This year is a prime number. And according to this guy, the sum of 11 consecutive prime numbers:
The prime-ness of this year suggest one should do something momentous. So I went to Coney Island with my friends to watch a few hundred giddy people of all shades and shapes jump into the 38 degree waters of the Atlantic Ocean. I even got my feet wet. Not bad 1.1.11. Bring it.
I’m trying to be a better world citizen.
One of the blessings of living in a city like New York are the small reminders that I do live in an international city. There are shared cultural moments that bring us all together, even in competition. So for day one of World Cup, I wandered to Madiba, the South African restaurant in my neighbood and walked into a standing room only mixed crowd of South African expats, Mexicans, Americans of all shades and ages. The game brings out the whole range of humanity –joy, agony, ecstasy– or in a word, ebuillience. So here are some scenes from World Cup watchers and revellers for day one and day two. I’ll likely try to get more scenes from around the city as we near the finals.
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Happy Easter.
© syreeta mcfadden 2009
© syreeta mcfadden 2009
© syreeta mcfadden 2009
© syreeta mcfadden 2009
After an unpredictable slew of transitional weather, Brooklyn found herself basking in the warm glow of the sun. Here are some scenes from yesterday’s life in the sunshine.
Under a big bright yellow sun. It’s going to be a good summer.
