Thursday, February 4, 2010


It seems that this has shaped up to be a week about signs ... whatever way that means. For the past few months, when walking along Venice Boulevard, every so often a new crop of signs show up on posts advertising a Handyman. Each time I've seen one, it's always a beautiful picture, and always somewhat sensitive. My favorite was an intricately drawn fish, sort of Asian design-y, and this was the one I saw today:

And a ways up the block, another one:

The word "Handyman" and the number (#310.821.2508) is always just scrawled on with a pen, too faint to show up on camera, really. I can't vouch for him (I'm guessing it's a him with the word HandyMAN?) being good at even just hammering stuff, but I'd be the person that would call him up just because I like his style. And his initiative. If you need services of a handy nature before I do, let me know how it goes. I'm curious.

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