~~ Confucius, Analects ~~
Simen Johan ~ National Geographic ~ Buffalo
Good morning, ffolkes. Today, I find myself on the horns of a dilemma, which, as you know, is NOT a large male bovine, which brings some rather disturbing new thoughts regarding euphemisms to mind; we’ll save them for another post, if I remember them later. The non-bovine dilemma is this; do I want to give in, or be strong?
I’ve decided to be strong, but, whiny…. Fuck! This hurts!
But, that’s as whiny as you’ll see. The only other sign you may note will be the extreme amount of cheating going on. I’m afraid I’ve been so distracted I got NONE of this one completed ahead of time, so, I must find a way to post it without actually creating anything new…. Oh well, I’ve certainly gotten enough practice at it, and, today, the pain I’m experiencing is guaranteed to keep the process moving along, you betcha….
All that being blathered, we’ll go right on in to the oyster beds, without even boarding the vehicle today. The pilot gets pain anyway, and the gift shop will just close early. The rest of us will just file through the door to the rear of the room, where we’ll find all our gear waiting for us to don, so we can get right in the water…. The price of the ride will be refunded, of course, as we didn’t ride.
Okay, that’s enough nonsense and blather; it’s legal. Barely….
Shall we Pearl?
“The absence of temptation is the absence of virtue.” — Goethe (1749-1832)
I’ve been enjoying finding all my favorite older artists on You Tube. So far, every one I can drag up out of my memory has had some videos posted online on YouTube. Here is another fine singer/songwriter who reached stardom during the 60’s, remaining active today. Here is some basic information from Wikipedia….
“Buffy Sainte-Marie, OC (born February 20, 1941) is a Canadian-American Cree singer-songwriter, musician, composer, visual artist, educator, pacifist, and social activist. Throughout her career in all of these areas, her work has focused on issues of Indigenous peoples of the Americas. Her singing and writing repertoire also includes subjects of love, war, religion, and mysticism.
She founded the Cradleboard Teaching Project, an educational curriculum devoted to better understanding Native Americans. She has won recognition and many awards and honours for both her music and her work in education and social activism.” ~~ Wikipedia
Buffy St. Marie
As promised, more cheating, with a short religirant from the archives….
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. — Romans 12:1
“Reasonable service” Hmm….. it seems to me that whomever wrote this should probably turn in his divine channeling papers, because all of his sense of proportion and believability just went flying out the window when this got onto parchment back in the day. I mean, give me a break! “your bodies a living sacrifice” is “reasonable service”. Well, if you have the kind of mind that will accept that at face value, then I have to inform you of a special deal, a deal you won’t be able to pass up….
That’s right, folks (note the spelling, please), today only, you too can be the envy of your neighbors, the hero of the housing tract, the cock o’the walk, as it were. Today, you can join those millions of people have taken advantage of this EXCLUSIVE OFFER! For the next few minutes our operators will be taking orders for this deal of a lifetime. What, you may ask, could be so wonderful, so glamorous, so blatantly gluttonous that EVERYONE wants one?
Well, I’ll tell you….. how would you feel to know that, thanks to your own good sense, you were the first in your area to be the proud owner of…. wait for it…. your own, exclusive jar, filled to the brim, with GOD’s OWN ETERNAL LOVE! That’s right, you heard me correctly. For the insanely low price we are asking, you’ll have to agree that we are practically giving away this priceless commodity; you won’t find this deal matched anywhere.
What is this essentially negligible price, you ask? Just how crazy are these guys? We’re pretty cagey, er, crazy, that’s for sure. Today only, we are asking for a mere lifetime commitment of your entire soul, and the mineral and artistic rights to your firstborn child, whether a son or daughter.
That’s right! An entire mason jar, filled to the brim with the priceless boon of God’s own eternal love, for the almost unnoticeable price we are seeking, would normally run you not only what we have asked, but also want you to throw in your wife, guarantee the rest of your children’s yearly incomes for life, and toss in a few succeeding generations as well. But today, and today only, you too can join those exclusive few who are privileged to have their very own centerpiece for the family altar, for the bargain price of one soul, and consumer rights on a child.
How can you lose? And how can you afford to pass up this opportunity to advance your standing in the eyes of your peers, as well as the eyes of God? You can’t, so pony up, sucker!…..
To continue with our theme, here is another older poem of mine….
In the most patient moments of rationality
kindness flows smoothly in a special milieu,
fallow thoughts speed first from equality
to give no anxious fever, anger to eschew.
Indignant mothers and step-sons in-law
shall fade simply from brilliant to grey,
intoning ritual dogma, fresh, avid, and raw,
falling, falling, in massive pastoral disarray.
Safety lives not, save brightly in ignorant bliss,
it follows us all, silent and infinitely frail,
foremost too often, soft as a virgin kiss,
alive, always eager, willing, and pale.
Intimate knowledge finds only the bold few
with courage and virtue to gift, unbidden.
No solemn royal version may pass in review,
true love for man, never to remain unhidden.
Sweet feathers of Emily’s hope uplift,
calm, drowsy episodes bursting with light,
With final glad cries we set ourselves adrift,
swimming in the oceans of natural delight.
When sorrow is banished, in ages yet to come,
roots solidly anchored, cold and remote,
Ample supplies of kindness sit silent and dumb,
and the old stranger shrugs on his faded coat.
Dreaming, then, I wait with shadows in the night
aspiring to inspire, a message from the muse’s heart
Never forgotten images, framed in color bright,
tempt me only, grieving, steeped in serenity’s arcane art…..
~~ gigoid ~~
I tried to prove I could still be fresh, by creating a basic, random pearl. This….. well, I can’t think of a word to describe what happened, but. this is it… I don’t even want to talk about it, okay?….
“Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?” — Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) — The Family of Love, Act v, Sc. 3
“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
“…just when I had you wriggling in the crushing grip of reason, too…” — Calvin & Hobbes
“Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.” — Smart Bee
“In this world, you have to be oh so smart or oh so pleasant. I spent years being smart. I recommend pleasant.” — Elwood P. Dowd, (Jimmy Stewart), in “Harvey”
“Nine out of ten Rottweilers prefer Jehovah’s Witnesses.” — Smart Bee
“You mean now I can SHOOT YOU in the back and further BLUR th’ distinction between FANTASY and REALITY?” — Zippy the Pinhead
Okay…. Two and a half hours, and a massive amount of heavy drugs later, I’m done. Thanks to modern chemistry, I’m oblivious to all pain now, so, I’ll see if I can’t get something normal done before it all wears off, and the battle begins anew. For now, I’m happy with whatever happened here, no matter HOW it “looks” or “feels”…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes….. one way or t’other….
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,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….