Honestly, it’s not something I’ve been following too much recently. It’s not something that too many people have really been talking about. I somewhat recall a commentary I heard on NPR a couple weeks ago about the majority of the industry questioning the Academy because of its choice to nominate what should be highest regarded, rather than what people are seeing – many of the films in the ranks never even screened in a lot of smaller cities. I didn’t even know it was on tonight until Carla and I were sitting having dinner at Max & Erma’s and I noticed (oh wow) that the Oscars were on. So, we snuggled into one side of the booth together to read the closed-captioning (albeit delayed) and tried to make sense of what was on screen without the synchronization. Once again, I’ve come to highly respect the Deaf and Hard of Hearing as they deal with this every day.
So, I got sucked in – and learned that, after many announcements of “and the Oscar goes to” … Slumdog Millionaire apparently takes all. I’d really never heard of this film.
The rest of the weekend has been filled mostly with sitting around and feeling viral, and pressuring Adrian to listen to my stories of parasites so he could become tortured about what really goes on in nature every day (I was educated thanks to some reading material that Carla pushed on me). During it all, I’ve been attempting to re-prioritize my time so that personal goals (more healthily) stand above work-related ones. I’m still working on this.
From an e-mail sent to a friend Friday night:
[Another friend] was somewhat right in that I’m hurting for money .. right in that time is money, and I’m more-so hurting for time. I’ve let work take over my life and have now found myself knee-deep in February and months behind schedule regarding everything that I have my sights set on in real-life. Work tends to do this to me from time to time — and with winter, the days just pass by in a hazy fog of snow and depression. Over the last week I’ve been trying to re-prioritize my days and get back to the stuff that I, you know, enjoy about life. Instead of working – non-stop – with no end in sight. Damn the man.
The strange thing about time slipping away is the anxiety that it gives me regarding things I know that I’ve let lapse. I get into a bad habit of saying: I’ll do that tomorrow. And then tomorrow becomes next month, and by next month I’ve let things lapse so bad that either people are mad at me or I’m mad at myself for simply being negligent. Oh, the things we’re always trying to change. Lose weight? No problem. Become accountable — oh frack!
Oh, and after catching up with my DVR on Saturday afternoon, much of my weekend has been dedicated to pondering — what really happened to our beloved Kara Thrace? Guess we’ll find out next week.
I had no idea because I don’t watch the stupid Oscars.
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