Loose and casual graphic-blogging with random thoughts and links to interesting things.
Walk through my city with me.
Target fireworks, 2012 Aquatennial at Stone Arch Bridge
That stop sign? It’s on a bike bridge. It doesn’t apply to pedestrians, and cars can’t go there. It is only for cyclists, yet no cyclist will stop for a bike-only stop sign. They don’t stop for regular stop signs or red lights, either.
90% of cyclists are criminals. They like to make themselves out to be victims, but no. The broad, visible majority are ignorant, arrogant, law-breaking criminals.
GIVEAWAY AND PROMO TIME!!!
Okay, here’s the deal! When I reach 400 followers I’m gonna do a giveaway.
Single-character, minimal background, digital drawing.
ANY character, whether it’s your own, a favorite from a show or book, or even yourself!
The winner will be randomly selected from my followers.
I’ll choose twenty of the people who reblog this post to promote on my blog, and bold the ones I like.
- reblog this post
- you DO NOT have to be following my blog
- liking this post won’t count
- twenty random rebloggers will be chosen at midnight CST on MAY 15th
There’s conflict on the public buses. Some drivers don’t pay attention to how passengers conduct themselves, and Minnesotans don’t like to speak up for themselves. That means a couple ballsy teenagers or some out-of-towners can trammel the pleasant (or pleasantly uneventful) riding experience.
This can take the form of candy wrappers tossed to the ground, soda bottles rattling back and forth as the bus lurches and halts, or confrontational youths playing crappy music as loudly as their crappy smartphone’s speakers will permit. Most frequently, however, it manifests as phone conversations.
Men and women, kids and adults of all ethnic backgrounds love yapping it up on their phones. The ones who are the most guilty are the ones you’re watching for, people who fit your deep-seated prejudices. If you don’t like blacks, they’re on the phone all the time. If you don’t like women, good lord, they do not get off the phone. In actuality, the distribution is fairly even with some surprising outliers (and not a little hypocrisy).
Today someone was chattering away on a noisy phone conversation, not yelling, but audible several seats away. It’s the driver’s responsibility to advise riders to keep their calls quiet and short, but many drivers are just burned-out and broken. You could steal the wheels off their bus and they’d just sigh and stomp the accelerator, grinding their way through the rest of their route.
What was exceptional, today, was someone two rows back yelled at the person on the phone: “Shut the hell up! Read the fuckin’ sign!” (Sometimes there are signs advising people to keep their calls quiet and short, but people tend to ignore signs.) The caller went quiet but didn’t hang up. Everyone within a two-person radius of the expletive stirred a little in surprise, but Minnesotans don’t like to raise a fuss and it would’ve been impolite to acknowledge the event.
But I’m not from here, and a burly, sunburned white guy in gym clothes swearing at a young Somali woman is blistered in my memory.
There are things to do in our fine city. We were recently polled as #2 best music city in the nation, and we host far too many excellent ethnic cuisine restaurants. Stroll around the lakes (take your pick), try some local microbrews, or wander around Downtown West and take your chances against mobs of two dozen young men attacking people for absolutely no reason. The cops are helpless! Hilarity ensues.
If that’s not enough:
- Get engaged with emergency preparedness: CERT training runs April 27-29. Learn how to protect yourself in a disaster—don’t be a liability.
- MN Streetcar Museum is ready to train volunteers to drive their century-old trolleys! Few things are as exquisite as operating your own trolley as the sun goes down on Lake Harriet, with live music drifting over from the bandshell.
Six “flash mob” assaults on Mpls cyclists in Feb. and March, sometimes in early evening, once in front of police.