Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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"Yes. Manly colors. Burly walnut furniture."<br />
"Hai Karate aftershave."<br />
"Yeah, yeah - he still uses words like 'aftershave.'"<br />
"And he invites his friends over for dinner parties, but the food is from some other period in history.<br />
Cherries Jubilee."<br />
"Baked Alaska."<br />
"T-bone steaks."<br />
"Fondue."<br />
I asked, "What are his friends' names?"<br />
"Chester. Roy. And Alphonse - Alphonse is the exotic one with a hint of 'the dance' in his past. And<br />
Francesca, the beautiful but broke fifth daughter of a disgraced Rust Belt vacuum cleaner tycoon."<br />
"Possibly someone, Francesca even, is wearing a cravat."<br />
I thought Jason was the most talkative man I'd ever met, but I later found out he'd said more to me in<br />
those two hours than he'd spoken to all the people in his life in the past decade. He was obviously a born<br />
talker, but he needed a ventriloquist's dummy to speak through. Somehow that dorky giraffe on the<br />
counter had pressed hison button, and we had just invented the first of a set of what I would call fusion<br />
entities - characters, that could only exist when the two of us were together.<br />
I asked, "What kind of car would Gerard drive?"<br />
"Car? That's simple. A 1973 Ford LTD Brougham sedan with a claret-colored vinyl roof, white leather<br />
interior and opera windows."<br />
"Perfect."<br />
In the end, I think the relationships that survive in this world are the ones where the two people can finish<br />
each other's sentences. Forget drama and torrid sex and the clash of opposites. Give me banter any day<br />
of the week. And our characters were the best banterers going.<br />
When Jason left to go pick up his nephews that day, he took my number with him and called me, and<br />
that was that.<br />
* * *<br />
Barb just phoned. She's arrived in Redwood City, south of San Francisco, where she works with Chris<br />
- Cheryl's brother. The Cheryl. I'm no dum-dum on the score, but Jason and Cheryl was so long ago.<br />
We move on, or rather, Jason sure tries.<br />
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