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As promised I am going to make my predictions for the winners of tonight’s Academy Awards.  So so much has been written about who will win, why they will win and who will lose.  There are predictions in every major newspaper, every Oscar and Academy Award website, every “social” website, all the Twitterers are ready to tweet; Perez Hilton, The Daily Beast and dozens and dozens more.  But before I add my predictions for the winners and wishes for those who won’t but in my opinion should….

I just want to quote my friend Gail who said as we were discussing how we were going to watch tonight’s show:  “Greed is good “ .  Peter and I were planning on going to a friend’s house along with another couple and the six of us would gather around Jim and Susan’s 40″ screen to see the show.  That was of course if ABC didn’t pull out of Cablevision because they weren’t receiving enough money or any at all – who knows?  All I know is we just may hosting the party with the 20″ TV without the flat screen and with a remote that can’t mute or lower the sound.  Fun fun fun.  Susan and Jim have come up with a couple of creative ideas – all of which are occupying most of this glorious sunny day in the Grove.  They’re inside, I’m inside and the other woman is working in her shop.  Later on I’m going to send Peter up the road to see if there really is a beach here.  So here’s the thing; ABC must be on skids (yeah right!), the Mouse must be as poor as his cousin, the churchmouse and Cablevision must be David to the Goliaths of Verizon and Time Warner but this time David is too poor to buy any stones.  Greed is Good or maybe Greed is God.

Now on the lighter more frivolous side, there is the politics of the Oscar game.  We have the two Exes battling for Best Director but they have conducted themselves just way to politely to make anybody’s gossip web site.  BUT maybe it would be very politically correct to have a woman win this year.  Just maybe.  Then there’s the politics of war itself.  Unusual to have a movie made about an ongoing war isn’t it? Is it politically correct?  Meryl Streep up for Best Actress in what seems to be a by a nose horse race with Sandra Bullock – Sandra Bullock?! NOT to be mean or catty but really now-she’s is just not in the same class as Meryl – BUT is the Academy getting tired of giving this grand dame of the screen yet another Oscar?  Hasn’t she won enough?  We’ve all been in a class, a race, a group where one person always wins and even though we know they are the best, we eventually begin to resent them.  Poor Meryl- she may lose tonight because politically it would be so correct to bring Sandra Bullock into the Winner’s Circle and get some fresh new blood, uh wouldn’t it?  Meryl Streep gave an outstanding performance is Julia and Julia further proving (and she doesn’t have to prove anything) that as an actress she can stretch herself across the lines to a Jewess during the Holocaust, a middle-aged woman in a torrid love affair and a hard-driving female editor and each time she totally embodies her character as she recently did as the affable and lovable Julia Child.  We’ll see just how far politics goes tonight.  And in the same vein, Jeff Bridges seems to have already wrapped up Best Actor although I haven’t seen it yet, the reviews all say he was marvelous in the role and hopefully he will win it because of his performance and NOT because it’s his time. When you look at the other nominees and their roles, I think he should win easily.  Best Supporting Actor may have some political overtones too.  Word is that Christophe Waltz will walk away with the Oscar and politically you know how easy it is to hate Nazis and he played on mean Nazi bastard – not to be confused with being a Basterd. However, it is also easy to hate a child molester, and God knows Stanley Tucci’s performance was chillingly brilliant.  Personally I think that role was much harder than playing the all too familiar (almost predictable character) Nazi SS Colonel.  Not sure if there is any politics involved here but I think Tucci should win but he won’t.  Of course the most political of all the moves the Academy made this year was in nominating 10 movies. Not going there, already did (read a previous blog).  Populist Politics seemed rampant this year – let’s see what happens tonight.  The newbies in the races are there to appease the public who pays to go see movies and be entertained, however they don’t get to vote.

