Stuck on You

A stack of gaffer's tape at Kris Swift's studio, ready for action. Photo courtesy Kris Swift.

What do you get when you combine a Capital Metro bus stop, a neighborhood-loving soul, and a dose of the kind of creativity for which Austin has become famous?

Ride routes 103, 338 or 484 tomorrow to see the answer unveiled at a bus stop on route (hint #1: near Whole Foods). The surprise (hint #2: see the picture at right) is courtesy of  local artist Kris Swift and our Adopt-a-Stop program.

I know you will smile when you spot the colorful surprise. I hope it makes your day. Snap and tweet a photo of it so your friends can smile, too. Use the hashtag #adoptastop.

Raúl Valdez Mural Unveiling

"Do it for the Children" by Raúl Valdez, 2010.

The next time you’re visiting Capital Metro’s headquarters on East 5th Street, mosey around to the east side entrance and enjoy a new art installation by local artist Raúl Valdez, “Do it for the Children.”

Capital Metro President/CEO Linda S. Watson, city of Austin Medical Director Dr. Philip Huang and artist Raúl Valdez unveiled the mural in a ceremony yesterday.   Check out all the photos from the unveiling and the installation on flickr.

The 7-foot by 12-foot mural was commissioned as a gift to Capital Metro employees and the community, and it transforms an outdoor break area formerly used mainly for smoke breaks. You may recall this past summer, Capital Metro became a tobacco-free workplace and began an initiative to create tobacco-free transit facilities for the health and safety of employees and our riders. (Capital Metro continues the implementation of tobacco free transit facilities on Jan. 16, when several park & rides and transit centers will go tobacco-free.) Continue reading “Raúl Valdez Mural Unveiling”


Yesterday I came across a fun blog by one of our riders, Jessica, who has adopted a Capital Metro bus stop through the Adopt-a-Stop program. I thought you might enjoy it, too, quoted behind the cut in its entirety.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I love cigarette butts
Little things make me happy, and cigarette butts are pretty darn tiny. Actually, I think cigarette butts are one of the vilest creations on earth, they drive me up the wall, their putrid stench lingers, and they seem to be asexually reproducing, but fighting back against them makes me smile.

Yesterday was a great day for karma building (and I didn’t even plan it that way, it just happened which should get me bonus karma points…but then I’ve probably had a few deducted for bragging about it…sigh). After work I cycled (note: didn’t drive) to the library to return a dvd (note: checked out instead of bought).

Then I went back to work to store by bike, grabbed my yoga gear and a book, and strode off to “my” bus stop (note: not driving AGAIN). “My” because I’ve officially adopted it through Capital Metro’s Adopt-a-Stop program and the trash can proudly bears a sign with my name on it. So there I was on the side of South Congress picking up cigarette butts by the handful, with cars whizzing by wondering why this normal looking girl was groveling on the ground, and it struck me that I’m happy. Nobody will notice that for one afternoon this particular bus stop was cigarette butt free, it’s a pretty slim chance that anyone will notice my example and pickup a butt on their own or not put it there in the first place, but I don’t care. I saw something was wrong, I took action, and when my bus pulled up and I wiggled my way onboard I left a clean bus stop behind.

And the afternoon kept getting better. There was a gaggle of flustered looking ballerinas on board, and one of them whispered to the other one that none of them knew where to get off. I overheard, asked her where she was going, and told them exactly which bus stop to get off at.

After a relaxing yoga class I headed back to the office, grabbed by bike, cycled over to Barton Springs to meet John for a run. While I was waiting I noticed lots of bottles/cans in the trash cans RIGHT next to the recycling bins. Brushing bees aside I bravely picked them off the top of the can and put them in their rightful place. John’s always late, so I made it to 7 or 8 trash cans and saved dozens of misdirected recyclables from an unfitting end by the time he came for our run. My efforts were duly noted and John’s going to take a bag with him to his next meeting since he’s always been dismayed by the amount of recyclables his colleagues throw in the trash but never stood up to offer them another option.

And karma paid off, I got to end my day with a relaxing 3 mile run, good conversation, swim in Barton Springs, and bus ride home where I got to read instead of worrying about traffic.

Three cheers for cigarette butts! …now where did I put that hand sanitizer?