A Story Review
I can’t believe I’ve been motivated to write a story review.
This concerns a story entitled Star Trek: My Enemy, My Ally By Diane Duane (1984).
The original paperback novel was published by Pocket Books for the hefty price $3.95. A hard cover edition may also be available.
I remember buying it, and anxiously going home and reading it. I couldn’t put it down.
This was back when this story was considered a stand alone story. It can still be bought in paperback, new or used from many outlets. It can also be downloaded in digital form to your favorite Amazon Kindle, or Apple iBooks (Kindle and iPad/iPhone sold separately).
Doubtless there are other sources as well. To my understanding, the 3 book story arch came much later.
As noted by other reviews, Diane Duane’s characterization of the main cast of players personalities, and traits is spot on. Because of this, it was for me, a comfortable read. She is able to use word pictures to create a wonderful vivid story. For me it was easy to visualize the events as they unfolded.
What is always a plus for my reading enjoyment is when the author take the time to link their story to an original series episode. This one links to “Enterprise Incident.” The Romulan ship commander in that episode is the niece of Ael t'Rllaillieu, the Romulan Commander-General in this story.
In the event you have not read this book yet, I am not here to spoil it for you. The short take on it is this: The Romulan Commander has discovered a nasty plot with in her own government that will result in chaos within the Empire, and probably war with the Federation and Klingons.
After being unsuccessful with-in her government and military to stop this nasty plan, she turns to her enemies. In this case the Federation, and Captain Kirk and the Enterprise specifically.
Kirk asks her “Why are you telling us this?
Ael replies (in part) “Captain, I come to you because I see my world in danger-and incidentally yours-and there’s no more help to be found among my friends ... with millions and billions of lives riding on what is done, pride dies, and one has recourse to one’s enemies. Of all my enemies I esteem you highest ...”
If you’re a fan of the original series, check this story out. In my view, it is very worth the read.
Gary
Today! Whats on my mind.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Monday, May 28, 2012
Not really a title actually ...
Rather more like a test of this iPhone app.
Elvis the dog guarding Kat. Both are nestled in the covers. Really it is one of his favorite things to do.
Little Gee has arrived to tuck me in,
I'd better go now.
Good night everyone!
Elvis the dog guarding Kat. Both are nestled in the covers. Really it is one of his favorite things to do.
Little Gee has arrived to tuck me in,
I'd better go now.
Good night everyone!
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Buying Shoes
How much money do you spend of a pair of shoes?
Where do you go to buy your shoes?
What kind of shoes are you looking for?
What kind of shoes are you looking for?
What is your expectation about the shoes you are purchasing.
A little about my feet. They are flat. If they were two pieces of wood planks, they'd be a carpenter's dream they are so flat! They have almost always hurt, no matter what shoes I wore, up until a few years ago.
Growing up, my parents bought me decent shoes. By decent, I mean shoes that were purchased from any of the major department stores, Sears, J.C. Penny’s, or Montgomery Ward’s. [dating myself aren’t I.] So, I never REALLY gave shoes much thought ...other than some shoes made my feet more tired or achy than others.
As a boy I really liked cowboy boots. In the price range I grew up in, I suppose good quality boots were out of the question, in that they were way to expensive. To be fair, my dad never wore cowboy boots that I can recall, nor was he into anything resembling cowboy, unless it was a western on TV, and then it was the actors wearing the boots, not dad.
Dad’s favorite shoe, other than maybe golf shoes were the classic wingtip, with leather soles and leather heals. The heals had a little metal wedge in the back edge of the heel. To my young eyes those shoes were the height of cool. Dad carried enough weight on him, that when he walked on just about any concrete surface, wearing those wingtips, he’d crush small rocks and stones and sand. Man did that sound awesome to my young mind. One of my kid goals was to grow up and make that crunchy/walky sound like my dad!
Well time marches on. To date I never quite ascended to the point where I produced the crunchy/walky sound my dad made. It is a nice memory though!
It turns out my feet required a softer touch. Mother must have caught on to this before I figured it out. She helped me into higher quality tennis shoes, like Reeboks for example. They did a lot to ease the pain of those ole dogs at the end of a given day, and they were an attractive shoe as well. We’d get a pair, and I’d ware them out in about a years time. I’d ware them longer, but the cushioning benefits were long expired before replacement.
