Things on the Train

Welcome to my morning commute.

I'm sure you're aware of the Japanese penchant for decorating things -- themselves included -- with random bits and phrases of random western languages, English being the language of choice. Being random, these fragments of language are mostly empty of any real meaning ("GET! For the most and always."). Like the Oracle at Delphi, however, occasionally a tidbit of wisdom appears.

This morning I caught a glance of a t-shirt calling out -- in the proper font -- Frutiger 66.

I think the Gods are trying to tell me to revisit my typeface selection.