Because the body of water it spans is called the Golden Gate (strait). Named about a hundred years before the bridge was ever built.
You might think that the strait was named "Golden Gate" on account of how tied into gold California history is (the gold rush, "The Golden State", and so on), but you'd be wrong. It was actually named before gold was ever discovered in CA; the name is an homage of sorts to the Golden Horn, the harbor of Byzantium (now, the estuary that splits Istanbul), and was christened as such (or first recorded at any rate) by John C. Frémont, who incidentally is the first Republican candidate for president in the history of America (also the first presidential candidate to openly oppose slavery--lost to Buchanan, he did).
Why that particular strait reminded Fremont of the Golden Horn, or better yet why the Golden Horn is called the Golden Horn, I've no idea. Ask the Turks.
Last edited by Paint CHiPs on 02-05-2006 at 09:55 AM
Alternatively, Squee, get into a great college. Or do what paint does, bum around for years at shitty colleges following your mother around, and then do your final year (8 years after you started) at a great college and graduate from there.
My roommate's birthday was last night. We threw her a surprise party at one of our friend's apartments. Many people arrived (some of which we didnt know) and lots of drunkenness was to be seen. (My friend has a picture of the fridge before everyone arrived- We had somewhere around 150 jello shots pre-made!)
(edit) By the way, the party was SO good that it was broken up by the cops
I dont party much so it was quite a thing that i was there last night. Because I dont party much, I made sure that last night counted.
Here are some of my favorite pictures from last night:
Karen and Me
Matt and Me
Ashley (the birthday girl/roomie) and Me
Me feeling no pain
The Mircea/Morgan totem pole. I look stoned out of my mind (and I probably was)