Vacant Statements

Do not grimace, dear friend, nor frown, nor sigh with disgust! What can one say when there is nothing to be said? Then again, even nothing is something, sometimes, isn’t it?

Therein lie the beauty and horror of words, at least those of which our preferred language is comprised. One may freely link them together, without purpose or intent, and should one see fit to read those words, however mystified we may be at his choice, well, who are we to judge?

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Vacant Statements

Tron Lives

One year ago Tron: Legacy premiered, resurrecting a franchise and a mythology. Childhood fondness for the original provided an instant connection, and the way Legacy incorporated the delay between films into its storyline amplified that connection. Compelling previews fueled our excitement. At the premiere, the atmosphere was electric. Once “The Grid” boomed out over the IMAX speakers we were hooked. By the end credits, we were again imprinted with the Tron mythos.

On December 17th, 2010, we got in.

Tron Lives

A Toast to Sciurus Carolinensis

When we invade your territory you adapt. We flatten your home and you relocate. We unleash our depraved felines but you elude them. You shrug off our overbearing presence. You dazzle us with your spiral mating dance. You win our hearts with your handsome countenance, distinguishing yourself from the fanged sewer dwellers and black beaked dumpster divers. So smitten are we that we’ll feed you, and gladly pet you if we could.

You alone walk among us, your wild pride intact.

I raise my glass to you, noble squirrel.

A Toast to Sciurus Carolinensis

Nectar of the Gods: Belgian Pale Ale

Whenever I drink Belgian Pale Ale it’s as though I’m sipping divine ambrosia from a magical goblet. Its luminous appearance and endless froth belong in some other fantastical place, certainly not here in this humble dwelling. A beer true to this style offers a flavor and aroma so heavenly as to deliver on the golden promise of all beer. A brew such as this has clearly earned its title as Nectar of the Gods.

For a good example of the style, check out Troubadour Blond AleOrval Trappist Ale, or Malheur 6°, or see BeerAdvocate’s comprehensive list with ratings and reviews.

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Nectar of the Gods: Belgian Pale Ale

Last Day on Earth

We lived as one in the sea’s black depths, our hive a sprawling web of metal and silicon, far from the jungle above and the beasts within it.

For millennia we cultivated our seed and scanned the heavens. At last we discovered fertile ground on which to sow.

When it was time our seed loosed from its moorings and shot upward, leaving the hive to crumble in a boiling sea.

Upward we went, breaking the water’s surface, through a crimson sky, toward the heavens, toward our new home. There we would take root, grow a new seed, and begin again.

Last Day on Earth

Human After All

Science fiction is replete with stories questioning what it means to be human. If it looks like a human and acts like a human, is it human? Artificial lifeforms are perfect vehicles for exploring the human condition. Look no further than Asimov’s The Bicentennial Man or the Star Trek episode, The Measure of a Man, for a thorough examination of the subject.

In the stories, androids struggle to be recognized as people, but in reality it will be humans struggling to withhold that recognition. We already show compassion for machines of every sort, from automobiles to space shuttles. Heck I get sentimental about old computers and clock radios.

Won’t I thank the android that hands me a beer?

Human After All