Monday, February 29, 2016
Yesterday was another perfect day, clear, cloudless, the air a whisper on your skin. Etc. Better, it was not "weird" at all. Morning exercise on an outside course, a sidewalk brunch, a stroll on the Boulevard, a brief nap, some shopping for necessities, and dinner with mother.
I just wrote a whole thing on black people and the Oscars. I had to delete it. I came off as an angry white man. I am not. I am a silly white man who is incredibly irreverent sometimes. But I don't want to be misunderstood.
But really. . . I've never seen so many black people at the Oscars before.
Oops. . . there I go again.
Chris Rock said one thing that I liked. Rather, he asked a question. Why are there separate categories for male and female acting? Yup.
Let me stick to the oddity of the day, though. February 29th. Leap Day. I can't believe that nobody can figure out a calendar that is the same every month. Something is obviously wrong with our math. It is not natural. We need to move away from base ten math. Am I the only one who realizes this?
O.K. The day is passing me by. The factory whistle blows. I need to get to work so I can stand around the water cooler and figure out what I think.
Away. . . away.
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