Category: diaries

This night train looks so cozy, it can take me anywhere any time. I bet it smells like cupcake inside. While Tumblr-diving, I found Nidhi Chanani (@nidhiart), a freelance artist and designer who created this charming image of the N-Judah.

She also has a cute Etsy shop where you can check out original wood burnings and prints like this lovely Cable Car print.

Did public transportation work its way into your art? We want to see.

Photo by @square006

This gruesome scene was found and documented by @square006, who said:

“On Muni, just noticed this pile of discarded gummi bears next to me. They’re all headless.”

It’s a rough world out there. We’ll put up a Wanted poster once we hear back from SFPD.

Photo by Ken-ichi Ueda

Alia of On Transit had a missed connection at the MacArthur BART station, involving Proust, neuroscience, and what could have been. Help a fellow rider out. Did you read over Alia’s shoulders the other day and finish her sentences? Are you the one?

“Excuse me, but do you mind my asking—what’s your major?”

I look up from Proust Was A Neuroscientist, wishing not for the first time that I could answer, “English” or “Neuroscience” or “Just so you know, I could read real science books if I wan-ted.”

Instead: “Oh … I’m not a student.”

“I just saw the UC Berkeley stamp. I’m sorry, I was reading over your shoulder—I know I shouldn’t do that, but it looked really interesting—”

“Believe me,” I interrupt, “I’m the last person you should apologize to for that. And it is pretty interesting, it’s —”

Now he interrupts me. “The part about how we need change to learn, that’s—”

“I know! The book is about how literature and science—

“Yes, I saw a thing once about technology that—

“Right, but this is more like—”

Read the rest of Alia’s missed connection and her transit stories.