Blandly Positive/Reassuring Things I Say When I Don’t Want to Say What I Really Think
(especially useful at the office)
2. Yeah, I hear that.
3. I think you’re onto something there.
4. Sounds like a plan.
5. There’s something to be said for that.
6. I think it’s inherent to the process.
7. It’s not really you; these computers just aren’t configured correctly.
8. Word, negro. (“Charging Bull,” Bowling Green)
(in no particular order)
New York Post
English vocabuary book
Bible study guide
Six Days of War
Stuff printed off the web
Cult of Harvey (???) (Q Train – Brighton Local/Broadway Express)
Just in case a person really can die from eating six year old hummus and tabouli mix, I just wanna blog three last things: 1) I love you all very much, 2) I’m sorry I wasn’t the best son/brother/friend/boyfriend/cat owner I could have been, and 3) I always planned on putting the money back where I found it, honest.
I heart the BBQ at Biscuit, even though I’m sure my heart doesn’t heart it. The $8.90 half rack of ribs (includes two sides!) is just too delicious to stay away from. Did I mention the key lime pie is pretty good, too?
(Biscuit, 367 Flatbush Av, cash only)
I hope blogging doesn’t turn out to be the mullet of this century, because I still haven’t fully recovered from the one I had last century.
(Blue Chip Hair Salon/Mohan Jewlery, New St. Haircuts left, jewels right.)
A long time ago, my Mom told me that in Japan those gratuitous racy scenes on TV and in movies are called “customer service” (i.e., giving viewers what they want).
I’m fully aware that BKLYN Blggng hasn’t had much motherboro content lately, so I hereby offer a bit of customer service until I can get out and shoot some more Brooklyn scenes. I heard a rumor about a version of The Gates coming to Prospect Park that involved do-rags, so maybe I’ll wait for that.
(Brooklyn Bridge, from the Fulton Fish Market)