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Silent Running

Life, of course, intervenes.


Wait, how can a plant jump a shark?

It has been one week since last we spoke (and by “spoke,” I mean I hurl words at you from a computer screen), and the reason for that is simple, if not entirely acceptable: I had stuff to do. And my unwillingness to write on my 30th birthday certainly put a crimp in plans to have a healthy bunch of scheduled posts on the vine.

Friday will likely see the return to our regularly-scheduled M-W-F broadcasts as I have the next few days available to plant new blog seeds. And thus, my vegetation metaphor jumps the shark.

Currently, I am re-reading Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell. Probably one of the shining examples of how history is – and can be made – interesting, Vacation is a glorious romp through the twisted tales of both assassins and victims, and what has become of all the stuff and places related to them. It is Vowell at her best, anecdotal and irreverent, weaving her own personality and experiences in with the very-real stories she’s telling. In The Wordy Shipmates, Vowell excises herself and the stories of early colonial Americans suffered as a result. Hopefully she’ll recover her voice in her latest book, Unfamiliar Fishes, about the Americanization of Hawaii. I just borrowed it from the local public library, so I guess I’ll know soon enough.

The Oscars are this weekend, and I actually asked for the day off so I could watch them with my Prettybird. I am not pulling for anything or one in particular, though I hope Jean Dujardin wins Best Actor for The Artist. I may not be pulling for it as Best Picture, but his performance was brilliant. I had hoped to do a “Best Picture Round-Up” post, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to catch War Horse or Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close before Sunday, so maybe I’ll just do mini-reviews of the seven films I did see.

And lest my entrance into my thirties go unremarked, my birthday was very nice. Eldest brother and his girlfriend flew in from Los Angeles for the event, pizza and cheesecake was had, and I was showered with gifts by the five people in attendance. So no, not a massive drunken throw-down like I imagine a lot of 30th birthdays are, but it was still special. Prettybird did much to make it so, so kudos to her for being an awesome girlfriend!

Finally, with March just a week away and spring on the doorstep, I have to make mention of how insanely mild this winter has been in the Midwest. We have had exactly one snow over an inch – and not by much – and only a handful of days that dipped well below the freezing point. Instead, we’ve had 40-to-50 degree temperatures and been treated to a 60-degree day at least once or twice a month. Daffodils started popping up in early February and will probably have bloomed well before the vernal equinox actually swings around. I don’t know what this means for spring and summer, but I have appreciated not having to deal with sub-zero temperatures, ice storms, and feet of snow.

So thanks, Mother Nature! I don’t care what anyone else says about you, you’re okay in my book.

2 thoughts on “Silent Running

  1. I’m not really backing any thing in the Oscars, either (though if “Man or Muppet” doesn’t get best original song, it’s a crying shame). I don’t think I’ve actually seen any of the Best Picture nominees. From what I’ve heard, though, War Horse and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close are both every bit the schmaltz they appear to be from the trailers, so it’s both clear why they were nominated (the Oscars love their schmaltz) and why people are hoping they don’t win.

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