By now, you might’ve seen cute, colorful honeybears painted all around San Francisco. Some are your run-of-the-mill bears; others have hats and costumes, including one wearing headphones and another holding a lightsaber.
Turns out the artist behind these works is known as fnnch, and I spotted the art above at Powell Street Station earlier today. Here’s a message that fnnch sent out yesterday about it:
In August of 2015 I spoke to the BART Board of Directors and said:
“BART is sitting on one of the greatest collections of canvases in the entire world. As someone who creates street art I’ve come to see spaces a little differently than others might. […] Concrete is canvas. And BART not only has an incredible amount of concrete, it has some that is seen by an incredible number of people. This is a really valuable resource.”
When I moved to SF back in 2000, one of the first things I noticed about Muni Metro and BART trains is the lack of dancers and musicians on the train, a la NYC subways. That’s why it was especially refreshing to see this submission to @bartdiaries the other day, from Urban Baseball Chick.
I just … how do they … WUT?
Maybe you can help this old man ID exactly what this style of dance is called? It’s not poppin and lockin, or is it? Help!
When Amy sent this to me the other day, I was really confused. Was BART running vintage ads on purpose? Do they, like many of us, want this current year (and really, does 2017 look any better?) to not exist, and are thus choosing to live in the past?
In any case, check out this old-ass BART ad. I mean, those carpets …
Someone with crafty Photoshop fingers made these official-looking ads on BART, and I think we can all approve of this message:
“Attention BART riders: Racism, Sexism, Islamophobia, Homophobia, Transphobia and Zenophobia are prohibited in the BART system at all times. Get your shit together.”
A good message at any time, especially now.
Here are some more creative hacks of Muni and BART signs:
Photo by @yearofthefilm
Jesse Morris was better known as “Punk Rock Johnny Cash” — if you had the fortune of seeing him at downtown BART stations, you’d know his breathtaking rendition of “Folsom Prison Blues.” Jeff took this photo in an alley off Valencia yesterday, a simple honoring of this musician who made our Muni and BART rides just a little more special.
In 2011, riders told us that Jesse had passed away, and more than 60 people wrote us about how much he made their day every time they saw him at BART.
Two of the letters that we got from readers at the time:
“When my sister turned 40 a few years ago, I gave Punk Rock Johnny Cash $10 to sing happy birthday to her on my phone.”
“For the past four years, I looked forward to seeing Jesse at BART. When my Mom was dying from cancer, I got her one of Jesse’s CDs, She loved Johnny Cash, and she loved SF, and he was kind of a bit of both.”
Jesse’s bandmates and friends organized a benefit concert for him at the Uptown in Oakland. Here’s a video of Jesse singing at BART — it’s easy to see why he made such a big impression on everyone.
RIP Jesse Morris, indeed.
If this week (year?) has taught us anything, it’s that there is fear all around us, even in our little Bay Area-shaped bubble.
We originally heard about the video from Emily T. Green (@emilytgreen) on Twitter, whose friend Ivet Lolham posted this video on her Facebook page.
I was on the BART going home after a long day and this lady right here heard me talk Assyrian on the phone. You can see what happened next…
Here’s my best attempt at transcribing what the seated woman is saying in the video:
“This woman is a stalker from the Middle East. She’s a Middle Eastern terrorist, and she’s terrorizing citizens like me. And she will probably get deported. And this bastard (points to someone off-camera behind her) … oh, you shut the fuck up. You’re all stalkers. Don’t lie.
(woman taping says, “This is gonna go on Facebook”).
“I don’t give a fuck. Nobody’s gonna watch it. What I would like to say right now is, this crazy person is stalking people, with all these other stalkers. And anybody watching on Facebook knows the ugly, dirty thing you do every year playing the dead pool game (says something indecipherable) and you’re standing here harassing me and I think you’re an ugly little pig who might get deported and I pray that you do.”
We’re in touch with Emily, a Chronicle reporter, and Ivet to find out more about what happened. We’ll update this post as needed.
Be careful out there, everybody.