In these last 15 years or so ... Kat has put me on a somewhat different path. Between 1997 and about 2005 I was a free-lance computer consultant. My work, was spent diagnosing and repairing Macintosh computers, setting in front of a display screen, or crawling over, under and around computer disks. More setting, less standing.
I eventually went to work for one of the local Goodwill stores. I was a brand new Assistant Store Manager. This job required me to be on my feet. More standing, less setting.
I remember the first day like it was yesterday. My feet were KILLING me. My legs were KILLING me. My back was KILLING me. I hurt in places where I didn't know I had places. My aches had aches. Naturally part of the problem was I was not in shape the other part of the problem were those flat little dogs I stand on. Did I tell you the job required me to be on my feet? A lot more standing, a great deal less setting?
I came home that first evening, and went right to the bathtub. I drew as hot a bath as I could stand, and soaked in it for what felt like ... forever!
Kat looked at me ... felt sorry for my pain, I’m sure. Then said, “Honey, this weekend we’re buying you some new shoes.” I numbly said “Okay, sure! ... I can get some cheap at Goodwill.”
I came home that first evening, and went right to the bathtub. I drew as hot a bath as I could stand, and soaked in it for what felt like ... forever!
Kat looked at me ... felt sorry for my pain, I’m sure. Then said, “Honey, this weekend we’re buying you some new shoes.” I numbly said “Okay, sure! ... I can get some cheap at Goodwill.”
“No,” she replied, you need some GOOD shoes.” She got it through my thick head, that I needed a shoe that would hold up and actually support my feet and legs, now that I’m on my feet so much. Being the excellent researcher that she is, she turned to the internet. I had mentioned Reeboks as being a comfortable shoe, and certainly that was an option. As I recall, we bought a brand new pair of (better quality) Reeboks ... My mother would have been proud! They helped a bunch ... but did not completely resolve my achy/tired feet issues.
A little over two years later I went to work for the MacSuperstore in San Luis Obispo. I again needed new shoes. This time Kat and I ended up at Takken’s Shoes in Santa Maria’s Town Center Mall. The gentleman who helped us that day, was skillful, polite and to my eye very knowledgable. Reeboks are a fine shoe, the gentleman commented, but not made to hold up to the kind of stress and wear I put them through. We ended up with two pair of Ecco shoes. One pair black, the other brown, both the same style.
He commented that shoes need to rest between wearing. While not his exact phrase, the implication is that when you wear one pair of shoes day in and day out, you will prematurely wear them out. They are not given enough time to dry out and breath as it were.
With the comfort factor licked, I wore those two pair of shoes for 5 years.
He commented that shoes need to rest between wearing. While not his exact phrase, the implication is that when you wear one pair of shoes day in and day out, you will prematurely wear them out. They are not given enough time to dry out and breath as it were.
With the comfort factor licked, I wore those two pair of shoes for 5 years.
Today we returned to Takken’s. This time we choose “unstructured” by Clark, complete with an aetrex orthotic insert.
You see, they had this cool computerized device that you stand on in your sock feet. Your weight and subsequent pressure reveals where the bottoms of your feet are most impacted. A second scan, standing on the orthotic alters, or re-balances how you stand, redistributing the pressure on the feet ... thus you have a more comfortable shoe and walking experience.
You see, they had this cool computerized device that you stand on in your sock feet. Your weight and subsequent pressure reveals where the bottoms of your feet are most impacted. A second scan, standing on the orthotic alters, or re-balances how you stand, redistributing the pressure on the feet ... thus you have a more comfortable shoe and walking experience.
Once again I purchased two pair, this time, with two orthotic inserts. All this fun for $400 and change.
Kat stood on this foot scanner too. As a result she also bought some orthotic inserts too. She reports that they are making quite a difference in her shoes too.
Okay reader, it’s like this. I/we highly recommend Takken’s Shoes. We purchased at their 162 Town Center East (Santa Maria, CA) location. I am comfortable telling you that I’m sure ANY of their locations will provide you with a GREAT shoe purchasing experience.
Lastly, my new shoes are so comfortable, I was trying to figure out a way to sleep with them on.
I won’t of course ... but I did consider it ....
I won’t of course ... but I did consider it ....
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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Okay today I am officially frustrated for my wife.
