International Highway Sign Makeover

How would you design a traffic/ road sign? All the elements of sign design you never thought of, come into play when you really start planning a better road sign.

The idea isn’t new. I’ve saved screen captures from the Wayback Machine from the older site (below). Glad to see someone else has taken up the idea and kept it going on another site. I’m linking there first so people can see what’s new and contribute ideas of their own.

I used to send possible highway route signs to the owner of The Great International Highway makeover website, Mr. R. V. Droz, a while back. Well I found out recently that his email link at his website is inoperable. Rats. I hope it’ll work well in the future.

Source: International Highway Makeover 2

From the old site, by Robert V. Droz.

Highway route markers have gotten boring over time. In the 1940’s, there were many varied shapes and colors. Many governments opted for the MUTCD default (circles) or plain blank squares. The justification for those sparse designs is that they provide for increased number visibility and easy recognition. True enough, but nothing says you can’t design a useful sign that’s graphically attractive. Linked below are many examples of potential re-designs.











Barrie in the Ontario Highway 11 Blog

The following is my comment on the post about Barrie, on the site about places along Highway 11 in Ontario.

I think your review of Barrie was good. I’ve been here about 10 years now. I grew up in Port Union, Ontario, before it became Scarborough, and after. Barrie is pretty suburban still. Downtown Barrie still has a lot of bars and drinking night life. The box malls and shopping in general didn’t get into downtown Barrie, just the outskirts. It helps keep traffic from being completely locked up during weekends when there are people out shopping and even more people navigating the cottage highway. There is a new mall going up not far from where I am. It will be right at the highway turn off for Duckworth, where the hospital and Georgian College are. The two lane bridge which ran under the highway is being done over. A big project but it has been needed for a long time. Living in Barrie I especially like being on the lake and actually seeing it. I grew up on Lake Ontario and I have missed having a big lake nearby – it was one of the reasons I picked Barrie. Last note, for anyone traveling to Barrie in the winter, it does get colder here as we are at least a couple of snow belts up from the weather in the GTA.

Source: Barrie | Ontario Highway 11 Blog

Nice idea for a blog/ site. If you are along the highway have a look at your town.

There are Days When…

Getting back to this personal blog again. Which means I will need to fix it. I have a bunch of broken links from the last time I moved things on my web host. I should also give it a change from the Spring daisy look, considering how much snow there is outside today.

But, today I already have a fairly good work load and don’t feel like doing much other than hiding indoors taking care of myself. I’ve got one of those shingle things again. Making me feel all over yucky and my eye is sore. I really need to get out to deliver paperwork and buy milk at the grocery store. I wish it was a short trip to one spot for both. But no. That would be too nice.

I am trying to think how I can accomplish everything in one place anyway, cheating in a kind of, sort of, way. I could mail the paperwork though it would arrive late. I could skip getting a coffee while I am out (though I have not had a bite of anything all day and I am getting hungry even though I don’t feel like eating). I could just go to the grocery store which is right on the bus route. If I rush the shopping I can meet the bus as it comes back on the next lap of the route and then I don’t need to pay an extra bus fare to get home.

But, it’s cold outside and I’d have to rush into my coat and boots to catch the bus now. Well, really, I have about 15 minutes, give or take due to snow and ice on the roads. So, really I do have enough time to catch the bus. I should stop being such a lemming and get out there and do it. I’m not even standing up yet though.

There are days when having a personal slave sounds like a really good idea.

An Old Woman of the Roads

An Old Woman of the Roads
Padraic Colum

Oh, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped-up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delft,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delft!

Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there’s never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house- a house of my own-
Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way.

Why Do Onions Not Like Me?

Onions come in so many different things. Sometimes I forget to think about them. But onions just don’t like me. I can get away with a very minimal amount of onion-ness but more than that and I am not going to be happy, sometimes I’m even really sick. It’s unfair when onions are in so many of the things I like.

It is very cold here today. I woke up early cause I’m expecting a phone call or an in-person visit. Not sure which. As cold as it is I think he will just phone. It’s a friend of my brother’s who was a painter when we were in our 20’s but he went on to become an accountant, a real one too. All fussy and rule abiding. Almost like a person from another planet. He has been doing my taxes for awhile, has had the paperwork for over a year but now with a bit of bugging I think it is going to get done.

Even though it’s really cold and ice is falling off of very tall buildings to the extent that several roads are being closed, I want to get out of here today. No plans, no destination and no spending money. I just don’t want to stay here underground another day. I want light, open air where there are no spindly spiders and wood louses. I’m not sure if I will get outside and turn around and come back cause it really is bitterly cold (they say so on the radio). But I am going to make the effort. Not quite yet but soon after I hear from the accountant guy.

Your Road Not Taken

I posted this to Skye’s blog post about regrets.

I think you can’t afford to have regrets. It makes you put time into looking back and analysizing things that are already history and can not be changed. Just look forward and do your best each day: personally, on the job and for yourself too. What better can you do? Don’t try to be perfect, only robots are perfect and not even they are error free. Be yourself and look forward to all the good things still to come ahead in your life. Don’t be afraid or intimidated to look up and smile at people too. If you can smile at a few people everyday and do your best, what will you possibly have to regret? One road not taken means you did take another road, you’re still traveling. Don’t stop for looking back and regrets.

Regrets don’t bother me. But, sometimes the road not taken theory does bug me. Not that I regret or especially think about the roads I have taken. I think about all the roads, endless streams of choices not made. Think of one choice/ road which would have led to other roads and choices which you never even knew about. Roads in the future, even more than roads in the past. After all, the past is gone and can’t be changed. What about the future, where there are so many endless roads and choices.

Decorate your Soul

Comes The Dawn

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that loving doesn’t mean leaning
and company isn’t security.
(Kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.)

After a while you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain
and the inevitable has a way of crumbling in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you stand too long in one place.

So, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure,
that you really do have worth.
You learn that with every good-bye comes the dawn.

By Judith B. Evans

Money Clutter

Money. I hate money, or the lack of it. There are more places for this pay cheque to go than there is money. It’s not fair to work this hard and still not have enough to do more than pay bills for stuff I don’t even want half that much. Insurance is such a scam. But that’s just the start. I pay taxes and the roads still hugely suck in this town. I hate even driving on them, I can hear the car groaning each time we hit a new pot hole or cross the same demented train tracks, again.

Someone won the big lottery jackpot in Ontario yesterday. What a big change that would bring to your life. I always think of what I would do first. But, what would you do as the money started leaking away and you began to realize just how much you had given, frittered away? Then, to know that you would end up right back where you started from. Just a lot more clutter.