A celebration of writing and riding
On Monday, November 10th, 4Culture will host a launch party for Poetry on Buses 2014. There will be music and live readings by 36 local poets. See you there?
Hear My Bus a Comin'
On Monday, November 19th, at 11:10 AM there will be an unveiling of the bus shelter honoring Seattle's own Jimi Hendrix. The shelter is at 23rd & Massachusetts (in front of NAAM), which is roughly half a block west of Jimi Hendrix Park.
In the Bus Bag
An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States, by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz
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?