Monthly Archives: February 2012

The gryphons gather daily at dusk….

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Ffolkes,
Double trouble this morning; neither creativity nor imagination has accompanied me to the computer, and no matter how crossly I curse at them, they are refusing to get out of bed yet. One would think they had some kind of monopoly or something; it’s not like I don’t operate fairly well without them. But they’ve been reading their own reviews lately, and their hats have shrunk a bit, so they think they’re entitled to put on the diva act now & again, to prove some kind of childish point. Hmph! As if they had the hammer here….they will see, soon enough, what it’s like to be unemployed altogether; there are plenty of external sources I can tap for awhile, until they come to their senses. I’ll bet they’ll be here, crying to go back to work, within the week….. any takers?…..
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“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” — Arthur C. Clarke (1917-) — Profiles of the Future (1962; rev. 1973) — “Hazards of Prophecy: The Failure of Imagination” — Clarke’s Third Law

I would be very, very surprised if there are not several military, intelligence, and governmental agencies who are paying very close attention to the latest developments in nano-technology. A number of questions, in my mind at least, were answered regarding its imminence as a well established game-changer over the next 20 years, when I read that a power supply issue was solved, among others. This relatively new field raises so many possibilities for entirely new processes, smaller, more powerful computers the size of a period at the end of a sentence, and bio-technical miracles, such as nanobots the size of bacterial cells, that find and destroy cancer cells faster than they can grow, by altering their very DNA, or whatever is the method of choice at the time.

The military implications are disturbingly endless; even I, with little technical expertise in the subject, beyond the moderate amount I’ve studied informally, can easily think of three or four practically unstoppable weapons of mass destruction utilizing this technology. Think about what a mad scientist could do, and almost certainly is doing with this sort of limitless technical promise! The possibility exists that nanobots, complete with programmed abilities to learn, and able to reproduce themselves, without limits other than their basic programmed purpose, small enough to be deployed in an aerosol spray, are being earnestly sought after by generals, admirals, and spooks, because of their possible application to the art of war.

For example, a nanobot could be inserted into a polluted river, and clean the toxins and filth from the system within whatever parameters would most enhance the return of the river’s natural ecosystem. Conversely, the bots could be programmed to poison an entire watershed, rendering it undrinkable, or actually toxic. And that is only one of the more basic forms the technology could assume; another would be to combine nano-technology and stem cell research results to create armies of superhuman warriors.  It’s far too powerful a tool for the military to resist. Probably why they are most likely the biggest clandestine financiers of this radically new technology; I’d bet the house on it……or at least ‘a’ house. Doesn’t have to be mine, just cover my play, and I’ll pay you back when I win….

“It isn’t paranoia, if they are actually out to get you.” — Anonymous, that great Greek philosopher.
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Warm eyes, wet lips
Gently touch my finger tips

Soft sighs, silky hair
Longing for me to touch her there

Her begging eyes
Her whimpering cries

Urgent needs of one so sweet
Bring me quickly to my feet

The night is warm, there is no doubt
It’s my turn to take the dog out.

There was no attribution listed for this little piece, which is a shame, because I’d be willing to read more from the author. What a great little turn-around at the last line!…. I’m a sucker for unabashed whimsy….. actually, I just realized that it sounds very like something Ogden Nash might have penned during one of his numerous demonstrations of his unquenchable sense of humor. That, or a moderately talented copy-cat of his style…. regardless, it’s a welcome addition to today’s lineup of esoterica…..
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“I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races – that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of negroes (sic), nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality.”  — Abraham Lincoln, Fourth Lincoln-Douglas Debate, September 18, 1858

This is very interesting, and not in a good way; if authentic, it seems that Abe was not above the typical habit of many political strategists, of lying to the public, or at minimum stretching the truth in order to secure votes. Either history has painted a very inaccurate picture of his character, or he underwent a complete reversal of his opinions in two years; the Civil War began in 1860. Reading this gave me a chill; it is completely contrary to everything that school children are taught about him. It makes me wonder, and wonder very strongly, about what else historians have edited out of the books used to teach the subject. How much of what we know is really true?

We really haven’t much recourse to correct the issue; any overt evidence of the crime was destroyed long ago, and the folks responsible are long dead. I’ll tell you what, though…. it certainly makes me less trusting of what I will read from now on; my trust in the integrity of historians as a group is pretty well compromised by this knowledge. I don’t like the idea of lying to suit an agenda, no matter how well-intentioned the lie…. and I certainly don’t want my kids to base their own world-view based on lies, as is now seen to be the case. Downright pissed I now am; reduced to Yoda speech-mode I now am ….. great….. damn those bloody fools anyway!
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“An Animal that knows who it is, one that has a sense of his own identity, is a discontented creature, doomed to create new problems for himself for the duration of his stay on this planet.  Since neither the mouse nor the chimp knows what it is, he is spared all the vexing problems that follow this discovery.  But as soon as the human animal who asked himself this question emerged, he plunged himself and his descendants into an eternity of doubt and brooding, speculation and truth-seeking that has goaded him through the centuries as relentlessly as hunger or sexual longing. 

The chimp that does not know that he exists is not driven to discover his origins and is spared the tragic necessity of contemplating his own end.  And even if the animal experimenters succeed in teaching a chimp to count one hundred bananas or to play chess, the chimp will develop no science and he will exhibit no appreciation of beauty, for the greatest part of man’s wisdom may be traced back to the eternal questions of beginnings and endings, the quest to give meaning to his existence, to life itself.” — Selma Fraiberg, _The Magic Years_, pg. 193

If Ms. Fraiberg is correct, and she presents a strong argument, then we humans are some of the Universe’s most perverse creatures. Her argument, presented in a logical, structured, and thorough fashion is evidence of the very characteristics she describes, providing solid evidence of the truth of her proposition. It is an enjoyable feeling to encounter such a clear expression of what it means to be human, and offers a sense of pride for possessing such a marvelously unique quality, even if it is completely undeserved.

