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---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <noozguru@...> wrote : On 09/10/2014 04:50 AM, danfriedman2002 wrote: ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <turquoiseb@...> mailto:turquoiseb@... wrote : From: "Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@... [FairfieldLife]" What I was implying was, say someone is extremely passive, a spiritual type, and you really bore down on him with taunts and insults etc., that person may just suddenly explode at you because you have triggered some normally well hidden response, maybe even the fight or flight response. It is not necessarily a weakness unless you consider an act out of character with a peaceful demeanor a weakness. . . . Conditioning is a wider net than samskaras, as some is hard wired, and samskaras generally result from overloads on the nervous system as opposed to gentler conditioning. Responding when someone calls your name is conditioning, and that results from the habit developed by your parents giving you a name and repeating it in your presence along with other behavioural cues. For a person dedicated to revealing your samskaras, even your name is fair game for head-fucking-with: Why Starbucks Spells Your Name Wrong http://digg.com/video/why-starbucks-spells-your-name-wrong"; class="ygrps-yiv-1275375381ygrps-yiv-422243808ygrps-yiv-69836078link-enhancr-card-urlWrapper ygrps-yiv-1275375381ygrps-yiv-422243808ygrps-yiv-69836078link-enhancr-element Why Starbucks Spells Your Name Wrong Spoiler alert: It's on purpose, and there's nothing you can do about it. View on digg.com Preview by Yahoo Can you explain the name Starbucks? There are neither Stars or Bucks in the cup. Score one. The name is from the novel Moby Dick. Starbuck was the first mate. You get a star in the cup if you have their app for each item you buy. Get 12 stars and you get a free drink or food. I usually get a premium grind clover (sort of a reverse press coffee) when I have something free coming. We do have some locally run shops but people like Starbucks because of consistency in the products. The local shops make mistakes like they might have some good food but just a mediocre restaurant supplier grind. They often lack the seating that Starucks has. There are four Starbucks in this town. The nearest one a couple blocks away I dubbed "the world's slowest Starbucks" because they really didn't care that much about getting the drink out and there are often long lines. I prefer the one downtown which is more efficient. Funny thing about the nearby one is that the manager got relocated to a new one about a mile away and it has a drive-thru window and speed is a requirement. I recall Starbucks when it was a little shop in Pike Place Market back in 1972. Bhairitu, Wow, that was informative! I knew it must mean something, but what I didn't know? We have still more in common. There is a Starbucks on just about every block in my 'hood. I never go. I do brew at home, using the secret method shared by the oldest guy in Zabars*. Everything needs to be right, but not one thing needs be expensive. I shared the secret with my haircutter this morning. She is lovely. People who drink my coffee become addicted. Literally. I use plenty of beans (fruit, really). My bean/fruit contact hooks me up every few days. If I do drink coffee out there are 2 Outstanding coffee houses in my 'hood. One has a $14 thousand expresso machine. Italian coffee (even the shop's name is Italian) run by an Israeli. The second is a French Cafe, but I'm loathe to discuss cafes for the obvious reasons. My coffee maker cost $14 at Zabars. I always keep it clean. Baking soda is the trick there. And brown filters, and cinnamon bark from Mexico. But I am not at liberty to share the secret to the sauce. Come by for a coffee, and you can watch. * Zabars sells more coffee beans than anyone in the world. They also have the highest per sq ft revenue of any retailer in NYC, including Tiffany. Makes me hungry just thinking. I had a rich Jewish boyfriend (twice) but the one lived in New Jersey (Bernardsville, WASP capital of the world) with me and his parents were right across the George Washington bridge from NYC in Fort Lee (I just can't not think of Roseanna Anna Danna when I hear the name of that place) and we always made pilgrimages to Zabars in their fancy Mercedes with the overbearing but well meaning Jewish mother (in the passenger seat) and step father (always driving) while my boyfriend and I took up the back seats. If you can believe it, the step father's name was Izzy (Israel) Steinberg. Does it get much better than that? I think not - Zabars with the Steinbergs.
