Kommute Archives for May, 2001
Archival hi-Kwality Kommute Entries. Read through these to catch up with me, or waste time, or whatever! Wow! summer-like weather. It makes me yearn for the days when May meant school was almost out and I had a long lazy summer to look forward to. Le sigh. I guess my nostalgia paid off, in a way, because I got laid off at the end of the month. May was a month of weirdities. A Month of Mayness.Read up, enjoy! Dilute! Dilute!

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Thursday, 05-31-01 ( the last day of the klassic kommute)
<morning> Today's kommute was a strange one. I woke up late to the sound of the doorbell and a guy holding up my housemate's purse and saying he'd found it in the park. It's a doubly good thing that he came by with it because I had neglected to turn my alarm on. Doi! So I was grossed out because it was already really really hot out and it wasn't even 8am, so I laid around kind of trying to psyche myself out that it was chilly and cold. It didn't work, so eventually I got up and took a shower. I got out the door just in time to catch Muni, and made it to HAMSTOP with a little time to kill before the 50 showed up. I read some more of the article about Dan Clowes and snapped some photos and did the usual HAMSTOP routine. The cool girl who works in Sausalito showed up after a little bit and I said hello and she said "Late, huh?" and I said "Yeah, lately it seems like i'm either super early or super late." Then she said "You know that Philipina woman we see sometimes on the bus, with the long hair? She was asking me where you'd been, she was wondering about you." and I said "Whoa, no way, really? Weird!" So then the bus came, and I kept reading my magazine (it's a really long interview) and kind of kept to myself for the remainder of the trip. It's a beautiful, if scorchingly hot day. When I got to San Rafael, it was even hotter. I wandered in to my office and saw all these people standing around outside but nothing was so weird about that, they generally take their smokebreaks around that time, 10:30 or so. I headed in to my cube and all these people were cruising out past me, saying goodbye. I got to my desk and noticed that nobody else was in, and I tried checking my mail but the server was down or something. I decided to start in on downloading the photos for the kommute, and tackle some work, and then this HR woman came by and it all started to make sense. She asked, in this very conciliatory, hushed tone if she could speak with me, and pulled me in to an office and went over my severance and paperwork and everything with me. Massive layoffs, nothing personal, it's a deep cut. None of this was surprising, but it was still weird, and all I kept thinking about was "what's going to happen to the kommute?" I'm such a realist. So I went through my stuff and crammed some of the important stuff in to my bag, which is small, and bid adieu to my doodles, posters and my plant and scooted out. I'll post photos later, i don't feel like it now.

Wednesday, 05-30-01
<morning> It's bagel day. It's also violently hot outside. Phew! A scorcher! Hot enough for ya? Etcetera, ad nauseum, wash rinse repeat! I woke up very late today, because I am willful and naughty. I got out the door with just enough time to get a small coffee and hop on Muni. There were these two totally weird fantastic freaks on the bus, sitting just a few seats ahead of me, this guy had a big old waxed moustache and the girl sitting with him had this totally amazing huge pair of sunglasses on and big bushy pigtails. They were so cool, and I tried to get a photo of them, but this is as good as I could get. I got to HAMSTOP and grabbed a copy of the SF Weakly and turned around to see this woman I sometimes talk to, this british woman who does some kind of skin-related dermo-thing as a job, and she said "Hiiii! I was just thinking about you this morning!" and I responded "Uhoh! Whatever for?" She said she just hadn't seen me in a great while and was wondering what I'd been up to. Funny! So I spent a few minutes talking to her in the blistering sunshine (yes i dressed all in black and YES i wore a long-sleeved shirt I am wicked smart) about this-and-that and fluffy stuff. The bus came along shortly, which mercifully ended our awkward chit-chat swiftly. The bus was relatively quiet and empty, so I hunkered down, read some stuff in the SF Weakly, and then I read the Comics Journal when I got tired of the Weakly. Nothing else happened that really bears mentioning, but this kind of hits close to home.

