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Star Trek meets Settlers of Catan

Star Trek version of Settlers of Catan. Must have!

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“In this photo, tweeted by ‘Star Trek’ actress Nichelle Nichols, she and Obama give the Vulcan salute.

Who knew Obama could do the Vulcan salute?

In February, when the photo was taken, Nichols tweeted that Obama [is] ‘as charming and handsome as I had expected,’ and said the president ‘confirmed to me that he was definitely a Trekker! How wonderful is that?!'”

–Amy DiLuna. “Has Obama Locked Up the Trekkie Vote?” Today, On the Trail blog. MSN. April 4, 2012. Web.

Star Trek

Star Trek Movie posterI saw J.J. Abrams’s new Star Trek movie this morning.

It’s hard for me to explain what seeing this movie means to me. When I was a kid, the original TV series was in its first run, and I watched each episode religiously.

“Religiously” is not a metaphor here: I worshipped the show. All throughout each episode, I sat in one spot on the floor in a rigid position, double-jointed knees bent so that my legs were arranged in a V pressed flat on either side of me. Somehow that uncomfortable position made me worthy, made me part of the action.

I clipped the episode descriptions out of the guide in the daily newspaper and taped them into a log book. I arched my left eyebrow and murmured “fascinating” at every opportunity. I bought Leonard Nimoy’s records and played them over and over. I made up Mary Sue fanfic stories to tell myself as I fell asleep at night.

My younger brother called me Spock.

Brian thought of himself as Captain Kirk. Several times before he died of ALS last year, we watched Star Trek Generations together–the movie in which Captain Kirk dies. Brian made me promise to tell the readers of his blog that his last words to them were the same as Kirk’s last words in the movie: “It was fun.”

Anyone who knows anything about ALS knows that Brian wasn’t referring to the disease.

My dearest, deepest wish is that my brother could have seen the new movie. Seen fearless Kirk, fists flying in the face of death, more than forty years after his first incarnation.

Maybe (*spoiler alert*), in some alternative universe like the one in the movie, Brian lives and is watching Kirk and Spock and our beloved crew resurrected on screen.

Maybe when Brian’s young son, Joey, watches the young, fatherless Kirk drive hellbent for that yawning crevasse in the plains of Iowa, he’ll think of his dad. And know what Brian meant.