What is with all the fucking Red Sox fans showing up at A's games in Oakland? Same with Yankees fans, and they are always totally obnoxious. Most of them are transplants, who apparently didn't really love the northeast THAT much. OR they are just pitiful bandwagoneers who have been brainwashed by ESPN's constant NY/Boston coverage.

It took me over two hours to get to work this morning. Much of this involved walking a mile down Market Street after the subway was closed. Muni can suck it.

Speaking of that, new Kathy Griffin special tonight!

Getting lots of compliments on the pink hair, which is very nice. :)

New Spoon songs keep getting stuck in my head. Catchy bastards. I can't say enough how great this new record is. They make it sound so easy, but earworm melodies like these don't occur to most songwriters. I don't know where this gift comes from, if it's learned or inherited, but you, Mr Daniel, have it.

Tags: baseball, muni, spoon

Whitney and I had a great day at the A's-Giants game yesterday afternoon even though I am a fence-sitting whore and cheered for both teams. Still, we drank beers and got sunburns and took pictures of Stomper, the A's elephant costume mascot.

So I now have a minor burn on my nose and forehead. Booo.

Tonight I left work at 5:00 and arrived home at 6:45. Once again it was confirmed that San Francisco MUNI is the worst excuse for an urban transit system in the entire United States.

I got off the train at Church to get some groceries at Golden Produce. Waited for the next N. One finally arrived, too packed to get on. Fifteen minutes. The next one: even more packed. Twenty minutes. ANOTHER crammed train. I had been standing in the cold wind for 40 minutes so I shoved my way on. I rode for a few stops, but feeling very claustrophobic, got off at UCSF. The next train came three minutes later, very unpopulated, and I hopped on to enjoy some personal space.

I will hate you forever, Muni.

Tags: baseball, muni

Brian's favorite breakfast pastry.



Arizmendi bakery, $2.00

They are SO good but they are also sugar and fat-laden (in other words, DELICIOUS), so I don't indulge as often as he does.

Here is my husband at a cafe this morning. Muni was fucked again and they closed the subway, so we hoofed it up to Haight to take the bus. On the way we stopped for a little rest.



CUTE

And here is me, blank-face

Tags: food, muni, photos

I left the office today at around ten minutes past five. Walked up to the train platform on the corner, soon a train arrived. It pulled across the road and toward the mouth of the tunnel, where we sat for fifteen minutes.

At 5:30, we lurched forward and then crept slowly beneath the street and toward Embarcadero. More waiting. More delays. Directly in front of us, another N-Judah.

Finally got going, and moved at a relatively slow pace through the underground stops. Long wait at Civic Center. Longer wait just before Van Ness. Finally the doors opened at Van Ness and people came pouring out of the second car. Apparently it had no air conditioning.

Now it was almost six o'clock. I looked out and saw four more trains stacked in front of mine, at a standstill. No announcement from the driver, AT ALL. No idea what the fuck is going on. Outside the sun in shining, it's perfect, so I left with the crowd of other escapees. Began to walk up Market.

Walked all the way to Church Street, ducked into Golden Produce to get some fruit and vegetables. Carrying my purse, jacket, and shopping bag, I headed up to Duboce to wait for the N some more, hoping it would be sorted out by now. It was 6:30.

Summoned the NextBus tracker on my phone. It claimed an N in 2 minutes. No train. 7 minutes. No train. I walked up the hill to Noe Street, deciding it would be nicer to just wait in the park in the grass. I sat down and stared down the long stretch of Duboce. Four J-Church trains in a row all turned left out of the tunnel below.

I called Brian. He was already home -- he got a ride from a coworker. He talked me into letting him come pick me up. We live perhaps ten minutes from this train stop. He got in the car immediately and began driving.

When he called to tell me he was almost there, the N still had not arrived. It was nearly seven. Then I saw it, sitting down at the bottom of the hill. It rumbled up past the park, of course packed to the doors with miserable passengers. Brian showed up, I told him he had almost beaten the N. We made up the time against the train on the drive home -- I saw it approaching 9th ave just as we crossed Judah on the way to our house.

I was a little grouchy. Maybe because my commute was over two hours when it is normally 35 minutes. We finally got home and I dropped off the groceries, then we walked to Yumma's to get some yummy mediterranean food. came home, watched the last of the Season 2 "Entourage" episodes.

I put 13,000 steps on my pedometer today.

Tags: fitness, muni

On the way to work, the train I was riding somehow lost its lights at the mouth of the Market Street subway. The insides of both cars were suddenly totally enveloped in darkness, and as the train picked up speed underground, slipping past flashes of fluorescent bulbs on the walls of the tunnel, it became too dark to see anyone's face.

I loved it.

It continued for five stops, all the way to the other side. From where I stood at the very back of the second car, I looked up to the front and as the train emerged into bright sunlight, I watched as the train was gradually lit up again, one row of seats at a time.

Tags: muni