Archive for May, 2009

Not Your Mama’s Star Trek

Monday, May 18th, 2009

OK, I sent out a status report on Facebook asking for feedback about the new Star Trek movie. I didn’t give my opinion, because I really wanted to see what fellow Trekkies or almost Trekkies had to say. Since many of you have responded, I thought it was time I threw my two cents in for whatever it’s worth. But since I always have more to say than a status report can do justice, here goes…with apologies to those who loved the rebirth of Star Trek for a new generation.

I knew after about 10 minutes into the movie that once again, Star Trek writers, producers and directors were monkeying with the space-time continuum. For Star Trek novices, that’s a kind way of saying we’d “been there, done that.” I couldn’t believe Captain Kirk, or at least what would be Captain Kirk, would meet the old, and can I say, very, very old Spock. Leonard Nimoy is the only Spock I’ll ever respect and love, but this was just way too much. Of course, Gene, my husband, pointed out to me after several lengthy conversations that we’re now set up for a new story line for a new generation of Trekkies everywhere, including a romance between Spock and Uhura (OK…yuck, and BTW, Gene didn’t like the movie either).

Now don’t get me wrong, I certainly joined in with the rest of the audience’s laughter at the antics of Bones, Chekov and Scotty, but seriously, did the under 40 crowd really get it? I certainly did because I’ve known and loved these characters since I was a wee Trekkie watching the show on Saturday afternoon reruns. Today’s budding Trekkies can’t possibly understand what they’re laughing at. So, that leads me to believe the Trek team assumed an awful lot when they really should have been thinking about the big shoes they had to fill.

I’ll agree with Gene, the action was good. But this certainly wasn’t a Star Trek I’d send my kids to. The language, and I mean the four-letter word kind, was out of character for Star Trek and gratuitous at best. And please, seeing young Kirk in his underwear making out with the green goblin’s cousin, was absolutely out of place and unnecessary. I guess the rebirth of Star Trek is no longer of the family friendly version, and I won’t even give the darkness and violence of the Romulans any air time in this review.

As I’ve said, my relationship with Star Trek goes way back. I am still a big fan of The Next Generation, and Captain Katherine Janeway of Voyager is tied for first with Jean Luc in my opinion. I missed the utopian feel that Star Trek movies always promise. This one was gritty, moved way too fast to establish any real story line and I’ve always hated sideways camera angles. But then again, I’m my own type of dinosaur, so to people who know me well this should be no surprise. I still like real wood in my fire place, the feel of well worn book pages turning in my hands (much to the chagrin of my Kindle carrying environmentally conscious friends), and on top of that I’m a Christ following, stay at home mom who sends her kids to (gasp) public school! So, this trip into the future didn’t suit me at all. I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with my Star Trek reruns whose continuing mission is to seek out new life and new civilizations, not back track into the past, which happens to be a present already too full of violence and instant gratification.

See, I told you this was too long for a status update! Live long and prosper…

Five Plus One

Monday, May 4th, 2009

Budding journalists learn very early on, perhaps even in elementary school, the concept of Who, What, When, Where and Why for story telling. It’s simple: Who did it? What did they do? When did it happen? Where did it happen? Why did it happen? Most writing teachers add the sixth component as well: How did it happen? This is very basic reporting, but it gets a reader to the heart of a story quickly. In some cases reading any further than the first paragraph is unnecessary to get the essentials of any news article before moving on.

I guess when you think of the five most important things, the sixth question of “How” seems like extra information, a few more juicy details, the icing on the cake. But this weekend when I learned of the impending death of a dear friend, “How” was suddenly the most important thing in the world to me. It didn’t matter how she was dying, what mattered was how she lived.

This friend wasn’t one of my “go out to lunch with” friends, or even one of my “call on the phone” friends. Nevertheless, she was a source of light in my life. And it wasn’t just the story of her 30 plus year battle with cancer. It was her countenance when we stopped to visit on Sunday mornings at church. Her sunny smile, the light in her eyes when she talked about her family, they way she spoke of her sweet husband and his tender care for her, her pride in her grandchildren and her thankfulness for each day. Other than right before this last trip to the hospital all those weeks ago, I don’t think I ever saw Caren down or discouraged, even though she had so many reasons to be. She was a person to whom others went when they were discouraged or frightened, knowing they’d leave her presence feeling better, lighter somehow. She carried so much of Heaven with her that her going seemed like the most natural step in the world. The how of her life was her faith in God, her love for her family and the way she took people into her heart. It was as if I had known her my whole life. The Five Ws just never seemed very important after a visit with Caren, but the “How” was everything.

In whatever we do, writing, teaching, loving, living, “How” follows us wherever we go. Walking through this world can be like crossing a minefield, so many places to trip and fall, so many opportunities to make the wrong choices. It’s not about the book contracts, awards or even finishing a first draft, it’s about how we walk in the this world while we’re doing whatever we do. It’s about faith in God, family, friends, love. If “How” is in the right place, everything else will fall in line. Caren knew that, and she wrote the story of her life well. I’m just glad I had the chance to be a very small part of it.