Here are my predictions: Best Picture – The Hurt Locker I didn’t think any of them were Best Picture caliber except maybe Avatar with its new technology. Best Actor – Jeff Bridges – the others, no big stretch. Best Actress – Meryl Streep – I think Sandra might win after all. Best Supporting Actor – Christophe Waltz I wish Stanley would win.Best Supporting Actress – Mo’Nique. Best Director – Kathryn Bigelow.  Costume Design – Young Victoria at first I thought Coco Before Channel should win but there is no denying the scope and magnificence of the designer’s period work, even though period films often do win. Cinematography- Inglourious Basterds I’m not knowledgeable enough to really understand the requirements for this award so Avatar may win but I didn’t pick it because so much of it was computer generated. Best Original Screenplay -A Serious Man –this won’t win but to me the others were stories just waiting to be told again in film. Best Adapted ScreenplayPrecious – I think it should win something (now who’s being political?) and believe the actors brought the story to life. “That’s all folks”  “See you at the movies”

Leading the Charge(r)

FLIP CamcorderAnd I thought having one of the first car phones was cool – look where we are now…. I ‘m packing up the usual stuff to go to Ocean Grove for the weekend.   My friend, Barbara gave me a beautiful multi-colored case, like a cosmetic bag only a bit larger.  The pinks, purples and turquoise just insist that this bag be used in Ocean Grove where La Vie en Rose. I have found the perfect use for this gift.  Charger for the Ipod – yes.  Headphones for the Ipod – yes.  Battery charger for the camera – yes. Charger cord for the Kindle – yes.  Charger for the Blackberry – yes.  Extra batteries for the Flip Camcorder– yes.  If it were any larger I’m sure I could fit the power supply cord for the Laptop in it.

Thanks Barbara, I love it and it will be traveling back forth between my two lives.

My IPod

Kindle Charger - Don't Forget the Kindle

The Cove - A Must See

I’m sorry that the headline for this blog is so graphic BUT I had to get your attention! Usually I try to write blogs that are tongue in cheek, satirical and amusing, but not always and this is one those- NOT FUNNY!  Two nights ago,  I watched and wrote about Inglourious Basterds. What I didn’t reveal was that I also watched The Cove.  This excellent film is essentially a documentary but done in a feature presentation style with a bit of a thriller aspect too.   The Cove won the Audience Award at the 2009 Sundance FilmFestival. It has been shown on NPR networks.  AND it has been nominated for an Academy Award in the Documentary Feature category.  I think it will win!   I couldn’t comment on the movie then and am not so sure I’ll really be able to articulate all that NEEDS to be said, shouted actually! So I’m shouting!!!!!!!

The Cove is one of the most disturbing, emotional, graphic, horrific, tearful, heartbreaking and heart wrenching,  frustrating, and angering, shocking, brave, upsetting, dismaying, sorrowful, maddening and really really difficult movie to sit through. So why should you see it?  BECAUSE….This is MURDER, it is happening NOW and once you know about it, you can’t just shrug your shoulders and say “oh well”.  Knowledge is powerful, however it comes with a responsibility to respond.  The truth must and will out. And once you know it, well each one of us has to decide how, when and what we can do.  I can’t do this powerful movie justice, so please read what some other people have to say about The Cove:

23,000 Dolphins are slaughtered each year in a hidden cove in Taiji, Japan. The Japanese government covers it up. No one could get in. (PlanetSave)

The Cove exposes an atrocity of unimaginable brutality. The dolphin slaughter depicted here is committed yearly and without knowledge of the general Japanese public, even though they could be buying highly-toxic mercury-laden dolphin meat disguised as fish from their local supermarkets. (PlanetSave).

What’s most unusual about this documentary is the undercover tactics filmmakers were forced to use to make the film. As soon as the documentary begins, you become aware that there’s resistance to the filmmakers’ presence in Taiji, and that the crew are not only being monitored, but are actually under threat of arrest which, under Japanese law, can last for many months, even years, without a hearing or trial. (About.com)

Be prepared: the film is as brutal and heartbreaking as the most alarming news footage you’ve ever seen of human natural disasters and tragedies such as hurricanes, earthquakes and terrorist attacks. (About.com)

And lastly, these are not my words but I am thankful that I can print here because I feel the same way.

