If A, then B, C is odd, Z is imaginary….

Ffolkes,

“There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.”

~~ Michel Eyquem de Montaigne ~~

~~ Essays, Book i, Chap. xxx, Of Cannibals ~~

squirrel busy

I’m busy; what’s YOUR issue?


Hajime…. I am up, but, thus far, without coffee, so, I wouldn’t expect a lot of sense right now, of ANY nature other than weird, or, confused. But, then, seldom do we ever approach even a tangential orbit to common sense at all, so, I don’t see how it will make any difference, in the final analysis. That, of course, is IF we can find anyone who’ll come here to make any such analysis; anyone who WOULD do it probably can’t be trusted to be either fair, or, competent to any real degree…. So, what the hell, we’ll wing it….

As if it wasn’t already obvious we’re doing so, no doubt, as a standard policy. That, frankly, would be untrue, and, unkind as well, so, let’s not even go there, eh? But, wait, there’s more! Not just more, but, way more, which is probably not much better than less, especially on such a morning when making any sense out of what you will see is, pretty much, a wash. Yep, in fact, I am sure…. No, make that, I’m positive, we won’t be seeing a lot of the common sort of sense today; nonsense seems to be the order of the day…. Unless, of course, we get some coffee soon…..

What the hell was that? I’ve downed a couple sips, & went back over the above…. If I weren’t a professional, I’d start over….

Wait! Nobody’s paying me for this, so, I’m NOT a pro…. Whew….. Okay, I’ll start over.

Hajime…. Hmm. Nope. I don’t think that’s gonna do for our purposes today, either….. Especially since, as I began to start thinking about what to put in, that might possibly save this from complete disaster, I realized NOBODY could do that…. This one, I can see, is, frankly, and earnestly, too, hopeless, and should be abandoned as quickly as possible…. Hence, the small device you see in my hand…. Oh, right… You can’t see my hand…. Oh, well, that’s okay, this is beyond help anyway…. In fact, I’m going to shut the fuck up, now, until further down the page a bit…. See y’all at the oyster beds….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Here’s Looking at you, kid.”

~~ Casablanca ~~


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 Image from mtv.com via Google Images

I chose this video simply because it had all Roy’s songs in one place; plus, the sound quality is excellent, even with poor speakers. I just felt like some easy, feel-good music; there’s nobody whose voice is easier to listen to than Roy’s….. Enjoy, ffolkes; we all lost a treasure when Roy passed on to the next adventure…..

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Roy Orbison
Greatest Hits

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    Back in 2004, for several months, I wrote a column for a small local newspaper, both print and online versions. It was titled Gigoid’s Folly, with the intention to use the column as a platform for encouraging public discussion of computer issues, and the effects of those relatively new issues on everyday life in America…. This was one of the articles posted….

Note from 2015: I’ve made some minor changes, involving what I’ve learned about grammar, and good writing, since 2004, not to mention small changes to formatting to fit into current software and blogging requirements; technology has jumped another 50 years in the past 11…. None of the ideas were altered at all…… In fact, I can see traces in there of gigoid’s latest efforts…. or, rather, the germinating seeds of those incredible messes efforts…. Enjoy!

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Gigoid’s Folly ~ Episode VII


Reality, in its’ inimitable way, has somewhat less-than-politely smacked me, (and you, as well, if you hadn’t noticed), smartly about the head and shoulders, bringing inevitably to mind the following truism, inspired by Samuel R. Delaney, to wit: “True power, in the real world, consists of control of the routes of perception.” It is also too bad cupidity isn’t always immediately painful… or, in the words of Fred, the philosophical penguin from Odd’s Bodkins, “Politics is poopadoodle.” And that’s the last you’ll hear from me about that subject. Well, maybe not the very last, but enough for this decade…..

“The nature of the Universe is Change. Unpredictable, innovative transformation of reality is the Norm. If you have a problem with this, you’re in for a rough ride in Life.” (Some of you may have heard this previously.) The opposite possible reaction is also true, that is, flexibility in the face of change tends to smooth out even the most turbulent situations. Consider this also: each of us differs in our reaction to changes in the world around us, giving rise to even more variables, (often called the “spice of life”).

Fortunately, or in some cases, unfortunately, each new situation also creates new choices for us to make. Choices create opportunities, both good and bad, each of which may perhaps necessitate even more changes. This “hall of mirrors” effect can make reality a slippery concept, and can obviously produce a great deal of confusion. Very frequently we are left feeling as if we were going through life without any real control over what happens to us, internally, or, externally.

