Finally Some Activity at the Old Tillie’s Space

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When Tillie’s closed up shop in early 2012, it was the end of an era in Fort Greene. After all, the cafe had been a center of the community for 14 years. In the aftermath of the closing, it was reported that a new bar/cafe would open in the space at 248 Dekalb Avenue by last summer. And then…nothing happened. And…nothing happened. So it was with great surprise that we pedaled past earlier this week and noticed that work was under way. That jibes with a recently approved permit from the DOB that’s posted in the window. Also posted in the window: Some kind of logo that presumably refers to the new joint’s name. We’ve got a photo of it on the jump. Anyone know what it stands for? GMAP

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8 Comment

  • GTF. stands for get the frig outta here

  • Actually, I immediately saw TGIF, which I thought would be HILARIOUS because of how much everyone would hate it. But I wouldn’t wish that on any neighborhood.

  • You’ve got to be kidding. This does not bode well.

  • delepp

    I thought I heard the owner of Fuggetabouit next door was expanding.

  • at least it’s not as bad visually as the curlicues on the Brooklyn Lululemon store.

  • teach you the Overman! Mankind is something to be overcome. What have you done to overcome mankind?

    All beings so far have created something beyond themselves. Do you want to be the ebb of that great tide, and revert back to the beast rather than overcome mankind? What is the ape to a man? A laughing-stock, a thing of shame. And just so shall a man be to the Overman: a laughing-stock, a thing of shame. You have evolved from worm to man, but much within you is still worm. Once you were apes, yet even now man is more of an ape than any of the apes.

    Even the wisest among you is only a confusion and hybrid of plant and phantom. But do I ask you to become phantoms or plants?

    Behold, I teach you the Overman! The Overman is the meaning of the earth. Let your will say: The Overman shall be the meaning of the earth! I beg of you my brothers, remain true to the earth, and believe not those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! Poisoners are they, whether they know it or not. Despisers of life are they, decaying ones and poisoned ones themselves, of whom the earth is weary: so away with them!

    Once blasphemy against God was the greatest blasphemy; but God died, and those blasphemers died along with him. Now to blaspheme against the earth is the greatest sin, and to rank love for the Unknowable higher than the meaning of the earth!

    Once the soul looked contemptuously upon the body, and then that contempt was the supreme thing: — the soul wished the body lean, monstrous, and famished. Thus it thought to escape from the body and the earth. But that soul was itself lean, monstrous, and famished; and cruelty was the delight of this soul! So my brothers, tell me: What does your body say about your soul? Is not your soul poverty and filth and wretched contentment?

    In truth, man is a polluted river. One must be a sea to receive a polluted river without becoming defiled. I teach you the Overman! He is that sea; in him your great contempt can go under.

    What is the greatest thing you can experience? It is the hour of your greatest contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becomes loathsome to you, and so also your reason and virtue.

    The hour when you say: What good is my happiness? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment. But my happiness should justify existence itself!

    The hour when you say: What good is my reason? Does it long for knowledge as the lion for his prey? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment!

    The hour when you say: What good is my virtue? It has not yet driven me mad! How weary I am of my good and my evil! It is all poverty and filth and wretched contentment!

    The hour when you say: What good is my justice? I do not see that I am filled with fire and burning coals. But the just are filled with fire and burning coals!

    The hour when you say: What good is my pity? Is not pity the cross on which he is nailed who loves man? But my pity is no crucifixion!

    Have you ever spoken like this? Have you ever cried like this? Ah! If only I had heard you cry this way!

    It is not your sin — it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!

    Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed?

    Behold, I teach you the Overman! He is that lightning, he is that madness!
    And while Zarathustra was speaking in this way, someone in the crowd interrupted: “We’ve heard enough about the tightrope walker; now it’s time to see him!” And while the crowd laughed at Zarathustra, the tightrope walker, believing that he had been given his cue, began his performance.