I’m currently taking a concoction of Ibuprofen, Sudafed 12-Hour Relief, and Strepsils throat lozenges. I’ve also been using (literally) millions of tissues. I hope that I can shake this thing by Monday. I thought I was getting better yesterday, but today has been an uphill battle.
While hanging around the room today, I watched two episodes of Star Trek TOS, “What are Little Girls Made Of,” and “Dagger of the Mind.” I hadn’t thought of it until now that many Star Trek villains are technocrats of one sort of another. They are generally male, highly respected in their field, and in command of technological networks or particular artifacts. It’s almost as if the Enterprise and its crew are a police force designed to restrain the power grabs made by the technological elite in our future.
I’m still reading The Selfish Gene, but I’ll have to put it down tomorrow for some school work. I need to read J.G. Ballard’s “The Voices of Time,” and write up an introduction for New Wave SF. Tomorrow is also grocery day. Sunshine and I are going to an open air market, which she says are exciting places. When I talked to her, it didn’t occur to me that I had read about them in Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere.
The above picture was covertly made by Christian at the university-wide postgrad get-together last Wednesday night.
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