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Apple’s third Manhattan flagship to open in Meat-packing district
Just what I needed. Damn you Apple, with you 88% profit. Now Markt, my favorite brunch place has had to move. In comes the pooters and pods.
All my $ goes to you.
~San
In New York the first day that feels like Spring cosmically aligned with the weekend of Earthday. What better way for mother-E, (a.k.a mother nature) to remind us of her bounty with her sprightly daffodils, magnolias, peonies, and pansies. Today was gorgeous. We just have to figure out a way to keep our planet going, instead of contaminating it with our wasteful ways.
I just saw this pod in Current TV about this fuel-cell powered motocycle that acts as a generator. The only thing it spews is water. No toxins, and it runs on well, intelligent energy…
Enjoy the beautiful weather! Do some deeds and plant some seeds…
Do we need to see 33 people die tragically to realize that there are ways to prevent these kinds of massacres? Will it splinter the “new dems” to have this on the agenda? It’s always seemed obvious to me, that the minute you introduce firearms into a high intensity situation, it can become, well EXPLOSIVE, literally and figuratively. How many people in Iraq die each day, each week.
San’s pleading words of the day…
how bout ‘dem apples.
i’ve been a bit lackadaisical about my blog. I have been reminded this week, this week that has been graced with a FRIDAY, the THIRTEENTH, that people do read blogs. And people read MY blog. Imagine my excitement that three different people from different faraway places posted comments about Mr. AppleCap Ralph, the South African Cowboy who I met on a plane last year. Apples 2 Apples. I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, apples and knowledge.
And for this reason, last Sunday I went to mass for the first time. My friend Michaela had invited me a to a boozy brunch, and mentioned that she would be going to St. Xavier, a Jesuit church in my very own neighborhood, Chelsea. So I jumped at the chance to attend, to gain further insight into Christianity, a religion that dominates in America, and influences so many decisions from school prayer, to the “in god we trust” imprinted on our dollar bills. And I brought my friend Marlon to church with me. He was staying with me since he’s making the transition from Miami to NYC. Marlon hadn’t been to church in 10 years, and honestly I felt a bit weird that instigating the return, since he had converted to Islam. For most of my life, I have enjoyed getting Christmas presents, and eating chocolate bunnies and assorted Cadbury products on Easter, in addition to getting days off for Roshoshana and Yom Kippur. The thing about religion that appeals to me is the ritual of it all. I am a creature of habit, and there is something reassuring that come December, there will be Christmas and Hannakuh, and in April there will be easter and bunnies, and Marc Jacobs will give the gift of re-living the childhood encounter with snazzy, stylin, life-size, chickadees that dance and allow me to take photos of them, an experience I never had because growing up I never had religion.
Also appealing is the notion of doing good and that there are these universal laws like the following loose set of commandments I remember:
you shouldn’t kill people
you should lie
you shouldn’t cheat thy neighbors by stealing their lamb
you shouldn’t sleep with your brother’s wife, or wife’s brother and vice versa
Where does religion stop and where does superstition begin? April Fool’s Day–an excuse to play tricks on people? Easter, cadbury eggs and searching for hidden eggs, and resurrection of a man that was dead. Friday the 13th, totally manufactured fear of an arbitrary date. Zombies, a genre in which the dead resurrect and come to haunt us like the scary dancers in MJs Thriller. MJ initials of both Marc Jacobs and Michael Jackson. OK, it’s obvious that I don’t know where I am going with this, so I will end my post …HERE (.) Fullstop.
I love you all like I love Jacque Torres Chocolates and Cadbury eggs!
xoxo
San Tong – No middle name, no middle initial
Flying: Confessions of a Free Women April 22, 2007
Is there a red thread that
connects women across the globe?