Monday, June 4, 2007

Signs of the times

I do know that it’s quite cheap and not particularly sophisticated to take photos of signs in foreign countries and then laugh at them. That knowledge does not incite forbearance. After all, I could be devoting vast amounts of space to typographical errors in menus or somesuch and justifying it on the grounds that I grandiloquently theorised typographical error in my PhD.

Be cool. Be a waterfall here. Be a waterfall girded by some fierce and fiendish rocks. These rocks be sloshed and rocked by the waters of ages. Be watch out, smartypants white girl, or you be slip down into the abyss.
The poetics of international sign language. A potentially quite gruesome scenario is depicted here. If the jungle catches fire, watch out, ye conductors of motorised vehicles, because deer will flee the blazing shelter and obstruct your passage. And yet, this sign is quite beautiful, the sort of gentle whimsy that might make its way onto a threadless T-shirt. I’m still ropable that some scoundrel swiped my favourite threadless t-shirt from the washing line of my building. So much so that I have to post the image here.

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