Leonard Nimoy, 1931 – 2015

[The following is an adaptation from an obituary I wrote for Leonard Nimoy last year]

In the middle of the earth, in the land of the Shire
There’s a brave little hobbit whom we all admire”

Thus starts a song Leonard Nimoy recorded in 1967. Those words obviously do not apply to the man who sang them. Neither did he live in Middle-earth or the middle of the earth and even less in the Shire. Calling him a brave Hobbit is probably only half the truth, and whoever calls him little does not know what they are talking about at all. That leaves us with the last clause, which is the only part of that little couplet that applies to Mr Nimoy without reservations or further qualifiers. Continue reading

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Small Talk for Big People

“Pretty warm for January, huh?”. Whenever I say something like that, people who know me know what is up: I am making a joke about changing an uncomfortable topic of conversation to inane smalltalk. It works, mainly because I have yet to meet a person who says “I like small talk” or even just “small talk is kinda alright, I guess”. That is how maligned to whole concept seems to be. Continue reading

Are Space-Aliens White?

[This is something I wrote over a year ago. I just wanted to finally throw it out there]

I am white. Where I live, people with another skin colour are a rarity. There are ethnic minorities (which I am not a member of) but those are not really defined by their skin colour. And yet I had to think of that very topic recently. Make of that what you will. I am just adding this as a disclaimer of sorts before I write an entry about skin colour. It seems like the prudent thing to do.

I watched “District 9” the other day. Continue reading

Why pt.2 – Electric Boogaloo

Why, indeed?

Well, here we are, over a year since the last entry. And nothing much has changed. I am not quite a soon-to-be-thirty-something anymore, but that just comes with the general laws of physics and what-have-you. I am, however, still as directionless as ever and find myself with lots of free time on my hands and nothing interesting to experience and then write about.

One major thing that did change, though, is not so much a thing as a person. Continue reading