Why, after all, should we be proud? It’s not as if we had a choice in our birth as a human; no act of our own brought us to this plenum. But, that sense of entitlement seems to come naturally to some folks, probably because their own actions and existence haven’t produced anything that would justify their pride. I guess being able to imagine pride, and to count without resorting to toes as well as fingers doesn’t necessarily mean answers to deep questions will be either sought after or found. Or perhaps it would be better to say, some folks just see deeper into the universe, and into themselves, than others…..

“I personally think we developed language because of a deep inner need to complain.” — Jane Wagner
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The spirit of man communes with Heaven; the omnipotence of Heaven resides in man. Is the distance between Heaven and man very great?”  — Hung Tzu-ch’eng (1593-1665)

This is one of those questions to which Ms. Fraiberg refers above, and a good example of the genre. When I stop listening to all the distracting side comments made by that part of me that is not engaged in the actual process of writing, and think about only this concept, I find myself falling deeper and deeper into shades and depths of meaning that are revealed, as one thought follows another down the path toward illumination. I can’t tell you the answer I get; it wouldn’t mean anything to you. But, follow the chain of reasoning yourself, and become acquainted with a part of your own self you may never have met…..
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I can’t believe I wrote that whole thing. But, I feel better for having purged it from my head; I can use all the random access memory I can get. Time for me to turn my wits to the coming day here in Paradise…. Y’all take care out there….

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

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

Waffles are an anomaly of nature….

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Ffolkes,
Zounds! What a difference 8 hours of good sleep can make! I’ll have to be careful not to move too fast & hurt myself; I’m not accustomed to having this much energy in the morning, nor such a cheery frame of mind. (It’s not affecting my typing, though….took way to long to get through that sentence, due to finger errors….) I suppose we can’t have everything….at least not all at once. That’s fine, I’m happy with how things are, so we’ll get a good start on another fine day in Paradise……. that’s where I live; how about you?……
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“The great question that has never been answered and which I have not yet been able to answer despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul is: WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT?” — Sigmund Freud (1856-1939)

Siggie asks himself the question that crosses every man’s mind at one time or another as we go through life. In a way, I’m guessing the nature of a woman was designed that way, to keep men from taking them for granted by familiarity. As it is, familiarity is a moot point; no matter how well a man knows a woman, she will always say and do things that will surprise him, and not always in a good way. My own marriage, for example, had some rather rocky moments, due in part to the habit my wife had: she assumed that I could read her mind. I tried assuring her that I could not, in truth, do so, but it didn’t seem to matter, for she would get angry anyway. SIGH….


Actually, this female characteristic, in one respect, proves the truth of axiom #2 of Peruaosophy, which states, “The Nature of the Universe is Change. Unpredictable, innovative transformation of Reality is the Norm. If you have a problem with this, you are in for a rough ride in Life.”  Thus we see that the nature of a woman is merely a reflection of reality, that part that is always new and different. And if you don’t like it, well, that’s just too, too bad, because that aspect of the situation is not going to change; men will never fully understand women. As long as men can accept that, without needing to understand, then their lives will be much happier, if not more serene……they (men) just need to remember axiom #5, which says, “Girls think differently. So do boys. Don’t fight it.”……
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“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds.  A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.” — Clive James

I like that…..”is just common sense, dancing.” What a wonderful image, full of mirth and bottom line truth.  A great many of the world’s problems come from people who have either no common sense, don’t know how to dance, or have no sense of humor. And that’s just a shame, especially when those folks try to make everyone else conform to their perverted notion of reality. I don’t know why, but they always seem to be the same folks who can’t tolerate….anything different.

Their own lives, which they have submitted to control by dogma, are so blighted and dim, they cannot stand it when other people seem to be having a good time. So, their reaction is to label it “impious”, “blasphemous”, or even “evil”, never realizing their own set of blinders has narrowed their vision to the point they cannot see past the end of their nose. (hmmm….I never really understood, until this very moment, what that little expression meant; now it makes perfect sense…) It’s their loss, obviously, because I don’t think the rest of us are going to give up either common sense or our sense of humor in order to make our lives more palatable for them. I know for sure that I won’t……
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Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo.
Constant dripping wears the stone.

Here is a principle of nature that is often forgotten, or overlooked, by folks as they travel through life, creating chaos and scaring the horses. We all have encountered the idea; it’s not original to me, by any means. Everyone can envision the concept, for we were all taught that this process is what created the Grand Canyon, over the course of several million years. What most folks never consider is that this concept can be a useful tool in many of the tasks we take on in our daily lives.


The principle is also illustrated by the fable of the tortoise and the hare, one with which far more people are familiar. The slow, patient, consistent progress of the tortoise is the water; the hare’s sense of entitlement and belief in his superiority is the stone mountain. Looking at it from that standpoint will probably be simpler for most folks to understand; the point is made with humor, rather than merely a dry statement of fact. Just goes to show, you can always get through to people more quickly by couching one’s message in a humorous cloak; it’s much easier for them to add the idea to their own reality, as a tool they can use in a myriad of situations…. and feel better about it, to boot…..
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Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
— Marichiko

This is a beautiful poem. It speaks to me in words of great simplicity and power, and describes perfectly the sense of obsession and desire that fills the breast of those in love. As a matter of fact, I’d be confident in saying that if one does not experience this feeling, then one is not really in love at all. If one is able to control one’s feelings, to remain cool in the presence of their object of affection, then they have not fully given themselves over to the experience, and cannot feel the sense of desperate need to be near the one who is loved, to do all one can do to make them happy.

The best definition of love I’ve seen states, “Love is that state where the happiness of another is essential to your own.” –Robert Heinlein  Nothing more really needs to be added……except to advise all those who love to enjoy it while it lasts. Another fine author, Tom Robbins, has noted the anomaly of loving that encompasses the risk we take when we fall, when he asked, “It’s easy to fall in love, but, how do you make love stay?”  All to often, it doesn’t, especially in today’s culture, where societal pressures make it very hard to maintain the closeness of spirit needed to nourish love; it’s too easy to get a divorce and start over, so many don’t make the effort. If only they knew what they were missing….
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“Regrets and complaints about relations are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men’s characters and tempers; for he who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but for someone with the opposite deposition, youth and old age are equally a burden.” — Plato,_The Republic_, Book 1

I don’t always agree with Plato; though a brilliant philosopher, he tended to be somewhat concrete, with a tendency to become pedantic as well. But this quote gives an indication of the depth of his understanding; it is a very perceptive look at human nature, and the importance of Attitude. One’s Attitude can determine whether the course of life is a long, winding, well-maintained road, or an unending series of travails over rough mountain wilderness.

