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Because ‘Star Trek: The Next Generation’ isn’t going to rewatch itself


Back in 2014 I recorded Hank Green talking about ‘picking the right addiction’ after a performance of his song ‘The Man Who Throws The Tetris Piece’. He said (with a few bits edited out so it makes more sense in text):

I’ve spent a fair amount of time addicted to Tetris, growing up. And now I spend about the same amount of time addicted to Flappy Bird — I’m not saying I’ve grown up at all. I think that there’s no way to escape addiction, in some way. Everybody’s going to be addicted to something, at some point, or all the time — we always have an addiction, whether it’s playing music, or creating, or heroin, or Flappy Bird, we have to have these things that we repeatedly go to in order to be happy, productive people. Because you can’t be on all the time; you have to have something your brain is ready to go to. And I feel like a lot of the responsibility of being a functional adult is picking the right addiction. Being addicted to creating is fantastic — like if you have that moment where otherwise you just like, sort of fall to Flappy Bird, you’re like, “Well I’m not doing anything → Flappy Bird” “I’m not doing anything → Watch TV”. If you can occasionally go “I’m not doing anything → Make something”, that’s wonderful. And that’s the thing that I would encourage. And of course, not 100% of the time, because Star Trek: The Next Generation isn’t going to rewatch itself.

Soon after, I wrote song lyrics inspired by this, to the same tune as The Man Who Throws the Tetris Piece.

Well, I do try to fall to creating things… before I moved in with Joey I was often either writing code or poetry or editing videos during my spare time. Now that I’m here, I do a lot of that (interspersed with applying for jobs, and unpacking my 37 boxes of stuff, which arrived about three weeks ago) during the work day, and we do things together during our spare time (I think Joey is a good addiction to pick though.) That’s usually either listening to podcasts, watching TV, or doing cryptic crosswords or other puzzles. So I’m watching a lot more TV than I used to, and yet, still had time to update two apps and release a new one. 🤔 Maybe the key to productivity is not having a job (but I do plan to contribute financially to this household eventually. I know you’re reading this, Joey!)

Anyway, after seeing the great Luke Ski premiere his song about Star Trek: Lower Decks at FuMPFest, we started watching Lower Decks together. We got to about episode 9 before we realised that I just didn’t remember enough Star Trek to get enough of the jokes. When I was a kid, if I happened to turn the TV on and see Star Trek (usually The Original Series, but sometimes The Next Generation) was on, I’d watch it, but I don’t ever remember knowing when it would be on and making a point to watch it. I’m not sure I had that much control over the TV. So, I watched some of Star Trek: The Next Generation, at least 30 years ago, but the only characters I really remembered were Data, Geordi La Forge, and Jean-Luc Picard.

I’ve been going on JoCo Cruise since it started in 2011, and Wil Wheaton has been on most of them, but I had no memory of his character Wesley Crusher. I read his book of episode recaps, Memories of the Future, because it was a freebie with the cruise, but I didn’t remember the episodes, or many of the characters in them. A year or so after the cruise started, I spotted a dress in a regular clothing store in Geneva that seemed vaguely Star-Trek-esque, googled a bit to confirm it, bought an official combadge prop to put on it and some boots to wear with it, and wore it on the cruise and at a few other events. I certainly felt like Star Trek was a familiar part of my life, but didn’t remember many specifics about it.

So… in mid-October, Joey and I decided to (re?)watch Star Trek: The Next Generation, and read Wil’s recap of each episode after we watched it. It was really fun, and the only things that seemed familiar were parts I’d either read about in Wil’s book, or knew from songs, memes, YouTube clips, and general cultural osmosis. I had a few vague things in my head that I thought I remembered from watching it before, but never actually found them in the show.

That is, until the final double episode, ‘All Good Things…’! I recognised that one from the very first scene, and remembered enough to predict roughly what was going to happen. I suspect some specific friends showed it to me when I visited them in either France or Amsterdam as an adult. But I vaguely remember not knowing who some of the characters were when I watched it previously.

