Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

To cursive or not to cursive...


To have a talent and passion for a craft, as well as the dedication, drive and work ethic with which to follow it through to its glorious conclusion, or perhaps, put simply, to find one's calling. For some, like myself, it is but a non-existent dream. For others, like this young man, it is reality with a bold flourish. May he continue to inspire others with his beautiful work.



“By doing the different tactile movements of forming the individual letters, and linking those letters one to another, and then putting those words into a context of a sentence, you are actually engraining the information in your brain.”  Jake Weidmann

And then watching it again, I came across this...
 

 
"It is not technology that is the direct enemy of the pen... it is our dependency on technology... And the greater we grow our dependency on technology, what we may soon find is that we have created the most technologically advanced way of creating illiteracy." Jake Weidmann

I may have touched on a similar subject a few years ago.
 

Saturday, August 29, 2015

The drought revisited...


Once again, living off of one's credit card and line of credit, as well as borrowing money to pay for a mortgage, isn't exactly the best way to go about life, but I am no stranger to it, as I had to make due when going through my own personal drought a few years ago. Not a whole heck of a lot of options in a small town previously supported by resource based industry that no longer exists in the area. I made a go of my own business which I thoroughly enjoyed and after that, worked for a non-profit, but had to make the difficult decision to leave. As I mentioned before, I'm in the same place I was fresh out of high school, the only difference being the major debt load I'm now carrying. It would be nice to start fresh, but life doesn't work that way when you're almost fifty with no prospects of any sort.

I wonder about the "before", when music and movies, sports, or pretty pictures and creativity, could help make life flow. Where did that all go? Depression the demon whispers. Losing interest in your interests. Withdrawing from society. Feeling lost. Bouts of sadness for no reason. Now that I think about it, perhaps working at a job and keeping busy at that job for over twenty years, such that I didn't have to participate in or pursue a life, was just prolonging the inevitable. If the job had ended sooner, this would have come crashing down sooner. But... could there have ever been a cosmic plan for this speck of dust? I think not.



So I buy food. So I splurged on a few movies to watch. That's about it, but it will do for now. I am glad of my choices. Of movies that is. Three I chose. And three I enjoyed greatly. (I had a feeling I would though.)

 



 

Heatwave...

 
Once again I'd fallen into the pit of nothingness in my head. No music, no movies, no walking. Barely going out. Granted the three month heatwave did have something to do with it, or perhaps just made it worse. 30 Celsius INside the house was countered only by one fan in the kitchen and one desk fan in the bedroom, with no windows to open in order to push the warm air around. I pretty much stayed immobile within the bubble of the fan, being that upon rising, one was enveloped by the slow crush of hot air. Then rain to end the drought. Then finally the temperature at night started to cool. Then the days were not so hot, but due to the humidity, it didn't seem to have changed much at all. And now the province-wide campfire ban seems to have been lifted.
 
During the hottest weeks, as the house heated up gradually throughout the day, which ended in an almost suffocating closeness in the evening, a stroke of brilliance hit me, wherein I determined the best course of action was to lie down on the kitchen floor, under the fan, watching movies on the laptop. It was also during this time that I discovered how lucky guys are to be able to go shirtless in the summer. What a wondrous thing it is to make pancakes in your underwear and to drink cold milk straight from the jug.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Demand a plan...

 
Saw this video on Facebook (a little behind the times).  The campaign is called "Demand a Plan" and it is a bunch of celebrities saying "enough", and demanding a plan to end gun violence. To that, all I can say is ... then stop glorifying it... (Warning: Sweary bits.)

Tactile Human Contact revisited...

Part deux.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Unreal...


I'm just shaking my head after seeing this... I think to myself, why, why would you do that to yourself? And then I realize that I answered my own question.
 
(YouTube Views 305,691)

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Crying to your soul...


This came up today in Facebook, and I couldn't not post it. Yes, I still remembered the words, but not too funny that I do, considering this 


 
The rather funny thing is that I had gone over to the old house a few weeks ago and loaded up more of my crap to bring home, amongst which I had two boxes of my mix-tapes and miscellaneous cassettes, including Bronski Beat.

"The answers you seek will never be found at home."
 

Saturday, July 18, 2015

The things that come out of my fingers...

"I feel like that little piece of laundry that fell on the floor and never got picked up. Haven't figured out yet if I am the errant underwear or lone sock." (Part of a message I typed earlier today.)

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Dead end...

It s rather sad that I am pretty much at the same place in life as I was exactly thirty years ago, except that this time there is no job to go into until I figure out what to do with my life.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

If a geek smiles...

... how much money can be raised?

Was scrolling through the FB feed and watched a video posted on George Takei's page. I had heard mention of this fundraiser before, but hadn't looked into it any further until today. Then as I continued on my way watching "suggested videos", there was this... You can't help but smile...
 

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Cuteness overload...

... except for the beard and stache... I don't wike it.
 
Another one to sit on a couch with and have a conversation. You can't help but smile. He's infectious.