Two handwritten signs, each intriguing and disturbing in its own way. Above, the Moonies offer a path to enlightenment (but it probably only works if your true self believes what they tell you to). Below, a glimpse into the problems lurking in leafy privileged suburbia. 
One alleyway, three flavours of wisdom.
The Asian grocery store has a whole section of slimming teas, and one sliming tea just in case that’s of interest.
This bizarre screed appeared on walls and telephone poles around the neighborhood recently. As far as I can tell, there’s no actual call to action, it’s just a bunch of vaguely scary words. But I wanted to be reasonably sure about that, so I actually read the whole thing. Thus the title of this post.
There’s a guy in Brattleboro who marches back and forth in front of the Post Office every day carrying signs that are eerily similar… obviously the mind control (fluoride? power lines? aliens?) works all over the world.
There’s a thing that floats around the Internet about words that don’t exist but should. Here’s my entry: catapostrope, the tragic misuse of punctuation.
I was pretty excited when I found this particular corner on a recent walk… it’s actually the intersection of Vermont St. and John St.
But the signage was incomplete, as is often the case here.
