Sunday Feast № 9 | Oscars' Night Smørrebrød Improv

	Tomorrow night, freshly minted golden statutes, each called Oscar, will be given new owners and homes.    That's right, it's that night of the year when movie buffs, critics, couch potatoes, snobs, enthusiast and consumers do the dance that either divides them or makes them "ooh" and "aah" in unison, for the 88th time. Pure tango.    Not having a reference at hand, I will construe the origin. Here were these shows, and their makers were playing The Game to make it all BUSINESS, and were wanting to get awards no one was giving them and to have the clout in the part of the city they called home and beyond. Complicated matter, but you gotta start somewhere. Business is Business and it has little patience for procrastination of real or feigned Art unless Art makes money, provides promise of glory and riches, or occasionally sublimes beyond all of that.
	sublime verb | sub·lime | \sə-ˈblīm\ sub·limed sub·lim·ing transitive verb 1: to cause to pass directly from the solid to the vapor state and condense back to solid form 2 [French sublimer, from Latin sublimare] a (1): to elevate or exalt especially in dignity or honor (2): to render finer (as in purity or excellence) b: to convert (something inferior) into something of higher worth intransitive verb : to pass directly from the solid to the vapor state
	Simplistic and cynical, I know, especially since that very Business has created many a dream, fostered technical advances and tattletales for our pure enjoyment, brought us glamour, exposed us to realities we would rather forget or not step into but have to know about, and created jobs that span beyond its lots as long as the economy is good.    Depending on your inclination vis-à-vis this Film and Show Business, you can either watch 88th Academy Awards ceremony, watch "There's No Business Like Show Business" or "Chicago", or opt for a spot of theater. Either way, keep the evening meal light in the spirit of the red carpet, but not minute. Minute is for starving artistes and those that want to or need to look just so since the lens adds pounds and ... and I am trying hard not to go down that pathway of analysis, commentary, issues, and views. I'd rather eat.    Improvised smørrebrød will do just fine. Grab buttered rye bread and stack on your toppings (smoked salmon or lox, marinated herrings, cold cuts, lettuce, tomatoes, hard boiled eggs, etc.) and wash it all down with cold beer - more filling than canapés and more grounding than champagne. It will be Sunday night, and most of us have to clock in early on Monday morning to non-Film and non-Show Business jobs, at least till we get that part we were made for.