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Tonight’s wine #startrekdiscovery

Thoughts on the eve of Star Trek: Discovery

Tomorrow is the premiere of the new Star Trek tv series, Discovery — or #Disco as we like to call it (a better abbreviation that ST:D for sure.)

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I got to see the first two episodes at the premiere earlier this week. I will not share any details about it, since I am under embargo upon penalty of death from @bronwen. But I will say that it represents an attempt to do a Star Trek for a post-Game of Thrones tv audience. It looks expensive, and it looks cared-for

But the thing I keep thinking about is this: for years, decades even, television sci-fi fans have heard the same litany: “your show won’t survive because it’s not popular enough.” Whether or not the culprit was ratings, advertiser dollars, network priorities, or one of a thousand other elements that can tell the people who write the checks that the shows we love are not a worthwhile investment.

There has been a lot of hand-wringing over the decision to launch Disco on CBS All Access. And yes, it’s going to mean that fewer people will watch it than if it was broadcast via CBS on-air.

But here’s the way I’m looking at it: for the first time, you can show your support for a Star Trek show in a way that will be counted directly –– money. You buy a subscription to CBS All Access, and they know exactly how many people are watching the show, how many people support Star Trek, and what kind of audience there is for future endeavors. No more Nielsen boxes in a scattering of homes you’ve never heard of, no more gnomic ratings reports to parse, no more waiting for the upfront to see if the advertisers will buy in.

Is it annoying to have to keep buying new subscriptions to get all the different shows? Sure. But it’s a temporary situation as the industry goes through a foundational transformation. And I would much rather have this system where I know that if I’m watching a show, and paying for a service, the network and the studio is aware of my interest and can factor it into future programming decisions. 

So please. I want Disco to succeed. I want more Star Trek on television. So subscribe to CBS All Access this week and make it so. (And if you need a discount code, message me and I’ll get you one.)

Qapla’!

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It’s the ‘Last Days ‘Til Disco’! Star Trek Discovery is just a MONTH away! What are you most looking forward to?

Italy 2017 – Part 1 of 4

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Traveling at 200km/h through the Italian countryside, on railways that feel as smooth as melted butter, wearing my ten euro sunglasses, and having just had my bank account sucker punched by the exchange rate on a cash machine purporting to be an ATM, I’m perfectly happy to quietly pass two hours watching the terra cotta roofs that dot the countryside come into view, sparkle in the early afternoon sun, and then disappear behind me.

Milan was the perfect city to begin our trip, and we began it in the perfect way: dragging our luggage through a medieval castle because it was a shortcut to our apartment. Fucking castles – always in the way.

We had three days in Milan, and each one was spent walking, getting lost, and finding our way back – rarely with a destination other than “let’s see what’s over here” or the desire to explore and sink into a particular neighborhood. We drank a couple dozen small coffees, and took in the city with all our senses, learning bit by bit how to eat, drink, move, and speak in ways that let us slowly stick out a little less every time (but admittedly never quite passing as more than educated tourists.)

Leaving Milan, I’m struck by three thoughts:

  1. It is impossible to be overdressed in Milan. The city is so stylish, and does it with an appearance of such effortlessness, that I’m curious whether every citizen is given a monthly fashion guide and a stipend from the travel bureau to maintain the image.
  2. In Milan there are, almost impossibly, more scooters than people – the scooters having grown in such numbers that I’d not be shocked to learn they were able to organize a suffrage movement and now vote for the crunchier of the left wing parties. But the narrow streets and laissez-faire adherence to traffic laws mean cars are inherently inferior to something that can more easily drive on the sidewalk if you’re late getting from one coffee to the next.
  3. In three days wandering around the city, covering (according to my pocket supercomputer) more than 27 miles by foot, across nearly every prominent section of the city center (and some less so) I didn’t see a single gym; lending credence to my theory that the Milanese don’t require exercise, but are somehow able to maintain their staggering general attractiveness by consuming almost nothing but tiny coffees, cured meat, cigarettes, and wine. I’ll agree that it’s an appealing diet.

Milan is, I think, what Italians picture as their ideal – everything and everyone is beautiful, stylish, and charming. Even the architecture understands color blocking, with yellows backed up against blues and reds, and sleek black urban apartments directly across from dirty white edifices several times older than the country I was born into. And what wonderful architecture it is – I took nearly 500 photographs of the city and its “old meets ultramodern” aesthetic (only once embarrassing a young woman who changed her walk to a strut under the presumption that she was my subject, before bowing her head a bit and refusing to meet my eyes when we both realized what had just happened.)

Milan is a city where the day feels like just a pretense to the night. The city wakes up around ten, stretches a bit in bed, and promptly turns over to give it another hour before grudgingly opening its doors at eleven. Even some coffee shops have personal standards that prevent them from getting too cozy with the morning lest it become habit. The counterpoint is that as dinner approaches eleven, the proper and expected response is to debate where to have a post-dinner drink.

Milan is stiletto heels walking effortlessly over cobblestones, and scarves worn dashingly no matter the weather. It’s jeans if you have to, but a perfectly tailored suit and minidress would be preferred. It’s crowding around a pop-up craft brewery cart alongside the canals at 10pm. It’s understanding in your blood which are the exact right shoes for the occasion, and having that blood be a minimum of .05% alcohol at all times. Milan is riding a bicycle past a cathedral with a thousand spires and a hundred carved depictions of dead saints, and still taking a moment to marvel at what six hundred years of labor can create.

Back on the train, we now head out to sea, knowing that Genoa will be the opposite: a town built by fishermen and ship builders far before the Italian Riviera meant vacations, and when its industry was a proximity and convenience to open water. Genoa is old; and like most old things, it changes slowly and grudgingly. Milan and Genoa will be two sides the same Lira, but I expect both speak to something inherent to Italy and her people.

I look forward to finding out what the city has to say.

Look for the next update after we leave Genoa. Photos are on Snapchat for those interested in following along in real-time.

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As some of you may or may not know I work in a Jewish hospital that provides rehabilitation and palliative care, and we were provided w this booklet regarding care for holocaust survivors and family members

I thought I might share it since it may be of use to other ppl who care for older Jewish people

Tbh some of this, in particular the first few bullet points, looks broadly useful for talking about trauma and generational trauma even outside the specific context of the Holocaust, and this deserves to be shared around! Thanks for putting it here.

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Ten Thoughtful Commandments of Caring for Holocaust Survivors

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This is a really useful set of points for not only what it’s explicitly created for (which is in and of itself very important), but yes, also for a *lot* of major trauma, intergenerational trauma and its effects, and also useful to read through and just think about how these things apply to trauma and intergenerational trauma generally (which I promise is actually all around you, wherever you are, and affecting things in ways that one doesn’t notice, really, until one does.) Thank you in particular @kaaramel for the transcript.

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Melange, the hallucinogenic drug at the heart of Herbert’s book, acts as a prerequisite for interstellar travel and can only be obtained on one harsh, desert planet populated by tribes of warlike nomads. Even a casual political observer will recognize the parallels between the universe of Dune and the Middle East of the late 20th century. Islamic theology, mysticism, and the history of the Arab world clearly influenced Dune, but part of Herbert’s genius lay in his willingness to reach for more idiosyncratic sources of inspiration. The Sabres of Paradise (1960) served as one of those sources, a half-forgotten masterpiece of narrative history recounting a mid-19th century Islamic holy war against Russian imperialism in the Caucasus.

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