Oh, mother, tell your children not to do what I have done
I do not think of myself as more of a Trekkie than your average second-generation reader of science fiction who grew up on Leonard Nimoy introducing the Omni films at the Musem of Science, but last night I sat down to rewatch the two episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987–94) of which which I had carried the most vivid memories since childhood and then somehow it was seven in the morning and I was telling ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch about that one time Barclay became so obsessed with Voyager he never unpacked his apartment and I had to go to bed before the metatext ate me alive. I may still have to write about at least a couple of the rewatches. It was interesting to me how well I had remembered one and how selectively—although not inaccurately—the other.
I deeply resent finding out about the existence of Jean-Pierre Bacri from the fact that he doesn't exist anymore. I resent the loss of Cloris Leachman and Cicely Tyson on principle. For Hilton Valentine, there is nothing to do but listen to "The House of the Rising Sun."
This time last year I was discovering and documenting the Kendall Cogeneration Station and Broad Canal and all the rest of East Cambridge that went into "Tea with the Earl of Twilight." I miss it desperately. At least there is still industrial steam and winter sunshine in my life.
spatch about that one time Barclay became so obsessed with Voyager he never unpacked his apartment and I had to go to bed before the metatext ate me alive. I may still have to write about at least a couple of the rewatches. It was interesting to me how well I had remembered one and how selectively—although not inaccurately—the other. I deeply resent finding out about the existence of Jean-Pierre Bacri from the fact that he doesn't exist anymore. I resent the loss of Cloris Leachman and Cicely Tyson on principle. For Hilton Valentine, there is nothing to do but listen to "The House of the Rising Sun."
This time last year I was discovering and documenting the Kendall Cogeneration Station and Broad Canal and all the rest of East Cambridge that went into "Tea with the Earl of Twilight." I miss it desperately. At least there is still industrial steam and winter sunshine in my life.
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*hugs*
I was saying over at
You wrote "The Fire and the Place in the Forest" in 2020. And quite a lot of novel. Don't forget that.
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*AUGH*