I watched random bits of the Oscars between making 16 oz. Amaretto Sours. Mostly I yawned. Mostly I thought about an article I read that explained the complexities of camera assignments. Like, for example, your cue is on Tom Hanks. If he wins, you got it easy and you just keep your camera on him. But if someone else wins, you've got this infinitely complex arrangement of celebrities you have to pan to and focus on instead.
Hey Ohio, I'm not sorry about your snow. Everyday I look at my soon-to-be-daffodils and I do little cheers for them, because it wasn't so long ago that there was a mini-glacier inching across our backyard. Crouching daffodil, hidden crocus.
So James's's's friend Chuck was here. He and James took off to meet the 12:05 Greyhound outta Ames. Meanwhile, Paul and I sat on the couch eating fake meat products, and it slowly dawned on us that Chuck's all-important bus ticket was sitting on the bookshelf. But there wasn't much we could do, other than speculate about whether that was REALLY the bus ticket. So James and Chuck came crashing back into the apartment about 20 minutes later, frantic for the bus ticket, and I guess Chuck made it back to the station on time. I'm not sure why I've related this bit of the evening to the Blog, other than it illustrates one of those situations where you know you ought to help out but can't possibly figure out how to do it, so you just shrug and watch Star Trek and enjoy your fake meat products.
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