Fortune Cookies For Breakfast

// August 12th, 2010 // 6 Comments » // curiosity, painting

The project I set myself today was to make use of the fortunes from the fortune cookies that came with last night’s Chinese dinner. I used them in the painting above. My son and I cracked the cookies open this morning and munched on them while I read out our fortunes.

It sort of went like this:

*crack*

Your blessings will multiply this coming month. Good luck!

Me: Well Finn, that’s good. Who doesn’t like blessings? I do! Like them, I mean.

Finn: munch munch. (Stares, unblinking.)

Me: What’s next?

*crack*

Patience is your alley at the moment. Don’t worry!

Whoops! Alley? What kind of fortune cookie creepiness is this? (Yes, it really says ‘alley’–click on the image to read )

Ally maybe? Is that  a mistranslation? It must be a mistranslation.

ha-ha-ha that’s funny. Ally good–alley bad.

And thank goodness too, alleys freak me out. You never know who might be lurking in one. Not me, that’s for sure. Isn’t that right Finn?

Finn: chomp chomp.

Me (thinking): I’m not sure I want a fortune cookie telling me “Don’t Worry!” Seems suspicious to me, does it know something I don’t know?

*Crack*

Finn: chomp chomp.

Me: chomp chomp. read read.

Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you.

Me (thinking): I can barely remember what kind of  Chinese food we even ate, good luck remembering todays date in three months time.

Finn: “Are there any more?”

*crack*

A bold and dashing adventure is soon in your future.

Me: Wow. Dashing? Bold is good–adventure and what-not–but dashing just sounds strenuous and unnecessary to me.

Finn: chomp chomp.

*****

A half hour later Finn is running (dashing?) in circles around the living room and through the kitchen whooping it up.

I’m left pondering the merits of feeding a four year-old fortune cookies before breakfast. I can feel my blessings multiply as he runs.

Muse Missives: Invitation

// July 6th, 2010 // 8 Comments » // creativity, curiosity, missive

Dear Muse,

You are cordially invited to attend our upcoming creative endeavour.

It will be a simple affair with moderate amounts of paint, paper, string, sweet drinks, balloons, and birdsong provided.

We have taken the liberty of placing a sturdy chair beside the apple tree. We can also organize a faux-Classical Greek fountain if needed. Seriously. We live very close to a Home Depot.

You may be aware that my artistic side is fickle, fizzled, and occasionally crabby. We’re sure you can find a graceful way to be with this slightly hoonish part of me. I will be there to mediate if necessary.

There will be geese wandering the grounds, you may wish to wear boots.

There is no need to bring wine (though feel free), a small bag of bread crusts will suffice.

Breathlessly awaiting your arrival,

Dave.