Enterprise

June 26, 2008

There’s one spaceship that remains my favorite, even after all these decades. I first encountered it in second grade, watching Star Trek reruns after school (while also filling up on GilliganBrady BunchLost in Space and others). There was just something wonderfully sleek, futuristic and functional about the design. There were no pretensions to being something that lands on a planet and needs wings nor was it just a cheesy rocket. The Enterprise is unique and I wanted to be on that ship with Capt. Kirk and pals.

When the ship got redesigned for the first movie, I loved it even more. Clean lines, somehow even more realistic and just beautiful. Why you’d need running lights in space, I’ll never know, but it sure looks cool.

So in the second movie, (spoiler alert) Spock dies. Yeah, bummer, but what a great movie! Then in the third movie (spoiler alert) the Enterprise died.

That’s when I cried. The Enterprise seemed like it had always been part of my life. I owned numerous models of it over the years, a whole fleet to fuel my imagination.

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The Cage

May 21, 2008

Sometimes it seems like Star Trek guided my entire life. It ebbs and flows from my memories, oozing out of my childhood and spurting in fits and starts through college and even affecting my marriage. It’s like a big box around my existence. Sometimes I can touch the edges, sometimes they remain out of sight. But it’s always there.

And before you ask: Kirk. Definitely Kirk. Always Kirk.

Now, to be a bit more clear, while Star Trek definitely weaves a web through my existence, I am not one of these guys. Sure, I spotted right away the “wrong” placement of certain figures on this cake, I’ll admit that. But it didn’t bother me. Well, not enough to say anything out loud.