Not-a-Fortune

Star Trek & Theories of Manipulation

2012-05-25T15:06:00.000-05:00

I did not grow up watching Star Trek. Three's Company, M*A*S*H, The Golden Girls, and Murder, She Wrote were popular viewing in my childhood home, but Star Trek was not. If you say, "Come and knock on our door," I am likely to respond, "We've been waiting for you." Too many of my father's anecdotes still begin, "Hawkeye was talking to Radar..." Just the other night Amanda introduced a story with, "Picture it..." and in our minds' eyes we both saw Sophia Petrillo sitting around the kitchen table with Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and a half-eaten cheesecake. Angela Lansbury's Jessica Fletcher was a retired English teacher who went on to write mystery novels. As a teacher with a borderline unhealthy addiction to crime television series and an idea for a novel based on a mysterious event from my childhood, those Sunday evenings spent eating dinner at a card table in front of the TV so as not to miss the latest Cabot Cove whodunit may have had more than a little influence on the trajectory of my life.

Until a couple of years ago, however, I could not have told you anything about the Borg. I was not a science fiction fan. My favorite ten year old is. Because of him, I am now well-versed in the worlds of George Lucas and Gene Roddenberry. On Wednesday, he introduced me to Star Trek: Voyager, after having told me for months that I would like it because the captain is a woman.

Here's a screenshot of my tweet when we began the first episode:

He wasn't wrong.

After we watched the first episode of the series ("Caretaker"), we skipped forward to season four, episode two ("The Gift"). During this episode, one of the crew members (Kes) uses a hyper-mental ability to help Seven of Nine (a Borg drone) return to her natural human state. Upon witnessing this feat, another crew member labels Kes's power "psychokinesis." This struck me because a couple of weeks ago Bea Dazzler sent me the following insert:

"How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand."

My initial response was that she won the award for oddest (not-a-)fortune ever. At the time, I was unsure how psychokinesis was different from telekinesis, though I didn't research it. When I watched Voyager, I thought maybe the difference was that psychokinesis referred to the ability to manipulate others' body parts and telekinesis referred to the ability to manipulate inanimate objects. I told Bea Dazzler my theory and we agreed that either power would be cool. I have since done some (admittedly hurried) research and it appears there is little difference between the two. So much for theories. (But come on, doesn't her not-a-fortune make more sense with my theory? SAY YES.)

You Can't Force the Fortune

2012-05-15T21:42:00.000-05:00

I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat for dinner tonight but I was hungry enough to know that I needed to make a decision quickly. Instinctively, my mind scrolled through the Chinese restaurants I would pass on my way home from work. Not craving a particular meal but knowing that my usual order at any of the three convenient places I identified would satisfy me, I went in search of a fortune cookie.

I imagined myself digging into a bowl of fortune cookies, selecting the perfect one, unwrapping it, and cracking open the cookie to reveal an insert whose message I would interpret as meaningful to my unique situation or circumstance. At about the same time I had that daydream I also had an intense craving for a baked potato. I skipped the Chinese food and, therefore, the fortune cookie. I couldn't force it.

My abandoned search for a fortune cookie reminded me of this year's Chinese New Year, which was in January, and which Myrtle and I celebrated, but about which I never blogged.

We went to one of our favorite Austin Chinese restaurants, Chinatown on Mopac, determined to mark the occasion. It's been so long now that I can't be certain about our entrees but I think she ordered the duck. (I recall a conversation about whether or not this was in keeping with the New Year celebration.) After dinner, we opened our cookies.

Myrtle's insert:

"Listen carefully. An upcoming important message may be subtle."

My insert:

That's correct. My fortune cookie had no insert. A not-a-fortune indeed.

When the server returned, I asked him for another cookie. He brought over the entire tub of cookies:

I selected a new cookie.

That's right. No insert in that one, either, at which point Myrtle placed the cookie tub on our table.

I tried one last time:

"Listen carefully. An upcoming important message may be subtle."

If you think this is a second photograph of Myrtle's cookie insert, you are incorrect. It is my third attempt at a fortune. Myrtle and I received identical inserts. (And, not for nothing, but I think that decreases the subtlety of the message.)

You can't force the fortune, people.

Tell Me a Story

2012-05-01T23:24:00.000-05:00

Do you have a favorite word or phrase? Until a couple of weeks ago, I didn't. But I spent some time with Emily, who will be four years old next month, and that changed. My new favorite phrase is, "Aunt Allison," said in her sweet, questioning voice. If you know me at all, you know I am a sucker for a good story. One of my favorite requests is for someone to "tell me a story," especially at bedtime or when I'm bored.

Soon after my arrival in SoCal, it was time for Emily to eat dinner. While she ate, I entertained her with stories of my puppies (per her request).

(Giant princess helium balloon- and stories- courtesy of yours truly. Feelings of happiness courtesy of Em. Photo courtesy of her mother.)

Emily asked me to repeat the same three or four stories over and over (and over and over and over). Her mom said this was so she could memorize them and retell them after I left. I think it was because I'm such a great storyteller, but we can agree to disagree. At her mom's urging, I changed some key details in order to see how closely she was paying attention. Let me tell you, nothing gets past that girl.

