Make banners for the People's Climate March
Join Got Green? on Saturday, October 10th, to make banners and signs for the People's Climate March. Child care will be provided for those who need it. If you can't make the event, I highly recommend you find another way to get involved with Got Green?, a grassroots organization that really *gets* the relationship between racism, injustice, and the degradation of our natural environment. Love them.
March for climate justice
On Wednesday, October 14th, join the people of Seattle to demand that our leaders take meaningful action against climate change. After the march, you can head to SIFF Cinema Uptown for a screnning of This Changes Everything, the film based on Naomi Klein’s powerful book. (If you don't live in Seattle, you can find a list of all the scheduled screenings here.)
- Buses are for everyone, part IV
- Multimodal Monday: Greenway riders
- Power to the people
- Art + buses + community = life
- A beautiful, brief ride
- On busing and birthday parties (or, My brief encounter with a bus goddess)
- My kind of bus driver appreciation
- A driver holiday by any other name…
- Hear my bus a comin’
- An anniversary, a heavy baby, and an(other) angry rant
In the Bus Bag
The Salish People and the Lewis and Clark Expedition, by The Salish-Pend d'Oreille Culture Committee and Elders Cultural Advisory Council, Confederated Salish and Kootenai Tribes
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Today would have been my mother‘s 66th birthday. Bus Nerd is out of town, but Chicklet, Busling, and I made the pilgrimage to the church where her ashes are buried. (This was the first year we brought home-grown flowers: some Cosmos something-or-others Chicklet and I planted in the spring.) We spent the better part of the day in the neighborhood–lunching with my brother, playing at a nearby park, and–mostly–thinking about how much we miss having her in our lives.
In honor of my amazing mama, I’m reposting my February, 2007, Real Change column:
On Jan. 3, …
Today, we visited the church where my mother’s ashes are buried. I visit frequently throughout the year, but it’s always hardest on the anniversary of her passing. She’s missed a lot in the two years she’s been gone.
In honor of a woman with no equal, who could pull off leather pants with an apron and heeled mules at a Mariners game, a Real Change column from 2007:
On Jan. 3, after a four-and-a-half year battle with breast cancer, my mother, Caroline …
From animal week to music week…
A band headed to a gig*on a westbound 55:
The same band, at the Alaska Junction stop:
*As it happens, they were performing at Sustainable West Seattle. Fitting, no?
An eastbound morning commuter at Montlake Freeway Station:
Del Rey would be proud.
My parents recently moved to a condo on Harbor Ave., the main drag between the West Seattle Bridge and Alki beach. Despite the fact that two buses–the 37 and the 53–stop mere steps from their door, it is nearly impossible for me to visit them.
Of the two routes, only the 37 goes downtown. Unfortunately, it runs to downtown only in the morning, from downtown only in the evening, and only eight times a day each way (twice a day each way on Saturday). The 53 goes to the Alaska Junction, which is a transfer point to buses that go …