The Hand that used to Rock the Cradle

The other night my BF (who, by the way, does not follow this blog.....yet) and I were out having some delicious sushi (btw - I wonder how long it will take him to see that I wrote that about him). Anyway, out at sushi, we walked by this:

An empty car seat in a dirty doorway. Where is the baby? Where are the parents?

I guess I should be happy that there was no actual baby in the car seat. Because then it would require me to take more action than an iPhone photo and a blog post. But I digress.

I do see all sorts of crazy discarded items. But this is an actual nice car seat, that probably some parent would have been happy to use. But not anymore. Once it hit the SF street corner, it immediately became un-usable for baby consumption. Sorry babies, no more car seat for you - you'll just have to go car-seat-less now.

Planes, Trains, & Automobiles (& way too many cones)

Last weekend, my friend Angela and I took a trip down to Arizona - it was nice to get out of the city and go some place warm.

Upon our return, I was, once again, reminded of the strange city I live in....

We flew in and out of SFO (San Francisco Airport), and then took BART (Bay Area Rapid Transport, for you none Bay Area peps) to my car which was parked at the Milbrae BART station... (hence the title, Planes, Trains & Automobiles).

But the fact that we took 3 different modes of transportation that day wasn't the most humorous part of our travels. The photo I took shows how many cones were lined along the "out of service" BART line. Apparently the folks at BART are very concerned that someone might try to board a train, so to discourage passengers from doing so, they have lined EVERY inch of the platform with bright orange cones, along with automated announcements that this platform is out of service.

But don't worry, should you need to board a train here, they've left the black squares (where the train door's are supposed to line up) open and free of cones.

A final thought to ponder... if every 3rd cone was removed, say by a passenger looking to score some free cones, would anyone really notice? If not, I may have to uh, take another trip to the BART airport station next weekend....

the Last of the Pumpkins

I'm calling this blog post "the Last of the Pumpkins" because I believe this COULD be the last pumpkin left in San Francisco. I took this photo while waiting at a stop light on Fell Street. In February.

That's right. This pumpkin managed to survive through the months of October, November, December and January, and now had made its way to its current resting spot, a tree on Fell.

How it managed to not get carved, smashed, or made into a pie for the last 4 months is unknown. Nor why someone thought this tree would be appropriate pumpkin resting spot... but never the less, here it is. Congratulations pumpkin, for being the Last of the Pumpkins (kinda of like the Last of the Mohicans).

My Weird City - First Blog!

Hello blog readers!

So glad you have chosen to spend some of your precious time reading about my life...and my weird city. I was inspired lately to do more creative writing...I figured a blog would be easy, painless, and hopefully, entertaining.  Since I live and work in one of the more interesting cities in the U.S., I figured it would be great to write about what I see, do, and experience while being here. San Francisco is so great (most of the time) and usually you can look around and find something incredibly funny (or at least, something I find incredibly funny. You may just think its humorous, interesting, or perhaps even gross).

I started with the picture above, since its nice and tame. Just a shot of the city while driving on the Bay Bridge. Enjoy this weather while you can - its never 70 degrees and sunny here!

Check back weekly for new posts and photos of things I see in My Weird City.