An attitude of calm acceptance of the vicissitudes of life is also instrumental in determining how successful the individual will be at dealing with difficulty, for it allows a greater freedom of thought, being untroubled by the fear and distractions so prevalent in those who do not have this characteristic.


I suppose one could say that a cheerful mien thus becomes a very real advantage in life, helping us to be more successful, more content with our lot, and happier than what is possible for those who do not possess it.  What is not understood well enough by those unfortunates is the fact that our Attitude is completely a personal choice; it is one of the few parts of reality that we may actually change ourselves.

We have the power to make our lives what we will, but, those who cannot choose the path of acceptance lose the serenity of spirit that comes along with using that power, and spend their days wondering where they have gone wrong……
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The deer would not go away and was diligent in his efforts, mounting the  statue time after time. Finally, exhausted, the deer left, slowly and with  deliberation. The buck was spent, but the doe was saved! (Oh, here I am, doing THAT again, sorry, sorry, really, terribly.)

Sorry, just had to get that out of my system; it’s been bugging me for days to be included in here, and I’m tired of putting it off. Don’t worry, it won’t have any lasting effect; puns are very low-calorie humor.

So much for another morning…. I wonder what the universe has in store for me today. I hope it includes money falling into my lap. I’m in dire need of some groceries to get through the remainder of the month. Ah me, such is life, n’est pas? If it’s not one damn thing, it’s another…. meantime, y’all take care out there…..

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

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

The laughter of the gods is bitter….

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Ffolkes,
Yes, I can feel it…..the gods are laughing at us, and it is bitter indeed. We fight, we learn, we struggle to live well, and in the end, Time kill us all. It can be a hard row to hoe, most of the time, with short periods of intense joy. The cost is high, and the rewards are few, but choice. And in the end, we are all the same…..dinner for the worms.
I know exactly why I am sitting here with tears rolling down my face; it’s private and personal, so I won’t share it. But, once again, mortality has reared its ugly head to remind me that the time we have is ephemeral, and destined to end. The only redeeming factor I am aware of right now is the need in me to live well, with honor, and with dignity. In the end, that is all we have; if we have been loved, then it all seems worthwhile….. living without it must be the loneliest existence I can imagine….

“Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.” — Euripides, Orestes (408 BC)
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“If you can see a thing whole… it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives…But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful a life is, is to see it from the vantage point of death.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, Dispossessed

It’s funny how when I am thinking about a certain idea or event, quotes on that subject seem to throw themselves in front of me. This one, from one of my favorite authors, from perhaps her best book, is completely apropos, and offers a good piece of advice. Often we forget to look around us to see the beauty in everything; our heads are usually spinning too fast from dealing with life today. So it is good once in a while to step back, and get a look at the bigger picture, in order to regain the proper perspective. When we forget to do this, we become rather surly creatures, always barking and snapping at people who are only trying to help. Getting back in touch with the beauty there is in living well becomes a welcome change….
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The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
— Omar Khayyam (died c.1133) — Rubaiyat, Stanza lxxi

What I said above is still operating; I must be subconsciously directing my software to give me what I need….. that’s some deep magic! Whenever I read this gem from Omar Khayyam, I am reminded of a quote by a woman, little known to many, who was most likely the greatest woman athlete of her time, possibly of the entire 20th century; her name was Babe Didrickson Zaharias.

From Wikepedia: “Didrikson gained world fame in track and field and All-American status in basketball. She played organized baseball and softball and was an expert diver, roller-skater and bowler. She won two gold medals and one silver medal for track and field in the 1932 Los Angeles Olympics.”Any who…..the quote, which I must admit to paraphrasing, as I couldn’t find it online in my hasty search, goes thus: “After you have hit the ball toward the cup, there’s no bringing it back….”

And that’s the truth…..so deal with it…..
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— How many Reaganists does it take to change a light bulb?

Ten: One to deny that the bulb is burned out, one to clarify the denial (“The bulb is really just dim”), one to blame the bulb burning out on the Carter administration, one to blame the bulb burning out on Congress, one to ask for a Constitutional amendment that will prohibit bulbs from burning out, one to replace the bulb with a kerosene lamp, one to borrow money from the Japanese to pay for the kerosene, one former Reaganist to lobby his old colleagues for a special favour for the kerosene importer, one to cash the cheque for investing in the kerosene importer, one to send the bill to the next generation.

I’m in the dark as to who created this, although I know he/she was most likely British; note the spelling of ‘favor’, and ‘check’. But, regardless of its origin, it is perfect, as far as I can tell, and it saves me a lot of time having to go through the entire litany of his crimes against nature and his fellow man. In my opinion, Ronnie was a fascist war-monger, who didn’t give a rat’s ass for anyone else, especially if they weren’t white, Christian, and preferably from Orange County, or Hollywood.

His entire political career, to me, is a perfect demonstration of how the general public doesn’t want to hear the truth; they would rather hear lies that make them feel good about themselves, delivered by a charming, handsome, trustworthy ACTOR!  A bad actor, too; I’ve seen some of his movies; he, and you may quote me, well, he stunk. His acting had the emotional range of a teaspoon, and his features resemble a wooden board; hard and static. It isn’t surprising to me that his most successful film was the one where his co-star was a chimpanzee, who had way more acting chops than Ronnie did.