[In case you're interested, you can read more about my visit here, here, here, and here.]

One night after Emily and her little brother Everett had gone to bed, her parents and I had Chinese takeout.

Her father received this not-a-fortune, which I read as sarcastic:

"Lucky you. Get out your party clothes."

I mean, really? What's with the periods instead of exclamation points? That insert is just taunting him.

And then there was my cookie insert:

"Cleaning up the past will always clear up the future!"

Obviously, the exclamation point in our batch of fortune cookies was misplaced.

Nonetheless, it was a timely insert, coming at the very end of my last semester of graduate school.

Fast forward a week: today I filed my doctoral dissertation, "clearing" the path for my "future" (quotation marks intended to refer to the cookie insert). I had Chinese food tonight as well (if you can't guess what my go-to celebration meal is, you haven't been following this blog long enough or closely enough), and this was my insert:

It's half of an insert, clearly. I'm sure it says something about how an apple a day will keep the doctor away, and "So will an onion." But you know what? It says doctor. And I choose to see that as significant.

I could have selected the fortune cookie that held this gem (which Amanda got instead, since I chose first):

"Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect it back."

That might be good advice, but it's not as applicable to my particular situation.

I've been reflecting on my time with Emily, her younger brother Everett, and her parents (previously featured on the blog here, here, and here). I was only able to spend just over forty-eight hours with them, but we did so many of my (our) favorite things in that time. We spent a day at the beach, ate a lot of hummus, and visited a bookstore/coffeeshop (even if the primary intent was to get coffee, I - or my bank account - deserve a medal for escaping without a new library after the number of times Emily said, "Aunt Allison, I need a new book."). We even survived our first earthquake! And we visited the Newport Pier, as we did on my first trip out to see them soon after their relocation to California almost two years ago.

And I told a lot of stories. I repeated the puppy stories, telling Emily how Penny lost her name tag, what costumes she and The Nickel wear at Halloween and how they act when trick-or-treaters come to the door, and describing all of their various tricks. The night before I left, I read Emily her bedtime story.

Maybe fortune cookie inserts offer us the opportunity to create stories out of future possibilities. Sure, sometimes they're ridiculous and impossible to reconcile with reality, but sometimes - sometimes - they allow us to ponder possibility. In the end, this is the fun of fortune cookie inserts. It's what brings us back to the cookies time and time again, even though we know those little pieces of paper don't hold the answers. They hold the questions, the foundations of any good story.

Vulcanized Fortune?

2012-04-15T19:57:00.000-05:00

After a very productive day that included writing (me), shopping for electronics (her), and an adventure moving and connecting two televisions in which "we didn't die and we have the battle wounds to prove it" (her response to me when I said, "that could have gone better"), Amanda and I decided to reward ourselves with dinner from Mama Fu's Asian House.

My fortune is the first pictured below:

"You will live long and prosper...to come back tomorrow."

Amanda's not-a-fortune:

"Be good to others...hopefully they'll add you to the will."

What we've learned so far tonight:

Whoever writes Mama Fu's fortune cookie inserts is a fan of the ellipsis (Mom, is that you?) and Star Trek. Said writer is not a fan of definitive statements.

Fortune Cookie...Folder?

2012-03-28T09:39:00.001-05:00

Last weekend UnScurvyGirl texted me the photo below, which I assume is from the Sunday newspaper ads (who still reads those?!- related: I love her!).

For the low price of $24.99, you can be the proud owner of a fortune cookie maker. You know, in case you can't be bothered to fold dough. You'll also have to write your own fortunes (or not-a-fortunes), as UnScurvyGirl noted. I think she and I agree that this isn't worth it. For us. But if you disagree, please, by all means, share your results.

Not-a-Fortune is Pinning

2012-03-22T17:51:00.000-05:00

Hello, readers. Happy spring! I am not even going to pretend like it hasn't been two months since my last post. Instead, I am going to point you to Not-a-Fortune's Pinterest board, which you can find here.

My friends, loyal readers, and I have amassed quite the collection of inserts over the past two months. I will blog these soon. Stay tuned. Until then, happy pinning!

Fortune Cookies from Non-Chinese Restaurants? (& other stuff)

2012-01-23T17:37:00.000-06:00

Did you read the article by Addie Broyles in the Austin American-Statesman last Wednesday? I posted about it here. What you didn't see in that post is this screenshot of the newspaper version:

In the print version of the article, Broyles calls me an "aficionado" and includes a photo. So that's fun.

In my interview with Broyles, I mentioned that I have received fortune cookies from non-Chinese restaurants, a fact she included in the piece. My niece had pho in San Antonio last week and sent this erroneous not-a-fortune, adding evidence to my theory that fortune cookies are so seeped in Americans' collective expectations of what should accompany any vaguely Asian meal that even non-Chinese restaurants now feel compelled to engage in the practice.

"I spent the time prepare the song, while the song is not being sung."

