Phenomenal Cosmic Powers...itty-bitty living space

If you know from what source the title is quoted, you get an immediate 2 point increase on my like-o-meter. Your welcome.


Moving on...




I've decided to add a "status check" section to my blog. I want to keep everyone update of my latest moods, tastes, and other pointless, superfluous information.


Status check


Mood: Inquisitive


Desire: Warmth


Relationship: Complicated


Emotions: Indifferent

Music: Third Eye Blind, Ode to Maybe


Quote: "This death of thought just goes through our lives blowing out lamps. But it's so easy to sit in the dark and keep the shades drawn when we're all so deathly afraid of the light." This quote brings back flashbacks of Plato's allegory. However, I can't decide if Ibsen is purposefully making this allusion or if I'm just thinking too hard.


Job: Preggos, preggos, everywhere


Health: Fit as a fiddle (knocks on wood). Except for a cavity (AHHH!). I really do have good dental hygiene but when you haven't been to a dentist in 6 years (damn insurance...) issues are bound to arise.


Theater: Ghosts, Henrik Ibsen, Regina (the maid). First read thru went well. Headshots finished. Shit, I forgot about my bio, again.


Half empty: Lacking motivation, dreading having to face reality, procrastinating, broke, and feel old.


Half full: Glad to be back in production, fairly peaceful day, healthy, young, anything is possible, blessed, beautiful day, I can and will change my world.




Last Wednesday, August 20, 2008, was an exceptional day in my little life. I was relieved for my lunch break at 1pm. Mind you my pathetic "break" is a half hour only; this is what happens when you opt to become a day slaver to the preggos of the central Columbus area. So, there I was, 1:00pm, debating where I should dine. My deliberation in determining a dining destination did not include discourse about, "what foods I desired," rather, "what does my time limitations designate?"

**Wow, look at that alliteration. Taking a moment to soak it in**


I finally settled on Chinese. Maybe I was inspired by the Olympics. Or, chopsticks. Who knows. All I knew was that Mark Pi's is close and quick. So, I ordered my fried rice, lo mien, and general Tao's like every other time. Sat down to eat, make that gulp; there's not enough time for actual chewing. And finally after finishing, it was time for my fortune cookie. Everyone's favorite part. I am surprised by the many variations, rituals if you will, of fortune cookie eating. I have determined that one's character may be deduced from this simplest of acts. Now before you think I'm crazy, I don't presume that one's entire being is summed up by their fortune cookie eating habits; however, the 'ritual' does reveal something. For the purpose of supporting my argument, I will site the following examples:

1. Best friend--'A' is her codename

After the meal, A opens her cookie, removes the fortune, and proceeds to eat the entire cookie prior to reading her fortune. She states that her fortune will not come true if she does not eat the cookie first. My insight: A is disciplined, which is shown by her ritualistic cookie eating. Never have I seen her vary from this structure. Also, it takes discipline to not look at the fortune straight away. This is true to A's character. She is a very disciplined person in many aspects of her life (unless we're talking pizza pringles). In addition, her ritual suggests optimism and submission to fate. She wants her fortune to come true prior to reading it. This shows that she hopes for the best possible outcome, and her willingness to live with the consequences of the cookie's predictions or assertions. All these traits are testament to her optimism, and her 'live and let live,' easy going nature.


2. Ex-boyfriend #8

This particular person had the philosophy that when waitresses bring fortune cookies to the table, they should bring one more cookie than there are people seated at the table. He concluded that the waitress predetermined everyone's fortune by not allowing each person to choose their own. He determined the prejudice fortune cookie operations of restaurants a hoax. This opinion reflects his all too practical character, which leaves no room for fanciful or whimsical goings on. And, by all other accounts, he was an idiot.


3. Brothers 1, 2, 4

This fun, loving cast of characters make opening fortune cookies quite an amusing event. They are the sort that add "in bed" to the end of every fortune. Pointless, and fun, these gentlemen love to laugh and find the joy in the little things of life.


4. My self

My fortune cookie habits are as follows:


a. Break open cookie

b. Read fortune

c. Wait for the inevitable


Firstly, I do not like the taste of fortune cookies, which is why I do not eat them. If I did, we'd have another story on our hands. So, the fortune is the whole point of this minute event. I desire to see immediately the scrap of wisdom on a 4 centimeter long strip of paper stuffed inside a cookie. Most likely typed out by an automated system rather than some Buddhist priest endowing his enlightenment upon the masses, so that they may live more enriched and explored lives (okay, that's a Dominican thing). My wide-eye optimistic and naive side likes to think that's still a possibility, but then my realist side kicks-in shouting, "this is a load of bunk!" However don't get my intentions wrong, this isn't a fortune cookie bashing blog. Quite the contrary: Life decisions can be based upon the guidance of a mere fortune cookie. Sounds insane...I know. I think the concept is a crap shoot, but I must admit that little cookie has motivated me to action before. Don't worry, I can't deduce it either. Quite possibly that makes me a strange, complicated, irrational person. And, that's probably not far off. However I'd like to think not. The incident I'm referring to is in relation to, well, a relationship. My boyfriend, not the one mentioned above, and I had been seeing each other for about 6 months: the getting serious point. I couldn't decided if we were moving forward or just standing still. Again, stagnant. I hate stagnant. I came to the realization that my feelings were not going to progress further; however, this person was a very decent, good person. I don't like hurting people, though I realize it is inevitable in this life. We were dining out at a Chinese restaurant in honor of our anniversary (aha! You see where I'm headed). At the end of the meal, I read my fortune and it was like a slap to the face. Everything that I had known for weeks, thoughts I was tug-o-waring with, became simplistic in light of that little piece of paper. It read: "Be prepared to meet the one that you have been waiting for." HELLO! Can we make it any more apparent that this wasn't going to work? Obviously, if he's still out there-uh, your not him. I knew it. My friends knew it. And now, the cookie blatantly knew it. I was waiting for Mr. Miyagi to appear from out of nowhere and say, "Use your head for something other than a target and move on, Daniel-san" Needless to say, that relationship ended shortly there after. I'm not quite sure how I justify that decision; but, I'd like to believe that at crossroads when we can't decide which way to turn, we look for anything that will help. In my case, the decision was made; I just need the confirmation, the motivation, to commit to the difficult task of ending a relationship. These sort of things are never easy. Rest assured I have not taken any more relationship advice from a cookie (although maybe I should; it couldn't turn out much worse). But, they have made me more curious, and I probably give them more thought than necessary (ha, thus the blog)--more in the spirit of fun than anything. It's the whimsical side of me. My romance with fate.

Anyway, back to last Wednesday. That fateful day when I opened my cookie, I received two fortunes!! I'm still deciphering the meaning of the two fortunes. Factory error or maybe something else, something more serendipitous. I'm daring to live dangerously optimistic today.

I feel it would be just plain selfish not to share what they said...so here they are:


1. A long time admirer thinks highly of you


2. Your genuine talent will find its way to success

Neither are foreboding or ominous, which is nice. Overall they are quite pleasant, which is happy. So, who knows what the future holds; I'm going to take a page out of my friends' and brothers' books. I will look for life's simple joys; I will be optimistic; I will hope for the best; I will let the experiences of life "wash" over me; I will live with consequences; I will work to better myself; and, I will not worry about those things I cannot change.

Today, I choose not to fear the future, nor fret it. Fate--fortune--will be my friend and not my foe. That's today. We'll see how tomorrow goes. But, I will say...I'm looking forward to the possibilities it holds.


'till we meet again...