Platitudes are on sale every third decade….

Ffolkes,

Hello, ffolkes, I’m back…. It seems Ernie H-II, the writing ‘bot I found, filled in yesterday with distinction, if not perfection…. I appreciate his help in a tight spot; I didn’t feel well, and left myself short of time to get it figured out, so, his willingness to pitch in on short notice saved the day…. It isn’t often you get that kind of cooperation from a ‘bot, especially an AI ‘bot, but, he is a VERY well-programmed machine, and it shows in his demeanor….

I’m still not feeling like busting out in song, but, I think I can pull it together long enough to put out a Pearl… with a bit of help from whatever impulsive absurdity I can come up with on the spur of the moment to keep it moving, or to supply the proper stimulus at the proper moment to keep it from flagging…. That last sentence could be considered a metaphor for this entire process, but, it’s a weekday, so we’ll leave the metaphors alone until they’re ripe, which only happens on weekends…

As you can see, taking a day off hasn’t reduced the size of my nose, or dulled its shiny red color; whatever comes out today is liable to be a bit caustic, or toxic, or at minimum, confusing, so, if I were y’all, I’d keep my hands inside the rails, and refrain from teasing any of the animals we may encounter, just to improve the odds of survival…. Oh, don’t fret too much, we have yet to lose an entire group; in fact, we’ve only lost a total of three individuals in all this time, and two of those were self-induced catastrophes, for which we were cleared of all charges…. The third guy was found to be an ex-Mouseketeer who had an obsession about oysters, and ate too many in the wrong season, so no charges were ever filed….

I mean, is it my fault if they snapped their cookies while reading my blog? No, it isn’t, even if what is written isn’t terribly helpful to those without the inner strength to use it; what gets written here doesn’t actually CAUSE insanity, it just skirts the edge of feeling it…. Besides, all we can do is all we can do, right? Right….

As is apparent, I’m not at my best today; chalk it up to whatever physical issues are still plaguing me, (about which I refuse to whine, or even comment on….) and we’ll get on with this…. I apologize in advance for any decrease in quality or relevance, and can only hope that any lack will be counter-balanced by increased humor, as I find my own debilities to be good reason to laugh at myself, for hubris, if for nothing else….

Life is pain, ffolkes… I’ve known this for a long time…. all my life, in fact. As such, it is well to learn how to deal with pain in an efficient manner, because, one way or another, we, as humans, will always have at least a little of it present in our lives, always there, to keep us aware of our mortality…. To me, that is both funny, and ironic, not to mention written in stone….

So, I’m gonna take my pain, and roll it into a little ball, so I can stick it under the table until I’m done…. That’s better than letting it have its way, and losing another whole day to weakness, and the concomitant misery…. If it works, great…. If it doesn’t, well, let’s hope I can find the humor in it, and put it down to share…..

Shall we Pearl?….

“Breaks balance out. The sun don’t shine on the same ol’ dog’s ass every day.” — Darrell Royal
_____________________________

In an attempt to return balance to the Metaphorse, I’m going on a quest…. I’m going to gather a group of pearls together, whose subtlety, depth, and, perspicacity will bring tears to your eyes…. in response to the headache you’ll get from trying to figure out what the hell I’m talking about…. This one will be so obscure, you won’t be able to penetrate to the meaning without major weaponry, of nuclear capability. So, please remember to read this in the privacy of your own mind, and don’t let any of it spill over onto your neighbors…. It’s a good one….

“If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn’t involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head. ” — Pooh in Winnie the Pooh A.A. Milne

“Do you have exactly what I want in a plaid poindexter bar bat??” — Zippy the Pinhead

“Ignorance of death is destroying us. Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything.” — Saul Bellow

“I love my country too much to be a nationalist.” — Albert Camus

“I may be a self-made man, but then, when I get to thinking about it, if I had it to do over again, I think I would call in someone else.” — Roland Young

“One of your most ancient writers, a historian named Herodotus, tells of a thief who was to be executed.  As he was taken away he made a bargain with the king: in one year he would teach the king’s favorite horse to sing hymns. The other prisoners watched the thief singing to the horse and laughed. “You will not succeed,” they told him.  “No one can.”  To which the thief replied, “I have a year, and who knows what might happen in that time. The king might die. The horse might die.  I might die. And perhaps the horse will learn to sing.” — The Mote in God’s Eye (Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven)

“Give me a lever and place to stand and I will move the world.” — Archimedes (c. 287-212 B.C.), Pappus, Synagogue, VIII, 10, xi

See? Plain as a black cat in a windowless room at midnight, with the lights off….. As recompense, should you find your way to the right place, it’s a very friendly cat….
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Some days, I’m in the mood for poetry that challenges the mind, as well as the spirit…. this woman’s words always do that….