During the two months or so when Star Trek: The Next Generation was our go-to, Joey would often sing Blake Hodgett’s Star Trek: The Next Generation Episode Guide and also a song in Hebrew written by a comedy group called Hipopotam and set to the TNG theme tune. I mentioned these on social media and a friend who was learning Hebrew asked about the latter song. Since it doesn’t otherwise exist on the internet, Joey sang it and figured out some MIDI instrumentation, and I made a bilingual lyric video for it, which is below:

So you see, rewatching Star Trek: The Next Generation can also result in making something! I had to restart Final Cut Pro several times while making this, because sometimes it would seem to get confused by all the titles (some parts have six separate title elements) and not let me edit or preview them properly.

I also made another small thing. In the episode “Journey’s End”, Wesley Crusher (who by this point has the voice I recognise as Wil Wheaton’s!) said “Maybe I am sick of following rules and regulations! Maybe I’m sick of living up to everyone else’s expectations! Did you ever think of that?!” and I thought this had some good rhyme and rhythm to it, so here’s a poem I made from it:

Maybe I am sick of following rules and regulations!
Maybe I am sick of living up to expectations!
Maybe it’s not starships where I’ll fly until I splat.
Maybe other planes, though, did you ever think of that?!

I won’t explain the last line, because it’s a spoiler (that I already knew about from Wil’s book.)

Some things that I did or noticed while watching Star Trek: The Next Generation for what seemed to be the first time:

  • I’d say, ‘Hey, I know that guy!’ whenever I saw Wil Wheaton in the credits. I don’t know him, really, but we’ve interacted a few times on the cruise, I’ve read or seen him read things he’s written, and I’ve listened to his podcast and some books he’s narrated. When we started watching the show, I knew him better than I knew his character.
  • The lines on the top of the front of the uniforms in the first season make it look like they’re all wearing capes.
  • I understand what Wil meant about those sweaters. Wow.
  • My dress, black with red along the top and down one side, is closest to either a Starfleet cadet uniform or a Deep Space Nine uniform. I haven’t seen Deep Space Nine (aside from maybe the pilot when it was on TV) but there was a crossover episode during The Next Generation. This means I do have the correct combadge for it, contrary to what somebody told me once.
  • Spot (Data’s cat) changed sex at least once, probably twice but I wasn’t as sure about it the first time.
  • If I ever do linguistic field work, I would want to do it in a cool jacket like the one Picard started wearing in “Darmok”.
  • Brent Spiner (who plays Data) sometimes plays four or five different characters (two with the same costume and makeup) in one episode and they barely even look alike. Meanwhile I can’t tell the difference between one brown-haired clean-shaven white male Hollywood actor (probably named Chris) and another. I can’t usually tell which parts of a TV performance come from the actors, but I’m fairly sure Mr. Spiner is good at acting.

In other news:

  • I edited and uploaded my 1.5 hours of 4K video from the Queen Mary 2 as it did some fancy manoeuvring and then sailed out of Hamburg. I still have several other videos to make, as listed in a previous post.
  • According to my YouTube year in review, in 2024 I uploaded 258 videos, and got 161.1K views, 125 new subscribers, 1005 likes, 131 comments, and 1036 shares. Compare this with 2023, when I uploaded 261 videos, got 216.6k views, 156 new subscribers, 2022 likes, 135 comments, and 1600 shares — quite similar in most stats, but twice as many comments somehow? What this mostly means is, I sure upload a lot, and that one video sure gets a lot of attention. The new videos are mostly concert footage, so don’t take as much effort as it sounds, though I do spend a fair bit of my free time on them for a few months after the JoCo Cruise.
  • I’ve joined Bluesky, as that seems to be where a lot of the fun microblogging is going on these days. I should probably change it to use this domain but I haven’t got around to it yet. Posts from this blog will be automatically shared there, on mathstodon, and I think (I’m not sure, as I set it up after my last post) my facebook fan page. I’m not sure if I’ll keep posting them on X, as it can’t be done automatically and it’s getting to be a bit of a pain to keep up with — I get too many notifications from people I’ve never followed, no matter how many times I attempt to turn that off.
  • On December 24th, Joey and I would have been together in person for a total of 365 days! I might post on the day with an updated Lifetiler graphic, but given how long it’s taken me to write all this, maybe I won’t.
  • I should probably release an iOS version of Lifetiler, but instead I dove headlong into an app that a friend wanted, and then, just when I had a reasonable proof of concept, dove tailshort out of it again to do Advent of Code and LeetCode exercises.

