Photo by Kealani G.
I love fried chicken for breakfast like any normal person, but this kind of meal is probably best enjoyed in the privacy of your own home in your sweatpants, and not on Muni. Via the Muni Diaries Facebook page, Muni rider Kealani says,
Nothing says Muni like someone dropping fried chicken on your leg at 10 a.m.
I mean, what’s the right thing to do here, pick it up off your lap and give it back to the person? Or take a picture of it and send it to Muni Diaries? (Rhetorical question, you guys!)
Photo by Right Angle Images
In just two weeks, we’ll pack he Elbo Room for the second time this year for an evening of “Only in San Francisco” stories. The lineup for the next Muni Diaries Live features some damn sexy nerds, hot storytellers, San Francisco insiders, and more surprising tales than a morning ride on the 47-Van Ness (trust me). Advanced tickets are on sale now, so grab one before they disappear!
Our full lineup: (more…)
Photo by Mark Hogan
From Muni rider Ramona, overheard on the in-bound 38:
Woman on phone, on bus:
“Well, sometimes you’re mean.”
“No, you’re not a meme. You’re M-E-A-N.”
Damn. I really want to be a meme too.
Overheard something ridiculous on Muni? Tweet it or Facebook it to us!
Photo by Kevin Wong/Right Angle Images
We’re getting ever so close to the next Muni Haiku Battle at Muni Diaries Live, so it’s time to meet our challenger! Say hello to Ronn Vigh, comedian and former writer for E Television’s Fashion Police. Ronn will be bringing his best Muni 5-7-5s to the battle at Muni Diaries Live on Nov. 8. He’ll be battling our reigning champion Jesse James (that’s Jesse so graciously accepting his Flavor Flav-inspired Muni Haiku trophy necklace in the photo above?)
Ronn’s been writing some hilarious three-word tweets that describe his love life (er…”drier than California,” he says), so we can only imagine what he can do with 17 syllables.
Here’s Ronn at the Punchline:
Get your tickets now, and get ready to cheer for the next Muni Haiku champion!
Photo by Joe Lewis
Of all the days you could get on the wrong bus, Karla Milosevich accidentally got on an express on Oct. 17, 1989, the day that the big one hit. Today is the 25th anniversary of the Loma Prieta earthquake, and the website Earthquake Weather has been gathering stories about the quake. Here’s Karla’s:
I was working a temp job on the 12th floor of a downtown office on Spear Street, and had just gotten off work. I caught the 14 Mission bus to go to the café on Valencia Street where my sister worked, but accidentally boarded the express one, which was headed towards Daly City. I couldn’t get off before the freeway so I was standing in the crowded bus, holding the rail over my head, looking out the window and lamenting how much longer it was going to take me to get home.
We were stopped, waiting for a light, and then the bus kind of rolled and it sounded like metal on metal, I figured we were having an accident on the side I couldn’t see. It seemed like a car was scraping against the bus. But then I could also see a guy who had been asleep in his car– he woke up and was all startled. I was wondering about the connection because his car wasn’t touching the bus, then people started saying “Earthquake”, “That was an earthquake!”
We sat there for a few minutes, then got on the freeway anyway, business as usual. I got off as soon as I could, in the way outer Mission. Around then, all the buses stopped running, so there was no way to get back. This was before cell phones, so I started walking to the Mission. As it happened, this guy I know, Dave Cohen, happened to be driving by and gave me a ride home. That was pretty lucky! That’s when I started to hear about how much damage there was.
Were you on Muni during the ’89 earthquake? Tell your story to 1989Quake.com.
Illustration by Jenifer Wofford
Do you remember where you were when the big one hit in 1989? Tomorrow is the 25th anniversary of the Loma Prieta earthquake, and Jenifer Wofford
of Earthquake Weather has been gathering stories about the quake. Stories on her site are accompanied by her wonderful illustrations such as the one above. San Franciscan Gabe Wachob happened to be riding the 54-Felton that fateful evening. Here’s his story.
On the evening of Oct 17, 1989, I was a 16 year old senior at Lick-Wilmerding High School. When the earthquake hit, I was on the 54 Felton on my way home after a late day at school (why I was going home at 5, I don’t remember). It was a normal day, except abnormally hot as we all know, except about 2 minutes after we crossed Mission (on Persia), while at a stop, someone started trying to tip the old bus over. Or so we thought. It was a strange experience – those old diesel buses were not exactly lightweight… When I looked up (during the shaking) I saw “standing waves” in the electricity lines above. I knew it was an earthquake.
The bus continued on the route – I don’t think we knew the magnitude of what had happened. It was clear, as we continued on, that it was a serious event, however. Driving through a part of town with 2 story stucco-d houses with garages on the first floor, we could see big cracks in the stucco around almost every garage.