Image of the Day: Pareidolia

Images of the Day: Slip & Shudder

I’ve seen this local sign’s message pop-up over the years, and finally took the time to snap a photo of it. What most likely started out as a problem getting the 8" plastic letters to stay in their narrow track, has been cleverly turned to their advertising advantage. A simple, low-tech, but effective medium to promote their business.

The other side of the sign driving out of town.

Image of the Day: Do Not Block

I found it humorous that this sign was blocked by another gate.

Image of the Day: No Dumping

Taken near Baltimore’s Riverside Park

Image of the Day: Domino Sugar

Taken near Baltimore’s Riverside Park and Inner Harbor

Fine Dining Sign Language

seen on boingboing
“Here’s a guide to the specialized sign language used by the Maitre D’ and staff at NYC’s Eleven Madison Park restaurant; there’s also a set of traffic rules to keep things moving smoothly…”
See more of the signs here.

Image of the Day: “Cat No Allowe”

This handmade sign in Millheim cracked us up on a recent Sunday afternoon. We get this impression that rather than crosshairs, it is supposed to be the international no symbol. Love the fact that the cat has three legs, and that they ran out of room when writing the sign. What is the story behind this rather young person’s request? 

Image of the Day: HighVoltage

1930s London Zoo Sign Writer

Looks like he painted a mean ampersand!

via buzzfeed
See more photos of Pauline Locke’s grandfather working at the London Zoo in the 1930s, here. He is using a Mahl stick!

Hobo Type

via letterology
“This written language for hobos was a system of symbols developed as a code to help them cope with a difficult lifestyle. Hobo signage was often written with chalk or coal and might include directions, information and warnings such as a dangerous dog or the homeowner has a gun. Three diagonal lines signified it was not a safe place, the cross indicated angel food, which was food served to hobos after a sermon, two shovels indicated work available and a cross with a smiley face with one corner meant the doctor was willing to treat hobos for free.

In 1889 at the National Hobo Convention, the Tourist Union #63 adopted a concrete set of sixteen ethical by-laws to govern the Nation-wide Hobo Body. Oh what a wonderful world it would be if we all lived by this Hobo Code…”
Read the rest here.

PRINtNG

via letterology


Sign of the times. Photo by Dave van Hulsteyn, titled Palm Tree, San Bernadino.

Walking versus running

via bobulate

“It was 9AM and too early to be walking there on a Sunday. Walking down Central Park West in a satisfied way, the way you do when you’ve finished something, when much of a city is still asleep, when it’s too early for blocking the box or street cleaners, and pigeons are still meandering, and sound and light rise like hot symphonies from the grates.

But that didn’t stop the looking. People, out to get a part of that morning — catching the best of it before the rest of us use it up. Looking. Some who passed gave an odd once-over. Unusual.

What makes one suddenly noticeable? What makes something suddenly stand out?

Grabbing the pole on the train home, regarding the stares of now others who joined, I looked down. Bronze medal and ribbon around my neck and still holding token wilty carnation, I was in running gear. Covered in awards that every runner gets decked out with when she finishes a mini race around the park.

The difference between other runners and me: I forgot to remove these before leaving.”

Read the rest of Liz Danzico’s post here. As Miles contently slept on my lap this morning, I really enjoyed reading this post which reminded me so much of my wonderful wife.