Whenever I start thinking about whether or not I should keep blogging, I run across something like this on the street.
And I wonder, would I even notice this if I did not have a journal that covets the eccentric confined within the ordinary?
Mexico is filled with all sorts of kitsch like this. Just think of the objects held sacred that end up on tea towels -- let alone some religious visitation on a tortilla.
But, why not barbecue pig parts over a pig grill. After all, Los Angeles made a name for itself with novelty architecture.
If you look in the window, you can see the first candidate for roasting standing in the waiting line ready to jump on the grill -- just like a shmoo.
I really need to ask how much it costs. And then this little piggy can come home from the market.
