— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
In what might be a marketing ploy or proof farm-league hockey teams can't afford to ship their mascot around via Uber, Bulls mascot Rawhide was spotted this morning schlepping around town on the 22 Fillmore.
— By Eric Gregory (@mrericsir) |
George Washington must have made a lousy husband! But seriously; this was spotted at Stonestown, and the folks from nearby SF State with their liberal history classes know better than to believe such childish legends about the founding fathers. Washington was a politician, and telling the truth is one thing politicians aren't known for. No, if Washington said your butt looked big, it's probably because he'd spent all day powderig his wig so he could look nice and the LEAST you could do was find some pants that didn't look awful on you, or maybe, you know, bother going to the gym once and a while. Gosh.
Spotted by Gatita at the Stonestown Muni Metro platform.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I came across this 1915 postcard of The Armory while rummaging through an antique store yesterday (more on that later). Red brick walls instead of the grey walls we see today. An American flag rather than the leather pride flag. A light rail Muni rolling down Mission Street. And even more surprising, an actual, real live TREE on the sidewalk. 1915 Mission District, you crazy.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Okay okay, maybe you cannot ride a painting (or can you?), but Andy Stattmiller's “Take a ride on the 49…” is perfect. From the overweight person sitting in a motorized wheelchair at 16th & Mission, to the tagger atop of Farolito, to the painter covering tags at 29th and Mission, and all the crackheads and street people in between, he pretty much nailed every character you see along the route. Good work, sir.
$2100. On sale now at Fabric8.
— By Laura B |
Herra Chinky breaks it down:
I see no difference in judging the drunk midget who puked on the bus on the 5 Fulton as I do the drunk bimbo who puked outside of Bar None in the Marina. And I’m not saying that “Alison” is racist, because she’s clearly not. I just don’t see the need, which Muni Diaries is essentially founded on, to constantly point out the “otherness” of population of Muni riders. When we do so, we inherently put a distance between “them” and “us”. That attitude, while we might think we are more highly evolved and can see things with a critical eye, doesn’t help to make Muni any better, doesn’t help to add anything to spirit of San Francisco, and only gives those who already believe otherwise another reason to attack.
OH SNAP. Also, TOUCHE, SIR!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Update: ORIGINAL PHOTO RETRACTED. Sorryboutit.
See those black lines with some text? Yeah, those are fucking bumper stickers!
I saw this pile of reject/old-line Muni stickers and was all “neat bumper stickers!” and then was hated on for not immediately recognizing these as the shit they plaster to Muni stops. Since I’m never wrong, I’d like to offer some up to disgruntled ex-Muni riders who have since taken up driving to work along their former Muni line. Won’t you look cool driving around in that 1989 Ford Tempo with only one hubcap, whizzing past irate soon-to-be-ex-Muni-riders frantically refreshing Next Bus, with these badboys affixed to your bumper?
I even have a 26-Valencia sticker, but that only goes to someone who has hit a cyclist with their car or only cums when no one wants you to.
— By Laura B |
— By Brizz |
(Photo from youin5.com)
While possibly nothing in the world can top Oakland’s entry into the public transportation, racial tension, fight hall of fame, San Francisco’s own MUNI has been keeping it legit by having cops carry assault rifles on the bus.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Bailey Genine |
I am an amateur pedestrian. I don’t get paid for it, it’s merely a hobby at this point in my life, although I’m not entirely sure professional aspirations are even possible. Like many athletes (if I could be so bold as to refer to this form of art as a sport), I also dabble in walking peripherals. As a runner participates in triathlons, a San Francisco pedestrian also rides MUNI. MUNI is the public transportation “authority” in San Francisco, and also allows for the most action I get all year. You can grab a train or bus and ride through all the creepy, lousy, awesome, dirty, sexy and slutty streets of SF and then get dropped off right at your front door, it’s really quite amazing. However, along with MUNI’s excellent city coverage comes the people you generally try to avoid. I’d like to say that these people allow for little life lessons, or as I like to call it “Things I Learn on MUNI”.
1. Always carry a bag, the bigger the better (as goes for most things in life). If you have a bag, you pretty much get away with taking up two seats. Keep it on your shoulder and let it “overflow” onto the seat next to you, but if the bus is crowded, put it on your lap, don’t be a dick.
2. No headphones, no privacy. You’d be surprised how many people don’t give a shit if you’re reading, texting, or just not interested. If you appear to be physically able to hear, they’ll talk to you. This could be as harmless as complimenting your shoes, or as insulting as asking you for change and then getting pissed off because you only had 30 cents and you’re like “hello, I had taco truck for lunch and it’s really quite the bargain.”
3. Make eye contact with one person you find attractive. Be careful with this though, one false move and you’ll have a stranger either following you off the bus or asking you if it hurt, you know, when you fell from heaven. Make your move right before you get off at your stop, keep it brief, smile a little (no teeth), and then leave and don’t look back. What? It’ll make their day and, maybe even a Craig’s List Missed Connection (score!).
4. Always give your seat to the elderly, you’ll be old one day and I’m sure you’ll appreciate it. You’ll come across some bitchy old ladies that expect it, but take it with a grin and then, I don’t know, tell them that their cat is ugly and has bad hair.
5. Don’t. Touch. Anything. Seriously, gross. Hand sanitizer only goes so far and before you know it you’re knocked up, guys, you’re not excluded from this.
I’m sure there are like a million (well, seven, maybe eight, tops) more lessons you can learn on MUNI, but basically what I’m trying to say is, guy in the red sweatshirt on the N Judah at like 6 PM, call me!
