Monday, June 25, 2012

Sharp Eye Pays Off for Oakland Picker

Long-time trash picker Claire A. was rewarded handily for her hawklike eyes last Thursday. Following an apartment fire on 7th Street in Oakland that had displaced residents and disrupted transbay BART service, A. reported that she was riding near the affected area when she spotted a suspicious-looking green piece of paper on the street. “It looked like money,” she explained, “so I went back to get it.”

Sure enough, A. had stumbled upon the largest sum yet to be found by a Talkin’ Trash volunteer—$20, nestled right in there with the other bottle caps, pieces of cardboard, and cup lids. “You never know what you’ll find when you’re out on the street,” A. concluded. “I just wish it had been $100."

Saturday, June 23, 2012

let's write, let's sing a picker's "that's cool, that's trash"

So Ray & Dave & Patty are trying to cook up a smokin' rendition of the Street Cleaners' 1964 song, "That's Cool, That's Trash", as a theme song for the upcoming TV show. Check it out here:

 

So as you can probably tell the lyrics are basically a celebration of a "general spirit of drinking age joie de vivre". Yeah. We wanna soup up the hot rod here for our trash pickin' endeavors, and wanna ask you for your help. What would this song sound like if it went for the general spirit of neighborhood walkin' and trash pickin', and made you smile all the while? Let's mash it up, re-write it, put words that you think should be in the new version...comments below welcome!

Lyrics copied over (by hand, thanks) based on version on this site:
there's gonna be a big party at my house
(la-la-la-la-la-la la-la, that's cool)
I'm chargin' two bucks to get into my house
(la-la-la-la-la-la la-la, that's trash)
you know the food and the drinks are all for free
if you wanna pay the cook you gotta find-a me

now there ain't gonna be any kissin' on the dancin' floor
(la-la-la-la-la-la la-la, that's trash)
and there ain't gonna be any dancin' on the kissin' floor
(la-la-la-la-la-la la-la, that's cool)
i got a lot of records for you to hear
but my phonograph hasn't worked for over a year

...

there'll be a lot of cool chicks who love to rock now
(la-la-la-la-la-la la-la, that's cool)
they gotta leave by nine o'clock now
(la-la-la-la-la-la la-la, that's trash)
but later on we can go for a ride
i got a new motor scooter with powerglide

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

June 3rd in Oakland: Bashin' Trash with the JLDA

Wug on a tree
Well, it seems that trash-picking activities are gathering momentum in Oakland and across the bay. Just a little over a month since hundreds of volunteers picked and cleaned their way around East Oakland at the April 28 Keep Oakland Beautiful event, and following our own pick in uptown Oakland the next day, we were tipped off by stalwart trash talker & picker Claire the Extraordinaire about an annual event in her neighborhood that would be too good to miss.

Since 1999, the Jack London Neighborhood Association and in more recent years the Jack London District Association has put on an annual "Trash Bash" that brings residents in the area together to set broom and pickstick to the pavement, and remove dozens if not hundreds of pounds of plastic bits, wood pieces, cardboard scraps, empty cups and cans, cigarette butts, and all kinds of other junk from the streets--all while collecting pesky e-waste from community members too. If you want to read about all their past bashes you can see them on this page; being of the academic ilk, I'm personally a fan of their write-up of Trash Bash III in 2001, mostly because of the spiffy PDF format and their nice before-and-after pictures (see below).

We had great conversations and informal interviews with Ben Delaney, a founder of the Jack London District Association and long-term president of the association; Dan Dunkle, leader of the Radiance Oak live/work community, and long-time community advocate Gary Knecht. And we all walked away with full stomachs thanks to Steve Sacks of Prime Smoked Meats and the team of food donors and volunteers they had lined up. Tons of fun talking to you at lunch, Jamel and Lance!

And yes, because by this time we know that you're all wishing you had been there and wondering how you can find out more, we can tell you for sure that some footage from our conversations with Ben and Dan will be featured in the first episode of our TV show forthcoming via the Midpeninsula Community Media Center (expect within 6 weeks--sorry, folks, this ain't the nightly news, but we'll keep you posted).

