Speaker for the Nerds

I'm a fan of irony. Semesters lasting four months. It being his-tory not her-story. Sound in space movies. Stepping left when punching right. Evil being live.

But that is neither here nor there.

I am playing an archeologist in the search for the foundation of modern sci-fi. A genre often discounted because it belongs to the Star Trek dressing geeks and nerds that speak in Vulcan. We might sit around and argue the value of a TI-89 vs. a puny TI-83. We think non-deterministic automata defining recursive languages are a think to marvel at. But this is a narrow view of the nerd-dom. We are much more than that. Like Adam Gant we can be academic rock stars with a keen eye for organizational behavior. We can describe the Friedman's four way win and value the pro's and con's of the apocalyptic Fukuyama. Even Huntington gets to play.

Perhaps it is too bold to consider myself a spokesperson for the nerds. My credentials? An elitist education, a supreme interest in all things interesting and a conscious effort to learn that which matters to as few people as possible. A nerd is often most easily defined if he knows about the sword of truth than if he knows what happens to Edward.

The thing is, I like to know about both.

I like to dance to big band music, appreciate Carreras singing Nessun Do-rrrr-ma, and stand around awkwardly in a My Morning Jacket concert. I read People, xkcd, GQ and the Economist with equal delight. I box and play chess.

So consider this an introduction to a book. For my sake I will picture myself writing this on a spaceship or a battle ship like the Logos (not a Hovercraft though) as I fly away from a doomed earth. I write her-story (Gaea) from my eyes in hopes of including as many biases as possible. Some of them mine.

They say history is for those who win on the battlefield. They are wrong. History is for those who survive on the battlefield. Semantics matter when it comes to being able to put pen to paper.

Revenge of the nerds was a documentary.