As may be surmised by the above, I’ve felt this way myself at times. There is soooo much information out there, and so little time to comprehend even a significant portion of what is available, it’s no wonder the whole world seems uneasy, confused, and struggling, most of the time. The rapid advancements in computer technology over the last quarter century have certainly aided in narrowing the gap, by providing the means to manipulate more and more data, faster and faster. Far from easing our sense of lack of control, however, this increased capacity for data manipulation can bring about further feelings of being out of touch, as our own ability to process the data we perceive is outstripped by the seemingly endless parade of information made accessible by new and faster machines.

Since there is more information than we can possibly utilize, how, then, can we make the best use of what we are able to absorb? To be brutally honest, I don’t know of any sure-fire answers. I know that I spend at least four hours a day just trying to stay abreast of the latest news that interests me (i.e., sports, computers & technology, food & dining, community & culture, business, etc.), and I constantly have the feeling that I’m missing a lot, even though I consider myself to be pretty efficient at processing information.

Modern software offers a multitude of ways of condensing many different information sources into one easily accessed program, such as web portals/directories, email newsletters, RSS feeds, news services, bulletin boards, forums, and many other formats. This is where the choices I mentioned become critical. Each person has to decide how they prefer to receive and process information, and choose the means appropriate to their personal learning style. I use the word ‘critical’ in the sense that it’s important to make good choices, as it is extremely easy to waste a lot of time & energy sifting through a multitude of less than optimal sources for information. The World Wide Web is HUGE, and, believe me, there are more crappy sites than good ones!

In today’s frenetic world, as it takes progressively greater efforts to keep up with daily life, it becomes attractive to many to just give up, to pay little or no attention to the integrity of one’s sources of information. It’s easier by far to NOT read the news (from numerous different sources, for purposes of verification and corroboration); for many, it is easier to sit down, stop thinking, and, listen to it on radio, or, more often these days, watch it on TV. After a hard day of work, where the need to be mentally alert is paramount, most folks don’t want to expend the energy required for reading and/or critical thought, ending up, usually, making little effort to ascertain the validity of what they see or hear. Only a small percentage of people regard thinking as relaxation, sadly enough.

Aha! At last we come to the key! The mind is not separate from the body, though we tend to speak of them as such. They are one organism, and the requirements for keeping one’s consciousness in optimal operating condition are the same as those for keeping physically healthy, to wit: adequate nourishment (accurate data), adequate rest (time for dreaming), and lots of exercise (cogitate, ponder, cerebrate, deduce, infer, reflect, reason, imagine, ruminate, invent, deliberate, meditate, consider, speculate, think!).

The last activity in the above paragraph, exercise, is indubitably the most important factor, though a balance of all three is, of course, essential to optimal health. The mind is just like a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it becomes. If you don’t use it, it becomes atrophied, flaccid and weak, good for little beyond deciding whether to pop the next beer before, or, after the commercial with the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders.

Once again, as life itself makes it clear, the choices we make in life are critical indicators of our direction, or lack of it. Those choices provide proof, personal responsibility is the ultimate deciding factor in determining the course of our lives. Choose ignorance and sloth, and life becomes an unending succession of making choices based on lowered expectations, a lifetime of limited opportunity. Choose to exercise the will, strive to evolve, and life becomes a wondrous landscape of enrichment, and, enlightenment, where everything perceived is interesting, serving as a springboard for the exploration of unimaginable vistas.

Of course, there is a great deal of middle ground between these two ideals, as with any subject involving people. It’s difficult to fit all human beans into the same jar…. we don’t always fit. I suppose it’s part of our charm to be unpredictable, rather like a pale imitation of reality itself….. It remains to be seen if we have sufficiently charmed the Universe into allowing us to proceed unmolested along the path to our destiny. Such situations seem to be self-correcting anyway, as we continue to do a pretty good job of molesting ourselves!

🙂

~~ gigoid~~

11/08/2004

First modified for blog use, on GoodBlogs.com, 7/12/2011

Last posted on WP on 7/16/2013


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Comedy_Tragedy

This poem is dedicated to ‘il NOEGO’

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If you press me to say why I loved him,
I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

~~ Michel Eyquem de Montaigne ~~

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Human Skin

A crazily-wise man, with no Ego, to speak of,
 said to me, Love is a contact sport, friend o’mine.
After serious drinking at the Pierian Trough,
the idea grew bolder, more true, like a good red wine.

‘Tisn’t a simple idea, even if ‘t sounds justly so;
complexity is quiet, most times, I’ve found,
sneaking round corners, hiding down below.
Ah, well. In for a penny, or a pound.

Quickly, as mist in unexpected breezes,
complex and simple merge, dancing a dance we all know.
Sometimes ‘t gives us naught but chokes, and wheezes,
other times, nothing will do, but to go with the flow.

