Artists

San Francisco is filled with people who fancy themselves artistic. Beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder, but one thing is nearly universal -- artists inability to describe or talk about their art in a way that isn't a bunch of bloated nonsense. Most artists would be much better off in letting the art speak for itself. Here's a great example:

Like Artaud's Theater of Cruelty, this piece implicates the viewer into a mediated world of attraction and repulsion, with moments so loaded with the symbolic that they destroy meaning altogether.

MUNI puny

Earlier this week, at the entry gate to the MUNI station, there were two security guards standing around talking, and no one in the booth to exchange token tickets for passes. So I let myself in. Of course, the security guard yells at me for not paying -- when I was unable to redeem my token ticket because there was no attendant. (when there is no attendant, you give your pass to the driver on the train).

Typical MUNIficence -- no one replacing the booth attendant who's on break, but two security guards to yell at people who are unable to do anything since there's no attendant.

Many MUNI drivers are heroes, a few are slovenly hazards, but overall, the system is a shining example of what obstinate, overprotective unions and out of touch, unimaginative managers can create. For distances of up to a mile, walking is often faster.