Tuesday, 05-29-01
<morning> I'm suffering from a serious case of 3-day weekenditis. Tired, kind of spaced out. I woke up a little late today, very late, actually. I got in a little later than I would have liked, but officially, I was on time. Neener neener. My cow orkers were all a little tardy today, so as it turns out, I was the first of my group to arrive. Even when I try to be tardy, I am on time! A lot of people are out on vacation. I envy them. I dashed out the door and swept past the cafe, thinking that I should hustle on over to MEATSTOP lest I miss Muni. I stood around for about 5 minutes, realized I probably had enough time and need for coffee, so I doubled back and got some. Muni came along after a few minutes and got me to HAMSTOP without incident. It's a really bright, sunny day, and people are in reasonably good spirits. I got a good seat way in the back on the 50, and I didn't notice this cool punkrock guy that I've talked to a little before was on the bus, sitting a couple of seats ahead. I only noticed him after i'd passed by, I felt kind of lame for not nodding or smiling at him, so when he got off the bus, I didn't look up from my book. I'm such a spaz. The bus was mostly empty. Quiet and peaceful and a little bit boring. I neglected to bring along any meaningful reading material so I spent some time looking at the Muni map and scouting out random weird bus routes. I like maps. Late last night, I was waiting around for the 5 Fulton way out by Ocean Beach, and this interesting shirtless wild-eyed guy came along and started striking a variety of kung-fu poses and pacing back and forth. He was amusing, so he sort of had everyone's attention, so he told us "You know, Satan, he has excellent eyesight in the dark, eh?." I nodded and said "Oh yeah, really?" and kind of encouraged him to continue, which he did, "Yes. He has good vision, living underground, his other senses increase... He can find you by your smell, the way you move your body, by the way you feel. The dark mean nothing to him." This euro-jock guy who was standing nearby looked confused by the way the conversation was going, so he asked "Excuse me, did you say Satan?" and the crazyguy said "Yes," and the euro-jock said "I would have guessed that satan would have bad vision from all that fire" and the crazyguy went on to tell us all about how Jesus loves Satan but keeps him in check, etc. We smiled and waved at each other when he got off the bus. The funny part of this story is that I saw the crazyguy again this morning, trying to get on my bus and failing. I waved, but I don't think he saw me. Yay crazyguy!

Friday, 05-25-01
<morning> Waking up was kind of easy today. I woke up early, way before my alarm was set to go off, but try as I might, I could not get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for a little while before I just gave up and got up and showered. Getting ready was easy enough but leaving was difficult. I got out the door as the 24 was just about to pull up to MEATSTOP, but the lights were against me, and the bus got there before I did. I was a little worried about missing it, so the moment the light turned green I sprinted across the street, and people were still getting off the bus, but it could have pulled away at that decisive moment, but it just sat there. I got on and said "Hi" to the bus driver and he sort of glowered malevolently, so I flashed my pass and moved towards the back of the bus, and then I heard him say, "Tsssshhh. you're welcome." and I said "oh... thank you" in a super quiet meek voice. I hate people who wait to be thanked like that. It's so passive-agressive. And saying "you're welcome" is just so stupid. And all he did was wait a second while I ran my ass off to make it on the bus, so what the hell should I thank him for? For not being an asshole? Jeez! Ok. So I made it to HAMSTOP in time to hang out a little bit, it was really gloomy, drizzly and cold out, so I kind of huddled in the doorway of the HAMSTORE for HAMWARMTH until the bus came. These new drivers they swapped in to my route are all kind of weird, like this guy driving the 50 had this thing about announcing all of the stops in this creepy super quiet evil voice over the PA. Yeep! One of my cow orkers got on at the bridge, and spent some time fiddling with my camera. The sun came out around Sausalito, and it was glinting off of the water in a super-disco sort of way that was further enhanced by the scratched-up windows of the bus, a positive side-effect of destructive negativity. I officially got to work on time today. Not an hour early, not 30 minutes late. Just right on time. Of course, with the holiday weekend, the office is almost deserted, but i'm here. Aww yeah. Links! Tea is good for your mouth :: skullfuqmuni :: crazy cat lady :: sad news from the squidfactory

Thursday, 05-24-01
<morning> Yes, I've been sick, sicksicksick. I spent the last two days sleeping, drinking liquids, and reading The People's History of the United States. A lot. It's amazing how much work can pile up during a 2-day absence. I'm still pretty spaced out and moderately woozy but i'm way better than yesterday. I had to wake up extra-early today, which was pretty amusing with my head all stuffy and spaced out. I wound up resetting my alarm to get a few precious extra minutes' worth of sleep, but then I jumped up all guilt-ridden and ran around frantically, rushing to make it out the door in time to catch Muni by 7:35. Muni, of course, was late, but that's ok because so was I, but as a result the bus was thoroughly crammed with people. Sardines! I generally stand up without complaint and just kind of play human bumper-cars with the other passengers when I get on to a super-mega-ultra-crowded bus, but there was a seat way in the front, the seats reserved for the elderly, handicapped and otherwise infirm - so I took it. I felt weird and guilty, though, like all these other people on the bus would be thinking "Ptch, those seats are for old people and the handicapped, and besides, my feet hurt, I wish *I* had thought to sit there!" haha. I know what everyone is thinkin'. I got to HAMSTOP with about 4 minutes to spare before the bus came, and I got on, and went way tothe back, got myself a primo seat and started reading my book. The city was cold cold foggy foggy and so I wore my jacket, but of course it all cleared up by the time we got to Sausalito, and so of course it's 90 degrees out in San Rafael and i'm left lugging around my jacket. Duh.

