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Jake (holding the poster) & Katie (holding the flag) at school this morning.
The House Blonde's class belted out a rousing rendition of God Bless The USA. No word from ACLU yet. Jake's class sang a medley that included The Marine Hymn, Anchors Aweigh, & The Cassions Go Rolling Along and second tune that I'm not quite sure of.
You come away with a different perspective of America after spending an hour or so in the baking sun with the other thousand or so kids, parents, and grandparents that took time from their busy day to commemmorate this day.
Today marks the 156th anniversary of Californicate's admission to the Union (the United States not the Retail Clerks). Don't laugh, I've a friend whose 5th grader's history lessons were so cluttered with revisionism that for most of the year the boy was certain that the US gained its independence from Mexico.
As school kids, we could never figure out why school started the day after Labor Day (traditional) and then within days there was a school holiday for Admission Day. I suppose that somewhere along the line some teacher must have discussed the significance of Admission Day, but I was well into adulthood before I ever personally made the connection.
This postcard from 1916 celebrates Admission Day as part of the Panama-California Exposition in San Diego. The scene depicted looks west toward the Pacific down the main promenade of what is now Balboa Park.
TWC mentioned The Cultivated Life (this site cannot be viewed correctly in Firefox, use IE) to Mal, a friend currently ensconced and paying taxes in Oz, a few notes back.
CLARIFICATION: I got emails. It's the PBS site that looks screwy in Firefox. You can view TWC perfectly with Firefox, as many pointed out. Thanks.
I was introduced to this PBS special through the generosity of my good friend Kent in Ohio, USA, an actual wine connoisseur. He didn't send me a link, he sent me the got dang DVD. IIf you just absolutely gotta spend taxpayer money on this stuff, I guess this is a good thing. It's a must-see for Jefferson fans and wine lovers alike.
From his early experiments with Italian vignerons at Monticello, to his grand
tour through France and Italy, through his years in the White House, and then
his later efforts at Monticello, The Cultivated Life: Thomas Jefferson and Wine
guides the viewer on a visual journey of the life of American wine’s founding
While serving as President, Jefferson's.........
......personal French chef provided presidential guests with some of the finest
food served in America and, according to one prominent senator, “plenty of wines
and good.” In one month, 207 bottles of Champagne were served to 651 dinner
guests, and in one year the amount of Jefferson’s salary spent on food topped
During his first term, President Thomas Jefferson spent $7,597 on wine
alone. Jefferson brought both a culinary and cultural sophistication to the
Presidency that some say has never been matched.
Please take note that President Jefferson wasn't putting the arm on the taxpayers for the good stuff, he spent his own money on wine and food.
UPDATE: $7,957.00 for wine? No wonder he died broke. That's $97,739.00 in inflation adjusted dollars. Almost $25,000.00 per year on wine. Jeff, you da man.
Order your own copy of The Cultivated Life for twenty bucks (US) here.
September in Southern California can be the hottest month of the year and so it came as no surprise that this past Labor Day Weekend was hotter than Paris Hilton at 2:00 AM in the front seat of a MBZ with her pants in flames. Get your own Japanese Paris Hilton Doll here.
So, we're stuck with a bunch of smoldering kids, ours and others. They need cooling off so we toss them into the politically incorrect SUV because it's big enough to fit all of them and lumber off down the hill. Forty minutes and a sackful of burgers later, we're staring at an empty parking lot at the Corona municipal pool and the gate is chained shut.
Next, it's all the way across the valley to Box Spring Mountain over by UCR to the Islands Pool, which, according to the Riverside city website is open through September 5th. That's right, there it sat baking in the afternoon sun, locked up tighter than an electronics warehouse on a Sunday afternoon in East LA.
Makes perfect sense too, spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to build and maintain public swimming pools that are not open on a three day holiday weekend on the hottest weekend of the summer.
There's no guarantee that the private sector would provide a viable alternative but, for example, while this bonehead attorney I don't like much was hammering on the City of Temecula to spend tax dollars to build a skateboard park for his teenage boys, two privately built skateboard parks opened for business.
Finally ended up hosing them all down in the driveway. Nobody called the water police so I guess all's well that ends well.
Global Warming has returned to Lake Mathews and the same high pressure conditions that provide scorching temperatures also keep the dreaded marine layer pushed out into the Pacific. That means clear, hot days and gorgeous evenings. Though sometimes mistaken for smog, these days the marine layer is responsible for most of the haze that makes up SoCal's well-known hazy afternoon sunshine. The marine layer is also why Mark Twain once remarked that the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
Yes, red wine. On that subject, the only piece of dubious advice I
ever got from the official WC heart specialist, Ms Julie-Ann, is that, with respect to the health benefits of red wine, one glass per day is enough (Excuse me?).
I have lived temperately . . . I double the doctor's recommendation of a glass and a half of wine a day and even treble it with a
Notice the key modifier. He lived temperately and his doctor was already a half glass ahead of Julie-Ann.
Okay, on the one hand you have a bright, articulate, dedicated health care professional
that, hands down, smokes anyone in the medical trade that I've ever run across.
On the other hand, you have a bright, articulate, dedicated wine afficianado and all around freedom lover who just happened to write the lion's share of the Declaration of Independence and is the semi-official Patron Saint of classical liberals* everywhere.
Julie-Ann is tall, thin, and blond. Jefferson was tall, thin, and a red-head. Julie-Ann is vibrant and alive. Thomas Jefferson long ago assumed room temperature (mulch temperature?). Oh I'll get emails on that.
It's really a tough call but TWC has gotta go with Jefferson.
Or get a bigger glass.
(click to enlarge glass, er photo)
*Please don't confuse modern American liberalism with Classical Liberalism