Posts Tagged ‘irony’

I was going to join Jo on her Monday walk today, but after getting back home late Thursday night, working Friday  followed by Bible study, relaxing a bit Saturday, then church and work today. I’m beat; ready for bed, but wanting to get a Monday post out.

I thought you might enjoy this photo of an unusual tree trunk.  The local park service cut down this tree at our nearby pond, but I’ve never seen a design like this before.  I find it fascinating, and ironic, that it looks so much like a leaf.  I hope it brings a smile to your face and a joyful start to your week.

Now off to bed.   Ahhh!

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I hadn’t been into “the city” (Chicago) for many months, but as the Art Institute was showing the Van Gogh’s Bedrooms exhibit and I had a free pass, I decided to make the trip.  Fortunately, we live in a suburb with a metra train line that goes right to Union Station and my husband, now working mostly from home, could drop me off, as parking near the station is difficult.

I chose to leave early, even though I’d arrive in the city with several hours in hand. If I went later, instead of a half hour trip, I’d be on the milk run train, stopping in every suburb between here and Chicago and consuming one and a half hours.  I’d already scoped out a bakery/coffee shop that sounded good and was more or less along the mile or so walk between station and Art Institute, so I went early, Kindle and camera in my bag.

Walking slowly in the crowd of disembarked commuters, I was brought to internal laughter by the irony of bright, cheerful ads for Colorado.  We were in the semi-gloom of a station in the midst of the third most populated city in the US and there were the pristine mountains and streams of the West.  I filled my soul with numerous looks as everyone trudged for the doorway.

The final irony was this decorated set of stairs leading up and out into the canyonlands of not Colorado, but Chicago.

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Dwarfed in the urban canyons.

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Today, I’m in the eastern urban canyons of Philadelphia.  Enjoy your weekend!

 

No, I’m not getting married again.  This is a little something I penned while sitting at a coffee shop in Pasadena earlier this summer, enjoying the ironies of the day (as well as the tea.)

I’m having tea in a large city in a majorly major metropolitan area, having arrived by bicycle in a car-driven society.  I carried in a plastic bag something old (school), a magazine, as well as a notebook (paper kind), in which I’m writing by hand with a pen, and a Kindle with which to also read, as well as a smart (most of the time) phone to use for messages and camera.  I think I’ve spanned more than a few decades!

What old school things do you still embrace in this era of technology?

Irony

Posted: September 25, 2014 in Humor
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Irony:  a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.

Spotted in Chicago on a recent trip, this sign had me whipping out my phone and enjoying a good laugh.  The juxtaposition of these two signs was quite ironic.

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All the driving I’m doing affords me many hours to look at things. There are all sorts of interesting things out there, plenty disturbing or distressing things (mostly driver-related), and a certain number of humorous or ironic ( though not by design) things.  I see a variety of signs–exit signs, advertisements, speed limit signs, the dreaded “Road work ahead” signs, and other signs.  Most are plebian but there are a few that stand out, for one reason or another.  These are a few of the most recent ones that made me smile…and contemplate their real meaning, real or unintended.

Not sure how that male arm got there, but…

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Someone who called in to a talk show the other day said he worked with the criminally insane in Washington, D.C.  That should keep him working forever! (more…)

My parents’ house is filled with paintings, prints, saddles, spurs, Indian pottery, and bronzes/sculptures, mostly western in theme. Being there is like living in a homey art museum, where you can sidle up to a black bear mounted on a base (which I’d love to have wired to growl when someone opens the door, ala “FX”), rub your hand lightly down the back of a full-sized wolf at the edge of the dining room, or admire a snow-white Arctic fox, while not being at all cold.

This year they decided to give each of the children, each of their spouses, and the four grandchildren a bronze or sculpture, something that person especially liked and would eventually get. Our younger daughter, the artist and good at figure drawing, for some unknown reason has always liked the bronze called “A Pair of 44’s”. The “44’s” refer obviously to the young woman’s choice of handgun, in holsters on a gun belt around her waist in best Western fashion, and, also obviously, to the size of her chest, only partially covered by her tiny vest. Not a typical child’s choice, but one our daughter has stuck with for all these years.

This sculpture was in the office of my parents’ house in an eclectic collection of art, one piece of which was a painting of Jesus on the opposite wall. Our younger daughter said that the way Jesus’ eyes were facing made it look as though He were averting them from “A Pair of 44’s”, an unintended irony and source of much amusement to all of us.
Now, the woman stands on the left end of the mantel of our rental home, while on the right, a stern-faced stone statue of an Indian brave (my husband’s gift), looks resolutely (stonily??) straight ahead, his gaze avoiding her, the shameless white woman. She, twisted in the opposite direction, glances over her shoulder flirtatiously, (possibly wondering why, besides missing a shirt under that west, she forgot to don jeans beneath her chaps and wishing we’d turn up the heat a bit), not glancing his way either. We didn’t deliberately set them that way; it’s just how they ended up, an accidental comment on what? Morality? Society that way it “used to was”, as we sometimes like to say? Or, perchance, just another unintended irony. But definitely a daily opportunity for a smile!!