You will have heard by now that Leonard Nimoy is dead.
I've been struggling with what to write, knowing that I wanted to write about him and Spock but not sure how.
I discovered Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) at age 12, right around the time I entered school after homeschooling up to that point. Junior high school (middle school to you Americans) was...not an easy transition. I didn't know pop culture or slang or teen humour. I was bookish, awkward, nerdy. Of course I thought I was the only one who felt unsure and out of place.
Is it any wonder I fell hard for both Data and Spock?
A free short story
by Siri Paulson
14 May 18—, Earth reckoning
What a forlorn place this is! How far we have come from Mrs. Tattersall's London Academy for Female Tutors. I hope you are finding Luna Station, and your young charges, more amiable than mine. How often I imagined the two motherless children here, starved for a woman's gentle hand and eager to learn, as befits even the farthest-flung of Queen Victoria's young citizens. Even the thought of being trapped on the station for three months until the orbits lined up again did not deter me. But I fear I have made a dreadful mistake.
My first sight of Heatherbrae Station from the ethership's shuttle, as we made our approach yesterday, was daunting enough. The edifice loomed above us, ill-lit by the distant Sun, with the fantastic whorls of Saturn's surface behind. The station has ornate crenellations like a castle, and pointed arches along its axis—for it is shaped like a dumbbell, the Alpha end for the workers and the shuttlecraft they use to gather raw material from the rings, the middle for processing, and the Beta end for Stationmaster Edmund Croyden and his children and staff...and me. The whole rotates to provide gravity at each end. Quite ingenious; but from the shuttle it was dark and grim, and about it hovered a queer white light that gave me the chills.
I must have made some sound, for the pilot turned to me and grinned. "Cheerful, ain't it?" he said. "Welcome to your new home, Miss Okembe. Word is it's haunted."
"I do not hold with superstition," I told him.
Do you know what he said, Millie? "You should."
Well! I have not come so far from Nigeria only to withstand further mutterings and foolishness...or so I believed.
Technology is great. The advances in the medical field alone, in the last ten years...
Okay, but this isn't about that. In my humble opinion, technology isn't just for making things happen faster and supposedly (often) better. Technology is fun. I am certainly one to hop on any interesting-looking technology train when it comes along. I’m not an "early adopter," though. Usually I don’t jump on the the little push-car that gets that train started. I wait till mid-train when things are moving a little slower and the cost is a little less.
Yeah, I’m not sure that metaphor works as well as I’d hoped.
Recently I wrote about getting a smart phone. I dragged my housemate into the 21st century shortly thereafter, and she is still muttering about those darn kids and her lawn. But I see her internetting on the go, and I know she reads books sometimes, and we sure text a lot more now that she gave up the flip phone...
And me? I’m still having fun. Since I wrote that post, I have found some more awesome apps.