Sunday, March 15, 2026

2026 Oscars

This year Audrey and I managed to watch all ten Best Picture nominees before the Oscars, which made the awards cermemony more entertaining than many other years where we haven't.

I found the nominees to be a real mixed bag this year, but I enjoyed all the movies to some degree or another. Being a plot junkie, I normally dislike a movie where (effectively at least) nothing actually happens, but Train Dreams really drew me in with its languid storytelling, brilliant characterizations and luminous cinematography. Alas, it was shut out though. 

I was gratified to see Sinners take home a few trophies, including Original Screenplay for Ryan Coogler, Score for Ludwig Goransson and Actor for Michael B. Jordan.

I've never read Thomas Pynchon but I loved the Illuminati-esque vibe that permeated One Battle After Another, and was gratified to see it take home seven wins including Best Picture and Best Director.

Seeing the, what, seventh? Oscar tie in history was pretty cool as well, when Kumail Nanjani announced that both Singers and Two People Exchanging Saliva had won for Live Action Short.

I took six shots for March of the Dead* this year so I wish I had better recall of some of the speeches and quips, but recall Jimmy Kimmel observing how mad a certain president would be that his wife's documentary wasn't nominated, and host Conan O'Brien joking they were broadcasting from the "Has a Small Penis Theater - let's see him put his name in front of that."  

I remember being touched by the sincerity and depth of many of the acceptance speeches, especially when Documentary Short winner All the Empty Rooms, about the bedrooms of school shooting victims, had a mother of a child shot in Uvalde take about how gun violence is now the number one killer of youth in America. The moment when the subject of Mr NobodyVersus Putin, a teacher who had to leave Russia after documenting how pro-war/ anti-Ukraine propaganda changed the students and parents at his school, pleaded for an end to wars, was also haunting.

Most critically though, it was nice to have a dozen people in the same room who love movies, regardless of who won! Out choir director Margaret (and mother of last year's draw winner!) surprised herself in getting the most correct guesses (13).

Each correct guess gets you a ticket in the raffle for movie tickets (so everyone doesn't just pick the predictions from GoldDerby), and my nephew Mark won that.

The brisket turned out well and the pot luck was outstanding as usual - the early start also means I can finish this post well before midnight. See you next year!



* Tom Stoppard, Lalo Schifrin, TK Carter, Lee Tamahori, Diane Ladd and Cory-Hiroyuki Tagawa

Sunday, March 8, 2026

In A League of His Own

All in all, it was a good weekend, despite Audrey being away for a family visit down south. I had plans to have friends over Saturday night to watch the Australian GP with Glory and I, and a crock pot meal to simmer whilst I did other things during the day.

But when I removed the seasoning package from the cupboard Saturday morning, I wondered just how long it had lingered there, and whether envelope food even has a best before date - turns out it does indeed:


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I made this discovery a little after 9 am, and with an 8 hour cook time (because fast cooking in a slow cooker seems pointless to me), I dashed out to the grocery store immediately but discovered shortly after arrival that they do no make that package any more, or at least my neighbourhood Save-On does not carry it.

"Well that's just great," I thought to myself. "I already have all the other ingredients and time's a-wastin' - what am I supposed to do now?"

(Does anyone else ever have those moments where your own mind or self or consciousness somehow speaks to you directly and pull you up short? If not, buckle up.)

A voice inside my head, audibly exasperated, spoke with crystal clarity, saying "are you serious? what kind of chucklehead makes stir-fry in a slow cooker in the first place? just buy the sauce, dumbass."

Shocked and chastened but in complete agreement, I did exactly that and dinner was saved - and quite tasty to boot.

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That evening four of us sat down to watch the first Grand Prix of the Formula 1 season, in Australia. Yes, Glory's sudden onset interest in this sport has not abated and I continue down the rabbit hole after her.

This year the four of us entered the F1 fantasy league, which allows to pick a team of five drivers and two constructors under a set budget of $100M. The top drivers and constructors are all $20M+ so judicious selection is critical - seven average picks, or carve out the middle with one ace driver and several ho-hums?

As a newbie who is kept in the loop primarily by his daughter and her TikTok intake, I thought there was merit in nabbing the lead driver for Mercedes, George Russell. Full disclosure, I like his teammate Kimi Antonelli more (friggin' kid is adorable), but George gives great radio and is being tipped to have quite a season. And with the Mercedes car provoking other teams to call them cheaters, that seemed like a good team to pick, despite the expense.

This didn't leave me a lot of money left for the other five slots, but I got it rounded out eventually, and loecked in about an hour before qualifying and the cutoff for entries. My picks were based more on drivers I want to do well who fit in my budget as opposed to my hopes for their season, but I got this year's rookie, Arvid Lindblad, who is clearly just giddy to be there (like Kimi last year).

The new car construction rules (or "formula") have been a challenge for most teams and many drivers are unsure or downright skeptical, but I will say it was an exciting race with a lot of overtaking, and a solid finish for Ferrari who had a rather terrible 2025 season. 

My boy George took first place (which was great as I doubled down on him for points), and his teammate Kimi getting second was great for my constructor points.


