A large herd of nincompoops passed by here…..

Ffolkes,

Honest, I AM working on a new Pearl. That is to say, I am, on rare occasions between adventures in the BBR, slowly putting together a freshly made Pearl for your perusal. For today, as a sop to my overdeveloped sense of misguided need to post enough to keep at least a few Gentle Readers on the roll, I am re-posting this fine old-school Pearl from mid-2013, prior to my long-dreamed-of trip to Europe. It’s a good example of the breadth & depths into which my mind delved during those dark days of opioid addiction, now past, thankfully. I hope you enjoy it, enough to come back again when I get a fresh Pearl up for viewing. Until then, it will have to do, to sublimate my urges, and, to soothe any warranted, or unwarranted, need on your part to read this nonsense…. I guess it’s better than a sharp stick to the eye, yes? Say yes, then I’ll leave you be….

See ya in a day or two….

gigoid, the dubious, still busy in the real world….

😎

gigoid

Ffolkes,
Weird…. the thoughts going through my head are quite simply, weird. Of course, this is not new, nor is it surprising; I’ll bet even you didn’t react much when I said it…. because, I’m sure, it has been previously established that weirdness, and this blog, are one and the same thing….. What this means, in terms of today’s intro, is that I’m once more stuck in my head, and can’t come up with anything to write about, other than the trouble I’m having thinking of something to write about…. It’s almost an endless loop, which, if I fall into it, will keep me stranded in literary limbo forevermore….. The question I have to ask myself at this point is, do I want to allow myself to fall into that loop, or keep on writing…. it’s a tough decision these days…..

I am convinced that if I don’t write, my…

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Chafing at the proverbial bit….

Ffolkes,

“True dignity is never gained by place,
and never lost when honors are withdrawn.”

~~ Phillip Massinger ~~

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Glory Street….

Hajime…. One might think, given my recent spate of absence here on WP, any Pearls I manage to post with fresh material would be, at the base, well-constructed, even witty, with some obvious thought put into the material included; so much for expectations, eh?  Not only do I not feel that kind of confidence in what you’ll find today, I’m not sure I can come up with anything much more erudite that what you’ve already seen, which is, admittedly, not up to my usual standards, low as they are. But, I shall persist nonetheless, if only to rid myself of the nagging, dragging feeling of having not completed a chosen duty. Yes, I’m odd, or strange, or weird, take your pick…. but, so be it…..

With the caveat now out of the way, which does not excuse my lack of excellence, but, rather, seeks to mitigate its harshness, I can get on with the rest of the mess I’ve thrown together. It is, to say the least, not the finest collection of material I’ve posted, but, it falls far short of being the worst. In fact, for what it is, it’s not too shabby. Good music to listen to while reading, one of my older, better poems, and a fine collection of old-school pearls in the final section turned what might have been a train wreck into merely a bumpy ride. And, once again, I can, and will say, so be it. For now, it’s the best I can do without making myself any crazier than usual, and, as we are wont to say around here, all you can do is all you can do.

Now I’ve whined & dinned sufficiently for one day, I shall proceed to go post this mess, before I lose the nerve, and the will necessary to get it done. Both of those particular qualities have been sublimated of late, dealing with real human interaction issues out in the Big Blue Room. In fact, today, I’ll be testing my resolve, by going on an actual date, with a real person of the fairer sex. Terrified, I am, as it’s been at least a dozen years since I tried this with anyone but my son or daughter…. I can only hope I remember the proper protocols and interactive skills to keep from either looking or feeling like a fool…. Of course, as a Bozo of long standing, that may be a forlorn hope, but, we do what we can…. In any case, it promises to be an interesting day, hopefully not in the old sense implied by the Chinese curse….

So, with that outpouring of angst, and the hope to survive not only the day, but, the night, I’ll get on with what’s needed to get this done, & begin getting ready for another day of walkabout, followed by what I hope to be a pleasant evening in the company of a charming woman…. I can’t wait….

Shall we Pearl?….

“There is nothing noble about being superior to some other man.
The true nobility is in being superior to you previous self.”

