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Sunday, 14 June 2015


Something very Neil Gaiman-esque about that Mike. Very enjoyable.

"Next time I should consider returning to the landward side of the Bay via San Jose."

Yup….or take BART.

Yes, SF traffic has hit the "I can't live here" stage. It went from slow to dead stop about 2 years ago.

That's why I take BART when I visit the Bay Area.

"I passed car models long out of style with the bleached skeletons of San Francisco drivers festooned fantastically in grotesque positions on the rotting drivers' seats. "

Oakland isn't ready THAT bad, but you have got to admit that it's cool how old cars never die of rust in California.

I lived in the Bay Area in the early 1950s before the freeways thru SF were built and traffic was not so hectic. I often traveled by bicycle between SF and Berkeley via the SF/Oakland ferry.
I no longer have that bicycle, but I still have the Zeiss Super Ikonta B that I bought at Brooks Camera Shop.

Oh wait, the jam was on the SF end of the bridge?
Yeah that's sort of a mess there with all the construction.
But in the afternoon, to go from daily city to Oakland I have three words "San Mateo Bridge", I mean really.

But really, Bay Area traffic is so bad that the traffic can back up to my moms farm near Tracy 80 miles to the east at 6:00 in the morning.

Your reminder on the Clichés exercise you had proposed made me look to see if I have examples of the worst Clichés. Here they are: http://photo.net/photodb/slideshow?folder_id=1081367

It seems they’r working on a bicycle path along Bay Bridge. Maybe next time you can gently pedal to your friend Ctein, and wave at all the silly car-people.

In the Bay Area, you know that the traffic is really bad when the ordinarily remarkably patient Siri starts to ask plaintively whether we're there yet.

One way to pass time when stuck in traffic is to listen to e-books, staged e.g. in mythical lands east of California, featuring cars moving at wondrous velocities like 70mph on freeways — that is, essentially, escapist science fiction.

Rumor has it that the astute Elon Musk will start offering in California a "sunroof" option — a solar panel integrated in the car's roof — whose 150-watt output would be sufficient to provide the average kinetic energy of a 2.3-ton Tesla Model S in Bay Area traffic...

Entertaining to read your take on the traffic in SF, and the comments from others about it. My one trip to SF last summer and I found the driving to be a very enjoyable experience: well-behaved drivers, good signs, flowing highways. But then again, I spent 10 years living in the Netherlands, and the last 6 in Manila (where the traffic is slow, even when it's light & flowing).

Loved your observations on Bay Area traffic, especially the bit about Kierkegaard. I sit in that Bay Bridge mess once a week or more. Last year, to make my drive time more useful, I got a subscription to audible.com. The first book I listened to was "The Denial of Death" by Ernest Becker. It was stuffed full of Kierkegaard quotes. You'd think a book that summarizes existential philosophy concerning the inevitability of death would be the worst traffic jam listen, but it was oddly comforting.

Perhaps the traffic jam was due to the Attack of the Goats:


I mentioned a few posts back that the traffic in the Bay Area was abominable. The two best solutions I've figured out for it, other than BART, are either splitting lanes on a motorcycle, or an ultralight.

Still, it was cool you were able to get out here.

I saw a "plane tip" photograph recently that made me think of your cliché post. The difference with this particular photograph was that it showed the arc of the International Space Station as it travelled just above the horizon and "over" the wingtip. I wish that I could find the link now to illustrate it.

So, is that one or two clichés in the photograph? One for the wingtip, and another for a "star trail"?

A funny read! Keep up the good work.

Dear Bahi,

Y'know, when John Camp proposed that little writing exercise of ours, I reminded him that I don't write fiction. Never even had an inclination to try. His response was “Ctein, you won't have to. Just write what you know.” The results speak for themselves.

The preceding might be true. It might not. If I tell you that all fiction writers are liars, should you believe me?

The Castle photograph is interesting because when I made that photograph I had no idea that it was one of the most photographed castles in the world, that it's hugely famous. For me it was simply about the way the fog and the green landscape integrated it into its surroundings, something the original architect very clearly understood when he designed it. (That's something that impressed me about most of the Scottish castles I saw–– practical/military considerations aside (and of little interest to me), they were designed with a very good eye for how they would fit into the environment they were situated in.)

Later on when I started to look for photographs of that castle online, I hit nothing but overly dramatic renditions that made it look more like a Disneyland set than a part of the landscape that it was clearly meant to be connected to.

The preceding is true. No maybes about it.

pax \ Ctein
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I was in San Francisco in 1992 - or at least on a day trip up from San Jose where I was working at the time. It was cloudless and 95F in San Jose when I set off, in a tee shirt, and a foggy 60F in San Francisco. I had to find a place to buy a sweatshirt. I still have it somewhere.

Luckily the weather improved mid afternoon and I was treated to the sight of the Golden Gate poking out of the fog as it lifted. Quite an awe inspiring city.

I still managed to get stuck on the Bay Bridge, in my convertible (rental). I was inching along when another convertible pulled up alongside with a very cute blonde in it. We started chatting and ended up stopping for dinner in Berkeley and hanging out for the weekend.

Beats the hell out of Kierkegaard.

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