Monday, 05-21-01
<morning> I woke up to the most horrible noise this morning, my clock radio was set just slightly between stations and the sound was like horrible experimental music, so the first time it went off, I got up and set the alarm for about 20 minutes more sleep. The second time it went off, the noise was the same, so I knew something was amiss. Funny that I would assume the scratchy horrible sound was intentional! ha-ha! I am a gullible arteest! The sunshiney morning warmth was kind of nice today, and after I left my house just a minute too late to make the 9:00 bus, or maybe it was several minutes too late, I don't know - anyhow I had plenty of time to sit at HAMSTOP, reading A People's History of the United States, soaking up great gobs of warmth. I'm feeling a little bit sickly, kind of sore-throaty, stuffy-headed. I made sure to buy myself something for breakfast, so I went over to this roach coach that's always in front of the hospital and I got a bagel and some coffee drink thing. I took very few photos this morning, because I am so thoroughly immersed in my book, but I have some leftovers from Friday. Friday evening I rode in to the city with my co worker and we got stuck in evil traffic which was all caused by people rubbernecking the scene after someone jumped. This sparked a really interesting, though morbid conversation about which method of suicide was the most brave, or romantic, and we agreed that the bridge jump was a fairly brave method, and that taking pills was pretty cowardly. More of a cry for help than a genuine attempt. We talked about the fact that jumping off of the bridge in to the bay was essentially the same as jumping from a building half that height in to concrete, and I mentioned having heard something about people surviving, and we both marvelled over that. How much it would suck, but that it would be a completely freak accident and would likely paralyze you. Like I said, Morbid. Over the weekend, I went to a really excellent screening/benefit for ®^TMark and voteauction.com at ATA and I saw one of the many characters from my kommute. We didn't acknowledge each other, but it was good to see that he had cool, leftist leanings, or at least supported cool, leftist organizations. So, to date, that's 3 run-ins with kommute regulars. Interesting.

Friday, 05-18-01
<morning> So I woke up at the usual time, and then I decided that I needed more sleep. It's Friday for cryin' out loud, I needs my rest! I made good time, regardless of my stolen moments of slumber, and I only suffered briefly from t-shirt indecision, which made me waste precious minutes before I finally settled on my classy glittery new "Keep on Truckin'" shirt. I'm all about refinement, baby. So this wasted time cost me dearly, as I walked out of my apartment to see muni taking off from MEATSTOP, and i had a head-slapping "d'oh!" moment. I was struggling with the implications of waiting for muni (which is always a major gamble) or trying to walk it when a crazy cab driver made a wild turn in front of me and so I took it as some kind of a SIGN, so I got in. I was kind of out of it, and so instead of telling him the intersection I wanted to go to, I said "Hayes and Divis" instead of "Geary and Divis" and he laughed, pointed to his meter, saying "We're here! That'll be $2.50, get out! haha!" and I just sort of stared at him, totally baffled, and then I broke out laughing. Humor takes thought and thought takes effort and effort requires lucidity and I was not entirely lucid. He said "Sometimes you need someone to tell you where you are." and I said "Well, $2.50 is a pretty reasonable charge." and he said "For someone to tell you where you're at, yeah!" What a hippy. I felt kind of like I was a let-down, not entertaining this crazy old hippy cab driver, wearing his purple sunglasses. We rode in traffic, listening to "Burning Down the House" by the Talking Heads, and I was really grooving to the lyric "People on their way to work baby what did you expect/Gonna burst into flame" for some reason. It seems that all of the Golden Gate Transit bus drivers have changed routes, so all these unfamiliar people are driving me around. Eek! Around about 5 minutes after I got to HAMSTOP, I realized that the batteries in my digital camera were dead. Dead dead. But they lasted about a MONTH, so I'm not complaining. It just means no new photos for today. But, to make up for it, I present to you some photos of random murals and graffiti and other nonsense around SF last weekend.

