elsewhere on that day. Similarly, I recite Henry V’s “St. Crispin’s Day” speech from Shakespeare’s Henry V on every October 25th. Why? Because A) I can and B) when you write a Master’s thesis about the Battle of Agincourt, that speech can’t help but become part of you.

More rambling below the jump.

10 years of a single question

Doctor . . . Who . . . ?

I realize that the actual anniversary was a few days ago but you know me, I’m always late to the party.

In any case, when Doctor Who was first resurrected (regenerated?) 10 years ago, I was living in Scotland, finishing up work on my ^^incredibly useful^^ History degree. Naturally, the BBC ran a huge selection of previous seasons on the run up to the premier. I had never seen a single episode and so anyone who has watched that grand tradition of camp you will know that I was . . . well, I wasn’t as excited about meeting the new Doctor as everyone else was.

More rambling below the jump.