Huh? For what it's worth, Nici's dining companion, affectionately known to me as The Mange, received a not-a-fortune that said, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

Reliable fortune cookie insert sharer Pam sent this photo, saying her "cookie had a fortune," and her "sweetie's had a pep talk." When I responded that I loved and needed both in my life right now, she included the hashtag #peptalkcookies in her reply. Perfect.

"You will soon witness a miracle."

"Don't underestimate yourself. Your social skills are needed by others at this time."

It's January 23, 2012, and you know what that means: the Chinese (or Lunar) New Year. This is the Year of the Dragon and is said to be very auspicious, as the dragon indicates power and good fortune. The Atlantic has some beautiful, powerful photos of people ushering in the New Year here. Do you have plans to celebrate?

Not-a-Fortune Gets Some Nice Press

2012-01-17T23:30:00.000-06:00

Last week, I had the pleasure of speaking with Austin American-Statesman food writer Addie Broyles when she interviewed me for an article leading up to the Chinese New Year (Jan. 23rd). Titled "The fascinating origins of fortune cookies," it is available here.

Broyles references Jennifer 8. Lee's book The Fortune Cookie Chronicles, which I blogged about in July of 2010. She writes about Matt Kelsey's blog "My Daily Fortune," that chronicles his year of playing the lottery based on the numbers listed on the back of fortune cookie inserts. Kelsey guest blogged for me in March of 2011. Broyles's article also mentions Dorothy Huang, who taught this Chinese New Year cooking class Audriella and I took at Central Market in January of 2010 and this Chinese New Year cooking class Erin and I took (also at Central Market) last year. I am sad I won't be in attendance at Huang's class this week but I promise to bring in the Chinese New Year in another way (will it be as fun as the year Myrtle, Erin, and I made dinner, attempted to make our own fortune cookies - to limited success - and lit sparklers?). Anyone want to get together and eat some Chinese food, crack open some fortune cookies, and talk about how great the Year of the Dragon will be?

Go. Click. Read.

V's Happy Life

2012-01-15T13:34:00.000-06:00

Last Thursday I met my friend and former next-door neighbor V for dinner at the MoPac location of Chinatown.

Though it is often hard for me to believe it has been so long, almost four years have passed since V and I were neighbors. No longer able to chat in our driveways and wave to each other on the way back from getting the mail, we have to be more insistent about scheduling time together. Over the years, our socializing has taken the form of meeting for drinks, going to the movies, eating dinners out, enjoying Austin's live music scene, and making an appearance at a downtown establishment that, in hindsight, may have been a little out of our league (or a little below our age bracket- though fun was had by all).

V made early contributions to the blog, sharing her fortune cookie superstitions and her daughter's actual fortune (with a sweet story of her husband's plan to keep the insert) in January and March of 2010, respectively. I can't fault her for not appearing on the blog in the past two years, as she gave birth to twin boys on my birthday in 2009 (I'm sure she planned that) and has been living the minivan dream ever since (~~apologies for the~~ inside joke). V, her now-two-year-old boys whose smiles are infectious, her supportive, charming husband, and her talented, smart, sassy daughter are building and living a happy life together.

When we were planning our outing for last week, we quickly dismissed the idea of seeing a movie in favor of dinner- safer to chat that way, especially safer than at Alamo Drafthouse, where they are serious about talking and texting. In deciding where to meet, V asked, "Is there a yummy Chinese place we could go?" We considered the different parts of town we would be coming from and decided on the centrally located Chinatown. It was then that V said, "I finally get to have a fortune with you!" What?! How was it possible that in almost seven years we had never had Chinese food together?

V had the sesame chicken; I had the orange peel beef. She opened her cookie first (and I believe added "in bed" to the end when she read it aloud):

"Your life will be happy and peaceful."

Unlike V, I did not receive an actual fortune:

"You have a deep appreciation of the arts and music."

This isn't even that original of a not-a-fortune. It's very similar to the not-a-fortune I received at my birthday dinner with Amy and Colleen (but insisted on trading for an actual fortune), for example.

I must have seemed disappointed in my not-a-fortune because V offered to trade inserts. She said a happy and peaceful life is what she wants for me. What a friend I have in V!

But you know what? I do have a deep appreciation of (for?) the arts and music, and V and I share that, which is why we go to movies and concerts (front row at Ray LaMontagne, Citizen Cope's killer acoustic set at the Cactus Cafe - both memorable). That makes for a happy life. Thank you for spending those moments with me, V. I appreciate you.

Holiday Round-Up

2012-01-12T17:11:00.000-06:00

Yes, I know the holidays have passed. However, my friends and I received these inserts during and around the winter holidays, hence the title of this post. An alternate title could have been something along the lines of "Everything Collected Since the Post Before the Last Post (the one about the Fortune Chicken)" but that seemed a bit cumbersome.

First, a bit of housekeeping: for those of you who are keeping track (probably just my friend ARM in CA), I took care of the ~~potential~~ fire hazard I wrote about in November immediately after publishing that post. You can put away your fire extinguishers.

