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For Your Consideration

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A very long time ago, one of the highlights of my year was when a family friend of ours would host his annual Oscars party. He would dress in a tuxedo, and we’d all gather at his house for drinks and hors d’oeuvres as we watched the red carpet arrivals and speculated on who would win what. It was great fun, particularly since we had seen most of the movies that had been nominated.

How times have changed. Who gives a crap about the Oscars anymore? And these movies and actors — Minari? Mank? Steve Yeun? LaKeith Stanfield? — Never seen ’em, never heard of ’em. It’s no surprise then, to see the trend:

Infographic: Oscars' TV Audience Plummets To All-Time Low | Statista

I think the Oscars are a lot like business travel. Covid changed society permanently, and it’ll never, ever really be back.

Atmospheric Change

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It’s been quiet for a long time. Exceptionally quiet. And why shouldn’t it be? Things are humming along in a manner that is satisfying to one and all. No one’s really needing to work. Everyone’s getting to gamble. And it’s easy to turn a profit. I’m sure people would like things to be like this until the end of time. Naturally.

It is said that the wisest words ever uttered were: “And this, too, shall pass.” Although people don’t want the firehose of free-money and risk-free profits to ever end, it will. I have no basis for saying so except the entirety of human history. It’ll end. And it will do so for reasons none of us are imagining.

Part of the quiet, incidentally, is in my own inbox. Tumbleweeds blow by, dust collects, and no missives sully it. I shouldn’t complain, though. I’d rather it be empty than full of anger. Empty isn’t so bad for a little while. The world has just the right mix of complacency and shock to not need to say anything.

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