Thursday, 05-17-01   ::  ::   it's my MOM's birthday! woo!
<morning> I came in at the regular time today, not that anyone was around to notice or anything. It's a sunshiney kind of day. My mom is playing hooky because it's her birthday. It's no wonder I have such a great work ethic what with having such a great role model, mom! psh. I kid. My mom rocks. Apparently the web is celebrating its 10th birthday, too. How weird is that? So I had to really tear myself away from my bed this morning, it was horribly dramatic. I got up and out in time to make it to MEATSTOP in good time to catch Muni and get some coffee. I was standing around lamely wondering if I should take some photos, meditating on the signs in the Meat Market windows when my hyper eager kommute pal came trundling over and started talking about her hangover and her boss and all manner of silly stuff. She's nice, we chatted throughout the busride and during our wait at HAMSTOP. She invited me to some kind of weird cabaret/supper/nightclub place tonight, which was nice but felt a little... Strange. Whenever she's around I can't do my photography. It stifles my creativity! There were a lot of kids at HAMSTOP, some kind of field trip maybe. I'm reading another book, since I finished up Survivor. I'm reading some hugely, grossly outdated book called GEEKS. It's kind of cutesy. Since i'm on a run with the hyperlinks, Kerouac made a list. The day has begun. It's going to be a busy one.

Wednesday, 05-16-01
<morning> An early morning two days in a row. (!!!) Here's the deal about the missing kommutes. I stayed home Monday, felt nasty and slept a lot. I was feeling much better after a day of rest. I got a call late in the evening from work telling me to come in early for a big important marketing meeting thing yesterday, and so I had to wake up at 6:20 a.m. in order to make it in. Then, after that meeting were more meetings, and work, and so I never had a chance to deal with kommute-related tasks. Forgive my employers, they know not what they meddle with. Poop! Today I couldn't help but wake up early, too early, and so I wound up coming in plenty early today. I opted to forgo my morning caffeine stop and headed directly over to MEATSTOP in order to catch the earlier bus. I have to say that the kommute is a little less fun at earlier hours. I guess maybe it's because the kommuters are more bitter and serious about having to be awake so early in the morning, or something. Could be just a bad crop of kommuters who are unpleasant regardless of the hour. Muni is much more somber and I shouldn't even mention how depressing the crowd is on the 50. Buncha sourpusses. There was this one really odd woman, I can't quite put my finger on what was so weird about her, but she seemed really annoyed with me. Imagine! She was waiting at HAMSTOP with me, and every time I looked in her direction she was sort of scowling at me. When we got on to the bus, I headed to the very back seat and sat next to the window, like I always do, but I guess she had that seat marked as her own, or something because she sat there making these bizarre "ohmygod" faces at this guy sitting across from me, who was, I dunno, saving that seat for her or something. Stupid yuppies. I'm glad I took her seat. They both sat across from me reading their respective yuppie newspapers until Sausalito, where they both got off at my old stop. I spent my time window-gazing and writing in my journal, which I do way too much. I looked for whales again but saw only kayakers. There was a bunch of roadwork going on along the Sausalito waterfront, and they had narrowed the roadway to only one slim lane, and the bus couldn't make the tight turn so we ran over this really long line of carefully arranged traffic cones ka-thunk ka-thunk ka-thunk and as we passed the construction guys, they looked kind of hurt and upset as they went to repair their work.

Friday, 05-11-01
<morning> I am the picture of motivation. I am serene efficiency personified. I am a mover/shaker. I woke up early, before my alarm, and I managed to go through my morning routine quickly enough to be able to catch the 8:30 bus to San Rafael, so I even got to work early, boy howdy. I had good muni luck, there were buses line up almost end to end, so when I missed one, another one was along shortly. Rad. I got to HAMSTOP just in time, too. It was all foggy and grey and moist out, which was a welcome change from the sunshiney summer hot mornings i've been dealing with lately. I've been seeing way too much of Tourette's Guy on my kommute. Every morning, and then last night when I rode the bus back from San Rafael. He always makes a little terse conversation with me, and smiles and raises his eyebrows at me like he wants to talk more. It'd mess up my quasi-anonymous photo-voyeurism if I were to start making conversation with this guy. It's not that i'm unfriendly or anything, it's just that I'm fanatically devoted to my craft. Uhh. Yeah. Yesterday's evening kommute was interesting. I took a bus which plops me way the hell down by the Marina rather than anywhere near my neighborhood, so I opted to use up the last of my cash on a cabride. I tend to get pretty amusing drivers when I catch cabs down there and this was no exception. This driver had a thick accent, for some reason I thought of Trinidad, though I have no idea where he's from. He started talking about beautiful women and the nice weather. He told me a story about when he was a boy, he was friends with a lot of older girls who were much taller than him, and when they would make fun of him he would take off his shoes and jump up and "touch their titties and run like hell because they would be mad!" He went on to talk about relationships and his girlfriends and their "big asses" and such. He was very jovial, so none of this came off as offensive or abrasive in the least. We passed by a McDonald's restaurant at Fillmore and Turk and there was a crowd of people there all crying and hugging, placing flowers and balloons around a tree outside. Apparently someone was shot there yesterday. Yikes.

