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wpid-20141117_140437.jpgOver the years, I have collected fortunes from Chinese takeout that spoke to me and placed them in a pocket of my Franklin Planner.

(Yes, I still have a Franklin Planner….and a Google calendar, too.  Just covering my bases.)

I don’t know why these crumbling, yellowed fortunes caught my eye today, but they did. And you can probably see why I kept them around.

It’s a very feel-good collection.

On my trip to Tokyo in July, I received the very aptly named ‘Best Fortune’ in return for a dollar and a prayer at the Senso-ji temple in Asakusa.


How’s that for positive thinking?

This fortune has earned a place of honor on the bulletin board above my desk, a very cheerful reminder of all the good things I have in my life.

And possibly more to come?


Did you know…

A trap door. A hidden room. A secret passage.

Surprises like these make the ordinary mysterious and exciting.

Well, it turns out everybody’s favorite Chinese takeout has been hiding a big secret all its own. Take a look at this.

Chinese food was perfect before — and to find out it has been providing its very own paper plate all these years!  I’m surprised it’s not more expensive.

Gosh — I hope they don’t start charging more for it.

Where there’s smoke

For people who celebrate Chinese New Year — or just heart Chinese food — today marks the official beginning of the Year of the Dragon.  According to legend, the dragon is a symbol of good fortune, intense power and authority.

That’s so hot.

But I have to wonder — what kind of dragon will 2012 be?

Will it be like the dragon in the first Shrek movie — ferocious and fire-breathing one moment, then a puddle of mush the next, all because of the attentions of a wise-cracking yet lovable Donkey?

(And how many months of the year will be fire-like, and how many mush?)

Or will 2012 be a dragon with a temperament more in keeping with the three beasts in the Tri-Wizard Tournament in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?  They also breathed fire and brimstone, but were initially restrained by bars and chains.  When they finally broke free, they fought till the death to vanquish their enemies.

Not sure I want to go up against a year like that.

No, I would prefer the Year of the Dragon to be more like Toothless in How to Train Your Dragon.  He was first misunderstood and underestimated, but man oh man — didn’t he end up being exactly the kind of dragon you wanted on your team when the going got tough.

Yep.  That’s the 2012 I’d like to see.

Say wha?

Vaguebook much?”

That’s what a good friend said to me yesterday after I posted a status update on Facebook that he found unusually cryptic.

You say cryptic, I say creative.  Let’s call the whole thing off.

I do like the term ‘vaguebooking,’ though.  It’s real word, too. You’ll find it at urbandictionary.com.  They define it as ‘an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what’s going on, or is possibly a cry for help.’

Let’s see if mine fits the bill.

I posted:  Just took my own advice. I was right.

Cryptic?  Perhaps.  Cry for help?  Hardly.  Eight friends ‘liked’ it with no apparent concern for my health or well-being.  No comments or questions…but I’ll tell you what I meant.

A friend was pondering what to eat for lunch.  I recommended he order Chinese food, thought about it and then ordered Chinese for myself.  I was right — it was awesome.

And sure, I could have said that in a very straightforward way in my status update…but it would have been BORING.

Wasn’t my way more fun?

I think so.

Very superstitious

Turns out today’s date — 09.09.09 — has turned the whole world whack.  Literally thousands of Chinese couples are marrying today because the number ‘nine’ sounds very similar to the word ‘longlasting’ in all major Chinese dialects.

What would they have all done if it sounded like ‘Cheetos?’  Or ‘democracy?’  Or ‘animal rights?’

We should be so lucky.

I, for one, am going to use all the superstition surrounding today’s date to ward off the rain. I have tickets to the US Open tonight, so I will knock wood, step over cracks in the sidewalk, and toss salt over my shoulder to keep the storm clouds at bay.  I want to watch Roger Federer and Melanie Oudin on Center Court…not reruns on ESPN2.

If time permits, I’ll wander down to the food court and enjoy an egg roll.  And if a marriage proposal comes with it, I’ll consider it.

But I prefer spicy mustard.