some like it raw.

It's totally makes sense now:

Not.

I don't know a whole lot about the technicalities of photography+I'm not the best+I don't have all the fancy equipment (or any of it), but I totally having fun with it.  

there are rules on bart. !!!

BART = Bay Area Rapid Transit, for those not in the know. I love BART.

Common commuter courtesy+observations of the lack thereof are such an easy+topical subject, but I'm still pretty shocked whenever I notice people breaking the imaginary commuter pact that's in my head:

• Eating on BART. I'm sure your food is yummy. Maybe. I hate ambiguous food smells that seemingly coming from nowhere. This doesn't happen only on the train. If I'm walking down the street+get a whiff of meat-smelling wind without a restaurant/bbq pit/food cart in sight, I get a little nauseous. 'Where is that smell coming frommmmm??.' My personal quirk aside, funky ass Chinese food on the train isn't ok. Food hardly ever smells ok on the train.  Ever.
• Clipping your nails on the train. This sucks for two reasons: I know you're not putting your nail clippings in your nail clipping talisman around your neck to have a nail clipping burning ritual later. You're tossing those shits on the ground+seats. Aside from your body refuse being thrown around the train, the clipping of nails makes a specific noise that goes faster than the speed of light from your nails to other folks' eardrums. It can be heard over the train noises, over the chatter, sometimes over earphones. Who are you, Public-Nail-Clipper? And why do you do what you do?
• Young punks+their musical gadgets. Listen. I don't want to hear your shitty rap music coming from your Motorola Sidekick 3. Where the hell are your earphones+why do you insist on playing your "music" on your phones miniature speaker? It's never anything good that people are playing out loud. No 2Pac. No Bach. No Cake. No Salt-N-Peppa. It's always some inaudible crap that I don't want my kid hearing. I don't pull out my 'YOU YOUNG WHIPPER SNAPPERS...' card that often (except the time I shooed some kids off of my lawn+a few other times), but I can't stand hearing super offensive+horribly produced music out loud on the train. There are children around! Have some decency! I mean, I listen to some crude shit, but I keep my earphones in. Duh.
• Seating. If you are able-bodied, give your seat up for folks who aren't. This includes, but is not limited to: older folks, folks with seeing-eye dogs or walking sticks, people with kids hanging from their waists. Just do it.
• MOVE TO THE RIGHT! I can't emphasise this enough. If you are entering/exiting the train or are on the stairwell/escalator: MOVE TO THE RIGHT. I try to be a calm person. I specifically listen to mellow music on my way home to unwind. Nothing breaks that calm quicker than a train operator pretending he didn't see my after a train door shut in my face after I busted butt to get to the train but got held up cus some fool was walking down the stairs on the left side while I was sprinting up the right. MOVE! Be the lamb that you are+follow the herd on the right of the stairwell. This goes for exiting/entering the train too. Keep it to the right or we will all mush into each other+form one, surly ball of carnage while we're trying to get on/off the train. Move. To. The. Right. Bitch.

I honestly do love BART (tho I wish it ran all night........). People on BART? Totally iffy.

lorelai. the water bearer.

little ladies.

zombie bike party.

Hopped on a train to Oakland one night after work with Lorelai to hang, eat carne asada fries+check out the Zombie bike party. Am I a bad mom or an awesome mom for subjecting my kid to my zombie obsession? Maybe she'll thank me later. In therapy.