A Winter Ship

At this wharf there are no grand landings to speak of.
Red and orange barges list and blister
Shackled to the dock, outmoded, gaudy,
And apparently indestructible.
The sea pulses under a skin of oil.

A gull holds his pose on a shanty ridgepole,
Riding the tide of the wind, steady
As wood and formal, in a jacket of ashes,
The whole flat harbor anchored in
The round of his yellow eye-button.

A blimp swims up like a day-moon or tin
Cigar over his rink of fishes.
The prospect is dull as an old etching.
They are unloading three barrels of little crabs.
The pier pilings seem about to collapse

And with them that rickety edifice
Of warehouses, derricks, smokestacks and bridges
In the distance. All around us the water slips
And gossips in its loose vernacular,
Ferrying the smells of cod and tar.

Farther out, the waves will be mouthing icecakes —-
A poor month for park-sleepers and lovers.
Even our shadows are blue with cold.
We wanted to see the sun come up
And are met, instead, by this iceribbed ship,

Bearded and blown, an albatross of frost,
Relic of tough weather, every winch and stay
Encased in a glassy pellicle.
The sun will diminish it soon enough:
Each wave-tip glitters like a knife.

~~ Sylvia Plath ~~

_____________________________

Jacob: “You know sometimes I get a little worried that you’re gonna get my favorite planet blown up.”
Jack: “Yes. Which planet is that?”

— from Stargate

I’m always feeling a small bite of anxiety, in the back of my mind, as time passes, and we approach the End of Days for Mankind…. I’m not speaking about any predictions of doom related by supposed prophets, such as Rasputin, who predicted that today would be the beginning of the Apocalypse, or some such catastrophe, back in the day when he was known as the Mad Monk of Moscow…. No, I’m talking about the very real end of our stay on this planet, brought about by our own foolish belief that we are immortal, a belief that will find no basis in reality when we are all gone, victims of the physical laws we chose to ignore, laws we broke with what we believed was impunity….

What I worry about is that the end won’t come as I hope it will, in slow stages; that would at least give us a small chance of survival, on another planet, if not this one…. I’m afraid, though, it will come more quickly than I hope, fueled by the death throes of the ruling classes, who won’t want to believe that they are included in the sentence of death that we have passed upon ourselves…. They could conceivably make things even worse for the rest of us by their insane insistence on continuing the very actions that are killing us, and using force to keep on doing so…. I can envision such actions leading to a very ugly situation, as the declining resources of our planet, such as air to breathe, or water to drink, are fought over by the few remaining humans, with all the formidable ferocity of which we are capable…..

Forget about food, or shelter, ffolkes, the physics of these issues, global warming, and the pollution of the atmosphere, are a mathematical certainty, if the addition of CO and CO2 in massive quantities into the air continue at the current rate. Those figures, which cannot lie, show us a very ugly picture of ANY future that may result; ugly, in the fact that humans are NOT in the picture at all….. The oceans are getting warmer, as is the whole planet, and this leads to climate change; this is eminently clear from the geological and fossil history we already have proven to be true, and once the process starts, on a global scale, it takes time to stop it, or to restrict the changes that have been induced, time we no longer have….

But, this process is at least capable  of solution, physically…. It is the intransigence of the people who run things in our society, and the ignorance, avarice, and fear that controls them, that is keeping any possible solutions from being instituted, or even begun. This intransigence is not only holding things up, it could conceivably make it go faster, by creating upheavals in society that could cause the pressure cooker in which we live to explode into violence, even more so than it does now…

Such deal breaking events are already being seen in the news, as that area of our culture becomes ever more insane, right along with the rest of society…. For example, the current flap over the surveillance of email and phone conversations by the government is one that may eventually lead to more outrageous events, and be the cause of further increase in the rate we speed toward oblivion….. I’ve been watching the story unfold in the news, and become more flabbergasted as time passes.

