Moments Preceding The Coinage Of Famous Aphorisms

“Great news, sir,” said the mechanic. “There’s nothing wrong with your car!”

“But I came all the way here,” said the man.

“Yes, that’s true,” said the mechanic. “You sure did. Tell you what: why don’t I just take some tools, mess around under the hood, and see what happens.”

“Sounds great,” said the man.


“Eight. Nine. Ten. And eleven,” said the chicken farmer. “That’s eleven eggs we’ve got here.”

“Great,” said his partner. “I’ll go ahead and update the business plan to reflect that we have eleven more egg-producing chickens on the way, and get a new loan accordingly.”

“That’s an excellent idea,” said the chicken farmer. “Eleven eggs means eleven more chickens. There is simply no other outcome I can foresee.”


“Still nothing?” said the woman as she arrived to work the nighttime surveillance shift.

“Take a look,” said the man who worked days, handing over the binoculars.

The woman searched until she found the window. Through it she could see directly into the kitchen, straight to the stove. The pot sat there, full of water, not a single bubble rising to surface.

“One of these days we’re gonna catch the damned thing,” said the man. “One of these days, I swear.”

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“What happened to the display cake?” the baker asked, returning from lunch.

“Define ‘display cake,’” said the baker’s assistant, wiping frosting from the corner of his mouth.

Mantra Mania by Tobias Fonseca

When Brazilian artist Tobe Fonseca designs a shirt that says, “Fight for the things you love,” it’s not some just some empty, motivational slogan. It’s the story of his artistic career. He spent a bunch of years trapped in a job he didn’t feel particularly passionate about, before doing just what his shirt suggests: he fought for the thing he loved. Which is to make art. He quit his job, got his own studio in São Francisco de Paula, got a bunch of rad designs onto Threadless, and now he’s a full-time freelance illustrator. That’s really cool if you ask us. And you know what else it is? Hard as heck, so we sure hope he follows the advice of the other design and takes a few breaks now and then.

For more of Tobe’s stuff, be sure to check out his website.

Moments Preceding The Coinage Of Famous Aphorisms

“Great news, sir,” said the mechanic. “There’s nothing wrong with your car!”

“But I came all the way here,” said the man.

“Yes, that’s true,” said the mechanic. “You sure did. Tell you what: why don’t I just take some tools, mess around under the hood, and see what happens.”

“Sounds great,” said the man.


“Eight. Nine. Ten. And eleven,” said the chicken farmer. “That’s eleven eggs we’ve got here.”

“Great,” said his partner. “I’ll go ahead and update the business plan to reflect that we have eleven more egg-producing chickens on the way, and get a new loan accordingly.”

“That’s an excellent idea,” said the chicken farmer. “Eleven eggs means eleven more chickens. There is simply no other outcome I can foresee.”


“Still nothing?” said the woman as she arrived to work the nighttime surveillance shift.

“Take a look,” said the man who worked days, handing over the binoculars.

The woman searched until she found the window. Through it she could see directly into the kitchen, straight to the stove. The pot sat there, full of water, not a single bubble rising to surface.

“One of these days we’re gonna catch the damned thing,” said the man. “One of these days, I swear.”

__

“What happened to the display cake?” the baker asked, returning from lunch.

“Define ‘display cake,’” said the baker’s assistant, wiping frosting from the corner of his mouth.