For many people, the car represents masculinity. For me, a car can probably represent two things, among a few others: art, and a way to travel. A car for me does not represent masculinity. In fact, I do not know how many of the major things in my car work. I do not like car magazines, nor do I prefer to obsess with cars. Same thing with cameras. I like cameras a lot, though my love for camera starts only around the picture arena. I personally do not care if a camera has 1 megapixel or 18 megapixels. If the picture that comes out is good, or if I can take a good picture, I am so happy that I start focusing on photographic dreams.

Observation, on the other hand, can be an obsession that results in a liking. And this car is no different. My best friend Katie has a lot of interest in things like color, and I myself seem to have started appreciating it more after having married Katie. Living a life where we both do things together, the way we did as best friends, there seem to be very few, yet distinct, situations where I realize, or have to, that we are married and thus we are doing something or going through something. I like that concept a lot.

So what does that have to do with this car? Many things. First, Katie and I are both reflected in this picture, even though I thought I was taking a picture that may probably show me more than her. Second, focusing on a color concept seems to be a very important thing in many pictures. Colourlovers.com is a site that Katie loves. Looking at the colors outside in the world, I can get a small feeling as to why she and millions of other people do.

Long time ago, Ford created cars with only one color: black. Henry Ford, while a visionary in terms of car production time frames, was a narrow minded industrialist who thought that people would only want the colors that he would produce: black. Well, when demand increases and so does competition, a good sales person, a good stereotypical sales person to be precise, can change his or her own words. And back when female sales people were probably not to be found anywhere in the car industry, Henry Ford’s company decided to introduce cars in more colors. Not only that, many believe that Henry Ford shared similar views with Hitler when it came to the Jews. In 1920, it has been said that Ford told a New York World reporter:

The international financiers are behind all war. They are what is called the International Jew — German Jews, French Jews, English Jews, American Jews. I believe that in all these countries except our own the Jewish financier is supreme… Here, the Jew is a threat.

So here is a Ford F1. What year? I do not know. What model? Hmm, an F1? What specifications? 4 tires, 2 doors, 1 back hatch, and windows. What colors? Ohh, red, white, black, silver, and maybe a color or two more. Oh, and some green. Even if Ford did not want it.

What is it about Elmo that excites you? Nothing. In my case at least. It is probably SpongeBob that excites me more. Way more. That is like saying exciting excites me. The trains also excite me. I think. BART excites me. Except when I feel I am about to be eaten by creepy people.

So here I met Elmo. Hi Elmo! On the Bay Area Rapid Transit [BART] train to San Francisco. What a happy personality he has! This is the Bay Area, so the destinations are aplenty. Or more than the turns on Sesame Street. The Bay Area Rapid Transit [BART] will take you to San Francisco. And to Richmond. And to Berkeley. And also back to where I boarded this train: Pleasant Hill.

Where is Elmo going? Oh who knows. Or who cares. In an area where many things happen, Elmo could be going to eat Thai food. Or meet his gay lover. Or become the new spokesperson for the National Rifle Association. Or he may be on the train simply to meet me and be featured on my site. Not sure. Many people react differently to the strange things happening on trains. I wonder if I was being ignored by others on this day, because of taking pictures of a red creature who needed to hold onto the seat in order to look at me sitting in the seat behind him.

Maybe they were scared of being eaten by the creepy Elmo and his photographer.

When? Taken July 6th, 2009, at 4:20pm. Somewhere between Pleasant Hill and San Francisco on BART, probably around Orinda. I don’t remember: I was busy thinking of more pictures.

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Pork pork pork pork pork.

There once was a filthy little pig,
Little piggy started to love the filth,
In filth he lived & slept & played,
filth filth filth filth filth.

The little pig got visitors,
in form of human touristers,
little pig got touched a lot that day,
touch touch touch touch touch.

Little pig asked other animals,
about indecent animal touching,
other animals just laughed at pig,
ha ha ha ha ha.

Other animals told the little pig,
of other things happening to pigs,
touching, getting butchered, and rotting in fridge,
tor ture tor ture tor ture.

While many people loved many pigs,
and kept them as pets and professed love for them,
many people hacked and ate them,
food food food food food.

So little pig thought and thought some more,
he thought till he could think no more,
he found a way to keep humans away,
awaay awaaaaaay awaaaay.

The little pig started rolling in mud,
and rolling in crap & under the doctor’s hut,
even the rolled in factory toxic dumplands and melted nuts,
illness illness illness.

Next day more and more touchy humans came,
all they wanted was to touch for a photo frame,
and one little girl kissed the filthy pig,
eww eww eww eww ewww.

The rest, as they say, is history,
though for the little pig was a mystery,
how people started dying far away,
how how how how how.

Little girl had kissed mommy shoo shoo shoo,
mommy then kissed hubby boo yoohoo,
both parents kissed the smelly son good night,
sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep tight.

The son ran out the next idiotic day,
and kissed many girls that he met at the bay,
and soon it all spread like pigs,
perv perv perv perv perv.

Poor people died left and right,
and little pig’s morale was like an Irish “shite”,
little pig realized his filthiness,
oww eww oww eww owww.

Little pig became very silent,
and kept to himself for many weekends,
he avoided thinking of human beings,
om om om om nom.

While half of the world was panicking,
the other half of the world was frolicking,
Not everyone wanted to hate the pigs,
love thy pig thy pig.

So the little pig dressed up to go to America,
dressed up as a man dressed up as a pig,
little pig went to San Francisco,
hippie pig yippeee kaaaa yaaay.

There little pig was so damningly surprised,
to see no flu masks and no deadly skies,
it wasn’t like what the bastard tv newsman said,
die die tv newsman die.

Less than 1 in 5 thousand had a flu mask,
and even with the cheap Walmart mask they had fun and all,
everyone was living a pigsy life,
walk fun walk fun walk walk.

So the little pig saw happy humans and became happy at it all,
realizing he hadn’t severely traumatized them all,
people still had faith in the skies and the mud,
roll the sky in mud.

So the little pig got ready to go back,
back to his mud filled crappy outback stack,
he wanted to roll in the muddy mud,
roll roll roll roll roll.

As he thought of starting journey back home,
his porky heart leapt like thousand hyper gnomes,
he saw a truck dedicated to loving his existence,
“Pork Love Doesn’t Stop For Swine Flu”.

As the little pig started heading to the airport,
he smelled something and thought “Oh is that my neighbor the oldie goat?”,
he was shocked at seeing people eating fellow pig Mr. Oats,
the horror ohhh ohh horror!

That night little pig got back to his house,
he rolled in the mud confused like a trout,
he was happy to be back and happy to not know,
“Distract me so I forget!” yelled little pig to the neighbor boar.

For little pig thought he should be ashamed,
for causing the decay of human beings,
but humans kill for fun and food,
what to do what to do what to do.

Little pig made a little hopeful wish to the heavens at night,
“Please don’t allow anyone to die all right?”,
With that little pig became happy felt sleepy and went to bed.
pork pork sleep dear pork.

—Taken at 340 Post St, San Francisco, CA 94102 by the Williams-Sonoma store, on June 1st, 2009 at 5:02pm.

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