Remember when the manicule told me to go to the SAT TEASE DANCE CLUB AT 10 PM? Well, I sure did- and a good time was had by all, thanks to the manicule!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Har-manicule!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The manicule likes good music
Dear Reader,
I was rummaging around in my car today when I came across the song listing for a special mixtape that I received this summer. And guess what? The page contained a manicule, or what was "supposed to be a pointing hand".
What the manicule meant, of course, was that I needed to listen to the mixtape. Which I promptly did!
I was rummaging around in my car today when I came across the song listing for a special mixtape that I received this summer. And guess what? The page contained a manicule, or what was "supposed to be a pointing hand".
What the manicule meant, of course, was that I needed to listen to the mixtape. Which I promptly did!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
An evening of manicules
Dear Reader,
Tonight I went out to meet some friends for drinks. In the parking lot, I saw a beautiful manicule pointing in the opposite direction I was headed. Of course I followed it.
I could eat this manicule for breakfast. Yum!
Tonight I went out to meet some friends for drinks. In the parking lot, I saw a beautiful manicule pointing in the opposite direction I was headed. Of course I followed it.
I could eat this manicule for breakfast. Yum!
Trying my best to do the "sidewalk" to the theatre.
Luckily, I sidewalked to a sidewalk that was very well lit.
Friday, November 27, 2009
The manicule I could not follow
Dear Reader,
I hope that you had a safe and happy Thanksgiving. My dear friend Erika sent me this photo yesterday, and as I examined it I found a manicule! My mind raced as I tried to think of a way to travel back in time to follow it, but I decided that I should be spending the holiday with my loved ones rather than attempting such an unlikely feat. This taught me a valuable lesson- sometimes you just have to let the past go to enjoy the present.
I hope that you had a safe and happy Thanksgiving. My dear friend Erika sent me this photo yesterday, and as I examined it I found a manicule! My mind raced as I tried to think of a way to travel back in time to follow it, but I decided that I should be spending the holiday with my loved ones rather than attempting such an unlikely feat. This taught me a valuable lesson- sometimes you just have to let the past go to enjoy the present.
Friday, November 20, 2009
The manicule makes me try strange and delicious new things
Dear Reader,
I recently found myself at Noah's sub shop in Marion, Indiana. I was on my way out the door when I received this sign:
Well, if you say so... how about an arsenic and old lace milkshake?
I recently found myself at Noah's sub shop in Marion, Indiana. I was on my way out the door when I received this sign:
Well, if you say so... how about an arsenic and old lace milkshake?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Some of my best friends are (the aim of) manicules
Dear Reader,
The other day I went to visit my good friend and good neighbor Elizabeth. Elizabeth has introduced me to many manicules, herself being a printer, graphic designer, and type-aholic. And what did I find when she greeted me at the door???
She had this shirt made at a designer's convention, where there was a gentleman who would print a number of different symbols and type on anything. She did say she felt a little guilty for not picking a shirt up for me, but I'm just glad that it exists in my neighborhood.
The other day I went to visit my good friend and good neighbor Elizabeth. Elizabeth has introduced me to many manicules, herself being a printer, graphic designer, and type-aholic. And what did I find when she greeted me at the door???
She had this shirt made at a designer's convention, where there was a gentleman who would print a number of different symbols and type on anything. She did say she felt a little guilty for not picking a shirt up for me, but I'm just glad that it exists in my neighborhood.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The manicule brings me lunch
Dear Reader,
Today was a very important day in the history of this blog. This day is probably second in importance only to the day I actually created it, which was Sunday. I followed my first manicule.
I was at work, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I realized that I was very hungry. It was 2 P.M. and time for lunch. I reached into the folder of menus we keep in the break room, and lo and behold, like a sign from heaven, I saw this manicule:
It was then that I knew that Jimmy John's is what I must have for lunch. So I ordered a vito with hot peppers and extra Italian vinaigrette. And freaky fast, it was delivered to me. Just look at this amazing sandwich!
Today was a very important day in the history of this blog. This day is probably second in importance only to the day I actually created it, which was Sunday. I followed my first manicule.
I was at work, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I realized that I was very hungry. It was 2 P.M. and time for lunch. I reached into the folder of menus we keep in the break room, and lo and behold, like a sign from heaven, I saw this manicule:
It was then that I knew that Jimmy John's is what I must have for lunch. So I ordered a vito with hot peppers and extra Italian vinaigrette. And freaky fast, it was delivered to me. Just look at this amazing sandwich!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The journey begins
Dear reader,
Thank you for stopping by to visit. My interest in the manicule was sparked several years ago when I recieved an old print set for Christmas containing a stamp of the symbol. Since then it has only increased, even resulting in the original manicule stamp tattooed on my body for the rest of my life. I am now ready to take my love of the pointing hand to the next level, by following every one I meet to wherever it may take me.
Almost everything that I love to do is going to give me carpal tunnel or arthritis in my fingers. In fulfilling my own goals and desires, I am also ruining the means by which they are achieved. One of my greatest visual joys is seeing hands pointing the way in books and on signage. The human hand is a very meaningful symbol, and to me the beauty of the manicule lies in the fact that a simple line or arrow would have sufficed. Nevertheless, homage is paid to humanity's most powerful tool with every pointing fist.
If you would like to learn more about the history of this wonderful symbol, I would recommend reading Toward a History of the Manicule by William H. Sherman> http://tinyurl.com/manicule
Who knows where the almighty manicule will lead me? I will do my part to answer every index with my feet, devour every mutton-fist with my mind, and capture every pointing hand with a camera. You, dear reader, will have to check back soon and often as I chronicle the journey.
With love,
Laura
Thank you for stopping by to visit. My interest in the manicule was sparked several years ago when I recieved an old print set for Christmas containing a stamp of the symbol. Since then it has only increased, even resulting in the original manicule stamp tattooed on my body for the rest of my life. I am now ready to take my love of the pointing hand to the next level, by following every one I meet to wherever it may take me.
Almost everything that I love to do is going to give me carpal tunnel or arthritis in my fingers. In fulfilling my own goals and desires, I am also ruining the means by which they are achieved. One of my greatest visual joys is seeing hands pointing the way in books and on signage. The human hand is a very meaningful symbol, and to me the beauty of the manicule lies in the fact that a simple line or arrow would have sufficed. Nevertheless, homage is paid to humanity's most powerful tool with every pointing fist.
If you would like to learn more about the history of this wonderful symbol, I would recommend reading Toward a History of the Manicule by William H. Sherman> http://tinyurl.com/manicule
Who knows where the almighty manicule will lead me? I will do my part to answer every index with my feet, devour every mutton-fist with my mind, and capture every pointing hand with a camera. You, dear reader, will have to check back soon and often as I chronicle the journey.
With love,
Laura
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