In the meantime, and in the rest of this post, we want to shift modes from mostly language to mostly images, because they tell so much of the story of the spirit of the streets that you can come in touch with when you're out there picking with like-minded folks. A few of us took the shots below but they're right in tempo with what the folks from JLDA read from pictures like these, when they write: "While roaming the streets you may discover the answer to life, the universe and everything" (from the Trash Bash VI page). So, here's to the answers, or, at least, to the discoveries:

Here's Youki, Claire (taking picture), and a few other Trash Bash volunteers (out of view of the camera here) working the street. Before...

Youki taking care of business

        and after...

A clean sidewalk, clean gutter

And now here's Claire putting the finishing touches on this street by the 880 overpass. Looks almost picturesque, doesn't it?

Claire and the highway

     ...while Jim focuses on pickin' butts out of hard to reach places:

Jim pickin' butts

Now Ray models his modified trash picker's belt, replete with found tools, bags, and even chopsticks for those hard-to-reach items:

the picker's belt

Then, after the three hours of picking was over, Ben and Dan spoke to the crowd about just how much had been accomplished:

Ben and Dan speak to the crowd

...and everyone listened in the middle of all the eating, drinking and dancing:

Trash Bash 2012 crowd

Last, but not least, I have to share the second sighting of the rare bird known as a "wug" (thanks, Humphreys, for the point-out). Because, while in the days, weeks and months following a trash pick-up like this, the wind blows and more trash accumulates on the street's surface, there are discoveries made and memories formed that go much deeper.

To catch a wug

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Amplifying the pick with the Sea Scavenger Conservancy, May 12 2012

Yesterday Youki & I hopped on BART so we could join up with Lorraine Palmer and the Sea Scavenger Conservancy for their monthly industrial shoreline cleanup. We were expecting to be down on the rocks with our toes almost dangling in the water by Mission Bay or further south, but yesterday the schedule brought us to the stretch of the Embarcadero between Pier 40 and the Bay Bridge--"from plate to gate", as Lorraine said.

We could try to report back on every bottle cap and cigarette butt, every plastic wrapper and empty chip bag, every bottle of booze and torn piece of fabric, every lone shoe and single-use dental floss--and so on and so forth--that we picked off the ground and put into the big lined malt bags that SSC uses for picking. Actually, these bags are worth a post by themselves--they're perfect! Easy to carry, tough, big, and as Lorraine showed us, having a liner lets you keep the occasional little treasure separate when you don't want to toss it in along with the rest. And you'll find lots of little treasures when you're out on the pick long enough.

Yup, we could report on that stuff. And sure, hopefully we did help keep a few (dozen) pounds of plastic and other junk out of the SF bay. One thing we definitely did was to meet some cool regular volunteers and others who were just discovering the joys of picking after signing up through the volunteer placement organization, One Brick. Those little things--and for us the mini talkin' trash team getting joined by Hsinyu who BARTed over from Berkeley in the middle of the pick--give you inspiration, and help you learn about the place you're in too.

Yeah, we could try to report on everything. But after looking at the bay, and the ocean, while you put one little piece of trash after the other into your bag, it's also pretty easy to feel overwhelmed. It's too much for a few pickers, or ten, or even a hundred to do. How, I've been wondering since yesterday, inspired by the spirit of all the volunteers, do you not only amplify the efforts you're making (getting more and more people interested, picking up more and more trash), but also to make efforts that take place in one place in one time by one group of people stand up and speak further, longer, and with another audience? Even after the wind has picked up and the empty chip bags over there blow back onto the sidewalk we just cleaned....

Here's one idea. Try clicking on the blue lines and the little colored pushpins on the map below. See the half mile along the Embarcadero where all the Sea Scavenger Conservancy volunteers picked bags of stuff off the streets, out of fences and bushes? See the picture of the mystery schedule that Zack guessed was for training truck drivers? See the sewer cover where I tried to fish out some paper and plastic (luckily didn't lose the stick down there, whew)? See all the places where more pins could be added, telling the stories and showing the sights? If you were on the pick, and heck, even if you weren't, you can add to this map too...click it...go there...drop a pin...make it grow...


