I love my country, first of all, because it is the country I am most attached to, to the different land forms, the differing people, and a lot of the ideas that all the differing people have made work over centuries. I'm full of serious gripes, but at base I pull for us and how we work things out. I'm viscerally connected to some of my home areas in the US; it makes me just plumb happy to be in them. Where I live now, not quite so much, but I care about right here too, except when I am swearing in my mind. I like the spunk of many americans over the years, the adverturesomeness, the inventiveness, the hard work, the vast amount of humor that floats in conversations, some of that humor from the mix, as well as rancor from the mix, and humor about the rancor. I also don't like some places the adventure tendency has taken us. I don't think we are the only people on the planet with the good attributes.
I'm very interested in the wider world and a lot of my reading over the years has something to do with that, if not all that much in a scholarly way. I'm joyful about the internet (however that development spawned from early beginnings) for its reach and substantial data. I miss my old university research library, where I could spend hours pulling books out of shelves and poring over them, back when I was trying to write, before the divorce and moving four times. Not to whine, I learned a lot from all of it. Both the internet and great research libraries are ways of world exploration besides by feet or airplanes; I hope they would both keep going. I posit research libraries may suddenly turn more precious.
As most here know, I have crazy love for Italy, but much of that is a fascination with their culture (however wild and foolish the virgins are) from the minute I stood exhausted outside a subway station in the eighties. I'm not and never will be italian. If my ship would ever show up, I'd find a way to live there part of the time.
Part of me is from Ireland, as that's where my family emigrated from in times of trouble. Part of me is from Lithuania, as that is where Harvey Goldstein's family was from, a place where whatever synagogues that are left are desolate. Part of me, just a bit, is from west Africa, a family matter. A huge amount of me is alive via Mexico, but I would be just another visitor if I showed up now. Part of me is from Japan, from mentors and friends. Part of me is from a2k, people like J_B, Spidergal, the fellow from Israel (his name started with S), and once from Argentina (a painter I answered one question on abuzz to, and we kept in contact for years. He happened to be a rome enthusiast.) Part of me is from Australia, which I'll never get to, but the australian people on a2k are boundlessly interesting bounders and some of their land is like mine.
So, what... I don't think I count as patriotic. And earthiotic sounds too much like bad shoes.