Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

May 10, 2000

Dear Everyone:

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there.

I have returned from “Hobby”.  Got back last Saturday afternoon.  Went from an overnight low of 60, with relative humidity in the 90’s to a daily high of 60 with relative humidity of…  humidity?  what’s that?  Quite a contrast. 

This time, I only got lost once.  No unintended trips to Galveston.  And the one time that I did get lost, it was the fault of the directions which told me to start out by turning right when I should have turned left. 

Not that I can blame the directions too much.  “Hobby’s” traffic situation, by their own admission, is a nightmare.  Freeways going in all directions and people still can’t get from Point A to Point B.  So then they built an “Interstate” freeway that does nothing more than circle around the downtown area.  And, when that didn’t do the trick, they built another circle, called “The Beltway” around that. 

Nevertheless, I did manage to get to where I was supposed to be on time in most cases.  This in spite of the fact that both my travel alarm clock and wristwatch died in the night.  I could live without the alarm clock; it was more for insurance in case the hotel didn’t provide something.  But I can’t go more than two minutes without looking at my wrist to determine both the time and date. 

So I stopped at a drug store and bought a cheap watch ($9.99) to hold me over until I could get a new battery put into the real watch, which I finally accomplished this afternoon.  Other than that, things went pretty well.  Training Wednesday and Thursday mornings was very successful. 

Our attempts in the afternoon to get the barcode scanner to download to the system in the “Hobby” Records Center did not go well.  We tried all kinds of alternatives, with no luck.  Finally, we brought the thing back to California with us; and discovered on Monday that the problem was with the cable connector between the scanner base and the back of the PC. 

I spent last Friday driving to “Beaumont” to consult with a group of people who have just been spun off into a new joint venture company, which they have already nicknamed “Jay-Vee-New-Co” because they didn’t know what the new company’s name was going to be.  They’re looking for alternatives to their antiquated records management system.  The IT people liked the look of our new system, but their lead records clerk didn’t seem as hopeful.

On the drive there and back, I wasn’t surprised to find a lot of C&W stations coming up on the radio of my rental car.  And I expected a number of Spanish stations.  What I didn’t expect was how many religious stations there are.  But then again, given the traffic situation, maybe it’s reasonable after all. 

But enough of that.  Movies… 

Saw The Road to El Dorado a couple of weekends ago, when “Jeannie” was too busy working.  This is an animated musical.  In some ways, it’s very much a “Road to…” movie.  You have your Bing Crosby kind of person, your Bob Hope kind of person and there’s even a Dorothy Lamour kind of person.  And it makes about as much sense as the old Road movies, which is to say, not much. 

Kevin Kline and Kenneth Branagh provide the voices for two adventurers who stow aboard a Conquistador’s ship to the New World.  There is no explanation given for why two Spaniards would have American and British accents.  The brightest character in the bunch is a horse.  Music by Elton John and Tim Rice doesn’t do much of anything either.  Even the kids wouldn’t like this one.  Skip it. 

Gladiator is infinitely better.  Also, much longer.  This isn’t a spectacle, with every actor in Hollywood, like Spartacus.  Nor is it like all those Roman Gladiator movies that we used to watch on Saturday afternoon TV.  It’s the epic of one man, a general who has fought for Rome all his life and only wants to go home to his family.  When he is betrayed and loses everything, he winds up a slave forced to fight other slaves as entertainment. 

But the general doesn’t care if he lives and that gives him an edge.  Russell Crowe, who gained about 40 pounds to play the cigarette executive in The Insider, is in fighting trim as the general, Maximus.  This is one guy who can wear a tunic and swing a sword without looking ridiculous (remember Harry Hamlin in Clash of the Titans?) 

Other roles are aptly portrayed by Richard Harris, Oliver Reed and Joaquin Phoenix.  Great performances all around.  Good actors, well-directed in a story about someone you can care about.  Well worth the time. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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