In which RVA ponders quotes and existence…
Nothing unreal exists.
This is one of my favorite quotes, coming from the very underrated Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (alternatively known as Star Trek 4: To Pay for Shatner’s Beach House). In the movie, the resurrected Spock credits this quote to T’Planahath, the Matron of Vulcan Philosophy. Neat nerd trivia there, although here on Earth, the origin of the quote might well be Helen Schucman in her book, A Course In Miracles. Whatever the origin, it’s a good quote and one that I ponder from time to time. Continue reading “Navel-Gazing”
In which RVA talks about why vernacular is awesome and overrated…
You are a criminal investigator. Maybe police, maybe private detective, doesn’t matter in this context.
The victim and your only witness is unconscious, unable to say or tell you anything. Because time is of the essence, you only have the basic medical report to go from. When asked, you are told ‘patient presented with acute trauma to the right common iliac artery’. You begin looking for a left-handed woman immediately, likely a romantic partner or romantic interest at least.
Why? Continue reading “Power (and Pitfalls) of Specificity”
In which RVA complains about complainers
Why do fans get so up-in-arms about works of fiction? Why do fans take it so personally if they do or do not like a given work?
As a Transformers fan, I have no love for the live-action movies. Even Bumblebee – which is a legitimately good movie by all metrics – just didn’t do a lot for me. As I said, it’s very good. Good story, good acting, good production, good action, decent pacing, etc. It’s not amazing but it’s good. *I* didn’t particularly care for it, but my opinion of it doesn’t keep me from recognizing it as a genuinely good film, both in general and as a Transformers movie. Continue reading “Fandom Grumblings”
In which RVA speculates about modern apathy…
The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s boredom.
The opposite of a thing is rarely some mutation, perversion, or inversion of a thing, it is almost always the extreme absence of the thing. I reflect on this often, especially when I read the news, catch up on social media, and often when I am writing this blog. I see boredom as a major motivator in our lives, in western culture. Continue reading “Boredom as a Drug”
Why what we collect is just as important as the collection itself.
As a knitter, my wife has two past-times: knitting, and collecting yarn.
It’s a delight, really. We have these troves of yarn and fiber stuffed into corners around the house, like super-soft, multi-colored insulation. We’ll be looking for holiday decorations or something, open a box, and whomp, there’s the alpaca yarn. At least once, I’ve come to a convention with a box of yarn because I was sure it held extra bags and business cards. Continue reading “Curator of Life”