Monthly Archives: May 2008
Media roundup: sci fi, electronica, the tragedy of suburbia, and public radio
And now, a brief list of things produced by fellow humans I enjoyed reading, hearing and watching in the past few weeks. Books: Larry Niven’s Ringworld I was drawn in by the concept of a ringed artificial habitable structure orbiting … Continue reading
Station Manager of 91.7 KALW San Francisco reaches out to listeners.
During my Tuesday shift I was pleasantly surprised to hear a radio station manager speaking directly to listeners for an extended period of time about the state of the station. In the past, I’ve heard station managers speak during pledge … Continue reading
Muni strikes again.
I wouldn’t be doing my Civic Duty if I didn’t link to yet another Municide. This time the culprit was an articulated standard coach (non-trolleybus) 71-Haight/Noriega heading inbound on Market at 6th. A 77 year old female pedestrian was struck … Continue reading
June 3 voting guide: No on 98, 99, F. Yes on G.
All these propositions are really annoying. I’ve received over 15 mailers for and against state and local measures and candidates. 15 * millions of Californians is a lot of waste. I really enjoyed SPUR’s voter guide. Or, ignore it all … Continue reading
Robots are better at space exploration than humans.
As many close friends can attest, I dream of the future human colonization of planets in our solar system and beyond. Ah, how I stew in the romance of this idea. After doing some math prompted by lively debate on … Continue reading
More Bay to Breakers
This is a continuation of a previous post. Toward the end of my shift, around 3pm, I picked up an elderly Chinese couple hailing on the street downtown. They were heading all the way out to the deep Richmond on … Continue reading
Driving Bay to Breakers
This weekend the City hosted its annual Bay to Breakers run. Bay to Breakers (B2B) is a 7 mile run through the heart of San Francisco. B2B starts from the east (bay) side of the City at the Embarcadero and … Continue reading