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Friday, June 30, 2006

Today's Playlist

Cranes: Particles & Waves
The Innocence Mission: Glow
The Concretes: The Concretes
R.E.M.: Lifes Rich Pageant
Robert Pollard: From A Compound Eye

Car Pool Log: 2006 06-30

Got a ride from Hansel Honda this morning (see CPL: 2006 06-12). The car was missing the heavy smoking smell that it once had. There were three of us waiting for a car, when the Honda arrived. I had to ask the Driver if he wouldn’t mind taking someone else. I sat in the back, my first time as Third Passenger. Second Passenger proceeded to read her book, Front-Seat Passenger watched the traffic with his bag on his lap. Driver was wearing a bracelet on his left hand; it appeared plastic with something that looked like bone or barley and a piece that appeared to be amber. It was next to a larger, gold watch. We listened to the radio, 98.1, briefly but it was all commercials. Driver turned off the radio and we rode in silence for the rest of the trip across the bay.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Car Pool Log: 2006 06-29

Gray pick-up truck, covered back with painting supplies; ladders, blankets, paint cans. Just myself and the Driver today. Classical 102.1 KDFC on the radio. In the cubby between our seats was an old Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet stuffed toy, some elastic bands, a calculator. The passenger side mirror was broken on the right side. It was a quiet ride. He told me he was crossing Market and onto California. I told him to just drop me off at Howard. I said thank you upon getting out of the truck and he told me to have a good day, like being dropped off at school. The dashboard was littered in various parking permits for parking garages and such.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Today's Playlist

Broadcast: Tender Buttons
Catatonia: So Incomplete It Hurts
Blake Babies: God Bless The Blake Babies
Robert Pollard: From A Compound Eye

Car Pool Log: 2006 06-27

Silver Mercedes-Benz; gray interior, wood paneling. Sat in the front seat again. Dirty tissue below the radio, a cellphone charger plugged into the cigarette lighter. Leaf debris on the carpet, white powder-like substance on the ledge by the passenger side window. Listened to KQED; journalist discussing his experiences in Somalia. He had left just before a Swedish journalist was murdered near where he was staying. Traffic moved quickly; that inbetween state where accidents are bound to happen. One car tried moving into lines of traffic in front of the toll from the car pool lane. The fog hovered over Treasure Island like a crown of cotton.