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Be Here Now


vintage postcard with classical tuscan viewIf I could live in another time I’d be hard press to come up with one. The past always looks romantic in the movies but the reality of the hardships and inconveniences are not ones I care to live with. I most likely would have been a serf living off the land. And really, I have a black thumb! I’d starve to death.

Egypt during the height of its glory sounds intriguing but again, I doubt I would be running around the palaces and temples, most likely scrubbing the floors.

No, I will stay right here. It’s not perfect, there are many challenges ahead for society and the world, but it’s also an exciting time as well. Technological advances are changing the world as we know it.

I don’t have to step back into time or fly forward into the future.

Like the old saying goes: Be Here Now.

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I’m Okay Right Here… Really!

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Sometimes it’s easy to dream about the past, or the future, and think how much simpler life would be if I lived there. In the past of fiction and imagination the pace was slower, the living simpler, the possibilities seemingly boundless. Then I start remembering all the stuff I take for granted, and frankly enjoy, that didn’t exist in my favorite time periods. Health care, indoor plumbing, personal hygiene in some cases, not to mention general sanitation. If there’s one thing I despise it’s stinky smells, and there would be a lot of those.

I suppose if I were born in the past I wouldn’t mind that the streets ran with effluvia or that indoor plumbing consisted of a chamber pot. But to go back to there from now? Realistically? No ta! Besides I’d probably be a serf, not a princess or other high-status individual, and life would be not just stinky but short and hard.

As for the future… Well, I’d like to live in the kind of future where money doesn’t exist, where each person’s talent is carefully nurtured and everyone is equal (yes, I know, I’m back to Star Trek again, aren’t I?) but again my realistic nature makes me question that dream. Humans are strange beings—competitive, argumentative, egotistical, to name a few characteristics—and the traits that make us human would seem often to be impediments to that kind of Utopian ideal.

Then there’s that pesky thing called ‘technology.’ I don’t hate it—believe me, my computer is one of my favorite possessions—but that doesn’t mean I actually understand it. Every year technology advances and I know, without a doubt, at some point in my lifetime it will far outstrip my needs and ability to keep up. So, should I jump forward in time say two-hundred years, would I be even able to function? I wouldn’t have the necessary implants given at birth or have the chance to learn how to use them seamlessly, like those future children do, should that be a part of future humans’ lives. Even if technology isn’t that intrusive, I can picture myself curling up in a corner, gibbering, as someone tries to teach me how to get the replicator to feed me!

Minolta DSCSo, all-in-all, I’ll just hang out here, with my flush toilet, microwave and plug-in kettle. There’s a lot to be said for the comfort of the known…

A Little 1960’s Love


shutterstock_43873468I’m feeling very warm and fuzzy over this week’s MANhandler photos. Such lovely, lovely arms…and we all know how I feel about arms.

This is, by far, the post that has pushed me farthest from my comfort zone. I’m not a sci-fi reader, so when I had to come up with my favorite droid I’d like to have stop by for a day, I’m ashamed only one thing came to mind: the Jettsons. I know, it’s a little off the wall, but when I think of what I would most want, all I can think of is Rosie. (Sorry, Bumblebee and Optimus Prime — I suck.)

It always fascinated me to see the way we “would” live in the future. As a kid, I was pretty sure Hanna-Barbera was right on the money. Surely there would be boxes in the wall that spit out your favorite foods and we’d get around in funny cars that both hovered, rolled and flew. We’d all have giant dogs that could almost talk and hopping around space would be no more difficult than slapping a goldfish bowl on your head. But most of all, we’d have Rosie.
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Long before the sensual romance covers and my discovery of supremely spicy romance, the idea I could have a robot to do all my chores absolutely set my little heart aflutter. Just thinking about having someone come in and keep my house neat as a pin makes me lightheaded. I could lounge around like Jane and have a perfect figure and perfect hair and zero responsibility. Sure, she was a little saucy, but that was part of her charm. She might mouth off, but she still zoomed around the house getting everything done while Jane lazed the day away.

Imagine my horror when I got married and didn’t get a Rosie as a wedding gift. There were bitter tears, people. Bitter. Tears.

As fiercely sexy as Bumblebee is (shout out to my love of all things Transformers), Rosie is the one who makes me yearn for crazy technological advancements. Forget the flying cars. I want clean socks.

Lea Barrymire’s Pleasure Planet

Ms. Danica Avet asked me to write a post about what I think a Pleasure Planet would be like. I laughed and then gladly agreed.

Close your eyes, wait… you can’t do that and read this. Hmm, okay. Read along and let your imagination set up the world for you. Imagine two thousand years from now. Space is no longer a mystery. The human race has met and combined with hundreds of other races throughout the heavens. Traveling the speed of light is a simple concept, and we’ve expanded our understanding of science a hundred-fold. We’ve moved beyond our petty differences and live a life of purpose and peace. The Earth is just one of many places humans can be found living and working.

Sounds great, right? Except we’re individually still working under stressful situations, doing too much and being expected to get more done that we humanly can. It’s not like Star Trek where everyone is wandering corridors looking for the next loose chic. So, let’s add in what space and highly developed races would bring to the mix. Pleasure planets. Oh, yes. If we’re going to be in space, dealing with other races then we’re taking full advantage of their technology.

Pleasure planets will be places built specifically for stress reduction. They will only exist on exotic places, those that make your chest ache because they are so beautiful. Tears of joy will stream down your cheeks when you land. They’ll be run by beings who ooze peace and serenity. Holistic, peaceful, and filled with all of those things you could ever want for a relaxing getaway. Like what, you ask?

Beautiful music made to calm you will play in every room. Scented air will enter your lungs and made you smile. Perhaps candles will be warming the air around the edges of the rooms, even though fire will be so last millennium.

How about foods that are made specifically from your memory? You press your finger into a small depression in the wall and the computer reads your thought patterns and creates exactly what you want. A piece of New York Cheesecake with cherries? Mmmm…

Oh, but what if you need a dose of endorphins? You’ve had a tough week and you are in desperate need of release and a flood of love-induced chemicals flowing through your body? Because, you know, that sex will be determined to be the best method of bringing the body into perfect emotional alignment. What? I’m writing this story and so I’m using some author prerogative.

Enter the idea of organically made cyborgs. These babies can be programmed to look like whoever the client wants to boink. You have a thing for a Xanagl purple-skinned warrior. Fine, you get him in all his violet glory. How about a smoking hot male from Fangor? Sure. Anything you want in the male species can be bought for a price. But, oh, the orgasms. They’ll be guaranteed. When you sign your contract the Pleasure Planets will promise you mind-blowing, tear-jerking, body-shaking releases.

Mmmm… sorry, got lost in the image. Who wants to fast forward two thousand years with me? Hmm? *raises hand* I’ll even drive the ship!

What would your perfect Pleasure Planet hold? Would it be like mine or something more exotic? Everyone wearing leather leashes and cuffs? Wait that would be in mine, too. Let me know by leaving a comment. I want to know what you’d expect to find on a planet dedicated to nothing but pleasure and relaxation.

About Lea Barrymire

Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rugrats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She’s slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life’s adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.

Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.

When Lea isn’t reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.

 

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lb-boundattheballBound at the Ball blurb:

Rella Cinder was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters, she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball.

Warrior Sabar T’Brun is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate.

Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her?

Releases 1/28/2013- Available for preorder now:

 

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