~~ Samuel Johnson ~~

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Though I’ve had several days to decide, I still couldn’t find it in me to choose anything for today; hence this typical retreat into music I know will fit whatever agenda one may have. Some of the finest music ever written, played on acoustic guitar by the acknowledged master of the instrument, should fill the bill nicely. If you can’t find any of this you enjoy, your sense of music needs some refinement… I’m just sayin’…. In any case, I do hope you enjoy it…..

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Classical Guitar Music
Andres Segovia

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Bulletin

Patterns exist to bring sanity, if illusory, at best;
follicular, reality seems to slip and slide.
Still, formal insanity consistently fails the ultimate test,
why place faith in answers. from which truth can hide?

Following the music brings us back in good time;
forever seemingly retreats from relevance.
Crazy, time stands still with yet another innovative rhyme,
no burgeoning intentions for sale, to shimmy. or dance.

Folly sits easily upon this brow;
fateful and afraid, entropy bows in shame.
Into the river of time, slowly, forgetful of how
courage gives strength, no matter the game.

Capricious, the muse demands obedient attention
at risk of exhibiting true durance vile.
Bereft, single copies sit unused, despite all intention;
while singular examples of fate pass at the stile.

Seminal events bring their own weight;
no scale necessary, no guessing by eye, or hand.
Only one lesson to learn, just pay the freight;
the music is playing, and you’re part of the band.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/6/2016

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Notes on Process & Program….

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“In a word, neither death, nor exile, nor pain, nor anything of this kind
is the real cause of our doing or not doing any action,
but our inward opinions and principles.”

~~ Epictetus — Discourses, Book i, Chap xi ~~

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“Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart.”

~~ Steven Stills ~~

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“An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine,
but because people refuse to see it.”

~~ James Michener, “Space” ~~

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“We turn not older with years, but newer every day.”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

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“But where shall I start?
The world is so fast, I shall start
with the country I know best, my own.
But my country is so very large,
I had better start with my town.
But my town, too, is large.
I had best start with my street.
No, my home.
No, my family.
Never mind, I shall start with myself.”

~~ Elie Wiesel ~~

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“It was when I found out I could make mistakes
that I knew I was on to something.”

~~ Ornette Coleman ~~

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“Yield to Temptation … it may not pass your way again.”

~~ Lazarus Long, from Robert A. Heinlein’s “Time Enough For Love” ~~

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Having completed all the required elements, I can, thankfully, declare this a finished product, such as it is. I’ll be back, possibly in the near future, to try this again. As we have seen, things don’t always work out just the way we plan them, but, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think I could do it. So, keep a weather eye out for that in the next few days. I can promise I will do my best to make it worth reading, as is, I hope, always the case. In any case, that’s all I’ve got for today, so, I will bid thee adieu, with the hope you remain well, and happy as you may be. Me, I’m gonna stay strange, as it’s what I do best…. See ya, ffolkes….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


					

Filled with inordinately good cheer….

Ffolkes,

This morning, I actually got up a bit late, having indulged in excess of eight hours sleep. Such events are a rarity for me these days; even with my improved ability to get to sleep, staying there isn’t usually in the picture. So, thinking I’d do a bit of writing, I sat to begin, whereupon I found nothing but a blank mind, filled with little worth noting other than its very blankness…. SIGH…. Go figure, eh? Murphy is subtle, and experienced, is he not?…. Since I’m here, I’m reblogging a pretty good Pearl from a couple years ago, during my days of opioid withdrawal. I liked it, but, it didn’t get much traffic, so, I’m giving it another chance.

Honest, I am working on a fresh Pearl, which I’ll post as soon as I’ve finished the book review I promised a friend….In the meantime, y’all be well, and happy as you may…. I’m doing all I can do to be the same, & as we know, all you can do is all you can do…. See ya soon, ffolkes….

gigoid, the dubious

😎

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Ffolkes,

“Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.”

~~ Voltaire ~~

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Super Black Hole eating stars….

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Good morning…. I’m beginning to enjoy the intro section, now I have the option to make it as short or long as I choose…. Today, we’re going with short…. I suppose you could call this minimalist, something you don’t often see around these parts….

Shall we Pearl?

