Tagged: star trek

Sep 08

Live long and google

Live long and Google! Thanks to our innovative and happening friends at Google my day has been made (right here in the home stretch to the midnight hour)! Not sure how long the Star Trek interactive icon has been up, but I just saw it and checked it out. Great stuff, Google. Happy 45 years to all forward thinkers and dreamers. This almost tops my Star Trek find at Goodwill this week. Thanks also today to Valerie Johnson of Chicago’s best poetry magazine ever,  Poetry. How many can claim they’ve done it for 100 years, yet alone, done it right (and/or done it with poetry). Valerie made the trip to Springfield to collect a Centenarian award from the Illinois State Historical Society. Beyond 100 years, and Star Trek and Google, good folks like Valerie, surpass the stars in my books. There’s nothing better than the humble and kind. Make sure to check out the Poetry Foundation, and if you are in Chicago, the awesome new green building they are housed in (by John Ronan Architects).




Feb 26

Star treks poetic

Look who’s tweeting now – Kirstie Alley, who I might mention was in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan as Lt. Saavik, is holding a Twitter poetry contest!!! I would really, really like to win, as SPW could use that money for Navigating the Maze…BUT…it’s such a cool contest put on by one cool lady, that I want to tell everyone about it. So hop on board the tweet street and head to – Kirstie Alley. Just signed up myself three or four days ago on Twitter – Anita Stienstra. Maybe it pays to tweet! Kirstie’s contest ends tomorrow high noon.


May 24

Monuments and Statues

The poem below was birthed in 1995 based on a memory of a statue that stands in the eastern edge of Valley Forge Park. There is a Star Trek Voyager episode titled The Monument that I think of in relation to my poem. In that particular story, a centuries old civilization left behind a monument with the capability of providing a virtual experience of the event in anyone’s mind as if the battle were their own memory. Bravo to whoever came up with the idea, whether writer or producer. It is intriguing. You sure could breed some empathy with that machine.


The young boys scream
and fight each other. Wailing by tears
they cry continental pain. A regiment
with unrelenting blasts pierces the clogged ears
of the hanging air. Thick in frustrations
voices grope away from resolutions
and betray themselves explosive noise. Limitations
on simple minds delay solutions.

Where is the hand that feeds them? Hobbledehoys
rely on the mare to corral them clear of the clench
of the herd’s stampede. The young boys
fall away to silence (the wretched trench
calms fear) and mouths drop. Eyes, with convoys
of trooped vacuity rise upon the gray sky— appeals
to the Motherland. What shocked the impetuous
monsters into mocking statues? The metal feels
soft, no, smooth and righteous.

Anita Stienstra


Mar 05

Star Trek: Rall on Ann and Odo

Last week, I discovered that political cartoonist Ted Rall questions in his blog if Ann Coulter and Odo, the shapeshifter from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, were separated at birth. This gives Ann too much credit. The character Odo does not deserve comparison to a regular, run-of-the-mill sensationalist and gossip-girl who tries to incite more friction and trouble into the world for financial gain. Odo is interesting and unique and has goodwill toward mankind. If Rall was right about anything, it was that metaphorically, Ann lacks the ability to form a real human face.


Jan 22

Star Trek: A Poetry Connection

I ran across some interesting info recently. Robert Beltran (Chakotay on the Voyager series) recorded a poetry CD. He reads the work of other Latino poets (he’s part Mexican and part Native American), including two very famous poets, Neruda and Paz.


Jan 03

Star Trek: Puzzle pieces and the Borg

My dog chewed up a piece of a puzzle we had almost completed except for an expanse of blue sky. A friend had two days prior asked me to glue the finished work together so she could hang the panoramic scene as art in her basement. Now, staring at the wadded glob, it occurred to me that the puzzle was trash. (Of course, not really trash. You can still work on a puzzle with one, several, or many pieces missing.) But the perfectionist in me saw no use with a puzzle that one could never finish. Conversely, the Borg operate as a collective, one mind, many hands. One downed drone would not disable the entire hive. Or in puzzle terms, one piece of puzzle would not make the entire puzzle incomplete.