The saddest part is that those folks are still out there. Why, just a few years ago, here in California, they all got together and forced a recall of the governor (wholly unjustified, I might add; he got caught trying to balance the budget), electing in his place one of Ron’s admirers, another actor, known far and wide now as “The Governator”, Arnie the Austrian import. Courtesy of this brand of ignorance, the California economy is still attempting to regain its balance after 5 additional years or so of inept Republican Reaganomics. I’ll tell ya…..sometimes I despair for the human race……

“I don’t believe a tree is a tree, and if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.” — Ronald Reagan, Sacramento Bee, 9/14/66 (huh? what does that mean?)

“I’ve never killed a man, but I’ve read many obituaries with great pleasure.” — Clarence Darrow (1857-1938)  Hear, hear!
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright          What the hammer?  What the chain?
In the forests of the night,          In what furnace was thy brain?
What immortal hand or eye             What the anvil?  What dread grasp
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?      Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

In what distant deeps or skies        When the stars threw down their spears,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?         And water’d heaven with their tears,
On what wings dare he aspire?         Dare he laugh his work to see?
What the hand dare seize the fire?    Dare he who made the lamb make thee?

And what shoulder & what art,         Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
Could twist the sinews of they heart? In the forests of the night,
And when thy heart began to beat      What immortal hand or eye,
What dread hand & what dread feet?    Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

— William H. Blake (1757-1827), “The Tyger”

What could I possibly add to this?  It’s incredible. Three poems in one, all excellent…. enjoy!….
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“It’s OBVIOUS..  The FURS never reached ISTANBUL..  You were  an EXTRA in the REMAKE of “TOPKAPI”..  Go home to your  WIFE..  She’s making FRENCH TOAST!” — Zippy the Pinhead

Ahhh….datsa nice! Sometimes Zippy is the perfect antidote to imminent depression; just reading one of his quotes is like a wild roller coaster ride through the outskirts of insanity, but better, since you can’t fall out of the car. Like coming home to an orgy. Or driving your car with your James Dean on….. it just feels good. And what could be a better recommendation? It’s good to engage in nonsense once in a while; it makes it easier to keep track of Reality, which, if left to its own devices, becomes dark and dreary. Better to spew now and again……
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I’m almost afraid to go back over this one; it might bite. But, it’s done for another day, so we’ll let if fly, along with the trained pigs I have in the barn…. Y’all take care out there…..

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

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

Curses so foul, Satan blushed….

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Ffolkes,
When I started to write this morning, something held me back. Whatever it is, it still seems to be operating, as what I had intended to write here is gone, pffft, no idea what it was. But that’s life I suppose, so here I am again, passing time on the keyboard, hitting random letters and hoping it comes out readable.

Oh, I remember….  I was going to begin today with another flight of fancy, but all I could find were flights of dreary. Nobody likes dreary, especially in the morning. But, then I remembered that, although I write this each morning, that doesn’t necessarily mean it will be read in the morning, so that’s a moot point. Nonetheless, it’s still morning for me, so I’ll have to at least acknowledge such limitations, if not observe them literally. And if anyone can tell me what I’ve just said in the last few sentences, I’d be happy to know…..I’m lost, so I’m getting out of here and going on…..
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My old dog, Noah, passed away last November, at the age of 17. He was a boon companion to my family for his entire life, minus the approximately 10 months he had lived when we found him at the shelter, and took him home. He was unfailingly polite, discrete, brave, loyal, loving, and always eager to please. He helped me learn a lot of life lessons over the years, as well as teaching my kids about how to live with honor. Just thinking about him is getting me all emotional; tears are flowing as I type. So I’ll just get on to the point(s) of this section; herein you will find…. —

Things We Can Learn from a Dog

1. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
2. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
3. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
4. When it’s in your best interest, always practice obedience.
5. Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
6. Take naps and always stretch before rising.
7. Run, romp, and play daily.
8. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
9. Be loyal.
10. Never pretend to be something you’re not.
11. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
12. When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
13. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
14. Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
15. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
16. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
17. When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
18. No matter how often you are criticized, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends.
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Existing order thrives upon ignorance and lies. Objective truth and individual reason are feared above all.–Anonymous

This Anonymous guy is pretty smart; I see his quotes everywhere, and they are always right on the mark. But, curiosity aside, lets discuss politics (I know, it’s a bit early in the day, but hey, I’m up, and don’t have anything else to do…..)

I think that the state of society and politics in this country has reached a condition that might accurately be called “just desserts”. We, the voting public, have, for many years now, continued to elect people who lie to us on a consistent basis, and whose actions as governors are based not on altruism, but rather on their own personal or political agendas. And it’s not as if we didn’t know it; every day there is a new article on the web, or on TV news, that more evidence has been unearthed that proves just how far the lying has progressed.

At this moment in time, there are three Republican politicians leading the race for the party’s nomination for President at the next general election in November. One is a career politician, a serial adulterer, and a man so contemptuous of the voting public that he doesn’t even try to hide either his immoral personal acts, or the lies he tells in public. The second is an ex-state-governor who has become very wealthy by taking advantage of not only his elected positions, but the loopholes in the tax laws that already favor the rich, in order to make his wealth grow. He is so out of touch with the common man that he doesn’t see anything wrong in how he has accumulated his gelt. In addition, his public statements contradict each other on a regular basis, as he changes the tenor of his lies to suit the audience he is currently addressing. The third possible candidate is so far out on the right of the political scale that he can’t even see the center. He has tried so hard to court the votes of the far right that he makes statements that have no basis in reality. All three of them have demonstrated the attitude that, if elected, we may as well kiss the Constitution goodbye, for they intend to remake America in their own image.

It seems pretty clear that none of them have a snowball’s chance on the equator at noon of being elected to the office; there aren’t enough people that far to the right, and the candidate wanna be’s are scaring even their own party’s moderates sufficiently that a lot will abstain from voting, just so they don’t waste it on pretty bad odds. But, it doesn’t really matter much anyway, as no politician exists who really has any idea of what concerns the man in the street.

Of course, the man on the street is too busy staying alive to really have a good grasp on what would be needed to make positive changes; the system is set up that way. The saddest part of this mess is that we, the voting public, have forgotten that we have the power to make change happen, if only we would vote accordingly. But we don’t. We continue to buy into the lying bullshit the beloved ruling class spews, and trundle our way into the voting booths, just as if it mattered..