That’s it! I’m putting my foot down! I am so sick of people saying “The Cove, oh no I can’t see that film, it’s about dolphin killing.” You stupid person, you’re wrong and I’m not listening to you anyone. I’m saying this as simply as possible. You are a bad person if you do not see this film. Everyone, EVERYONE needs to see The Cove. Not because you all need to go out and save Flipper but because it will inspire you to do something (not necessarily with dolphins) good in your life and leave you feeling empowered. You can make a difference in whatever way you want just like the people in this film are doing.

So stop your bitching and get out and see this movie. (Screencrave).

Here’s the link to the YouTube clip:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bE3KAuWaz8 – sorry I couldn’t figure out how to make it live, please copy and paste to your browser.


7 Days-7 Down- 3 To Go

Inglourious Basterds

Countdown to the Academy Awards.  With 7 days left I have seen 7 of the 10 films; the latest was Inglorious Basterds.  I thought Hurt Locker was intense, and this was similarly nerve-wracking.  A little too violent for me -you know scalping scenes tend to be bloody! Brad Pitt was the big basterd and he was okay but this certainly was no stretch for him and you notice he was NOT nominated for an Oscar.  The accent/voice he was obviously directed to use,  was horrific.  And talk about a stretch – did any one of the characters  or anyone in the audience actually think his character was going to be able to pull off a believable Italian? Sounding like that?  That being said, I can’t imagine this movie winning Best Picture, BUT I am sure that Christopher Waltz will dance away (pun intended) with the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor.  Now that character was really the biggest basterd of all. Portraying a viciously exacting and and clever SS Colonel, he was outstanding! God it was so easy to hate him..

The probability of seeing the remaining three; Precious, Up, and The Blind Side are slim to none.  However, I am hoping to catch Crazy Heart before Sunday because I do want to see Jeff Bridges in this role.  Check in later this week if you’re interested to hear my predictions.

Who ever said New Yorkers weren’t friendly?  The most recent snowstorm (I mean pretty soon they will be given names, we’ve had so many) caused our car to be buried in snow and impacted with ice by the snow plows.  Since the day seemed warmer than most, I thought the snow which was now black and yukky would be soft and we (meaning Peter) should try to shovel away some of this gritty stuff otherwise the car looked like it might be there, unmovable at least until April.  It was NOT soft, it was mounds of ice pretending to be snow!  Peter got the handy (remember who insisted we buy it to keep in thecar)  shovel out of the car with great difficulty and attempted to clear away the snow. He wasn’t making much headway at all when a young man came along with his daughter and asked Peter if he needed help.  Peter replied that he wasn’t really going anywhere today, just trying to get rid of some of the snow.  Well, the man said he would help him as soon as he brought his daughter upstairs and he could help out for about 15 minutes before his dinner guests arrived.  True to his word, Pierre returned with his own shovel and he and Peter proceeded to chop ice away from the front and the back mounds.  After a lot of effort enough had been cleared so he could move the car forward and backward a few feet.  However, as it turned out that still wasn’t enough to get the car out!  It so happens that the parking space in front of our car had been cleared away yesterday by the previous occupant.  And as luck would have it, that car pulled out of the spot – now if only Peter could get the car out and pull into that space, he would be in good shape.  BUT of course if he was able to pull the car out, he wouldn’t need to change parking spots!!!  David, one of the handymen in our building who had come across the street to help, had a brilliant idea.  He told Peter to drive the car up on the sidewalk and literally go around the front mound of ice and slip right into the spot in front.  The car just about cleared the mound and was able to get into that spot.  Much appreciation was expressed to Pierre who demurred, “If you can’t help each other out, then what’s the point?” There is no doorman in your building, Pierre, and we don’t know your last name.  BUT we really want to say THANK YOUAnd who said New Yorkers aren’t friendly?

