I’ve been reviewing Star Trek books for Game Industry News lately. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy these book. I’ve watched all the Star Trek television series as well as the movies and, years ago, I read a lot of the Next Generation novels and some of the original series novels. Since I hadn’t read any in such a long time, this has been like revisiting old friends. Here’s my latest review for the Spock-centric Child of Two Worlds.
I recently reviewed the 1989-90 volume of this series by Brett Weiss for Game Industry News. Collectors should definitely check out this book. Read the full review here.
This isn’t a political blog and it’s not going to be one, but it’s hard to let something like Donald Trump being elected president pass without comment. So here’s my comment: I don’t understand hiring someone to do a serious, difficult job when they have no experience doing anything in that field. For example: if I’m looking for a doctor, the world’s smartest geologist is not likely to be able to help me.
That being said, I hope Donald Trump is a great president. I hope this for all our presidents, because to do otherwise would be foolish. On the other hand, I was raised to hope for the best and prepare for the worst, so I’ve recently switched all my charitable donations to organizations that fight for civil liberties. I’m a big fan of that “all men are created equal” line. I interpret “men” to mean people. I’m enough of a student of history to understand that we should never take anything for granted.
So that’s my two cents.
Now back to your regularly scheduled blog. I recently bought a robot vacuum cleaner. My mother and one of my sisters have one and I admit to a certain level of jealousy in that regard. I’m a techie; I want a robot. What I really want is something along the lines of ASIMO to follow me around, keep my calendar, and carry my groceries, but I don’t have $2,500,000 to spend on that right now. I ended up buying an iLife V3, which is smaller than a Roomba and only works on hardwood floors, which is all we have. For the most part, I’ve resisted using the remote to chase the dogs around the house with it. It’s scheduled to clean the main floor of our house every morning at 1:00am. It’s quiet enough that it doesn’t wake us and it does a really good job keeping that floor clean, which means the upstairs stays clean as well. Every morning I empty the filter after I feed the dogs. It’s like having another pet, sort of a reverse-pet that cleans up after the others. It lives under a chair in the living room where it sits happily glowing until it’s time to go to work again. My husband has taken to calling it Scooter.
Sometimes a change of scenery can be a tremendous tonic. New York City is a tonic and a half and then some. My husband and I recently spent five days there courtesy of his parents and it was just what we needed to get away for a while and do something completely different. We ate like hobbits while we there going from restaurant to restaurant and occasionally enjoying a museum between meals. We caught up with some old friends, missed others, and generally had a resoundingly good time.
When I was younger, I enjoyed the city in the company of natives. We took the subway or walked everywhere, but for some reason, even when walking places, I never really oriented myself. Perhaps it was because my friends always knew where they were going, so I didn’t really worry about it. On the rare occasions when I’ve had to go to NYC for work, I really just went from the train to the hotel to work and back again and never really thought about where I was in reference to the rest of the city. On this trip though, I was walking around with my husband in Chelsea which was a part of the city I’d spent a lot more time in than he had. For the first time, I had a real sense of where I was going and where I was in relation to other parts of the city, and I really felt like I knew where I was. Some of this was because we walked almost everywhere, and when we weren’t walking, we took a cab or Uber, so I was able to get a real sense of the map. The subway, as wonderful as it is, is pretty disorienting in that regard, or at least it is for me. To me, the subway is like falling through the rabbit hole. You disappear underground and magically reappear somewhere else with no reference points as to how you got there. I know that the platforms are labeled and there is a subway map, but for some reason that information just doesn’t stick in my head. On this trip though, by the time we were walking to dinner Saturday night, I was completely comfortable with where I was going and knew exactly how to get back to where I’d been. That’s kind of a great feeling in a city that large and I needed that.
The view from our hotel room on W 23rd Street and 7th Avenue.