If voting actually changed anything it’d be made illegal. — Anonymous (yep, him again…)

“Life is full of surprises when you’re up th’ stream of consciousness without a paddle…” — Zippy the Pinhead
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“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”– Oscar Wilde

You’ve gotta love Oscar….but if not, it’s okay, because I do. He lived his life exactly as he chose, and let the chips fall where they would. He was so true to his own nature that the rest of society became so resentful, they sent him to prison, for “corrupting the young”. Being of a delicate nature, his time in prison took its toll on his health, and he died relatively soon after being released, penniless, but not alone. Not alone, for he was charming, and such people attract others like light attracts a moth. I would give almost anything short of my honor to hear what he would say about today’s culture; it would, no doubt be memorable. Alas, that will never be, but it is a nice little fantasy, is it not?…..Hopefully a charming one, not tedious…
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You ‘d scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don’t view me with a critic’s eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
— David Everett (1769-1813) — Lines written for a School Declamation

No comments needed here; just plain good stuff…..
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“I quite agree with you,” said the Duchess; “and the moral of that is –`Be what you would seem to be’ — or, if you’d like it put more simply –`Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.'” — Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland

This is wonderfully nonsensical; it reminds me a bit of a speech I heard a few years ago by some politician (I’ve forgotten the name, thankfully…). I would imagine that speech-writers for political hacks take a special course in college to learn how to talk this way; it only makes sense. Of course, the class would probably not count as credit toward graduation, since it has no basis in reality. This is what we call, “higher education”, and ensures that the status quo will be maintained…… no matter who is elected…..
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Well, that was exhausting! Having to put this much effort into one day’s output is disconcerting, to say the least. But, I made it through to the end once more; I’ll decide later whether it was worth the effort. But, don’t let my problems get you down; you go on & have a grand day altogether…. I’ll just clean up the mess I’ve made, and go take a nap. All will be well…. Y’all take care out there…..

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

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

Dramatic scenes of pomp and circumstance….

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Ffolkes,
I’ve been sitting here, staring at the screen, waiting for inspiration; it seems to have taken a wrong turn somewhere, and no random ideas are floating around in my own head that would be worth writing about. Thus I have turned to the old trick of just putting down thought processes and ideas that are at the forefront of my consciousness. Sometimes, in the middle of this type of elocution, an idea will strike, and suggest a direction to take. Other times, like so far today, my mind becomes a vast, empty plain, with a hint of shiny sparkle way off in the distance. That sparkle is my inspiration. I can see now that the vast, empty plain is all around me, and inspiration is not going to come any closer this morning. Such a pity…I had high hopes when I rolled out of bed; hopes for a brilliant opening statement, that would set a high mark for the rest of the pearl to match. But, it is not to be, and such is Life. I suppose unpredictability is normal, so there isn’t much I can say about it other than….. let’s  boogie…
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“The axioms of reason are non-demonstrable assumptions. Why should faith not be granted the same privilege? The denial of the truths of faith is, in the last analysis, no less a faith than faith itself, for it rests on personal assumptions which are apart from scientific necessity. In other words, as the truth of reason carries its own evidence, so also with faith. To the mind to whom the axioms of reason are not self-evident, they cannot be proven. So also in the case of faith: for the mind that is not enlightened by faith, the evidence of faith is ridiculous. But for the man whose eyes have been enlightened by the Spirit, faith has its proper evidence, though different from that of reason.” — Paul K. Jewett, Emil Brunner’s Concept of Revelation

I swear, this is the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever seen in one pile. Yet it can serve as a lesson, in how logic can be perverted to support the most ridiculous concepts. The author makes several assumptions that are just not true, starting with the first sentence, and, reasoning from that point comes eventually to rest on a conclusion that has no demonstrable place in Reality. He maintains that the assumptions of reason cannot be proved; this is a false assumption.


Reason does not adopt any assumption until evidence has been gathered in sufficient quantity to demonstrate proof; only then will reason use that assumption as fact, which may then be used to reason further. Faith is based entirely on assumptions that have no demonstrable evidence of proof; as such, they must forever remain assumptions, and may never be used to reason any further, for any conclusions based on false assumptions can only be false.


This is an immutable law of reality; there is no possible argument, as it is demonstrated time and time again, as people who can’t understand or deal with reality in its natural state continually come up with nonsensical reasons to disregard reality in favor of faith. The results are predictably unfortunate, both for those who rely on such faulty reasoning, and for the rest of us who must suffer their proselytizing……

“If we really understand the problem, the answer will come out of it, because the answer is not separate from the problem.” — Krishnamurti

“One of the most frightening things in the Western world, and in this country in particular, is the number of people who believe in things that are scientifically false.  If someone tells me that the earth is less than 10,000 years old, in my opinion he should see a psychiatrist.” — Francis H.C. Crick
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“The man who carries a cat by the tail learns something that can be learned in  no other way.’ — Mark Twain

I love this quotation. Mr. Clemens must have edited it to some degree as his career progressed, because I have also seen it quoted this way:

“The man who carries a cat by the tail leans a valuable lesson; he will never be dim, or doubtful. Chances are he won’t carry the cat that way again. But, if he wants to,  I say, let him!”

I think its much more powerful in the latter format; much funnier too. Since I haven’t really researched the etymology of the quote, I can’t say whether it is all Twain’s, or if some editor had him change it, or even whether it is truly his work. In my opinion, none of that really matters; it’s just too good as it is to fuss around trying to over-analyze. Just think about it (using the second incarnation from above) and enjoy……
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“Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.” — T. S. Eliot

Now, that’s something you don’t hear every day…… but then, T. S. made a habit of saying things no one had ever heard before. One of the surest ways to recognize genius is rooted in that very idea; genius makes a habit of exploring unknown territories of the mind. The paths of reasoning that they follow, which may be intuitive as well as rational, are generally paths of which the rest of us are not even aware. Or, if they follow a well-known path, they find that it goes much further than had been previously known.


