tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44782024546210133382011-04-21T11:51:39.254-07:00(what happened to you?)work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-80276235003094324652007-11-27T10:23:00.001-08:002007-11-27T10:29:52.010-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0xgswuaMmI/AAAAAAAAABU/8Q4M_ohCW3M/s1600-h/noname"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0xgswuaMmI/AAAAAAAAABU/8Q4M_ohCW3M/s400/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137587597032960610" border="0" /></a><br />"The Z-Line - The Fastest Way Across The Bay!<br /><br />Zero to 85mph in 4.6 seconds with no carbon emissions? It's true! Serving The Ferry Building, Downtown Oakland, Ashby BART and Jack London Square Amtrak. Become a Zip-Line Commuter!"<br /><br />I also saw a gray haired old man idling at an intersection on a big gas powered skate board, but I couldn't snap a photo before the light turned.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-8027623500309432465?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-75733338205180477222007-11-25T20:33:00.001-08:002007-11-25T20:38:03.934-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0pMwguaMlI/AAAAAAAAABM/kRUc96WBDks/s1600-h/notenough3s+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0pMwguaMlI/AAAAAAAAABM/kRUc96WBDks/s400/notenough3s+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137002721271493202" border="0" /></a><br />Not enough 3's.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-7573333820518047722?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-2499924762520138912007-11-25T20:25:00.000-08:002007-11-25T20:35:42.409-08:00On the way to work today I saw an anarchist looking dude wearing a black sweat shirt w/ an iteration of the Che Guevera logo on the back. It was the face of a squirrel and below the image it said, "GONADS AND STRIFE".<br /><br />OK - I just googled that. Asked and answered.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.threebrain.com/dailies2.php?daily=480" target="_blank">http://www.threebrain.com<wbr>/dailies2.php?daily=480</a> So funny it hurts!<br />(video w/ fleeting images of medical diagrams of human reproductive organs, for those of you in the office.)<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-249992476252013891?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-75880287045722299002007-11-25T20:21:00.000-08:002007-11-25T20:36:18.320-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0pKWQuaMkI/AAAAAAAAABE/4TcikCn_Ox4/s1600-h/peehere%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0pKWQuaMkI/AAAAAAAAABE/4TcikCn_Ox4/s400/peehere%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137000071276671554" border="0" /></a><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-7588028704572229900?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-23385521613004221072007-11-25T20:19:00.000-08:002007-11-25T20:36:40.628-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0pJrwuaMjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UtR2Mp5bX30/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/R0pJrwuaMjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UtR2Mp5bX30/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136999341132231218" border="0" /></a><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-2338552161300422107?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-18611599921203706482007-11-25T20:16:00.001-08:002007-11-25T20:37:00.055-08:00On my way to work - I know its Halloween, but the Hunter S. Thompson reading Kerouac is particularly striking.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-1861159992120370648?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-84838745166654208822007-11-25T19:58:00.000-08:002007-11-25T20:37:44.284-08:00On my way to work today, I showed my driver's license, went through a metal detector, and allowed my bag to be searched, all so I could get on the prison ferry to McNeil Island. Located just west of Steilacoom in the Puget Sound, McNeil has hosted federal and state prisoners for 132 years. Even Charles Manson visited for a few years in the early 1960's.<br /><br />The boat ride is rather scenic. The giant Mt. Rainier typically towers in the East and the Olympics peak out in the West. This particular day, everything - the water, the other islands, both shores - was enveloped in fog. Pea soup fog. I bundled up and sat on the top deck, enjoying the cool mist and grateful for the captain's warning that he would intermittently blow the horn. We plugged along in the quiet.<br /><br />Some ten minutes into the cruise, hurried footsteps ran up to the bow, the metal of the deck bouncing. It was the inmate crew. "Dolphins!" they shouted.<br /><br />And there they were. Six, or maybe eight, sleek, strong animals, powering alongside the ferry. Muscular and black, they danced in the wake, not unlike the Amsterdam kayaker I once saw chasing a canal tour boat, oh so eager to surf. The animals – I later found out they're Dall's porpoises – moved with incredible grace and speed and showed no sign of effort as they kept up with our nine knots. They swam and they swam and we watched and we watched.<br /><br />All thoughts of prison vanished.<br /><br />-Seattle, WA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-8483874516665420882?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-4193106572237361992007-11-25T19:56:00.001-08:002007-11-25T20:38:45.469-08:00sitting in starbucks this woman and her son, visiting from vermont, are waiting on line for the bathroom. the boy is a cute, shy teenage hipster. an asian guy walks in and stands in line with them. he looks the boy from head to toe and - in front of this cutie and his mom - says in broken english, "boy or girl?" they laugh and the mom says "BOY!" she goes into the bathroom laughing. the fem-boy stands there quiet and noticeably uncomfortable with his hands in his pockets. the asian guy goes in the other bathroom and comes out rather quickly, saying, "you need sex. you need lot of SEX." and then... he leaves.<br /><br />-New York, NY<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-419310657223736199?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-18710941636836152172007-11-25T19:51:00.000-08:002007-11-25T20:39:28.115-08:00I am walking through the financial district on my way to work downtown. On my left a guy passes me in the bike lane -- full three piece suit, helmet, red old school cruiser bicycle. Totally non-plussed as he weaved through traffic. Kind of a serene moment, y'know?<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-1871094163683615217?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-71091682008875683912007-11-25T19:49:00.000-08:002007-11-25T20:39:59.766-08:00On the way to work today, when I stopped for coffee, the guy in line ahead of me was missing both his hands; he had a pair of hooks. He handed the barista a zipper pouch with his money in it. When I left with my coffee I thought of all the things he'll never feel under his fingers.