Thursday, 05-10-01
<morning> Today has started off pretty nicely! I woke up late but got in on time, which is always nice. The sun is shining, it's hazy and icky out, but it's also lending this gauzy, romantic quality to everything, the heat making everything shimmer slightly. Nice nice. People smelled great, my buses were on time. It was just a totally copacetic morning, a bunch of the HAMSTOP regulars said hello and good morning. The girl who said that everything smelled like pee yesterday wound up sitting near me on the 50, a guy with super dreadlocks got on and started chatting her up. I learned a lot about her by listening in to their conversation. Like for instance, she works for an architect in Sausalito, and she does paintings, watercolors and such, for a living. Cooool. She also talked about waking up at 3:30 a.m. which is kind of crazy but she said she had more energy than she did when she woke up at 7, because she could drink her coffee. Must be some big cups of coffee to take 5 hours to drink! Anyhow, around about Sausalito, I was reading and kind of vaguely listening in on this conversation when people suddenly started exclaiming and craning to see out of the windows because there were whales out there, between Sausalito and Angel Island. I've never seen a whale before, and there one was, all shiny and grey, a big lumbering curve bumping up out of the water, and a big white spout. Cool, man, cool. The girl said that she's been seeing whales out there all week. Must be nice, working with that kind of view. When I came in to work, everyone was pretty bouncy, and my boss brought in a huge bowl of fresh strawberries, so I grabbed a handful. And now back to work.

Wednesday, 05-09-01
<morning> Crazy day, crazy day. I got up earlier today and got in to work on time, for a change. Perhaps this is the start of a new trend of efficiency? I got coffee, and everything. It's sunny and gorgeous out, but the pollution is pretty heavy. Hazy ick. Today, at HAMSTOP, a girl I see and chat with from time to time showed up and went over to the far end of the bus stop, where she usually sits and reads her Guardian, but she quickly doubled back and came over to the bus shelter where I was sitting and she smiled, said hello, and then said "Everything over there smells like Pee today!" and I cracked up laughing. I spent the rest of the kommute reading my book and the SF Weekly.

Tuesday, 05-08-01
<morning> Slightly contrary views of the current trends: Dot-Com jobless having fun - or - Jobless in San Francisco & Looking to Move - Huh... Yeah, uh, ok. So it's been really hot and icky lately. Work hasn't been bad, or too hectic, but I'm feeling a little bit overwhelmed. I think it's allergies or something, I keep getting these really awful headaches. It sucks. Whine, whine! I'm fallilng apart! Anyhow, I didn't really feel up to tackling the kommute yesterday. I'm back in the saddle today, though. I got up early, but I went back to bed and wound up coming in a little late. What a ridiculous charade! I waited for Muni for about 15 minutes, watching these two really vicious looking crows stalk the intersection malevolently. Eventually, I freaked out that the bus wouldn't come and I'd miss my connection so I flagged down a cab. The driver was this really friendly, totally incomprehensible old russian guy who kept trying to have a conversation with me but I really couldn't understand him, so I just smiled and agreed with him. He seemed to like that. Most people do. He dropped me off about a block away from where I wanted to get out, but I didn't argue, it was only a block. It's so bright and hazy and poluted out! I need sunglasses and detox. A guy came along at HAMSTOP and had this really amusing ordeal where he dropped some change, bent down to pick it up only to have about $3 in change pour out of his pockets, along with some other little items. I watched all of this and couldn't help laughing sympathetically with him as I watched him try to pick it all up without getting hit by the bus. Yesterday there was a similar scene: A young girl got off of a very crowded bus, and she dropped her manga and the door closed up, jamming on the book, and she struggled to get it loose, but the door wouldn't open or close all the way because it was crammed in there. She kept trying to get the door to close, and then had to repeatedly run up to the front door to try to get the driver to help. Eventually, the door closed, and the book was passed, hand-to-hand between a bunch of passengers, and then out of the side window to the girl. Sometimes life is like that. I'm reading Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk and it's pretty damned good.

