Two things that move faster than MUNI: MUNI being towed by a truck and that lady’s scooter.
Mayor Gavin Newsom dodges a pothole on Bike to Work Day. If only there were some sort of elected official who could oversee the repair of those…
I’m thinking the cost of accidentally taking an illegal turn on 16th Street is a little high.
I liked your inaugural post because the Forest Hill Muni station is extremely creepy. I’m not superstitious, but I can’t keep the hair from standing up on the back of my neck. I’m convinced it’s a portal to Hell. I’m not sure if it’s a Dante, Buffy or Stephen King type of portal, though.
Apparently those without direct deposit go to a “teller”. And at this “teller” you receive quarters for laundry, parking meters, etc.
The Bay Area Rapid Transit frees me of this inconvenience.
Homeward bound. That land has too much sun.
I realize my license has expired, stern TSA person. It was an oversight. Why are you making such a big deal about it? If I flew from point A to point B with the expired license, I don’t see why I can’t fly back to point A again—the place where the card says I live. We both know I’m getting on that plane. It’s a government-issued ID. I still am the person on the card. It’s not like they revoked my identity between the expiration date and now.
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For no apparent reason, this photo hit me like a jab to the gut.
Wanderlust: it sneaks up on you.
- Embarcadero
- Montgomery
- Powell
- Manhood
On the BART ride home this prick sits down next to me with his 40 of Budweiser.
And I’m thinking, “Great, now I have to endure this tool a for another half-hour.”
But then he opens his paper and starts to read. And just like that, he’s not a chavvy prick at all, only a working-class guy trying to have a libation on the way home. He seems to enjoy the sports page, but he reads the economic news more closely, holding the paper more tightly in his hands.
Soon after, several middle aged ladies fill up the aisle. He discreetly hides the beer under his newspaper. When I get up, he’s far more polite than I would have been with the “Excuse me”.
I know we have rules prohibiting the consumption of alcohol in public. But it’s worth remembering why we have them. It’s too bad those irresponsible few have to ruin it for the rest of us.
Sorry kids, it’s true.
Riiiight.
Because there’s no difference between a Hummer and a Prius.
Because one can’t reduce one’s carbon footprint completely, one gets to feel smug about making no effort to reduce it at all.
The shoes would have been hard to pull off without the toupee.
San Fransisco, 1905
Shot from the front of a tram, a pleasant seven minute trip into downtown San Fransisco just before the earthquake and fire.
Putting cameras on the front of moving vehicles (particularly trains and streetcars) was big entertainment in the first days of cinema, see the similar The Haverstraw Tunnel (1897), or Tram Ride Into Halifax (1902) and Ride On A Tram Car Through Belfast (1901) from the superlative Mitchell and Kenyon collection held by the BFI. The idea of moving whilst sat in a cinema seat, drawn through the scenery as if by some sort of phantom force, particularly engaged turn-of-the-century cinema-goers: creating moving shots using the rudimentary camera equipment was otherwise near impossible.
A hundred years later, this type of film gives a great idea of contemporary attitudes towards movement and mobility in urban areas. Of particular interest in this example, for instance, is the prevalent attitude towards shared street space, a concept which is beginning to come back into vogue.
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I should point out that it’s a vagina bicycle.
And yes, I’m sure all the “Can I get a ride?” jokes are stale.
