A historian, feminist, and nerd living in Boise, ID. That is, this is the blog of someone who is all of those things, not the blog of three different people who are each one of those things. That would just be crazy.
I was six, and our nanny, who was not around for long, and was English, but had just come back from America, had this poster on the wall by her bed. I really liked her. I asked her to explain the poster to me, as I was intrigued, and she told me about Mr Spock, and how he had green blood. I started at the poster, wondering how you could tell that he had green blood. She also had a copy of James Blish’s STAR TREK (later renamed Star Trek 1) which she left behind when she left, and was the first adult SF book I remember reading, long before the show made it across the Atlantic to the UK.
It’s odd to think that it started with this poster.