Phillip Nicholas "Phil" Angelides (/ˌændʒᵻˈliːdᵻs/ AN-jə-LEE-dees; born June 12, 1953) is an American politician who was California State Treasurer and the unsuccessful Democratic nominee for Governor of California in the 2006 elections. Angelides served as the Chair of the Apollo Alliance and of the Financial Crisis Inquiry Commission.
Angelides was born in Sacramento, California, to Helen (née Papadopoulos) and Jerry Angelides, Greek immigrants. Growing up, Phil and his brother Kimon were encouraged by their father to learn about geography and the United States government. Their father would quiz them weekly on these topics.
Angelides was educated at The Thacher School in Ojai, California and graduated from Harvard University in 1974, majoring in government as a Coro Foundation Fellow.
Angelides and his wife, Julie, reside in Land Park with their three now grown-up daughters, Megan, Christina, and Arianna. His eldest daughter, Megan Garcia-Angelides, was the campus coordinator for his 2006 campaign.
With a yawn
The peaceful city goes to sleep.
"Its long til dawn"
Cries a siren in the street.
Cause the night
Is where the young bold lovers rule
A reign of spite
Daytimes they're hidden in the clouds
Click, clack, cluck!
When their feet clack to the ground,
Click, clack, cluck,
Oh, it makes a lovely sound
Cause the air is clean,
Where the dangers always near.
Its easy seen,
They're unfamiliar with fear
Cause boys,
Wanna know what makes men crawl,
What makes empires fall.
Wanna hear and see it all,
Cause it seems to them
A mystic and unbelievable.
Don L. Lee
And the sisters of the night
Is yours for free
If you dare to take a bite
Cause love is cheap
And nutritious in the streets.
We hide and seek
Its easy not to fall asleep.
When boys,
Wanna know what makes men crawl,
What makes empires fall.
Wanna hear and see it all,
Cause it seems to them
A mystic and unbelievable.
Lofty hills of laughs we climb
Sugary spices waits outside
Time is on our side
And we have everything to gain
But if you hear the mountains swing
And if you hear the angels roar
Let me know,
Ill play the chord,
There's a go
In our flow
That would make a strong man bow,
Oh, it's a marvel to be seen
How it flows
In chryzantemummy green.
But some do scorn,
Hearing the fleshy engines roar,
Afraid to show
Where their angelheads do grow
Cause boys,
Wanna know what makes men crawl,
What makes empires fall.
Wanna hear and see it all,
Cause it seems to them