I ran across this awesome intersection of fandoms earlier this week, and it seemed an oddly appropriate reflection of how much Star Trek I’ve been watching recently. Especially since that flu bug circled back around this week, and I spent another day at home mostly trying to not fall asleep, but also continuing my Next Generation binge. I’m through all of the first season now. And hubs and I are up to date on Discovery.
My heart is somewhere in space, thinking about the strangeness of communication. As written up in The Atlantic‘s recap of the episode being mashed up in this week’s image, language is complicated enough that while we might understand words easily enough, understanding meaning and context is a whole other level of difficulty.
So seeing someone on Twitter geeking out in a completely different direction (and, frankly, one that is not in my interest zone) had me slow clapping earlier this week. Seriously, if more game makers put the level of intention and attention to “throw-away details” that is now evident in the new Assassin’s Creed… I might actually be enticed to play those games.
A more disturbing take on words and stories came from Vox on Wednesday:
On any given cultural issue, a look at the pop culture we make for teens will tell you both how we as a society think we should feel about the world and how we actually feel about the world.
This is probably another part of the reason I’ve backed off reading YA stories. I can feel the preaching and it turns me off. But the central thesis of this particular article is that the move away from dystopian fantasies to suicide fantasies is a stark warning for our society. Have we, as a society, become so nihilistic that suicide is the only answer? From a popular fiction perspective, that’s a disturbingly frequent solution.
For myself, the “Dave, the Period Fairy” story (which actually came out at about the same time as the Vox story) shows too much promise regarding communication, context, and understanding to give up hope that way. And brings us back full-circle to Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra. Cooperation, supported by the rich metaphors that surround us, is the only way we achieve anything meaningful–even in such solitary pursuits as writing.
My phone says I only averaged 3,917 steps each day last week, as we encourage Tashie to take it slowly, despite the exuberance her siblings continue to share with all of us.
And my WIP stayed buried under the avalanche of work and Trek. I think I may finally be to a point where my creative well is full enough to reimagine my Red Slaves stories in the way that makes them stronger and more enjoyable for everyone. Stay tuned next week. In the meantime, check out what my ROW80 partners are up to.