I’ve heard people complain that job interviews are all LeetCode these days and everyone has memorised LeetCode, but I had not encountered that and didn’t really know what it was until now. But I had a few initial job interviews, and was explicitly told that LeetCode would be a good way to prepare for the next round, so I tried it and actually found it quite fun. I’ve mentioned before that I prefer coding in an interview rather than making yet another JSON-to-TableView app as a take-home exercise.

This is also my first time doing Advent of Code. I planned to do it in Python because it’s probably about time I learnt that language, but then I did the first day’s puzzles in a spreadsheet and the next four days’ in Swift. Maybe I’ll switch to Python at some point, but it’ll be more difficult as I progress through the harder puzzles.

LeetCode and Advent of Code have different kinds of challenge that are interesting for different reasons. LeetCode stays at roughly the same level of difficulty (there are I think three different levels, but that’s about it), cares about how efficiently your code runs, and will tell you the right output when your code gets it wrong. And once you get it right, you can read about ways to do it better. On the other hand, Advent of Code puzzles get gradually harder each day, don’t care about efficiency (you run the code on your own machine and just enter an answer) but also won’t tell you the answer, so you just have to keep reasoning about your code until you figure out what could be wrong with it. They also have a backstory as to why you’re solving a given problem, rather than just an abstract requirement.

Do you see why I don’t blog very often? It’s because every time I do, the post ends up being very long and taking most of my day, which is because I don’t blog very often. I think it’s time to end this one!

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The Old Dopamine Peddler


This is inspired by what Hank Green said about picking the right addiction just after singing about Tetris on JoCo Cruise Crazy 4. Appropriately, it can be sung to the Tetris tune (a.k.a. Korobeiniki, meaning Peddlers) though it is modeled more closely on Kobi LaCroix’s ‘The Peddler: A Half-Assed Translation’ than on any other version.

Open your mind and I know you will find that its system’s designed for times of rest.
You must know there are places you go when the throes of adulthood get you stressed.

Tics of our mental relief, incrementally pouring cement in between life’s bricks.
Kicks you spurn, they protect you from burnout, without them we’d turn out lunatics.

Drugs, TV or Tetris fun.
Learn, create, or get this done.

When willpower fails you, addiction assails you, and sometimes it ails you but there’s a way
to decide which addiction will guide you; when will won’t provide, you have a say.

Low-power moments with something to show for them, that’s how a grown-up can function well.
Something easy that won’t just delete, so it slowly accretes your world’s oyster shell.

Flappy Bird will do you wrong.
Add more words to parody song.

Not films of Fluffy, watch How To Make Stuff, and make making the puff you’re addicted to.
When at rest, read of skills that impressed, and you will find the best are afflicted too.

New bricks are falling; you can’t fit it all in; you may drop the ball into yawning gaps.
Do it too much, you won’t get to do much, but don’t over-rue such a paltry lapse.

Climb this twelve-step staircase to
time that will no longer waste you.

Post a creation of procrastination,  you’ll find validation to keep you keen.
Reinforce, don’t forget to be awesome, endorse with the force of dopamine.

 

(Reinforce, don’t forget to be awesome, of course that’s endorsed by the brothers Green.)

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Ten Minutes A Day (Live on JoCo Cruise Crazy)


I recited a revised version of Ten Minutes a Day at the JoCo Cruise Crazy 4 open mic, because it’s about how to start doing the things you’re passionate about when you’re not in a position to literally quit your job like all these JoCo cruisers did. I introduced it with some quotes from John Hodgman from this video, which can be seen with more context in the JoCo Cruise Crazy 2 Q&A.

Here are the words I intended to say:

Ten minutes a day:
that’s all you need
to realise your dreams —
not as hard as it seems!
Ten minutes can always be freed.

Ten minutes a day,
a sixth of a clock,
to keep up your writing,
the forced march providing
the force to march through writers’ block.

Ten minutes a day
can’t be denied,
to read through your bookshelf
and castle your rook self,
with culture of kings by your side.

Ten minutes a day,
one day at a time.
To inch past the worst of it,
combat inertia that
nothing excuses, must try if it uses just

ten minutes a day.
Don’t you forget
to learn a new language:
word spread, grammar sandwich.
Ten minutes to keep your tongue wet.