“To a reasonable creature, that alone is insupportable which is unreasonable; but everything reasonable may be supported.” — Epictetus (c. 60 AD) — Discourses, Book i, Chap. ii

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Continuing our theme of bands from the early days of rock and roll, here is an American band, whose music is familiar to probably about a third of the world’s population, having heard it played ubiquitously, in numerous incarnations, (live, radio, TV, Muzak…

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Wing nuts fried in color-fast bleach…

Ffolkes,

The urge to blog is strong in this one… Sort of. It’s still there, anyway. To sublimate that urge, here is a rather good early example of the ramblings of my mind during a period of my life filled with physical pain, before the healing properties of cannabis had been revealed to me. All in all, that guy seems now to have been laboring mightily, but, without much hope of change on a personal level. I suppose that goes to prove what I’ve always said, i.e., the value of the journey lies in the journey itself, not necessarily, or even likely, the destination…. I hope you enjoy it, & I’ll be back with some fresh nonsense in a day or two…. Be well, & happy as you may be….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
I surrender….. My email wins, or rather the WP email ‘bots win. I got busy yesterday running errands for real life, and couldn’t get to all the email that came in. So, I figured I’d get up early and knock it down this morning, from the 150 that I left in there last night when I crashed. This morning there are 268 in my Inbox….. and by the time I finish this Pearl, that will no doubt grow to an even 300…..

I can’t keep up. There are at least two bloggers that are publishing about 30 times a day each, one with pictures I have no interest in seeing (in addition, he will often post the same article or pictures four or five times in a row, within minutes of each other), and one with re-blogs of just about every blog they visit. Then at least one a…

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Cogent metaphors for sale or trade….

Ffolkes,

“Knowing your own darkness is the best method
for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”

~~ Carl Jung ~~

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Butterfly & herb garden, urban style….

Hajime…. During the early days on this blog, and, for that matter, for the entire time I’ve pursued this demon, finding the right words to open the festivities has been the most challenging piece of the puzzle. I found it is NOT easy to come up with something witty or interesting right out of the gate each day; it’s more like the intense anxiety and effort it takes to face the consequences of a bad decision. In short, not fun at all. But, I persevered, and managed to come up with some relatively effective techniques, if only because they got done.

Now, with more than a thousand posts under my belt over the six-plus years of writing & angsting over it, I find it no simpler a task than it’s ever been. Even if I merely relate the cause of my absence, it’s no less daunting in it’s sheer terror. But, as I have ever done, I persist, for some unknown, but, compelling reason. Perhaps, one fine day, I’ll come to understand why I keep trying; for now, I’ll merely be content to have completed my task, thus fulfilling my self-imposed duty, and taking what comfort from that I can. SIGH…. I am SUCH a Bozo….

But, since I claim to be a fairly rational Bozo, I’ll forgo any further attempt at coherency, because I can tell already, there isn’t a lot of that I can find today. Why? Don’t know, don’t care. Today, the way my mind is wandering about in fields of blank spaces, I know only this: if I don’t do it now, it won’t get done, & then I’ll feel incomplete all damn day. So, we’ll employ one of our most effective techniques for moving this along…. Yep, it’s old # 4, and it works like this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Trouble rather the tiger in his lair
than the sage amongst his books.
For to you Kingdoms and their armies
are things mighty and enduring,
but to him they are but toys of the moment,
to be overturned by the flicking of a finger.”

~~ Chinese proverb ~~

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Sammie Jay

Image from SammieJaymusic.com via Google Images

While cruising You Tube one day a month or so ago, I came across a video of this young singer, busking on the streets of London, where she resides. I was, quite simply, amazed at her vocal range and skills, and impressed with her musicianship, as she plays guitar and sings in a unique style. I could gush over her easily for a long time, but, will merely say, listen, and watch. You’ll see a modern incarnation of Terpsichore the Muse, alive, singing, playing, dancing and spreading happiness with each note…. Enjoy!….

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Blithely Untitled

A poem came to me today, willy, nilly,
along with a sharp blow to the head.
Since it left me feeling just a bit silly,
anything that rhymes should lessen the dread.

Manifesting destiny into a small, insidious group
we push on toward sanity, concentrating hard.
Full engaging moments spent navigating the loop
shall ever make a difference to victims found in the yard.

