Nobody wins with jaywalking

Long story short: Atlanta police officer inadvertently runs over pedestrian, killing him.  Family up in arms, accuses officer of speeding.  Caveat: pedestrian was jaywalking when it occurred.

What we have here is a scenario where nobody wins.  Pedestrian obviously loses, because he’s now dead.  Family loses, because they can point their fingers all the way, but a police officer isn’t going to get more than a slap on the wrist because he ran over a guy that was breaking the law, regardless of how innocuous jaywalking seems.  And frankly, the police officer himself is going to lose, because accidental or not, he’s got blood on his hands, and has to live with it for the rest of his life.

But the fact is, I’m most definitely pro-police in this debate.  Jaywalking might seem harmless, and I’m not going to pretend like I don’t capitalize on a deserted road when I have them to cross, but on that same token, I’d be on the side of the driver that ran me over if I were run over while I was jaywalking.  It’s still illegal and it’s still done at your own risk, with nobody but yourself to blame if you get hit while doing it.

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Expectations versus Waffle House

Impetus: Atlanta-area Waffle House getting a 60 on sanitation score makes the news.

Yes, we’re all very aware of the importance of sanitation scores in general, but this is also Waffle House we’re talking about.  Everyone who’s ever been to Waffle House has their ironic stories about Waffle Houses; personally, I enjoy recalling the time I watched an elderly waitress set her cigarette down (this was obviously back when indoor smoking was still allowed) carefully at the end of the counter so she could take some patrons’ orders, before proceeding to pick it back up and take a long drag after submitting her ticket.

The thing is though, and this should all be taken tongue-and-cheek obviously, but it’s Waffle House we’re talking about here.  A Waffle House that scores a 60 is like the Capital Grille scoring a 100.  There’s really only so much quality that’s possible at a Waffle House, and expecting scores that are higher than a 60 is roughly the equivalent of wishing to win the lottery.

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Never let anyone tell you what to do

Short story shorter: person shot and killed outside of Atlanta-area Kroger, particularly already nicknamed “Murder Kroger.”

Never mind the fact that President Obama is already trolling around in Atlanta, making the miserable traffic worse than it can already possibly be.  I was musing my possible alternate routes home, given the fact that my usual plans A and B are likely going to be shot on account of the President’s presence in the city.

So I thought of another alternative route, that would take me due east on Ponce, where I could then go due south on Moreland, until I got onto the interstate and make my way home, avoiding the Downtown Connector and airport in one fell swoop.

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Humans need oxygen to breathe, too

Long story short: former Atlanta Hawk Josh Smith proclaims Atlanta Hawks fans to be bandwagoners.

The sky is also blue, water is also wet.  Tell us something nobody already knew, Josh!

Of course Atlanta Hawks fans are bandwagoners.  So are Atlanta Braves fans as well as Atlanta Falcons fans.  Damn near everyone in Atlanta who proclaims to like sports, only likes sports when their sports teams are doing well.

The Hawks are the best team in the Eastern conference right now, of course attendance is creeping upward, and there’s a sudden influx of Hawks fans.  Why shouldn’t there be, when there’s all this winning going on?

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I give it two days, if not already

Impetus: MARTA introduces hi-tech “public bathroom of the future” at Lindbergh Center station. It is allegedly vandalism-proof, loiter-proof, digitally monitored in a variety of manners, and basically gives users pretty much nothing to do but do their business and leave. Hopes are that it becomes successful, and sets the standard for public restrooms to be implemented in transit stations all across the world.

Bahahahahahahahaha. MARTA.

Bahahahahaha.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way; it’s like I could switch my brog to feature absolutely nothing but stories about MARTA, and I could probably make like three posts a day for the next year or so.

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Another Sisyphus’ boulder analogy

I use that analogy quite a bit, don’t I? Perhaps I’m drawn to scenarios in which they seem like insurmountable endeavors, to which makes it so easy for me to make the metaphor as often as I think I’m doing.

Regardless, Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chic-Fil-A has concerns about what’s going to happen when the new Falcons stadium opens in the near future, when the Goodyear blimp is shooting aerial coverage, and reveals to everyone watching that Atlanta is a pretty divided city:

“The horror that I think of is when the Goodyear blimp is flying over the new stadium with Atlanta’s beautiful skyline in the background,” Cathy said. “And then the blimp shows the area on the other side of the stadium and it looks like a scene out of Baghdad.”

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Why can’t Atlanta have a decent city song?

I was running on the treadmill, and Jay-Z/Alicia Keys’ Empire State of Mind came on my iTunes. It’s a song that I particularly like, but I also think it’s cool that it’s a song that’s basically also a soliloquy to the city of New York, and how much Jay-Z thinks it’s a great place.

Somewhere along the line, I thought about Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York, and how it was such a classic, iconic song, and that it could probably never be replaced. I’m not saying Empire State of Mind replaced New York, New York as the anthem of the city, but it says something when it’s played at some point during every single Yankees home game at Yankee Stadium, in addition to Sinatra.

The bottom line is that Empire State of Mind is a song that, sure lyrically rap, which tends to make some people nervous, but has what I think is a catchy melody, beat, and is overall harmonically pleasing to listen to. Clearly, I’m not the only person who thinks this, and it’s a song that has done pretty well for itself in the grand spectrum of things.

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