this conversation happened…

Hubs: Hey, what are those cute little animals in Star Wars?

Me: …Ewoks?

Hubs: No, you know, those cute little furry things you can pet.

Stunned silence…

Me: Tribbles? Are you talking about Tribbles?

Hubs: Yes!

More stunned silence…

Me: That’s from Star Trek.

Hubs: Whatever, you know what I mean.


Me: No. Not even, but what about Tribbles?

Hubs: I saw a video of the cutest animal that looks like those.

He was talking about this:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Converge

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I expect a bunch of mathematical and geometric convergences in this challenge. In the absence of getting a good picture of the Nexus, or Soran‘s attempt to enter it, I went with something a little more spiritual. Also, I really like blue.

This glass window above the transom at the Abbey Church at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit represents the challenge best. Stepping through the doors into a sacred space is a convergence, from the finite to the infinite, from the temporal to the eternal.

Day 06

Day 06 – A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day.

Good grief! Unless I can do this with a fictional character, I ain’t playing. At first I thought, there’s really no one I’d like to trade places with…I really tried. It’s not that I want to be difficult, but I’m just not foolish enough to somehow buy into the grass being greener on the other side. Then I thought, well, it can be interpreted in a different way, like an opportunity to walk in someone else’s shoes.

I thought about that for a little while, too. No. Nope. My shoes are not only comfortable, but in the difficult places where they were hard to break in and caused some blisters and callouses, well, it was painful and uncomfortable, but I’ve adapted.

Have you ever worn someone else’s shoes? Their footprint are in the shoes. Not only does it fit awkwardly, but it could cause blisters in different places. I’m not up for that, so I pass.

Plus, it gives me the opportunity to play in outer space. Yes, I want to be Lt. Uhura from Star Trek:

Why I still have a flip phone…

On April 3rd, Apple is going to release its iPad and here I am contributing to their marketing plan and I’m not even going to buy one. I’m not going to say never, but if I were to be buying any Apple products, it would be to replace my stolen MacBook Pro. Yes. I said stolen, right out from under my nose. It resides in the boy’s bedroom across the hall these days.

But I digress. This little reflection is about my awful little flip phone that chirps like a Star Trek communicator. Every time I pop it open to take a call (I still do that) or attempt to text (nearly impossible—thank heavens for opposable thumbs) I have a giddy moment of Trekkie joy.

Every time. I’m not lying; it’s fleeting but true.

Lucky for me I am surrounded by Trekkies and Trekkers (you can follow the political debate about the names here), but over the years I have gone somewhat underground with my fangirl obsession. It’s not that I am ashamed of it, I just sadly realized that fewer and fewer of my students were getting the cultural references. Part of me feels that perhaps they are just living in silly little vacuums of ignorance, but my own children look at me funny when I suggest something reminds me of Trek, any Trek.

Except that maybe Chris Pine has done a lot for the franchise. They know who he is, but again, that’s just another distraction from my point isn’t it? See what I mean about being a fan? The mere thought of Star Trek sets me into ramble mode.

I was talking about my flip phone – the antique mess from Samsung. Yuck. Its only redeemable quality in this world of smart phones is my continued delusion that I am 8 years old and pretending to be on an away mission (in any color shirt but red, of course).

I may have to turn in the faux communicator for a real 21st century phone soon. Even when it was new it was a terrible phone, but I’m not in a great big hurry to get an iPhone or a Droid (if I tell myself that maybe I’ll believe it). I’ll miss flipping it open and cherishing that moment where life imitates art.

Of course, if they ever figure out how to turn my pretty gold brooch into a communicator, all bets are off.

in the “those without sin throw the first stone” category

It seems like I’ve been having a little bit of fun with Trekkies lately (please, I know you younger folks prefer Trekker, whatever, Trekkie implies all the geekiness loser aspect of it–from back when it WASN’T cool to like science fiction, and that’s when I liked it).

Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve been enjoying the Trekkie thing, and re-discovered THIS GUY who has a blog and podcast about the Bible in KLINGON!  Save the mockery for another day, guys, okay? I’m actually being serious here. See, I’m even wearing my Starfleet T-shirt to prove my sincerity.

I really think this is cool. I mean, I’m not compelled to go out and learn Klingon any time soon; I have my hands full with the English, but it’s cool that he’s doing it, and it’s cooler still that he does it while providing reflections on some very key scriptural references.

I’m not gonna get my weekly dose of Jesus there, but I think that in the big picture, what he’s doing is both admirable and entertaining.  I’d like to think that when I write a serious post about the Catholic faith, perhaps in exploring my journey through the joy and revelation as it comes clear to me through my reading and understanding the Catechism, that I can help enlighten someone and make their journey easier.

That’s me being all altruistic and stuff. The truth is —  and I promised myself I’d be honest in my writing — the truth is that I write for myself as as way to explore my thoughts and my feelings. So, if you get something out of it, good for you. If you don’t, well, if you don’t then perhaps it’s moot because I can’t imagine why you’d be coming back.

My point is, and I did have one though I seem to have forgotten it, is that this guy is doing something that he enjoys and seems to be benefiting him probably in the same way that my writing benefits me. And everyone who is moved by it as a bonus.  So let’s not tease him today.

Tomorrow, however, is another day and my Starfleet uniform will be at the cleaners, so it’ll be open season on nerds again.


not on my nerdiest day…

But I know a family that used to rush home to watch Star Trek: Voyager and they’re pretty normal and clever. Mostly.


[rumor has it I might have a gold command shirt]