where the real writing was done

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Okay well today I need to make a very concerted effort to keep this DLU short, especially considering the amount of time I already spent writing up my analysis of the Academy Award nominations, which were announced yesterday.

Usually I get my analysis posted on the same day, but I could not get it finished without being up way too late last night, so I finished writing it up this morning. I got a late start yesterday, because Shobhit wanted to go to Costco, and he didn't get off work until 5:30. I stayed at work until about 4:45 and then walked the couple of miles directly north on Elliott Avenue and then 15th Avenue. We bought a few things at Total Wine before heading out, then drove together due south to Costco, got gas, did some shopping, picked up a cheese pizza (leftovers for which I had for lunch today, with veggie pepperoni added), and came home. It was just past 7:00 before we even had all the groceries put away.

Shobhit even came back to the bedroom at one point and, clearly not understanding how this particular post works, was like, "I thought you were writing my review?" I guess he thought I was diddling my time away doing something else? Seriously, just getting the template written up takes a ton of time—the html commands, the organized listing of each category with all their nominees, complete with links to my review of the film in question. Plus, I have to write up the whole draft in a Gmail draft (probably why Shobhit thought I was not working on something for the blog, as I was not on the blog page) for two reasons: first, for months now, the stupid Squarespace templates make it impossible to write a draft in html mode, consistently making the content disappear; I even emailed them some time ago and they responded that they were aware of the issue but it would not be corrected until the next major update to the site (I'm a paid user, what the fuck is this shit?). And second, the post draft page on Squarespace does not do any auto-saving, so it's just safer to do a draft of a post of this size and magnitude in Gmail, which does do auto-save.

It was probably 9:30 before I even had the whole template done, complete with the lists, film titles and other names of nominees, and it was ready for me to write the actual analysis content. I got maybe a third of the way through that part before I just needed to stop and go to bed. Thus, I finished it up and posted it this morning.

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So, that tells you all about my evening last night. In other news, I think I'm a lot closer to finalizing a plan—technically still tentative—for visiting Barbara in Lousiville late next month. In fact, I had initially been thinking I would deliberately avoid making the trip over the weekend of Oscar Sunday, but then when Shobhit asked me last night when they're happening (March 27—in the middle of Shobhit's visit to India), he suggested I visit Barbara then. Who else do I have to watch the Oscars with this year, anyway? The more I thought about it, the more I thought this was kind of a perfect idea.

Now, I also want to spend at least one day exploring Louisville and one day exploring Cincinnati—which is a ninety minute drive away—which might really pack in the activities for presumably a two-day trip. I think I can still make it work, though. Luckily, the Oscars are simulcast, which means that while they air on the West Coast at 5, they'll be on at 8 Eastern Time. That should give plenty of time for a day trip to Cincinnati, I think, so long as we get an early start. Like, say we leave Louisville at 9 a.m., arrive in Cincinnati around 10:30—we could roam around for a good seven and a half hours, leave Cincinnati by 6:00 and be back to my hotel by 7:30. Easy peasy, I think.

I'll still wait until early March to book, but with each passing day, the more confident I become that I can and will make this happen. I love the idea, and I haven't actually seen Barbara since Shobhit and I flew her out here for Easter 2011. Eleven fucking years ago! Too much time. Barbara was 58 the last time I saw her; she's now 69. There's kind of every reason to believe this could easily be the last time I ever get to see her—I'm not likely to want to keep coming back to Louisville, of all places—and I want to take advantage of the opportunity when I can, and make the most of it.

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[posted 12:31 pm]