I think it's an expensive boondoggle that will probably just cost San Francisco money while stroking the ego of Silicon Valley plutocrat Larry Ellison, but we happened to be on Marina Green yesterday. And so we got a gander at the strange vessels which will contest what used to be a gentleman's "yacht race."
They were doing training runs in a light breeze. They need the practice in these waters; last month one of these souped up engineering marvels flipped, killing an experienced British sailor. The vessel on the left is the Swedish entrant, Artemis; I don't know the provenance of the one with the clear sails.
Here's one of the Oracle vessels trying to fly.
Alcatraz Island does make a nice background.
Oracle has taken over the St. Francis Yacht Club for the duration. Marina Green is filling up with tents and concessions. In general, I think this is an area to avoid until late September when the racing concludes.
CORRECTION: Michael Strickland points out that last photo is of the Golden Gate Yacht Club. Shows what I know.
This San Francisco purveyor of graffiti has it right. When times are bleak -- when country and planet sink under the barely restrained sway of greed, raw power, and fear -- it's time to restate what matters.
I write here to preserve and kindle hope for a national and global turn toward multi-racial, economically egalitarian, gender non-constricting, woman affirming, and peace choosing democracy that preserves the habitability of earth for all. There's a big order -- but what else is there to do but struggle for this? Not much.
Topics range from the minuscule to the transcendent to the global, from dire to delightful. I am not an optimist, but I refuse to allow myself to wallow within the easy bias that everything is going to always be awful. Good also happens; love lives too.
I've been yammering here about activism, politics, history, racism and other occasional horrors and pleasures since 2005. I intend to continue as long as the opportunity exists. In this time, that means activism and chronicling resistance. Perhaps it always has, one way and another.
I'm a progressive political activist who runs trails and climbs mountains whenever any are available. I've had the privilege to work for justice in Central America (Nicaragua and El Salvador), in South Africa, in the fields of California with the United Farmworkers Union, and in the cities and schools of my own country. I'm a Christian of the Episcopalian flavor; we think and argue a lot. For work, I've done a bit of it all: run an old fashioned switch-board; remodeled buildings and poured concrete; edited and published periodicals, reports and books; and organized for electoral campaigns. Will work for justice.