F 1 D 0 -- 2001 11 30 at 02 30 I really liked Bread and Tulips. It's all Jean's fault. She thinks Nathan has something to do with this, but he only likes big movies, like Gladiator, or Fight Club. Consider this a tribute to the things we learn. A toast to old friends. Bread and Tulips is a sweet Italian love story. Alba is the main protagonist, and we'll be watching her for the entire movie. She is also called Rosalda. She's married to a man who runs a bath fittings company. He's a jerk, but is human. He yells at her for everything. She deals with this by hanging up the phone. Well, the family is on a bus tour of Rome, and during a bathroom stop, the bus leaves without Alba. She phones her husband, and he yells. He tells her to Not Move. Well, yelling was an error. She meets a friendly lady who gives her a ride halfway home. She meets a guy who will take her the rest of the way. She's talking with him, and she mentions she's never seen Venice. He's going that way and could take her. The rest of the story happens in Venice mostly. (I'll leave the rest of the plot for you to see) The story has lots of symbolism. They've stolen from Beauty and the Beast, and from Cinderella. Both thefts are done in an obvious shameless way, but they work. And a happy ending too. If you want action, or subtlety, this is not the movie. It is mostly dialog, and for us who understand English, that means subtitles. The film takes its time. That's a good thing. I went to the film because I had to cope with another room mate thing. Word gets around instantly. Should I give a discount, they all want one. I cannot budge on this! But do they ever want me to budge. I was so flustered. So after this meeting, I left for a Cineplex Odeon. I went to the Grande at Sheppard Station, but they were no longer showing it there. I went to the one at the Manulife Centre, only to find the same thing. But they had a newspaper, and told me today was the last day of showing for this one, and I could only see it at the Carlton. Perhaps there were a dozen of us in the audience. I had time to get a coffee and just relax at a local Starbucks. For some reason I found this rest very strengthening. I should have left for the customer visit to be there for 7pm, but instead I telelphoned and arranged for a later arrival. He was happy with that. So I went to see the film. There were no trailers. So anyone expecting a 10 minute period of commercials would be late. Afterwards, I found my way to see a customer. He's a fire investigator. He's been busy, and his life gets worse around the Christmas season. People cook who normally do not. People use extension cords as permanent wiring. He sees furniture crimping wires, and slowly, perhaps over a month or more, being forced together. His job is to tell the insurance, the police, and the family what happened. His computer! Gawd, it had zillions of virii. Ok, it had only three, but they were bad. He had the MTX, the SirCam, and the Magistrate. I'm hardly an expert on these things, but they do send themselves around. I thought virus problems were bad when they'd save themselves to disk. Modern ones spawn email, then cover their own tracks. The SirCam is renown for reading your messages, and using a sentence or two from a message you've written. "Here are the marketing studies you've requested. Have a look and get back to me." ... if this is something you've said. "In the name of the Lord and his only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, may you have peace. The enclosed prayer is ..." Even my brother Ari, who never catches any kind of virus at all, was caught by this one. A colleague sent him something, and it sounded right. So he opened it. His computer only had 1.5 gigabytes of space, in all. But I keep forgetting how much space that really is. I was able to get perhaps 390 megabytes of space by erasing useless humour attachments, such as movies and wave files. By today's standards it is so small, but it will be just fine. It is raining here now, but not in excess. I was happily bundled up, and really enjoyed walking home. As cold as it was, if you have a hat, a scarf, and gloves, even the dollarstore variety, I kept just perfect. I came in the door tonight, and Shania the dog barked at me. She's a watchdog, huh? Barks only at her friends. Time for a bite to eat, and then bed. That's all I know.