Hi, friends!
Merry Christmas! I hope your day is going well!
This begins the “where the fuck did that go?” Sure, the house looks clean. Sure, I look like a person with my shit together.
There might be like 3 bags of random things tossed in a corner of my bedroom. And the spare room. And oh shit there might also be things tossed in the basement.
Fittingly for this subject, I got this book for my wife for Xmas
https://wwnorton.com/books/9781581573879
yeah…..you dont want to see the state of our off limits to visitors rooms…
but the rest of the house looks just like functional adults live here
I like my random junk to envelop me like a warm embrace.
Love me, love my crap.
So you’ve seen my guest room?
We park on the street because obviously our garage is being put to better use.
Today I cleaned my bathroom and kitchen… because I am not a disgusting animal and because I usually clean it on the weekends.
The rest of the house? I’m glad my mom rarely visits here. The last time I didn’t hear the end of “DID I RAISE YOU TO BE A SLOB?”
No, but being a slob came about naturally.
Evening check in for those feeling sad feelings.
I cried for a bit missing my best friend, then took a bath and am now watching Star Trek. The Chris Pine first movie. He makes a great Captain Kirk.
He is definitely a good Kirk.
As far as spirit raising Star Treks, I’ll go with TNG’s finale All Good Things and John de Lancie’s speechifying about how he sees in Picard the glimmers of humanity’s potential.
I love the unbridled optimism of Star Trek the original series as well as Next Gen.
And I feel like it has to do with the pace of innovation at the time.
1886 for the first car, then 1903 for the first airplane, then 1961 for the first manned mission to space.
Believing that in 2266 we could have starships that zapped through the galazy to shoot lasers at alien species, etc? Totally plausible based on how fast really really cool shit had happened in the lives of the early writers.
If you tried to pitch to me in 2022 that we’d have come that far in 140 years from now? No fucking way. We haven’t even done anything truly innovative in space travel since the work with the space shuttles in the early 1980s.
Gene Roddenberry probably thought we’d have cured cancer by now and have cold fusion energy. Meanwhile we’re basically at the societal aspect for the fascist state in the series premiere of Next Gen but don’t have any of those technological gains.
My major gripe with ST:TNG was Roddenbury’s belief we’d solved “most” of our problems by the 24th Century… and stopped carrying the emotional and psychological baggage of the semi psychotic steppe apes we descended from. Also the villains were too damn rational and prone to surrendering after a Piccard monologue (to be fair, one could consider that a ST tradtion based on Kirk causing AIs to explode…)
We haven’t done a very good job of it in the 21st century so I don’t expect 300 years is going to change much.
I didn’t mind the later seasons after Gene died and the writers were allowed to put some conflict into the series.
Even a librul like me would rebel against the Feds in the 24th century. Too smug and self assured (without much to back it up).
Yeah I think for me it’s that so much conflict stems from inequality and access to resources. So Star Trek being a post-scarcity economic model because of replicators… the assumption I had is that sometime back before space travel became the thing everyone did that humanity began being able to just replicate all their essentials into existence.
The problem is that this presupposes that people aren’t greedy and wouldn’t be hoarding access to replicators. Like if our favorite billionaire, Elmo, gets one? He’s not going to share.
The implementation of such a system is where people would need to be fundamentally willing to share it, so basically it would need to be people doing open source coding and sharing it on whatever equivalent of reddit exists in two centuries.
He is a great Kirk. I like that whole cast. Hugs to you @brightersideoflife
Holidays are especially rough when you’re grieving for someone. 💔
The house where my in-laws live is in the dictionary under the word “squalor”. There are, count them, 12 people living there and not a goddamned one of them either knows, or is not physically capable, of cleaning anything. Needless to say we stayed at a hotel.