Still corpses of creatures, straight out of nightmare
fill up the corners of our tortured minds.
While ever saddened, the iconic male, most debonair,
gazes softly, ironically, at all the mutual interest he finds.

Moronic public statutes compel outbreaks of sanity,
responding to momentary impulses toward inducing peace.
Still, the motions get completed, in fertile stages of inanity
while the bulk of our inmates can find no surcease.

Reluctant motivation to continue is unbound,
striving to ascertain how far there yet remains to go.
No precognitive guesswork will make any less of a sound
to soften the final strains, or teach us to truly know.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/7/2014

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Naked Pearls

Way stations on the map of the Path…

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“How you do anything is how you do everything.”

~~ Zen proverb ~~

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“If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old.
You will just keep growing.”

~~ Gail Sheehy ~~

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“It is not the strongest of the species that survive,
nor the most intelligent,
but the one most responsive to change.”

~~ Charles Darwin ~~

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“Fill your bowl to the brim
and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife
and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security
and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people’s approval
and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.”

~~ Tao Te Ching ~~

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“And the time will come when you see we’re all one
and life goes on within you and without you.”

~~ George Harrison ~~

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“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

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“The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way.
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then?  I cannot say”.

~~ J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Lord of the Rings” series ~~

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There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Wait…. Don’t answer that; I’m not sure I’m ready to hear it. Let’s just call it a draw, and use the time saved to get on with the rest of today’s agenda, whatever it may entail. For me, it’s a day for dealing with capitalism, combined with a bit of housework. So be it. I hope your day works out well; I’m off to walk before the work begins. Be well, be happy as you may, and, for goodness’ sake, be strange…. You can believe I will….. See ya in a couple days, ffolkes….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


					

Pure, imported antedeluvian twaddle….

Ffolkes,

In between walkabouts today, I clicked on a suggested link, bringing me to this Pearl. I had such fun reading it, I’m re-blogging it, simply because I can, and because this one’s pretty good, even the poem, which I’ll be putting to music, I think, Anyway, see y’all soon, & enjoy this 3 year old mess….

gigoid, the dubious

😎

gigoid

Ffolkes,

“What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.”
 
~~ Dave Barry ~~7-31-2015 057

Old Rocks, New Secrets


Good morning…. Well, that’s what I heard, anyway. I don’t believe it, though; I’ve found, to my regret, that there are many times people lie to me about little things like that. I suppose it’s human to wish to spare others any pain we feel they may not deserve, but, what good does it do, when the pain comes as a surprise? None. So, leave me out of that particular delusion, if you please…. I’d rather be grumpy than all wet….

Hmph. Grumpy is right. Well, you would be, too, if you were up in a chair half the damn night, twitching and fuming. That is all the complaint you will hear, but, you may have to deal with the resultant smarm, which generally follows after such a state…

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Barking at unfamiliar toads….

Ffolkes,

Since I haven’t posted a fresh Pearl in seven days, I figure I should let y’all know I’m still alive; hence, another re-blog, as I still haven’t sat long enough to complete another one yet. The Big Blue Room continues to seduce me away from the computer more often than not these days, so, I can’t say offhand just when you’ll see a new mess. However, I can feel the craziness building, so, I CAN say it won’t be too long. Hopefully, by then, I’ll still have a Gentle Reader or two still dropping by to read. If not, well, too bad, so sad, my bad. I can’t feel too much angst about it, as I continue to find more strength & stamina within this tired old body, a felicitous happenstance, to be sure. But, there’s still a poem or two left in the old grey matter; I can feel it percolating now & then, so, eventually it will leak out onto the screen; perhaps there will still be a reader or two who appreciates it. Time, as it always does, will tell.

For now, it’s time again for a morning walkabout, in the post-rain dawn. I’ll be back, with a fully fresh Pearl, in a day, or perhaps two. I hope to see y’all then….

Be well, be happy as you may, & stay as strange as you can be….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Honor is the reward of virtue.”