The reaction of the government, in my mind, ever since this became public knowledge, has been characterized by disdain (by first denying, then admitting with a sheepish grin….), dishonesty (even in the face of their own documentation, they lie about the extent of the programs, and continue to do so…. see below….), and arrogant entitlement (they have neither admitted they were acting illegally, nor stopped or limited those illegal actions….).  In all of the public statements, I have seen no apology to the public, nor any real admission of wrong-doing; instead, the President talks about “having the trust of the public”, and issues a flurry of information that appears to show their commitment to controlling the surveillance, when all it really shows is that they aren’t doing much of anything to oversee the process….

Here are three articles that show exactly how much obfuscation and distraction are used as a technique for diverting the public’s attention away from the actual programs themselves, and focusing it on extraneous issues, that have no real effect on stopping, or limiting the surveillance. It just makes it LOOK like they are doing something….

http://www.sfgate.com/news/politics/article/Obama-defends-government-surveillance-programs-4755098.php


http://www.sfgate.com/politics/article/NSA-says-it-was-told-to-stop-collecting-some-data-4754364.php


http://www.sfgate.com/news/politics/article/NSA-collected-thousands-of-US-communications-4749853.php

Incredible amount of shadowy details, with no clear purpose in reporting them, other than distraction? Yep…. Plus, they admit right up front that their own attempts to restrict the collection have been relatively non-existent…. They speak of 56,000 emails that were “inadvertently” gathered up with some emails that “might” have come from terrorists…. What a crock! That number isn’t a fraction of a percentage point of the number of emails that go out daily, and doesn’t mention the fact that this collection was one of MILLIONS of times they mined such emails, or the BILLIONS of emails and phone calls that are monitored…. And, those 56,000 emails are the ones they’re saying they DIDN’T read….. as if they believe we’ll believe that….

Note also, if you will, the repetitive language used in the articles… showing clearly how the media fosters and maintains the lies that are being spread by those in charge, using words and phrases designed to encourage belief and trust in the BRC, as well as in the honesty and impartiality of the reporters…. However, to my mind, it just tells me that the media is supporting the agenda being promulgated by the government, and whether they are doing so unconsciously, or deliberately, they continue to be as much a part of the problem as those on whom they are reporting…..

Now, if some reporter would just ask the right questions, and report the answers accurately, maybe, just maybe we’d be able to shame them enough to actually make a change…. I don’t think I’ll be holding my breath, waiting for THAT to happen, though….

It is Maya!
Dost thou not know her?
Illusion — dreams — phantoms.
But, to the wise, Maya is more.
——————
But, to the wise, Maya is more.
Look around:
All that thou see’st,
Trees and shrubs, The grass at thy feet,
All that walks or creeps,
All that flies from tree to tree,
All is unreal: All is Maya.
Our bodies, our limbs, our very thoughts.
We ourselves are slaves to Maya.
What remaineth?  Who can say?
Love to the lover,
The child to the mother,
The song to the singer,
God to the worshipper;
These, wandering thro’ the world of Maya,
Are perchance shadows of that which is.

— Holst, Savitri (based upon the Sanskrit Mahabharata)
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“I’m in my own little world, but everybody knows me there.” — Smart Bee

Since SB came up with a perfect closing line, I’ll just see how the rest went…. Considering everything that has gone into creating this, it’s not half bad… As such, I’m going to go post it, before collapsing for the balance of the morning…. So be it, gigoid has spoken….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest  Carole…
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

dozer3

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2 thoughts on “Platitudes are on sale every third decade….

