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                                                 June 15, 2011

  One weekend, on impulse I walked out of
  the house and did what turned out to be          The three
  a triangle run, using public transit to          sides:
  hit two different neighborhoods before           14-38-24
  returning home.

  Just going out for coffee didn't                     J-town
  seem ambitious enough, so I rode                 _______o_______
  the Mission Street bus up into                  |   38  . 38    ^    Central
  Soma, where I bought a Thinkpad at              |       .        ^o  Comp.
  Central Computer.  Then I walked                |    22 .        /
  to Market Street, and then took                 \       .       /
  the Geary bus west to Japantown,                 \       .     /
  because I couldn't think of                   24  \    J .    |
  anywhere else I wanted to be for                   \     .    | 14
  lunch.  And after my usual rounds                   \    .    |
  there, I took the 24 bus back                         ^o^ ^^^^
  home.                                                 Home

     The reason I'm sketching
     out this story: I think
     it shows some things
     about what public transit
     does to your life.

       But it's not easy to make this
       story interesting: I went out,
       bought something, went somewhere
       else, ate lunch, shopped around
       a bit, then came home.

       But you know what John Cage
       said about things that seem
       boring.

  Originally, I was going out just because I
  felt the need to go out... my first thought
  was coffee at Muddy's, but that's not much
  different than what I do on weekdays, with
  much commute time spent sitting on trains.

  So I tried to think of a more useful
  errand, something I could do that
  would help get me "unjammed", and           My laptop had been in the
  advance some of the various projects        "needs repair" category
  I'd like to do...                           for ages, and just buying
                                              another would cut that
        I went with a Thinkpad                particular knot.
        (despite the evil inside
        that goes by the name of
        Intel), on the assumption
        that they're so common I       It turns out that thinkpads can
        didn't need to check linux     contain different kinds of wifi
        hardware compatibility         widgets, and I got stuck with the
        lists.                         worst of the bunch, a "realtek"
                                       whose drivers have some odd
                                       kernel version restrictions.

                                          With the latest Ubuntu I'd
                                          installed, I'm never going
                                          to get this wifi working.

                                                  Perhaps: downgrade
                                                  to Ubuntu 10, the LTS
                                                  release... or upgrade
                                                  the wifi widgetry?

                                                         But I'm never
                                                         desperate for
                                                         wifi... I've got
                                                         no problems with
                                                         jacking in,
                                                         loading up, and
                                                         working isolated.

  So walking east, I passed by
  the J Church line... I hadn't
  checked "nextmuni.com",            This in itself is an odd
  but somehow it didn't seem         (perhaps "weird") subject:
  likely one was coming soon.        what are the cues that make
                                     me feel like a line is dead?
  I kept going to Mission
  Street, where the slow,                       It helps if there are a few
  but frequent 14 bus line                      people waiting, but it's
  took me up and over to                        worrying if there are too many.
  within a few (long) blocks
  of my destination...                          Seeing a train going in the
                                                opposite direction is a good
  Central computer was the obvious              sign: it let's you know that
  choice for this: it's the only                the entire system hasn't
  computer joint left in town, really,          gone down.
  and I've always thought it was an
  okay place... and a much smaller biz
  than the dreaded OffalMax and the
  like.

    And so, I stroll out with my impulse
    purchase under my arm; it was a wet,
    drizzly day, but they had no plastic         Throughout the
    bags large enough to protect the box         afternoon I felt
    so I just winged it and lucked out:          weirdly ostentatious
    no heavy rain while I was out.               lugging this flat box,
                                                 with lettering that
                                                 screamed "!*ThinkPad*!*

  I was getting hungry, but I had
  trouble thinking of a part of town
  I wanted to be in besides Japantown
  (a common problem for me of late).

  So I walked over to Market, and
  (eventually, after quite a wait) snagged
  the Geary Street bus west and ascended
  the stairs to Peace Plaza.  After some        (Stairs?  Isn't it
  blundering around (May's Coffeeshop was        more like a ramp?)
  out of red bean Taiyaki already!  Oh,
  the hardware store is open, I shouid
  check what they have before they close!)
  I settled down in the secret, second            (And now, Mifune
  location of Mifune, which I often use            is three.)
  for backup.


