lost in translation part two

"we really gotta come up with a name for our restaurant."

"the chicago-americana themed one?"

"yeah."

"how about... oh, what's the name of that shithole mega-highway?"

"you mean the one that cuts through and helped create the southside slums?"

"yes!  that one!  it's perfect!"

lost in translation

i visited one of the largest malls in hong kong, called festival walk. at first glance, it was exactly the same as an american mall, right down to the store brands. however, we did a little work and started to find some real jewels, like the one below.

we were at a clothing store, the coolest, most local that we could find, a chinese h&m. i spotted a shirt on the wall. it was a hip shirt, with a hip american college on it. what college did they pick, the college among colleges, the classic american college to represent the pinnacle of our celebrated university system?

central fucking michigan university.

poultry training

you know you're in china when subway signs warn against bringing live chickens on the train. runner up is the warning against spitting in the train. the signs do work, the MTR is london tube clean, shames the MTA and CTA.