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Separate Or One?

For over a decade I haven't lived with cable Television.

Since right about the time of moving out of my parent's place to my own apartment in downtown Vancouver, when almost all my paycheck would go to mortgage payments... and the tiny left over to paying for expensive colorful drinks on the nights we'd go clubbing!


And  just when I moved up the ladder high enough to reach the TV knob, I fell for and married my Mr. Urban, a deeply principled man who does not believe in "passive consumption of commercial programs".

OK.

And now, owning a Toddler and all, more and more I believe that not having access to cable is a good thing for our family....

EXCEPT, once a year on OSCAR night.

I start the day cursing the day I bought into the DARN NO TV philosophy.  I fret the whole day, and by mid afternoon, an anxious Mr. Urban says, "Sweetie, next year just get cable for the occasion."

"I Will!", I reply rather brat-ishly, and knowing full well that waiting a whole week for the cable guy to arrive is more painful than missing the Oscars. And that, I'll never go through with!

Thank god for the up to date pictures and news on Google.  So, once again I'll sit in front of my computer in my Oscar-Party gown, sipping Champagne, piecing together the pictures and the stories, while Mr. Urban looks on half bemusedly and half amusedly... 

All jokes aside, here's wishing a good night to all the people in the movie business that made this an especially good year to watch films...  you've brought us hours of joy and we needed it!   

I also want to say a Good Luck and Thank You to the cast and crew of the film A Separation, an Iranian film nominated for an Oscar. 

I guess for now World Politics requires there to be good guys and bad guys around this world of ours.... but my experiences of living as a world citizen has made one thing clear to me, that people are the same the world over.   And different languages, and songs, and foods, and social manners are just fun things to be celebrated and enjoyed.... not to be feared.

A Separation

What touched me the most about  the story of A Separation, was the message that under the veil of politics and religion we all have the same human concerns: love, loss, worry about economic pressures and providing for and protecting our families, and the hope of connecting to one another....
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