Sea Air Smells Good, Too
15 March 2000
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Sea Air Smells Good, Too
15 March 2000
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9:40 PM: Hey now, that wasn't so bad. This dentist is a very nice guy. One of those I-state friendly types. Iowa, Indiana, Illinois, Ireland, Iroquois, Idunno. Told me what he was going to do about 60,000 times. Not too focused, but very concerned about being reassuring which I appreciate. Digital X-rays! No film development, they just show up bang on the PC. To a softly muttered "wow" in my case. And he wasn't marveling at the tech. At the yech more like it.
Anyways, I got a temporary filling of the laser-bonded ceramic that I knew was better from when I got it over 10 years ago dammit, and I have to go back in a month or so to start getting a crown, if I'm lucky; a root canal if I'm not. So root canal it is, then. Fun.
This was my first trip on the new extension of the F line, which runs vintage streetcars from Milan and St. Louis and all kinds of foreign places, and now goes on up the Embarcadero along the Bay to Fisherman's Wharf. Probably the first time I'd ever even been to that neighborhood; certainly the first time in a long, long while. I don't get to North Beach or Fisherman's Wharf all that much. It's far away, I don't know anyone who lives there, it's kind of a pain to get to by bus (or at least it used to be), and it's full of snooty white people. I can just go hang out in the Mission if I want to see them. Hah.
The streetcar ride is cool. I just don't get it. I mean, what is it? Just a plain old trolley car. Nothing fancy. But tourists love them, and even we jaded old farts who live here think they're peachy. Now then - do tourists come to see freeways? No they do not. Do tourists line up to ride the Muni Metro? Not willingly. So, you would think, an obvious lesson about the value of good design, as well as that of public transportation, no?
No. Because do you see the new cars & buses that the city buys? The big boxes that squeal and lurch? The ones that are not on the streets in large numbers, replacing old smelly diesels with cool new fuel-celled powered coaches?
Dorks.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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