March 5th she submitted herself for gastric bypass surgery. In addition her gallbladder was removed. They even took a snipit of her liver too. Late in the day on the 6th she was released, in good health, but of course still kinda out of it.
Wednesday we stayed near the hospital and the doctor who preformed the surgery, just in case ... thankfully no just in cases came up. Thursday we made our way home. Kat has been pretty much convalescing sense then.
It is Sunday morning. Kat weighs herself .... she has gained 2.2 lbs. Shouldn't it be the other direction?
She has been following the diet as prescribed in print and in pre-surgery classes. Itty-bitty byte sizes of non-fat, no sugar, just plain ole greek yogert, plus protein drinks, or shakes. Tiny amounts of warm broth etc. She is sipping water often through the day, she is taking her vitamins and minerals as prescribed.
The only think I can think of is she has JUST HAD SURGERY and her body is/has not come out of that initial shock yet, thus it is not behaving as we anticipated, at least not yet. We replaced the batteries in the scale ... just in case they were causing a mis-read. No, that wasn't it either. Maybe the pain med is somehow keeping the weight on?!? Okay I'm grasping at straws ... [Later we learned that two of her pain related meds are known to cause weight gain. To bad we didn't know that up front!]
The only OTHER thing that could account for this is she is not walking as often as she could. In her defense, that is also related to pain. Pain equals "Gosh, I don't wanna move!" Understandable, I wouldn't either.
Needless to say she is quite ... annoyed and or disappointed at this. I've gently admonished her to not take it to heart just now, there is probably a good reason for this, we just don't know what it is yet.
So here we go, into week number two.
Gary
It is April 1st as I key this in. Kat is towards the end of week 4. She has passed the first two weeks of liquid only nutrition, and is at the end of the pureed stage. Today, her birthday we went out to eat at a favorite local mexican food restaurant. She ordered a plate refried beans with a bit of cheese on the top, See the photo. She ate about 4 spoons full, and was full. The rest she brought home in a to-go container for another time.
Note the two photos. One taken on 03/13/2012 in Santa Barbara, at her Doctor's office at the first follow up appointment after surgery. The next one was taken today, (04/01/2012. When you're in your own skin looking out, it is difficult to note the changes. When Kat saw these two photos, all I could hear is WOW!.
Sense surgery she has lost 20.4lbs. as of April 1, 2012
I suggested that the next picture we take, she wear the same blouse she is wearing in the upper photo. That'll really show some difference.
One of our nurse friends told us, based on the number of hours Kat was "under" that it will probably be a full year before Kat sheds the effects of surgery. Not to be confused with conditions relating to WHY she had the surgery. Right now, her BIGGEST issue is being so tired at days' end.
We have a bit of fun about her new eating habits. For example I tease her about eating us out of house and home with her HUGE portions. Or I'll bring her a "roller-napkin" (a single paper towel) cause I just know how messy she is. To put it in perspective? On her Puree phase ... she said "I feel like a 6 month old." Certainly she is eating like one. lol
Weeks 2 and 3 progressed normally. Less and less use of pain meds, gentle walking. And the first of this last week, she returned to work. She seems to be hitting all the "markers" the physician's staff indicated she'd hit in general. So far ... so good.
More later.
- Gary
It is May 8th as I key this in. Kat continues to make progress. Today was her 8 week check up in Santa Barbara. I asked her to wear the same top she wore on her March 13th followup. Her next followup is Sept. 5th.
Look at the difference a few short(?!?) weeks has made. Kat is moving into more "regular" foods, still supplementing with what she has been eating etc. On our way back from Santa Barbara, we stopped at a Mexican Food Restaurant in Buellton. She again had maybe ... 6 to 10 small bites ... and brought the rest home.
Talk about a cost effective date! Whoa!
As of this date, she has lost 38.6 lbs sense her operation. In some ways this is a miracle. Yet, as impatient as we humans are, I am reminded that Rome was not built in a day, nor will loosing weight be accomplished that quickly either. All good things ... GOOD things ... take time. Thank you Lord for this answered prayer and so much more!
More later.
- Gary
Okay today I am officially frustrated for my wife.
March 5th she submitted herself for gastric bypass surgery. In addition her gallbladder was removed. They even took a snipit of her liver too. Late in the day on the 6th she was released, in good health, but of course still kinda out of it.
