#History of Oakland

[fluoridosulphonic]

“Marginalized young people who encounter racialized punitive treatment are “not just humans-in-the-making, but resourceful social actors who take an active role in shaping their daily experiences.” I found that the young men in this study recognized, had a clear analysis of, and were resisting the criminalization they encountered. This resistance came in different forms. Some resisted by committing violent crime, others by organizing themselves and blocking off their streets with stolen cars and concrete slabs so police cars were unable to access them; and others resisted by becoming political organizers and returning to school. Much of the literature on mass incarceration has not been able to account for agency and resistance in the people most impacted by the punitive state.” (41)

- The Flatlands of Oakland and the Youth Control Complex by Victor Rios

[gregor-samsung]

The Black Power Mixtape 1967–1975 (Göran Olsson, 2011)

[atlasandacamera]

Christie Road near Oakland, CA

[20th-century-railroading]

Taking it to the Streets

A Southern Pacific freight led by a Tunnel Motor rolls through Jack London Square in Oakland CA. The UP/SP merger has taken place and it's actually the Union Pacific now. September 1997.

[ghost-37]

Angela Davis - Seize The Time (2023) Oakland Museum of California

[eltristan]

(edited and revised 3/4 front view of right side of 1241, by railfan Otto Perry, presumably at the SP engine service at the yards in Oakland, California. Date, July 25, 1937.)

[elejahfanfic]

Ring of Fire

_fanfiction_au

Inspired by _fd/lord of the rings_rings of power

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'For so sworn good or evil an oath may not be broken and it shall pursue oathkeeper and oathbreaker to the world's end.'

J.R.R. Tolkien_

_Silmarillion

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Thorsten Oakland, one of the noblest of the Northmen, greeted the Lady Elara of Golodhrim, with a small head bow.

"You needn't bow, my friend" Elara said touched by his gesture. She knew that it was a custom to bestow honour to her and her kin.

"I wish we had met in other circumstances" Thorsten said offering the elfin lady a seat under the great oak tree.

"Thank you. I also wish we had met for a solstice celebration. But, dark times are ahead of us and we have no time for anything else, I'm afraid." Elara sighed a little.

"There is one celebration I hope you'd stay for." Thorsten said with a sweet glitter in his eyes.

"What?"

"The Folkmoot has made me a Jarl." Thorsten replied. "Tomorrow is the feast of Sigrblót, too. I would love you to be my guest of honour."

"Oh, yes. Sumardagurinn. First day of summer. Light winning over darkness. I've forgotten about what time of year it is wirh everything that's going on." Elara said.

Thorsten could tell by the way the sparkle in her eyes dim that she was not a bearer of good news.

"There is a name that we found among the old Valar scrolls that kept appearing again and again. The Sagas like you said spoke of a child half god, half human." Elara said.

"Melkor had a child then after all?" Thorsten looked at elfin straight in the eyes.

"It appears that way" Elara replied.

"The name?"

"Heolstor" Elara said.

A short silence followed. Both knew what darkness would come to pass. And they would be ready. In her heart, Elara was weary for the man, as he was not immortal and didn't get the gift of ehanced life. "You are not obliged to follow us in this war. I'm here to talk about a wall that we decided to build to keep your people safe."

"A wall?"

"Yes. If you agree. I mean - if the Folkmoot agrees. I cannot see you perish - not you" Elara put her hand on the Northman's.

His eyes shot down at the elfin's silken hand on his, and then at her mild eyes, softest brown infused with green, as if she held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somewhere to rest and breathe.

He exhaled. His other hand folding hers."We made the oath full realising that the day may come when we needed to make good on its promise, to prove that for all that is sacred we are willing to pay with our own lives, and in doing so Gods will keep our souls safe."

Elara's eyes watered. She nodded and squeezed his hand lightly.

...

[vesicapiscisfatuous]

Happy Empire Day! Today is the anniversary of the date that Joshua Abraham Norton proclaimed himself Emperor of the United States in 1859. His fellow San Franciscans were happy to humor him, honoring his promissory notes in lieu of cash and printing his proclamations in local newspapers.

One of his proclamations ordered that a bridge be built between San Francisco and Oakland. This would, in fact, come to pass in the Twentieth Century, leading to a Change dot Org petition to rename the bridge in Emperor Norton's honor.

While the petition was unsuccessful, the petitioners went on to establish the Emperor Norton Trust to celebrate his life and legacy.

[remembertheplunge]

Commentary Re: 6 feet Under finale video

1:49pm. 8/13/2016 Saturday

The Arbor Coffee House

Oakland, California

Six Feet Under—scene finale “Everyone’s waiting”

“Ouch, I have lost myself again”

Theme song from the last episode of 6 feet under plays.

Ahhhh—chills!

Thought about that last episode on the drive over to Oakland from Modesto.

My life post the Big D has become a series of last episode vignettes— Future dashes they will never see.

Birthday parties, weddings and funerals replaced by a ready pallet, a play, a movie or a drive.

End of entry

Notes 7/24/2024

6 Feet Under was a TV show that ran from 2001-2005. It was about a family in Los Angeles that ran a Mortuary. Its episodes dealt with the outrageous dance of life and death. It had a strong gay friendly storyline. It was very evolved and "in your face" for its time.

In the show finale, a time line is presented visually revealing how most of the major show characters died as the years rolled on.

I think it’s interesting that the I phone which has become so ubiquitous in our current lives, does not exist in the future portrayed in the finale. How could they have known? 

They give a 2005 “No I Phone" flavor to the rest of the century. I kind of like that!

As much as we video and photograph everything now with our I phone, as the older brother’s ghost whisper’s to his sister at the beginning of the video “You can’t take a picture of that, it’s already gone”.

In the entry, I refer to the Big D. That was my nick name for my being disinherited from the family trust leading to estrangement from my family. So, there would no future birthdays, weddings or funeral involving them, unlike the characters in 6 feet under.

"A ready pallet" means that I am open to what wants to happen.

[graywisps]

the first presbyterian church of oakland, founded in 1853. it was the first christian congregation in oakland, initially beginning with a tent on the waterfront. its copper-clad spire and grand stained glass windows left me breathless.

[rabbitcruiser]

The San Francisco–Oakland Bay Bridge opened to traffic on November 12, 1936.

[gregor-samsung]

The Black Power Mixtape 1967–1975 (Göran Olsson, 2011)

[atlasandacamera]

Christie Road near Oakland, CA

[irrec]

BlackJoy weekend was soooo heartwarming. I got to shake my ass, hug all the homies, frolick in the sun, and got to praise my favorite house DJs

[8-rock]

Happy Black History Month 🖤

[vandaliatraveler]

I was looking forward to visiting the B&O Railroad Museum in Oakland, MD yesterday, but unfortunately it was closed.  Note to me: plan ahead.  Like so many of Central Appalachia’s lovely little mountain towns, Oakland’s history and culture are inextricably bound to the Baltimore and Ohio railroad line that hauled coal and timber out of the mountains starting in mid to late 1800′s. Railroad buffs will love this museum, and the town offers various offbeat shops, an awesome farmers market, and other local institutions, including Englanders’ throwback soda shop and lunch counter cum collectables shop. The blueberry pancakes are bomb.