In the Bus Bag
Writing My Wrongs: Life, Death, and Redemption in an American Prison, by Shaka Senghor
Monthly Archives: June 2006
Warning: Do not click this link if you are in a meeting or a coffee shop–or on a bus with wireless access. :) It makes noise.
Today I found a Web page entitled (I kid you not), “How to pick up chicks at bus stops.” I’m choosing not link to the site (it’s not exactly family friendly), but it’s part of a series of “how to pick up chicks” advice pages, and (thankfully) there is an accompanying instructional video.
I can’t say the man’s tactics would work on this bus chick, but he is …
T. Byrd to Bus Chick:
“I’m sure this is a no-brainer question…but what’s the secret to not feeling like you’re always chasing down the bus? I swear I get up with enough time. Then next thing I know I’ve squandered away the time and I’m running down the street to make the bus. Mind you, I was lollygagging and missed the 9:25 bus. I didn’t have time to get my breakfast. So, I chose to take the 9:55 bus so I could get something to eat and not have to rush.) I made my shake but then got on …
As I mentioned yesterday, June 8th is National Dump the Pump Day, a day when drivers across the country will get on the bus (or train, or whatever).
While we’re at it, let’s add the 20th, too.
OK, more than one:
Contrary to the impression I gave some readers on Tuesday, I am not against light rail in Seattle. In fact, I am very, very for light rail in Seattle. I, too, think the changes Sound Transit is making to major streets (not just adding the rail, but also widening sidewalks, etc.) will help to combat carism in Rainier Valley, even if, as one reader pointed out, the southern end of MLK will continue accommodate four lanes of traffic but no bike-only lane.
Tuesday’s post was mostly about emotion–my from-the-gut reaction to the huge (positive …
Today, June 7th, 2006, is the 48th anniversary of the birth of Prince Rogers Nelson, one of this country’s most influential musicians, a genius who, it might be inferred by some of his song lyrics, once rode the bus. Not convinced? He also happens to be left handed, a trait which, at least according to this lefty, is common among genius/bus rider types.
Maybe this will:
Last night I took my dad, known to his disrespectful children and their friends as ‘Romie (short for Jerome), out to dinner. We were celebrating his 67th birthday (albeit two weeks late), so I took him to my favorite restaurant, which, coincidentally, is owned by the very same Donna who is responsible for introducing me to 8 Limbs.
Because it was a “date,” ‘Romie insisted on driving, and because the restaurant was in Belltown, there was no street parking. We finally settled on a lot on 1st, between Bell and Battery. The lot didn’t …
Yesterday I went to a lunchtime Yoga class at 8 Limbs with my friend Donna. A few hours before the class, I went to the 8 Limbs Web site, intending to find the street address of their Capitol Hill location and then use Trip Planner (or my fairly extensive knowledge of central city bus routes) to figure out to get there. Instead, I found that they had done the work for me by listing the bus routes that serviced each studio. (I can’t link directly to that page, but if you want to see it, go to