Thursday, 05-03-01
<afternoony> Today's kommute was delayed by a meeting which turned in to a birthday party which spawned further meetings and then a FIRE. Seriously. Part of the building I work in was on fire. Boy howdy. Usually I don't take lunches, but today I did. I watched the firemen wander around the building carrying hatchets and equipment and things, and then I decided I should go wander off. Now the building is all empty and quiet. I like it like this. In the proceedings I managed to totally forget this morning's crummy commute. I got up and out pretty early, got my coffee, it was all efficiency and hooray for me until I realized I was going to miss the 8:30 bus, and a wave of futility and resentment hit me. Damn Muni coming in clumps of 3 or 4 buses. Stupid! Anyhow, I got on the 9:00 bus, and made my connections and got in to work on time, only 2 hours after I left my house. Sheesh. My intentions were pure, I wanted to come in bright and early to get a fresh start on the day since I'll be taking tomorrow off to wait around for PacBell. Tried some new photographic techniques today, with mixed results.

Wednesday, 05-02-01
<morning> I was rushrushrush busybusybusy all morning so I'm only getting to write today's kommute now that it's 3:30 in the afternoon. I got out the door a little later than I had hoped, but I made all my connections, and got to sit and watch in silent wonder while two teenage mook boys flipped through a homemade booklet titled "the death book" and "the great book of DEATH". It was full of images of death and dismemberment, apparently, and one of the kids kept asking the other for details, like "What happened to this guy's head? How did that happen? GOD! SICK dude!" and the other kid beamed proudly. They started talking about rotten.com and I started smirking. One of the kids is someone I see all the time on my kommutes, and he's always super friendly and polite. Last night, I watched a Really Great Documentary on pbs about the commodification of "Cool". Later, I went to Google and did a search for the word kommute and what I got was: Searched the web for kommute. Results 1 - 10 of about 14. Search took 0.18 seconds. Did you mean: commuter  Category: Science > Social Sciences > Psychology > Dreams > Dream Sharing . Very interesting. Dream sharing. Hmm. I guess sometimes I do that in my kommutes... but, like... neet. I think it's cool. i like being indexed in that way, dream sharing. It's kind of poetic. A nice young man sat down next to me today and asked me where we were, and I told him we were passing through Sausalito and he said "Hmm, wow, I'll have to come back here someday. It's beautiful! Just look at that sky, the water. Mmm!" He had apparently fallen asleep on the busand missed his stop going south, and had to double back from SF. He was seeing my boring old kommute with a sense of childlike awe.

Tuesday, 05-01-01
<morning> I didn't write yesterday or take any photos because it was an icky day. At least the first half of it. I left my camera at home, I spilled grape-flavored Jolt all over myself, it just didn't start well. This morning, however, was great. And to make up for a kommuteless Monday, I present to you a kommuteful Tuesday with no less than 16 fotos. Hooray! And, since it's the first of May, check it out, a new desktop calendar, lovingly hand-crafted by me, right on schedule. Um. So, people were friendly this morning. Smiling and commenting on my hair and whatnot. It's very sunshiney and nice out. May is starting out to be a very efficient month for me, which is strange. I got my coffee and got on to Muni in good time to make it to HAMSTOP, tried to get back in to the swing of things with my new camera and the whole kommute-photography thing, which is actually kind of difficult. I'm kind of happy with the new camera, the shutter is much faster than the old one, which makes for better results. While I was standing around at HAMSTOP, I noticed that there was dog poo on the sidewalk for the second day in a row. It was different poo than yesterday. I watched people approaching, wondering if they would notice and avoid the poo or just blindly stumble in to the dreaded poo-trap. Nobody stepped in it, but very few people noticed it. My cow orker said something yesterday about watching a beautiful butterfly for a long time, watching it float gracefully through the air, admiring how delicate and unique it was until WHAM it splattered across the windshield of a midsized truck and that, he stated emphatically, was what the universe was like. Hmm. In some ways, yeah. In the news: Tales of the City.

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