Dancing with martial exactitude, kicking, punching,
Love fights in us, and, for us, at each and every instance.
With every block and strike, every joint crunching,
Balance brings Joy, at every turn, in every circumstance.

Thus, we see, Balance in Life brings Love,
in an odd, deeply human, roundabout way.

We seek it,
we feel it,
we make it,
we bring it,
we find it,
or,
we deny it,
we drop it,
we miss it,
we break it,
we lose it.

When Love touches us, or we touch Love,
we’re brought into Contact with Life, every day.

No need to keep score.
Everybody wins, and loses, forever more.
There are only ties, all the same.
 Life’s a full-contact, ever-changing game.

~~ gigoid ~~

12/28/2015


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Naked Pearls

Secrets of Life at Large, with examples

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“How much lies in laughter;
the cipher-key wherewith we decipher the whole man!
Some men wear an everlasting barren simper;
in the smile of others lies the cold glitter, as of ice;
the fewest are able to laugh what can be called laughing,
but only shiff and titter and sniggle from the throat outwards,
or at least produce some whiffing, husky cachinnation,
as if they were laughing through wool;
of none such comes good.
The man who cannot laugh is only fit
for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
but his own whole life
is already a treason and a stratagem.

~~ Thomas Carlyle ~~

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“Some call it laziness, I call it DEEP THOUGHT…”

~~ Definitive Bee ~~

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“The man who invented the zip fastener
was today honored with a lifetime peerage.
He’ll now be known as the Lord of the Flies.”

~~ Ronnie Barker ~~

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“I may not be totally perfect, but parts of me are excellent.”

~~ Ashleigh Brilliant ~~

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A Native American elder once described
his own inner struggles in this manner:
“Inside of me there are two dogs.
One of the dogs is mean and evil.
The other dog is good.
The mean dog fights the good dog all the time.”
When asked which dog wins,
he reflected for a moment and replied,
“The one I feed the most.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~

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“I before E except after C.
What a weird society!”

~~ Tricky Bee ~~

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“Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Learn as if you were to live forever.”

~~ Gandhi ~~

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“If astrology is superstitious,
then how come weather forecasting is a science?”

~~ Smarmy Bee ~~

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“I am a pastry.”

~~ John F. Kennedy in Berlin ~~

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“If you don’t want to be replaced by a machine, don’t act like one.”

~~ Arno Penzias ~~

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“All the troubles of man come from his not knowing how to sit still.”

~~ Blaise Pascal ~~


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Well, ffolkes, it’s done. At this point, I don’t believe I’m in any condition to judge it, so, we’ll let ‘er fly on ‘er own, & see how it goes…. I know for a fact, I can do better than much of this, so, what the hell, I’ll try again tomorrow…. See y’all then, if nothing untoward occurs to prevent me from getting to the computer….

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

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

Which is Why….

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

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


		
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15 thoughts on “If A, then B, C is odd, Z is imaginary….

  1. “crying” always gives me the goose bumps……my grandfather use to say about love….”I thought I was in love but in reality I was just hungry”….on his grave stone he had…”here lies GW….common sense should tell you that”……..chuq

    • Re: ‘Crying’: me, too. First time, and every time I hear it. Still does…

      A good epitaph, indeed…Your granddad was definitely a model curmudgeon, of extensive practice & experience… Then, logic and uncommon sense pokes me, & asks, “What if they buried him upright? Or, maybe, he was so crooked they had to screw him into the plot?”

      But, then, I’m also a practicing curmudgeon… I’ll be done practicing soon….

      😉

      gigoid, the dubious

    • No worries, mate; sorry to hear it…. If it’s metaphoric dust, try some Arm & Hammer…. the metaphoric kind… I find, at my age, some time walking & talking to myself helps… If I try to talk to anyone else, they only add dust…

      If it’s illness; try garlic

      Heart…. That’s all I got, bro…

      Feel better, friend….

      gigoid

  2. I drank some Apple cider vinegar
    It usually does the trick
    It’s just a really bad cold that I can’t seem to shake
    I am trying to clean up my work station where I do my art
    This last go round of my work has got my head all jam up
    Shit everywhere and pieces not fully completed
    I don’t know how it all got away from me but it sucks
    I wish you would take a look at some of my art
    It would give me a lift that I could really need
    As always Sheldon

