I've got a stack of Post-its and a Sharpie,

and I'm on a mission to re-postrophe New York City.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

arrogance rarely equals intelligence

I was recently on vacation in the Bahamas, and I encountered a man who had a tattoo on his chest that was missing an apostrophe.  I debated how to approach him for a photograph for too long, and he unfortunately vanished before I could immortalize him on this blog.

However, it reminded me of something I noticed while watching the Superbowl, and I had to verify that what I remembered was in fact, true.

Seriously Andrew Quarless?  I mean, your tremendous muscles can actually fit a measly apostrophe if you so desired.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

everybody except the printing company, that is.

This awning was discovered on Rivington late one night in the LES.

Cute sentiment, but misguided as well as mis-apostrophed.

if let's = let us, is this an invitation to nail us? nice.

It was a gross, rainy day and I had to trudge all the way to Queens to do my taxes.  Generally, I try to limit my boroughs to two, so luckily I was rewarded by Emma for my excessive travel through the depths of the city the second I emerged from the subway.

...and upon closer look, it was even more glorious.  This was definitely one of those times I really wished white girl could jump.