Interesting Signage

I have been photographing interesting signage I’ve been seeing. This is a very inaudible part of our lives, but I found some pretty interesting ones nonetheless.

The 2010 World Series baseball champions, the San Fransisco Giants covet their terrifying, bearded pitcher, Brian Wilson.

In Mexican culture, buying bread (below the sign) for one’s dead relatives and putting them on the alter is something done on the day of the dead, November 1st.

At the botanical gardens in Balboa Park, San Deigo. The sign was under a pitcher plant, a carnivorous plant.

Souvenir on a submarine museum in San Diego.

This was not a comforting sight while riding public transit in San Diego.

Hard to make out in this photo of a menu in a bar in Chapel Hill, but the “Sloppy Tots” were as tasty as they sound. (Tater Tots with sloppy joe toppings and ‘American’ cheese).

Being specific about gender on the job.

Note the specific restriction against guns at the Rocky Mount Public Library. Made me feel very Canadian.

The ulu has been adopted in early 20th Century candy making! (See plaque below.

Burbon Street in New Orleans was all about quantity of beer.

See above.

Beside Jackson Square in New Orleans, although between the busking bands, horses and traffic, the area was not so quiet. As well, when the church bells rang, they could be heard for blocks and blocks. I thought of Murray Schaefer’s point that cultures have sounds associated with their divinities, and those sounds are never considered ‘too loud’ or ‘unpleasant’, or at least nothing is ever done to quiet them even if they are loud or unpleasant. (He follows my culture’s path of worship from the church bells to the sounds of warfare to the cacophony of machines to the incessant hum of vehicles.)

Carnival fare at the Gretna Heritage festival.

Outside the Superdome in New Orleans. I would place football up beside the military and the automobile in terms of American obsession.

New American lingo: to boot.

Raticide warnings in the New York subway.

Fight sodium in a bagel shop in Greenwich, Connecticut.

Warnings not to stand in New York. This sign is in every city I’ve been to in the US.

This is just corny. Of course people reading it won’t have an oxygen tank with them.

Rabies warnings in Central Park. If the rabid squirrels and the subway rats ever got together, it’d be the end of us.

More warnings against fun things to do.

A fallout shelter sign on a brick apartment building in Brooklyn, New York. I was told it was from the ’50s, but you never know when you’ll need a fallout shelter.

I think it was for people who were afraid to eat out because of food safety reasons, but it’s a phobia I had not heard of.

Kind of hard to make out, but this City Cab declares the little-known Right to Arrive Downton.

The ABCD University High School in Boston.

A restaurant in Boston.

A lesser known bit of Boston’s history.

In the mist and the fog…

A gravestone from the 1700s in Cobb’s Hill Cemetary in Boston showing a skull with wings.

And they do. Washington DC.

Basically no fun. Washington DC.

A sign on an inner city school in Washinton DC.

Alphabetic art in Washington DC.

Sounds like a good deal. Washington DC.

Does this blurrily epitomize America? “Where your love of the outdoors meets your love of recliners” (Amtrak promo).