Yesterday the blogotwittofaceosphere was all abuzz over the Oscar nominations. Over the past couple of years, I've gotten completely away from going to the movies, something I used to love. Part of that was economic - a night at the movies for two cost more than a month of Netflix and Hulu combined. While we enjoy the experience and the movies at Spectrum8, the other theaters around are unpleasant experiences, and the few times I think we should go out, there's never anything I want to see. (How much do I sound like my parents now). And so while all this Oscar buzzing was going on, I realized that once again I had not seen a single movie they were buzzing about. In fact, I think I had only even heard of one of the movies.

Ultimately, this is how we turn into our own parents. It's partly accidental, as over time there are just too many new things to keep up with, too many things to pay attention to, and too few that we actually need to know to get through life. So things like texting emerge, and we ask, "Isn't that just email to your phone?" and the kids shake their heads. (It is, by the way.) Or the latest thing that replaces that last latest thing comes along, and you're just not ready to move on ("I just got ON Facebook!")

It's also partly intentional, because, as always, so much of pop culture is just crap that fills the time. And there are so many gems from the past that need to be read, watched, listened to, it seems like there's no time or room for the cascade of the new, which is unculled and untested. Occasionally something marvelous suddenly catches my eye or ear (Florence + The Machine) and I'm actually a little bit plugged into the zeitgeist, and sometimes I hear something at the skating rink that doesn't actually offend me, and I'm forced to ask the main (or perhaps emergency backup) teenager who it is, and it turns out to be someone with actual talent (Adele) that I chose to ignore because she was just one more one-named singer.Again and again I hear the names of actors and actresses whose work I'm absolutely unaware of, and I find that I don't really care to figure it out. I know there are such things as Ryan Reynolds and Megan Fox, and that's exactly as much as I know.

My willful ignorance, however,  cannot overcome the absolutely insidious omnipresence of  Khardashians, which I view as truly a sign of the end of days, or at least an admission that we no longer require our entertainment to be in any way entertaining, just that it be on and omnipresent.

So, this is how we turn into our parents. Turns out it's not entirely accidental.

Busy. Not all good. Winter's finally here, or at least the cold and blowy parts of it, and I've been off the bike, which is fine because I always need a break from it. Been on the skates a bit though,which has been fantastic for my old broken knee. Turns out to be just what I needed to finally, after a year, get it back to feeling normal. I can even kneel again, which I proved over the weekend by installing a new floor in the hallway. Usually when I finally get around to a project that I've put off for 20 years, I find out exactly the reason I've put it off -- they prove to be nightmares. This one wasn't like that, it proved to be a dream, especially with my new laser-guided chop saw. That thing's a frickin' dream, and for the first time ever I got the trim exactly perfect, everywhere.

• An umbrella that I KNOW I brought home.
• A balaclava that I am absolutely positive was hanging by the heat register with my other cold weather biking clothes just a couple of weeks ago, and yet is nowhere to be found.
• My favorite winter hat.
  
• A stuffsack that was filled with other stuffsacks. We have torn this house apart looking for them, and they are nowhere to be found.
• Elvis Costello's "Imperial Bedroom," as far as I can tell the only CD I have lost since I bought my first one in 1985. I have it on digital, but it still bothers me.
• My left knee, though I think it's coming back to me.
  
• A certain sense of financial insecurity.
• And, apparently, a certain sense of a different security.
  

Of course, it hasn't happened yet, so there are no reactions, no "present faces," no "you shouldn't have's" yet. But I'm ready to call this the most successful Christmas in quite some time. For starters, we did a huge amount of our shopping in local stores, particularly Troy, particularly Pfeil Hardware, which is one of those treasures we all wish would exist. Small, friendly, bursting with just about everything for the home. Go there and be amazed, and then go back again and keep buying stuff there. (Our nearer hardware store used to be like that, but they gave in to terrors of Walmart and Home Depot and gave up carrying a lot of the household items that made them such a great local resource.) Also did a lot of business at Market Block Books and a number of the great little galleries and stores nearby. If Rebekah had her way, she'd spend every dime she gets at DesignIt Together, which does some wonderful designs and carries a lot of local music. Everything we didn't get in Troy we got from Amazon, and a few things from Target. So in the end, there was only one trip to the mall during the entire Christmas season, and it was a bust, so not a dime was spent at a place that I hate with a resounding passion. I consider that success.

Also, the roast squash, pear-cranberry pies, and panettone pudding are all made and cooling. Tomorrow, we pop the local ham from Rolf's Pork Store in the oven (and rinse and repeat on Monday), and all is done. I was in a position to treat people for Christmas, and to keep a lot of the money local. What could be better than that?

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Apparently, this lovely, graceful building, formerly the Odd Fellows Hall on State Street in Schenectady, just a few steps from Proctor's Theater, needs to come down. Not for structural reasons, but because a company wants a new building (and business downtown is a good thing), and they couldn't work with this one. Is there any chance that what replaces it will ever be so lovely? No.

I don't think I've had medical treatment in the past couple of years that wasn't primarily designed not to treat the problem, which has usually already passed of its own accord, but in order to rule things out. It's a good thing to do, it's the way to keep from being caught by surprise, and I have definitely known some people who were caught by surprise, but five hours in the ER, a nice little dose of radiation and ripping off the IV tape seems a high price to pay to learn, once again, there's nothing wrong with me. But ruling things out comes with the over-50 territory, doesn't it? So I rule things out. But at this point it would be nice to find out something is actually wrong and be able to fix it. I was actually excited a few months back when it looked like my nagging knee problem was a torn meniscus, something that could be surgically corrected. I don't want surgery, haven't ever had anything major, and there are definite risks, but I actually got excited that there could be a quick fix. I had to draw the honest surgeon who looked at it and said there was nothing for him to do. And so it goes.

The Nutcracker is rarely seen in broad daylight. Apparently he looks much larger on stage.

Victorian-era young ladies in the '40s-era updated lobby of the 19th-century Troy Savings Bank building, enjoying bottled spring water and talking on a contraption that Jules Verne didn't imagine.Victoria would be pleased, these girls are not naked.

Finally get that tree up, do some last minute gift-bagging (wrapping is not for me), and the holidays will be upon us and gone and 2011 will be over, and once again I'll be left feeling like I should have done one of those best-of-the-year posts that everyone seems to do  J. Eric has a nice post over at Indie Albany listing his top 20 albums of the year; while returning to the full-time working world has made it possible for me to buy albums again, as far as I can tell I bought three, and none of them was released this year, except perhaps "Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under." Buzzfeed listed "21 People Who Died in 2011 And Will Be Missed;" I'd heard of 11 of them. Top TV shows? Well, we gave up cable this year. Movies? Didn't go to a single one.

So with that in mind, and before I forget to do it at all, here are my best of 2011 picks:

• Best TV Show I Never Watched Before: Doctor Who (with David Tennant, the Tenth Doctor).
• Best Not In Any Way New Artist: Amanda Fucking Palmer and Dresden Dolls.
• Best Book I Re-read: Erik Larson's "The Devil in the White City."
• Best Movie: the Mystery Science Theater 3000 version of "A Touch of Satan"
  
• Best Re-discovered Vacation Spot: Old Forge, New York.
• Best Financial Security: Weekly paycheck.
• Best Bike Ride: every one of them, even the commutes.