Showing posts with label Star Trek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Star Trek. Show all posts

Saturday, September 13, 2014

I Am Anomaly


(Warning!  This content is dated as it was originally written in July but never posted and has been sitting here languishing in cyberpurgatory waiting to be paroled!  I hope you still find it interesting!)

I know it's been over a year since I last posted and many of you (okay the dozens of people who actually read my blog) have probably been wondering, "what the heck happened to him, he uwsed to update us regularly on his bicycular adventures and now.....nada.  The esoteric answer is I've been in such a state of flux since the ending of the cross country ride that I still don't know what I'm doing or what direction Connor's Army should be traveling.  The realistic answer is much simpler....I'm a lazy git and I can't find the proper time to really sit down and write posts on a consistent basis, but I am trying to get back into the swing of things.  But that's really fodder for another post.

 Recently a friend of mine shared a link on Facebook (the all and powerful Oz of the cyberworld, just don't peek behind the curtain) which was a list of NPR's Top 100 Science Fiction Books of All Time.  The idea is to check off how many of the 100 you have read to see how big of a SciFi Geek you are (take the challenge - you'll love it).  NPR even  has a link to help you choose a book from the list in case you're at a loss and you need a new book to read.  On a side note, my own personal total was 63.

One of the books listed (which I've read) is I Am Legend.  The plot goes like this;

Robert Neville is supposedly the only survivor on Earth of a pandemic that causes its victims to have vampire like symptoms. Neville resides in Los Angeles and dedicates his life to researching the disease that wiped out humanity. Throughout the novel, Neville recounts his life through flashbacks. The present demonstrates Neville’s daily routine and his emotional journey of being alone.
The vampire-like creatures are former humans and animals that were bitten by the infected. These beings can be corpses that had the bacteria implanted or living hosts. The infected humans have human-like characteristics yet possess more dominant vampire-like qualities. The beings come out during the nighttime and repel from garlic.
        Neville captures a creature who is out in the daylight and she has human-like qualities. The “human” is named Ruth and though at first Neville is suspicious of her truly being human, he soon begins to embrace the company of having another companion. Ruth is highly opposed to killing the infected beings even if they are attacking. Ruth lives with Neville and the two eventually form a sexual relationship.
Neville, on his quest to discover a cure to the pandemic, samples Ruth’s blood. He discovers that Ruth is indeed infected. Ruth knocks Neville unconscious as soon as he reveals her secret. He awakes to a note from Ruth that explains how many of the infected have adapted and plan to rebuild society. However, Neville stands in their way and has killed many of their kind. Due to this, the new colony of infected sent Ruth to investigate Neville and possibly convert him. However, she realizes that he must be executed for the betterment of her “people”.Thus, the novel concludes with Neville’s final thoughts before his execution in the colony’s prison: “I am legend.”

Of course, in the grand tradition of Hollywood, they took this great classic SciFi novel and "improved" it.  The changes are too much to list so here's a link to the synopsis of the movie starring Will Smith.

The new Ian Somerhalder movie The Anomaly, lists the plot of this movie as "an original action thrill that follows the efforts of a traumatized ex-soldier who wakes up in the back of a van, alongside a kidnapped boy, to find that he only has nine minutes and 37 seconds of consciousness to work out why and how he got there."



Now personally, I have had much more than nine minutes and 37 seconds to figure out how I got here and I have to say I have enjoyed the ride (both figuratively and all the ones on my bicycle).  But now after a half a century of journeying to where I am now I have definitively decided that I myself am an anomaly.  For those of you who don't know me well, by day (and many nights) I am a high school drama teacher.  I got here after a lifetime of meandering from one career to another and after having a successful career as a performer (and yet always being on the road and not with my loved ones) I decided to stop and become a high school drama teacher.   I've always been more drawn to the young adult actor rather than those in college and "the business" who think they know it all.  I've always wanted to be someone who could inspire kids to follow their dreams and take the chance.  However, I realize I'm not the typical type one thinks of as a drama teacher.  It became all the more clear to me in the past year as I reflected on some of the other models most of my students have had exposure to their lives.  There is Mr. Francis Corelli from Hannah Montana;