All of us have a touch of this within us; I’m sure everyone has moments of lucidity and revelation that approach this kind of mental acuity. We just don’t live there, whereas the genius spends his entire waking life seeing things that others cannot. It can be a bit disheartening to the rest of us, when we see how simple and clear are the things that they come up with, but we always get over it, and benefit from their progressive thinking. Now, if we could only figure out how to get everyone else into the same boat, we might be able to figure out how to keep from killing ourselves off…..
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Beware of that person who is slow to anger. For when it is long in coming,  it stays longer and is warmer and dies not so easily. Abused patience is a  very strong fuel for a fire not easily put out by any known means.

I like this, probably because it reflects pretty well how I feel every day as I read the latest shenanigans of our beloved ruling class. They don’t seem to be aware of this truism, or they would be more careful, because I doubt that I’m the only person in society who feels this way. The pervading sense of entitlement so entrenched in modern society is blinding those in charge to the effects of what they are doing on the people over whom they hold sway.

The natives are getting more restless as time goes by, and eventually that pot is going to blow the lid off and spill all over the cooks. Being an impatient sort, I hope it happens fairly soon; I’m tired of clenching my jaw so hard. Perhaps this is why I am writing so much; I’m trying to stoke the fire…. and getting more pissed each day….. the beloved ruling class is going to have a hell of a time putting this fire out…..
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How dieth the wise man? As the fool.

Here is one that I think we all tend to forget, or possibly deny. It’s a hard thing to accept that death is not like life; we are accustomed to at least some degree of favoritism according to our own particular sense of entitlement. It must be a very disturbing thing for those who are very devout in their religion to consider that even the most miserable sinner, and the most repugnant pagan, have the same consideration given them by death as it does to themselves. Death comes to all, the wise, the fool, and the believer….. the ultimate democrat….


This may be, now that I think of it, the major reason for creating the concept of Heaven and Hell; the clergy needed some method to control and manipulate their followers. Giving them reasons to justify their sense of entitlement works very well; it sets up a dichotomy of purpose very powerfully, so that the believers all know that even when they die, they will receive favorable treatment from St. Peter. To me it is a particularly sad existence, to believe that one is better or worse than anyone else, when so much of reality proves it to be a false belief….. only the weak of spirit need that kind of crutch…….
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It was a hard-fought battle, but I managed to stuff the genie back in the bottle, at least temporarily. It shouldn’t give me any more trouble until tomorrow morning. I’m a little scared of going back over today’s missive to proof and edit; what I find, in the state of mind I’m in, could get thrown out entirely, necessitating a fresh start. Oh well, may as well get started….. meanwhile, y’all take care out there…..

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

gigoid

Kowabunga!

Let them eat (chocolate) cake….

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Ffolkes,
I have been informed by a reliable source that today is Valentine’s Day. Bah, humbug! Just another made up holiday to keep the shopkeepers and chocolate sellers happy. Excuse me? You mean, you didn’t know? Oh, well, okay…..During the depression, I believe, was when the beloved ruling class, tired of hearing all the complaints from the sycophants that the depression was ruining their businesses during certain months of the year (those with no holidays in them), decided, “Hey! We’ll create some holidays! It will give the unwashed masses something to focus on besides how hungry they are, and give the shopkeepers some custom selling holiday-related items, so they’ll stop complaining. Let’s start with February….”

Thus, Valentine’s Day. It worked so well, they went ahead and made some more, such as Mother’s & Father’s Days, New Year’s Day, Flag Day, Labor Day, and Memorial Day; all followed in due course to lend a helping hand to business, which, after all, is what America’s all about, right? Right. So anyway, we ended up with a holiday for all those times during the year when there were no religious events that normally caused holidays to happen (Jan., Feb., Apr., June, etc.), all for the love of money. Nice, eh?


So I’m a cynic about certain things; so sue me. It’s all truth, you can look it up……besides, I’ve got bigger fish to fry, so let’s get on with it…..
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Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine–
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
— Edgar Allan Poe

Well, it is Valentine’s Day, so when I saw this old favorite from Edgar Allen, I couldn’t resist. Edgar’s poetry always amazed me for the feelings he is able to engender in the reader; one feels his pain when he writes of his lost love, and his joy over being in his lover’s presence. He was truly a master at manipulating words for his own ends, and provides, kind of like Emily Dickinson, a yardstick against which all other literature must be judged. Kind of dark, but not a bad subject for emulation…..
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“I worry about my child and the Internet all the time, even though she’s too young to have logged on yet. Here’s what I worry about. I worry that 10 or 15 years from now, she will come to me and say ‘Daddy, where were you when they took freedom of the press away from the Internet?'” — Mike Godwin

This is something all of us should be thinking about, now that the Bill of Rights, which ostensibly assures us of freedom of speech, among others, has been nullified by another Homeland Insecurity authorization, approved by our beloved ruling class, including the great Hope, Obama, who stealthily signed it on New Year’s Eve, when he knew nobody was watching too closely.

Effective the next day, all of our protections as citizens against being unjustly accused or held in jail without cause or review, free speech, the right to assemble to protest grievances, all of those rights are now null and void. Any American citizen can now be arrested without warrant, taken to undisclosed locations, and tortured (yes, I said tortured; if you don’t believe me go read the damn thing yourself), all because they are SUSPECTED of being in, or aiding a terrorist organization. No evidence, no proof required, merely suspicion.

In addition, the authorities who are authorized to carry out these unconstitutional actions are not required to tell anyone, and there is no judicial or any other oversight; no warrants needed for any of this, and they don’t even have to tell anyone they have done so. It’s enough to make me go out and buy a gun….and prepare to use it.

I guarantee that anyone who tries to do this to me will have bitten off more than they can chew; I’m not a pacifist, and I am a free man; I will protect my own rights, thank you, and I will do that until either they give it up, or they’re dead, or I’m dead. No compromises here, folks. I have no intention of being a victim of these assholes, and I suggest to all truly free Americans that they keep their weapons handy, and their powder dry…..

