I’m jotting off a little post in the midst of a heavy work week and health insurance headaches (health insurance companies are Evil, medical facilities are Evil, they are all EVIL!!). But I’m nearly done with an article on John Rechy’s City of Night, and it should be cross-blogged here and at La Bloga soon. I haven’t returned to editing my novel, somewhat intentionally. Now with two weeks distance from the last draft, fully de-pressurized I think, I’m ready to go back. To get a leg up on “angel” novels, I started reading Anne Rice’s Angel Time.
And a word about the Oscars…
Sometimes it’s more about the acceptance speeches than the cinematic performances, isn’t it? So while I’ve seen neither The Blind Side nor Crazy Heart, I was delighted that Sandra Bullock and Jeff Bridges won. I did see Precious and loved that MoNique got Best Supporting Actress. Beyond that, I decided it was time for me to see The Hurt Locker and Up In The Air. Wish there had been more of Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin and less Best Picture segments. I agree with the principle of nominating more movies to encourage folks to check out worthy, sleeper flicks, but it sure made the awards show drag.
