15 + 5 points
Observation by Teeth Beetles
January 7th, 2009 8:10 PM / Location: 37.769480,-122.4740
Prologue:
I had originally planned to get a bunch of other tasks done, but unsuccessfully hunting for a single plant in Strybing Arboretum yielded no results. Searching for a small weedy shrub in 20 acres, with no idea where to look, I should have known, but 3 hours later, nothing. I did, however, discover the Children's Garden in Strybing. It is utterly, utterly creepy. I went back to my car, and started to write.
I am sitting in my car, parked at Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park. I can see Sutro Tower mocking me with its points. I can hear someone beating on a skin drum. A flock of pigeons take off with a flutter of wings. A family of four feeds the mallards. I am parked behind a “Bible Universe” truck with a license plate frame that reads, “THE SEVENTH DAY IS THE SABBATH”. A flock of Western gulls fly overhead. A couple with a stroller walks by. I hear a helicopter flying overhead. A skinny jogger with a pot belly in a gray running suit runs by. Someone in the distance yells. I am really, really hungry. Kids are looking at gophers. The wind causes the eucalyptus trees to sway. Cars periodically drive by. The drummer accelerates the tempo. A coot scoots by in the lake. A teal pedal-boat lazily floats by. An old Australian sheepdog walks by with its human. A man points at the sky while eating something. There is a fallen tree in the lake. The drummer is starting to fray my nerves. A woman in Ugg boots and a black jacket briefly fondles the butt of her man before wrapping her arm around his. One of the kids gets on a scooter. A perky dog with erect ears walks by. The dog barks. A plane flies overhead. The kids wave to the plane. It turns out to be a helicopter. A Visalia van drives by and a sedan parks across the street. I hear the coo of pigeons. The drumming stops. Another helicopter flies overhead. I feel tired. More people walk by. I plug in my radio. I am cold. Tourists walk by. A family of three walks by. Two old men walk by. A car with the FSM drives by. A rott mix off-leash saunters by. Three old men walk by. Another Honda Accord pulls out of a space. A coot sticks a water landing. A family of three walks by. A father and son walk by. He then turns and walks back. The kids play with a plastic star-mold. Three trucks drive by. A big mastiff and its human walks by with a stroller. A guy with a weird haircut walks by. An old man with shorts over bikeshorts speedwalks by. A pair of pedalboaters seem stuck. A large family walks by. A convertible drives by. People cluster around, looking at the gopher.
It was a lot more interesting than I thought it would be...
I had originally planned to get a bunch of other tasks done, but unsuccessfully hunting for a single plant in Strybing Arboretum yielded no results. Searching for a small weedy shrub in 20 acres, with no idea where to look, I should have known, but 3 hours later, nothing. I did, however, discover the Children's Garden in Strybing. It is utterly, utterly creepy. I went back to my car, and started to write.
I am sitting in my car, parked at Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park. I can see Sutro Tower mocking me with its points. I can hear someone beating on a skin drum. A flock of pigeons take off with a flutter of wings. A family of four feeds the mallards. I am parked behind a “Bible Universe” truck with a license plate frame that reads, “THE SEVENTH DAY IS THE SABBATH”. A flock of Western gulls fly overhead. A couple with a stroller walks by. I hear a helicopter flying overhead. A skinny jogger with a pot belly in a gray running suit runs by. Someone in the distance yells. I am really, really hungry. Kids are looking at gophers. The wind causes the eucalyptus trees to sway. Cars periodically drive by. The drummer accelerates the tempo. A coot scoots by in the lake. A teal pedal-boat lazily floats by. An old Australian sheepdog walks by with its human. A man points at the sky while eating something. There is a fallen tree in the lake. The drummer is starting to fray my nerves. A woman in Ugg boots and a black jacket briefly fondles the butt of her man before wrapping her arm around his. One of the kids gets on a scooter. A perky dog with erect ears walks by. The dog barks. A plane flies overhead. The kids wave to the plane. It turns out to be a helicopter. A Visalia van drives by and a sedan parks across the street. I hear the coo of pigeons. The drumming stops. Another helicopter flies overhead. I feel tired. More people walk by. I plug in my radio. I am cold. Tourists walk by. A family of three walks by. Two old men walk by. A car with the FSM drives by. A rott mix off-leash saunters by. Three old men walk by. Another Honda Accord pulls out of a space. A coot sticks a water landing. A family of three walks by. A father and son walk by. He then turns and walks back. The kids play with a plastic star-mold. Three trucks drive by. A big mastiff and its human walks by with a stroller. A guy with a weird haircut walks by. An old man with shorts over bikeshorts speedwalks by. A pair of pedalboaters seem stuck. A large family walks by. A convertible drives by. People cluster around, looking at the gopher.
It was a lot more interesting than I thought it would be...
