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Went on a beach cleanup today. Got up at 7:30 and met Earth Club at the BART station at 8:30ish, then we BARTed into the city (San Fran). Then it was the usual run-around trying to find Muni bus 5, which took us, oh, half an hour-forty five minutes, then the Muni bus ran for about...close to an hour and FINALLY we were at Ocean Beach. Yes, it's quite an original name.
Got our bags and pretty purple gloves and started cleaning up the shit-mess that is San Fran's Ocean Beach and...well, most other places in San Fran. Fortunately I didn't find any hypodermic needles--thanks, I don't want HIV just yet. Found enough bottle caps to start a collection, if you're into collecting rusty ones. It was gross, but satisfying in its own right. Hey, us rich-ass suburbanites need to do something so our money and general well-offness doesn't weigh too heavily on our consciences, right?
Muni-ed back into downtown, and had to get off because of the Veteran's Day Parade, so we walked back to Market Street and got some nibbles, then hung around to watch the veterans march. John commented on the Iraq protesters marching with them (Veterans against Iraq war, something thereabouts), said they shouldn't protest on Veteran's Day. Frankly, I was perfectly fine with it. You can protest the war, just don't protest the warriors. :)
Trekked back to BART and headed home, and by then I was nearabouts exhausted. Going into the city is tiring.
So yay, now I'm back home, and I've got enough homework to fuse my cerebellum to my skull until tomorrow. Plus I'm tired. Anyway, the whole thing was pretty fun. There's going to be another one in December and I intend to go again.
Went on a beach cleanup today. Got up at 7:30 and met Earth Club at the BART station at 8:30ish, then we BARTed into the city (San Fran). Then it was the usual run-around trying to find Muni bus 5, which took us, oh, half an hour-forty five minutes, then the Muni bus ran for about...close to an hour and FINALLY we were at Ocean Beach. Yes, it's quite an original name.
Got our bags and pretty purple gloves and started cleaning up the shit-mess that is San Fran's Ocean Beach and...well, most other places in San Fran. Fortunately I didn't find any hypodermic needles--thanks, I don't want HIV just yet. Found enough bottle caps to start a collection, if you're into collecting rusty ones. It was gross, but satisfying in its own right. Hey, us rich-ass suburbanites need to do something so our money and general well-offness doesn't weigh too heavily on our consciences, right?
Muni-ed back into downtown, and had to get off because of the Veteran's Day Parade, so we walked back to Market Street and got some nibbles, then hung around to watch the veterans march. John commented on the Iraq protesters marching with them (Veterans against Iraq war, something thereabouts), said they shouldn't protest on Veteran's Day. Frankly, I was perfectly fine with it. You can protest the war, just don't protest the warriors. :)
Trekked back to BART and headed home, and by then I was nearabouts exhausted. Going into the city is tiring.
So yay, now I'm back home, and I've got enough homework to fuse my cerebellum to my skull until tomorrow. Plus I'm tired. Anyway, the whole thing was pretty fun. There's going to be another one in December and I intend to go again.