  1. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    Ffolkes,

    If I could find my head, I’d at least have a clue as to why it’s not in its usual spot. Since I can’t, I’ll merely say, I am “under the weather’, & let it go at that. Fighting off a cold with massive doses of garlic, & weathering the pain caused by the weather, which is rainy & cold. Also fighting demons, but, that’s de rigeur around here. Here’s a decent Pearl from a while back… Since this one was posted, we’ve seen a lot of changes in format, & given up on ranting so much, so, please enjoy this one, which doesn’t hold back at all… I’ll try to get back tomorrow, but, only time will tell on that. I hope y’all feel better than I do just now, & stay that way…. I’ll be better; it’s only pain, and time…

    See ya

    gigoid, dubiously

  2. WeLL.. hello.. my friEnd
    gigoid.. only two behind
    today.. and as you mentioned
    the rainy cold weather over on
    the California Pacific side.. a couple
    of days ago.. it appears that has turned
    aT leASt pARtly
    into Winter
    Storm
    Helena
    as the highs
    in the Florida Panhandle
    day have fallen down from
    close to 80’s in Indian Summer
    Winter to a toasty invigorating
    close to 40 degrees high for the
    day today as my Big Northern European
    head per total CC’s.. is better evolved to live
    in/as retaining heat per total square footAge..
    in more icey-like conditions that will repeat in
    sunshine tomorrow.. as i dance in shorts on the
    Beaches of Biloxi.. wHere the upper 30’s are forecast..
    sure.. if it was rainy and that cold.. i miGht give in and dance the Casino iNside..
    iN Imperial Palace way.. regardless.. with enough practice one’s body can become a furnace
    of both
    heat
    and
    heARt
    sAMe
    as any Yogi
    who attains that
    P R a C T icE iN
    level of mastery
    as relative will comes
    to seNse.. FeeL and kNOw..
    not woo,, tHeRe2 all science2 and
    backed uP with empirical study as
    the Tibetan Monks who steam heat
    off tHeiR body in icy cold waters of human potential
    walking across coals and busting bricks up and stuff like that..
    including mastering waves of brain from Beta to Alpha
    close to Theta too.. and iN my case aT least maKing
    every peptide connection of every cell as memory
    oF all the best FeeLinG neuro-chemical and
    seNSinG neuro-hormone interactions
    from vagal nerve in brain
    to gut spread out
    to every cell
    in triLliOns
    of connections
    from head
    to toe..
    now..
    oh.. the
    human
    potential
    and woe.. the
    functional disability
    that comes with the
    teat of modern culture
    and religions.. same.. too..
    anyWay i’M dOwn from the beach
    And i give iT aLL and sharE noW2..:)

    And of last report from you in your current
    status of liFe.. glad to hear you are once
    aGain looking toward sunshine noW
    my FriEnd.. as i move on to pearls..:)

    “Breaks balance out. The sun don’t shine on
    the same ol’ dog’s ass every day.”

    — Darrell Royal

    WeLL.. Darrell
    if you
    were
    trUly
    now
    A ‘Yogi’
    in actual
    liFE practice..
    the invisible sun
    inside would be something
    you could control as spring
    shine within year ’round..
    takes work..
    lots
    oF iT
    day
    through
    niGht.. iS it
    worth iT.. sure
    HeaVeN iS WiThiN..
    when sOught.. FoUnd noW
    And practiced day and Now ’round..
    yep.. the sunshines out my ass year ’round..
    it pisses some folks off and bRings joy to oTheRs
    as birds oF
    feathers
    and all
    thAt
    STuFF togeTheR..
    been on the otHeR
    side of the Styx River2..
    i ought’a KNow.. swAMi
    boTh sidES
    oF A..
    DeViliIvEd
    stressedesserts
    starats evilivenow..:
    LIBERTY iN Heaven..
    Life Is Better Everywhere
    RE-Creation Takes You iN Heaven.. NoW..;)

    A Winter Ship

    “At this wharf there are no grand landings to speak of.
    Red and orange barges list and blister
    Shackled to the dock, outmoded, gaudy,
    And apparently indestructible.
    The sea pulses under a skin of oil.

    A gull holds his pose on a shanty ridgepole,
    Riding the tide of the wind, steady
    As wood and formal, in a jacket of ashes,
    The whole flat harbor anchored in
    The round of his yellow eye-button.

