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Cal Sailing Club is the best deal on the bay if you want fun, safe, cooperative windsurfing and sailing. All the teachers are volunteers, the club is a non-profit, and members fix the gear and provide free sailing Open House events and free sailing for disadvantaged youth groups in summer. Thanks to grants from the State Department of Boating and Waterways, the gear is superb--nice wide, stable windsurf boards with lightweight, easily handled sails, and modern trainer sailboats with nimble controls and forgiving handling. Plus the club has a "refugee kitchen" where hungry windsurfers and sailors gather for food and homebrew. If you just want to learn windsurfing, and want a pro to get you carving jibes fast, a windsurf program like Alameda Boardsports, ABK, or Delta Windsurf is great. But for a fun intro to windsurfing, Cal Sailing Club offers the best deal on the bay.
In Berkeley, we do the recycle. Other cities just recycle, but we do a dance that involves some of us making an imperfect act of contrition for our contributions to pollution, followed by a wealth-spreading procession of scavengers, garbage haulers, and recyclers through our streets, all orchestrated by an overflowing cast of do-gooders. Most of us in Berkeley could give a shit, and having just one trashcan is fine for us, but our kids are taught better, so we'll put a token can in the blue recycling bin once in a while, when the little buggers are watching. But for the religious and officious, anything not put in the blue recycling bin is mortal sin, that directly feeds into the Pacific Garbage Gyre, visible in satellite photos as the head of Mother Teresa, or the Pieta if you stand on your head. So every trash day, a procession of smokin' hooptymobiles crawls the street, relieving the blue recycling bins of all the items that have Cash Redemption Value, to be cashed in out in Pittsburgh, 'cause the recycle yard in Berkeley don't pay shit. They're followed by the City garbage trucks, spewing biodiesel smoke, driven by two guys in serious danger of heart attacks from all the drinking up and chowing down they been doing in Vegas. And followed, later on in the pm, after tokin' time is over, by the 420 friendly crew on the recycling trucks, spewing more biodiesel smoke, taking it down to yet another crew, who'll do the picking line, and separate the cash crop from the leavings. In other towns, one set of trucks cruises the street, and the cops bust recycling thieves, but our cops are making $130k/yr and are too busy talking to their girlfriends to fuck with that, plus what's the percentage? The scavengers are working after all.
Why's there so much unrecyclable plastic in Berkeley trash? 'Cause the scavengers have made off with all the salable stuff that the pious have so carefully separated from their trash. And cause after you pay for all those pensions for the garbage truck guys, and all the recycling consultants hired by the City, and all the City staff members who are administering the consultants and having all those workshops and retreats, and buying new recycling bins to replace the ones you bought just a few years ago (waste of plastic? no! this will pay off in 3 eternities by reducing the workers comp claims of the recyclers!) there is just no fucking money left to pay to recycle anything more than #1 and #2 plastics. But that's OK, we are doing the recycle. The fact that we are landfilling plastic that could be recycled just shows we are leaders in dance.
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