<br /><br />He ordered a plate of peeled orange wedges and had the barista sprinkle tobasco sauce on them.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-7109168200887568391?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-90074107397479247342007-10-18T21:06:00.001-07:002007-11-25T20:40:40.401-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/RxgtQCpD8sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6QJNwcA4jLY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/RxgtQCpD8sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6QJNwcA4jLY/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122894329744192194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-9007410739747924734?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-71197234192419962952007-10-18T20:39:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:41:51.669-08:00Today I saw an old VW bus, painted completely white. I noticed some square, white sofa cushions tied to the roof. As it drove by, I realized it was one of those buses that was more like a pick up truck - most of the roof missing and wood panels where the windows would have been.<br /><br />The white bus was completely full of white sofa cushions.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-7119723419241996295?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-90862568765419890622007-10-18T20:37:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:42:30.168-08:00<div>On the way to work today I saw an old lady power-walking down the street, fists pumping in the air, knees held high, her purple velour sweatsuit glistening in the sun. </div> <div><br />Made me wish I had a video camera.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-9086256876541989062?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-73792758221755785782007-10-02T14:31:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:43:04.676-08:00I'm meandering the residential streets of South Austin on my way into downtown. There's a pedestrian waiting to cross the street as I head through a traffic light; a cyclist is in the bike lane beside me. Up ahead, I see something in the middle of the road. It's short, dark, and lazily walking in the middle of my path. I slow down as I approach, trying to ascertain what is in my way. I come to a complete stop, a few feet from a beautiful male peacock. The cyclist catches up to, and he too stops and stares. We share a "huh?" through my open car window, then turn to see that the peacock has walked over to the sidewalk, and is meandering off somewhere else.<br /><br />-Austin, TX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-7379275822175578578?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-11029667205421020892007-09-30T23:43:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:43:58.510-08:00<span class="gmail_quote"><br /></span>this morning on the way to work, i saw the AWESOMEST<br />thing, this guy was turning right from Fillmore onto<br />Haight and almost ran over a pedestrian, but instead<br />of breaking he HONKED! the pedestrian (a businessman)<br />hit the side of the car as it sped by. the car stopped<br />mid-turn right onto Haight. The car is now sitting in<br />the middle of a crosswalk blocking at least 2 lanes of<br />traffic.<br /><br />the guy gets out of the car with his coffee, puts the<br />coffee on top of the car and walks around to fight the<br />pedestrian business man. The pedestrian business man<br />says, "you wanna do this?" and throws down his<br />briefcase and they start to posture. they posture all<br />around the bus stop, in front of the walgreens, back<br />out onto the street, before someone broke it up.<br /><br />fucking made my day!!!<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-1102966720542102089?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-26011112277702850442007-09-30T23:42:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:44:32.186-08:00...the cute, lanky, slightly nerdy jamba juice manager gave me a free<br />smoothie for *no* reason.<br />i think i may have a little crush...<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-2601111227770285044?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-22758778988397211772007-09-30T23:40:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:45:36.981-08:00<div>Today on the way to work, a car full of teenagers laughed their asses off at me because I was dancing in the car. They pointed at me, rolled down the window and said something. I just shrugged my shoulders and kept on bopping my head, much to their merriment.<br /></div><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-2275877898839721177?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-7565072237800147422007-09-30T23:34:00.001-07:002007-11-25T20:46:02.426-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/RwCWPFnInYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XtFF4dgYH7E/s1600-h/noname.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh7Dwl8NB7o/RwCWPFnInYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XtFF4dgYH7E/s400/noname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116254362641407362" border="0" /></a><br />Wasn't there yesterday.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-756507223780014742?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-89811659595725833922007-09-30T23:17:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:46:52.494-08:00<div id="mb_0"> <div>on the way to work today i broke up a girl fight on the back of the bus. i placed my body in between two teenage girls and said "excuse me!" very loudly until one of them started giggling, in between f*ing this and f*ing that. the smaller one seemed appreciative, though she didn't thank me or anything. that would have been uncool. the driver was not amused.</div> <div><br />who really needs to find a job closer to home...<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-8981165959572583392?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-11861605057143221682007-09-30T11:43:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:47:24.381-08:00On the way to work today I saw a dude in a shirt and tie carrying a golf club over his shoulder.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-1186160505714322168?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478202454621013338.post-35696262671763523902007-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:002007-11-25T20:47:49.483-08:00I saw a guy in a suit riding a BMX.<br /><br />-San Francisco, CA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478202454621013338-3569626267176352390?l=onthewaytoworktoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>work work work workhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850153386022097276noreply@blogger.com