SIGN OF THE TIMES

Well that about sums it up I guess.
It is now official. The Political Correctness Crowd has finally apexed and have seized the coveted "Holy Grail". They have wrest it from the bosom of  our final defense. 
Sadly, the once seemingly invincible and steadfastly loyal "KEEPERS OF THE COMMON SENSE" have fallen. The enemy has laid siege to their  most prized of purposes...Control and operational capacity of the PUBLIC UTILITIES COMMISSION, and more importantly THE SIGN MAKERS UNION.  
Logic and culpability have clearly gone on vacation.  
"THE VERBIAGE STORM TROOPERS AND MINIONS OF MAYHEM" have been given their marching orders and as such will  not  be held accountable for anything. 
All have been sworn in and, from what I have been lead to believe, made to pledge an oath to the reining faculty.

"PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY AT ALL COSTS"....is the new mantra.

Resistance was dealt with severely, and the conspirators were forced to attend counseling in a sweat lodge of their choice.
More extreme cases of defiance were sent overseas to an Ashram for an unspecified time.
Cold is the heart of the present day Do-Gooder

Lets analyze this thing for a moment shall we. 

FIRSTLY...MAY OR MAY NOT BE CLOSED. 
What can we learn from this? It would appear that the person or persons responsible for this public notification, are in fact in agreement about one thing. A road does indeed exist.
I shouldn't like to pick knits here but, I have two problems with this assessment. The signage and pylons are on the median and not the road, ergo of no value to the anal retentive public that is sure to take issue should a mishap, and god forbid, accident  occur. As well I believe the correct nomenclature for this type of paved surface is actually a Street.
 Possibly a Cul De Sac depending on whether or not there is an exit. I am confident this oversight is surely being addressed by the city engineers with the same zealous attention to detail and forethought as the original signage was.
As I scribe my own public notification of this blatantly absurd notice of the impending non-event happening at an, as yet to be disclosed time and location, I can only marvel at the effort to keep the public so covertly left in the dark.
Intentional, Nefarious, I leave that calculation entirely up to the conspiracy theorists out there in the hinterland of the macabre.

SECONDLY...ON OR ABOUT MAY 22/2012
Thank the Gods, Allah, Buddha, Jesus and the Dali Lama himself  that none of these creators of  confusion were ever allowed to keep the trains, planes and public transport systems running on time. I'm sure we all can attest to the reality, and with the absence of fear of conviction, that none of these modes of transport need any help in the inefficiency department. Horror stories abound in us all with regards to what one would consider to be a relatively simple enough task. Moving oneself from point "A" ..to the far to often elusive point.. "B" 
The larger problem here as I see it, is the obvious lack of respect that advances perilously close to disdain for the inhabitants of  the ROAD, STREET, AVENUE, CUL DE SAC, it claims to be warning them about. Or as in this case a non-warning with the possibility of  a forthcoming operational theater in the form of some kind of labor.
But hold onto your burros here. Upon further perusal it would seemed I have erred in this evaluation.
At no time is the word "WORK" or anything remotely close to that verb ever mentioned.
Hmmm......Conspiracy theorists... You now have Carte' Blanche.
Why indeed must the street be closed???

THIRDLY...APPROX. 3 WEEKS 
Three weeks....Why Three??..Why not Six?? or Five?? Since were approximating anyway, why not just use the vocabulary of the present day skate boarder...."WHENEVER DUDE"
In my estimation, they (the skateboarders) will probably be the only ones affected anyway.

Perhaps that is the true lesson here after all. Perhaps we should all just chill. It's all good.
Perhaps this attention to detail is merely a manifestation of  my own neurosis.
Perhaps there is nothing more sinister going on here then just a lethargic, lackadaisical attitude toward  an already, on the verge of a breakdown, over regulated society. Perhaps this is indeed, exactly what the doctor ordered. Civil disobedience in the form of passive aggressive signage. 
Let's all do our part than shall we. The next time we feel the need to text, phone, e-mail, or otherwise annoy someone you think actually cares what your doing every four minutes, feel free to preface it by simply saying....I DON'T GIVE A DAMN 


 

JOY

So what is this thing we call joy. Websters defines it as a feeling of great pleasure and happiness...I am sorry Mr. Webster, but you have forced my hand. That pathetic excuse for a description, is at best uninspired, and at worst devoid of any joy. It simply will not stand. I realize your hands are tied with regards to the politically correct crowd, and your efforts to remain impartial so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of the professional objectionist rank and file are front and center, but, "COME ON".

Even the Generation Xer's, with whom I take great exception, with regards to the the premeditated assassination of the English language, could have come up with something more inspirational than that..."DUDE...THAT CHICK IS TOTALLY RIGHTEOUS ". In this the particular instance, I'm sorry Webster but, "totally righteous" would be the the nomenclature I would default to...DUDE YOU SO BLEW IT.

So what is this thing???Well if I may be so presumptuous as to respond to my own non-rhetorical question, it is different things to different peoples. Aren't I smart...I bet you didn't know that. I think in this case. with relevance to the photos, it is indeed, when your chops are poppin, and your cuttin wood.

I was told by a pedal steel player once, that if you can stop the waitress, and she's got her tray by her side, and she is just listening to the band, you can pick up your pay and go home.
Of course later that night he collapsed on top of his own instrument, and had to be carried offstage, I believe the analysis still stands.

Being a working musician at different times of the year, I can tell tell, from the young lady's expression, that she has indeed found her grove. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, you better suck it up. It might not come back for awhile. I have, on occasion have had this feeling when I've played with my small band, when you just start running on all eight cylinders, or in our case five, and all the tiresome practicing, and practices, and all the gigs you worked for less money than it took to drive to the venue , all seem worthwhile . Kinda joyous in fact.
They say that Myles Davis would, at certain times during a performance, actually turn his back to the audience, and just play with the band. When asked his answer was always the same ..."I need to feel the sound hit me in the stomach. Then I'll know what to play"... Gutsy stuff, but I get it.
Myles's chops popped, and he made me feel something, and as such, and no matter where he stood on a stage, as a performing artist, he earned his pay.

So Dear MR. Webster, the next time you you revise your little booklet, feel free to use my photos when you need to explain that particular word. It is, I hope, without fear of reprisal, so much more significant.