Planting roots, part I: Green Seattle Day
On Saturday, November 7th, join the Green Seattle Partnership (and many of your neighbors) to plant native plants in several SE Seattle parks. Volunteers will meet at Rainier Community Center (at 8:30 AM--ahem!) and then *ride buses* to the various sites. Lunch will be provided.
Planting roots, part II: A community conversation about gentrification
On Thursday, November 12th, Got Green's climate justice committee will host "Our Roots will Weather the Storm: Community Town Hall on Gentrification and Climate." Food and childcare will be provided, so you know I'll be there. ;)
- Art + buses + community = life (part II)
- Respect to those who came before, part V (Or, Why we need Indigenous People’s Day)
- On cars and community
- 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
In the Bus Bag
Spiritual Ecology: The Cry of the Earth, edited by Llewellyn Vaughn-Lee
Tag Archives: How not to impress a bus chick
Older gentleman waiting nearby, after some initial pleasantries: “You in love with somebody?”
Bus Chick: “I’m married.”
Older gent: “That’s not what I asked.”
Touché. And yes.
Folks, I wrote about this phenomenon in ’07 and am still struggling to understand.
If you were looking forward to several months free of Howyoudoin?s, Whatsyourname?s, and Youmarried?s, prepare to be disappointed. You will, in fact, continue to be propositioned — both by members of that group of discerning gentlemen who don’t bother to look at the women they’re chatting up, and by an even more disturbing group: men who are actually attracted to pregnant women. Listen, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
To all the chivalrous gentlemen who, during the weeks and months of 2007–on rainy nights and sunny days and foggy mornings–will slow their Toyotas and Volkswagens and Chevies and Benzes and peer through tinted or mud splattered windows–or perhaps partially opened doors–to ask:
No! (Thank you.) I don’t need a ride.
Post MEHVA tour, 3rd & James, southbound 4 (et al) stop:
Random dude, to me: “Ouuuuuuuuuch! Girl, you’re so pretty, it hurts.” [pause] “Why don’t you come over here and make it better?”
Perhaps our favorite bus-chick pickup artist would be willing to give him a few pointers.
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 …