~~ Cicero ~~

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Simple Beauty


Good morning…. I say that, not because it necessarily IS a good morning, but, rather, in the hope it will become true by the power of suggestion. It’s a social nicety to start the day with such ambiguity, which I suppose serves some sort of purpose, though, what it might be escapes me at the moment…. We humans do like to have a purpose; it gives us the illusion we’re in some sort of control of reality, when, in fact, nothing of the sort is true…. Perhaps it will be an indication of burgeoning maturity, should we ever learn to look at reality without our colored glasses….

Oh, well…. a little early for such depth….

Shall we Pearl?….

“The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs…

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She left the argyle socks again….

Ffolkes,

Though I didn’t get a fresh Pearl done, I did have a little time this morning before my first walkabout, time I spent cruising old Pearls for a suitable re-blog. What you find below is a good example of some of my best ranting; since I no longer do so, (much), I thought I’d include it for old-time’s sake. I’ll be back fairly soon, with a new poem & some more fine pearls for your perusal. For now, stay strange, & all will be well…. Well, eventually, anyway…. Take care, ffolkes….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
The difficulty I face today in creating this introductory section is to be able to choose from among the available subjects. The last couple of days has provided me with a plethora of material, thanks to the usual suspects; politics, taxes, corporate greed, and Murphy’s ubiquitous presence. Suffice it to say that the world has once again taken a dump on me, financially, and my immediate prospects of any travel to other parts of the world have disappeared from sight. Hell, with the way things have been left, I can’t afford to go downtown, much less overseas…. I’ll be lucky to have more than rice to eat the last week of this month, so Ireland is out of the picture, for the time-being….

Of course, the corporate mavens will say it’s my own fault, for not being able to pay what they are insisting I owe them. It matters…

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Howling the eternal ‘yes’….

Ffolkes,

“It takes two to speak the truth–one to speak and the other to hear.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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SF Skyline framed by the Richmond/San Rafael Bridge….

Hajime…. Since making the decision not to post regularly, the Big Blue Room has continued to draw my attention much more frequently than the events taking place in cyberspace. On Saturday, I attended a play in which my grandson played two small parts. I attended with both my kids, as well as my son’s daughter & step-sister. Such family events have been few and far between for me/us, but, the fact we now are able to get together on occasion brings me a lot of satisfaction, to say the least.

I’ve also spent a lot of time walking, putting in about five miles one day, without collapsing into exhaustion; this is also a new, rare feeling, one I welcome in lieu of the lack of physical ability I’ve ‘enjoyed’ for much too long. All in all, I have to say I’m enjoying my time back in Reality more than I thought would be the case, given the state of that frame of existence. Oh, there is plenty out there at which to rage; the continual reminders of homelessness in society, the lack of community feeling fostered by our divisive leaders, the rampant capitalism which most of society tends to ignore, in favor of chasing the shiny, insubstantial dreams offered for their distraction from how much they are being manipulated. Hell, just watching any major sport on TV can stimulate my ranting button, when I think of all the wasted time & money which could be put to use to aid those in need, rather than making the rich richer.

But, mostly, I have been enjoying the blue skies, the rain, the clouds, and the still-extant panorama of life on this planet, all of which helps me to connect with what is real, rather than what is due to humanity’s imagination, and their insistence on forcing reality into the shape they desire. In some way, all of what I now perceive is bringing me closer to clarity, in my thinking, and in my actions. Sadly, I still do not find very many people who can appreciate my thoughts about reality; most of the folks I meet out in the BBR are too focused on the shiny distractions of life, and completely miss the stuff going on that is actually real, and, in my view, much more important than ANYTHING they see on a TV, or their phone, or, on a computer. If I were still giving in to the urge to rant, I’d find no lack of issues about which to do so.

I suppose one could call all the above a paean to Life as I now see it; it seems more important to me to find clarity, and the realness of life, than to engage in any of the nonsensical pastimes society fosters upon us in its paroxysms of insanity. The leaders of this world’s political/religious oriented culture are, in my estimation, ALL verifiably insane…. sociopathic narcissists, mostly, though in certain cases, massive ignorance and bigotry mark them as just plain assholes, akin to what many would call ignorant rednecks. We’ve got one of those in this country, right in the White House; I guess that’s why all the 50 million other ignorant redneck assholes who reside here are in such a dither of entitlement, & busily spreading their particular brand of selfish bigotry as far & wide as they can…

Wow. I think I just spewed out a rant, didn’t I? Ah, well, old habits die hard, I guess. To make up for it, let’s go see what else I’ve thrown together for today’s offering, shall we? I think, given how easily all that vitriol spewed out, it would be a good idea, lest I fall right back into where I no longer wish to go. Instead, let’s make use of this old #4 I found lying here, & get on with the rest of today’s mess. It works just like this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Men do not quit playing because they grow old;
they grow old because they quit playing.”

