~~- Robert Hunter ~~
Stumpy the Rorschach Owl
Nature Imitating Art
Good morning…. Horrors! What is THAT?…. But, wait! There’s more!…. No, there’s not. Yes, there is. No, there’s NOT!…. Take that!…. Hey! That’s mine! Come back here!…. Son of a bitch….
Whoops! Sorry, ffolkes, had a hoodoo in my chair; had to drive it all the way down the block, before it dropped my stolen coffee cup. I might not have gotten quite so mad, if it hadn’t grabbed that…. NOBODY fucks with my first morning cuppa; not without a fight. And, the unmitigated gall of the damn thing! Typing away on my computer as if it belonged there…. I about took it’s head off; of course, it grows a new one in a couple minutes, but, it’s the thought that counts, right?
Now all the excitement is past, perhaps we should take this opportunity to slip off to the oyster beds, before anything even more disruptive has a chance to happen. Mornings like this, when Murphy has big plans for us, can be a bit shifty, if you know what I mean, so, it’s probably best if we just go….
Oh, shit!…. Luigi! Take us up, mon! We got to go now!…. And, I mean now! Go, go, go! That damn hoodoo’s back, and he brought friends! Get us the hell outta here, NOW!….. Hang on, ffolkes…..
Shall we Pearl?….
“If a lawyer and an IRS agent were both drowning, and you could only save one of them, would you go to lunch or read the paper?” — Smart Aleck Bee
Whew! Close one; I’m glad Luigi already has the engines warm; coulda got a bit sticky there. I counted six hoodoos, and I only had five bolts…. Ah, well, all’s well, etc…. Let’s listen to a bit of music, shall we? Yesterday, a friend sent me a video, of some Blues…. It was good, but, maybe something with the word ‘Blues’ in it, I think…. Yeah, this will do fine…. Enjoy!
Blues Traveler ~ Live
Such a perfect opening pearl deserves a good rant. Since I don’t believe I have one in me this morning, here is some art, a graphic infogram in the form of a cartoon…. It demonstrates perfectly what has happened in this country, in re: secrecy, as carried on by our Beloved Ruling Class…. Enjoy….
Graphic image from the UK Guardian, Edward Snowden series, 2013.
It’s an Emily Day….
With many a turn—and thorn—
That stops—at Heaven—
This—was the Town—she passed—
Then—stepped more fast—
The little tracks—close prest—
Then—not so swift—
Slow—slow—as feet did weary—grow—
Then—stopped—no other track!
Wait! Look! Her little Book—
The leaf—at love—turned back—
Her very Hat—
And this worn shoe just fits the track—
Another bed—a short one—
In Chambers bright—
Too out of sight—though—
For our hoarse Good Night—
To touch her Head!
~~ Emily Dickinson ~~
I had a hard time picking the right picture to adorn this section today; the pearl, though quite obvious in its intent, is somewhat amorphous to try to define with any description. I’ll just let it speak for itself, and you can tell me if the right picture got chosen….
“Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.” — Oscar Wilde — “De Profundis”
“. . is to attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing Darkness. It cannot be.” — Frank Herbert, Dune
“Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Reality is for people with no grasp of fantasy.” — Smart Bee
“I never like to think of the future. It comes soon enough.” — Albert Einstein
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” — Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne
“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly.” — Buddha (B.C. 568-488)
“In the days when Sussman was a novice Minsky once came to him as he sat hacking at the PDP-6. “What are you doing?”, asked Minsky. “I am training a randomly wired neural net to play Tic-Tac-Toe.” “Why is the net wired randomly?”, asked Minsky. “I do not want it to have any preconceptions of how to play” Minsky shut his eyes. “Why do you close your eyes?”, Sussman asked his teacher. “So that the room will be empty.” At that moment, Sussman was enlightened. — AI koan
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
~~ Alfred Tennyson ~~
~~ Oenone ~~
This went so smoothly, I’m a bit nervous. It seems to be okay, though, so, we’ll trust the process, and let it fly. Since that’s the case, I guess I’m done here. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes; it’s now a given, I should think….
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
The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….
The never-ending cuppa!….
Good morrow in turn….
“I have never been lost….just confused for a time”……Gib the Wise
Thanx for the follow on the Twitter machine…..chuq
At the risk of sounding like a dittohead, ditto….
I did not know you had an account or I would have been there sooner…..chuq….BTW Gib the Wise was my grandfather……
Ah… re: Gib…. I use stuff my dad used to say, though he didn’t say much. When I do, I just list him as Sgt. Moore….
How long do you have to be confused before you accept you are lost?
Being a male….NEVER! LOL
Gotta go with Chuq’s answer on this one….
Being lost is just another way to meet new friends and see new places…. I can be confused anywhere, anytime… It’s a gift….
Good poem good music pass the bourbon…;-)
Now you’re talkin’ my language…
Hahaha, hoodoo in your pants, perhaps diapers are in order? Sorry, could not resist.
Naw, these hoodoos aren’t the Canadien’s version; these came from some myth in my brain somewhere…. They look kind of like the Schmoos, from Popeye many years ago, but, eight feet tall, with legs ending in large claws, and vicious fangs…. Fortunately, they’re easily destroyed by water balloons…