Recycled Art

Saturday we went to drop off our boxes at a recycle dump in Oakland. Scary indeed. This is where all the shopping cart recyclers come to get money for the cans and bottles taken from recycle bins at the curb. Good on them for doing it, but it was a little crazy there with conveyer belts growling and bottles screeching as they go to their certain doom.

Outside the chaos were two sentinels that I had to take a picture of. C-3PO and his orangutan friend were stationed outside, observing the fun. Some genius took parts from the recycling and fashioned these pretty sophisticated replicas.

Hurray for recycling!

Spot, Behind Bars

Poor Spot--so cute hanging out on this wall at Webster and Geary. I only stumbled upon him by accident when, in a trance, I got off the bus three stops too early. But there he was, in jail. You can see my shadow self taunting him because I am free.

Toast of Gay Paris....

...or Paris and the Eiffel Tower are toast?

This was duct taped to my building this morning. I can't quite figure out if it's a threat or a grand compliment to on of my house mates. Since this is a city of peace and love I will assume the best. Have some champagne on me.