Coveting: Muni Buttons and Magnets
You can find her buttons and magnets at Niana’s SFLocal online store. I think they’d look sharp pinned onto one of our Fast Pass T-shirts!
Category: diaries
Ghost of a Two-Year-Old Clipper Charge
Photo by Sam Churchill
A week later, he did receive an extended ride history back to 2010. Here’s what he found out:
After double checking things they did in fact credit my account the auto load amount like they said. However they never charged the associated debit account for it and my bank records reflect this. So they were right about the charges after all.
The way they went about trying to collect it really rubbed me the wrong way; especially after such an extended period of time.
At this time I still haven’t been able to get an explanation as to why the charge never went though back in December 2010 from anybody at Clipper.
I still haven’t been charged the $35 like they said they were going to in the original e-mail. We’re coming up on two weeks after the [payment] deadline they set. I submitted a protest of the charges before I received my ride history, so maybe that’s holding up the process. I also haven’t been contacted by anybody at Clipper since the e-mail with my ride history.
How very Kafka-esque. Has anyone else seen old charges come up on their Clipper card?
Weekend Photos: Muni With a Broad Brush
Photo by Robert. Please, click here to embiggen this’n.
I’ve been away a few weeks. Of the places I traveled, I gotta say, Barcelona sure does have a fantastic subway. Clean, reliable, cheap. But sweaty, yo.
Still, as has been the case since I first moved to San Francisco, it’s nice to be back. Now, can someone makes those damn spaceships STFU?
Enjoy these photos and your weekend!
Photo by Beth
Photo by Mike
Photo by Daniel
Hid a Poem on Muni For You
Photo by lubushkin
I think this is part of the lyrics for La Dispute’s very long song, The Last Lost Continent.
But he somehow keeps smiling in spite of all that,
While I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad
Oh how selfish of myself to say that it was
more than I could take.
Like it was I couldn’t shake,
Like it could break me with its fingers
Throw my body in the lake and I would slowly sink away
But the truth is it was sorrow that I made
and would not free.
See I keep falling for the future
after tripping on the past
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last
Like it defines me or reminds me
That I’ve found comfort in my suffering
And uncertainty in happiness and death.
Because what’s next is such a mystery to me.
I’m terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see.
p.s. This week we also found a cute little drawing hidden on the bus. What did you find on your commute today?
“Our City, Our Life”: Interview with Photog Travis Jensen
Photo by Travis Jensen
You might remember him from the Streets of San Francisco show. Travis chatted with us about photographing San Francisco and a memorable Muni shoot that he did recently. Check out his interview and photographs below.
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On Muni: Cat Herding Chicks
Photo by eli_caldas