Category Archives: Star Trek

A Love Letter to Star Trek

This is too soon to write this. I should wait a few months, maybe a year, take time and cof­fee and dreams and let it fin­ish whirling around my neural net. But Star Trek is all about the tem­po­ral anom­alies so here I sit. One year and a cou­ple months ago, on Star Date something-or-other, my

Data’s Dog

Data, Star Trek: The Next Gen­er­a­tion’s android sci­ence offi­cer, shared his star­ship quar­ters with a sleek cat named Spot. Data wanted to be human, wanted to under­stand what makes some of us choose choco­late over vanilla, what makes us gig­gle when tick­led, the strange and etheric con­nec­tions that tie our species together. A cat’s fiercely

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When my youngest son, Mar­tin, chased gap-toothed girls through a dusty school­yard, he car­ried a tiny Star Trek shut­tle­craft in the front pocket of his jeans. “Vroooooooooom! Ba-ba-ba-ba-bing! Bing!” The shut­tle­craft — tor­pe­dos armed and ready — made the noise of a boy’s pursed lips. It flew grace­ful arcs, one hand over head, around body, swooped

I Come in Peace

A man called my cell phone. I didn’t catch the call, heard the ring as the shower pelted me with heat and hope. He left a short mes­sage, just a macho first name and tele­phone num­ber. I stood in the bath­room, heat pour­ing from my hands, dialed his num­ber. “Hi! Is this Rocco? This is

The Day Scotty Saved the Future

James Doohan died yes­ter­day. My two young boys would tell you he played “Scotty” on the Star Trek orig­i­nal series. They would tell you he ruled the Engi­neer­ing depart­ment, car­ried more brains and guts than tools, and knew how to mas­sage life into fad­ing dilithium crys­tals. They would tell you how he saved the Enter­prise

Business Suit Trekkie

I met Jerry in the City of Sin. He stood behind me and my two young boys, stood wait­ing for a seat-belted seat on the Star Trek Expe­ri­ence Borg Encounter. He wore expen­sive jeans, the kind a tro­phy wife buys for her rich hubby — but­ter soft, well-cut, del­i­cately rimmed with sub­tle black stitch­ing, a

Corn on the Cam

Ever since my two young boys dis­cov­ered worm­holes and shape-shifting aliens, I promised we would visit the Star Trek Expe­ri­ence in American’s city of sin. I put the trip off for months, then a year. Las Vegas ain’t cheap, and the Hilton charges a cool forty dol­lars a warm body to hurl through space and

Hey, Klingons Have Feelings, Too!

Note: Boy, this story feels like it hap­pened just yes­ter­day, though it has now been five years! This was one of my daily updates at my now defunct Avon Lady blog, Beauty Dish. —– I got a call from the ele­men­tary school admin­is­tra­tive assis­tant this morn­ing. “Mrs. Jaworski?” I could hear her tap­ping a pen­cil