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Saturday, 28. February 2015
Life goes on...
ell, 12:43h
So I decided to try and write at least every other day now, and I might start with that today just as well.
I feel miserable. My night was short, for reasons known. Sleeping was not to be thought of and so I was just sitting around, doing essentially nothing, until I heard my mum go to bed around midnight.
I wanted to talk with something, but I didn't know with whom. I wanted to watch Star Trek, but I didn't want to alone. I kind of was scared of it, in the way smal kids are scared of the monster under their bed. I read that some were gathering on Vulcan in Star Trek Online, and thought about going, but couldn't get myself to actually klick on the button. I was taking the Star Trek Soundtrack CD out of my CD rack, turning it around in my hands for several minutes and in the end putting it back again.
I also couldn't get myself to any other franchise. I thought about going Star Wars, sinking myself into Stargate or getting lost in one of my other countless books of different franchises, but couldn't make myself to even look at my bookshelf. It simply didn't feel right.
After I finally had passed a whole hour that way, I decided that I had to do something. I didn't dare to face the TV, afraid of what it might show me, so I finally burrowed myself in To kill a Mockingbird which I am currently reading. I stayed up reading until around four in the morning, slept until half paast seven and read some more, until my mum burst into my room a little after ten, because I had to pull my car out of her driveway, she wanted to go grocery shopping.
To mock me in my still rather despaired situation the rain outside had given way to sunshine. I'd rather it would go on raining. To add to my perill I am now lying on the sofa with belly cramps, tea, a warm water bottle and pain killers. At least my mum knows to leave me alone like this...
I feel miserable. My night was short, for reasons known. Sleeping was not to be thought of and so I was just sitting around, doing essentially nothing, until I heard my mum go to bed around midnight.
I wanted to talk with something, but I didn't know with whom. I wanted to watch Star Trek, but I didn't want to alone. I kind of was scared of it, in the way smal kids are scared of the monster under their bed. I read that some were gathering on Vulcan in Star Trek Online, and thought about going, but couldn't get myself to actually klick on the button. I was taking the Star Trek Soundtrack CD out of my CD rack, turning it around in my hands for several minutes and in the end putting it back again.
I also couldn't get myself to any other franchise. I thought about going Star Wars, sinking myself into Stargate or getting lost in one of my other countless books of different franchises, but couldn't make myself to even look at my bookshelf. It simply didn't feel right.
After I finally had passed a whole hour that way, I decided that I had to do something. I didn't dare to face the TV, afraid of what it might show me, so I finally burrowed myself in To kill a Mockingbird which I am currently reading. I stayed up reading until around four in the morning, slept until half paast seven and read some more, until my mum burst into my room a little after ten, because I had to pull my car out of her driveway, she wanted to go grocery shopping.
To mock me in my still rather despaired situation the rain outside had given way to sunshine. I'd rather it would go on raining. To add to my perill I am now lying on the sofa with belly cramps, tea, a warm water bottle and pain killers. At least my mum knows to leave me alone like this...
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Saturday, 28. February 2015
Born too late
ell, 00:01h
Actually I was thinking about not writing again, but todays happenings, or rather what happened in the last few hours, made me start over.
What happened? I think that if you are a fan of science fiction, and especially Star Trek (and I'm pretty sure that as someone who as actually reading this, you are) you most likely know already: Leonard Nimoy died today.
And it once again makes me think of how I was born too late.
Too late for all the great music (although this is rather Liz' topic), too late for the time, when a German driving licence still included motorcycles and small trucks, too late for becoming a real computer-nerd (but only being a technically skilled person instead) and of course too late to see the awesome old Star Trek movies on big screen or see one of the series' original airing (alright, I saw the first airing of Enterprise in Germany, but I don't remember most of it).
I grew up with Star Trek, but also with realizing that it is almost as old as my parents. Realizing that when it first aired they were as old as I was when I first watched. And realizing that while other kids of my age were shipping all those actors and musicians who were in the news right then, most of my 'heroes' were old enough to be my granparents, or already dead.
While I can still vaguely remember crying when I heard that James Doohan had died in the radio in 2005 (and my parents being quite puzzled why that was bothering me so much), I only learned a few years later that DeForest Kelley had aleady died long before that. And today we have to add Leonard Nimoy to that list.
While I had originally been more a fan of Scotty, occasionally relieved by Sulu, then Chekov, (then back to Scotty) and later Bones, Leonard Nimoy was actually the first of the actor's names I actually memorized. And although I would never have said that Spock was my favourite character, he somehow always was the one I most related to (although I still can't really understand why).
Through the years I've been watching Star Trek, it tought me a great many things, and often through the character of Spock. From him I learned to have faith in myself, to not care about what others thought about me and that the most logical choice was not always the best. When I had to make a decicion I often asked myself "What would ... do?" and enough the decicion I came up with I often was the one Spock had 'pointed' me to.
