Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Thursday, 17 December 2009
Sign of the Times
This sign, now on its last legs, is still extant (and still being ignored) at the entrance to an alley in a local village. Doesn't look much like the HuziSuzi MFS50X9 MoFokka Firebreatha favoured by today's local youths.
I like the way these symbols are meant to be comprehensible by anyone, irrespective of nationality or language. And yet they're not in fact international because there are these little local variations. And so we snatch local distinctiveness from the jaws of rampant globalization. As it were.
This sign, now on its last legs, is still extant (and still being ignored) at the entrance to an alley in a local village. Doesn't look much like the HuziSuzi MFS50X9 MoFokka Firebreatha favoured by today's local youths.
6 comments:
Looks like an Elefant to me.
Looks like the rider lost his legs in a previous accident to me.
That is a rather strange graphic.
Yes. Legless - as they all are in those parts....
Took the words from my mouth, Toby.
I like the way these symbols are meant to be comprehensible by anyone, irrespective of nationality or language. And yet they're not in fact international because there are these little local variations. And so we snatch local distinctiveness from the jaws of rampant globalization. As it were.
Philip, Pseud's Corner awaits
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