To boldly go—again

Adel Gabot


star_trek_xiAs I like to say, I’m a Trekker—as opposed to being a Trekkie. There’s a distinct difference.

Trekkies go to conventions, write fanfic, wear the ears and do cosplay. And speak in guttural languages. Trekkers, on the other hand, remain anonymous, incognito. On the surface, you cannot tell we like Star Trek just by looking at us or listening to us talk. We have restraint, conduct reasonable discussions on the possibilities of faster-than-light travel and matter teleportation without getting too far outside the realms of hard science. And we do not speak or read Klingon.

I am actually a lapsed Trekker, to be honest about it. I have grown up and realized I will not die if I don’t read every single bandwagon Star Trek novel ever written.

Yes, I have lapses. I can wax rhapsodic about the Nicholas Meyer movies (II and VI), the first season of TOS (The Original Series), and one or two truly intelligent novels if I really had to. I’m not exactly sure I should be proud of it, but I think I can hold my own with Trek trivia buffs. I have been known to say Live Long and Prosper on rare occasions (although to my knowledge I have never publicly made the splay-fingered Vulcan greeting).  But I find on the whole I can live without Star Trek most of the time. Forgive the heresy, but these days I’m actually thinking most of the stuff is asinine. Doing as William Shatner himself once exasperatedly suggested (and biting the hands that fed him), I went and got a life. It’s just a TV show.

Thing is, the mounting hysteria over J.J. Abrams‘ new film is lighting a fire under my ass once again, to my dismay and consternation. I have no problem obsessing over Watchmen, but I’m surprised to feel nearly the same way with the Star Trek movie. I download the trailers and surf the net for tidbits and morsels about it. I even downloaded a version of the reedited trailer that showed four seconds of an aging Spock as a coda at the end. In HD. I have recently rewatched II and VI, God help me.


The other week I caught an episode of William Shatner’s 30-minute talk show for the Biography Channel called Raw Nerve that got me nostalgic about being a Trekker. Normally I don’t watch anything with Bill Shatner. Truth be told, I only liked him in the first season of the original series, and in The Wrath of Khan movie. He is, and he admits it himself, a ham. He’s also a very rude and acerbic personality off-cam, and apparently that makes for a good interviewer. So when I found out Leonard Nimoy was guesting on his show, I made it a point to watch that episode. Kirk and Spock, shooting the breeze. It should be interesting.

And it was, but not in the way I expected it. Just two old friends reconnecting, but judging by how it turned out, actually having a real, deep conversation about life and each other, something forced on them by the circumstances of the moment. Going by the personal revelations that came out and surprised both of them, I wondered if the two were really as close as they wanted us to think in the first place. I can imagine the two co-existing on the set, having a friendship that was more circumstantial than anything else. But this time, it seemed the artificial conditions of the show brought them closer than they have actually been for some time.

They’ve both come a long way. I like Leonard Nimoy for the things he’s been doing (and the fact that he reminds me of my father in his old age), and I admire him more now after watching the show. His forays into photography and writing are really something, and his career choices seem noble and admirable. Nimoy seems to be a good example of how to live one’s life. In comparison, he makes Bill Shatner appear to be the loud boor he seems to be. Think In Search Of vs. TJ Hooker.

That episode of Raw Nerve is a keeper. Try and catch if, if you’ve a mind to. Sight unseen, I already know I’m going to enjoy JJ’s new movie.


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