“….secrecy is the keystone of all tyranny. When any government, or any church for that matter, undertakes to say to its subjects, “This you may not read, this you may not see, this you are forbidden to know,” the end result is tyranny and oppression, no matter how holy the motives. Mighty little force is needed to control  a man whose mind has been hoodwinked; contrarily, no amount of force can control a free man, a man whose mind is free. No, not the rack, not fission bombs, not anything–you can’t control a free man, the most you can do is kill him.” — Robert Heinlein, Revolt in 2100, “….If this goes on….”
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“The gods can either take away evil from the world and will not, or, being willing to do so cannot; or they neither can nor will, or lastly, they are both able and willing. If they have the will to remove evil and cannot, then they are not omnipotent. If they can, but will not, then they are not benevolent. If they are neither able nor willing, then they are neither omnipotent nor benevolent. Lastly, if they are both able and willing to annihilate evil, how does it exist?
— Epicurus  — Aphorisms, c. 300 B.C.

Here is an example of a concept being analyzed and developed to a logical conclusion that questions reality as we know it. It’s beautifully structured, and each possible path is explored. When the final conclusion is delivered, though, it indicates that somewhere in the process, there was a fallacy of assumption, and the question is made larger, instead of being answered. How does evil exist? Since Epicurus has just proven that it isn’t a subject the gods are dealing with, at least not in any comprehensible fashion, it becomes the individual’s task to supply their own interpretation, and come to their own conclusions.

For myself, this was fairly simple, as I have a slightly different view of good and evil than most folks. To me, evil is not merely extant, it is necessary; it does not argue with good, but complements it. We perceive the universe as opposites (we’ve discussed this previously in this space); we see because there is light, and there is dark to tell us which is which. The same dichotomy of perception is true for all five senses; we perceive the difference in all things, merely to be able to perceive them at all.

Evil makes good necessary, in order for the universe to balance, just as dark points out the light, and silence shows us how to hear the song. Thus we see that the universe is neither good nor evil; it is supremely indifferent, and only we make the determination as to the inherent value of any action or event, whether it is good or evil. It’s a lot of responsibility, but we’re the only one’s who care about it anyway…..
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It is the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance.
It is the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
— Bette Midler, The Rose

It being the day it reportedly is, I thought this might be appropriate. If you don’t know it, it is from a song titled, “The Rose”, and Bette recorded it sometime in the 1980’s, or possibly the late ’70’s. I’ve always liked it, both for the beauty of the performance, and for the lyrical truths with which it is filled. It doesn’t get much better than this, ffolkes…..if you get a chance, look it up and give it a listen; I’m pretty certain you’ll like it. And if not, well, tough…..
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I don’t mind being in touch with reality, as long as I don’t have to live there.

This appeals to me, for it parallels my own existence. I’ve mentioned previously that for me, reality is not fixed in one dimension, or even four.  It’s a pretty sad day for me when I can’t change my perceptive data into something more palatable than how it was delivered. It’s a wonderful talent, even more helpful than denial, mainly because denial can come back and kick you in the ass, whereas altering reality to suit one’s needs is an internal, invisible process, and unaffected by either natural or Murphy’s laws.

It’s easy, at least for me; I’ve been practicing a long time. It’s also useful in dealing with insults and/or aggressive acts from others; it’s very confusing to those who are being assholes when one doesn’t react in a predictable manner. I don’t think I could go very long without having to kill somebody if I didn’t have this outlet, so whether it is good or evil means little to me. The end result is all that matters, and doing it this way keeps my path clear of most idiots and the occasional random dead body that needs disposal….
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Well, another fine day in Paradise! Having regurgitated a sufficient quantity of angst, I will now go hence, into the world, to see if there is anything worth staying awake for…. meantime, y’all take care out there…..

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

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

Improbable cavaliers under the influence of Jell-O…..

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Ffolkes,
Fingers itching to stroke the keyboard, I burst from under the covers and head for cyberspace, with ideas bubbling up, and a mass of new euphemisms to try out on unsuspecting readers. It’s a grand day for writing, cold and nasty looking weather outside, nice and toasty in here. Now all I have to do is keep myself from running it all together; there’s so much waiting for its turn to shine, I hardly know where to begin…. I suppose I’ll have to abide by traditional format, and begin at the beginning….. so be it…..
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Winter Haiku

Apple blossoms cry out
desperately,
Spring can’t be so far away!

gigoid

And on the other side of the coin, we have this….. and, yes, it’s a strange world I live in….

SHIN: a part of the body useful for finding tables and chairs in the dark, and for stopping pucks.
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“When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me when I leave.” — Death

Death…..a subject which has crossed my mind more in the last two years than in all my years before. For most of my life, I have had the invulnerable armor of denial working for me regarding my own demise. I figured it was something that would take care of itself in time; all I had to do was to live my life well enough that when death comes, there will be no regrets over love never shown, none over help withheld, and no regrets over duties undone. But in the last two years, as I approach ever closer to a more intimate relationship with Death, I find my denial to no longer be a viable tool; it is that or spend all my time fighting a battle that cannot be won.

I can’t say I’m particularly afraid to die; I’ve always been more curious about the unknown than afraid of it. But, with one’s final breath there is an effect on those people whose life we are a part of; there is no way to soften the blow for either of my children, any more than I could be shielded from sorrow upon the death of my own parents. All I can do is provide them with an example of how to die with dignity, and for that I have had the perfect role model myself, in my own father. It’s comforting to know that what he passed to me is something that will be passed on to my kids, and that is the knowledge that they are loved, and will live in our hearts forever…..or at least until all the lights are turned out, and Death takes a holiday…..

“Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.” — Epicurus
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“A certain person may have, as you say, a wonderful  presence: I do not know. What I do know is that he  has a perfectly delightful absence.” — Idries Shah

I think we all have a list of folks who would be on such a list; in my case it’s practically a battalion. Here are just a few names from my list of folks who are made more attractive by the mere act of leaving a room….

Rush Limbaugh
Any ex-president named Bush
A very long list of televangelists….
Lady Gaga
Madonna
Ronald Reagan, the Great Deceiver
Bill O’Reilly
Ann Coulter (what a waste of sperm!)
Anyone who claims “diva” status
Anyone named Kardashian (who could possibly care?)
and, in the interests of moving this along…our final candidate….

