Science Fiction Museum! Battlestar Galactica exhibit! Days later, I'm still nerding out.
If you're in the Seattle area and looking for fun things to do while it pours for the next six months, I highly recommend this. It's like Mecca for sci-fi geeks: first editions, props, costumes, screenplays, scale models, historical context... it's all there. The real danger is not finding your favorites in SFM's wealth of memorabilia (Dune, anyone?).
While I hardly need additional incentive to spend a rainy day in Nerdland, the newest exhibit showcases Battlestar Galactica, a '70s reboot that ran between 2003 and 2009. This exhibit is a treat for BSG enthusiasts, but a bit tepid for casual fans (frak!). The realism of the newer BSG universe, one of the show's greatest strengths, makes for a shallow exhibit. No hallmark, futuristic weaponry; no intricate prosthetics; and no furry, animatronic sidekicks here! The real gems are the life-size fighters (BSG is at its best when re-imagining exactly what we have now just a century into the future). The few contributions from the '70s series seem downright childish in comparison.
So, by all means, go to EMP|SFM—just don't go there to see only this exhibit. So say we all!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Chary
CHARY (adj.) - discreetly cautious: as
a: hesitant and vigilant about dangers and risks
b: slow to grant, accept, or expend <e.g. "a person very chary of compliments">
(pronounced like "cherry"... now go use it!)
Oh, how I love Saturdays! Time for all the things I'm too tired to do when I have work the next day: blogging, bodhrán practice, feats of culinary excellence...
...and dating. If I'm done with gym and chores (or not) Saturdays are also for adventures of a romantic nature. Sometimes dating feels like going adventuring, sometimes it feels like making war. Lately, dating has actually been enjoyable because I started officially seeing one person in particular about two months ago. I can't think of a witty alias for him at the moment, but I'm sure to mention him again.
The other day, one of my favorite blogs, Seraphic Singles, suggested "If you really love a woman, ask her to marry you within a year." and this stopped me cold. A year? It seems so... short. It seems like such a finite period of time to discern if someone is the One. The one I spend the rest of my life with, have children with, grow old with. I don't know that I could come to such a decision within a year. I'd be surprised if any of my ex's had.
And, in some ways, I'm glad for that. If my first big ex had proposed after a year, I would have said "yes" and we would be miserable and divorced by now. If my second big ex had proposed after a year, I would have said "yes" and we'd be miserable by now. First big ex and I dated (off and on) for six years, second big ex for just over two years.
Mom would say this is because my "picker's broken". I would say that my being chary makes it difficult to know someone well enough for that kind of decision. And if the person I'm dating is also chary... it takes a while. At this point, I wouldn't trust myself or another to make that decision after just one year. Maybe that's because I haven't spent a year with the right person? Or maybe I shouldn't be worrying about this only two (official) months in!?
a: hesitant and vigilant about dangers and risks
b: slow to grant, accept, or expend <e.g. "a person very chary of compliments">
(pronounced like "cherry"... now go use it!)
Oh, how I love Saturdays! Time for all the things I'm too tired to do when I have work the next day: blogging, bodhrán practice, feats of culinary excellence...
...and dating. If I'm done with gym and chores (or not) Saturdays are also for adventures of a romantic nature. Sometimes dating feels like going adventuring, sometimes it feels like making war. Lately, dating has actually been enjoyable because I started officially seeing one person in particular about two months ago. I can't think of a witty alias for him at the moment, but I'm sure to mention him again.
The other day, one of my favorite blogs, Seraphic Singles, suggested "If you really love a woman, ask her to marry you within a year." and this stopped me cold. A year? It seems so... short. It seems like such a finite period of time to discern if someone is the One. The one I spend the rest of my life with, have children with, grow old with. I don't know that I could come to such a decision within a year. I'd be surprised if any of my ex's had.
And, in some ways, I'm glad for that. If my first big ex had proposed after a year, I would have said "yes" and we would be miserable and divorced by now. If my second big ex had proposed after a year, I would have said "yes" and we'd be miserable by now. First big ex and I dated (off and on) for six years, second big ex for just over two years.
Mom would say this is because my "picker's broken". I would say that my being chary makes it difficult to know someone well enough for that kind of decision. And if the person I'm dating is also chary... it takes a while. At this point, I wouldn't trust myself or another to make that decision after just one year. Maybe that's because I haven't spent a year with the right person? Or maybe I shouldn't be worrying about this only two (official) months in!?
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