Archive for January, 2013

Love Those Fortune Cookies, Part 24

January 23, 2013

fortune20cookieJan. 23, 2013

I don’t know why I do this to myself.

Sometimes, when I’m out somewhere and wrapped up with writing and I let time fly, and I’m not home for dinner, I’ll end up going to a Chinese buffet. It’s cheap enough ($10), and it’s all-you-can-eat and, as someone who can’t quite afford my favorite sushi place, it has some objects that resemble sushi (just add soy sauce, ginger and wasabi).

That’s what I did a couple nights ago. Went to my usual Starbucks and got wrapped up in a lengthy conversation, and next thing I knew, it was close to 8:00. So I packed up and traipsed a couple miles up the Post Road to this one buffet. It’s not that good, really, but I invariably overeat and later feel not so great. I don’t make a habit of this, but once in a while, I give in.

I felt a little funny. And on this particular evening, even the fortune was a little funny. Never came across one the likes of this before, that’s for sure — my first-ever product-placement fortune cookie:

“Next time, order the shrimp.”

I’m not thinking there’s gonna be a next time at this point. At least for a while. Next time, I’ll eat better. But I’m not sure it’ll entail shrimp …

Jan. 9, 2008 (My Feast of the Epiphany)

January 9, 2013
You don't know this yet, but five years from now, you're gonna be one gorgeous babe.

You don’t know this yet, son, but five years from now, you’re gonna be one gorgeous, styling babe.

(c) 2013, Fran Fried

In much of Christianity, January 6 is the Feast of the Epiphany — the commemoration of the revelation of God the son in human form through Jesus, whether it be the visitation of the Magi to the baby in the manger (Western Christianity) or the grownup Jesus’ baptism in the Jordan (Eastern Christianity). (And thanks to Lys Guillorn for reminding me of that a couple nights ago.)

In the life of this estranged Catholic, the Feast of the Epiphany takes place three days later. It was five years ago this very evening, January 9, 2008, that Fran the daughter was revealed to a fat, schleppy, uncertain, middle-aged man with no self-esteem in the middle of California, in a voice so loud and creepy that it sounded as if it came from outside my body.

My life, as you can imagine, was never the same after that. And thank God for that. And I can’t believe it’s been that long ago already.

With the distance of time, it’s hard for me in current form to comprehend what has happened to me. Oh, I sure as hell do know what happened. I just still can’t believe I listened to that voice and acted on it. Smartest and best thing I’ve ever done.

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Five Songs, Part 105

January 4, 2013

Jan. 4, 2013

This Koach stops at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

This Koach stops at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

Welcome to the first Five Songs of 20(Lucky)13 — so I hope. Yesterday, my old college pal, dormmate and frat brother Jim brought up something numerical that hadn’t hit me: yesterday was 1/3/13. So, I lead off a day late with a couple of 1313 references, because they sound so much sexier than 1413. A throwback to the residents of 1313 Mockingbird Lane: Grandpa, Herman, Lily, Eddie and Marilyn.

What did you expect — 13 songs? Just five this week. Have fun and stay warm …

Tilt-A-Whirl — 1313 Mockingbird Lane

Munsters — Comateens

13 Women — Bill Haley & His Comets

13 Steps Lead Down — Elvis Costello

13 Ghosts — Marshmallow Overcoat