Too swamped -- back from Disneyland to face my three classes and a couple of proposals and more (and cleaning out the freezer) -- to write anything very substantive today. At least Izzy will always have fond memories of the Dumbo the Flying Elephant ride.
Is anyone heartened by the fact that there finally seems to be a critical (and commercial) agreement of sorts at the Grammys, who have always been notoriously unreliable? (I'm referring to Outkast's album voted as Album of the Year, by both the Grammys and The Village Voice, among many others.)
And is anyone else rooting for another critical and commercial success to win Best Picture at the notoriously unreliable Oscars? (I'm referring to ROTK, of course, and its Oscar will no doubt be in recognition of the entire trilogy -- but Clint will win Best Director, unless Sofia pulls an upset.)
And did you folks love the way Timbaland raved about the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack in the New York Times Sunday Magazine from a couple weeks back? "Coldplay and Radiohead are the illest groups to me." (Though he could have given a little credit to Chad Hugo -- it's the Neptunes, Tim...)
And I thought I'd plug an album sure to be on my best of 2004 -- and it's only February! -- Kanye West's The College Dropout. Amazing. Go out and get it now.