It’s the start of the Chinese New Year today. Go have a fortune cookie. I went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch today with my pal and co-worker Ryan. A restaurant that just so happened to be called Fortune Cookie. And this was the fortune he got in his cookie:
Wow. Well if that ain’t the old kick in the teeth for you. Ryan was kind of irked. “You get a freaking fortune cookie, you expect something,” he said exasperatingly. “Well,” I sighed, “that probably is the most fitting thing you could get. I mean, you really don’t get a ‘fortune’ anymore and it’s not exactly a ‘cookie’. I’ve always thought they should be called Crumbly Advice or Slightly Sweet Sageisms.”
So far, this Year of the Ox is not looking to be living up to its potential. The Ox represents wealth and prosperity and as I listen to the news, see what’s happening around me, I’m thinking the ox has fallen down on his job. Maybe he’s contracted Mad Cow disease.
I’m hoping that I won’t have too many working holidays in this pretty ugly economy because in my unbiased opinion, this minor crisis of a healthy downturn is adding to the deafening silence of commerce around the globe. Good grief. It seems that the only choice we have in this tragic comedy of financial errors is to act naturally, keep spending, even though we are clearly confused. Some give even odds that we’re headed for a Great Depression. Or Mars. Same difference. We’re all alone in the same crowd.
(Count how many oxymorons I used and win a prize. All to celebrate the Year of the Ox.)