My Poor Brain

Every once in a while, when I'm reading a sign, I read the wrong words. And not just a little wrong, either. Once I read a sign which said:

COFFEE AND DONUT 35¢

as:

CHEESE AND DOUCHE 35¢

that was one hell of a double-take. But not as much as when I passed Nomad this morning and saw a lovely neon sign reading:

BABY PIERCING

Luckily, I was able to stay on the bike.

Market St. Bike Lane Rally

The rally at Market and Octavia this morning, to protest the MTA's plan to eliminate the bike lane, was quite a party! It ended with the lane being (temporarily) painted neon-green -- a quick prototype of the improvements that should be used to address the problems with illegal right-turners.

There's full coverage on the SFBC Market & Octavia page.

I ride in this lane every day. If they turn this into a merge-with-auto-traffic lane, it's obvious that the illegal right turn problems will simply get worse. I'll end up crossing Octavia somewhere else. Which is probably exactly what the MTA wants.

Carson Kressley He Ain't

Market Street, 8 a.m.. An extremely thin young man, wearing a peacoat and leather jeans, with stylishly mussed-and-gelled tinted hair, is having an argument via cell phone.

"I want to make you into a work of art, but you just want to look like everyone else!"

I wonder briefly whether he's hairdresser, an interior decorator, a wedding planner, or a coutourier, before deciding it doesn't matter.

Won't Her Kids be Surprised

Seen near La Boulange on Cole.