tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77222128118983475072024-03-05T05:48:03.597-08:00Spockgirl MusingsPlease note that I am not the only "Spockgirl" out in cyberspace.Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.comBlogger1892125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-61885175485920642982023-11-19T01:30:00.000-08:002024-02-15T02:43:17.082-08:00Blogging, life and music...<p style="text-align: justify;">My blogging has definitely fallen by the wayside. Not because of any massive changes in life or actually "getting a life". On the contrary, the very minimal interests that I used to have, have slowly faded away, including always listening to music or watching movies, and swimming, etc. Things just started falling apart around me and it's just where I found myself. Lost again in the same place. That being said, I have gone down many a YouTube rabbit hole this past year, after being in the absence of my stereo and home theatre system, which are now dead and long gone. Heavy sigh. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I still haven't used my passport. (Granted, there have been some crazy events in the past few years and around the world as of late.) Oddly enough, I had to use it recently as an ID, and when I looked at it, I noticed that it was issued the year that I had my quad-bypass surgery. The idea back then was that I'd be going SOMEWHERE. At the time that I applied for it, the Docs didn't know what was wrong with me and ended up running various tests for 11 months, before the angiogram. Surgery was booked and well, the passport remains empty. The bonus is that after gaining 20 pounds after that surgery, I've now lost 30 due to a new med I was put on to try and wean off insulin which I've been on for about 24 years. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Anyhoo... back to that YouTube rabbit hole.... Even though it started off on a musical journey, I went on many tangents, and lo and behold, it took me back to music regardless. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hXlzci1rKNM?si=C-OAm1hLfqOGO5Ty" title="YouTube video player" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-15928451887286832002023-07-27T04:00:00.001-07:002023-07-27T04:00:06.332-07:00I don't know much... <div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't know she was only a few months older than me. With my very poor memory, I think I remember two songs, but I probably knew more. One was a song written by Prince. I also remember that she sang that song on SNL (when I still used to watch tv), and that she ripped up a picture of the Pope after that performance. I knew vaguely why she had, but didn't know the reasons behind it. All I know is that over the years she was troubled and that she is at peace now. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0-EF60neguk?si=QS-Ohu1f2mkj6NpD" title="YouTube video player" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-12998363463522999912023-02-05T23:40:00.000-08:002023-02-05T23:40:01.946-08:00Hope<p style="text-align: justify;">I'm not crying, you're crying... </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Music had always been an integral part of my life, however, listening to music had slipped away from my everyday in the past few years, coinciding with everything slowly falling apart, literally, in almost every aspect of my existence. I've never been without a piano, record player, radio, cassette player, walkman, CD player, discman or stereo in over 50 years, but life happens... things fall apart. As I struggled heading into another chapter in my life, I've found some hope in music that I have come across lately. So far, I think there's been 5 or 6 new (to me) bands and artists that have managed to pull me up from the pit. I had seen this name pop up on the sidebar, but hadn't clicked on it until tonight. </p><p>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s_nc1IVoMxc" title="YouTube video player" width="380"></iframe> </p>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-24075235812292172152022-12-01T00:44:00.006-08:002022-12-01T00:45:17.734-08:00Yes...<p> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fh6ResCBg3c" title="YouTube video player" width="380"></iframe></p>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-44699159849998532642022-09-05T03:00:00.003-07:002022-09-05T03:01:26.998-07:00I'm not crying, you're crying... <p> </p><iframe width="380" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/P2KnD7sfpoA" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-61610011481611212742022-04-25T01:11:00.002-07:002022-04-25T01:12:59.463-07:00Tears stream...<iframe width="380" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/n9aL0otZalc" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-12417626247334287212022-03-22T23:07:00.004-07:002022-03-22T23:10:44.739-07:00Feeling old yet?<p>Roland looks pretty good. (I had to google to make sure he was the one I remembered.) </p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="120" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Pkgd3tER1yI" title="YouTube video player" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-50827576705746331862022-02-06T02:26:00.001-08:002022-02-06T02:41:50.799-08:00<p> </p>