Worlds Apart??

It’s only Saturday morning and already this weekend, I am struck by the assortment of friends and acquaintances I have in my life and the different world we all live in.

First and foremost because of the gravity of the situation, there’s my friend, Josh.  Josh called me (actually woke me up) this morning with a phone call and one sentence, “Turn on CNN and call me at the office!”.  Groggily I went into the den, and tried to remember what channel CNN was on.  OMG what a horrible shock – an MAJOR earthquake in Santiago, Chile.  Josh’s partner and my friend, Ricardo lives in Santiago.   Josh had spent the holidays there and was expecting to meet Ricardo in Prague on this coming Tuesday.  Thank God, Ricardo called Josh’s cell phone at 3:00 am and had left a message that he was safe as was his father who lived even closer to the heart of the city.  No further communication from Chile; you can’t get through on the phone, you can’t reach LAN airlines, the airports are closed and since Ricardo is a chief resident at the hospital, we can only assume he is there.   Please keep Chile in your prayers, it is so upsetting that this event is following so closely on the heels of Haiti.

ANOTHER EARTHQUAKE – My nephew Justin, lives in Japan and I have just tried to reach him thru Facebook because I’m not sure how close he is to the epicenter of the earthquake that struck there.  Apparently that quake hit offshore and the major concern is a tsunami – I know he surfs so he must be somewhat close the shoreline.  As I type  this and listen to the CNN minute by minute coverage in Chile, I am learning how quickly a tsunami can spread from shore to shore, country to

The volcanic Ring of Fire

country and even continent to continent – especially if the country is in the Ring of Fire (see photo). Do I have to worry about my own surfer son, Joel, who lives in San Diego and lives well within tsunami wave range?

Closer to home, several of my friends are clearly living in worlds apart. Last night I took Peter and his lifelong friend Murray out to celebrate their joint birthdays.  After a delightful dinner at Compass, a restaurant on the Uppper West Side, we went to see the show, BAWDY at the Triad BAWDY is an old time burlesque show; complete with bumps, grinds and tasteful striptease.   The show is headlined by Jesse Lutrell, a very talented, very energetic and very gay performer.  He is a gifted young song and dance man and he sings in a story-centric style, so reminiscent of the cabaret and nightclub acts dating back to the American birth of vaudeville.  SO how did we happen to be at this show?  In two words; Grace Gotham.  It so happens that Grace Gotham a/k/a Sarah Liston is a friend of ours.  We hadn’t seen Sarah and her husband, Dave in quite a while and were we ever surprised to learn that our friend, wife of an Episcopalian  Deacon and member of our local Community Board, was actually performing burlesque!!! Well why not? Sarah is a published writer and you can read all about her journey into burlesque in an article published in the magazine, Marie Clare which I have published on this blog.  She’s a hoot and very good I must add – and yes she really can make her tassles twirl.

Then this is the weekend that The Glen Beck show airs where my sister-in-law, Juanita is in the front row of the audience.  She sent an email blast to all of us with the air times.  I told you she wasn’t a blood relative!! So I am DVR’ing this program (with explicit promises to Peter that we will only just see her and shut it off) at a time when I’m sure it won’t interrupt another really important show I might be watching like Grey’s Antatomy!! LOL Now we know she is in another world.

Next, my dear friend and mentor, Joyce is in the hospital recovering from knee replacement surgery.  She is in her mid-seventies and has the body and muscle tone of the someone 20 years younger but any surgery as you get older is serious.  I’m happy to report that she seems to have come through it very well and may even be home tomorrow.  And then rehab starts.

