I used to refer to Academy Awards night as High Holy Day (although it’s lost most of its luster for me over the years.) Thinking back to where I’ve watched the Oscars has been like a roadmap of the last five years:
- 2015 – On the floor of a Beijing hotel room watching with Eli & Xiaohan. (Birdman)
- 2016 – At my desk at ODW, unable to find (even a pirated) stream of the telecast and instead just refreshing the winner’s page. (Spotlight)
- 2017 – In a rental house in Berkeley with Martin & Zoya, still jetlagged from having just flown back from Shanghai to move home. (La-La Land, no, oops, Moonlight)
- 2018 – In a hotel room in Cedar City UT at the end of the very first day of my road trip around the country. (The Shape of Water)
- 2019 – In my penthouse apartment in Stamford CT. (Green Book)
I wonder where I’ll watch it in 2020.



I finally had a chance to see a movie at this adorable little indie movie theater a short walk from my house.


This is the view from my cubicle looking over my monitors. That bright, sideways isosceles triangle is a sliver of window. (I think I’m the only one happy that my department is moving a few floors down during construction for the next six months.)