Feeling smug, I was shocked to check our 4-person league standings today and learn that Glory had snaked me by 20 points!


Despite finishing in P6, her main driver Max Verstappen had earned 100 points compared to George's 79.


This is because you get points in the league for more than just final position; points for having the fastest lap, for overtaking positions, and in his case, winning the Driver of the Day poll (normally 10 points, but worth 20 from Glory doubling down on him).


When I complained in our group chat about this unexpected change in positions, her response was unequivocable, direct, and completely consistent with her personality:

"Get wrecked"

Ah well, perhaps the Shanghai results next week will turn out better for me.

Sunday, March 1, 2026

The Hard Times

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

-Stephen Foster

When I was in 8th grade, there was a social studies unit that begins with an audio drama depicting how you and your classmates are on a field trip visiting a military base when the signs begin blaring because war - presumably nuclear - has broken out. The students are quickly put onto a transport plane to be evacuated, but crash land on an island with flora, fauna and climate more akin to the South Pacific than anywhere in Canadian territory. With no supervision you must organize, gather resources and creat your own small scale society until rescue comes, if it ever does.

Other than the discovery of breadfruit as a potential food source, I remember very little of that unit, but that opening will stick with me. The wail of the alarm did not sound all the different from the repurposed civil defense siren at Alexandra Arena that sounded the ten pm curfew every night. Even as children, we were constantly reminded of the threat of WWIII: the notion that the DEW line might be our only warning that Soviet ICBMs were enroute over the North Pole, Audrey being directed to hide under a playground slide during a drill, countless "what if" scenarios played out on screens big and small as well as pages far and wide.

After the fall of the Berlin Wall and the dissolution of the Soviet Union though, there was much less worry about such global conflict. Sure, the Peoples Republic of China emerged as a new "near peer adversary" and then Russia re-asserted itself as a global and malign actor, but there have always been other pressing things to worry about. Global conflict has never been as significant a concern to my adult self as it seemed to be in my adolescence, and I never, never took that air of peace in my own backyard for granted. 

I mean, up until recently.

  • In 2022, Russia invaded the eastern border of Ukraine in a "Special Military Operation" (e.g. war) that somehow persists to this very day (Slava Ukraini!)
  • European nations, while not committing troops to the fight, are only two willing to help supply Ukraine where it can with jet fighters, ammunition and armoured vehicles, and Finland and Sweden have even joined NATO subsequently.
  • China also weaponized its extended coastline that it built up into the South China Sea in 2022, effectively narrowing the aperture through which international ships may pass without entering coastal waters
  • The current U.S. administration, disregarding treaties and internationl laws that inconvenience it in any way, have launched attacks with no congressional approval on the leadership of Venezuela, and as of two days ago, joined Israel in launching long range atacks on Iran (again, without a declaration of war or congressional approval).
  • Iran, having sustained not only the death of Supreme Leader Ayatollah Khameini but possible mass civilian casualties due to a school strike, is now lashing out with attacks across the Middle East (Israel, Bahrain, U.A.E., Qatar, Kuwait, Iraw and Jordan).

So, geopolitically at least, I think it is fair to say things have destabilized significantly over the past decade or so.

Meanwhile in my home province of Alberta, health care and education are failing due to mismanagement by the UCP government (e.g. 11,000 acute care beds in the '90s compared to 8,800 now, despite the population going from <3 million to over 5 million in that period); whether this is due to incompetence, callousness, active cruelty or ruthless pursuit of privatization is up for debate, but not to me.

This same government has taken no stance against the separatist movement in Alberta, a movement whose senior figures which has also claimed to have met with senior U.S. officials to discuss loans, trade treaties and even potential military support.

With that same UCP government now trying to blame immigrants for the 9.4B dollar deficit they have wrought with a really problematic set of referendum questions this fall and taking steps to transition our Sherrifs into a police force that the majority of citizens and  municipalities have made clear they don't want, many outraged Albertans calling for an election, which seems unlikely to happen.

So, yeah, all in all, between the stuff happening at home and ICE killing and beating up Americans in Democratic cities like Minneapolis, and armed conflicts increasing in multiple theatres across the globe, it is all looking a little too 1930s around here for my tastes.

Bad actors (despots, wanna-be dictators, monarchs-in-waiting and billionaire oligarchs) all seem intent on making things tough for ordinary people worldwide and it feels like things might get worse before they get better.

Even now, however, it is critical that we not give up hope.

Continue to pay attention, to speak up, to call out unjust and illegal behaviour when you see it. 

Remember that despite their power, some of these individuals are objectively stupid, like whoever decided to host a strategic military session in a curtained off area of a resort.

And times may indeed get tough, but humanity has shown an amazing ability to weather hard times - hell, look at Ukraine! Do what you can to prepare before hardships arrive.When they do, help your nieghbour where you can, so they will help you and others in turn. Community will always endure. 

I don't like the felling in the pit of my stomach, and if I hear a civil defense siren outside, even as a drill, even in jest, I will die inside just a little. 

But regardless of your belief, have faith in the wisdom of these words: "This too, shall pass."

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.