Preface: This blog has gone through quite a few cycles of birth and rebirth. its purpose changed time and time again. From frustrated attempt at dealing with the challenges of love in my early twenties, to venting the heartache of that love coming to a end, to a sandbox for me to explore myself as a writer. In that time i've had a few readers who read my writing for whatever reasons. And although a review of a sci-fi show seems an odd choice for this final post in some ways it makes sense. This show was once something i shared with the girl i loved in 2004 when i started this blog and in coming to an end it is in some small way the very last "shared" thing to end from that time in my life. A very odd parallel that didn't occur to me until i actually started writing this. In a way i hope she someday gets a chance to see this final episode of the show we started watching together.
Now my thoughts on the show and the finale.
I'm not sure what i can add to what's been written and being written about BattleStar Galactica as a whole, and The series finale. It comes at a time of profound change for television and most other mediums. Newspapers are shutting down, CD's are woefully obsolete and TV shows that depend on things like Nielsen ratings or ad dollares are eeking by on business model that's slowly going obselete. Everyone is scrambling to find solutions. Meanwhile i do what i always do. Consume, Read, Watch, Listen to the things that move me, affect me, make me laugh, cry, or think in whichever way is quickest and most convenient. So i've downloaded every episode for the past year of BSG and the second they hit blu-ray i'll but the whole box set of them.
But i'm writing now not because i feel the need to drone on about new media vs. old media but because i know in my heart that the talent behind a show like BSG must and should be allowed to do what they do best. This show isn't merely entertaining but a beautiful representation of that uniquely human urge to create art. The word is loaded with cliche but art is the most wonderful abstract manifestation of humanities greatest trait. So although i still cringe at the idea of something so transient as a television show being called art, BSG is nothing less than a symphony. It has taken me through a 5 year journey and in bringing me to a finish line i find myself thinking about god, spirituality, and the tiny choices that make us who we are.
I imagine someone listening to Beethoven's Ninth for the first time must have had a similar experience.
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