Friday, June 05, 2020

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: When Love Goes Wrong (Nothing Goes Right) 1953

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

1) This is from the movie Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Have you seen it? A million times. Here's my favorite (and the most famous) scene.

2) The lyrics tell us that, when love goes wrong, "a match won't light." When did you most recently light a match? Probably some birthday candles, but I don't remember. I don't think I even have matches anymore.

3) The duet is performed at a French sidewalk cafe, where Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe are (literally) sharing a cup of coffee. With whom did you most recently have coffee? I never drink coffee, but to be less literal, the last time I went on a coffee break was back in mid-March, when I still working at the office. I remember standing in the coffee room with Carla from production, as she sipped her coffee and I waited for my tea to brew.

4) The tune was written by prolific composer Hoagy Carmichael. He was influenced by his mother, who earned extra money for the family playing piano during silent movies. Who in your life influenced your career choices? When I was a secretary (back in the days when we were still called "secretaries"), I worked for an officious, rather silly man. One of the company's few women VPs had the office next to his, and she took a liking to me. "Doesn't it bother you that you're smarter than your boss?" she'd ask me. She gave me pep talks all the time, and when the opportunity arose to take the test to become a copywriter, she literally placed it in my hands (and into the hands of her own secretary). Her name was Celeste. I'm eternally gratefully to her. She really paid it forward.

5) Jane and Marilyn shared something beyond movie stardom. They were both married to Hall of Famers. Marilyn Monroe was married to Joe DiMaggio, who was inducted into the baseball Hall of Fame in 1955. Jane was married to quarterback Bob Waterfield, inducted into the football Hall of Fame in 1965. Which sport would you rather watch: baseball or football? Cubs baseball.

I miss my guys

 6) Jane and Bob Waterfield were high school sweethearts at Van Nuys High. The Southern California school was used as a set for the 1982 movie, Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Tell us something about your high school. Here's a cheer: We are the bulldogs, the mighty, mighty bulldogs. Everywhere we go, people wanna know, who we are. So we tell 'em: We are the bulldogs, the mighty, mighty bulldogs ...

7) Marilyn and Joe DiMaggio met on a blind date at a Hollywood restaurant called Villa Nova. Have you ever arranged a blind date? If so, did the couple hit it off and end up dating? Nope. I've never set anyone up.

8) In 1953, when Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was released, a tornado did severe damage to Waco, TX. Tell us about a major weather event that you endured (tornado, hurricane, flood, blizzard, heat wave, etc.). In 2011, we had the storm known as the SNOtorious BIG. More than 21" inches of snow fell. It was quite exciting. Of course, I'm on the fourth floor and don't have to shovel.

9) Random question: You see a filthy puddle. Floating on top are cigarette butts, a leaf, and a $1 bill. Would you bend over and rescue the dollar? Ew. Ick. No.

Born to Run

Reynaldo had a trip to the vet. He enjoyed it thoroughly. So much, in fact, that he's taken to sleeping in his carrier near the door. My girl cat, Connie, avoids the carrier like the plague (or should I say corona virus?) because it means outdoors, strange smells, scary sounds, unfamiliar hands and perhaps even a shot. But not Rey. He's built for adventure. As soon as this hot spell ends, I'll take him to park.

The vet reports he's in generally good health for an old man, but he is an old man. A 16-year-old cat is the equivalent of an 80-year-old human. So it's not surprising that his vision is failing -- which explains why sometimes when he leaps onto tables or countertops, he misses. He sleeps more soundly than he used to. He's lost a little weight.

The vet recommends I feed Rey whenever he begs. And Rey begs a lot. He wants to see us again in six months.

It's so hard for me to get my mind around the fact that my companion, sparring partner and love bug is old.

June 5

"Now it's on to Chicago and let's win there." Those were the last words Bobby Kennedy ever said from a podium. June 5, 1968. Minutes later, he was shot.

I've been thinking about Bobby all day. I remember a speech he gave about violence, just two months before he died. Fortunately I was able to find it on YouTube. Unfortunately, every syllable of it is relevant today. Please watch it.

I am so lucky that I grew up on the Kennedys. That they're the ones who shaped my world view. I feel bad for the kids today who feel that the self-aggrandizing bully in the White House represents public service.

It takes a village to raise a MacBook from the dead

My work computer crapped out completely as soon as mandatory work from home began. It caused me enormous stress. The idea of the virus was still new to me then (after all, it was 82 days ago), and I didn't know how I could do my job without a laptop loaded with the proper programs.

I went downtown that day, even though we were told to stay home. I went to IT, still there with a skeleton crew, and all three of them agreed my computer was "dead." With all the chaos caused by the pandemic, there wasn't anyone available who could authorize a loaner. Fortunately I brought my personal little MacBook Air with me -- it really is that light! -- and they loaded what they could onto it.

Flash forward to now: Over the next two weeks, we're all supposed to go in and clean off/clean out our workspace of personal items so maintenance can do a deep clean. This is in preparation of the office beginning to reopen next month.

I sent an email to Mr. Man, the head of our agency, asking him if he could arrange someone to be onsite to give me a new computer. I pointed out that three months' of wear-and-tear on my personal laptop isn't fair, and for security reasons I should do client work on an agency laptop. I closed by kissing his ass: "If you can't authorize a new computer, no one can!"

No one can. He put the head of IT on the case, who does not want any of his staff coming in to the office "prematurely" to give me a new laptop. He assigned Stephen to help restore my laptop. Over the phone.

Stephen was not at all optimistic. He kept saying, "Don't get your hopes up."

Well, it took four hours over two days, but we got the old piece of shit up and running! I can access all my old files (yea!) and email, but that's it. It's not capable of Zoom or WebEx meetings ... for some reason. It won't let me access certain websites ... for some reason. Stephen said that, if he were able to actually handle the machine and play around with it, he might be able to find a solution to these problems, but for now, this is the best he can do.

I can use it for work, Monday through Friday, and give my MacBook Air a well-deserved rest. I'll have to switch back to my personal machine for online meetings, but what the hell.

My takeaway in all this is that Mr. Man is not really in charge of our agency, he just thinks he is. IT runs the world.