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Tuesday, November 26 2002
AA - 18th and Church, San Francisco, CA Wednesday, November 20 2002AA - Cornwall and Arguello, San Francisco, CA AA - Sacramento and Drumm, San Francisco, CA Sunday, November 03 2002D - Mission and 14th, San Francisco, CA Tuesday, October 22 2002AA - Sanchez and Henry, San Francisco, CA Tuesday, August 27 2002AA - Broadway and Embarcadero, San Francisco, CA AA - Site #17, Ponderosa Campground, Los Padres National Forest Saturday, August 03 2002AA - Noe and 18th St, San Francisco, CA Tuesday, July 30 2002AA - Prince and Broadway, New York, NY Monday, July 29 2002D - Prospect Park Drive, South Corner of Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY Tuesday, July 16 2002AA - 14th and Sanchez, San Francisco Saturday, July 13 2002AA - Market and Charles L. Brennan, San Francisco Friday, July 12 2002AA - Embarcadero and Pier 32, San Francisco AAA - Sanchez and Duboce, San Francisco AA - Mission and 3rd, San Francisco Friday, June 21 2002C - Stairs at 20th and Sanchez, San Francisco Everywhere. These portable energy sources, composite names which induce ideas of everlasting power. Duracell. Energizer. Their death and exhaustion meaning a world gone wrong. "Oh shit, my batteries died." Their casual use, consumption and disposal a constant 5 billion United States dollars in sales annually. Five billion dollars of Cadmium, Graphite, Lithium, Manganese, Mercury, Nickel, Potassium and Zinc. Five billion dollars of disposable energy. Five billion dollars to power Sonys, Nikons, Canons, and Samsungs. Fuel to the fire of overwhelming electronic dependence. When the bonfire of consumerism becomes too big, where does the forest fire stop? Wednesday, March 06 2002I never smelled a tree, or flower smelling so sweet. The walk from my work to the bus station, in the dwindling evening light, I walked past a tree with blossoms precociously budding at the mild San Francisco spring. And then I smelled them. Like a cloud of vaporized honey, enveloping me and my senses. I felt as if I was walking through a cloud of it, viscosity so high that just to walk was a monumental task. And turn my head, lift my nose and take one more *sniff* ... and I was out of the Siren's range. Walked onto the bus a little bit happier than before. |
