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The jacarandas are in bloom. Like most of us, the jacarandas are immigrants; the ones in bloom in southern California this time of year, the
Jacaranda mimosifolia are from South America, Argentina and Bolivia to be exact. Rebel Girl doesn't remember seeing them when she was growing up in Los Angeles but then that spring in 1977 when she left home, age sixteen, suddenly they were everywhere. One grew in the slim strip of grass separating the sidewalk and the street in front of the house where she lived with four roommates. Rebel Girl thought the blooms were beautiful. She clipped the branches and put in them in a jar on the kitchen table.

Now she looks for them each spring and remembers how, in 1992, they seemed especially brilliant, especially extravagant against the black backdrop of burnt-out neighborhoods of post-riot Los Angeles.
These are some shots around campus that Rebel Girl took last Tuesday, a week ago, before the apocalyptic mudslides that made her look down instead of up. The summer's Fourth of July banners were being put up along Jeffrey Road. On one side is the Statue of Liberty, on the other:
Let Freedom Ring.
Later that evening, Rebel Girl joined Red Emma at a political fundraiser out by Irvine Lake.
Ron Shepson is a Democratic challenger for the congressional seat held by Republican
Gary Miller. That's draw enough in her book; the last time Miller ran, he was unopposed. For shame. Last night, former
Ambassador Joe Wilson was there to stump for Shepson. You remember Wilson, aka
Valerie Plame's husband, the author of the
New York Times editorial, "What I Didn't Find in Africa" which documented his 2002 CIA investigation into whether Iraq had purchased or attempted to purchase uranium yellowcake from Niger. Wilson concluded that the George W. Bush administration twisted intelligence to "exaggerate the Iraqi threat. You remember. It was some evening out there by the lake. Let freedom ring indeed.

To donate to Ron Shepson's campaign, see Rebel Girl. Shepson can use all the help he can get. (
Look at that district! It stretches across three counties from Whittier to OC's canyons. Can someone spell jerrymander?)
Meanwhile,
U. Utah Phillips, the Golden Voice of the Great Southwest, songwriter, storyteller and card-carrying mamber of the
International Workers of the World (aka the
Wobblies) passed away last Friday evening at his home in Nevada City, California at age 73.
Rebel Girl and Red have seen Utah in concert countless times and in January 2003, marched in the streets of San Francisco alongside him in the big anti-war protest, pushing the little guy in his stroller. The little guy is partial to Utah's train songs and hobo stories, but his parents, of course, like the labor sinaglongs and the love songs, the stories about Ammon Hennancy, Big Bill Haywood and Lucy Parsons. Utah's memorial is scheduled for this Sunday in Nevada City and the music is sure to be fine and heartfelt. Rebel Girl wishes she could be there.