Ten pounds of blog in a five-pound sack
Vacant crowded streets of stone
Recall a memory, unknown.
Beneath the neon, not outshone
By women tan and thin.
Displayed like sirens from inside
Where crystal walls the world divide
And by revealing, coyly hide
A golden mannequin.
Which lightly trying to beguile
Mind to thoughts more versatile
Removing clothing, thoughts, and smile
Opening to view
So much of skin, a golden lotus
Hoping for a moment’s notice.
Yet my thought, sad and remote is:
All I want is you.
Do I have a great job or what?
Okay, you all (both of you reading this) know by now that George Takei is finally getting married to his longtime partner Brad Altman. I can’t believe he waited this long! Oh wait, it was the government that kept him waiting. Kinda like it kept him waiting in the concentration (sorry, “internment”) camps back when he was an extremely dangerous foreign (by which I mean “natural-born American”) enemy (by which I mean “child”) back during WWII.
But I digress. So yeah, I heard on NPR that he was getting married, and it made me very happy. I’m not a huge Trek fan, but I have probably watched nearly all of The Original Series, and the movies through #4, when they jumped the shark. (Technically a whale, but close enough.) And somehow it just seemed like a great improvement in the world that Takei-san could marry his love.
But wait, the story isn’t over. He is coming to my workplace next Tuesday to give a talk, and being a space-oriented sort of workplace of course he wants a tour. And guess who gets to give him the tour of building 29?
Do I have a great job or what?