org.hibernate.PropertyAccessException: could not get a field value by reflection getter of com.mypackage.MyEntity.entityIdThere are reports that messages of this sort were due to bugs in one or more Hibernate releases. But this is also a legitimate error.I wasted a lot of time before it hit me.....This is a sneaky one because when the database is laid out, you think in terms of foreign keys. But in ORM, you don’t see those keys directly - they translate to object references. So the original version was attempting to compare an object to the key of the object instead of an instance of the object.
DURANGO, Colo. — For the first time since territorial days, rain will be free for the catching here, as more and more thirsty states part ways with one of the most entrenched codes of the West.Precipitation, every last drop or flake, was assigned ownership from the moment it fell in many Western states, making scofflaws of people who scooped rainfall from their own gutters. In some instances, the rights to that water were assigned a century or more ago.Now two new laws in Colorado will allow many people to collect rainwater legally. The laws are the latest crack in the rainwater edifice, as other states, driven by population growth, drought, or declining groundwater in their aquifers, have already opened the skies or begun actively encouraging people to collect.“I was so willing to go to jail for catching water on my roof and watering my garden,” said Tom Bartels, a video producer here in southwestern Colorado, who has been illegally watering his vegetables and fruit trees from tanks attached to his gutters. “But now I’m not a criminal.”
....In the late 1960s some million self-described hippies stampeded to small farms and make-shift communes to live simply, not too different from the Amish. I was part of that movement....In tens of thousands of experiments in rural America, we jettisoned the technology of the modern world (because it seemed to crush individualism) and tried to rebuild a new world....Our discoveries paralleled what the Amish knew -- that this simplicity worked best in community, that the solution wasn't no-technology but some technology, and what we then called appropriate technology. This day-glo, deliberate, conscious engagement with appropriate technology was deeply satisfying for a while.But only for a while....One-by-one they left their domes for suburban garages and lofts, and much to our collective astonishment, transformed their small-is-beautiful skills into small-is-startup entrepreneurs....barefoot to billionaire, a la Steve Jobs.....In retrospect we might say the hippies left for the same reason Thoreau left his Walden; they came and then left to experience life to its fullest....In the past decade a new generation of minimites has arisen, and they are now urban homesteadin....They are trying to have both, the Amish satisfaction of intense mutual aid and hand labor, and the ever cascading choices of a city. [ed-- yes we are.]....I remain fascinated and deeply impressed by Leon and Berry, and Brende and the Old Order Plain Folk communities. I am impressed that their tightly bound mutual support can reliably resist the perennial lure of modernity. That's an amazing testimony because so few other cultures can boast that.....But there is one aspect of the Amish, and the minimites, and the small-is-beautiful hippies at their heyday, that is selfish. The "good" they wish their minimal technology to achieve is primarily the fulfillment of a fixed nature. The human that is satisfied by this agricultural goodness is an unchanging human. For the Amish, one's fulfillment must swell inside the traditional confine of a farmer, tradesman, or housewife*. For minimites and hippies, fulfillment must rise within the confine of the natural unhampered by artificial aids.....For Berry technology peaked in 1940, about the moment when all these farm implements were as good as they got....1940 cannot be the end of technological perfection for human fulfillment simply because human nature is not at its end.We have domesticated our humanity as much as we have domesticated our horses. Our human nature is a malleable crop that we planed 50,000 years ago, and continue to garden even today. The field of our nature has never been static. We know that genetically our bodies are changing faster now than at any time in the past million years. Our minds are being rewired by our culture. With no exaggeration, and no metaphor, we are not the same people who first started to plow 10,000 years ago. The snug interlocking system of horse and buggy, wood fire cooking, compost gardening, and minimal industry may be perfectly fit for a human nature — of an ancient agrarian epoch. I call this devotion to a traditional being "selfish" because it ignores the way in which our nature — our wants, desires, fears, primeval instincts, and loftiest aspirations — are being recast by ourselves, by our inventions, and it excludes the needs of our new natures.....Perhaps someday someone will invent a tool that is made just for your special combination of hidden talents. Or perhaps you will make your own tool. Most importantly, and unlike the Amish and minimites, you may invent a tool which will help unleash the fullest of someone else. Our call is not only to discover our fullest selves in the technium, but to expand the possibilities for others. We have a moral obligation to increase the amount of technology in the world in order to increase the number of possibilities for the most people. Greater technology will selfishly unleash us, but it will also unselfishly unleash others, our children and all to come.
Hale Dixon Tharp was born in Ohio on July 8, 1835. He was the son of Nathaniel Tharp and Lucinda Zane. Came to CA about 1852 during the gold area. There me met and married a widow, Mrs. Edward J. Swanson (Chloe Ann Smith) and her four sons. They married in El Dorado County on December 5, 1853 and lived in Placerville (Hangtown) for a short period of time. They moved to Tulare County, CA into the Sierra-Nevada foothills east of Visalia about 1857. They settled on the confluence of Wild Horse Creek and the Kaweah River. This area was a popular spot for Indians and Hale Tharp became friends with the locals. It is said that he owned more horses than cattle and due to the lack of adequate pasture for his animals, he was told by the local Indian Chief that he would take him into the mountains to the east and show him places where his animals could find abundant feed and water during the hot dry summer months.So he did marry, probably didn't have any children, liked to hang out with the natives, and spent every summer living in a log. Now all I can think of is the Lorax wearing a cowboy hat.
The Indian Chief took Hale Tharp up into the mountains as promised and it was there that he found the groves of giant Sequoia Trees. It is thought that he was the first white man to see these trees. He brought his animals up for summer pasture and while there, he found a fallen Sequoia log that was hollow and big enough for him to live in. This hollow log is still there and is an attraction within the Sequoia National Park ... it is today known as "Tharp's Cabin."
Hale Tharp is also known to have given the name to another Tulare County landmark, Hospital Rock on the Kaweah River. His stepson, Geroge Swanson named a large outcropping of rocks within the Park ... it is called Morro Rock.
Because of his early experiences and knowledge of the "high country", he was often consulted by visitors such as John Muir who later helped establish Sequoia National Park.
Hale Tharp died in Visalia, CA on November 28, 1912. His ranch now lies under the waters of Lake Kaweah but in late summer as the waters are drained for irrigation, the land resurfaces and can be seen.
I am not familar with the book that you mention but will try to find it to add to what little I know about this man and his family. My connection is through George W. Swanson, stepson of Hale Tharp.
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