I wish I could have gotten a closer photo of this praying tooth with a halo, but he was hidden behind a fence. Aren’t you supposed to mingle with the unwashed, not hide behind a fence, Praying Tooth? Just because you’re hanging out with Jesus doesn’t mean I have to classify you as a good tooth.
Normally I am not a fan of the tooth with teeth that so many dentists seem to prefer as their mascot, so at first glance I was going to give the thumbs down to Sonrisa Dental’s little guy:
He’s cross-eyed, kind of grabby looking, his teeth are enormous and for some reason he has a red cross on his chest (or perhaps that is his chin). A cluttered, confusing mascot if ever I saw one. “Come on, Sonrisa Dental,” I thought. “Sonrisa is Spanish for ‘smile.’ Can’t you just show us a nice human smile?” Then I looked on the other side of the building.
There is a very fine tooth on Glendale Boulevard who appears to be an expert in latin dance.
I believe this move is called arrastre. Or is it gancho?
A block away there is a tooth who appears to be not such an expert; it seems he has broken his leg.
Keep practicing, tooth. You’ll be enjoying a merengue in no time.
Today we honor Saint Valentine, who was beaten and beheaded on February 14th for performing illegal marriages in third century Rome. Happy day of torture.
I would like to celebrate the day by expressing my gratitude for a number of failed loves. For one thing, if that handmade valentine with a drawing of a black widow had done its magic back in preschool, I could be married to a concrete salesman today. Really. I looked that guy up on the internet.
Beloved tooth photo by walknboston on Flickr
I really like my dentist. My dentist is an older lady who lets her poor little crippled dog sit on my lap during the examination if I want it to. One of the things that I like about my dentist, besides her poor little crippled dog, is her confounding wall art.
I guess at this point I should make the distinction that I like my dentist for having this wall art, but I do not like this wall art. And that is what is confounding about it. I do not even want to call this art. It seems so cheap and dumb, and it pisses me off that it’s so cheap and dumb and yet this guy is numbering the prints because they are a limited edition. Do the fact that this is pissing me off make it art? Confounding.
Anyway, this dentifrice panorama features:
- a raccoon
- a bear
- a bird
- a turtle (perhaps a tortoise?)
and this might lead one to believe that this will be some Pogo-esque biting satire. No. What this will be is just some more confounding crap. A tooth playing jump rope.
And this tooth has one tooth. If my teeth are going to have teeth, I want each of them to have a full set of teeth, not a single tooth. This is not a good advertisement for a dentist. Nor would it be a good advertisement for an optometrist, but that’s neither here nor there. We’re talking about dentists. And I like mine.
Look at this little tough guy.
At first I thought the line above his eyes was some sort of cocked eyebrow representation, like the tooth was saying, “Aw yeah, wiseguy?” Now I think it’s just supposed to indicate the indentation on the top of a molar. Either way, I think this is a good tooth.
Incidentally, this tooth is on the main sign for the dental office that was featured in the first post of this category – the tooth riddled with vicious accusations. That tooth, I’m either happy or sorry to say, has since been given a thorough cleaning, and his/her companion tooth has also been restored.
I would say Companion Tooth is smirking, but he/she doesn’t look as streetwise as the first tooth up top. Maybe Companion Tooth is just practicing the meditative half-smile.
I’ve noticed Dr. Teeth’s office before because it’s right down the hill from my house, but apart from the name, I never thought there was anything remarkable about it.
I know that normally my rule is that a tooth with teeth is a bad thing, but this guy is making me re-think everything.
The city of Uzamal Izamal, Mexico has a very large convent. There was some talk on a plaque at the convent about them having the second largest atrium in the world. I’m not sure about that, but there were some definite points of interest at the convent besides the very large atrium:
- they had a sundial,
- the walkway up to the convent was partially made of carved stones stolen from Mayan temples,
- there were some paintings of saints that had been recently uncovered around the huge atrium; at some point in the past, some yahoos painted over the saints with whitewash so they were hidden for a while
So that was Uzamal Izamal (! darnit). Apparently they are very fond of whitewash in the Yucatan, because somewhere between Valladolid and Ticul, I found another masterpiece in the midst of being covered up.