~~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~~

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Each year, in November. the ffolkes who run the official Grateful Dead website dig into the extensive archives of live Dead concert recordings, to share a daily download of classic cuts by the iconic band. Some of the finest performances by the band, with any number of fan favorites, can be added to one’s personal collection. It’s a grand way to collect live music, from a band who played concerts every year on tour, for 50 years, and more. I’ve included two links; the first is to the home web site, the other is to one day’s offering, on which page you can obtain all the previous days’ downloads, for the entire month. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re not a Dead Head….

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Raging at Aging

As old as you feel, we are told, is old as you are,
custom assures such vision will carry us far.
Reality begs to differ, may it be so bold
it is really quite painful, and very, very cold.

The power and strength felt in our halcyon youth
desert us with age, yet another unwelcome truth.
Irony rules our time here on this bountiful earth
as we reflect the changes over time since our birth.

As physical powers fade from this fragile shell,
we learn our mind can serve us quite as well.
The strength that once filled our bones and hearts
is now applied by our will, to more arcane arts.

Life’s greatest gift is our freedom of choice
no matter how often we forget, we still get a voice.
Energy, or apathy, by our will we may choose,
failing to do so, our only way to lose.

Each of us lives in the grip of time and space,
always seeking our balance, our own chosen place.
One must accept reality, for it is true at the core,
all we can do, is all we can do, and nothing more.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/17/2012

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Further notes on Life at Large….

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31. Read between the lines.

~~ Instructions for life ~~

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“Is dishwater dull?
Naturalists with microscopes tell me
it teems with quiet fun.”

~~ G. K. Chesterton ~~

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“If ever I become entirely respectable
I shall be quite sure that I have outlived myself.”

~~ Eugene V. Debs ~~

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“I can handle reality in small doses,
but as a lifestyle it’s much too confining.”

~~ Lily Tomlin ~~

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“Youth, large, lusty, loving-
Youth full of grace, force, fascination.
Do you know that Old Age may come after you
with equal grace, force and fascination?”

~~ Walt Whitman ~~

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“Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me, and just be my friend.”

~~ Albert Camus ~~

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“The path is the way.
The way is the truth.
It is found, but not held
walked on, but not followed.”

~~ Tao Teh Ching ~~

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SIGH…. I have a cat who is insistent my time at the computer is done; she’s been lobbying for some attention for about 20 minutes now, while I finished ranting in the intro. She’s correct that it is now HER time, so, I’ll just end this here, and now, so I can go throw some paper for her to fetch. or kick her ball around so she can play soccer, which she apparently loves. As for me, & blogging, well, I’ll be back in a day or three, possibly with a new poem, which continues to leak slowly onto the screen. For now, be well, be happy. and for gosh’ sake. be strange. It may not seem like it, but, it really does help…. See ya, ffolkes….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


					

Not dead yet….

Ffolkes,

“We are not human beings on a spiritual journey.
We are spiritual beings on a human journey.”

~~ Stephen Covey ~~

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Fall colors on display….

Hajime…. As today’s title proclaims, I’m not dead yet. However. death’s presence in life touches us all, if only in a peripheral sense, every day, & I have been exploring some of the implications of that rather extensively in recent days, which may be construed as the primary reason for blowing off this blog for five straight days. For over six years, posting daily has been my habit; to forgo doing so for so long would, in the past, have created in me a very strong sense of angst-filled tension, for having repressed all I’ve been in the habit of expressing in these outbursts….