Lastly, we are leaving in an hour to get out to Port Jefferson, LI to attend a surprise birthday party for my daughter’s mother-in-law.  Because of the misery of the snow, our car is snowed in and this being Manhattan, even if we dug it out (good thing we bought that extra shovel last week!), we would never find a parking place when we got home.  The streets in Manhattan are very messy because when they plow, all the snow builds up around the cars.  We have to take the LIRR and to board that train, we have to go diagonally across town to Penn Station.  Believe it or not, we will be leaving our apartment at about 1:55pm and should arrive in Port Jefferson Long Island at 4:40pm.  In that amount of time, I could have driven to the Jersey Shore and back or to Connecticut.  And then we have to come home again.  It’s going to be a long day….

Story of Politicians Wife Working as a Burlesque Dancer – Marie Claire.

The title of this blog is just one more rationale to think about while you are reading this excellent blog from Blogfinger. http://blogfinger.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/blogfinger-editorial-sleeping-watchdogs-in-ocean-grove/feed/ The Manchester Inn wants to sell out to a Developer of condominiums. Precedent is being set and if not kept in check, you will be astounded how quickly quaint Ocean Grove is no longer.

Where once many neighborhoods of Manhattan were populated with numerous Mom and Pop stores; the local dry cleaner, news stand, coffee shop, drug store, toy store, candy store, pet shop, pizza place, dress shops, bakeries and more – now there are large chain pharmacies such as Walgreens, CVS and Rite Aid,  national brand clothing stores; Gap, Banana Republic, Old Navy.  We have Petco, Home Depot but most of all – where some of those stores stood, the footprint of a 20 story apartment building stands.  And it is really simple math to go from there; the more people – the more services required.  Soon the need for more commercial space will be necessary and then????

It’s a Moonalogue

A Moonalogue! Ah poetic license is a delight.  I’m a sun worshipper from May to September BUT I adore the moon all year long.   I look forward to the full moons, even though that’s when the lunatics come out and that’s when if you are in an office it can quickly become a Full Moon Friday. When I used to manage a real estate office in Midtown Manhattan, I can attest to the fact that when there was a full moon, everyone was nuts; brokers were arguing over just about anything, the copier would break down, the receptionist would get huffy with a client, the secretaries made mistakes and the computers would freeze up, yeah, that’s a Full Moon Friday.

The sun is essential to our livelihood, without it we can’t survive in a cold dark world and for those attributes and the fact that you can get a tawny healthy-looking tan, we pay homage to the Egyptian sun god, Ra.  And to clarify where this blog is going;  it is NOT a comparison or a competition between the sun and the moon, because after all, they are as different as night and day (pun intended).  Instead if you bear with me, you will read a rapturous testimonial to the Moon.

Moonies (NO NOT those guys) are everywhere and have been throughout the ages.  Native Americans or Indians as most of the people reading this blog know them as. (before politically correct became the rule of the day), revered the moon as they did most of the forces of nature.  They had names for each of the year’s full moons. ; JanaryWolf Moon, February – Snow Moon or Hunger Moon (as we know from living in Ocean Grove, they were dead on right with Snow Moon!), March – Maple Sugar Moon, April –  Frog Moon, Pink Moon or Planter’s Moon, May- Flower Moon or Budding Moon, June – Strawberry Moon, July – Blood Moon or Buck Moon, August – Moon of the Green Corn or Sturgeon Moon, September – Harvest Moon, October – Hunter’s Moon or Moon of Falling Leaves, November – Beaver Moon, December – Cold Moon. Don’t you just love those  effortless and telling descriptive names? –

