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Muni Diaries Live alum Hiya Swanhuyser spotted a bit of simple, clever adolescent humor* recently. Go ahead: tee hee the day away.
Check out Hiya and others at Muni Diaries Live in August 2012.
Image via the Twitter
* Of which we wholeheartedly approve.
Image via Meanwhile, in San Francisco
We met artist Wendy MacNaughton back in 2010 when she illustrated a series of gorgeous, whimsical, and very San Francisco drawings done on Muni and BART. Since then, she’s done loads of amazing work, including Pen and Ink: Tattoos and the Stories Behind Them, written with Muni Diaries Live alum Isaac Fitzgerald (watch his story here). Her latest book, Meanwhile, in San Francisco, is an ode to the city we all know and love. Featured prominently at the beginning of the book, of course, is the personal story of a Muni driver.
The illustrations shows a day in the life of a Muni operator in his own words. From Wendy: “The driver is my neighbor, Edmundo. he lives just up the street from me – so I asked if I could join him at work. I went at the crack of dawn with him one day – before 5 a.m., I think it was.”
We asked Wendy in an earlier story about why she draws on public transit: Read more
Passing by Union Square last Saturday I happened upon this clever Muni t-shirt by Kye, who sells the shirts with his dad, Kye Senior. Actually Kye Senior is Kye IV, a leathersmith who originally created the shirt for a Muni driver friend. He told me that he befriended the Muni driver when she started buying leather belts from him (you can find Kye’s belts at his Lifetime Leather Etsy store). One day the Muni driver told him about the “sand people” who always made her bus a mess. It turns out that many homeless people dug themselves into the sand at Ocean Beach in order to keep warm, and when police officers come by each night to rouse them, they had no other choice but to board her bus to keep warm. Unfortunately this meant that they also spilled mounds of sand all over her bus.
“I love and hate Muni!” she told him.
And right after that, Kye and his son created the shirt out of the Muni worm font in her honor.
The shirt isn’t on sale on Etsy currently but you can find Kye IV and Kye V around Union Square.
This time, the worm finds itself on some dude’s chest, over his heart, I presume. I mean, yes. But also, really? Okay, got it. Cool.
Also: Are any of you out there willing to do as this guy has done?
Previously on Muni Diaries:
Hey, That’s My Tattoo! Girl Reunites With Her Muni Tattoo
Muni Transfer Tattoo Honors Family, Bernal Heights
Via Sara (whose hashtags here seem pertinent, so I’m leaving them): “Fresh ink. #muni #sf #idiot”
Photo by Muni rider Brandon
You hear a lot about chickens on Muni. Live ones. Dead ones. Embryonic ones.
Seems we as a society are advancing, though. Seen above and below, examples of civilized chickens on Muni, traveling in plastic bags and keeping to themselves.
Photo by Muni rider adventures_of_fat_kid
You’ve come a long way, chicken on Muni.
It’s 7:50 a.m. somewhere!
From pregame PBR on the J-Church to busting open the Anchor Steam party box a little early, Muni riders arguably need a fix the most. In case we needed to prove it further to jaded New Yorker Anthony Bourdain, who said of SF, “…underneath a gossamer-thin veneer of granola is, in fact, a two-fisted drinking town.”
Happy Friday, whenever you decide to crack one open.
Via Muni rider Kristi. “7:50 am…makes sense”