Agostinelli sent me this not-a-fortune from the inside of a Baci chocolate at the end of November, the day after my post before the last post (the one about the Fortune Chicken).

"If God had not created woman, he would not have created flowers."

[This is attributed here to Oscar Wilde. My very brief internet research ascribes it to Lord Byron; my admittedly limited knowledge of both leads me to believe the latter over the former if pressed to choose between the two.]

Colleen sent me this photo from her family's traditional Christmas Eve Chinese food meal. (Completely unrelated: I love her family. LOVE.)

Colleen: "You look pretty."

Her mother: "You love challenge."

Her father: "You have a lively family."

Her middle brother: "It is not in your character to give up."

Her youngest brother (not pictured): "Simplicity in dress suits you."

[I believe I know this family well enough to say that each of these inserts, though not an actual fortune, is perfectly matched to its recipient.]

So this is pretty funny. My friend in CA, mentioned above in reference to the ~~potential~~ fire hazard, forwarded this from her father on New Year's Eve:

"There are times for burps and belches. This is not one of them."

I could not agree more.

Erin labeled this actual fortune the entrails of her third course (by that she means the fortune cookie insert; I didn't get it at first, either):

"Your nurturing instincts will expand to include many people."

While the cookie insert can speak to Erin's future more soundly than I can, I can attest to her nurturing capabilities. Those who find themselves the beneficiaries of her guidance and encouragement will be better for it.

These from my friend Frank (have you read his blog yet?):

"Much more grows in the garden than that which is planted there."

[My father is a gardener. While I think he would agree with this not-a-fortune, I also think he would identify much of the extraneous growth as weeds (for what it's worth).]

"We cannot do great things; only small things with great love."

[Eh. I might quibble with that.]

"Make two grins grow where there was only a grouch before."

[Um, what now?]

"Your heart will always make itself known through your words."

This not-a-fortune is mine- hooray!

And I must say, the realist in me agrees.

"Emotion hinders your true self."

From Pam, one *almost* and one actual fortune:

"You could make a name for yourself in the field of medicine."

"The star of riches will shine on you beginning next month."

Thank you to everyone who contributed to this post. Soon I will write about fortune cookie wrappers. I have amassed quite a collection over the past couple of years. Do you have any you'd like to share?

Chickens Can't Tell Fortunes...

2012-01-10T21:13:00.000-06:00

or can they? On New Year's Eve, My friends (and reliable Not-a-Fortune enablers) UnScurvyGirl and Mr. Fabulous gave me this Fortune Chicken:

Made in the Netherlands, Fortune Chickens are to be smashed "in times of confusion or great despair."

Pre-smashed Fortune Chicken:

Mid-smashing:

After a series of stomps, the Fortune Chicken revealed its message.

The only remaining photo I have of the Fortune Chicken's insert is terribly blurred. However, it reads:

"You are not an accident. The world needs you."

While smashing the Fortune Chicken did not result in delivery of an actual fortune, I can think of few more life-affirming, celebratory ways to usher in a new year than being told the world needs you. Not just one person- the whole world.

[Note: I cannot resist making a reference to the Friends episode where Phoebe gets a tattoo of the whole world (in actuality it is the size of a freckle- she was afraid of the needle). Rachel: "Phoebe got the whole world."]

Thank you to UnScurvyGirl and Mr. Fabulous for this unique contribution to the blog.

Related sidenote: I came across a song titled "Fortune Tellin' Chicken" by Shadowy Men On A Shadowy Planet (of Kids In the Hall fame). Other than a few spoken-word lines in the beginning it is instrumental, but the video is interesting. For instance, would you like to ask a chicken a question like "Am I pregnant?" How about "Does Mom like me the best?" or "Did the chicken cross the road?" Follow this link and see for yourself.

It's been a long fall, y'all

2011-11-27T00:26:00.001-06:00

Let's be clear about one thing: I do not have time to write this post. However, I need to sit here, drink a glass of wine, and think about something other than the thing that has been occupying my mind and so much of my time lately, which means I need a distraction. And I just so happen to have a collection of fortune cookie inserts begging to be posted. What, you can't hear them begging? You should listen harder. Or better. Whatever.

This is my most recent collection of fortune cookie inserts. I know what you're thinking. I used to be so organized, keeping my inserts in silver fortune cookies and cookie insert journals. Yeah, well, times have changed. It's a good day if that outlet sees a hair dryer plug. Journaling about my fortune cookie inserts is not at the top of my list.

If you were thinking that this is less of an organizational disappointment and more of a fire hazard, a) you're not welcome here, and b) I think that every time I brush my teeth. (Note to self: move cookie inserts to side of mirror.)

A few hours ago, Pam tweeted this photo to me, with the caption, "Two for two on the not-a-fortunes tonight":

"A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval."

"A purpose is the eternal condition for success."

She is correct in her assessment; however, I think there is some truth to those not-a-fortunes, no?

Pam's tweet - and that ~~fire hazard~~ collection pictured above - prompted this post.

