I can dig spectacle. It just needs to be way more spectacular for me to get into it. I am thinking: North Korean Oscars. Dubai Oscars. Oscars staged for Alexander the Great.
I like the psychological spectacle. The fashion. The idea of awards in connection with creative pursuits. The idea of “art”. How spectacularly wrong most of the assessments are. What it shows and tells us about popular culture and the culture at large. In short, I love it.
Jupiter, Venus, and the crescent moon are going to align in a beautiful way early this evening, just as they did last night. That’s really good to look at.
Okay, I haven’t chimed in. Whatever one may think of Gweneth as an actor, her dress is the best I saw. (A simple white sheath. Of the past few years of Oscar red carpet, I would count Nicole Kidman the best dressed and elegant. Gweneth came close, tonight.)
We had to get over to the party at 3:30 or so, to get crudite in the ovens, so we could be ready for guests and the red carpet at 5:00. We’d mis-read, red-carpet started at 6:00, so I was well-tanked by 7:30 when the show actually started.
In preparation this afternoon, I started watching “Moneyball.” again. (Danny’d told me we’d watched it before, but I didn’t remember an iota of it. Slept through it, I guess.) To see why Cousin Brad would be nominated for it instead of “Tree of Life.”
Brad is quite good in Moneyball. Also in Tree of Life. (Much as Tree of Life deserves attention, I fear it will fall by the wayside.)
I’m home now in the garage, fairly well in my cups. I could go in to watch the end of the show, but I can also get the news in the morning. So maybe I’ll just sit here, quietly, and have another cig then go up to bed.
Erica, the alignment here in the Driftless Region was/is stunning. Wish you’d been here. Bet your halter dress was/is stunning. Bonus: if you’d been here in the Driftless, I’d have made sure we wouldn’t have watched the Oscars.
Rick, I think you’re probably right. She was reminding me of someone in the eyes, something I’m usually pretty good at, and I couldn’t quite figure it out.
Something in the eyes. Or in the earned-run-average. Moneyball is a metaphor I can’t let go of just now.
Like I’ve told the members of the Greensman, “It’s a number, boys and girls. Just like the number of square yards of sod needed to cover a space. It’s ‘feet wide by feet long.’ It is a number.”
To which traditional holiday are the Oscars analogous?
I’m going with The Super Bowl is to Christmas as The Oscars is to New Years.
Wait, we’ve got to shift that to Thanksgiving and Christmas, right?
To answer your question: Fuck the Oscars. I don’t give a fuck. In fact, I actively hate the Oscars. Stupid awards. Boring show. What’s not to hate?
I know I’m an asshole. I don’t care. The Oscars make my gorge rise.
It’ll work. I hate New Year’s Eve (and Day), too.
Let the games begin.
Sheila, I perceive it as a what? A spectacle, I guess.
The Oscars = January 20. Inauguration Day. Swearing-in of the President.
Wake me when it’s over.
I can dig spectacle. It just needs to be way more spectacular for me to get into it. I am thinking: North Korean Oscars. Dubai Oscars. Oscars staged for Alexander the Great.
The Oscar ceremonies just feel to me like an expensive Rotary Club roast.
I’m beginning to feel like a crazy person.
I like the psychological spectacle. The fashion. The idea of awards in connection with creative pursuits. The idea of “art”. How spectacularly wrong most of the assessments are. What it shows and tells us about popular culture and the culture at large. In short, I love it.
For some unfathomable reason I can’t achieve that degree of distance.
I think I must feel something like what Brandon Hobson was recalling when he told me he was amazed that I could enter a WalMart and be amused.
Yeah, exactly.
Jupiter, Venus, and the crescent moon are going to align in a beautiful way early this evening, just as they did last night. That’s really good to look at.
Yeah, that trumps this for sure.
You can probably watch both.
Hot damn! Like right now! It’ll last for a while longer. But it’s really spectacularly beautiful.
Yes, beautiful. I asked them what they were wearing.
One of them was wearing Stella McCartney, I think.
Good eye.
Binocular duct-taped to a tripod.
I’m not sure I realized just how bad an actress Gwyneth Paltrow was.
Shelia, the party I’m at has a rooftop terrace and the alignment is spectacular. Also, you’d dig my toile halter dress.
Aged Max von Sydow makes me sad.
Joel, I had a similar thought about Winona Ryder about ten years ago.
Okay, I haven’t chimed in. Whatever one may think of Gweneth as an actor, her dress is the best I saw. (A simple white sheath. Of the past few years of Oscar red carpet, I would count Nicole Kidman the best dressed and elegant. Gweneth came close, tonight.)
We had to get over to the party at 3:30 or so, to get crudite in the ovens, so we could be ready for guests and the red carpet at 5:00. We’d mis-read, red-carpet started at 6:00, so I was well-tanked by 7:30 when the show actually started.
In preparation this afternoon, I started watching “Moneyball.” again. (Danny’d told me we’d watched it before, but I didn’t remember an iota of it. Slept through it, I guess.) To see why Cousin Brad would be nominated for it instead of “Tree of Life.”
Brad is quite good in Moneyball. Also in Tree of Life. (Much as Tree of Life deserves attention, I fear it will fall by the wayside.)
I’m home now in the garage, fairly well in my cups. I could go in to watch the end of the show, but I can also get the news in the morning. So maybe I’ll just sit here, quietly, and have another cig then go up to bed.
Rick, what did you think of Milla Jovovich’s dress? I thought it was lovely.
Yes, Deron. Second best IMHO. And I think she has talent we haven’t really seen yet.
Erica, the alignment here in the Driftless Region was/is stunning. Wish you’d been here. Bet your halter dress was/is stunning. Bonus: if you’d been here in the Driftless, I’d have made sure we wouldn’t have watched the Oscars.
Rick, I think you’re probably right. She was reminding me of someone in the eyes, something I’m usually pretty good at, and I couldn’t quite figure it out.
Sheila, next year, let’s watch the Super Bowl and the Oscars. Of course, I also want to watch the Super Bowl with Michael Smith and Andrew.
Grammy Awards, too? I’ll make the nachos.
I insist we watch the 2012 Eurovision Awards.
Something in the eyes. Or in the earned-run-average. Moneyball is a metaphor I can’t let go of just now.
Like I’ve told the members of the Greensman, “It’s a number, boys and girls. Just like the number of square yards of sod needed to cover a space. It’s ‘feet wide by feet long.’ It is a number.”
Sure, I’ll watch the Grammys with you.