DAY SEVEN: OSCAR HAS HIS DAY

They are all beautiful. In the bouquet for a day. Even in high-def, Sandra B. looks so pretty.
Our friend B, who came over to watch Oscars, now has a goatee sort of thing going on. It seems a lot of men do right now. I confess I like him better without it, but I like him regardless.
He seems like a teddy bear who has lost some stuffing. But I am happy that he has a big cat, and also a bunny. The three of them sleep together. They have a simple life. B. needs a job. Let's hope his sadness doesn't shadow his good mind.
He is like me, a cinefile.
Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin are so funny. They feel like bumpkins from a vaudeville time, with timing so perfect you feel like they've been partners for years.
We need a tradition like the Oscars to talk about and complain about. Americans and the world have been doing that for 82 years.
We need all the glitzy pretty, the gowns, the stars, Ben Stiller dressing up as a Neti. We need to see groups of people getting up to accept awards. Just to remind us that groups of people can get along, and do.
We need to see people win.
There is so much loss and losing in our world.
I am so glad "The Cove" won.
I am happy for all of the winners.
All of us need to win something sometimes.
Or at least to dream of that.
Yeah. Aye. Uh huh.