January 22nd, 2011


Poem for Saturday, Brooklyn, 'Star Trek: The Motion Picture'

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I had an awesome thing happen on Friday morning. I was sitting down to write a review of the first episode of Star Trek: The Animated Series when my editor at TrekToday came online and said that we didn't have reviews of the first eight Star Trek movies on the site -- how would I like to write them? Like I could resist an offer like that! So I put on the director's cut of Star Trek: The Motion Picture, which I don't think I sat down and watched all the way through in the past 20 years. Adam (who had no school, being finished with exams) was around for the first half of the movie, which he announced failed in so many ways; Daniel (who had school and robotics afterward) was around for the second half, wanting to know why some sequences went on and on and on. They are, of course, correct that the movie is terrible in many regards. That does not stop it from being one of my favorite movies in the entire history of cinema. Here is my review, and don't say you weren't warned.

Otherwise, it was not a very eventful day. I had long, lovely chat conversations with my aforementioned editor and a friend overseas. Had dinner with my parents, came home and we all watched Dr. Strangelove because we realized while watching The Life and Death of Peter Sellers that the kids had never seen it. CNN posted a very optimistic article about the likelihood of my state recognizing gay marriages in the near future, which makes me happy, though I'll be happier when it actually happens. I took almost no photos in Brooklyn last month -- dementordelta and I were not even clever enough to get someone to take a photo of us at BAM -- but I figure I'll post the ones I saved for posterity's sake:

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