I drove this morning. The riders were sickeningly normal. We can't continue this way Uber Rider Nation. Don't you know I need your odd jobs, odd lives, and odd personalities in order to find my own normality?
I need the mad, the bad, the sad, and the ide rich.
Bring me your weirdness, your dysfunction, your muddled asses. The warmth and comfort of the Big Red Truck await you where you can spill your guts to Big Ken. Don't worry, he will only tell a few thousand of his closest acquaintances about you on Facebook and Twitter.
But I digress.
What I really meant to write about today is something that has bothered me for a long time.
Who is it, after all, that writes those sayings inside Chinese fortune cookies? Doesn't that bother you, not knowing? These strangers who purport to know our future after selling us a couple of servings of fried rice?
For a long time it was apparently Donald Lau, an accountant for God's sake.
Here's a link if you need a lot of detail:
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2005/06/06/cookie-master
(And by the way if you need a lot of detail on this topic I would love to be your Uber driver a couple of times.)
I can see Donald's face on the Mt. Rushmore of Chinese restaurants. Maybe along with the inventor of MSG, the person who thought of putting sweet and sour together in a way you can never taste the sour, and of course, the person who came up with Moo Goo Gai Pan.
Isn't that so lyrical? I love saying it. It makes me feel fashionably international, like I'm getting ready to do a Most Interesting Man in the World commercial.
I don't really like the dish but sometimes order it just so I can say it out loud. Moo. Goo. Gai. Pan.
Just savor the beauty of that phrase. Roll it around in your mouth like a steamed wonton.
Well, enough of that. I'm off to have lunch with DJ Andrew, who when asked by me if he wanted to get together famously replied:
"I be down to meet up."
So, if you're ever in Nashville, I Be Down To Meet Up.
KS
I need the mad, the bad, the sad, and the ide rich.
Bring me your weirdness, your dysfunction, your muddled asses. The warmth and comfort of the Big Red Truck await you where you can spill your guts to Big Ken. Don't worry, he will only tell a few thousand of his closest acquaintances about you on Facebook and Twitter.
But I digress.
What I really meant to write about today is something that has bothered me for a long time.
Who is it, after all, that writes those sayings inside Chinese fortune cookies? Doesn't that bother you, not knowing? These strangers who purport to know our future after selling us a couple of servings of fried rice?
For a long time it was apparently Donald Lau, an accountant for God's sake.
Here's a link if you need a lot of detail:
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2005/06/06/cookie-master
(And by the way if you need a lot of detail on this topic I would love to be your Uber driver a couple of times.)
I can see Donald's face on the Mt. Rushmore of Chinese restaurants. Maybe along with the inventor of MSG, the person who thought of putting sweet and sour together in a way you can never taste the sour, and of course, the person who came up with Moo Goo Gai Pan.
Isn't that so lyrical? I love saying it. It makes me feel fashionably international, like I'm getting ready to do a Most Interesting Man in the World commercial.
I don't really like the dish but sometimes order it just so I can say it out loud. Moo. Goo. Gai. Pan.
Just savor the beauty of that phrase. Roll it around in your mouth like a steamed wonton.
Well, enough of that. I'm off to have lunch with DJ Andrew, who when asked by me if he wanted to get together famously replied:
"I be down to meet up."
So, if you're ever in Nashville, I Be Down To Meet Up.
KS
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