I finally found some time to clean out the photos I take with my camera phone as I go about my days here in the Burgh.
1. Hey look! They got the Downtown [dum-dum-dum-DAHHHHHH!] Safe-tee Am-BASS-adorrrrrrrs! (that’s their official name) some bikes.
As you recall, their purpose is:
PDP’s Safety Ambassadors help make Downtown Pittsburgh feel safe and friendly for workers, visitors, and residents alike.
Which is funny, because just as these two dudes labored by me, panting heavily as they pedaled the huge incline that is Seventh Avenue, I thought, “Wow, suddenly I feel safer and friendlier! Look at the cute little pigeon. Here pigeon, pigeon, pigeon. Come to PittGirl.” Then I kicked it. Hard. Some things will NEVER change.
2. This men’s clothing store and dry cleaners really wants to see the Full Monty.
That’s a terrible shot from my SUV, but that sign says, “Drop your pants here.”
And they’re open on Sundays, it says. Which explains why I always see those naked people milling about after church.
They should put mirrors in there and then the next time when I snap this picture, you all can see PittGirl!
4. I know a lot of you CMU-ers absolutely hate this thing. I absolutely love it.
This piece sits on CMU’s (PARTY ALL THE TIME, BITCHES!) campus and is called “Walking to the Sky.”
Now THIS is art I can understand. It isn’t a red square on an orange circle that when I look at I am supposed to go, “Clearly this artist felt rage and anger over his childhood and is trying to tell me that his good side is winning out against the evil side in his internal struggle to come to terms with his drug addiction that he totally blames his mother for.”
It is a sculpture of people walking to the sky and it is called WALKING TO THE SKY! Awesome.
At the base of the piece are these statues of people looking up at it.
The second time I drove by the sculpture I was like “Hey, look! That Dad is there with his kid again!” and the third time I was all “Look! There they are again! And they’re wearing the same clothes they had on last time. His dad must work at CMU.”
I swear Burghers, it wasn’t until about the fifth time that I caught on that they were statues.
See, brunettes have blond moments, too.
5. And then here’s a picture of me. Oh, wait. Never mind.