Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

October 2, 2002

Dear Everyone:

Last week’s trip to Chicago went well.  No lost planes.  No missed luggage.  A little bit late getting off the ground at the airport (bit of a traffic jam with all the planes coming and going); although I can’t remember if that was on the trip out or the trip back, so it probably doesn’t matter.

The conference, Managing Electronic Records, was quite a ground-breaker when they started it ten years ago.  Then it was state of the art.  Or, as “Marshall” puts it, “… on the bleeding edge of technology.”  Today, it’s still good, but there’s a lot more preaching to the choir.  Yes, all of us in records management realize that keeping track of all the electronic documents sitting out on people’s hard drives (actually, their machines’ hard drives) is an enormous problem.

So far, we seem to be in agreement that no one has yet to find the silver bullet that will solve the problem for everyone.  Bits here, pieces there; but no perfect solution anywhere.  Like “Richard” says, “It rhymes, so it must be true.”  And, in the meantime, legions of lawyers looking for that “smoking” email that will make, or break, their case.

As for Chicago itself:  Well, my hotel room afforded a view of the side of the John Hancock Building across the street.  Mostly I just saw the inside of the hotel.  The literature on the conference had suggested “business casual” and dressing in layers to account for changes in temperature.  Actually, they weren’t talking about the weather, which was very nice.  They were alluding to the inside of the hotel.  Some of those large meeting rooms can get quite chilly.  And if I thought it was cold, the rest of the group must have considered it positively Arctic.

And the food was your typical hotel food.  ‘Nuff said.

However, I was informed before I left for the conference that, if you’re going to visit Chicago, you absolutely must have a good steak dinner.  (I think it’s in the city charter somewhere.)  So, I called someone who had attended the conference in the past and got the name of a restaurant:  Chicago Chop House.  It was within “walking distance” of the hotel.

And a group of us went and, oh my, that prime rib simply melted in your mouth.  Now, technically, prime rib is not a steak, but it was red meat and it was great.

We also saw the Chicago Yacht Club, where the conference hosts held a reception on the second night.  Other than that, the hotel and the airport were as much of Chicago as I saw.  Next time, I’ll try to find time to at least make it to the top of the Hancock building.

Meanwhile, back at the office…

I still have to write a Trip Report about the conference, of course.  And there’s a bunch of data that someone dumped onto some CD’s.  Someone needs to reformat this data so that it can be imported into a repository.  Guess who got volunteered?

On the one hand, the work is very tedious and time-consuming.  On the other hand, it’s very mechanical, which means it doesn’t require a lot of attention.  So I can stick a CD in the player and rock out while I reformat.  Most importantly, I can charge my time to that project.

OK, enough of that.  Movies.

About a Boy.  The only reason I saw this movie is that it was playing on the flight out to Chicago.  This is the only reason I can think of to see it at all, unless you particularly like Hugh Grant.  He plays Will, a young man with nothing to do.  His father wrote a Christmas song back in 1958, and Will lives on the residuals.  His home is a showcase for really expensive toys.

But the movie is really more about the boy, Marcus.  Marcus has a problem in that he’s a nerd to begin with and his mother is severely depressed after her divorce.  When Marcus realizes that he can’t watch over his mother 24/7, he decides to enlist Will’s help.  This doesn’t work out too well, but Will begins to discover that, while he would make a terrible husband, having never really grown up himself, he just might make a good father.

Add another single mother with another son, mix well.  Eventually, Marcus has the support group he needs.  And Will has grown up just a bit.

The Four Feathers.  This was “Jeannie’s” choice last Saturday.  Yet another remake (there’ve been six so far) based on the book originally published in the early 1900’s.  Set in 1884, young Harry is an officer and a gentleman, serving in Her Majesty’s army.  His father is a general.  All his friends are in his regiment.  He has a lovely fiancée.  All is well.  He’ll serve in the army for a few years, thus making his father happy; get married and resign from the service and maybe find out what he really wants to be when he grows up.

Then somebody decides to send his regiment to the Sudan where the pesky “natives” are raising a fuss because they just don’t understand The White Man’s Burden.  Harry resigns, and his friends and fiancée present him with the famous white feathers, signifying cowardice.  Harry and family are disgraced.  The regiment goes off to the Sudan.

Those pesky “natives” make mincemeat out of the British forces.  Seems those bright red jackets stand out against the desert, making for nice, big targets.  Harry learns that his friends are in trouble, so he runs off to the Sudan, disguises himself as an Arab and proceeds to help one friend after another, with the assistance of a Sudanese native.  (If you find this incredulous, you’re thinking too much.)

The director is from India, so you might be expecting a revisionist version, with the “natives” being more noble and the Brits more clueless than usual.  But no.  Unless the director is laughing up his sleeve.  Some great battle sequences.  Great period costumes, too.

Finally, The Tuxedo.  “Jeannie” doesn’t like Jackie Chan, although as far as I know, she’s never seen him.  So I went alone.  This is a delightfully daffy send-up of all the James Bond movies.  Bond always had those clever gadgets that came to his rescue at critical moments.  This time, the hero, “Devlin”, has a special tuxedo.  When the hero is incapacitated, his driver, Jimmy (Chan), has to take over.

Chan’s best movies are the ones where he plays an innocent bystander who accidentally walks into the middle of some trouble and just happens to have razor-sharp reflexes.  Here the suit gets all the credit, even if it’s Chan who’s bouncing off the walls.

Jennifer Love Hewitt plays the girl (there’s always a girl).  She doesn’t want to be a “Bond girl”.  She wants to be Bond.  More importantly, she wants to be taken seriously.  This ambition is doomed as long as she works in the sophomoric department that she’s in.

Hewitt and Chan actually work quite well together.  As Chan gets older, his reflexes get a bit slower and his English and his acting skills get better.  He’ll never be nominated for an Oscar.  But anyone who likes the Bond movies will enjoy this one.

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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