Historical inaccuracy
It’s Friday, and I can’t always be serious. If the following offends you, please accept my apology (and loosen up a little).
The First Nations of this continent have a lot to be upset about. Without enumeration, let me add another “white man” flaw to the growing pile: Bad Movies. Right now, one of the cable channels is screening Hondo, with John Wayne and a cast of warriors. Invented (as opposed to inventive) language. Cliched costuming. Horses instead of mountain goats (seriously, the poor horses must have hated this gig, what with all the riding down cliff faces). Speared family pets.
The movie is 60 years old. Given that the director was much closer to the original period, I am less willing to excuse the “historical inaccuracies”. There were people alive that LIVED through the real thing; all he had to do was ask. Instead, perpetuation of stereotypes. Maybe it’s time to change channels.
My work telephone company got things right today. We can now dial “overseas”, the way we requested more than a month ago. Kudos to one technician who decided to fix the problem rather than passing the buck. Or bucks. I saw the billing for the original request, that wasn’t fixed… $135 for advice on the possibility of long distance calling. Not much there to cheer about.
In preparation for my annual absence, I cleaned off my desk this afternoon. And took pictures to share with family. What I should do is something like in movies, where they drop an idealized picture into the camera view, so that the observers never know that reality exceeds itself.
