It has been rather a long time since I last posted. In the meantime, I’ve been to my brother Peter’s college graduation (from my own alma mater), and afterward road-tripped back down to Georgia with the next youngest sibling, Lincoln. He is visiting me here in Atlanta for a week and a half before he goes off to his summer internship in South Carolina. A state which is not that far from Atlanta, really. At least, it doesn’t look like it on a map. It’s a quarter inch to a half inch away, depending on how big your map is.
Anyway, with such goings on and traveling things, I haven’t been near a computer in a while, and am hopelessly backed up with fun little stories and adventures (many of which I have already forgotten or will forget and not post). I likely wouldn’t have gotten around to blogging at all until Lincoln was gone if I hadn’t had the (bad) luck to get a cold. So now, though I feel like putty recently scraped off a wall in a tenement somewhere, I have the time to write. Er, blog. In case you wondered, Lincoln is feeling well, and is out on the porch reading. I am the invalid resting indoors on a perfectly lovely day. Who knows what that fresh air might do to me! I could get well! Or something.
The following is a bit of an entry that I started at the Atlanta airport when I was on my way to the graduation last Thursday. It seems vaguely wasteful not to post a paragraph’s worth of useful material, so I’ll begin there.
The Wednesday night before I flew out, I went to see Star Trek (2009) for the second time. I heartily enjoyed the film the first time around, when I saw it with friends on opening day, and I had to share the experience with Elizabeth, my fellow movie buddy here in Atlanta. She was skeptical. Said she wouldn’t go see it. I offered to pay for her ticket. She acquiesced (and drank cider in the theater!). I think we both enjoyed it. Last night I found myself at yet another showing of Star Trek with Lincoln, because he didn’t want to go alone. He paid for tickets, and I really can’t complain, but please, oh please!, next time I go to a movie, can we see something new? I was trying to remember last night if I’d ever seen another movie thrice in theaters, and the only thing I could come up with was Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. And that was only because it was playing on the $1 screen at my college campus the last two times.
Having said all that, Star Trek gets 5 stars. It’s fun, it’s big, it’s action, it’s personal conflict and growth, it’s flashy, new and exciting. In other words, everything you want a summer movie to be. Elizabeth and I did go and see Wolverine, the first true summer movie, and it was mediocre and left me feeling unsatisfied. Trek does not leave you feeling anything but full of excitement and maybe a little wonder at the glory that is big time film-making. May all the rest of the summer movie lineup be as enjoyable.
Odd note: Leonard Nimoy, who played Spock in the original TV series, makes an appearance in the new film. When I was listening to his dialogue, a little sensor went off in the back of my brain, and I kept thinking, ‘Where do I know this guy from?’ He was strangely familiar, but I’ve never watched the TV series or anything… so that was a really peculiar feeling. Then I looked up his imdb.com profile, and voila! Nimoy is the voice behind Civ IV, my one admitted computer gaming habit. It was his voice that is always saying things like “As the potter is to the clay…” and “I got pig iron, I got pig iron!” to me in the middle of the night from my laptop speakers. Weird. With a capital ‘W.’ He has a nice, deep voice that sounds very like the grandfather in all of the stories that I’ve ever read. Well, you know how when you’re reading (to yourself, silently) you give the characters voices to differentiate them? No? I’m the only one who does this? Yeesh. Maybe I should talk to someone about that…
Now where did I leave off on the real storyline? Oh yes. So the night before I left I went and saw a movie. That was not the best choice. Because the next morning I’d made plans to breakfast with my mother’s cousins (they’re from Portland, but were visiting Atlanta for a week, and wanted to see me), and I wanted, hypothetically, to sleep at some point. Between packing and a head that wouldn’t stop whirring (happens a lot, I’m thinking of getting it replaced. Anyone have a spare brain floating around?), I slept a maximum of two hours. And then went to a very agreeable breakfast at a place called The Flying Biscuit. This restaurant has a couple of locations, and is something of an Atlanta institution. We went to the one Candler Park. I had an amazing raspberry French toast breakfast and listened and laughed at the foibles of the extended family, and was toted back to my apartment in time to head off to my flight.
I rode to the airport with Elizabeth (she keeps cropping up, doesn’t she?), because her flight left at approximately the same time as mine, and Why waste a good ride to the airport when there’s one to be had?, which isn’t my motto, but is probably someone’s out there. There are enough people on the planet to practically ensure that. The plane that arrived prior to mine hailed from Sarasota. Watching the off-loading process was quite a kick. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many airport attendants (aka wheelchair helpers) preparing to greet a single flight. The plane was absolutely chock-full of the elderly. And when I use that term, I don’t mean anyone with grey hair. I mean a physically impaired, possibly walking with a canister of oxygen at their side type of crowd. Sarasota is a popular destination with the old, old set, apparently.
And then, lickety-split, I was on my own plane and off to Pittsburgh. Star space, flying biscuits, and plane rides…that’s enough winging for a while!