The last time I blogged was October 9th. In the past seven weeks, a lot of people have shared fortune cookie inserts with me and I have eaten a lot of Chinese food. I do not promise to have saved everything people have sent me, nor do I promise to post every insert. But in the interest of ~~removing the fire hazard~~ clearing the books, here we go:

In mid-October, one of my longest-standing friends, Frank (whose blog you should visit if you haven't already), sent me this combination of inserts, which is ripe for analysis if only I had the time:

"A thrilling time is in your immediate future."

"It takes more than good memory to have good memories."

"You should enhance your feminine side at this time."

Apparently I had Chinese food on October 18th, as I have this saved in my iPhoto:

"It doesn't matter, who is without a flaw?"

You've gotta love a good non-specific not-a-fortune.

The Texas Book Festival came just a few days later, and it seemed like a particularly cruel form of punishment that I was stuck working in my study in the library just blocks from the festivities all weekend and unable to partake. It was pure irony when I cracked open a fortune cookie to read this:

"A house without books is like a room without windows."

And I was in a room without windows. But in a building full of books. Blocks away from a book festival. Cue confusion.

I turned 32 the following week. I wasn't interested in celebrating, but I have fantastic friends who insisted. Colleen and Amy took me to P.F. Chang's downtown, where we enjoyed an appetizer of crispy green beans (my favorite), sesame chicken, kung pao shrimp, and mongolian beef (my new favorite). After all of that, I was presented with these banana spring rolls:

The photo does not do them justice. I am hungry just thinking about all of this. Does anyone want to go back to P.F. Chang's with me?

Now, it is at this point in the meal that we ran into some trouble. Colleen opened her fortune cookie to find this:

Needless to say, she was disheartened. She asked me the protocol in such a situation. I told her my college roommate ran into this very same predicament almost a year ago. Amy and I were dissatisfied with our inserts:

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."

[I think this was Amy's original insert, but it could have been mine.]

"Your love of music will be an important part of your life."

[I think this was my original insert, but it could have been Amy's. I didn't label the photos.]

Given our dissatisfaction and Colleen's empty cookie - and, let's not kid ourselves, the fact that it was my birthday dinner - we asked for new cookies. What? Don't act like you've never done that.

These are Amy's and Colleen's ~~replacement~~ actual fortunes:

"Keep true to the dreams of your youth."

"Honesty and friendship bring you fortune."

This is my ~~replacement~~ actual birthday fortune:

"The best times of your life have not yet been lived."

Now, it is important to note that, while this is an excellent birthday fortune, I know it was not planted or somehow selected specifically for me. How do I know that? Because I used my Audriella's patented method of mixing up the cookies and making each person choose her own fortune. Duh.

A few days later, I went to visit my parents and celebrate my birthday with them. Because I love you, dear readers (and because I am facebook friends with most of you, which means you've already seen this), I will share a glimpse of what transpired when my mother and I were left alone in a big box store that weekend:

(Yes, this is what 32 looks like. It isn't pretty.)

Moving on...the same weekend, K-Felts texted me this photo of the message on the end of her teabag:

"Work, but don't forget to live."

#loveit

After a long day teaching on Halloween, I went to the grocery store and then ordered Chinese food.

"Courage is rightly considered the foremost of the virtues, for upon it, all others depend."

Erin's mom came to visit from California around the same time.

Erin: "A pleasant surprise is in store for you soon."

Erin's mom: "Now is a good time to explore the nearest coastline!"

(Was Erin's mom's visit a pleasant surprise for her? Did Erin want her mom to "explore the nearest coastline" immediately? We'll never know...)

Teresa labeled this fortune "sentimental" and a "keeper":

"Love is a present that can be given every single day you live."

While prepping Jorge (pictured below) for Erin's birthday bash, Myrtle and I enjoyed some Chinese delivery from my favorite neighborhood haunt.

Jorge

(#RIPJorge)

For reasons I can no longer recall (32 can suck it), but probably because there were three fortune cookies and only two of us, we let my dog The Nickel (remember him?) have one.

"Do not mistake temptation for opportunity."

It turns out this was the perfect warning for The Nickel, as he tried to eat his own not-a-fortune:

Seriously, Nickel? "DO NOT MISTAKE TEMPTATION FOR OPPORTUNITY."

Myrtle's fortune cookie insert read like a lyric from a Madonna song: "Express yourself: Don't hold back!" (Am I the only one who hears "Express yourself, don't repress yourself" from her Human Nature album? btw, that link will take you to the awesome YouTube video of the song. Do it.)

My not-a-fortune is torn in the upper corner not courtesy of The Nickel but because the cookie did not want to release it: "Emotion is energy in motion."

He was a tired puppy after all of that excitement:

About a week later, I was gifted with a fortune cookie bearing this:

"Don't pursue happiness - create it."

#amtrying

I wish I could properly convey to those of you who are unaware of what has been preoccupying my time this fall just how on-point the not-a-fortune on the following tiny little slip of paper is. I did not go home to my parents' house for the Thanksgiving holiday, as I usually do, in order to maximize my time spent working. Friday night, after spending the day mired in research and knowing I had several more hours of work ahead of me before bed, I ordered Chinese delivery. I ate my egg drop soup, some of my lemon chicken, and then I opened my fortune cookie:

"A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking."

