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The thing about coincidences is that from a statistical point of view, they are exceedingly common, as backwards as that may seem at first. Yes, it's true that a specific and pre-selected coincidence has a slim chance of occurring, but if you're just looking for any coincidence, you can bet one will occur. A “lucky” person is a person who recognizes those coincidences and integrates them positively into their lives.
This morning in the mail I got thirty copies of my friend Ryoichi Maeda's new book (you may have read his Japanese translation of my own book, but this one is all his). Anyway, I walked the boxes down to the post office so BMEshop can get them in stock (by Friday probably). I tend to have good relations on the whole with my postal workers — the old Bathurst postman was a BME reader and I've bumped into my current one socially, and the store near me gives me discounts for no apparent reason other than a lot of smiling and politeness (although they're not so nice to Rachel).
The boxes I was shipping in were labeled with JapanPost and as I was finishing up I was approached by an immediately charming woman who told me she'd just returned from Japan herself. We talked a little and she told me that her most recent book — the most recent of eleven — in fact was about the lives of Japanese women. It turns out I was talking to the artist and writer Patricia Morley, which was really super cool (although I admit that my artschool brain with its drug-destroyed memory didn't clue in to exactly who I was talking to until five minutes after I left).
Anyway, I've met my fair share of celebrities, and I far prefer encounters like this one where you meet really obviously wonderful people and later realize that encounter as “star studded.” I hope I didn't make too much of a fool of myself, I was pretty wired and must have seemed really scatterbrained and kooky. Oh wait, that's probably an accurate assessment of me anyway.
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