We live in a miraculous age, really. Every time someone goes to the hospital you hear about some new procedure doing some amazing thing in an incredibly un-invasive way. And then the patient is back on their feet again in no time.
Scientists make great strides with impressive frequency on many of the big issues of our day.
I can beam a movie into my computer, just because I want to sit in my library and read, rather than walking into the next room to watch the same movie, beamed into the television.
These are amazing things.
I can’t keep an Internet connection when it rains.
Just before we moved here the good people voted to invite in some cable and ISP competition. Just before Christmas they dug through our neighborhood to install their new equipment.
Tiny flags sprouted up throughout the area marking underground this and buried that. Asphalt and sidewalk are painted in cryptic codes. There were two big holes in our yard. The came back along and fixed that part, at least.
But without fail the Internet turns demure at least once a day.
I stopped counting at six times today. Sure, I grouse and complain. A nice guy on Twitter who works for Charter in Missouri tried to help. But he’s in Missouri. The local folks are nice enough, too, when you can get them out here. They haven’t fixed it, yet, but at least they’re kind.
Science can do this: “We have built a wireless implantable microelectronic device for transmitting cortical signals transcutaneously.”
Get a guy out front with a shovel? You are sure to get rainwater into your conduit.
So I listened, when the Internet connection worked, to The Damned United while I read today. It was based on a friend’s recommendation, and is the fictionalized biopic about an English club manager in the 1970s. If you can’t study over that you’re just not trying.
It didn’t work out very well for the guy. He held the job just 42 days.
Later there was Death at a Funeral, last year’s American version. I’m betting the English version was better. IMDb agrees. It was probably more nuanced than the remake. Nothing is subtle about Martin Lawrence or Tracy Morgan, though.
After the rain stopped this evenin, and the Internet connection returned — Is there a list, somewhere of things that are disproportionately, irrationally disappointing? Does this top that list? — I watched Brothers, without reading.
This was the one to see undistracted. It has a reasonable flow and it possesses a sound story (it is based on a Danish story). I’d buy Tobey Maguire with a lower rank, but Jake Gyllenhaal as an ex-con works. The trailers, if you’ll recall them, did not do the film justice. The build is much slower and the end is almost uncertain.
Elsewhere, I read and studied. I tinkered with the site. You’re reading a new font. Thrilling, I know.
Tomorrow’s adventure will make today’s adventure look like … movies and reading and fonts. I hope your Wednesday is equally impressive.
