On Thursday, in a heavy fog, a ship grazed the bay bridge, which ripped open its fuel tank.
The early reports were that a hundred some-odd gallons of fuel oil spilled out. Later, they revealed that about 58,000 gallons came out.
Apparently fuel oil is especially bad for wildlife, because unlike crude oil, it doesn't sink, and unlike diesel, it doesn't evaporate.
On Saturday, Tuna and I walked down to a part of the San Francisco shore that was "protected" by a barrier from the spill. These photos show you just how effective that protection was.
On a happier note, I'm going back to Rhode Island on Tuesday (arriving Wednesday morning), and trying to prepare myself for a little reverse culture shock, now that I've almost gotten acclimated to San Francisco.
Looking forward to catching up with friends (dinner on Saturday, OK everyone?), and getting some more work on my house done. It won't be ready to rent yet, but I'll be able to push it along a little.
Here's a more pleasant picture of Tuna making more friends at the Alamo Square dog park.
I'm Bill. These are my observations on queer health, and other things I care about for one reason or another. Tuna was my adorable dog, a companion of 16 years.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Puppets. Halloween. Growing things.
Dear faithful readers!
I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up to date.
Last night, my friend Jenny invited me to a puppet party.
Mr. Bill here went to a therapy session, where he discovered he had an attachment disorder...
On Halloween, I went out with Mark and four other zombies.
I had a lot of fun acting like I was hungry for fresh brains.
I was convincing enough with my dragging shuffle and vacant stare that a lot of people actually cringed away in fear. The thing that surprised me though was how many guys wanted to hit on a zombie. Didn't see that coming!
October 27th there was a big "Bring Home the Troops" March that kicked off from City Hall. So Tuna and I went down to watch and lend a little support.
Paul and Sasha were kind enough to take Tuna and I to Crissy Field. We threw tennis balls in the ocean.
My "garden" is coming along nicely. You can see the various sages in the foreground, and the big rosemary bush on the back wall.
The avocado pits are really starting to take off now. There are little leaves forming!
I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up to date.
Last night, my friend Jenny invited me to a puppet party.
Mr. Bill here went to a therapy session, where he discovered he had an attachment disorder...
On Halloween, I went out with Mark and four other zombies.
I had a lot of fun acting like I was hungry for fresh brains.
I was convincing enough with my dragging shuffle and vacant stare that a lot of people actually cringed away in fear. The thing that surprised me though was how many guys wanted to hit on a zombie. Didn't see that coming!
October 27th there was a big "Bring Home the Troops" March that kicked off from City Hall. So Tuna and I went down to watch and lend a little support.
Paul and Sasha were kind enough to take Tuna and I to Crissy Field. We threw tennis balls in the ocean.
My "garden" is coming along nicely. You can see the various sages in the foreground, and the big rosemary bush on the back wall.
The avocado pits are really starting to take off now. There are little leaves forming!
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