I never really connected with Star Trek as a kid. I grew up with a Luke Skywalker action figure firmly gripped in one chubby hand and Darth Vader hectoring him from the other. The schism between the two sci-fi camps, Wars vs Trek, has been joked about forever. For me, the dashing heroism, the witty (to an eight-year-old) banter and sense of adventure in the Star Wars films made the stilted pseudo-science committee-meeting blather of Trek seem like a roomful of nerds being nerdy just waiting for their next wedgie. I didn't want to grow up to be Kirk. Read More
THURSDAY - DAY 1 @ SXSW It's 5AM and I'm running down the stairs of a Greenpoint, Brooklyn walk-up with the wild delusion that I'll get a cab to get me to Newark airport in time for my 6:30 flight. $80 and an hour and twenty-six minutes later I'm panting, out of breath, in the remnants of a line boarding my plane to Austin. There are leather jackets, guitar cases, vanity sunglasses, and black band t-shirts everywhere. The mass exodus of the stereotypical is underway. Read More