The moon is mysterious, magical and mystical and has so many faces – of course the one we all know best is the Man in the Moon, a deceptive description told to kids when they are young and gullible and believe everything parents say.  As for myself, before the Man in the Moon untruth, came the Moon is Made of Cheese, Green Cheese! Regardless of these misguided misconceptions of my youth, I can honestly say that as an adult, I am a full-fledged moon devotee, a Moonie if you will. And I am not alone;  Songwriters are  especially fond of songs with Moon in the title.  Here are several that I know:  as an aside, this knowledge is a bit dangerous because several times I have said that I thought collecting song sheets with moon titles would make a very interesting collection.  And we all know that I don’t need another collection!  But again, I digress….Moon Over Miami, Moonlight in Vermont, Oh, You Crazy Moon, Moonlight Becomes You, Fly Me to the Moon, Black Moon, Moon Glow, How High is the Moon, There’s a Moon Out Tonight, Moon River, Moonlight Shadow, Caught Between the Moon and New York City, Harvest Moon, Blue Moon of Kentucky, Missisippi Moon, Moondreams, Kiko and The Lavender Moon, Moonchild, Shepherd Moon, Moonlight and Roses, By the Light of the Moon. I think I better stop now or I’ll lose my readers.  How about Luna Park one of the  three famous Coney Island amusement parks?  Then there were the novels: Owl Moon, Moon Tiger, Where’s the Moon There’s the Moon, and Eugene O’Neill’s  play Moon for the Misbegotten. And even a couple of movies: Moonlight Mile, A Walk on the Moon and Paper Moon.

I have to admit I’ve  gone to some extremes to look at a full moon and I  really did love gazing at the moon from the Top of the Rock (which is at the top of Rockefeller Center), the Empire State Building, the Saugerties Lighthouse  the Hudson River, a deck of a cottage overlooking Star Pond in Belmont, VT.

I think I’ve waxed and waned long enough about the moon and best end this blog before I lose my readers all together.  Another day, another blog and we can marvel over the wonderment of seeing the moon during the day aloft in a blue and cloudless sky as well as carry on about the Crescent Moons and where and why they are so much a part of symbolism.  Good Night Moon!

Easy Off the Flesh Eating Cleaner

The oven at the shore was a mess – between dropping half a dozen hot hors d’ouevres (gooey cheese, dripping sauce) in the oven on Halloween because I was rushing, not thinking and possibly the black vodka had something to do with it AND followed by Thanksgiving (well you know what that does to the oven)- this oven was yukky.  I don’t really want to do this chore and would like to say “It’s not my job!” . Turns out I am blessed because Peter says he would be happy to do the dirty work.  I really think this posture comes from the fact that he is convinced he would do a better job and so I say Gay Gezinta Hate! I had brought the can of Easy Off down to the shore from our apartment  and handed it off to Peter.  He decided he would rather clean it the old fashioned way or his way as he puts it; lots of elbow grease, a razor blade, a Brillo pad and paper towels.  AND apparently  the can of Easy Off had no fizz left in it – I wonder how old it really was?  I could have brought it with me from Connecticut, (12+ years ago) as unbelievable as that may sound! OKAY so I never said that I baked a lot, or roasted for that matter but I DO cook!

I tossed the Easy Off can into our recycle bin and forgot about it.  Last night we were to bring the trash and the bottles, cans and papers out front for pick up this morning.  I grabbed the plastic bag containing the bottles and cans and SPLAT, SPLASH – I am covered in some foaming brown stuff and it has splattered on the walls, the cat litter box, and spilled on the floor.  I am screaming, “OMG, OMG ” and some other phrases which I will not print here so I can maintain my G rating.  I yell at Peter and say “Help me”,  “Get me something, I ‘m burning!” Here comes the classic husband response: “What do you mean you’re burning?” I replied with exactly what you would think I would say  which was. “I’m burning, what do you mean,  what do I mean? I’m burning!” At this point, I am ripping my jeans off, the right leg dripping with what looks like foaming coca cola or hot chocolate.  THEN it dawns on me that the Easy Off can lid was probably not on properly and the liquid dripped out and as we know just how caustic it is, it ate through the plastic bag which I had grabbed and was swinging towards the door and myself.  As my leg was burning, I began to wonder if Easy Off was flesh eating!! I put the jeans under the faucet, tried to wash my shirt sleeve off too and Peter tackled the brown spots all over my very special Metro slippers!

The morning after the night before – I am finding brown splatters EVERYWHERE and think that some drops ate away some of the color of linoleum floor.   Geez Louise!!!!