Last night at the multi-million dollar backpat-fest that is the Oscars, Harrison Ford and Sandra Bullock narrated a short piece recognizing and thanking all of the behind the scenes people who “make the stars shine so brightly”. It’s a nice piece listing the many different professionals who work ridiculous hours at low pay so that the glitteratti can make their 20 million dollar paychecks.
So naturally, the Academy Awards cancelled it. Thanks, guys. I guess what America really wanted was another sixty seconds of Jack Nicholson’s schtick.
Today, life is great.
We just got back from Sing after a late night of celebration and commiseration. I think it was the best show I’ve ever seen, and I was extremely proud of everyone involved. Now comes the time when I reorganize and step back for a bit to review the year. I’ll evaluate what went well and what went poorly and try to figure out how to make next year even better. Immediate post-sing is a huge rush for everyone for a few days (not unlike the adrenaline rush from skydiving). Shortly after comes a feeling of denouement and sadness that it’s all over. Can it ever be this good again?
Yes it can.
Sorry for the long drought. I’m in the middle of Sing again so I can’t really post much. I will, however, give you a small peek into the experience by linking to Barry’s post.
Everyone up here is sick, and I mean everyone. Well, almost. It’s still statistically possible to be among the healthy, but not if you have any meaningful contact with another member of humanity. I’ve heard of seven people who have been hospitalized with type A flu (that’s the kind that is really anal about getting stuff done, I guess). And that’s just today. It’s actually kind of frightening. I led a rehearsal for a group of 80 people tonight. The leaders told them that they had to come unless they were throwing up. Do you know how many weren’t there? Thirty. At least half of some of the groups are down with something or other.
I don’t know how I’ve avoided it (and I’m not sure I’ll get out unscathed). I have washed my hands more in the last ten days than I have in the previous fifty, I’m sure, and I’ve gone through half of a large bottle of Purell. It’s interesting to see how the Plague has affected our interactions. Nobody here shakes hands any more. By unspoken agreement we all began adopting the “fist bump” sort of greeting where you both make a fist and knock knuckles gently. When the sickness has run its course and the last vestiges of humanity are wandering the empty streets, we’ll all recognize each other by the bruised knuckles. I haven’t sat down next to someone closer than three feet in days. Weird. As a survival mechanism, it seems to be working. I just really pity the poor performers who are singing and dancing with the flu. Yuck. You can do anything for seven minutes, I guess.
Side note: I’m not a germophobe (which looks like somebody afraid of Germans), but when every other person around you looks like warmed over death, you start to think seriously about keeping healthy. Barry had it last week and we traded the piano position every seven minutes for three nights (15 hours of performances!). I didn’t get it only because we were both swimming in lavendar Purell. I hate lavendar Purell now.
Purple and Brown! For you Aardman fans.
Old Billy Boy has gone off his meds:
In a Vista-pimping interview with Newsweek yesterday, Bill Gates appears to be taking off the gloves with an all-out attack on the Mac. When questioned about accusations of copying Mac OS X features, Bill began accusing Apple of the exact opposite, and he also postulated that “maybe we shouldn’t have showed so publicly the stuff we were doing.” While he is of course referring to the 2003 demonstration of Longhorn, this isn’t even the half of it. Bill also tried to turn their reputation for swiss-cheese security around on Apple, claiming:
“Nowadays, security guys break the Mac every single day. Every single day, they come out with a total exploit, your machine can be taken over totally. I dare anybody to do that once a month on the Windows machine.”
It’s marketing 2.0! It doesn’t matter how outrageous the claim, Just trumpet the opposite loudly enough and get enough uninformed people to believe it and it’ll eventually be true! Or at least you’ll get a lot of clueless consumers to think it might be true. Geeze, louise, is this guy serious!?!?
Some insane craftsman scratch-built a scale Russion SU-27 fighter jet that you have to see to believe. It’s worth taking ten minutes to page through the 60+ pages to see the result. Incredible.
The Periodic Table of Tools. link