post 24

Last Saturday Amanda and I went to the coast with two different agendas. Amanda's was to spend money, and mine was to clean a beach. It was Oregon’s semiannual beach cleanup. I have never gone to it before. Amanda dropped me off and went to the outlet mall, while I got to work picking up garbage. I don’t usually do this type of thing, not that I am against cleaning beaches, I just don’t usually make the time to go and do it. The reason I did do it was to fulfill an assignment for my environmental science class. So it wasn’t just out of the goodness of my heart.
Well I spent about an hour and a half walking down to this giant cliff, and then an hour coming back. Then I spent the last half hour going the other direction on the beach. It was going this direction that I saw some people standing around a dark mound. It turned out to be a dead sea lion. I don’t know how it died, but it was pretty sad to look at.
It didn’t rain too much on me, but there sure was wind. I think the weirdest thing I put into my bag was a half buried blanket, that I unburied. I was “smart” enough to unbury it at the beginning of the pickup and carry it with me for 2½ hours. What was I thinking?
Well I was successful at my agenda, and Amanda was at hers. If you want to hear about that though, you have to ask her.

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post 23

On September 11th 2001 I started the day working. By that I mean that I was working from 11 pm on the 10th until 7:30 am the 11th. I found out about the hijacked planes and attacks or attempted attacks on different buildings from someone coming in for the morning shift. I went over to Amber's house and turned on the television. I can't be sure, but I may have seen one or both of the towers fall live on tv. I went home and watched some news there. I remember being so angry that anything like this would happen; that people could have so much hate to kill thousands of people. I was ready to kick some butt. Of course over time I cooled off and was not so angry. I enjoyed how the country came together and was sad to see it slip back into its comforts. Though I do see many flags still, I don't seem to see as many. United We Stand, is what many posters said. I think many people are sitting now or not standing united. Something else that bugs me is that people think that a missile hit the pentagon and not a plane. Tell that to the families of the people that died on that plane. They never existed. Your loved one was just a missile. I don't think that would pass very easily.

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post 22

22 is my lucky number. But this will not be a happy post. Yesterday I heard some pretty terrible news. On September 4th, 2006, Steve Irwin (the Crocodile Hunter) died after having a stingray stab him in the heart. Amanda told me over the phone asking if I had heard. I am still hoping that he just wanted to retire and it is all an elaborate ruse, but I think that is highly unlikely. He said that what he wants to be remembered for most is passion and enthusiasm towards conservation. Steve will be remembered for both those things, because he did not lack in either. I never got a chance to meet the bloke, but perhaps some day I will be able to go and visit the Australia Zoo and see the legacy that he left for many generations. To those that did not know about Steve’s passing, I am sorry that you had to find out from reading this. Perhaps next time I post I will have something nice to write about.

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