I am so tired, y'all.

This Post Brought to You by My Mother, the (cookie insert) Hoarder

2011-10-09T12:43:00.000-05:00

A week ago, I joined my parents for dinner at a Chinese restaurant in San Antonio. I finished eating and selected my fortune cookie before my parents did:

"If you have no critics, you'll likely have no success."

I think it's a reverse fortune? An unfortune?

My mother's insert:

"In all matters of opinion, you always say it better."

My father and I agreed that this is just another way of saying my mother is always right. She didn't disagree with us.

My father tends to receive very appropriate cookie inserts, and this was no exception:

"It's not the end yet. Let's stay with it."

This might be one of my favorite inserts he's ever received.

It was at this point, after we shared our fortunes and not-a-fortunes, that my mother remembered she had a collection of cookie inserts in her wallet. She began to dig in the outside flap of her wallet and eventually removed five cookie inserts.

"Be mischievous and you will not be lonesome."

"New and rewarding opportunities will soon develop for you."

"Mistakes show us what we need to learn."

"Many successes will accompany you this year."

"It's important to you that money not be important."

And that's not all...

Five days later she emailed me to tell me she found yet another cookie insert on her desk at work:

"Keep your feet on the ground and your thoughts at lofty heights."

Thanks for your contributions to the blog, Mom!

Fortune Cookie Day?

2011-09-13T02:36:00.000-05:00

The question mark that concludes the title of this post is no accident. When Blonde Birdie told me that September 13th is Fortune Cookie Day, my response was that we just celebrated National Fortune Cookie Day not too long ago (in July, to be exact). Nevertheless, according to at least one source, it is Fortune Cookie Day. I don't want to be persnickety (okay, I almost always want to be persnickety, but in this case I don't want to direct my persnickety ways at fortune cookies), but what is the deal with all of these dedicated days? Have you noticed that there is a day for everything lately? I'm not complaining about National Beer Day or National Cupcake Day, necessarily, I just think it might be getting a little out of hand. You know what I'd like? National Nap Day. Or week. Or month. Perhaps I'll move to one of those countries where they take the idea of a daily siesta seriously. Where would that be, exactly? Spain? Italy? Fiji? Please say Fiji...

But I digress. Last night I wrote a thank-you note on one of these cards. I'm almost out of them. I suppose I'm in the market for new note cards. Will I find anything as perfect? (Doubtful.)

I received a few cookie inserts since my last post. So did a few of my friends. In celebration of Fortune Cookie Day (whenever that is), here they are:

I received this hedging-your-bets fortune at the end of August:

"Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there."

Not long after that, I ordered take out and got three fortune cookies. Apparently, an order for egg drop soup, shrimp spring rolls, and sesame chicken should be enough for three people on a Friday night.

"Joy comes from peace today, save the adventure till next week."

"It is up to you to create your own adventures today!"

At this point I was quite confused. Conflicting advice, much?

"If you want to win anything - a race, your self, your life - you have to go a little berserk."

Berserk it is!

Continuing in the spirit of adventure, Pam shared these inserts:

"Traveling to the south will bring you unexpected happiness."

"You have a charming way with words and should write a book."

(The bottom fortune was Pam's and her partner told her it's true. Awww.)

Erin sent two inserts, both actual fortunes:

"You are next in line for promotion in your firm."

"Something wonderful is about to happen to you."

From the way the fortunes read, Erin's life is about to get very exciting- in a good way!

This not-a-fortune came to me yesterday by way of Single Blonde's co-worker, who received it at lunch at Hwa Yuan Chinese. I had no intention of writing this post but the combination of this insert and Fortune Cookie Day was too strong a temptation.

"A woman who seeks to be equal with men lacks ambition. Ouch!!!"

#loveit

Solve the Puzzle

2011-08-31T19:43:00.002-05:00

Last weekend I turned down an offer to meet UnScurvyGirl and Mr. Fabulous for dinner so that I could stay in and work. Glamorous, I know. Maybe as a way of showing me what I was missing (or maybe just because she was thinking about me), USG sent me this photo of her Lone Star beer cap:

Can you solve the puzzle?

While I did miss out on an evening of puzzle solving, beer drinking, hipster watching, and locally sourced, inventive dining, I managed to secure a fortune by ordering takeout from China Hill:

"Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there."

Are there any more actual fortunes?

2011-08-21T21:31:00.000-05:00

Tonight I received this text from G:

"I'm beginning to wonder if there are any fortunes at all"

followed by this photo:

"Broke is only temporary; poor is a state of mind."

Yep, that's a not-a-fortune. As is this, shared with me by another friend a few weeks ago:

"Something wonderful is about to happy."

Man, I love an improperly worded not-a-fortune. What's that? This *is* a fortune? Huh. I must have been distracted by the awkward wording and lack of a period.

