BART rider and Glen Park resident Beth sends us this charming story of a 4-year-old boy who had a wish, and that wish was fulfilled.
Yes, please.
Just the other day, I was in a grocery store and remembered what a freaking joy it was each year to dream up what I wanted on my birthday cake. For me, it was things like the shark from Jaws or, more often than not, anything Star Wars-related. But this kid’s choice, well, takes the … cake?
Thx: Beth and Glen Park News
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jeff
Andrew at Mission Mission tipped us off to this great innovation:
BART.gov just launched a new revamped trip planner that uses the Google Maps API. Now there’s an address tab in the QuickPlanner that allows you to enter addresses (or cross streets) in addition to mere BART stations in order to plan your Bay Area trips more precisely.
Read more at Mission Mission.
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jeff
August 3rd, 2010 in
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Photo by Miss_Colleen
Reader Catherine sends along this article on Barbara Shawcroft’s Sea Legs, which have been documented here on BART Diaries before.
Yet another instance of art and transit colliding in beautiful and strange ways …
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jeff
Eric Fischer finds cool things. He then shares them on his Flickr account with anyone who has access to a computer. Today, he shared this, the 1958 logo to “RT,” the “San Francisco Bay Area Rapid Transit District.” At the time, it comprised five counties. Those were the days …
I really wish I could leave some money in Eric’s tip jar. I mean … Burlingame BART? Check it out:
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July 7th, 2010 in
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Art by Nate of NewSkool, one of the many artists who will be at Secession Art and Design tonight.
Read an interview with Nate on Muni Diaries.
Slices of life on Muni and BART come in many forms. Tonight, come to Secession Art and Design and see life on the bus in a new way. Muni Diaries (and, by extension, BART Diaries) is sponsoring an event called Outbound, in which a group of artists will render their views of our beloved public transit in the form of paintings, graffiti, and more.
And as always, life on BART can’t happen without your stories, so find us at the Muni Diaries story tent on Friday night. Come prepared with a short BART tale and you can share it in our tent, a la StoryCorps style. We’ll have our handy Flip there to record your story, to be published later on BART Diaries.
So come see some fantastic art, pop into our story tent, and have a great Friday night with us in honor of the good, the bad, and the beautiful sides of Muni and BART.
Outbound at Secession Art and Design
Friday, June 11, 6:30 p.m.
3361 Mission St (across from 30th St Safeway)
415-279-3058
http://www.secessionsf.com/
Muni routes: 14, 49, J, 27, 24, 48, 67
BART: 24th Street Station
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jeff
Photo by checkerboard_secrets
A couple of Saturdays ago, I happily boarded BART at 24th and Mission to head downtown for some serious shopping. I was flying solo, the sun was shining, Anthropologie was calling my name…I was happy.
I stepped onto BART, surveyed the seat situation, and chose a row right in front of the door between the cars. I moved to the inside seat, trying to be a considerate BART rider.
At 16th and Mission a shabbily dressed man boarded the car and plopped down right next to me with force, taking up more than his allotted seat. I edged closer to the wall. He rummaged through his bevy of plastic bags until he found what he was searching for: an ancient-looking, jumbo-size can of Vienna Sausages. With a pop that lid was off, and sausage juice began to fly–some towards me even! I moved as far away as I could from this man as he went to town on his snack. He methodically whipped out each sausage, one-by-one, shaking the excess juice around the car and licking his fingers.
I really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I’ve smelled worse and seen worse…but this was the first (and hopefully only) time that cold Vienna Sausage juice had been flung in my direction.
This dude was almost done with his snack when we pulled into Powell and I politely said “Excuse me” so I could get past him. He was visibly irritated to have his dinner interrupted in such a way. I was visibly irritated to have been showered with drops of processed meat juice.
Back out in the sunshine, I shook it off (no pun intended) and proceeded to enjoy my shopping trip. No point in crying over spilled sausage juice, right?
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Kelly
Photo by dannyman
CCT has the deets. Here are some highlights:
Music demon
He’s listening to this music, and it’s so loud you don’t need to share his headset — you can hear it at the other end of the carriage. He won’t have any hearing left in 12 months if he keeps up this noise level. Despite the misconception that this is not limited to young people and rap music, this blasting of tunes is also regularly displayed by 30-somethings with country tracks and the familiar middle-aged AC/DC fan in his business suit — easy to spot with the foot beating to Angus Young’s guitar.
Headbanger
Not to be confused with the Music Demon, these are the BART riders who wear their handbags, satchels or computer bags over their shoulders and walk down the center aisle banging heads and shoulders as they go, oblivious to the damage they cause. This species is often experienced in the center aisle on domestic flights as well. Be careful because they are also known to attack your cheek, your ears and the occasional eye. Advice: Put your bag on the floor between your feet. I would like to get off the train in a half-hour without damage to my facial features.
Read more at Contra Costa Times, whose URL-generation baffles the mind …
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jeff
This grisly crime scene greeted commuters passing through Embarcadero Station a few weeks ago. No suspects seem to have been apprehended.
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Devin
Photo by Steve Rhodes
Over the past few weeks, there has been some light construction (electrical work perhaps) going on in the top floor of the Powell St. BART station.
It always seems to be two younger guys doing work, and one or two older guys sitting around. The guys sitting around often even have folding chairs. Today, one of them was sitting in a folding chair and the other was leaning against the wall drinking coffee. Only once have I seen any work going on without seeing any old guys sitting around.
I’m guessing the older guys are “supervisors,” but to me it looks like “lazy mother*****s who are wasting my tax dollars.”
Can anyone shed some light on what’s going on? This kind of crap makes me want to jump the faregates.
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Kaotakka Jones
Photo by Stuart of Caliber SF. Click the photo for a larger version.
Incidentally, this is the 100th post on BART Diaries! We couldn’t have made it without your stories, so keep ‘em coming! Post a BART diary here, or send it to bartdiaries@gmail.com.
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jeff
