Saw a lovely film this evening: Miss Potter, the dramatized story of Beatrix Potter, of “Peter Rabbit” fame.
Renée Zellweger is most charming as Miss Potter, showing a depth of character and performance that has been the hallmark of her work since Cold Mountain. Ewan McGregor is also wonderful in his portrayal of Norman Warne, the publisher of the Peter Rabbit series, and the rest of the cast shines, as well.
But the star of the show is most often the scenery: gorgeous views of England’s Lake District, and of early 20th century London (filmed at the Isle of Man to get the pebble stone road authenticity).
T’was a great film.
As a side note: we saw recently-retired NBC4 movie critic Arch Campbell at the screening, and he’s a great character. He says he’ll be back – he has something new “under his sleeve” – and I can’t wait to see what he brings to the table as a freelancer.
Three things I feel a need to address:
- To the guy in the black Impala who blared at me through his window while I rode south on MacArthur Boulevard this morning: shut the #@$% up! He yelled at me to “stay in the f—ing bike lane.” There are two problems with that: the bike lane is littered with glass right now, and I was going 22 miles per hour. A quick check of the Montgomery County regulations shows that the speed limit on the multi-use path on the southbound side of MacArthur is 15 miles per hour. This is the case because it is a bi-directional, multi-use trail. I could encounter other cyclists, joggers, walkers, or even folks on horseback, and the rule is there to try and keep the maximum closing speed for any two users 30 mph. As it was, my fellow cyclist and I were observing all rules and regulations for road use, and were riding between 20 and 25 mph on a 35 mph road. This user simply wanted to bomb along at 50 mph with “a little room for error.” The thing is: going 50 on this stretch of MacArthur will save most drivers less than one minute of commute time – hardly worth the effort this driver exerted to yell at me.
- To the folks who cheered, whooped and hollered at the Blue Angels’ fly-over at President Ford’s burial in Grand Rapids: the cheers were inappropriate. The pilots were doing a missing man formation, a sign of reverence toward a fallen soldier or commander. It is meant as a solemn, silent sign of respect – not a stunt show. Yo, spectators: the fact that the honor guard was standing at attention while “Taps” was being played – all while the jets flew overhead – should’ve been a clear sign that cheers were not appropriate. Is it any wonder that other countries see us as hicks without manners?
- To Cindy Sheehan, who took it upon herself to disrupt a press conference on domestic issues being held by the incoming Democratic House leadership: your 15 minutes are over. In continuing to monkey wrench, protest ad infinitum, and otherwise try and steal the spotlight at completely inopportune times, you do a disservice to the cause you claim to support. You are – to borrow from The Bard – “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Please, Cindy: pass on the torch, or at least take a more mature tactic to heart. Butting in on the incoming house leadership during a news conference which had nothing to do with the U.S. military operations in Iraq and Afghanistan is simply foolish – shame on you, Cindy. And shame on the liberal blognuts who continue to deify Ms. Sheehan and her misguided actions.
Activity: road cycling
Location: Dupont Circle > Glen Echo, MD
Distance: 18.3 (moderately hilly)
Duration: 1:11
Weather: partly cloudy, 34 degrees
Avg HR: 163 (max 177)
Type: aerobic
An early ride, and a cold one. Winter seems to be back, if only temporarily. Saw a red fox, and saw lots of traffic, as we got off to a slightly later start to see if the added daylight would help.
Activity: road cycling
Location: Dupont Circle > Potomac, MD
Distance: 38.7 (moderately hilly)
Duration: 2:19
Weather: clear and windy, 52 degrees
Avg HR: 160 (max 172)
Type: aerobic
What a windy day! The ride started with me stopping a couple of blocks from The Burrow to take more pictures of the Ford funeral motorcade (as it wound its way toward Andrews Air Force Base), then followed the more-or-less usual route out to Potomac. I had a steady 20 mph head- and cross-wind to deal with on the way out, so my average speed suffered a bit. Also, my left knee has a bit of pain (side-effect of skiing and age), so I did an easy spin throughout the ride.
My morning ride was delayed by the passing of President Ford’s funeral motorcade. I felt compelled to watch the motorcade, as state funerals are always moving events – regardless of how you felt about the person being honored, these events are special and rare, and you feel for the grieving family and friends.
And to use a quote from President Ford: it’s ironic that, even though he said he was “a Ford, not a Lincoln,” it’s ironic to see him being driven to National Cathedral in a Cadillac.
I managed to snap a few photos of the motorcade – click here to see the whole set.
Rest in peace, President Ford.
Activity: road cycling
Location: Washington, DC (Hains Point)
Distance: 23.8 miles (flat)
Duration: 1:23
Weather: drizzle, fog and mist, 53 degrees
Avg HR: 145 (max 183)
Type: aerobic
PPTC “Circle of Cycles” ride. I was one of a handful of club members who showed up for this ride. The weather was quite dreary, but the roads were in fine shape. And the mist over the Potomac was ethereal, as was the view of the aircraft taking off, into the low clouds, from National Airport.