I live on Bush St; someone came along overnight and put magnets over ALL of the street signs.

How wonderful.

OMG i have been such a slacker. thank GOD for batman otherwise this site would have been silent indeed.

this photo is from the inside of the powell BART station … if you look at this wall from a 90-degree angle at a little bit of a distance, it just looks like a flat tiled wall. get a little close and you can see the texture. these tiles are also in the MUNI part of the station, and i think in other stations as well. each of the market street subway stations are decorated a little differently … powell has a red stripe down the wall, civic center has a blue stripe, the van ness station has no stripe (i think?), etc. anyway, it’s just another reminder that not everything is at it appears at first glance … and that a slight shift in perspective can change your entire outlook.

today i am off to a video production class at bavc. from what i understand, we’ll be using pro level (or at least prosumer level) equipment and software to make our projects … hello, final cut pro! i’ll be taking along my -real- camera to document the experience. we’ll see if any of those end up here.

While driving outbound from Maine to even more outbound in Vermont, I saw this sign. Holy Green Mountains, Batman, you are not in Ohio anymore.

San Francisco may have inherited some of their streetcars from Italy, but Boston seems to have a connection (of one sort or another) with their Japanese counterparts.

After suffering through the recent VP debates, imagine the huge giggle I got when, on the outbound Blue Line train to Wonderland (-!-) in Boston, I saw this sign.

An appropriate sign for this blog, as well as the buzzword frenzy that surrounds us during the election season.

Oh, and if you don’t know how to be a maverick, click here … apparently the MBTA is glad to help.

I am in Boston right now, helping my sister pack and move abroad. Last night we were on the “T” and met up with this dad and son, on their way to Fenway Park and game 3 of the ALDS between the LA Angels and the Boston Red Sox. (aka the “The Sawx”). I thought of this young guy around 2 a.m. when the game finally ended…5 hours and 19 minutes: the longest playoff game in ALDS history.  It was a cold, wet night.  (Curiously, around 10 p.m. an eerie cold mist descended upon the ballpark. Shades of San Francisco.) I was happy to be inside at 2 a.m., even if I was up to my ears in bubble wrap and packing tape.