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Sunday, February 29, 2004
 
Mmmmmh, MMMMhh, the boy(s) can cook

I am so happy to be surrounded by an academic department that not only artful turns twirls in the classroom, but can do a handsome number in the kitchen. It just so happens that these boys can cook - and honestly, my femininity isn't challenged in the least, by these domestically inclined boys with an eye for top-shelf produce and can model an apron with Queer Eye sensibility. I think word has gotten out that I don't have the recipe arsenal as some of these boys, so I usually get asked to "bring wine," something, I may add, I am getting more adept at. Just the same, I've had the most delicious corn black bean dip, things with goat cheeses, southwestern tapas, grapes, yuppie-style fried plantanes, and fine cheeses with sophistico watercrackers. Too good to be true, and it seems a shame to have to assemble my own lunch for tomorrow which will probably consist of a hangover and some PB&J.

It was fun to get dressed up and I really enjoyed myself tonight, even though, now that the awards have been handed out, I can't help but think the whole thing was kind of a gyp. I guess I just found it hard to get riled up about Sean Penn, Renee, and Charlize... and while I think Peter Jackson was overdue for a nod, it just seems really unfair to award him something for "the trilogy," when as I see it, you get the profits of three separate movies in three separate years, you don't deserve to reap the benefits for the last chapter when people are applauding the 9hr collective work. That's just me, I know others can't get enough, I just don't see the justice of that logic (and I think it's a sad fate for American filmmaking when a novel adaptation with HUGE budget sweeps - I want to see more variety, nuance, risks..). I also think it's disturbing that the LoTR trilogy racked up so many production awards and didn't even garnish an acting nomination (C'mon, ANY hobbit over Benico Del Toro).

Anyway, almost on orchestral cue, it just started to rain on the way home. It honestly doesn't rain very much in Madison, not often enough, the emotional-types might say. So I feel like I should take advantage of the raininess and hop into my nice clean sheets before my 8am class.