Now I have to admit I have done my share of musical interludes with my acting classes but I'm not prone to bow ties or the bizarre hair.  Although I DO share his affinity for hand puppets, I'm not much for wearing Hawaiin shirts and bow ties!  Nor am I quite like Erwin Sikowitz from the show Victorious;



I admittedly have creepily freaked out my acting students but I really don't do the whole hippy thing, drink fermented coconut milk in the hope of having visions, wear flowing baggy shirts (I'm more prone to dance clothes and flannel) or invite kids to stay over at my house to a party in which they must stay in constant character or lose the game.  In this day and age that would be consider creepy at the least and probably illegal at most.  And as any fan of the show knows, that is the least of his wacky traits.

Annnnnd, gender reversal nowithstanding, I'm not very much like Ms. Darbus from the High School Musical franchise....I never use building the set as a detention setting (although I'm sometimes sorely tempted), I don't use energy balls (much), and I only wear flowing scarves and dresses when I'm dressing up as Maid Marian (to my wife's Robin Hood). 



In general I have to say I'm probably pretty boring as a drama teacher.  I love my job, I can't imagine doing anything else for a living right now in my life.  I get paid to have fun and to try to help kids follow their dreams.  Yes, I sometimes take a hell of a lot of flak from these same kids because of casting but as we've seen in at least two of the three examples from above, it's not that unusual - from Sharpay to Jade, they've all had to deal with those unhappy with the casting.  So I go to work thinking my day is going to be great because I get to create art.

But at the same time, I also realize that I don't have to be so immersed in the drama that it's all I do for my life.  I have friends and colleagues for whom drama and theatre is the be all and end all of what they do.  You walk into their offices and all you see from floor to ceiling is theatre artifacts and pictures of themselves in roles or with famous people with whom they've worked.  On their shelves are every acting book ever written and show posters in the spaces untouched by other decoration.  On their radio all they listen to is the Sirius Broadway channel and their favorite playlists on their iPhones contain all the top songs from the latest Broadway craze.  Their idea of the perfect night out is to see the latest Broadway show and perhaps go to the stage door afterwards to get the autograph of the star.

I do love Broadway shows and I wish I had the money to go see them constantly but with a family of five I just don't have the expendable income.  My idea of a great evening is to sit with my family and watch fun, nerdy shows like The Big Bang Theory and eat ice cream sundaes.  If I go into the city I'd rather see friends and take my family to a museum rather than wait in line to spend $150 on the latest show craze.  After four summers of spending time teaching theatre to non-theatre kids at Sunrise Day Camp I've come to realize that teaching drama is what I do but there is so much more to me than just "drama teacher".  I'm a husband, a father, a cyclist, a friend, a closet musician, a geek, a sci-fi fan, a son, a brother and an EMT.

Yes, for those of you with whom I haven't bee in close contact, last spring I entered an EMT basic course and after much sacrifice on the part of my loving and patient family, this past July I received my certification in the mail;



It's sometimes frightening to think that I can be in charge of someone else's life.  I'm use to it with my kids, after all that's a parent's job.  I'm used to it as a teacher because that's what we do, try to set a good example and hopefully impart some knowledge and passion along the way.  However, as an EMT I now have to periodically refresh and keep up to date on my protocols so I can be ready at a moment's notice to help out in the case of an emergency. 

It's sometimes nerve wracking but it also makes me proud to be a part of the Northport Fire and Rescue and to try to live up to the example of so many E's who I look up to and admire.  With the drama of life that I see on a constant basis it reminds me of how precious life is and how much we need to enjoy what we do.  So, as a drama teacher I think I truly am an anomaly since I don't let theatre define my entire existence.  As an EMT I am somewhat an anomaly as well, since I don't know too many others who do what I do in the day time.  And as a half century human being I am an anomaly because I still can't let "middle age" become the victor -- I still find the humor in clips like this;



So being an anomaly may be sometimes smelly, but it's a lot of fun!

