The unfortunatereality that things are not what they seem to be. The correction of ‘it is what it is’.
As I live longer I reply to people who tell me: ‘It is what it is’; with ‘It is what it ain’t’ because I am not able to deny and therefore imply agreement.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.