Ten minutes a day,
not big amounts,
to work on your fitness;
don’t tire yourself witless,
but even a small workout counts.

Ten minutes a day,
on or offline
to maintain your friendships;
accept rain, and send drips,
as long as it’s something, it’s fine.

Ten minutes a day —
find it somehow!
Deny social network fun;
finally get work done.
You’ve got all these things to make, it’s really not hard to take

ten minutes a day.
That’s all you do.
To try meditation —
it’s self-re-creation!
You have to take some time for you!

Ten minutes a day;
it doesn’t take long
to tidy a tight space,
put junk in the right place,
and live with things where they belong.

Ten minutes a day;
put down those chores
to teach well your baby;
remember that maybe
its life will be bigger than yours.

Ten minutes a day?
I can do that!
Grab life while I’m alive!
Did all the things, and I’ve
got what I’m leaping for now,
and I’m sleeping for

ten minutes a day.
That’s all I need. [yawn]
Night dreams are boring,
my real dreams are [sound of snoring]

The main change since the last version of this poem is that I replaced ‘if you’ve spread spores’ with ‘put down those chores’ and moved that stanza nearer the conflicting advice to tidy up, because in the end it’s all about conflicting advice. The ‘spores’ line always seemed like grhyme scraped off the bottom of a barrel anyway. Also, people might take offense at my likening parents to fungi (not that there’s anything wrong with fungi), and if they’re going to take offense at my views on reproduction, I’d rather they react to The Family Tradition.

I’d recited an earlier version of this at an open mic in Geneva, which went well: my stated goal for that performance was to make the audience yawn, and I succeeded. But I was nervous that people would think it was over when it wasn’t, so I started the last few lines while people were still laughing too loudly about the previous ones to hear me. It’s a good problem to have, I guess. So my goal on the cruise, aside from getting all the words right (I got six words wrong, but they weren’t the most important ones, and I don’t remember whether ‘sleep dreams’ instead of ‘night dreams’ was a mistake or a premeditated improvement) not hesitating or rushing too much, and not dropping entire lines or displaying as much high rising terminal as I did at the last JCCC open mic, was to wait until the laughter died down before continuing with the last few lines. I succeeded! Achievement unlocked: elementary stagecraft.

My dictionary says that ‘stagecraft’ doesn’t mean what I thought it meant, but I’m sticking with it because ‘stagecraft’ is only two letters away from ‘spacecraft’. It’s a pretty cool thing to have. On the subject of spacecraft, I highly recommend seeing Atlantis on display at Kennedy Space Center; the way they show it to you is great. I’ll put up my video of it later.

While practising the poem, I got pretty self-conscious about the corny/overwrought rhymes, and wondered whether it was worth wading through them to get to the laugh line. Oh well: stagecraft! Jack Conte from Pomplamoose was hosting the open mic, and I think he is made of stagecraft. Hank Green was also hosting, but he made it pretty clear that he is made mostly of quarks. Hank Green, we’re not so different, you and I.

A few people who heard this poem at open mic have told me they were inspired by it, and are making progress on various projects because of it, and that’s great. But when I wrote this it was out of frustration with the idea. It always takes more than ten minutes, and there are always other things to do in the day, and if I try to do more than a few of these ‘ten minute’ things there isn’t enough time for sleep. Maybe I need to be stricter about stopping when the time’s up no matter whether I feel like doing more or am still waiting for my nearly-five-year-old Mac Ayu to let me start. I put in the ‘teach well your baby’ stanza almost as a joke, because I’m amazed that people with children have time and energy to do anything else at all, and yet they are told to spend just that wafer-thin amount of extra time doing each of several conflicting things to raise their children better, as well as all the other things. If you really only have ten minutes a day for a child, consider spending them on contraception.

The spontaneous Mr. Creosote reference in the last paragraph made me think of this extra stanza:

Ten minutes a day:
it’s just wafer-thin!
To add to your total,
create, Creosotal!
Conserve it, but don’t hold it in.

Which is kind of gross and kind of negative, but if you have something you want to create, and you just spew out whatever you can in ten minutes, it’s better than forgetting about it or using up mental energy fretting about forgetting it. If time is your nemesis, fight it with emesis.

I’ll leave you with the much prettier words of Jonathan Coulton and Hank Green: There isn’t time and space to do it all, so pick the right addiction.

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