So I continue to flail around in a blogging drought of some kind. It’s been like this for months now, and I’ve no idea how to kick myself back into gear. Maybe this is psychological, after all that reading I’ve done online on writers, platforms, and blogging. Oh, for the good old days of random blog updates on anything and everything just to keep my site constantly updated. Sigh.
Too much information online. I need to shake all of those suckers off me and go with what I’ve always done through the years.
But I’m also compelled to get on today because of Leonard Nimoy’s death. It’s a sore blow for me – much more than any other celebrity loss in recent memory, that is. And it’s got a lot to do with his being such a huge sci-fi icon, one who’s very, very much an inextricable part of my childhood. I spent today pretty much reading everyone’s eulogies and tweets, and I also spent my day randomly shedding tears. So, yeah, I’m in a weird kind of a head space at the moment, though I did manage to write and edit and work out for an hour and a half on the trainer.
iO9 did a really nice tribute at their site.
So not only did Nimoy make an invaluable contribution to the success of Star Trek (inspiring other “outsider” characters like Data and Odo), he also helped change the way pop culture represented people who were strange and different. His sympathetic, nuanced portrayal of Spock meant a lot, not just to science fiction lovers like Asimov, but also to anyone who didn’t identify with the narrow range of types that were available in mass media at the time. Read more
In addition to Star Trek, the other series I enjoyed of his was In Search Of…
I absolutely loved this series. I was in grade school, and I followed this program religiously with my family. My favorite episode was the one on Easter Island. I swear to you, this show turned me on to Easter Island so that I went through this bizarre phase of writing and drawing a comic about a family that’d been shipwrecked there. Like Robinson Crusoe, though in this case, they didn’t even have any problems surviving. The kids played, the parents set up house somewhere within sight of those gigantic stone carvings…
And the characters were all beans. Not human, but beans. Like kidney beans. Only with faces and limbs. I think I drew the girls with bows on the top of their heads to differentiate them from the boys.
Do note, I was in grade school. As far as I was concerned, it was a cool-ass story, and I wanted to be there. The other episodes didn’t capture my imagination as much save for the myths and monsters and unexplained phenomena. The Loch Ness monster? Oh, yes, please! Bigfoot? Definitely! Ah, childhood.
And now he’s gone, but, man, what a legacy. RIP, Mr. Spock.
By the way, I still can’t do the Vulcan salute. How the hell do people do it? My fingers won’t move the right way.