BART is politely saying that you can’t drink beer on the train.
See guys? This is what we’re trying to not do. You see a tourist and you help them. But to be honest, most of the time I see someone with a camera and try to figure out if they’re a flickr friend or a tumblr friend or neighbor. It’s unfortunate that a camera around the neck or pressed to the eye is an indicator of a tourist–where I come from, a camera means you’re keenly tuned into your environs. Or, you just spotted something that cannot be explained.
It’s the 21st century: a camera is reportage, street photography, a challenge. To say that a camera is alone the tool of the tourist is provincialism.
After sitting in with the sea lions of The Wharf I came to two conclusions: one, that sea lions do not possess language, and two, my eight-to-twelve hours of observation would have been much improved with a thermos of the Buena Vista’s excellent Irish Coffee.
sitting under the statue of Simon Bolivar has replaced the Meditation Center (hare-rama) people. He is playing the Nirvana songbook. I don’t know if this is an improvement or not.
which is a little disappointing, but I guess SFMOMA already did a butcher event so whatevs.