The 2014 Academy Awards are over. The Hollywood people have been patting one another on the back ever since 1929. This year was the 86th time. There are 24 award categories, including such mysteries as sound editing, makeup and hairstyling, original screenplay and original score. One category dropped way back in 1956 was best original story, presumably because the industry had run out of original stories. Obviously, Rocky V didn’t qualify. One of the movies nominated as best film of the year is “Gravity”. I heard whispers that a gravity award might be given for the most daring gown.
This column is dedicated to “singles” — unmarried people, young and old. If you read the paper or watch TV you’ve noticed there are numerous websites to help match you with another single. Some advertise they specialize in casual dates, deep relationships, or both. One is for “hookups” only — whatever that might mean. They match people by age, profiles, personality tests and even zip code. Zip code may sound ridiculous, but if your perfect match lives in a zip code 2,000 miles away, who would make the call?
I’m not a name-dropper, so I won’t name any names, but I’m impressed by all the smart young people I see all around me — geniuses, really. Sincerely. The MacArthur Foundation makes genius grants to 20 to 40 people every year. This year the grants are $625,000 each, payable quarterly over five years. They are “no strings attached” grants for “showing exceptional merit and promise for continued creative work.” They are not given as rewards for past achievements, but as investments in originality, insight and potential.
It didn’t used to be this way. The Super Bowl is only the latest reminder. Did you notice members of the opposing teams hugging one another after the game? These guys had just spent 60 minutes head butting and trying to beat one another into the ground. A grudging handshake was once sufficient as a gesture of good sportsmanship. When did this hugging business get started?
This article is being written before the Super Bowl, but you won’t read it until after the game, so even though you didn’t see the game or have no interest at all in football, keep reading, because the subject today goes well beyond football.
I was in the grocery store the other day when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Before I could turn around, I heard “I saw your buddy in Park Rapids the other day.” I turned around and there was a distinguished looking gentlemen in a very nice cowboy hat. His face was familiar, but I didn’t know him. “What buddy is that?” I asked (I have hundreds of buddies in Park Rapids). He took a good look at me and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re not who I thought you were. I apologize for wasting your time.” It’s true, he did waste my time — about 10 seconds.
Right now I have a pain in my polar vortex. Don’t ask me to explain polar vortex — it has something to do with upper level jet streams and is occasionally called polar night jet. But I know I have it because of the vital signs outside: temperature 24 degrees below zero, Northwest wind at 16 mph, wind chill 51 below.