Wednesday we stayed near the hospital and the doctor who preformed the surgery, just in case ... thankfully no just in cases came up. Thursday we made our way home. Kat has been pretty much convalescing sense then.
It is Sunday morning. Kat weighs herself .... she has gained 2.2 lbs. Shouldn't it be the other direction?
She has been following the diet as prescribed in print and in pre-surgery classes. Itty-bitty byte sizes of non-fat, no sugar, just plain ole greek yogert, plus protein drinks, or shakes. Tiny amounts of warm broth etc. She is sipping water often through the day, she is taking her vitamins and minerals as prescribed.
The only think I can think of is she has JUST HAD SURGERY and her body is/has not come out of that initial shock yet, thus it is not behaving as we anticipated, at least not yet. We replaced the batteries in the scale ... just in case they were causing a mis-read. No, that wasn't it either. Maybe the pain med is somehow keeping the weight on?!? Okay I'm grasping at straws ... [Later we learned that two of her pain related meds are known to cause weight gain. To bad we didn't know that up front!]
The only OTHER thing that could account for this is she is not walking as often as she could. In her defense, that is also related to pain. Pain equals "Gosh, I don't wanna move!" Understandable, I wouldn't either.
Needless to say she is quite ... annoyed and or disappointed at this. I've gently admonished her to not take it to heart just now, there is probably a good reason for this, we just don't know what it is yet.
So here we go, into week number two.
Gary
Note the two photos. One taken on 03/13/2012 in Santa Barbara, at her Doctor's office at the first follow up appointment after surgery. The next one was taken today, (04/01/2012. When you're in your own skin looking out, it is difficult to note the changes. When Kat saw these two photos, all I could hear is WOW!.
Sense surgery she has lost 20.4lbs. as of April 1, 2012
I suggested that the next picture we take, she wear the same blouse she is wearing in the upper photo. That'll really show some difference.
One of our nurse friends told us, based on the number of hours Kat was "under" that it will probably be a full year before Kat sheds the effects of surgery. Not to be confused with conditions relating to WHY she had the surgery. Right now, her BIGGEST issue is being so tired at days' end.
We have a bit of fun about her new eating habits. For example I tease her about eating us out of house and home with her HUGE portions. Or I'll bring her a "roller-napkin" (a single paper towel) cause I just know how messy she is. To put it in perspective? On her Puree phase ... she said "I feel like a 6 month old." Certainly she is eating like one. lol
Weeks 2 and 3 progressed normally. Less and less use of pain meds, gentle walking. And the first of this last week, she returned to work. She seems to be hitting all the "markers" the physician's staff indicated she'd hit in general. So far ... so good.
More later.
- Gary
It is May 8th as I key this in. Kat continues to make progress. Today was her 8 week check up in Santa Barbara. I asked her to wear the same top she wore on her March 13th followup. Her next followup is Sept. 5th.
Look at the difference a few short(?!?) weeks has made. Kat is moving into more "regular" foods, still supplementing with what she has been eating etc. On our way back from Santa Barbara, we stopped at a Mexican Food Restaurant in Buellton. She again had maybe ... 6 to 10 small bites ... and brought the rest home.
Talk about a cost effective date! Whoa!
As of this date, she has lost 38.6 lbs sense her operation. In some ways this is a miracle. Yet, as impatient as we humans are, I am reminded that Rome was not built in a day, nor will loosing weight be accomplished that quickly either. All good things ... GOOD things ... take time. Thank you Lord for this answered prayer and so much more!
More later.
- Gary
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
This Time Together
I've come to enjoy Audio Books. Especially ones that are read by someone interesting,
(Ms Burnett IS interesting!) and are not abridged. In other words you get the whole book or story with out it being edited down.
Ms. Burnett can best explain the nature of the book This Time Together, and why she chose to write it.

For those of us who grew up watching The Carol Burnett Show ... it is like visiting an old friend and having a long and enjoyable conversation. In this conversation however, Carol is doing all the talking. Being such a wonderful talent, she easily makes it work.
The stories from both her personal and professional life are funny, sad, joyous, touching, a bit mystical at times. Yet, a thoroughly enjoyable experience. I learned about aspects of Carol's life that I had [of course] no clue.
I would like to reach out to her and thank her for her time, talent, and her willingness to be so open about her life.
Hmm I wonder if I look her up in a telephone directory ... or ... Google her ... if I could find a phone number or email and contact her.
