Today I feel bored
September 13, 1848 – The Amazing Case of Phineas Gage
A Vermont railroad worker Phineas Gage survived a 3-foot iron rod being driven through his head and lived another 12 years. Gage was 25 at the time and was directing a work gang blasting rock to prepare the laying of railroad tracks. The tamping iron that was being used to compress charges to blast away rock struck a spark and was shot through his skull. This incident destroyed most of his brain’s left frontal lobe and caused drastic changes in his personality and behavior. The still cited incident caused new debate and discussion about the nature of brain function and its role in personality and behavior.
Called together from the Thirteen Colonies the Continental Congress became the governing body of the precursor to the United States during the American Revolution.
This first meeting was before agreement was made over independence from the crown and was mostly concerned with the intolerable acts. The intolerable acts were a series of laws passed by the British Parliament to punish Massachusetts after the Boston Tea party. This included stripping the colony of the right to self-government. The act caused further dissent against foreign rule and added more support for the impending revolution.
Los Angeles, California, was founded as El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora La Reina de los Ángeles de Porciúncula by 44 Spanish settlers. The Pueblo de los Ángeles was the second town created during the Spanish colonization of the Alta California portion of the territory of Las Californias. The Presidio of San Diego was the first. The original settlement consisted of eleven families recruited mostly from Sonora y Sinaloa Province. As new settlers arrived and soldiers from the surrounding presidios retired to civilian life in Los Angeles, the town became the principal urban center of southern Alta California, whose social and economic life revolved around the raising of livestock and the ranches devoted to this.
Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! The very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!