    A blimp swims up like a day-moon or tin
    Cigar over his rink of fishes.
    The prospect is dull as an old etching.
    They are unloading three barrels of little crabs.
    The pier pilings seem about to collapse

    And with them that rickety edifice
    Of warehouses, derricks, smokestacks and bridges
    In the distance. All around us the water slips
    And gossips in its loose vernacular,
    Ferrying the smells of cod and tar.

    Farther out, the waves will be mouthing icecakes —-
    A poor month for park-sleepers and lovers.
    Even our shadows are blue with cold.
    We wanted to see the sun come up
    And are met, instead, by this iceribbed ship,

    Bearded and blown, an albatross of frost,
    Relic of tough weather, every winch and stay
    Encased in a glassy pellicle.
    The sun will diminish it soon enough:
    Each wave-tip glitters like a knife.”

    ~~ Sylvia Plath ~~

    It’s funny my friEnd..
    and surely sad
    too as on
    a Spring
    ship
    even
    through
    Winter..
    cOld and
    dArk rarely
    to never enters..
    and nah that don’t end at
    56 and perHaps it’s genetic
    as my Aunt created that until 94
    crippled on a walker with sun shining
    as briGht iN her eYEs as far as photos go back..
    thing is.. it wasn’t just genetic as i listened to her ways
    out of a similar place.. i was in at 47.. when i spent time
    with her the last year of her life.. her key is connection.. my
    friEnd.. her key too.. is moving.. and creating with a zest for
    life for the magic of learning anew never left as she
    refused to let it go in practice of more and even
    with that walker
    and a crippled
    back
    there
    was
    still
    a 5LB
    dumbell as
    she increased
    the strength of her
    arms to continue to walk
    a walker too.. master of more..
    slave of less.. so much we have
    to DancE and SinG our way or not..
    she said when i have pain i just tell it to
    go away within and it does.. took a long time
    to lEarn that language of hers within but it works as
    my crippled X-rays and MRI’s and cat scans still show
    the infirmities
    from even
    birth
    with
    congenital
    anomalies of
    fused vertebrae
    and almost totally
    closed sinuses to breathe
    through nose from birth as well..
    how it works is to be sought and found..
    tHeRE are no cookie cutter books or answers
    to the
    ISReaL
    all organic
    all natural
    animal
    HeaLinG
    PoTenTiaL
    thAT iS sTilL
    A hUman poTenTial
    when sOuGht and FOUnd
    And practiced until the last breathe oF LIFE..
    A noble death and old age my Great Aunt surELy hELped Create..:)

    Jacob: “You know sometimes I get a little worried
    that you’re gonna get my favorite planet blown up.”

    Jack: “Yes. Which planet is that?”

    — from Stargate

    For me at lEast
    the only PlanET
    i AM
    evolved
    to liVe oN NoW..
    wiTh sTiLL kiNd
    sepArate And
    toGeThER wishes
    for all the planETS.. ’round..
    alreaDy Did Nature Deficit Disorder
    iNside a windowless office for years
    back then.. ain’t ever gonna get imprisoned
    in man
    made
    or any
    space
    but Nature now..
    Free from A
    disorder of
    sidewalks..
    con
    crete..:)

    “It is Maya!
    Dost thou not know her?
    Illusion — dreams — phantoms.
    But, to the wise, Maya is more.
    ——————
    But, to the wise, Maya is more.
    Look around:
    All that thou see’st,
    Trees and shrubs, The grass at thy feet,
    All that walks or creeps,
    All that flies from tree to tree,
    All is unreal: All is Maya.
    Our bodies, our limbs, our very thoughts.
    We ourselves are slaves to Maya.
    What remaineth? Who can say?
    Love to the lover,
    The child to the mother,
    The song to the singer,
    God to the worshipper;
    These, wandering thro’ the world of Maya,
    Are perchance shadows of that which is.”

    — Holst, Savitri (based upon the Sanskrit Mahabharata)

    Even with a Mahabharata
    close to twice as long
    and reneWed..
    i surELy
    haven’t
    improved
    on these lines here..;)

    “I’m in my own little world,
    but everybody knows me there.” — Smart Bee

    A reaSon
    i stArted
    dancing..
    to get
    un
    lost
    from online..
    and ‘tween my ears..;)

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