It's in the Trash Can

As I went to throw my paper towel away in the women's restroom in the Huber Arts Center, I was a bit taken aback by a sign on the trash can. It read, NO BABIES. I was shocked; my sensibilities were offended. On another sign I saw someone had scrawled 'distasteful' underneath it, to which someone had responded, 'art'. Hmmmm, I think posted words on trash cans are pushing the definition of art.

...and if I think about it, art is new, art is uncomfortable, and art is unable to be bound by transient boundaries.

...and if I think about it, poking fun at throwing away babies is inappropriate in it's own right.

I haven't really decided whether I think the sign is classified as art and therefore important social commentary, or rather blatant, unsavory, juvenile words. One way or the other, it got me thinking.

Then I decided to take a photo of it in the bathroom, so I could blog about it. Gosh, I'm glad no one saw me do that. That would have been weird.

Bits and Pieces

I remember walking to my tube stop in London one day with my friend (who didn't read much English so he couldn't appreciate this) and we passed a guy taking a snapshot of a sign. He looked over at us sheepishly, and I was like, what is going on? I looked at what he is taking a picture of, and the sign quite literally read, "No Begging. Fine: £200" How funny is that? I wish I had gotten a picture of it.

Unrelatedly, I heard a funny thing this week, said by another student in my fiction writing class. "Well, the story wasn't dry, so I guess that makes it moist. No... I guess that wouldn't make it moist." For some reason, that seemed pretty funny to me at the time.