Anguilla. It's 11

Hello.

Let's go back to the geography classes in which you didn't pay attention (neither did I).

1. Caribbean : somewhere south of Key West

2. Caribbean Sea : once referred to as the Spanish Lake.  Get James Michener's "Caribbean" on your Kindle.  It will start the fire deep inside you.

3. Antilles.  Nobody paid attention when they taught this 😅

4. Antilles II : they form an inverted "L", more or less, when you're looking at a map

5. Greater Antilles : the bottom of the inverted L, in this case, a line segment (my, my, my... a line "segment", aren't we the studious type) that is in the northern part of the Caribbean.  It's the Caymans, Cuba, Hispaniola, Puerto Rico, the USVI, the BVI and, at the junction, Anguilla and St. Maarten.

6. Lesser Antilles : the eastern boundary of the Caribbean Sea; the more or less north/south string of island nations that I'll map so I don't have to list them all

7. Most of you haven't been here.  That is not a good life fact.

8. Most of you haven't been here II.  I think we can fix that.

9.  Anguilla is fabulous.  Just sayin'. It's a fact.

10.  I believe that I have found the best place to experience Anguilla.  I may set up a group trip.

11.  Who's up for it?

More to come, next installment of Neveradullmoment.  I can't wait!!! and I write it 😊

Check Your Pockets

Today is an example of either how fractionalized we have become OR how wide ranging are our choices.

In Daytona, Florida, NASCAR will debut its new season with its marquee event, the Daytona 500.

In Chicago,  the NBA will stage its annual look-at- me pageant, the NBA All Star Game.

If I were to poll most of the people with whom I interact day-in day-out and asked them to name some NASCAR drivers, most would be flummoxed momentarily and would likely offer up....Dale Earnhardt..and...hold on, hold on...yeah...Jeff Gordon!

Deceased.  Retired.

Likewise, if I were to poll the same group to summon up a couple of NBA names, I expect to get Kobe Bryant and...hold on, hold on...of course...Michael Jordan!

Deceased.  Retired.

Golf?  Everyone knows  Phil. Tiger.  Rory. Patrick.  Alive and kickin'.

Draw your own conclusions.

I went to 5 of these.  Now I have meat in my pockets  

Speaking of meat...Yesterday I took mi esposa out for a Valentine's Day lunch at Gibson's. When we had finished our meals, we headed out into the cold to reclaim the car.  I handed the ticket to the lad at the valet station and immediately jammed my hands into my coat pockets, it was cold, you see.  Now imagine your hands thrust into your warm pockets and feeling...some clammy, soft mass of omg what the hell is...somebody crapped in my coat pocket???

I pulled a chunk of steak, ugh, out and knew who.

"Sandie!?"

She looks and bursts into laughter.

The wife has developed the habit of bringing home from restaurants a little something for the dog.  She had hacked off a hunk of her filet to bring home and stuffed it in what she thought was her pocket. Pretty funny.  Pretty disgusting.  

Oh, yeah..there's XFL football, too, if you can't do without that for a while.

That is all.

Oscars...but no Billy Crystal.

The Academy Awards, aka the Oscars, will be awarded this Sunday.

The first awards were presented in 1929.  The first Best Picture award went to "Wings".  I have seen that movie, believe it or not, and read about the making of the film.  It is truly amazing work for its time.

Fast forward to present day : I have resolved, yet again, to not watch the current awards show so as to avoid ranting and hollering at the television when a succession of people who make their living pretending to be someone other than who they are deign to take the opportunity of their moment in the spotlight to tell the world how to behave (that is a really long sentence, yes).  When this happens, I  begin to spew a vitriolic gospel punctuated, nay, brimming with abrupt common profanities.

My spouse barely raises an eyebrow anymore.

I confess, I will end up watching the show, at least for a while.  I will rant and holler.

It's what I do.

Wondering about the trophies?.

The Oscar statuettes used to be made in Chicago.

Then, just like Marshall Field & Co., and their famed Frango Mints,  Jays Potato Chips, the Chicago (now Arizona by way of St. Louis)  NFL Cardinals football team and a lot of other stuff that I will research some other time, Oscar went elsewhere.  If the trophy source is of interest, here's a link to the current maker and their story  (click) Oscar not Mayer .

As for the performances and productions, this year I have seen more of them than I customarily would have seen,  thanks to the contemporary express method of delivering content which bypasses our local theaters, in my case Apple TV.  The big categories are always of interest:

Best Picture Nominees - there are 9 nominees!   I've seen 5 of them.  My guess is either The Joker or Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.  That's out of the films I have seen, so if it's one of the others, I cannot comment, other than to snort derisively.  Note: if you cannot snort derisively, I can train you to do so.  I am, as they say, adept in this skill.

Best Actor - 5 nominees, I have seen 4.  Predicted winner : Joaquin Phoenix in The Joker.  Mesmerizing performance!

Best Supporting Actor - I pick Anthony Hopkins in The Two Popes.  Hopkins is one of the best ever.

Best Actress - I only saw one of the 5, so "I got nothin'" here.

Best Supporting Actress - same story.

Best Director - I pick Quentin Tarantino, who I think is absolutely nuts, for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, which was, in my opinion,  absolutely terrific.  I think the actual chosen winner will be the venerable Martin Scorcese for The Irishman, because Scorcese is part of the old guy network that will want to reward what might be his last best effort, and it was a terrific movie, so I think they're going to give it to him.

There's a lot of other categories that are recognized for their wonderful work, but admit it, you don't really pay that close of attention either.  There is one area to which I have been paying more than usual attention : cinematography.  I'm picking The Joker for this one.

