The art of picking your nose
For the past couple of weeks, I have seen more adults than children pick their nose and eat whatever comes out. I am totally not joking. In fact, I have seen ONLY adults pick their nose and eat it – mostly on BART. Why do they do this? Does it taste good? Does it evoke...
Random rant: Loud music on BART
Every time I step off the BART train into suburbia, I always hum the “Mad Men” theme song in my head – because I so feel like Don Draper commuting from the city to the burbs. But that’s besides the point. My rant of today is: Why the HELL do people insist on BLASTING their...
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The things I do for Anne Hathaway…
This evening, I just decided to put all my work aside and go to a screening of the Jonathan Demme-directed Rachel Getting Married (out in the Yay Area this Friday) starring Anne Hathaway as a girl who just got out of rehab who comes home to her sister’s wedding to spread more dysfunction amongst her...
Awaiting my fate…with the BART Dreamgirls
Why do I feel like vomiting? This lay-off scare is too familiar. It’s like having a monthly case of chronic diarrhea. You know it’s coming so you wait for it, anticipate it, let it pass through and then move on. But whenever I feel down, I think about my BART ride back to the East...
BART is getting on my damn nerves
I am usually a loyal rider of BART. But as of late, my faith in the stink-happy trains of the Bay Area Rapid Transit has been dwindling at a steady pace because of the following: 1.) Last week, when I was riding BART, for the first time EVER, a train broke down, making me late...
Bringing your own food to public places
I think I have this irrational phobia of eating my own food in public. And when I say my “own food” I mean food that I bring from my pantry at home and stuff in my bag to eat in public – like on BART or in Union Square or walking through Hayes Valley or...
My BART Adventures: The drunken lonely man
I am a frequenter of BART (a.k.a. Bay Area Rapid Transit). That said, I see a lot of interesting things. A while back, I was sitting on BART on my way home when a drunken man approached a fairly decent looking lady sitting by herself, minding her own business. I already knew what was going...