I'll let you know!
Break-a-leg Carol. You are loved!
Gary
(Ms Burnett IS interesting!) and are not abridged. In other words you get the whole book or story with out it being edited down.
Ms. Burnett can best explain the nature of the book This Time Together, and why she chose to write it.

For those of us who grew up watching The Carol Burnett Show ... it is like visiting an old friend and having a long and enjoyable conversation. In this conversation however, Carol is doing all the talking. Being such a wonderful talent, she easily makes it work.
The stories from both her personal and professional life are funny, sad, joyous, touching, a bit mystical at times. Yet, a thoroughly enjoyable experience. I learned about aspects of Carol's life that I had [of course] no clue.
I would like to reach out to her and thank her for her time, talent, and her willingness to be so open about her life.
Hmm I wonder if I look her up in a telephone directory ... or ... Google her ... if I could find a phone number or email and contact her.
I'll let you know!
Break-a-leg Carol. You are loved!
Gary
Saturday, November 5, 2011
This post is a "short break" between the adoption story ...
A thought to consider.
“Liberalism requires you to lie about what you see, pretend what isn’t there.. is, and pretend what is there... isn’t.
Once the lib spell is broken, you can never go back.
Once you “know,” you can never unknown.
The truth is, life is conservative. The truth is, there is truth.
And when you pursue truth and welcome it, you also know what a lie liberalism is, through and through.” - Rush Limbaugh
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Prying open the distant past ...
I am adopted. As far back as I can recall, I have always known I was adopted. According to my (adoptive) parents I was “chosen.” From here on out, the term parents will refer to those two “long suffering” people who adopted me. My biological birth parents will be referred to as my biologicals ... for the sake of identification.
Some of my earliest memories is of me and dad in a big (everything is big when you're that small) waiting room, with books and toys. Dad had me standing on his upper thighs, while we held hands. With my legs as stiff as I could hold them, he would lever me up and down, and also encourage me to pull with my arms and push with my legs. Dad was helping me build my body's muscles and encouraging me to move.
When I was five or six, I was taken to the local animal shelter where my parents and me picked out a dog. I assume the dog was for me. The little thing was a black and white terrier mix. She was mostly black, with white feet, a little white on her chest, a white spot on her face and the tip of her tail was also white. She was named Boots. Or Miss Boots as mother would refer to her from time to time.
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| Taken in about 1957 or 1958, the same time we adopted "Miss Boots!" San Diego CA |
My parents also used this occasion to help illustrate the concept of adoption to me. It worked. I understood the basic concept of being “chosen” and getting to go live with two people (three in Boot’s case) who loved me and the dog very much.
So, it has never been a surprise to me that I was adopted. Somewhere in the house is a little gray two part book about adoption. It was also shown and read to me early on. Funny how those memories surface, now that I am recording this. Also, somewhere in the house is a collection of growing up pictures, complete with notable events, report cards, class photographs and the like. Will have to dig that up at some point.
What brought all this about if I’ve known all along that I was adopted? Well, its the circumstances surrounding why I was placed up for adoption that have recently come to light.
With the passing of mother and father, mom in 1995 and dad in 2000, I was very slow to process that part of the will/trust that released the house. As time has passed ... and as the last processing of the trust has recently occurred, I’ve come to realize, “as long as I did nothing, it continued to remain mom and dad’s house. I could then believe they weren’t quite gone ...” We’ve kept the property tax paid, and fixed up things that need fixing ... although that is probably another entry in and of itself ...
In the lawyer’s office, when processing the paper that ultimately moved the property into MY name, I cried. Now my parents are indeed gone. Their house is now my house. Yes, I know the reality of their passing, the timing and the events surrounding each one’s passing ... but now, on another level they REALLY are gone.
In September 2011 I had the pleasure of renewing family-ship with Cousin Willma and her wonderful husband Sandy and their grown children Jennifer and Kyle. See my other blog entries for that adventure.
Among the many conversations we had was the gentle revealing of my mother’s previous marriage. This information was kept from Marjorie’s (my mother’s name) son for a good many years. Only coming to my attention recently. In the family papers, it turns out I have a copy of that divorce decree. The family papers also revealed that dad had been previously married as well.
We also discussed what we collectively new about my adoption.
Life-us intruptus has occurred! I’ll be back ...
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