WPC: SIGNS

OF THE TIMES …

Dammit—for the past two weeks I’ve been happily snapping signs to make a post (eeek~!) and now I’m beaten to the draw. ‘Twas ever thus— so here y’ go:

Screen Shot 2014-10-04 at 8.06.47I got this wee beast over the main doorway to a local American-style edifice.

What caught my eye was (if you look closely) the apparent fuzz along the lintels—fine wires set in stone, to keep the pigeons off. Those wires are found all over some of the more financially capable buildings in town, and nary a poop to be seen so something unobviously works …

Our friendly local Inst of Tech advertises itself far and wide as ‘Zero Fees’ (which I just don’t understand). Certainly it seems prosperous enough, students come from all over the world and as students are notoriously impecunious there must be some truth in it—

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—but like the great noted cynic says “there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch” so I guess it’s the good ol’ kiwi taxpayer that funds it, somehow … (more shots from here soon, the campus is quite large and impressive in a small-town-cosy sort of way).

AND NOW FOR AN OLD

friend who’s moved location. Elvis carving, I don’t really know the proprietor who has still got the same affable manner, huge doberdog (a pussycat really) and work ethic that screams out for emulation—

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—and it’s probably him that pays for the education of so many overseas students and our own studential party life. ‘Twas ever thus.

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This one (above) I’ve driven, walked, hurried, ambled and strolled by so many times I just had to include it. Never been in there although the folks tip a friendly nod and a cheery smile whenever they see me (or are they laughing? Bugger, must smarten self up a bit) …

Then around the corner, go north, cross highways and byways and stuff then stroll along a bit to where you’ll see a school. Right in the entrance-way there’s this wee symbiotic pair of signs—

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—which could be taken literally by anyone who reads signs as an exhortation to contraception?

Interestingly enough, when I was young such signs had the little boy leading an even littler girl by the hand. I believe the Women’s Lip people got it changed in the interest of sexual equality … so the sign in its present form is also a ‘belittling propaganda’, and should be further ‘improved’?

To really make it ‘gender neutral’ (eeek!) they should double the image from two folks to four (and reverse one half of it with a wee gap between)?

PERHAPS THE WHOLE THING

can drive a guy to drink—or a seal to seek an honest living. This guy (below) is eternally busy, spinning that beer can on the tip of his nose. Beak. Snout, muzzle, whatever it is that seals have …

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—he’s certainly a patient wee bugger. Bigger than me, too, that image has deceptive perspective. I’d have dropped that can, opened it, scuppered the contents and gone back to sea ages ago myself but he’s got a steady job and is in for the long haul, I guess.

A sign of the times, maybe?

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NIL DISASTERANDUM

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2 thoughts on “WPC: SIGNS

  1. I’ve just spotted your beloved Tui on that there can carefully balanced upon, by now, probably achy snout. East India Pale Ale. It was originally called Pale (pronounced Palay), as you may well know being an old sea-dog an’all, and would have been a mix of malt beer, water, citrus rind and other lovely spices just to keep the scurve away. I bet the Sage knows a thing or two about it too.
    I once channelled an old sea dog who told me all about it and other such seafaring delights. Upon which I then did some research, knowing very little about sailors and their habits during the 17-1800s. Funnily enough, much of my info checked out. Who would know? My favourite was a story he told me about an old tea-clipper landing at London Docks, and the superstitions about what kind of bird was perched atop the mast. If it was a white dove, apparently trade would go well and the men would get paid. If there was a raven however, it denoted that trade would be bad, and that things would go awry. Thus, not so good, because you might end up losing pay, and worst still be relieved of duties. I’ll have to see if I can dig it out as I wrote it down while being told these tales. I even drew several sketches of the old bugger, and tried to research his name in various censususesss….s..i. I did come up with a couple of possible matches. Thinking about it, it might just for a good post…

    Nice shots btw. I especially like the shot of the wooden chap and his motorbike, and the way he, it and the sign are reflected in the exceptionally clean-looking window. The tones of the road/pedestrian signs is particularly pleasing to my eyes, very nicely balanced composition. I’m liking the irony of it too. 🙂

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