Two shrines on the wall at a Vietnamese restaurant … which one imparts the more important lesson?

I know a lot of what I publish in this blog is cryptic, idiosyncratic, an inside joke. Sorry not sorry for that. I like that kind of thing.

This little whiteboard was in the window of a construction site — well after Christmas — and even I found it to be especially mysterious.

– Hey I saw this shop for lease down in Newmarket. It would be perfect for your shop. And the agent is my friend Ken. You should call him.

– Cool, i will. Ken who?

– Right! Do you know him? He’s so great.

– I don’t know. What’s his last name?

– Hu.

– Ken, the agent.

– Like I said, Ken Hu!

– You said he’s your friend.

– …

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.

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.

I had to look at the other side of the sign to figure this out… paint!