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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Looking back on this pick, looking forward to the next...

finding trash with heart...
Well, we have to say that our trash pick in uptown Oakland and over to Lake Merritt on Sunday afternoon was pretty much as awesome as trash-picking can get. Good conversations, thought-provoking finds, a public poetry reading and, oh yeah, lots of trash cleaned from the streets! Altogether we were seven volunteers and spent almost three solid hours cleaning and bagging trash, and chronicling some of these experiences, thanks to our steady cameraman Mike.

There's lots more to say of course but instead of my trying to summarize it I wonder: if you were on the pick, what's one memorable experience you had? Connection you made? Thing you found? Picking technique you developed? Or other memorable aspect of the afternoon?

And if you weren't on the pick, but were there in spirit or involved in picking somewhere else, we'd love to hear your pickin' thoughts too!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Uptown Oakland trash pick on April 29

Even though there were hundreds of volunteers picking yesterday for the big National Day of Action via Keep America Beautiful (see the link in our blogroll), apparently there is still some trash left on the streets of Oakland. We're gonna hit the streets with Claire, Jim, Mike, and anyone else who'd like to pick. Meet Sunday the 29th at 1pm right in front of Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe, at the corner of 18th and Telegraph Ave., next to the Fox Theater, and a super short walk from the 19th street BART station. From there we'll go toward Lake Merritt...welcome all, join the pick & smile...


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Friday, April 13, 2012

"C'mon, let's go!": Overcoming picker's anxiety at Geary & 25th

A few days ago I was transferring from the 38L to the 29 in San Francisco's Richmond district, heading to visit a few dear friends who were leaving the country later that day, starting a new life again in their home country of Japan. The clouds had broken above, after several days of rain, but still a very sad day. As I crossed the street to wait at the bus stop, I checked my bus schedule. 5 minutes until the bus would arrive. And this is what I saw:

Yup, your eyes aren't lying. There's a plastic big-gulp cup, a bunch of papers, a to-go container with some noodles spilled out over the concrete, and why not, parts of an orange smashed onto the sidewalk. It looks like someone(s) almost made it to the trash can, but decided to dump things right next to it. Or was it a windy night the night before they emptied the can, and there was overflow spilling onto the sidewalk. Or someone, or your local raccoon, foraging through the can in the early morning hours. A mess no matter how you look at it.

I was thinking about the time, and looking at my watch. I wanted to pick this up, such a mess! But I hadn't brought my pikstik. Then I thought--wait a minute, I have some plastic bags in my backpack. I'll just use one as a glove, and pick up the pieces of trash one by one, and drop them into the can. Kind of like dog owners do with the dog's...well, you know.

Then I started to hesitate. There were 7 or 8 people sitting at the bus stop already, waiting there with me. People dressed nicely, even fashionably, with sunglasses on, looking at their smartphones or disinterestedly off into the distance. Was I ready to start handling those noodles? No matter that I would be using a plastic bag; it still seemed like I'd be touching that trash with my hands, and suddenly I felt the stigma of being a trash guy, a trashy guy. I had the bag in my hand, but I thought about it more, buying a little time by looking down the street again. Was the bus coming yet?

And then, the most beautiful of things! An older man, maybe close to 70, and much shorter than me, had jumped right in, taken up the task, with no hesitation whatsoever! He was crouching down, reaching and grabbing at the trash with a pink bag (mine was white), dropping the junk into the can. Then he saw that I was looking at him, bag in my hand, and motioned at me: "C'mon! Let's go!" he said.

And so I did. I reached down next to him and grabbed some noodles, and then that piece of orange that you see in the picture above. Cleaning it up only took a few seconds (sorry, we didn't have the tools to take care of all that moisture underneath) and before I knew it, the man had produced a bottle of water from his bag, and was pouring it over both of his hands, washing them. He offered it to me, and though I wondered if our hands even needed washing (they were protected the whole time--was it a symbolic cleaning ritual?) I accepted gladly and he poured the water over my hands too.

We had had just enough time to shake off the water and grab our bags, smiling at this moment of unplanned partnership, before the bus came and everyone else got in line. I got on first and sat in the middle of the bus. He stopped at the door to talk to the driver, and sat down in front. And just like that, we never got to speak to each other again, but I smiled again at this picking experience. Why worry, I thought, about how it looks to be picking up trash alone. There might just be another picker right there with you.