Write Your Own Not-a-Fortune, Win Things

2011-08-09T16:40:00.000-05:00

Do you drink Sweet Leaf Tea? Have you noticed the sayings on the undersides of the caps? They're called Grannyisms. I thought I had featured one or two on the blog in the past but a quick search returned zero results. Sweet Leaf, an Austin-based company (woo hoo!), is running a contest - the Great Grannyism Cap Off Contest. Click HERE to enter or vote on the entries.

http://www.sweetleafalmanac.com/contest/

A Fortuneless Cookie, Baby Slippers, & an Update

2011-08-04T23:50:00.000-05:00

First up, no one has commented in response to the questions I posed at the end of the last post. Feel free to click here and do that. I actually want to know what makes you save fortune cookie inserts (or not).

And now, for what's happening in the world of fortune cookies:

Pam shared these two inserts, which she said were not-a-fortunes:

"Someone is looking up to you. Don't let that person down."

"You will bring sunshine into someone's life."

I told Pam that the second is an actual fortune but she says, "Maybe technically, but 'you will bring a phrase from a Stevie Wonder song into someone's life' is a pretty floppy fortune." It's tough to argue with that.

Have you seen these White Lotus "Fortune Cookies"?

Colleen sent me this pic and said the cookie is labeled "fortune cookie" but doesn't offer a fortune, even on the package. Things that make you go hmmm...

And finally, from Uncommon Goods via Myrtle, these adorable Baby Fortune Cookie Slippers, which immediately made me think of Cristina, who guest blogged here and here about her most recent pregnancy and the relevancy of fortune cookie inserts.

The tiny little inserts sticking out of the slippers say "An amazing adventure awaits you" and "From small beginnings come great things." Cristina's baby girl was born just a few weeks ago. Congratulations! Now go kiss that elephant! ;)

Which Ones to Keep, and Where to Save Them?

2011-08-03T11:32:00.000-05:00

A few days ago Jenny Gardiner, whose new book happens to feature fortune cookie inserts in some "relevant" way (perhaps a blog review is in order?), told me she keeps "memorable fortunes" taped next to her desk. One of them reads, "You are the greatest person in the world." It's not a fortune, per se, but probably an insert I'd keep in plain view if I ever received it. Another reads, "You are a happy man," which is maybe a little off target for her but hey, whatever makes you smile, right?

When Jenny said she has some fortune cookie inserts taped to her desk (or nearby), I responded that I love to hear about places people store their memorable inserts. I most often hear about wallets and refrigerators. (Jenny keeps the inserts in her wallet, too.) I have a few special inserts I keep in plain view, pinned above my desk. One was given to me by UnScurvyGirl; another I received a couple of years ago. I keep the rest of my inserts (fortunes or not) in these two places, which I've written about before:

my first cookie insert holder, courtesy of Myrtle

my newest holder, thanks to Hester

This conversation with Jenny made me wonder: where do you all keep your fortune cookie inserts? More importantly, how do you decide which ones to keep and which to discard, leaving them on the table at the restaurant after having read them aloud to your dining companions, possibly laughing at their messages, or perhaps even carrying them around with you in your wallet for a few days or even weeks and then, upon finding them again and remembering why you saved them in the first place, tossing them in the nearest trash can? Respond in the comments if you feel so inclined...

Ah, Perspective

2011-07-21T15:23:00.000-05:00

I spotted an unclaimed fortune cookie on the table at work today. I was able to resist for about five hours before cracking it open. Quite a feat, if you ask me.

"Any day above ground is a good day."

Ah, perspective.

National Fortune Cookie Day

2011-07-20T12:36:00.000-05:00

A little birdie (fine, Matt over at My Daily Fortune) clued me in to the fact that today is National Fortune Cookie Day. Although it's also National Lollipop Day, so if you're not a fan of fortune cookies but are craving something sweet, reach for a celebratory Tootsie Pop today. The last time I had Chinese food it was take-out and I didn't get a fortune cookie (boo!), though I was fine with that at first because I thought I had gotten home with an order of shrimp dumplings I hadn't asked for but then I realized the dumplings were the won tons for my soup, packaged separately. Then I was upset about the lack of a fortune cookie. And now I'm kind of mad about it all over again, just recounting it for you here. So, thanks for that.

Nonetheless, it's National Fortune Cookie Day (Maybe? It could also be September 13th, the inter webs are unclear about that.), and though the blog has been somewhat inactive for the past few months, I didn't want to pass up the chance to share the inserts people have been sharing with me. Y'all are so thoughtful.

Agostinelli sent me this Magic Hat cap. Isn't it perfect? We've all had those days. Maybe you're having one today. You know what to do.

Following dinner with his work friends, BoogieRoc gathered their inserts and found a distinct lack of fortunes in the bunch. One cookie included the same insert three times, which is pretty funny given its message:

"A fanatic is one who can't change his mind, and won't change the subject."

Becky sent me this from Tennessee:

"Be prepared to modify your plans."

I think this is the first time we've had a cough drop not-a-fortune, courtesy of Hillary:

I am about 99% certain this is from one of my meals, but I can't remember much else about it. Which is maybe ironic:

"Be unconventional, even visionary."

