Tuesday, May 31, 2005

there must be some way out of here ...

While rifling through my bag at work today, I found a crumpled and unfamiliar fortune-cookie fortune. Instead of winning lottery numbers, it offered advice: "A hen tomorrow is better than an egg today." What should have seemed straight-forward perplexed me. Why choose the example of a hen? One doesn't need to choose between a hen and an egg; one can easily have both. Wouldn't it be better to say "A cow tomorrow is better than beef today" since live cows and beef are mutually exclusive?

But perhaps there's a depth to this message that I have yet to plumb. Feel free to help me out.

I'm back from Seattle. Oh Seattle. Oh the coast that is not mine, where buildings are short and modern, where air is plentiful and clean, where trees make their presences felt. My favorite couple has an apartment right in the middle of things and we were graced with excellent weather by which to appreciate it all.
We rode the ferry one afternoon and I spotted two seals cavorting in the Sound. I said, in my next life, I'd like to be a seal -- funny, since I don't even know what I'd like to be in this life yet. (Although I would like to note that I agree with little adam: there are no false starts.)

I keep having vestigal, quiet moments of panic upon realizing that it's almost June. June has always meant change. Now for the first time it doesn't, necessarily. I'm not finishing a skool year and embarking on a summer. Summer is in fact no longer distinct from any other season, except that it has the prettiest, most consistent weather, and that's how it will be, unless I think of something reasonable to go back to skool for. I do have this transgressive yearning to be unemployed, just for the summer ... to wander around and see friends and sit in parks and try to let go of this crazy year. I'm trying to keep that impulse under control, for what it's worth. But it's so tempting. You know?

5 comments:

Andrew Ironwood said...

I think that fortune meant something like:

Don't cash in your life-insurance policy for an omelet today, when you can let your investment mature into a complete KFC dinner tomorrow.

...now was that a *completely* mixed metaphor (or are there still chunks in it)?...

Adam said...

It would have been better if it were a cow-and-milk metaphor. I don't much like fortune cookies any more, ever since I got one in France which read (in French, of course), "Your life, which is a lie, is a lie that lies to no one but you." Lucky I had a good friend around, who promptly ate the fortune with the cookie and we never spoke about it again.

I miss you! little Adam

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