"The love of life is happiness, harmoniously."
The state of fortune cookies today is clearly in decline. I can picture the Chinese workers, hunched over computer desks, trying to predict the future for a few thousand obese Americans who happen to stop by the all you can eat buffet. And strangely enough, fortune cookies never predict dire events to come. They merely offer bland statements in poor grammar about love, life, happiness, or in this case, all of the above. So now I am left to ponder what this could possibly entail for the weeks to come. Will loving life make me happy? Or perhaps my lover will be happy. It could be my lover will make me happy. Who knows? But most likely, someone with English as a second language working ten hours a day at minimum wage ran out of coffee and is seeking love, happiness, and harmonious interactions with another obese American boss. But instead of condemning the contented buffet goers, the fortune-cookie-writer grants his ideal fate to them by means of a tiny slip of paper stuffed in a crunchy cookie in a cheap plastic wrapper. In the end, the cookie crumbles will lie forgotten on the table (because who really eats the cookie part anyway). The fortune will be stuffed mercilessly into a pants pocket, then forgotten as it goes through the washing machine and disintegrates into faded paper dust. And the fortune-cookie-writer will return to his home, forgotten by the manager reaping the rewards of the naive buffet-goers. But the dreams of love and happiness will linger on. And every time we return to the Chinese restaurant, the magic of ripping open the wrapper and discovering some enigmatic Asian wisdom will rekindle. That forgotten cookie will unlock the secrets to our soul, the deepest desires of our hearts, and the ultimate quest for success in life. Because of course, those slips of magical fortune-telling paper are always directed at you.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Something More
Endorphins. Dimethyltryptamine. Oxytocin. Serotonin. Dopamine. Melatonin. Gruelitin. Leptin. Orexin A. Tryptophan. Norepinephidrine. Phenyl ethylamine.
If love and happiness, depression and tiredness, anxiety and extasy, are only chemicals, then why do we care so much?
If love and happiness, depression and tiredness, anxiety and extasy, are only chemicals, then why do we care so much?
Launch
T minus Three.
vague anticipation itches at the corners of my eyelashes, flutters around my heartbeat, tickles at the corners of my fingertips, urging me, egging me on in my frenzied search for the answers to the secrets of the universe, obscured by mundane second by second by second I take on the day like one who takes on a gust of wind particle by particle, irrational, yet practical, I duck in a ball on the ground and let the wind gloss over me like a tirade of tumbling sand it pricks my skin, unearthing the lurk that burns beneath...
T minus Two.
Vocab word number one: Dead - 1. Deprived of life. 2. Brain-dead; devoid of thought. 3. Incapable of being emotionally moved. 4. Numb. 5. Utterly tired or exhausted. 6. Without vitality or enthusiasm. 7. Extinguished. 8. Not fruitful; unproductive. 9. State of students during finals week.
T minus One.
The dreams come only as nightmares.
However, upon waking, I soon realize that I would much rather continue to be chased by a dinosaur than live out today in reality.
T minus Zero.
The crest of the wave is frozen into a fractal of water droplets, splayed throughout the air in crystal partical patterns like glass in a photograph. The eye of the hurricane tastes strangely bitter, each wall of worry intruding on my brief bliss with a shot of uncertainty, a taint of venom seeking its target with the force of a missile that never misses. What was once relief is now locked in the eyes of the snake. But in this moment, everything will align into the equation for motion, fueled by a combination of calories and catharsis, and the rocket launch will begin, throwing this week into motion. Until tomorrow, I remain bound in T minus Zero divided by infinity - undefined.
vague anticipation itches at the corners of my eyelashes, flutters around my heartbeat, tickles at the corners of my fingertips, urging me, egging me on in my frenzied search for the answers to the secrets of the universe, obscured by mundane second by second by second I take on the day like one who takes on a gust of wind particle by particle, irrational, yet practical, I duck in a ball on the ground and let the wind gloss over me like a tirade of tumbling sand it pricks my skin, unearthing the lurk that burns beneath...
T minus Two.
Vocab word number one: Dead - 1. Deprived of life. 2. Brain-dead; devoid of thought. 3. Incapable of being emotionally moved. 4. Numb. 5. Utterly tired or exhausted. 6. Without vitality or enthusiasm. 7. Extinguished. 8. Not fruitful; unproductive. 9. State of students during finals week.
T minus One.
The dreams come only as nightmares.
However, upon waking, I soon realize that I would much rather continue to be chased by a dinosaur than live out today in reality.
T minus Zero.
The crest of the wave is frozen into a fractal of water droplets, splayed throughout the air in crystal partical patterns like glass in a photograph. The eye of the hurricane tastes strangely bitter, each wall of worry intruding on my brief bliss with a shot of uncertainty, a taint of venom seeking its target with the force of a missile that never misses. What was once relief is now locked in the eyes of the snake. But in this moment, everything will align into the equation for motion, fueled by a combination of calories and catharsis, and the rocket launch will begin, throwing this week into motion. Until tomorrow, I remain bound in T minus Zero divided by infinity - undefined.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Questions Anyone?
You may be wondering how you could possibly make orange juice from lemons. It seems impossible at first glance. Lemons are, well, sour, and orange juice is the most preferred breakfast drink of the American population. Well, that is the point of this title. Attain the impossible. Use creativity to meander your way through gridlock situations. Turn upside down. Spin around until you are so dizzy you can't tell right from left. Go take an adventure. Hold onto your thinking cap because we are not in a box anymore. Hop on your space ship and put the box so far away from you that you forget it exists. The answers all linger just beyond your fingertips, so stretch your mind to encompass a whirlwind of experiences, drink in everything that comes your way, and live as if anything is possible. Your mind is your greatest weapon. Use it. So how do you make orange juice from lemons? Figure it out. I expect nothing less than Florida's Natural on my desk tomorrow. :)
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