         I then made my usual rounds... manga
         at kinokiniya; banana/black sesame
         gelato crepe a few doors over; and
         then back to Peace Plaza to sit down
         in the shade with it.

         A little black girl was immediately
         fixated on my ice cream, going into a
         cute act to try to impress me, a young
         woman smoking at the next bench smiles
         at my predicament, checks to see how I
         take it.  Actually, I am not amused.


  On the way home, I need to wait at
  the Fillmore 22 stop for awhile --
  some b-boys in droopy white t-shirts
  go by and one says "Hey, do you want
  that?" (I realize he means the
  thinkpad box under my arm) his friend     These were *white* b-boys, by
  comments "Yeah, I was thinking we         the way-- for some reason I
  should just grab it--".                   specified the race of the
                                            little black girl; and now I
                                            feel the need to make it
                                            clear this is not a story
                                            about being hassled by black
                                            kids on Fillmore Street.

                                                (And isn't it interesting
                                                that I didn't think it
                                                necessary to mention that
  When the 22 finally showed, it was            the young woman smoking
  packed, completely overflowing.  I            looked white?)
  wasn't going to squeeze into that with
  a box under my arm, so I bailed, and
  scurried over to the nearby 38 stop,
  where I nearly immediately caught a bus
  heading further out west.

  I transfer at Divisdero for the 24, and
  after waiting a few minutes (a nextmuni
  display at that stop makes it clear it
  won't be too long) I ride on home
  through the Lower Haight, the Castro,
  and Noe Valley, hopping off a block
  from my house.

      On the bus I was sitting near some
      local teenage girls-- a blonde with
      nose ring talking to a butch
      dickensian street urchin-- The
      blonde commented knowingly on The
      Independant (which I still think of
      as "The Kennel Club", though that's
      going two names back): "I've been
      there".  She went off on a long
      story about it, the real point of
      which is that the guy she was with
      was paying for her that night.


And now, a third time through
the triangle, in retrospect:

With public transit, I feel there's this
sense of being un-encumbered, you can
wander in any direction without having to     The way the freedom of The Car
constantly find your way back to The Car.     really works: "Should I just
                                              walk over there?  I'm already
                                              half-way there.  But if I *do*
But on the other hand,                        walk there, I'll have to walk
this story is also a                          twice as far back, so maybe I
good example of many                          should go pick up The Car again
problems with public                          and move it closer to where I'm
transit, at least                             going..."
present-day public
transit: Unreliable                           I gather that the way the world
arrival times, over-                          looks to car people is: "I can't
crowding, a constant                          take the *bus* there, I'll be
need to revise your                           trapped!  What if an emergency
strategy...                                   comes up and I suddenly need to
                                              get to ___?"
It also illustrates the
contact-with-strangers so                                        And so they
many people dread, e.g. the                                      get stuck
guys "joking" about stealing       Or for that matter,           dragging the
my laptop.                         eavesdropping on              ball and
                                   some teenage girls:           chain.
   I guess that most people        stylish, but without
   with the resources to buy       much of interest to
   computer equipment would        say.
   not do it using the bus...
   if you didn't own a car
   to lock it up in, you'd
   take a cab and run it home
   immediately.


There are some other transit life-style
effects in here as well: I hit Central
Computer in part because I don't frequent
malls and big boxes as seems natural to
car people.


And a little more subtly: I'm
someone with a lot of his free
time tied up in a bike-train
commute, and that conditions
how I spend time on the weekend.
It would've been faster to do this         Another personal oddity is on
run on bike, but I do so much biking       display: I don't carry a
during the week, I'd rather not.           smartphone, so I can't check
                                           the nextmuni.com site on
I prefer that sense of drifting around     impulse.  I have to remember
town on bus, letting your mind go          to check it before I leave,
where it will: when you're The Driver      (though I can still make use
or The Rider, you have to focus on         of the public displays which
the trivia of getting down the road.       exist for at least some stops).

                                             But then, that's also an
                                             oddity of San Francisco.
                                             I gather most cities don't
                                             yet have the equivalent of
                                             a "nextmuni", certainly not
                                             New York.

                                             It's an obvious amenity to
                                             add in a computerized era
                                             when public transit usage
                                             is on an upswing.



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