Flying Spaghetti Monster takes over Baltimore
I’m back from a weekend at the family homestead in Baltimore, and as my mother and I were out for a walk along Falls Road and around about, we found ourselves face to face with the Flying Spaghetti Monster, in all his noodly glory. I don’t know what impresses me more: the seamless integration of the FSM’s iconography with bits of Baltimoreana ("believe" is the slogan of a local anti-drug campaign, much plastered all over the city, and "hon" is, of course, a central part of the vernacular), or the way the spaghetti is rendered three-dimensionally in tubing.
Then I had to explain the whole FSM phenomenon to my mom, who was a bit puzzled, but much amused.
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