This also came to me via Twitter, and may be our only actual fortune of the bunch:

"Your eyes will soon be opened to a world full of beauty, charm, and adventure."

My friend Abbey and her father-in-law received the same not-a-fortune after sharing a meal a few weeks ago (and it's one we've seen before):

"Someone is interested in you. Keep your eyes open."

Pam shared hers as well:

"Your judgment is a little off at this time. Rely on friends."

[This reminds me of the "Friends" episode where Rachel decides she sucks at decision-making and tells Monica to make all of her decisions for her.]

Colleen got this not-a-fortune about three weeks ago:

"Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence."

Last week she received these:

"There is a true and sincere friendship between you and your friends."

"You find beauty in ordinary things, do not lose this ability."

I leave you with two photos of beer caps Erin and I collected over the past few weeks:

The one on the right says, "Ya sure, ya betcha," which I like to say in my best midwestern accent, which is admittedly not very good (it is in fact very, very bad).

The middle cap says, "Washes down whatever the world serves up." This needs to be paired with Agostinelli's cap from the beginning of this post.

Okay, that's all for now. I have a couple of other photos people have shared but am having trouble uploading them right now. It may be National Fortune Cookie Day but it's also a Wednesday and I have important things to do. (What? This isn't important? NO!) Go. Enjoy your day. Eat a fortune cookie. Read the insert. Report back.

Unintentional Fortune?

2011-07-05T20:27:00.000-05:00

Colleen named this "fortune-telling wine":

Alpha Box & Dice

"The card that has the face of death- fear? No! Let the changes sweep over you, like the blade cuts away dead wood to allow fresh fruit to spring fresh."

And now, a gratuitous photo of my adorable dog on the 4th of July, because I can. And really, how cute is he?!

The Nickel:

Cold Beer!

2011-06-10T12:57:00.001-05:00

I first learned about Magic Hat beer - and the quirky sayings printed on the undersides of the caps - in March of 2010. I blogged about it. You can read that post here. You can read follow-up posts here and here. If you enter "Magic Hat" into the search box on the sidebar of this blog, you will get more results than you might expect for a blog that is ostensibly about fortune cookies, which probably says more about how much I like beer than it does about anything else. I'm fine with that. I have friends who like beer, too, and when they drink beer that offers a bonus - such as a quirky saying on the underside of the cap - they share that message with me.

Here's @agostinelli's Magic Hat cap:

"Don't Think Twice, it's All Right."

And here's @hillarykwiatek's:

"Put a glide in yo' stride, and a dip in yo' hip"

[Personally, I appreciate the correct use of the apostrophe in this one. #grammarnerd]

With the heat of summer already upon us, I foresee more cold beer in our future...

What She Said

2011-06-07T21:30:00.002-05:00

My friend K-Felts is visiting our nation's capital, where she received this message on the underside of a SoBe Green Tea cap:

"That's what she said"

[Confession: I don't watch The Office. When this saying became really popular a couple of years ago, I was unaware of its origin* and instead of playing along I would complain about its vulgarity. People who know me well don't understand why I don't like The Office. I don't have a good answer for this except that dry, uncomfortable humor isn't my kind of funny. It may seem out of character for me, but I enjoy two types of humor much more: 1. physical comedy, and 2. sarcasm. Regardless, my friends who think I should like The Office will sometimes have it on while I'm there and they will look at me expectantly- they will watch me watching the show. And when I laugh, as I inevitably do, they reiterate that I should like the show. And yet I don't, though I no longer find the saying "That's what she said" vulgar.]

*The phrase "That's what she said" originated in a Saturday Night Live "Wayne's World" sketch with Mike Myers and Dana Carvey but has gained notoriety thanks to Steve Carell's The Office character Michael Scott.

First Chinese BBQ: Not-a-Review

2011-05-31T21:35:00.000-05:00

This afternoon Erin asked what I was doing for dinner. I think my response was, "I haven't thought that far." She suggested Chinese food, something I rarely turn down. We went to her favorite Chinese restaurant in Austin - First Chinese BBQ. Located in Austin's Chinatown, which I wrote a little about in this post, First Chinese BBQ offers traditional Chinese cuisine at reasonable prices. (According to its website. I haven't been to China, so I wouldn't know what's traditional and what isn't.) We shared the BBQ pork and wonton noodle soup, the BBQ pork and roast duck on rice, and the crispy chicken with lemongrass. It was fantastic, though the entire restaurant seems to have never heard of knives.

I learned that, according to the Chinese calendar, I am a Sheep:

"Elegant and creative, you are timid and prefer anonymity. You are most compatible with Boars and Rabbits but never the Ox."

Erin and I both received actual fortunes, and she says she always gets fortunes from First Chinese BBQ. Lucky!

Erin's: "You will soon find more adventure in life."

[I love this - Erin is all about adventure, and she has made travel her One Big Thing for 2011. Click the link to visit her blog and read more about it.]

Mine: "Your sports team will be very successful this year."

HOOK 'EM HORNS!!!