October 15: Gold Rush!

Yesterday we installed the 2.3G hard drive and a 36x CD drive. This meant that my modem, which doesn't like to talk to this version of Win95, went into a funk and wasn't working till late morning. B-b-b-b-ut I'm n-n-n-ot ad-d-d-dicted, n-n-n-ossir! It d-d-d-didn't b-b-b-other me at all. I c-c-c-coped b-b-b-beautifully.
(I figured I could do a lot of file maintenance, but fortunately Rich got things running again.)
The scanner is now not working, and I've misplaced the installation software. This isn't anywhere near as bothersome, though.

Last night we went to the first of a series of 15 lectures about the Gold Rush, sponsored by CSUS. This is the sort of thing I WANT my local university to be doing, not building roads and funky bridge ramps. The lecture coincided with the annual meeting of the Western History Association downtown at the Hyatt, so we went there. I remembered when they valet- parked my dirty, dinged, disgusting old van, for free, and the 6th-graders and I swept into the lobby under the bemused eyes of some Japanese businessmen. Bernadette's class was there to sing Christmas songs, and the parking was free. Anyway. Last night Rich and I parked on the street. We still swept into the lobby and followed the noise to the Grand Ballroom where the lecture was.

The speaker was Malcolm J. Rohrbough, a professor at the University of Iowa. His new book, which I just happened to buy after the entertaining lecture, is DAYS OF GOLD: The California Gold Rush and the American Nation. His topic was "We Will Make Our Fortunes -- No Doubt of It!". I didn't know quite what to expect that was going to make this different and interesting. What he did was talk about the various foreigners who joined the '49ers from the United States:

The lecture concluded that the gold rush made California a cosmopolitan place. It became a Garden of Eden in the world's imagination, and that has shaped California ever since.

Afterwards we were asked to the reception, which was mostly for the WHA. We had some cheese and crackers, and veggies and dip, and some wonderful tartlets. I bought the book and Professor Rourbough signed it. You can tell academics aren't asked to do this very often. In a cramped left hand, he wrote "To Jan, with warmest best wishes from the author" and signed and dated it. Signing more than three books that way would give one writer's cramp for a week!



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