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So April 17 is the commemmoration of Enrico Caruso's last concert in San Francisco on the eve of the FIre and Earthquake. There's going to be a concert and singalong of Caruso numbers at the Yerba Buena Gardens at I think 5:30 pm, so if you can be in the City at that time I'll be grateful. Since I can't.

April 18th is the day that San Francisco celebrates the birth of my children and also, coincidentally, the fire and earthquake of 1906, which you'll notice is a hundred years ago this year. We're going to miss the 5:12 AM event at Lotta's Fountain, and the 7:00 AM event at the golden fire hydrant at Dolores Park, but we're going to the 10:00 Firemen's Parade. So's my sister-in-law: she's going to ride on the Oakland Fire Department parade rig with her work dog, who is a Dalmation named Molly.

Zac calls Easter Zombie Day. This year we're going to do Orthodox Easter with the sister-in-law whose family is Greek. We celebrated Easter this time at the house of Lizzie Jenkins, who is a childhood friend of mine and the daughter of my father's childhood friend. It was a really fine supper and the company was all good and best of all I got to listen to her father, whose name is Robert but my father called him Rupert P. or Rudolph because they were jazz kids and they used to do zany jazz kid stuff like having nicknames. Rudolph could be gotten to hold forth about jazz things and art things. I told him he ought to produce podcasts so I could listen to them.

Livejournal now asks you if you want to restore entries you lose because you hit some random key. This is good news.

Also I saw my brother and sister-in-law and niece and her husband and the baby Juliana who is cuter than a seven month old has a right to be, and of course, their amazingly large dogs.

And now I am off to bed: Gloria in the morning, and the next day -- earthquakes, fires, birthdays, parades, and of course, shopping.

Oh, and it rained today. Hard. But it didn't hail and there werte no new slides on 17.

cut it out

I finally figured out what makes the friends view display wrongly sometimes. Sometimes the field is too big and I have to scroll back and forth to read. This is why: it's because somebody included a picture which is too big to fit in a normal screen. Don't do that. I'm warning you: I already dropped one person I was reading because every day he was mucking up the journal so I couldn't read it.

On another front, it is not raining at the moment. There are a few clouds but I wouldn't say they are edging towards us in any creditable way. However, the ground is supersaturated and it would take many days of warm, bright weather to dry it out enough for safety.

I want to sleep, but Gloria's not sleeping so I can't.

Michelle Malkin v. The Central Coast

Recently, students at UCSC protested military recruiters on campus. The military recruiters left. There's been a lot of noise about this nationally, about what bad people the students were to protest the military recruiters and what a bad school UCSC is for not grinding these kids into dust for doing it. It's important to note that the protest was a normal peaceful protest such as college kids have been engaging in for a long time, not a riot, not an intimidation exercise (both of which we must admit college students have been known to engage in too).

By way of Daily Kos, I find that Michelle Malkin, that elfin purveyor of feverish hate, has been whipping up her nasty followers to call up the students personally and threaten them. Here's more. And more.

And then, because she's now aware that there is a college town on the coast of California, she's reading the Santa Cruz Senile. She's decided that the town is composed of "moonbats." She's not the first person to disparage us: Ronald Reagan called my alma mater a "cross between a hippie craash pad and a whorehouse," while I was there (or maybe the year before I got there,I forget). And don't forget, the Homeland Security folks, whoi can't be bothered to investigate or prosecute the right-wing militia types who actually murder people, have called these kids a "credible threat." Malkin has been very excited today about the fact that a crew of black-clad bicyclists vandalized a street full of SUVs, slashing tires and writing anti-SUV and anti-oil-guzzling slogans on them. The local tv news made a big deal of this story, because (1) KSBW is really really into property-rights and vandalism stories in general and (2) there was a keen human interest angle -- one of the SUVs runs on biodiesel, one of the SUVs belongs to a single mother, one belongs to an old lady, and there's this guy who fixed all these cars for his neighbors.

Not to mention that the thought of ninja-clad SUV-tire-slashing bicyclists is kind of, well, dramatically cool. Don't lie. If you saw them rampaging through an Alan Moore comic, you'd chortle.

All right, all right, I'm outraged at the crime against property. Real life is not a comic book. Happy now?

Not Michelle Malkin.