Palm of My Hand

Hey all (assuming I have any readers out there), I apologize for not blogging much, but my time has been pretty well swallowed up by school work and everythingt surrounding it. The academics at the Lutheran School of Theology in Chicago are not that hard, but it is all the other work — field education (learning both pastoral care as well as participating in congregations and my eventual internship) and spiritual formation (the ELCA is right to be concerned about both of these things) take up a lot of additional time. Tomorrow, Friday, is a day off, yet I will be in a boundaries workshop ALL DAY, learning what I can and cannot do with congregants.

I do have a lot of things to say about LSTC and the process, but right now I’m going to keep tthem myself. I’ll wait at least until the end of this semester to make a few.

Something simple right now. I had a Palm Tungsten T2 handheld I’d bought when I was in Saudi Arabia. A little more than a month ago, I dropped it on my hard wood floor and broke the screen. Boo Hoo! I had actually become very attached to my handheld, and the loss of that nifty little piece of equipment was not quite devastating, but it was hard. Being a poort seminarian, I wasn’t really able to replace it — not with something new. So, after some looking, I won a Tungsten T3 in an E-bay auction and now all things are back to normal!

I do a lot with my handheld. I prefer reading computer documents on it, rather than my laptop, because it holds like a book. So, I use iSilo to download Antiwar.com, Lew Rockwell.com, Juan Cole’s Blog, and (starting this morning) Daniel McCarthy’s Tory Anarchist website. (I’d love to apply for the assistant editor job at TAC, but I don’t want to go back to Washington unless I absolutely have to. It probably doesn’t pay very well either.) I also have an Avantgo account and grab most of my newspapers and other press articles that way. And I practice my koine Greek vocabulary on virtual cards. It’s a very nifty tool, the T3 works better in some ways and worse in others than the T2, but it’s portable, has Documents to Go, and lets me keep my laptop at home.

I don’t know if handheld readers are the future or not — the e-book isn’t anywhere near as portable as its enthusiasts insist — but I like mine. My only gripe as that the version of Acrobat Reader for Palm OS doesn’t handle PDF files with graphics in them, so I cannot take all the books the Mises Institute has been putting out of late (a portable Nock library would make me very happy) and carry them around on my tungsten, because they are unreadable. (Same for my Church History professor…) So the laptop is useful even when I’m not using GarageBand.

The New Voyages

Jennifer and I surrendered to our inner geeks yesterday and watched a couple episodes of the homemade “original” Star Trek series The New Voyages, produced by a bunch of hard-core Trekkers in a barn somewhere (I think that’s what I heard on NPR).

I got to hand it to these guys (and gals), technically, what they are making is very very interesting. Nice visuals, a reasonably good job of making the sets look authentic to the 1960s teevee series. The actor who plays Spock (Jeff Quinn) does a really good job of actually doing Spock (did he specialize in it as a kid?), and while he doesn’t look much like Leonard Nimoy, he has the voice inflection down perfect. The other actors, however, aren’t much. James Cawley’s Kirk looks and sounds more like some very bad 1950s teen idol (Bud Eagle from Wild Guitar comes to mind, and yes, I picked an Arch Hall, Jr. film on purpose) and John Kelly’s Doc McCoy is so awful that it beggars the imagination. In the episode “Come What May,” McCoy laughingly tells Kirk and Spock that he will “turn on the southern charm” to get some answers out of prisoner despite the fact that it is painfully clear Kelly’s McCoy has absolutely no southern charm whatsoever.

But what is really atrocious is the writing. It is Star Trek concieved of and written by people who have watched waaaaaaay to much Star Trek and possibly played (or may still play) waaaaaaay too much Star Fleet Battles. The dialog, save for Spock’s, is mostly stilted and bad, but the stories for the three episodes I’ve seen so far (“Center Chair,” “Come What May,” “In Harm’s Way”) are all really thin, high on the technical nonsense and short on actual human interaction. “Center Chair” shows the supposed “risks” of command by having Sulu feed the ship’s computer bad navigation data and steer Enterprise far too close to a great big star. There’s supposed to be tension, but there isn’t, and it reads too much like a bad story from an issue of Captain’s Log. I’m still trying to figure out what “Come What May” was all about (it had a cute, sassy girl alien in it who appeared “naked” in Kirk’s quarters), except that we got all kinds of glimpses of the future that only a true geek could revel in (and a Borg pyramid, which no one needed). And “In Harm’s Way” is that absolute worst of stories, a time travel epic that makes the past contingent upon the future, a mess of a story that combines several Captain Kirks, Captain Christopher Pike, and a galaxy full of self-replicating planet killers. While “In Harm’s Way” is better written and put together than “Come What May,” if the fine folks piloting these “new voyages” need to write the kinds of stories that will actually make sense without appealing to the Trekker in-crowd with the self-references. And they need to stop fucking with the space-time continuum.

I don’t expect that, however. Like George Lucas, the show’s producers appear to have a 13-year-old’s understanding of just how human emotions work (and that lack of sophisticated humanness is what makes the first three Star Wars prequels, and much of Star Trek — especially it’s awful third season — so utterly unwatchable). This would have been very cool and exciting to watch back when I was 10 and really into Star Trek, and it shows a great deal of grit and determination now (especially the spiffy computer visuals). This is truly a labor of love, a kind-of devotional art work to the strange and unlikable socio-religious vision of Gene Roddenberry. But I’m not sure it’s much more than that.