Maybe it was, because he showed me that if you really wanted to get somewhere, you should simply go ahead with it. Actually I don't know.
I'm not usually one to reduce an actor to a character they portrait, and I don't want to, but the character of Spock surely is part of his legacy. I think live is not only about how we live it, but also about what we leave behind, and his legacy is a good one.
He helped build up something that has changed the face of the world and affected a lot of lives, mine among them. Something that has inspired and is still inspiring a lot of people and hopefully will go on to do so in the future.
A great man has died today, but his legacy will live on in his works, and he will continue to make our lives a little brighter every time we see him on screen.
Rest in Peace - Leonard Nimoy.
What happened? I think that if you are a fan of science fiction, and especially Star Trek (and I'm pretty sure that as someone who as actually reading this, you are) you most likely know already: Leonard Nimoy died today.
And it once again makes me think of how I was born too late.
Too late for all the great music (although this is rather Liz' topic), too late for the time, when a German driving licence still included motorcycles and small trucks, too late for becoming a real computer-nerd (but only being a technically skilled person instead) and of course too late to see the awesome old Star Trek movies on big screen or see one of the series' original airing (alright, I saw the first airing of Enterprise in Germany, but I don't remember most of it).
I grew up with Star Trek, but also with realizing that it is almost as old as my parents. Realizing that when it first aired they were as old as I was when I first watched. And realizing that while other kids of my age were shipping all those actors and musicians who were in the news right then, most of my 'heroes' were old enough to be my granparents, or already dead.
While I can still vaguely remember crying when I heard that James Doohan had died in the radio in 2005 (and my parents being quite puzzled why that was bothering me so much), I only learned a few years later that DeForest Kelley had aleady died long before that. And today we have to add Leonard Nimoy to that list.
While I had originally been more a fan of Scotty, occasionally relieved by Sulu, then Chekov, (then back to Scotty) and later Bones, Leonard Nimoy was actually the first of the actor's names I actually memorized. And although I would never have said that Spock was my favourite character, he somehow always was the one I most related to (although I still can't really understand why).
Through the years I've been watching Star Trek, it tought me a great many things, and often through the character of Spock. From him I learned to have faith in myself, to not care about what others thought about me and that the most logical choice was not always the best. When I had to make a decicion I often asked myself "What would ... do?" and enough the decicion I came up with I often was the one Spock had 'pointed' me to.
Maybe it was, because he showed me that if you really wanted to get somewhere, you should simply go ahead with it. Actually I don't know.
I'm not usually one to reduce an actor to a character they portrait, and I don't want to, but the character of Spock surely is part of his legacy. I think live is not only about how we live it, but also about what we leave behind, and his legacy is a good one.
He helped build up something that has changed the face of the world and affected a lot of lives, mine among them. Something that has inspired and is still inspiring a lot of people and hopefully will go on to do so in the future.
A great man has died today, but his legacy will live on in his works, and he will continue to make our lives a little brighter every time we see him on screen.
Rest in Peace - Leonard Nimoy.
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Thursday, 8. January 2015
Year of Firsts
ell, 19:09h
As Liz has her "Year of Lasts" I just realized that this year is my year of firsts. It's the first year I'm actually really living away from home (although coming home right about every second weekend), my first year of working (and first year of shifts), my first year that starts with not being in any choir or other musical group (although I'm working hard on that) and my first year of having a driving licence.
And concerning that I had quite a couple of firsts in the last few days. The first time of driving on snow, which is quite fun, but not if you got to get somewhere really fast. The first time of driving my mum's car into the garage (and at the same time the first time with snow on the ground doing that). And today I had the first time of driving home with someone in my car as well as the first time of driving in pouring rain.
The mad thing about really heavy rain is that despite the best efforts of your wipers your windscreen is always wet. It was already dark and a lot of cars going in the opposite direction. Now what happenes if you shine a light onto a wet piece of glass? Refraction. A lot of refraction. So immagine going 90 km/h (which is about 60 mph for all not used to the metric system), when there is a bend in the street and a bus or truck coming at you (on collision course it seems) while your mum on the co-drivers seat is nearly shouting at you to don't drive that far on the right side of the street.
Am I glad that that is over.
And concerning that I had quite a couple of firsts in the last few days. The first time of driving on snow, which is quite fun, but not if you got to get somewhere really fast. The first time of driving my mum's car into the garage (and at the same time the first time with snow on the ground doing that). And today I had the first time of driving home with someone in my car as well as the first time of driving in pouring rain.
The mad thing about really heavy rain is that despite the best efforts of your wipers your windscreen is always wet. It was already dark and a lot of cars going in the opposite direction. Now what happenes if you shine a light onto a wet piece of glass? Refraction. A lot of refraction. So immagine going 90 km/h (which is about 60 mph for all not used to the metric system), when there is a bend in the street and a bus or truck coming at you (on collision course it seems) while your mum on the co-drivers seat is nearly shouting at you to don't drive that far on the right side of the street.
Am I glad that that is over.
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