{"id":8073,"date":"2012-01-08T22:42:38","date_gmt":"2012-01-09T03:42:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8073"},"modified":"2012-01-08T22:42:38","modified_gmt":"2012-01-09T03:42:38","slug":"tinkering-tailoring-etc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8073","title":{"rendered":"Tinkering, tailoring, etc."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/81595350@N00\/6317131922\/in\/photostream\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm7.staticflickr.com\/6037\/6317131922_c4b0c90780.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>A quiet Sunday. <\/p>\n<p>First there was the crossword puzzle. <\/p>\n<p>Then there was my regular writing group:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;We don&#8217;t talk about the boysenberry incident,&#8221; said Rogers. &#8220;I won&#8217;t lie, it was a rough time for all of us here at the company. But we&#8217;ve retired the flavor, and we&#8217;ve settled with the families of the victims out of court. We&#8217;re moving on.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He eyed the young reporter from the Frozen Dairy Times. Karen, or &#8212; no, wait, <i>Careen<\/i>, she had politely corrected him &#8212; and regretted, not for the first time, having agreed to this tour of the facility and interview. Corporate had insisted &#8212; all part of their kinder, gentler initiative, a &#8220;so sorry we accidentally poisoned some of your ice cream last year&#8221; &#8212; but now was a terrible time for it. There was the new hire in flavor development to contend with, for one, who continued to insist his lab was understocked and a disgrace, and someone in order processing had accidentally swapped two-percent for skim milk again, all eighty-eight gallons of it. But most of all, there was that cryptic memo from the head of R&#038;D Rogers had received in his in-box just that morning: &#8220;New technology. Tighten cybersecurity. Tell no one.&#8221; The first time he&#8217;d seen a memo like that, it had been before they&#8217;d released their best-selling creme de menthe and butterscotch swirl. They&#8217;d cornered the market, skyrocketed the company to the big league and, for the first time, the national supermarkets. But the <i>last<\/i> time he&#8217;d seen this kind of memo had been right before the boysenberry incident. This could be accolades or tainted berries, and either way Rogers didn&#8217;t need a nosy reporter snooping around while he tried to figure it out.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So if you don&#8217;t mind me asking,&#8221; said Careen, flipping the page of her little notebook and clicking her pen, &#8220;what are you working on now? I&#8217;m sure our loyal readers would love to hear how Super Tastie Ice Cream plans to bounce back from last year&#8217;s troubles.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, you know,&#8221; said Rogers. &#8220;Several irons, lots of fires. A bit of this, a scoop of that. Nothing too exciting, I&#8217;m afraid.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s not what I heard,&#8221; said Careen. &#8220;Word on the street is your R&#038;D department has been stockpiling loganberries and home-brewing its own marshmallow sauce.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No comment,&#8221; said Rogers. Damn, where was this woman getting her information? It was going to be a long, long day if he couldn&#8217;t get rid of her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Yeah, I don&#8217;t know either.<\/p>\n<p>Then there was the new <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt1340800\/\">Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy<\/a>. It was&#8230;I guess the word I&#8217;m looking for is &#8220;okay.&#8221; It&#8217;s very well cast, often quite well acted, and looks every bit like 1970s England. And yet&#8230;dear lord is it ever slow. Like the book, which I read originally in anticipation of the movie over the summer, a lot the appeal <i>is<\/i> that slowness, the tedium, the very humdrum reality and paper-pushing of being a spy. John le Carr\u00c3\u00a9&#8217;s novel may be one of the few I&#8217;ve read where boredom is actually kind of a selling point. Yet that slowness isn&#8217;t necessarily very <i>cinematic<\/i>. There&#8217;s a lot to really like about the film, particularly in the performances and subtle moments, but at times I felt like there were just <i>too many<\/i> subtle moments &#8212; too many scenes of quiet men having hushed conversations or just exchanging knowing looks in smoky rooms. If I <i>hadn&#8217;t<\/i> read the book, and so recently, I might very well have been lost.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s far from a terrible movie &#8212; it looks too good and has too many good performances for that &#8212; but I&#8217;m not entirely convinced I <i>enjoyed<\/i> it.<\/p>\n<p>This evening, though, I watched about half of <i>Aliens<\/i>, which I definitely enjoyed. I haven&#8217;t seen it in years, but for Christmas I got the Anthology, Blu-ray discs of all four films. (It looks incredible in that format, by the way.) I&#8217;d still be watching it now &#8212; and long into the night &#8212; if I didn&#8217;t accept the fact that I have to go back to work tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A quiet Sunday. First there was the crossword puzzle. Then there was my regular writing group: &#8220;We don&#8217;t talk about the boysenberry incident,&#8221; said Rogers. &#8220;I won&#8217;t lie, it was a rough time for all of us here at the company. But we&#8217;ve retired the flavor, and we&#8217;ve settled with the families of the victims &#8230; <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=8073\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[14,28,12],"class_list":["post-8073","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-movies","tag-personal","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8073"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8073"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8073\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8073"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8073"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8073"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}