It is not what it is.
I am a woman that operates on rationality, simplicity, and
common sense. Thus, when people point out the obvious or masquerade their lack
of sense with faux profound statements like ‘it is what it is’ – I lose my
mind. I beat this personal tirade to death, I know. Approximately every three
months I sound off with excessive verbiage and colorful diction to make
apparent to known audiences my distaste for such a lackluster phrase or saying.
It is what it is. A candle is a candle. A bird is a bird. NOTHING IS BEING
SAID. But people are still saying this and they need to be stopped. A few
months ago I thought that I would just give up and embrace it. To stop unwanted
conversation, I would just say it. But yesterday while perusing TJ MAXX –
quality brands at discount prices – I saw this….
For quite a few minutes, my mind shut down due to the internal
brain furnace heating up. My cranium furnace was conjuring up quite a
distasteful retort that would offend George Carlin. But then I just took a
picture and walked away. Instead of putting my fist in this sign and making a
justified scene in TJ MAXX – I walked away. The brain furnace morphed into an
air conditioner in a matter of three remarkable seconds. Anti-climatic? Yes. Absolutely. But you get the point - it is inane that this was even created for sale.
Brooklyn Travels Pt. 3
Today Mike and I had a bit of an unusual day. We managed to
accomplish a lot without putting forth much physical effort. Once we
acknowledged our physical deficiencies – we set out for an evening walk around
Brooklyn.
Typically when Mike and I go for walks together we walk the
familiar path. But due to our short tempers and the simple fact that we are
both fed up with strollers, the privledged, and self-righteous – we headed
toward Fort Greene and Clinton Hill.
On our way to Fort Greene we sauntered by BAM. Oh, hey,
where’s Sarah?
Ha. You know, where is Waldo? Yeah, the red and
white-striped shirt bears remarkable resemblance to Waldo. I have been making
that crack at myself all day.
Anway… Onward we go. Mike and I ended up walking through a
lot of Clinton Hill. I am completely unfamiliar with that area and
extraordinarily impressed. The area is quiet, residential, cutting edge, and I
did not see one stroller!
We walked by the Pratt Institute. I had no idea where it was
located. I have just heard about it through random art people and television.
It looked pretty cool. I sort of wanted to hop the fence and take pictures of
the weird metal crap scattered about the open space. God bless art people – but
sometimes I just do not get it. It is what it is. J
So we ended up heading toward Bed-Stuy. For the past 4ish
years I have very limited exposure to Bed-Stuy. This my mental representation of Bed-Stuy involves
associations to faculty meetings and work so it is not always the most pleasant
of imagery. But I have to admit there are some awesome homes in Bed-Stuy. I
think I am a fan. Oh, and I saw this sign – so that makes it even better.
Once it started to get dark – we decided to head back. On
the way back we stumbled across this…
That would be the Barclay’s Center. Behind it is a phallic
building. I am not sure what year it was erected.
Until next time…
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