Sorry, I had every intention of starting this when I got home but ended up getting distracted. Originally I wanted to finish the chapter I started on the bus ride home, then I started reading the next, and then I unintentionally skimmed through the rest of book. This nasty habit started when I was first learning how to read. I would get a little bored, and probably a tad frustrated, with what I was currently reading and start to skim ahead to see what was going to happen next. Sure it ruins twists a bit but I intrigue myself enough that I need to go back and see what that journey is. I think that's part of why I enjoy playing around with this blog, I want to try and find that journey behind the sticker. How it made it's way to that particular sign, what the possible reasoning behind it could be, how the sticker plays with it's environment and your expectations. Each sticker is the final chapter and now I'm going back to figure out how I got there.
I know I've mentioned before how I love finding stickers that play off their surroundings, ones that really utilize the space. I think the best ones are the ones that are kind of cheesy word plays. Stop signs that ask you to stop in the name of love or to end some political movement. Trash cans that promote throwing away more than just litter. When I found this sign over in Bloomfield, I couldn't help but chuckle. Obviously the sign is meant to deter drivers from being a nuisance. This part of the neighborhood is pretty compact, so any frustrated driver honking their horn is going to be heard by everyone. But while the sign is going for an official, lofty sound, the sticker just boils it down to it's simplest form. An idea that pretty much everyone can relate to. It's not every day you see "Don't be a Dick" on a sign and even fewer times where it works so well. I can't say I've seen this sticker elsewhere, so it doesn't immediately seem to be an artist's or activist's statement, just someone trying to reinforce common courtesy. I don't really have much to say about the second sticker on the sign. The shrink of the rails doesn't seem to be anything immediately recognizable, at least I didn't pull anything up in google. If I had to guess I'd say it's a statement about the decline of the railroad industry, I know kind of obvious. It's that use of the childhood train that intrigues me though. Even though trains aren't as heavily used today in public transportation, the train is still a classic element of growing up. I know my siblings and I had a couple of sets and my cousins who are over 10 years younger than I am also had some that they played with. Despite the fact many of us have rarely ridden on a train, or really even see that many anymore, the train remains an essential part of our society and how we connect with it.
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Maggie Ondrey
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