Geraldo!….. there are more, but I could add to the list all day….’nuff said. Too close to bad karma….
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Most people make sense, I’m not one of them.

I originally intended to be one of them, but I found there was no audience for that. Nobody wants to hear anyone else make sense; it just challenges their own misconceived preconceptions. So I have studiously engaged in a program designed to turn the most staid, straightforward statement of common sense into a more palatable form, more like lime Jell-O than filet mignon. Lime Jell-O is the world’s most versatile food, because there is no way to make it anything but what it is, i.e., silly. So, next time someone accuses you of either making too much sense, or not enough, just refer them to Lime Jell-O. It’s the least anyone can do, given the state of reality…..

I support everyone’s right to be an idiot. I may need it myself someday.

“When the dream came, I held my breath with my eyes closed. I went insane, like a smoke ring day when the wind blows…….”
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Man was born to love–
Though often he has sought
Like Icarus, to fly to high.
And far too lonely than he ought
To kiss the sun of east and west
And hold the world at his behest–
To hold the terrible power
To whom only gods are blessed–
But me I am just a man.
— Patton

I know not if this is General George Patton; I found it like this. If he is the author, he has a lot more sensitivity than he is given credit for. In my reasonably humble opinion, this is a very good poem. And like any good poem, it needs no adornment, so, enjoy!….

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So ends another episode of the adventures of gigoid amid the wonders of culture, or lack thereof. It’s been a tough row to hoe, but perseverance wins again….this one may not be up to my usual standards; it’s hard to tell with my mind in the semi-soft state that comes after creating Pearls. We will now enter the fray out in the Big Blue Room; well, maybe a nap first…. Y’all take care out there…..

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

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

Awesome Blog Content Award Nomination

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Ffolkes,

A few days ago, I received an email that Carolyn at abcofspiritalk.com was nominated for an Awesome Blog Content Award. Part of receiving such an honor is to post a thank you note to the blogger who awarded it, to nominate as many bloggers as you see fit for the same award, and to write something about oneself, using the alphabet. It was to my surprise and honor, and great delight, that Carolyn had nominated my blog to receive the award. So thank you Carolyn; you have been a very encouraging friend, and I appreciate all the support.

Nominating other bloggers whom I feel deserve this award is a tough choice. Every blog I’ve signed up to follow has excellent work to display, and choosing just a few is hard. Here are some that I tend to visit a lot, whenever I am notified they have posted. You should enjoy them as well…..

adollylicious, at allaboutlemon.com Dolly is a young media artist, with a heart of gold. You can find her at http://allaboutlemon.com

jdobypr’s site is called The Urban Link. Jerry offers news and advice for burgeoning DJ’s and Hip Hop and Rap artists. He can be found at http://jdobypr.wordpress.com

Photobotos promises to post an Amazing Photo Every Day! They can be found at http://photobos.wordpress.com

Maggie Mae writes very powerful poetry. Her site is at http://maggiemaeisaythis.wordpress.com

Linda Vernon Humor writes amusing anecdotes and observations on life and her husband. You can find her site at http://lindavernon.wordpress.com

I would like to include a bunch more, including those by Michael, Michelle, Scott, Randall, Jimmy, Bonanzaetfils, Patrick, Ajay, Rohit, Lesley, and the rest, but I’m already pushing my skill with this blog editing function to the limits. But I want to say that every blog I’ve visited so far has been outstanding in one respect or another.

I’m not shy about talking about myself, so here is my alphabet:

A) Abundantly self-confident. (Some might say Arrogant, but they’re just jealous. A little arrogance is fine, as long as you can back it up…..)

B) Bozoid, for sure..

C) Cooks really well, all things considered. (A $35K culinary arts degree has to count for something, right?)

D) Debonair (well, maybe not, but I’ve always wanted to be described that way, and this is my chance…..)

E) Eternally romantic, within reason, and budget…..

F) Fools around a lot. Well, I AM retired, and I have a lot of hours to fill up.

G) Gosh, I dunno…..maybe Grateful, for old friends and new…..

H) Habitual reader…..averaged one book/day X 50 years.

I) Don’t get me started on “I”…I just get weirder and stranger to longer I write, and I never can stop myself….see?

J) Just another bozo on the bus….

K) Kreative speller….

L) Living la vida loca….

M) Mostly not serious, except when I am…..

N) Ned, the handle I go by out in the big blue room…only my friends and family know it, so please, shhhh!

O) Oh, how did I ever get myself into this? Will it never end? See next installment, er, letter….

P) Pretty clever, eh? That is several in a row without stating anything prosecutable….

Q) Quietly encouraging revolution….

R) Resplendent in my tap shoes and sequined vest….

S) So many places to see! So many songs to be sung! So many people to meet. So much for watching a game on Sunday….

T) Thoroughly incorrigible curmudgeon….

U) Ultraviolet light makes my hair glow orange…..

V) “Ve haff our vays of making you talk!”

W) Why do you want to know? I got nothing to hide, copper!

X) Xact change only please….

Z) Ze list, she is finish…

Well, there you have it. A veritable truckload of stuff about me, all easily folded for packing away. This may help in clearing up some of the questions you may have had after a period of exposure to the Daily Pearls of Virtual Wisdom, but I doubt it did anything but raise more questions than it answered.I do have  a softer side; I just don’t let it out much. I’ve spent too long fashioning my status as a curmudgeon to tarnish that image now. In reality, I tear up at Hallmark commercials.

Thanks again to Carolyn, and to all the bloggers who are now nominated I say, good luck! Y’all take care out there…..

Sometimes I sits and thinks,

and sometimes

I just sits.

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

A couple of days ago, I received an email informing me that Carolyn at abcofspiritalk.com had received a Nomination for the ABC Award. In turn, she nominated several other bloggers, and to my surprise and delight, I was one of them.

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If you don’t bust a gut laughing at 3 or more of these, you’re hopeless….thanks again to adollylicious for another great post!….

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