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Christ on a crutch, what a weekend!

A rather common confluence of events.

My workplace is not offering much in the way of actual work right now. I could come in first thing in the morning, make sure things were hunky-dory, go back home (if it wasn't 40 miles away), take a 6 hour nap, come back, and not be missed at all. One would think this would be a dream for the lazy but I can testify that, being incredibly lazy myself, it's not in the least.

Combine that with uninspiring and uninspired coworkers, along with unreceptive hospital staff, and you have what an optimist would call a challenge and what I call, in the midst of my usual winter blahs, a freakin' nightmare. For me, boredom and depression, combined with idle hands, are definitely the devil's workshop. I always make bad decisions under such circumstances. I probably won't be working there much longer.

The third confluence, and a revelation: Automobiles are psychic. Did you know this? They always sense the absolute worst time to start making alarming noises or to break down entirely.

If the car doesn't break down I will likely do what I usually do in the face of such obstacles - flee.

Where to this time? Where will I drift? What current will take me? On what snag will I be caught? I've said it before, I'm lucky. Something always comes along. In the meantime, I took a half day mental health time out from work on Friday. I'm going to take another one on Monday.

I went to the Wyoming Valley Mall in Wilkes Barre, but not to get a mall report. It was much too early and only the normal gimps were there. I did see young Dracula goth, arriving just as I left, though. He had more sharp triangular bangs plastered to his round pale forehead and he was wearing the same voluminous black coat. I wonder what his summer wardrobe looks like.

No, I went to the mall particularly to see what they had done with the re-opened movie theater. In a word, nothing. It's still a dump and probably won't stay in business long.

A film was playing there that had caught my eye somewhere. End of the Spear. Having read a bit about it, I went strictly for the cinematography and because I have to see just about anything that involves the Amazon Basin. End of the Spear tells the story of five missionaries and their families trying to bring the good Word to a fierce tribe in a remote area of the Ecuadorian rain-forest in 1956. Through what amounts to a misunderstanding, the missionaries are killed by the tribesmen. In a supreme act of forgiveness, the wives and families of the missionaries go to live with the tribe that killed their husbands and fathers, eventually converting the tribe to Christianity.

The movie is directed by Jim Hanon, who also filmed a documentary about this true story: Beyond the Gates of Splendor. He may have been best served leaving it at that. Although there is some very good cinematography here, minus some oversaturation in some of the jungle scenes, the story suffers from clumsy editing, wooden acting, and, in an attempt to appeal to a wider audience, a failure to delve beyond the merest surface of the story and characters. Plus, the musical score fairly bludgeons you bloody in an attempt to make sure you know exactly how you're supposed to feel in a given scene. The closing credits show snippets from Hanon's documentary, and I found those snippets more engaging than the film. Made-for-television melodrama at best. Two nudibranchs out of five.

I'll admit I may be projecting a bit. I have never liked evangelical Christians or their missions to remote parts of the world. I've always felt it the height of hubris and arrogance to think anyone needs to be saved from themselves or that "savages" require the civilizing influence of the white race. When I think of the harm done in the name of Christianity, the cultures lost. I find it amusing that the film is now in the midst of controversy in the Christian community because the male lead, Chad Allen, is not only gay, but a gay activist. It's alright to destroy the sovereignty of a people to lead their own lives but, by God, no homosexual is going to proselytize about it.

While I was writing this yet another unfortunate event introduced itself. The hard drive on my Powerbook gave clear indications that it was getting ready to fail. As it happens, I was lucky enough to get it to the Apple Store in time to back up all the data, and my dear Powerbook will have a new hard drive by the end of the week, under warranty. Meanwhile, I'm using another lovely new Mac and have suffered little more than inconvenience. Let's hope my luck continues to hold.
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My workplace is not offering much in the way of actual work right now. I could come in first thing in the morning, make sure things were hunky-dory, go back home (if it wasn't 40 miles away), take a 6 hour nap, come back, and not be missed at all. One would think this would be a dream for the lazy but I can testify that, being incredibly lazy myself, it's not in the least.


saaaaaaaaaaaame damn thing here. no work. nada, but today is a monday holiday and only the live support "team" is here, yet I have to supervise them UNTIL 8 AT FRIEKING NIGHT. So maybe there will be more work for people to do tomorrow.
I saw End of the Spear for the same reason--I can't resist anything about the Amazon.

If I'd known about the evangelical component I wouldn't have gone. I just wanted to see the photography.

I went despite the evangelical component, which was very toned down in the film, presumably because the director wanted more mass appeal.

I think I just made a pun.