I stopped listening to music. Music was a lifeline. You can't be alone without music. <div><br /></div>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZzNuwjErYlE" title="YouTube video player" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-25577666644045161292021-09-11T04:44:00.001-07:002021-09-11T04:44:27.032-07:00I remember...<p> 9 11 happened the year after mom died. I remember I was standing in the living room when the news came on the TV.</p>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-82600803933483300982021-05-21T03:13:00.005-07:002021-05-21T03:16:29.672-07:00Shopgirl<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When I go get coffee at McDonalds, it's just walking to get coffee at McDonalds. I realized a short time ago that when I'm walking back to the shop after getting a specialty coffee downtown, I kinda feel like "Shopgirl" in You've Got Mail. Of course I am fully aware that I am simply anonymous Spockgirl struggling alone in small town Canada. That being said, it doesn't hurt to see the parallels. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuasBf6brR7PyouNxkY2b7jKSOza0WadaouCTRnATCjKc9dYiiztax9OnVJRznrTTF8GJYYU-4BfVqlRi0LPl8l_AAxkmpsxhnvNU1JYS6XbbA7HGjr2E-qrpV5nQzAR9cVBNM_biBDsp/s2048/001+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1308" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuasBf6brR7PyouNxkY2b7jKSOza0WadaouCTRnATCjKc9dYiiztax9OnVJRznrTTF8GJYYU-4BfVqlRi0LPl8l_AAxkmpsxhnvNU1JYS6XbbA7HGjr2E-qrpV5nQzAR9cVBNM_biBDsp/s320/001+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-33854997137982639822020-11-15T23:33:00.002-08:002020-11-15T23:33:08.439-08:00Boisterous applause...<iframe frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/T9xPqKevNx0" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-65500164442216562322020-08-17T00:21:00.003-07:002020-08-17T00:24:13.483-07:00Just because...I may have posted this before, but whatever... (Brought me to tears when I heard it the first time too...)<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2cZ_EFAmj08" width="480"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-32562630787675615152020-07-12T01:11:00.000-07:002020-07-12T01:14:37.126-07:00Same as it ever was...Funny that this came up today...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Apparently it has been 10 years today since I started this here little blog. It is still little, and I am still alive. I've met one blog person in person, but that is because we had begun corresponding via email, after which I joined the ranks of Facebook probably 8 or so years ago, and we met in 2016, which was pretty dang cool. His blog has since died, but we still communicate on a regular basis. Life remains the same. </span></div>
Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-87485595868460352522019-09-01T01:11:00.000-07:002019-09-01T01:12:58.899-07:00Holy Shit...<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I googled the blog name to get here and <a href="http://spockgirl-musings.blogspot.com/2018/07/i-forgot.html"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">this post</span></a> came up. All I could say was...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The funny thing? Today I felt like I was back there again... almost... except now... Mahjong, and I don't think my environs and life in general have ever been in this much disarray. </span></div>
Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-43087555604619141552019-02-03T00:00:00.000-08:002019-02-03T00:00:29.146-08:00Hold on... <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5rOiW_xY-kc" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-31836486129912133882019-01-26T23:06:00.000-08:002019-01-26T23:08:23.869-08:00Tater tots... .. and chocolate...<br />
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Been a while since I watched something new. Or had anything to say...here...Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-14022706155414615852018-12-29T22:00:00.000-08:002018-12-29T22:03:49.273-08:00Musings to nothing....<br />
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Not a good sign when the most frequent visitors to your blog for the day, week and month are from Russia or the United Arab Emirates. Also not a good sign when your last blogpost was one month ago to the day. I don't know. I thought it was a good idea to keep the blog alive, but that becomes a wee bit difficult when you barely feel alive. Spockgirl barely muses about anything anymore. </div>
Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-68762248751579909472018-11-29T01:42:00.001-08:002018-11-29T01:42:46.229-08:00Nuts...... nuts I say...Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-81776868008790467142018-11-11T02:44:00.000-08:002018-11-11T02:44:03.262-08:00100 years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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It was supposed to be the war to end all wars, but do not break faith that there will always be those who raise their hands to carry the torch. Lest ye forget.</div>
Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-80267713067980463132018-10-26T23:30:00.001-07:002018-10-26T23:31:58.990-07:00I forgot how much I loved this song.. and singing Eddie's part in the quiet of my room... <br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VUb450Alpps" width="459"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-60388688425768396292018-10-12T00:12:00.001-07:002018-10-12T00:12:59.163-07:00The first twelve beats... entered my brain, and then the words came back...
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Walking to dad's this evening, a song drifted into my head, and I started singing quietly to myself. "Tin can at my feet, I think I'll kick it down the street. That's no way to treat a friend. Bright before me the signs implore me, help the needy and show them the way. Human kindness is overflowing, and I think it's going to rain today."</span></div>
Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-61665613774167812662018-09-25T00:12:00.000-07:002018-09-25T00:15:30.780-07:00... and then...<iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="214" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/6kp7hJznFCg" width="380"></iframe>Spockgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12157257995250966351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722212811898347507.post-90667024052388427442018-09-21T01:25:00.000-07:002018-09-21T01:29:36.425-07:00A fine line... <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Walking home tonight, rather glad it was already dark, as small tears began to well up in my eyes, with the permeating thought, "I don't think I can do this." Immediately following that, I then wondered... should it be, "I don't think I can do this on my own." I realized shortly thereafter that there is a very fine line between those two sentences. </span></div>
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