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Saturday, December 20, 2008

and my list

I am thankful for Star Trek: it seems ridiculous to some. But big picture ST defined my sense of social justice and shaped my ideas of where humanity can go if we would only be honest about ourselves. In the snapshot, it helped me to see that I can embrace who I am. The problem is that I was always a bit like Spock. And it taught me that was okay. The odd man out in one place is the epicenter of a family somewhere else... I need only find that somewhere else.

The other two things will take sometime to figure out. I haven't felt very thankful or positive for a while.
But at least I have a job.

Friday, December 19, 2008

I just heard the news today... oh boy

Majel Barrett died yesterday.
Majel Barrett was Gene Roddenberry's wife, Christopher Pike's Number One, Nurse Chappel, Deanna Troi's mom and the voice of Enterprise 1701-D. I'm not taking this well. My intuition told me we were losing another cast memeber this year. I am always afraid it will be Nimoy. But Majel was just as bad.
Wil didn't write a long tribute to her. I think that will come later. But then it may not. She never was as public a figure as the rest of the crew. And she seemed, according to Wil to be the life of the set. I just always admired her. Oh sure, lawaxana was annoying and I was glad I didn't have a flamboyant mom like that. But I always thought that she was a strong woman. She got to have a prime post on the pilot episode. And they didn't write her as stupid or flirty.
She may have been the first strong female character to influence me. And as Nurse Chappel, we shared a common interest in Mr. Spock. But she didn't act stupid about it... except for the plomeek soup incident. But girls are like that when they are trying to get noticed. Otherwise she was pretty okay.
I wish we all lived in a world where it was certain that you were accepted for your job performance and not favored for the looks or the family association. Oh well.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

somehting else to procrastinate over...

Uncle Willie reminds me that there is a time honored traditions of counting one's blessings. Fitting since I keep hearing Bingles count your blessings song on the radio. When confronted with stress count three things for which you are gratefull or that make you happy.
My list will have to wait: I have to get to Verta's class.