RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER

SOLUTION!

This is a small and interesting city. On Saturday night I was at a friend’s show at an overpriced dive at Frankford and Columbus Blvd. I stepped outside to get some air and started talking to a friend who was also enjoying the crisp autumn night. We walked across the street to an abandoned shack in a vacant lot and continued our conversation about some such shit. He noticed the sign on the shack and we both stood and stared at it. I was utterly fascinated by the thing.

Over the course of the night I kept showing the sign to my friends, asking for an explanation. None came. It being interesting and a great backdrop, I took some photos. The next day, after sobering up I hoped to make sense of it. I went back and looked at the shots only to discover that the sign was still seemingly fucking crazy. I posted a shot of it on the front page. Although I usually reserve the front page for my haute, choice shots and this is a drunken, handheld, noisy as hell mess of a photo, you can only really read the bizarre sign if it’s more than 800 pixels wide. Click here for the large version.

Otherwise, the sign reads:

BEATS ME I’m not Talking to you PORK our own seasoning/Tender and Juicy! NOBODY is watching the children

Was this the work of a crazy person? What was sold here? Who owned it? Pork? Then, today I asked a colleague and found out that the sign, along with 16 others are the work of my place of employment… the Mural Arts Program. So now I feel a little stupid about the whole thing, it being a project carried out by the organization I work for.

But anyway, to read more about the pretty interesting project, click here. For photos of the murals, click here. That’s all for now.