Walking the Middle Way

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Oh, come on- that's a no-brainer (aw, hale naw- not Sylar!)...

The fictional character that I most identify with, and have done for at least 35 years (longer, if you count those first furitive pre-rerun glimpses when the show was on and I was near a TV) is Mr. Spock. I was the brilliant, awkward, geeky young teen who didn't fit in, the strange looking one with the strange accent, strange clothes, and strange hair; the despised smarty with the hand that always popped up first in the class.

Spock came along during a time in my life that I prefer not to recall. He gave me a model for behavior, and a way to express my intellect and use my vast vocabulary. He demonstrated ample evidence that it was sexy to be smart, and it was OK to let your freak flag fly high. (They called me a freak. I wanted to fit in. Spock gave me permission to be myself.) He gave me a means to pursue both my vocation and my profession, blending them harmoniously to create the TechMage I am today.

I am my own person, true. But I can crank my eyebrows like nobody's business. And my Aikido teacher taught me that there really is a nerve pinch that can bring people to their knees. (He was a Spock fan, too...)

Live Long & Prosper, y'all...