7:30 to 8 P.M. - Sean & Ashley
8 to 8:30 P.M. – Infinite Horizons
8:30 to 9 P.M. - Zach East
9 to 9:45 P.M. - Before the Streetlights

Infinite Horizons – 8 P.M to 9 P.M

Zach East – 9 P.M to 10 P.M

Please come out and watch these talented musicians perform! And don’t forget to have a milkshake or a latte while you’re there!

- Is it life a simple line?                                                                                                                                           or at least, could it be? with no turning backs or simply not going…                                                                      an endless line or meant to end, somehow, someday – not exactly or exactly how it was supposed to.

-  Why this question? 

- I don’t know. Lately I’ve been missing a few things that I never lived, missing wishes that I never hoped to transform into reality. I miss a special tone of voice, a special touch of skin, somehow, inside of me…                                                                                                                                                        an intuition of reunion and a long waiting that approaches an end or poetically, a new chapter.

- If I could teach or say something… this emptiness you started feeling is nothing but a state, my darling. Of course, I’m not saying that you should leave it as some crazy manners of your own, of course not, simply live with it exploring other sides of life. We’re all looking for the same things in some point of existence  (…)                                                                                                                                          We’re all hoping to love and be loved. To be around love in this specific way that usually comes to us. We want to touch, we want to talk and simply look, but darling, never forget, like yourself, I do believe in once reuniting with people that had their lines shorter than ours, but until that very moment, the magnificent of life is                                                                                                                    dream, simply… dream. 

To be honest deep down I had hope he would really do an article about this but being a somewhat newcomer to the blog scene (hell! My first blog post ever is a little over 3 months old now) and being a fairly new chick in commenting his posts I really didn’t expected a reply to me personally.

As it turned out nature conspired with faith (I hope you get the reference for the old EVE intro) and my comment couldn’t have come at a better time, for Jester quoted me in the very next post, at the top of the page!

BAM!

I was surprised - to say the least! In a good way: while this being my thirteenth post (and 5 more are on the drawing board) my blog is not the most viewed of all times (it does get hits from all around the world) and I was really thinking whether or not I am just writing to amuse myself.

Funny thing is, I didn’t know I would be so happy just being quoted by another person… a little happiness in my everyday life …

Links:
Jester’s first post (where I made my comment): http://jestertrek.blogspot.hu/2012/07/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html

Jester’s post about the HUN composition: http://jestertrek.blogspot.hu/2012/07/about-that-hun-reloaded-comp.html

Old EVE-Online intro (God! I miss this one!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjbwsyhJjUs

Fly safe!

Infinite Horizons was the name of a little website I put up years ago for some of my original science fiction writing. It started back when I was at York University, because I couldn’t think of much else to do with the website space I got as a computer science student.

It stayed with YorkU CS for a while, until my accounts got closed after I graduated, and then I used a couple of different free web hosts for the next two years. In the spring of 2001, when I moved into my own place and got cable internet, I put Infinite Horizons up on my ISP web space, but never gave out the link to it anywhere, so it’s just kind of an archive mirror on the dark web now.

The one complete project on Infinite Horizons was “Voyage: Triton”, which I finished before putting the site up, during my freshman year at York. All of the rest of the writing up there was related to the Star Patrol universe – a chapter and a half of a first novel, and a lot of other little snippets and unresolved drabbles. A lot of them were written in the summer of 1998, when I was taking an adult extension course in Creative Writing as an elective, where the curriculum was big on writing stream of consciousness, so when I was doing a class exercise I’d just start on one of the story ideas that I had running around in my head, and never really finish it. That was the same course that started my career in Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction.

But I still have a fondness for the Star Patrol setting, and went back into it a few months ago as a short Blogisode serial. My first attempts were definitely a little immature – I don’t think any of the characters were really Mary Sue level, but the female romantic lead, Melissa Dempsey, was definitely inspired by an unrequited crush I had on another student. But as I kept trying to get the story down in type, Melissa evolved into something else – a sensitive, competent, slightly insecure Irish woman with a dark secret in her childhood.

And the somewhat crazy thing about Star Patrol was how wide those inspired plot notions of mine spread – over a significant fraction of the galaxy, but more importantly, over a cluster of characters spanning four generations:

1. The original crew, centered around six ensigns who went through the Academy together – Brett Walker, Melissa Dempsey, Victor Kane, Gary Peterson, Carla Jones, and Jody Quinton. Together, they make contact with several alien races, including the mystical Brei’ans, and the deadly telepathic Imperion, and are involved in forming an inter-species Alliance to shore up defences against Imperion conquest.
2. The second generation stars Brett’s son, (and Melissa’s,) Michael Walker. Michael and his sister have just joined the service when the Imperion war starts, and Michael has become romantically involved with Karen Pauling, a law student from a rich family, who’s being groomed for a political career. The three of them end up becoming critical to several stages of the Alliance victory. After the war ends, Michael’s a hero, and Karen encourages him to stay in Star Patrol and explore the new Alliance territory, but he ends up resigning, and going to study with the Brei’an elders – and finds himself having to fight for Karen’s heart.
3. Michael and Karen’s son, Jonathan Walker, gets a very unique opportunity and responsibility as a child, as his life is joined with that of an insubstantial alien intelligence who otherwise can’t participate in our universe. (Not that his mother was exactly happy about this development, but that’s another story.) There’s a human girl his age in a similar situation, Jennifer Herald, grand-daughter of Jody Quinton, and the two alien life forms are already mated, though Jon and Jenny were strangers. They’re expected to become brilliant masters in Star Patrol Intelligence, but end up leaving the service early to follow their own, completely unexpected path.
4. Ian Walker, Jon and Jennifer’s son, grows up seeing a lot of the Alliance with his wandering parents, and makes some good friends on an isolated planet, where the young settlers are restless and discontent under the strictly planned society that their parents planned out for their world. But he chooses to follow a great quest within the halls of the Brei’an masters, to search for the missing Timesgate portal.

I do want to write more of Star Patrol, maybe try to finish a novel-length manuscript in Nano or JulNoWriMo, or one of those events. I’m a little concerned about getting back into writing something that I sketched out so many ideas for when I was younger, because I’ll have to change some of those plans now that I’ve become a better writer. Still, getting back into an imaginary world all my own that inspired me so much, and still engages my creative sense with so many ‘what if’ questions when I think about it now – that’s gotta be a good thing, right?

E’ così che arrivi tu a me.

Il paesaggio potrebbe essere uno qualunque, ovunque.

La differenza se ne sta addormentata nella consapevolezza che certi paesaggi non saranno mai per me e per te.

Non insieme.

Prima o poi quella differenza busserà alla nostra porta.

Forse già lo fa ed io sto facendo finta di non sentire nulla..

In lontananza qualcuno bussa ma forse no…

forse no… magari è solo il vento che fischia..

magari non è nessuno.