I don’t know Florida

But I do know this:

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Backing off of the North East breeze
Sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I love this Nilsson song. And when I hear it, I see Dustin Hoffman slumped in his seat on a Greyhound bus with Jon Voight fussing over him because he really wants to believe their lives are just beginning instead of ending.

I mean, it is so grand and so tragic. But apart from all that, really doesn’t it make such good sense to go to a place where the weather suits your clothes?

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We’re here.

Oscar Post Mortem

Okay, I love the Academy Awards, always have, probably always will. I enjoy movies and love to compare my choices against others’ picks and talk about why or why not. It is a kick to see what everyone is wearing; and, I look forward to a show put on by people whose business is show business.

But for crying out loud, get Jeff Bridges and Sandra Bullock to host next year!

As is tradition, the 2010 winners gave out the best actress and actor awards last night. And if they were acting as the perfectly comfortable, articulate and gracious presenters — then they nailed it. 

You could see it as the camera lingered on the nominees’ faces when they heard their names.  Most sat up straighter and tried not to grin their faces off as Bridges and Bullock  reminded them why they were nominated. No matter that a script writer may have helped. It was done right.

If I was in the power seat, I would put my A-Team in this show, it’s no place for rookies. Afterall, performance is what Oscar celebrates.