Douglas Fairbanks hosted the very first Oscars.  Billy Crystal hosted the show NINE times. There's no host for this year's show, but it will nonetheless grind on for hours, and we will ask ourselves on Monday why we watched it yet again.

Hooray for Hollywood!

How dare you!

Yes, friends, I am lurching back into your lives.  I have been absent for many moons and here I am.  How dare I!  Thanks to kind family and friends who like to read the kind of things I write and who have gently reminded me that they think I'm a bit of a turd for not offering up anything on a predictable schedule...as if posting every couple years isn't predictable...thanks to them, I'll give it a go again.

I guess she's famous.  

I grew up reading great newspaper feature columnists.  To many of today's adults, that sentence lands with a thud.  Newspapers have never been part of your life, and the people who fill up the internet today seem mostly interested in cyber hollering and bullying. A lot of that stuff is  rooted in politics, and I don't really care about your politics, nor do I think you should be subjected to mine.  I do like to lampoon politicians, though, and my favorite targets lately (like for the past umpteen years) are Bernie and Elizabeth Warren and lately-er Fat Jay.   Another time we can talk about them; not today, not here and now.

Today I want to talk Super Bowl, aka "the Big Game" because the NFL doesn't permit anyone to say "Super Bowl" unless there is "consideration", i.e. a payment involved.

Super Bowl
Super Bowl
Super Bowl
Super Bowl

Ha ha!!  F-U, NFL!!! I'm not paying!

They're probably dispatching a black sedan right now to "pay me a visit".

Anyway, back to the Big Game (see, guys, it was all in good fun), that's this Sunday.  After that, there is nothing but a great void.  Gray and lifeless, time will plod on for weeks with nothing to distinguish the days, one from another.  This is life in the tundra of the midwest.

The cycle begins in November.  There is the end of college football, then Christmas and New Year's and bowl games.  Then comes the NFL playoffs and the Super Bowl--oops, the Big Game.  That pattern of entertainment prevents cabin fever, a period of 10 to 12 weeks where you avoid depression because there's no sunlight and outdoor activities are generally sucky, like shoveling snow and trying not to have a big grabber.  The daylight hours grow fewer until almost Christmas (maybe we should trademark "Christmas" and make people pay to say  it or call it "the Big Presents Day" or something) and there's Seasonal Affective Disorder and stuff like that until St Patrick's Day and March Madness, where everyone skyrockets out  of winter by getting blasted out of their minds and talking about each other's brackets and trying to sing along with songs to which they've never learned more than mumbling melodies.

So party party party this Sunday.  It is the natural order of things.  In the tundra, anyway.

Binging With My Girls

Binge watching TV shows is a recent phenomenon, or maybe just a new term for an old behavior.  While it is  pretty disruptive to your normal routine, binge watching is  a great immersive entertainment experience.

The term and the activity are pretty mainstream these days, with the advent of streaming services like Netflix, but binge watching may have originated back when TBS and some of the other cable originals would run marathons.  The slow evolution of binge watching popularity was probably due to the (lack of) quality of offerings and minimal control.  There were not that many people interested in devoting free weekends to The Gilligan's Island Marathon or The Gunsmoke Marathon.

Actually, there probably never was a Gunsmoke Marathon, because there were 635 episodes of Gunsmoke,  which would have been reallllly long weekend, like 26 days of non-stop watching of what was usually the same story every week. Mimsy argues that Gunsmoke "wasn't really that popular".  The show was only on for 20 years, dear...

James Arness was Sheriff Matt Dillon. Once
a week for twenty years.  With commercials.

Binge got bigger with the arrival of home videotape, placing control in the viewer's hands, then came CD's, and the breadth of the selection-- and the convenience-- exploded.  You could watch one after another of any crappy old show that caught your fancy and never connect to actual, real life--and no commercials!

We discovered binge watching --of a rudimentary sort-- during the time we lived in the Caribbean.  We paid about a zillion dollars a month for satellite TV that offered the crappiest programming imaginable (like endless novellas from Puerto Rico and island governmental meetings).  For actual entertainment we ultimately turned to Netflix.

Problem solved...not so well, it turned out, as our internet service (which likewise required an immense monthly ransom payment), worked sporadically, slowly and unpredictably.  We would watch for a few minutes, then let it buffer for a few minutes, then watch again, trying not to lose the storyline. It was mind boggling, all these wonderful state of the art  technologies smashing into each other like a NASCAR accident and ultimately working like a big pile of electronic crap.  HD big screen smart TV + satellite technology + the internet + fabulous entertainment, all  operating on infrastructure that couldn't reliably run the original pong game.  So binge watching required dedication, patience and a lot of time. 

My felonious girlfriends from Orange,..most of them, anyway

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Back in the present tense and real world,  electronic stuff works as it should. We have since bonded with spies(Homeland),  meth cooks and junkies (Breaking Bad), cowboys, Mormons and hookers all doing their part to build the transcontinental railroad (Hell on Wheels) more cowboys and hookers (Deadwood), and probably some others I can't recall. 

I've made new video friends I would never have expected, as we've  just finished binge watching Orange is the New Black. It's an incredible show about the residents and staff of a fictional women's prison in upstate New York. Pair up great entertainment with the binge commitment and you may end up with unexpected results.   We've watched the available four seasons of Orange, getting to know everyone, night after night, bonding, as it were, and now must wait for months until the next season becomes available. 

So here I sit, in withdrawal, desperately missing my white/black/Hispanic lesbian transgender female felon TV friends as I await the release of Season V.

 Keep the faith, sisters, I will be here when you return...and I never promised that to Gilligan or the Dodge City folks.