Stay well my friends and I hope to see you on the road!

Monday, May 27, 2013

Straddling the Great Divide!


I'm 50 years old.  There, I said it.  I've been in denial for far too long.  And it's not denial of this sort;


No, I've been holding back from admitting it for far too long and it feels good to finally get it off my chest.  I feel like I've joined the ranks of FA (Fifty-somethings Anonymous) rather than the dubious fraternity of Alpha Alpha Rho Pi.  I mean, my birth certificate says I'm 50 and my driver's license says I'm 50.  However the mirror - most of the time - doesn't show me 50 (I still have almost all of my hair, not much grey, I can still bend over and touch the floor and do the splits) and I certainly don't feel 50.  My wife likes to say that I'm still a 17-year-od boy (and not always in a good way) and some might accuse me of having a case of Peter Pan syndrome.  But the truth of the matter is that I really don't feel my age - especially when I compare myself to most other 50-something men I know.

But there are those moments when I realize I am straddling the great divide.  Not like I did last summer;


when I reached the top of Wolf Creek Pass, nor is it quite like the great Colossus of Rhodes we see pictured above.  But I AM now at the halfway point of my life.  As I fully intend to live at least 100 years this is it, just as the song says, "halftime goes by, suddenly you're wise";



To ease me into the midway point of my life wew celebrated my birthday WEEKEND with not just one day of having fun, but FOUR days of fun.  It started with me conducting "God Bless America" with the Ocean Avenue 4th and 5th graders at the Long Island Ducks Friday night.  It was rainy and completely dreary so we decided to skip the beginning of the game (we actually were watching it online until we knew the third inning started) so we timed it to get there at the bottom of the fifth inning.  There were only about 300 in attendance and it was cold but William and James had a great time and the small group of kids sounded great! 

On Saturday it was pouring so I couldn't go out for a ride.  So instead the family and I continued to "get our geek on" and watched two and a half Star Trek movies - last half of The Search for Spock, The Voyage Home, and The Final Frontier! Oh, and we managed to squeeze in an epic game of Risk!  The end result was that I was the Supreme Ruler of the World.  Too bad Amy still doesn't recognize that fact.

Sunday was a rather incredible day as it began with a snuggle in bed with one of the Connor progeny and the other making Challa bread French Toast for us in the kitchen.  In the afternoon I was able to engage in my yearly ritual - riding one mile for every year of my existence!  This time I did the 50 miles in LESS THAN THREE HOURS - How's that for a guy whose life is half way over?!?!  After cleaning up we got to watch some more Star Trek with the whole family (The Undiscovered Country) and I finally got to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie with Sarah.  Of course the ultimate irony was that a call came in and since I hadn't gone on any all weekend I decided I should go.  I only wish we could have fit in a game of D&D to totally get my 17-year-old geek on but that would require a dungeon master, which we didn't have at hand.

And then there was today!  The great climactic day of my full weekend celebration.  Due to various scheduling problems (it is Memorial Day weekend) we weren't able to have a party here this weekend so the entire Village of Northport threw me a party instead.  Okay, not really but today is Memorial Day and it IS my birthday and there is a parade!  As a member of the Northport Fire Department I get the honor and priviledge of marching in the various parades.  So I dressed up today in my Class A uniform and headed down to the station.  I was one of the lucky few who got to ride up onto the staging area on 2-9-2 which is our 1938 Mack pumper truck.  We got to ride on the running board holding on to the rails just like they did in the days of yore and we waved to the kids on the street.  It was such a great way to start the day!

When we were getting ready to march one of the chiefs told me to take one of the flags so it ended up that I had the honor of being one of two people who led the fire departement down Main street to the town park for the parade.  I was leading with Will Scherr (another probie) and it was high school all over again.  You see, Will is about six inches taller than me and it brought to mind memories of Ed Trevorrow and I playing the sousaphone together in the marching band.  Ed was also six inches taller than me - at least this way with Will being taller the American flag was taller than the Village of Northport flag - as it should be. 

