Thursday, December 4, 2008

One Year in the Making

Yesterday marked one year of a project in the making. I have successfully attempted to collect at least one bus transfer per day for one whole year with December 3rd 2007 as the starting date. Since I use a fast pass I rely on finding them around the city and contributions from other riders. So the first big leg of this project is complete. Please stay tuned ....


"Does running late count as exercise"

from a post it note
- Jeff B. - SF, CA.

(When I first read this I subconsciously added 'running late for the bus' in the middle of this without realizing. Ha.)- LK.

Found Something Else

Looking for transfers I came across this poor little, tiny bunny-doll face down, with one ear neatly tucked under its face. I didn't quite know how to handle this....

Monday, December 1, 2008

The Wrong Way

I have a fan in Portland Oregon who rides the bus. She comes across the most amazing people and her stories are hilarious. Every once and a while I receive one of these story-gifts via text or voice mail. This text just came in, read on:

"My bus driver just went the wrong way.
We went in a circle. She doesn't know
the route. Some old man is giving
directions. Stupid."

Monday, November 24, 2008

Fried Chicken Wonderland

OK how do I begin this...well... I can start by saying that I don't quite understand the logic in what I am about to relay. Here's what I saw;

Setting: Nov. 24th 2008, Approx; 1:55pm; Overcast, cool; 22 Fillmore toward Mission.

Fairly relaxed atmosphere on the bus. The usual afternoon crowd. Some older folks in the front. A few kids cutting school in the back, one or two crazies having conversations with their hands , other people etc. I find a seat toward the back facing back.

Then I smell fried chicken. Who has fried chicken?

Across from me and to the right this lady had with her a box of Popeye's take out. Ok fine. She has lunch. Good. But then she proceeds to open her Happy-Popeye-Meal and eat as if she's at her dining room table. Smearing catchup on the chicken leg, crispy, greasy, chewing the fleshy carcass, fingers grabbing, mouth wide shoving the head of the bone in making sure she gets every last piece of cartilage, every vein. Ignores the biscuit and goes for the oher leg... or was it a wing?

Anyway, I know we get hungry and I wouldn't want anyone to starve (starving being highly unprobable) and it's not that seeing this horrifying display of fried chicken eating isn't disturbing, but my real question is, what is so desireable about indulging in (probably) your favorite meal in a large moving vehicle, in front of twenty or so strangers smelling you, staring at you chew and chew and swallow and bite and knaw and suck pieces that get stuck between your teeth? Do you like that? Do you like that your innocent bite or two turned into a full on public eating performance?

Just wondering.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Ear Man on BART

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Horse Monsters.

View of the horse monsters traveling on BART. I love them.