Weekend Photos: Muni With a Broad Brush


Photo by Robert. Please, click here to embiggen this’n.

I’ve been away a few weeks. Of the places I traveled, I gotta say, Barcelona sure does have a fantastic subway. Clean, reliable, cheap. But sweaty, yo.

Still, as has been the case since I first moved to San Francisco, it’s nice to be back. Now, can someone makes those damn spaceships STFU?

Enjoy these photos and your weekend!


Photo by Beth


Photo by Mike


Photo by Daniel

Fleet Week Muni Newbie Guide


Photo by Josh Hawley

Sailors and other Muni newbies are in town for Fleet Week, so be prepared to see lots of confused (or drunk?) faces on public transit. Over the years you’ve shared lots of tips for newbies. In addition to the ole “$2 a ride, exact change, keep the transfer, good for any direction for 90 minutes,” we’ve seen some funny and useful tips. Some of the best advice from you for a Muni newbie.

1. STEP DOWN! STEP DOWN!
2. When the recorded lady tells you to “Please Hold On,” she means it.
3. That’s not water on the seat.
4. Hold on to your cell phone and valuables.
5. Move to the back. You’ll get off the bus in time.
6. There’s no honest game of dice on the bus.

What else, what else? More advice here:

Hid a Poem on Muni For You


Photo by lubushkin

Poems are really good things to find in the nooks and crannies of the bus. lubushkin snapped this Instagram picture of verses written literally on Muni. I think this is part of the lyrics for La Dispute’s very long song, The Last Lost Continent.

But he somehow keeps smiling in spite of all that,
While I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad
Oh how selfish of myself to say that it was
more than I could take.
Like it was I couldn’t shake,
Like it could break me with its fingers
Throw my body in the lake and I would slowly sink away
But the truth is it was sorrow that I made
and would not free.
See I keep falling for the future
after tripping on the past
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last
Like it defines me or reminds me
That I’ve found comfort in my suffering
And uncertainty in happiness and death.
Because what’s next is such a mystery to me.
I’m terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see.

p.s. This week we also found a cute little drawing hidden on the bus. What did you find on your commute today?

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