I find myself blithely unconcerned with such frailties, as I find, when I do come back into cyberspace, nothing has changed, other than the outer appearances of each site I visit, as determined by whatever fresh material I find. In short, it’s still there, still evolving, and not having any particularly REAL effect on what I know to be reality outside in the Big Blue Room. Yep. It’s all same same, just a different day….. Go figure. eh? Little did I know just how little my techniques for sanity-maintenance had any real effect on things, though I suppose the failure of my ranting to have any effect whatsoever  might just have been a rather pertinent clue. But, it remains true, and I’m finding that to be rather a facer. It’s hard to acknowledge our own foolishness, especially when we pursue it so long….

All that said, to little constructive purpose, I’ll merely say this; I’m back, but, not for long. The real world is still providing me with more interesting stuff to deal with than is cyberspace; probably has something to do with my own ability to access the BBR, a pursuit precluded for the past six or seven years by my own physical ailments. Those physical restrictions imposed on me by the aging process have been mitigated, to some extent, and continue to make it easier for me to do more, for longer periods, without having to spend an inordinate time recovering enough to continue doing so. In short, I’m getting stronger, and it’s more fun in real-time and real space. What’s more fun, you ask? Everything.

My only regret is having lost contact with so many of the fine people I’ve met here in cyberspace, because I haven’t been visiting sites or commenting much, at all, mostly because I’m just not here. In the past five days, 99% of the time I spend on the computer is just turning on more music, or looking up a query on Google. Even a new, more interesting Facebook page hasn’t tempted me out of reality very much. But. then FB is, for the most part, a wasteland when it comes to rational thinking. Of course, that’s a direct manifestation of the lack of rationality in our society, I’d say, & is not amenable to change. The bell curve defines our culture, as it always has, and that isn’t subject to alteration without altering the nature of humanity…. Good luck with that….

I guess that’s all for now; I can’t think of anything more to add, except to note I won’t be posting daily any more. For any Gentle Readers who might wish to contact me in between posts (probably every three to five days, depending on the ‘whether’….. that’s whether or not I feel like it, or have something to say), my email is in the profile on the right side of my home page; anyone with a query or comment is welcome to use it…. For now, let’s get this mess posted. so I can go walkabout in the rain…. As a former resident of the state of Washington, I do love walking in the rain….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?”

~~ Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass” ~~

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Grace VanderWaal

Grace Vanderwaal

Image from Austin City Limits, via Google Images

In 2016, at the age of 12, this young artist burst onto the music scene in the USA, by winning the America’s Got Talent contest, playing original songs she wrote, singing them in a clear, distinctive voice, and connecting to every person who listened by the insight displayed in her lyrics. She played all original songs during the show, and, since winning, has pursued her musical dreams with single-minded sheer talent. She recently released her first album, which, by what I’ve heard, will be well worth a listen, with all new, original material.

I’ve included her performances on AGT, in the first video embedded. I’ve also included a more recent live concert, at the Austin City Limits stage, in October of this year. What you need to remember is, she is now still only 13 years old; to hear her songs, her voice, and her stage presence one would believe she is much older, for her talent has continued to blossom & grow…. One of the judges predicted she would become the next Taylor Swift, and he may just be correct in that assessment…. Enjoy, ffolkes; you’ll be hearing this artist for many years to come….

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Grace Vanderwaal

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Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/2/2016

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Naked Pearls

Reference points….

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“I was gratified to be able to answer promptly.
I said, “I don’t know.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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“If you would attain to what you are not yet,
you must always be displeased by what you are.
For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained.
Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing.”

~~ Saint Augustine ~~

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“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran, “The Prophet” ~~

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“A man who carries a cat by the tail
is getting experience that will always be helpful.
He isn’t likely to grow dim or doubtful.
Chances are, he isn’t likely to carry the cat that way again, either.
But if he wants to, I say let him!”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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“Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?”

~~ Plato ~~

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“If you get confused, listen to the music play.”

~~ Robert Hunter ~~

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“I exist as I am, that is enough.”

~~ Walt Whitman ~~

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Well, I made it to the closing section; fancy that! I’ll forgo any further blather, & just wish you all a wonderful day. I’ll be back; when that will be isn’t clear. but, will happen soon enough. Y’all be well, & be strange. Both are choices, & I can attest, both are better than the alternatives. See ya, ffolkes….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….