Weekend Photos: Muni Diaries Live Tonight

Cable Car in the Rain
Photo by Thomas Hawk

I was on the 49 last night with at least half the bus dressed in orange and black, and a guy carrying a horn on his back said, “San Francisco is alive tonight!”

Damn right!

So don’t let the rain keep you away from Muni Diaries Live #4 this evening at the Make-Out Room. We can’t wait to see your faces and hear our storytellers on stage. The Make-Out Room has $1 off of all Maker’s Mark drinks, and $4 side cars when you show your Fast Pass, Clipper, or Muni transfer. And you can win prizes from Anthony’s Cookies, Chronicle Books, The SummitMetronome Dance Collective, and Market Street Railway if the rest of audience votes your Muni story the winner.

What more reason do you need?

In Muni news this week:

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Photo by Telmo32

Everybody was soaked
Photo by Anna Conti

Wet afternoon on the 14 Mission
Photo by Juicy Rai


Photo by Andy Chapman

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Photo by Art Siegel

Where to find poets, twisted minds, and $4 sidecars


Photo by Amber Wolf

What kind of misfit poet would write this:

She stole my heart,
he told me,
and nine months later,
she stole the rest of my shit.

And what kind of twisted hilarious mind would say this?

“I cannot fully shave my Vietnamese accent from my American tongue. Sometimes my ‘clue’ can sound a bit like your ‘glue,’ and other times, when stressed, my ‘bitch’ sounds like your ‘peach.'”

That’s just a little tid bit from our performers — Bucky Sinister and Andrew Lam, respectively. I can’t wait to hear what they’ve got in store for us tonight on stage.

The Make-Out Room is also offering a bonus for Muni riders today: show your Fast Pass, Clipper card, or Muni transfer, and get a delicious Side Car for only $4. Oh, and all Maker’s Mark drinks are $1 off tonight. Don’t let the rain keep you away from Muni Diaries Live!

Jumper on the 38BX!

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Photo by Tom Prete

Anthony saw some shit go down on the 38BX the other day.

The 38BX-Geary B Express heading downtown in the morning goes along the same route as the regular 38-Geary for a while, then turns off of Geary, onto Presidio and continues down Bush. Almost every day someone gets on and looks dumbstruck when the bus makes that turn (off of Geary). It’s an oh-crap-i’m-on-the-wrong-bus face.

So one morning, this young thugged-out kid is wearing that face as the bus approaches the turn, passing his requested stop. He starts freaking out and hitting the back doors … and then poof! The doors open … while the bus is still going about 10-15 mph.

The kid leans out the doors and ponders his next move. Meanwhile, some lady right behind him doesn’t move toward him at all but reaches out her arm and yells, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” and then he leaps from the bus, tries to land on his feet, and fails miserably.

He does a few rolls and quickly gets up. Luckily, he doesn’t get hit by a car. Then, about 30 feet later, the bus stops at its next scheduled stop. The oblivious driver says, “Did somebody just jump off?” and someone else says, “Yeah, but he’s okay.” And we just keep on truckin’.

Off the Hook! Muni Diaries Fast Pass T-Shirts

If you need one more reason to go to Muni Diaries Live tomorrow at the Make-Out Room, here’s one: the brand spankin’ new Muni Diaries Fast Pass T-shirts, hot off the presses, modeled here by our lovely Tara Ramroop.

With the type A Fast Pass being phased out Monday, what better way to memorialize our beloved montly passes than these shirts? They are designed by New Skool‘s Nate1, who is also an in-house artist at Secession Art and Design in the Mission.

We’ll be selling Muni Diaries T-shirts at Muni Diaries Live tomorrow with a show discount. You can also buy these shirts, sweatshirts, and Fast Pass baby onesies at Secession Art and Design.

Take a closer look at Nate’s handywork:

That’s some serious awesome sauce right there.

My Disability on Muni

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Like all of us, Katie has a unique perspective. But hers might be unfamiliar to you. Read on …

Having a mobility impairment is hard anywhere. The hills and public transit system unique to San Francisco add further complication for those of us with broken bodies. I’m missing half of my right foot because of a motorcycle wreck. I have a skin graft, nerve damage, and phantom pains in tissue that don’t exist anymore.

I ride Muni every day. It’s important I get a seat–if I stand all the way from Taraval at Sunset to Van Ness, the rest of my day is ruined. 20 minutes of balancing on a mangled foot causes anywhere from 12 to 72 hours of pain. I use my cane every morning. When I can grab a seat, sitting in the handicapped seating is stressful.

I get on the train in the Sunset/Parkside district and ride it all the way in. My disability is largely invisible unless I’m barefoot or wearing a skirt that exposes my scar-covered right leg. I get dirty looks from older riders when I don’t get up to allow them a seat; I look like a perfectly healthy 22-year-old woman. I sit in the seat, repeat to myself “you’re handicapped and have a right to sit here” and stare at my foot-and-a-half while clutching my cane with white knuckles.

If someone asks, I explain that I am handicapped; that usually kills any discussion. Only once has someone decided to inflict themselves on me and made me “prove” my disability. After taking off my shoe and asking that my medical privacy be respected, the rider in question turned beet red and got off at the next stop.

Monday morning, I wasn’t able to get a seat. I spent the entire train ride being flung around by inertia. I fell into the person to my left three times. She yelled “Bitch” at me, then turned to look at me and saw my cane. She then muttered “oh, sorry” and moved 2 inches to the right.

I tipped into the able-bodied young man who was in the handicapped seating. He looked up at me, saw the cane in my hand, made eye contact with me and shrugged, then turned up his headphones and pulled his hood over his eyes.

Six hours after my train ride that morning, my entire body was still in searing pain. I had to hold on with my right arm only, as my left arm has tendinitis in the wrist and elbow in addition to being the hand I hold my cane in. My right ankle, calf, knee, hip, shoulder, upper back, and neck were all in various levels of pain and swelling due to not being able to sit that morning. Any pain medications strong enough to combat the pain and swelling caused by the morning’s ride were so strong that I was too strung out to work.
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