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National Anthem Sung in Spanish At First Bush Inaugural:
I say that basically nullifies the whole thing, and means we can put Gore in his rightful place.
The Spanish language version was commissioned by the US government in 1919, so we were for it along time before we were against it. If in fact we are.
A busy day today. My partner in crime worked from home to avoid the kerfuffle around the dia sin migrantes events, but as it turned out, she ended up helping shuttle some friends — in their 80s — to a doctor’s appointment while I ferried their grandchildren home and provided what help I could to a Brownie meeting, also held here. There were 13 children here at the height of it all, sounding like 40.
When all and sundry were safely out the door, we were just catching our breath when a neighbor girl — 6 or 7 summers of age — came by with a hand-made May Day basket, of red construction paper, filled with seasonal blooms. I had never heard of such a thing, but it’s in keeping with tradition, evidently:
May Day – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:
In the United States (and possibly Holland), May Day baskets are made. These baskets are small and usually filled with treats are left at someone’s doorstep.
The article goes on to say that the giver is supposed to leave them without being seen or the recipient gets to kiss their benefactor. I don’t think she knew that either . . . .
Given it was also our 13th wedding anniversary today, I’m glad someone saw to it that we got flowers. The traditional gift is lace. Not useful, but the modern gloss is fur or textiles: I can live with textiles, I think, especially for a knitter.
Mark Frauenfelder: I remember seeing this in 1980, in my friend’s dorm room. It was thrilling to see my favorite band for the first time. Before that, I was pretty much limited to the pictures of The Clash that appeared in Creem and Trouser Press. Bedazzled has the video. Link
Fridays’ musical guests were so much better than that other show that was on the following night. I saw the Clash, King Crimson, and the Jam on there, bands I would never have seen or heard in Florida, circa 1980.