You can smell the smell of it

I read this from an AP news article about the oil spill in the Gulf:

"You can smell the smell of it."

Some unintentional wisdom right there, don't you think? It sure reminds me of the same kind of unintentional brilliance in Errol Morris' Gates of Heaven, specifically this clip below:



On an unrelated note...

I went on a photo binge today. Walked from Market to Van Ness, then bused to Masonic, Irving & 25th, then back to my pad. Along the way, about 240 photos were snapped. I think I should forget about ever shooting with my OM-1, because at the rate my camera shutter clicks, I'll be broke before I get to develop a single roll of film.

While I had some interesting photos, nothing fascinated me more than the typography of bus stops on the side walk here. See for yourself if these are cryptic alien codes or not! They sure don't look like Ma's letters to me!