I don’t get any special kick out of giving up my seat on the bus, but sometimes it’s the right thing to do. It drives me crazy to see an infirm old woman barely able to keep on her feet on…
Transit Tales »
It was a bad day to get in my face. Though I had loads of work to do, I had left early; though it was unseasonably warm, bright, and sunny, I was headed right home to draw my blinds and go to…
From yesterday’s ride home:
I’ve gotten on the bus and picked an in-facing seat - not my usual, but a good one nonetheless. I don’t really check to see who is…
I was, again, on the bus, in my seat, watching the afternoon fade into evening outside the window, listening to something on my headphones I’d probably memorized months, if not years, prior, when…
okay, dude from the bus, I promised so I’ll deliver: here’s a little transit tale about the train, and its various rides and riders. Looking back, maybe I could have made it more…
This is a memorial post. Black cahiers notebook, we had some good times…
that creaking sound is me grinding my jaws - we were just told that the workers will *not* be here today to tear holes in our front wall and frame in some new windows, which we really need badly…
While I was writing out my last post longhand in my little notebook, I found myself having a conversation on the bus that has stuck with me. Lucky you, I’m sticking it back right here:…
Looks like it’s going to be the bus stop story, in honor of anyone who’s visiting from LitPark where I am doing a guest post…
It was a heavy ride, as the drivers say, all the way out from downtown. The bus was a tube of light and life, rolling back to the outer ‘hoods where I reside. I wore my buds in my ears and…
It is a wise fish who knows it is wet. some kind of famous damn proverb.
It was a humorless ride on a well-packed limited bus. Most of us were office and retail drones, jealously…
I think I have more to say now. Last night I was tired and wired and stuffed full of nasi goreng borobodur, a dish in which rice is a medium for the injestion of plentiful spicy green peppers. …
It’s been a busy day in Chuckleland, and the post I’d hoped to foist upon you before noon today now might - just might - get up before midnight. In lieu of an off-color joke skulking…
Time for transit! Here’s part 1. Give me a freaking break. I’m a busy man.
The new bus is a new experience, an exercise in veneer. I’m…
Yesterday I waxed unenthusiastic about my new commute to work. My vitriol was unexpended by that rant, so I continue unabated:
The route, too, seems to weave through town so as…
I didn’t usually ride the bus with anyone - fellow riders shared the space with me but not my company, by apparently mutal consent. But this particular Wednesday I’d met up…
I just posted this to fieldreport.com, too. Can’t spread it too thin, am I right people?
It being a Friday morning, I take the 38 bus to work. Since lately I’m…
Coming home that Friday night, I had a predisposition towards things musical. I’d started the day receiving an unexpected trove of something that was indubitably music, followed by a long…
In the festival of delights that is my life these days, I seem to have lost an entire rather lengthy post. In it I described in great detail my activities over the past few weekends, including…
I hopped the bus a little late last week and had to sit way in the back, but at least I still got an in-facing bench. The back is where the action is, I told myself - where the young people congregate…
This guy is an old-timer; I’ve seen him out there for years and years, and it looks to me as if he’d been out there quite some time before he ever came to my attention. His skin is…
Quiz: what is special about today? Hint: I AM A NERD. And now for your ignorification, here’s an honest-to-goodness transit tale!
I had been riding the bus for a while…
It had been some time since I’d had a noteworthy ride, and I’d started to think perhaps I’d lost my focus. Could it truly be that nothing was going on around me amid those dozens…
West Oakland is a tough neighborhood in anybody’s book. All I really know of it is what I see through the windows of the train when I ride through on my way to more felicitous destinations. …
Morning buses are different than evening ones. The late-day outbounds are full of folk who’ve done their time, had their luncheons and coffee breaks and maybe a quick tot after work; they’ve…
It’s been crazy busy and then some. But no matter. What are reasons to me are excuses to you, and it’s time we were done with them. Blog I must and blog I shall. …
Feb 7
I will admit, I feel a bit discombobulated. Yes, I’m back on the 38L, doing my same old same old, riding along with a horde of worn-out strangers on a big gritty bus, a notebook…
I like to mix things up here at the ‘hut, keep the variety… um… various. The last post was about the bus, so this one should be about toys from my childhood, or weirdos in line…
This one I wrote on March 16
It’s never easy to leave the house two-and-a-half hours earlier than usual in the morning, especially when you slept poorly and it’s raining…