So I marched the parade with the honor of leading the department and as I marched I pretended all the cheers were for me in honor of my birthday.  Then, as a flag beareer I was part of th ecolor guard that stood up in fornt of the whole village at the town park as part of the Memorial Day observance.  It was really a great feeling to represent my department, my village and my country in such a huge undertaking.

Then it was time to party!!!  The NFD threw a big bar-b-que for the department members and their families back at the station so as soon as I started walking back I called the family and told them to meet me.  For some reason it was taking a long time for them to get there so I decided to go ahead and start eating and so I sat down and bonded with some of the more senior members of the department.  Finally Amy and the kids showed up and after the kids had something to eat Amy disappeared - that should have been my second clue.  I turned around and Amy was bringing out a huge sheet cake and she got everyone to start singing "Happy Birthday" - if I wasn't sure if people knew it was my birthday before, they sure knew it now!!!!  Apparently she had cleared it with the chiefs before hand and that's why she was late - they had to pick up the cake at Stop and Shop!  If my fellow members didn't know I was a member of AARP before, they do now!  And you know what?  I'm okay with that now.  I don't look my age, I don't feel my age, and once again Amy will tell you I don't act my age.

And then there was birthday dinner.  Despite the fact I had consumed hamburgers, the plan was to go to Smokaburger for dinner.  However as we were parked outside we thought, "what about 5 Guys?"  So, after the long trek to 5 Guys we get in and realize there was nothing for Sarah to eat.  So we pile back in the car and head back to Smokaburger. While there we realize we should just get it to go so we could watch yet another Star Trek, The Final Frontier.  So we get it to go and becuase we were so starved we ended up with a veritable Smokaburger Smorgasborg, i.e., too much food!  But before dessert (more cake) I got some of the best presents I've ever received from my wonderful family.  From the kids I received the lego Ambulance and bicycle set to commemorate the accident that ended my last Gold Coast attempt..  For those of you unfamiliar with your Lego Encyclopedia it looks like this;


Now whether I'm supposed to be the guy on the bike or the EMT I'm not sure.  But we did discover that I can put the EMT on the bike and I can be part of the bike patrol!  And my lovely bride gave me my very own blue light (yes, folks I am a K-Mart special) for going on calls.  It really isn't something I need most of the time but it will be very helpful when I need to get to Station 1 at night and people are moving slowly.  So my gifts were really all about being an EMS provider, now to go on some calls!

But the kids' gift reminded me of a very important aspect - to keep being a kid.  But maybe that's okay.  In the days leading up to this weekend I was feeling sort of depressd that we weren't having a 50th birthday party (a long sotry - another blog entry in itself) and I was feeling fatalistic about the big 5-0 (and it wasn't even the Hawaiin variety).  Of course the fatalism may just be the Irish in me;

I've also been reading (and sometimes reciting) "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" which has been one of my favorite pieces of poetry since I was 22-years-old yet I never really "got" it until now.  Of course, I'm not sure anyone ever gets all of T.S. Eliots seminal work but now after almost 30 years I sort of get it.  Really.  There are those days when I particularly feel the line "I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled...."  I think especially after 8700 miles on the bike in the last year my legs and spine definitely feel shorter.  And yes, there are times when in my dreams I do hear "the mermaids singing each to each".  And I do have those moments when I regret the things I have not done and the dreams I did not follow.  But I'm also in a very good place right now and I have a really good life and an amazing family.  I have the next half of my life to make up for not being as good a father/husband as I should have been the first.

I guess the main hting is that I still feel young(ish).  Part of that I attribute to mykids - they keep me young as I try to keep up with them.  They remind me of what my life is supposed to be about.  It's not always easy to remember but I am trying.  As long as I can try to stay young at heart, I'm hoping to stay young(er) in body.  As someone once said, you do have to grow older, but you don't have to grow up.  So if I'm going to live another 50 years, I guess this begins my second childhood.  Now where's the cheerios?!?

Stay well all of you - I'll see you on the road (fortunately this time around without training wheels).