This is a Post About Voting (It is Also a Rant)

A few months ago I was told if someone is an Independent, they are just dumb and can't make decisions. While I do my best to keep my opinions to myself and stay out of politics, I couldn't help but remark on this statement. How can this be true? How can an Independent be unable to make decisions for him/herself? The whole idea of an Independent is that they are not tied down to one party, but they make their own decisions on issues, independent of partisanship.

I won't tell you who I voted for (because that's not for you to know), but I will admit that I am an Independent. ::Uproar:: ::Spit-takes:: ::How could you say that!?:: It's true, and I'll tell you why: because I like looking at all sides of an issue before making a decision. I don't like Republicans. I also don't like Democrats. Why? Because they are too tied to their party. I like to be informed about both sides of a story, and I don't (or rarely) see that with declared party supporters. Let me say right now, that this isn't everyone. I know some very civil, openminded left- and right-wingers. But, I see a lot more people turned off to the idea of other people's beliefs and ideals simply because of party lines.  

Don't call me dumb because of my bi-partisanship. Don't tell me I can't make decisions because I don't want to just pick a side. If the presidency is so important, then I want to know what each candidate has to say. I want to know who they are, not what their party is. I want to be completely informed, not about one side, but about all sides.

I know, this is America. We all have our opinions, and you are probably forming yours about me as you read this. But this is my blog, and this is how I feel. If you are a hardcore supporter of one party, fine. Do whatever you want (like I said, this is America). Just don't tell me that I'm lower than you because I choose not to pick red or blue. Purple is a very pretty color.

That is all. I'm done. Go America.

A Film Review

I recently watched a movie called The Fall. It came out in 2006, but I only came across it earlier this week. Let me tell you this: I have spent the last six years missing out on a fantastic piece of cinema. How I didn't know about this movie until now is beyond me, but I am so glad I found it.

Set in the 1920s, it tells the story of a little girl in a hospital who befriends a man recovering from a terrible fall. As a way of getting her to steal morphine for him, he tells her a story. A wonderful story of bandits and revenge. I usually get pretty cynical about films (excuse me if I don't like people making movies just to say they made a movie), but this is easily one of the most beautiful movies I have every seen. It is visually stunning, and the music fits each scene perfectly. The meshing of the story and characters into the real life plot works in a way that is true to anyone telling a story: always changing, but still subtle and consistent. The little girl, Catinca Untaru, deserves an Oscar for her performance; she had me in tears by the end of it. 

If you like stories of love and revenge and fantasy (and who doesn't, really?) then watch this movie. If you've already seen it, watch it again... and again... and again. 

It's Summer Reading Time!

While my pile of books to read gets taller by the week, I've decided to pull some of them specifically for summer. They all seem to fit the sit-in-the-sun criteria for good summer reading.

I just finished American Gods, which was a decent book. I'm hoping this will be similarly entertaining.

He's a Norwegian poet. This is his only novel. 

If any book is perfect for the summer, it has to be this one. I mean, really, what is the first thing that comes to mind when you see this? The Hamptons? Newport Beach? 

Since The Great Gatsby is coming to theaters this Christmas, I will probably reread that book for the fourth (or ninth) time.

I'm also open to suggestions, so long as it's not anything by Nicholas Sparks, or Fifty Shades of Grey.

Graduate School and German Verbs

For those of you who don't know (and you might not because I haven't posted in a while) I am going to grad school in the fall. That's right, I'm dusting off this small town (Chicago) and heading east, back to the roots of America. Where? you ask. The University of New Hampshire.

Come August I'll be pursuing a Master's degree- and hopefully after that a PhD- in this thriving metropolis here. It's always been a dream of mine to live in New England, which may have played a role in primarily applying to schools on the East Coast. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to get back to my education, but I'm also looking forward to the pretty autumn leaves, the old architecture, and the slightly stand-offish attitude of the people. 

But, before I get there I have some major catching up to do. This English student has to relearn her German. That's right, German. Because all English students also have to be efficient in a foreign language. So I will be spending my summer reading this beauty: 

Get excited, people. The hot summer months are going to be be filled with umlauts and diphthongs and a gravely, angry sound like something is caught in my throat. 

So, after the mastery of German verbs, and four or five (or ten) more years of studying, you can call me Doctor Miller. 

Isn't it pretty?