Your poem, on a bus
Calling all bus poets! Poetry on buses is back. This year's theme is "writing home." You can find submission guidelines here.
Bus cuts are coming
Thanks to the failure of our state legislature--and the subsequent failure of Prop 1 (aka, "plan B"), King County will lose 72 bus routes and see reduced service on over 100 more. There is a chance a plan will be cobbled together to save some service, but it will be even less ideal than the less-than-ideal plan that just failed.
- On busing and bad language (or, the “s” word, according to Chicklet)
- Fully embracing the role
- Multimodal Monday: 180 miles
- Bus riders have sense
- Westbound 14, 8:30 AM
- How to pass the time at a bus stop, part VI
- The bus life with “big” kids
- Eastbound 4, 4:15 PM
- Calling all bus poets! (again)
- Multimodal Monday: Baby Busling on a bike
In the Bus Bag
Heartbeat of Struggle: The Revolutionary Life of Yuri Kochiyama, by Diane Fujino
Monthly Archives: March 2009
I’m finishing up a major project, so I won’t be posting here very frequently (or at all) for the next week or two. Before I go:
Remember Pierce Transit’s “bus buddy” program?
Apparently, Sound Transit has one, too.
Speaking of Pierce Transit…
Pierce County buses now have: GPS tracking, automatic stop announcements, and extensive two-way communication systems.
Thanks for the links, Andrew.
Chicklet’s best* bus-related quote for the month of March:
“Time to get on the bus–and cuddle up with Mommy!”
Guess I’m not the only one who enjoys our travel time.
*And by best I mean, Mom’s favorite.
On March 31st, KC Metro expects to record its 3 billionth boarding.
The agency wants you to help celebrate/commemorate the milestone by:
• Sharing your “carbon footprint.” There’s nothing to calculate; you just pick a shoe and add your initials. I think the point is to illustrate the collective impact of riding transit, but I wanted to see some numbers–or, at least some cuter shoe options.
Also, look …
*Yes, I know that buses cause runoff, too–but at least it’s less per person. Bikes? Feet? No runoff at all.
Another Sunday, another exciting walk to church.
I think I’ll have to start.
One of the (many) interesting side effects of riding the bus is that it causes me to think a lot about race–and not just because I regularly field questions about my ethnic makeup.
As a black/biracial woman, living without a car makes me very aware of my brownness. Sometimes this is a good thing–like when I’m on the 4, surrounded by other brown people, and we’re having a bus-wide discussion about Barack Obama or fried turkey or Seattle back in the day, and I feel that same sense of camaraderie and community that I feel in my …
Call me a BDP or a mindless Metro booster if you must, but I’m excited to celebrate Bus Driver Appreciation Day. I am grateful for all the hard-working men and women who’ve been getting me there for six years and then some, and I’m especially grateful for those who’ve managed to do it with a smile (or a little music).
This new (because we said so!) holiday seems like a pretty good excuse to share stories about our favorite–and most memorable–drivers. What you got?