  3. A major feeling in my life is when human makes God Z
    as imaginary less that A through Z and all thatis as Nature..
    then human becomes less than human.. and sure this
    is the case from the first male
    genital mutilation practice..
    i giggled when i first read
    the Gospel of Thomas where
    that Gnostic common sense
    Jesus says that this male
    genital mutilation practice
    is basically ridiculous
    and just another
    part of God
    Inherent as whole
    protection against
    the harsher elements
    of the Natural Environment.
    as us.. and GOD as WELL..
    For what i believe
    God iS
    as Mother Nature
    Truth and Light for NOW..
    some of the greaTest Godstians
    are Indians of all cultures past
    and present..
    and fairly many
    Atheists
    same..
    and Muslims
    at least are clued
    into that God IS ONE..
    above and beyond who
    believes that the syntax
    and semantics of this
    word or that
    word
    matches
    the essence of
    ALLTHATIS NOW
    SO sure.. i imagine
    Jesus.. Buddha.. Muhammad..
    probably the first Z guy Zoroaster
    are getting at the crux of the matter
    that yes God is REAL and GOD iS NOW
    but sure language differences warp
    the essence of Truth and Light
    here and theRE as humans
    are but a speck of dust
    of ALLTHATIS
    AKA
    GOD
    NOW AS
    NATURE TRUTH
    AND LIGHT AND
    SURE.. THE DARK AS WELL..
    SO.. i read your blog post here..
    as i am spinning around in the
    first real sunshine of a week..
    doing martial arts kicks
    sparring with my toes
    and privet bushes
    trimming leaves
    with speed
    of kick
    and
    toenails
    one.. and i think
    and feel oh so nice
    it is to be a human
    animal with
    Nature
    ONE
    as God
    AGAIN..
    God is no wimp..
    it should be evident
    in all of Nature and
    God’s Animal Kingdom
    ONE.. FERAL MALE CATS are among
    the friendliest of cats according to reputable
    Vets.. and sure there is a military metaphor
    here as well.. as working for the military for
    over two decades i can for sure say
    Feral men are the kindest loving
    unconditional men who have
    done war.. in the trenches
    where the color
    of blood
    is all
    the same..
    and sure i am the
    test for that as weak
    men picked fun at me..
    the weird unbalanced
    nerd autistic
    boy and
    man
    i was then..
    THEY always treated
    me like a human being
    no less than me.. as THEY were
    strong enough inside not to have
    bring the weaker among them down
    further and that is the truth.. as they
    were all shipmates.. woman and man
    black or white.. even the don’t ask
    don’t tell among them..
    were all one crew
    of one ship..
    but it was the struggle..
    the fight of life that made
    them the best Lovers of Life..
    not the pampered ways of smart
    phones.. that never fight back..
    we are human.. and until
    we establish our ability
    to stand our ground we all
    always be less loving than
    our potential offense and
    defense of
    Loving Best..
    Becoming the strongest
    quickest kicker has made me
    perhaps the most Loving of all
    the males around me where i live..
    the poetry comes from the dark as
    the weakness and pain leaves the
    human heart.. and Martial Heartist
    is what i am now.. as the strong and
    courageous tough pArts of Human
    make them the most
    Loving animal
    that can be..
    but domesticate
    us into worms and
    we will be no less than
    angry tamed wolves..
    there is the call of
    God that will always
    be the Call of the Wild
    and Free of the most Loving
    Animal that can be
    us when Wild
    Free and
    Kind
    in
    Courage
    as WE.. NOW..
    So sure.. Bruce Lee
    is the closest human
    to Jesus i know..
    he will walk
    a way
    from a fight
    when necessary
    but he will F in turn over
    a money changer table
    in a heart beat.. when
    necessary.. and sure
    he knows that those
    who live by the
    sword will
    die by
    the sword
    but some things
    life like the Call
    of the Wild in God’s
    Nature of Freedom
    are worth dying for
    then and now..
    but sure
    until folks
    like me and Yellow
    Boy have truly tasted the
    Call of the Wild.. they have
    never even lived at all.. the
    Devil is truly Domesticated
    man.. and the Angel
    is the Wild
    Wolf Call
    of the
    Wild that still
    lives in the KIND
    OF
    US
    WITH GOD AS
    THE MOST NOBLE
    WOLF OF ALLTHATIS..
    i AM THE BEAST..
    AND WILL
    NEVER BE
    ASHAMED
    TO BE THE
    BEAST THAT
    GOD
    MAKES
    ME WILD
    AND FREE
    AND LOVING SAME..
    AND I CAN F IN PROVE
    THE BEFORE AND AFTER
    OF THE DEVIL WEAK
    AND THE
    ANGEL
    STRONG
    AFTER THE
    PAIN OF WEAK
    GOES
    AWAY
    AND
    i
    come AGAIN..
    aLive Human Being
    God’s child i am NOW..
    Martial HeARtist FREE.. A BEAST..:)

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