A facility for gasping at flaws….


“Just by choosing where you stand,
You alter your destiny.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~



Image from a Tweet by @LimaChely

Hajime…. Finding our natural rhythm, once lost under the sands of time and circumstance, can take time, even if one is treading the proper path. The damage done by neglect over time is just as deep as that incurred quickly, adding to the frustrations that come with any such effortful task. But, small steps get one to the same place as long strides, thus taking the time needed to make sure one remains on the correct path. Or, as is commonly stated by those wise ones on the streets, “Keep on truckin’!….

All that said, it merely means I’m late again; different reason, but, the rhythm remains the same. The result is, I’m again sitting here, with nothing really done for this Pearl, beyond picking a picture for the top, and a couple quotes to go with it. Such is the life of a blogger, I suppose, meaning I’d best get to it….

Some will be fresh, but, some will be either archived, or, someone else’s work that fits in with today’s theme, whatever it is…. I’m not the person to ask, because I couldn’t tell you until it’s nearly done; I never know until then, as the process demands a certain degree of unconsciously directed thought and choices…. Trust me; I’ve been doing this a while now; it’s best not to fuck with the process, lest it fall apart at the seam…. Only the one, so, we try to be careful….

Sure we do….. Regardless of any near-untruths we may use here in the intro, we/I do try to avoid it altogether; if seen here, one may regard it as a necessary nod to expediency, and forgive us our trespass…. Or, not; we/I care not…. Just trying to be like the universe….. Innovative, unpredictable Change, often more rapid than we can believe, or handle, is the Norm, so, we/I do try to keep up in that respect. To do so today, and, in the interests of maintaining the small degree of efficiency so far displayed this year, I’ll get us over to the oyster beds the most efficient way, with my mind, and the power of the Metaphorse…. Watch closely….

Shall we Pearl?….

“The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence.
When mindfulness embraces those we love
 they will bloom like flowers.”

~~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~~



Eric Clapton

Image from http://www.last.fm via Google Images

I feel like some of the Best this morning; for me, as a guitar playing singing fool, there’s only one guitarist who can claim that title today…. There may be someone better than Eric, but, I’ve never heard them, or seen them, so….. he’ll do for today…. Enjoy, ffolkes; this is as good as it gets…. Oh, turn it up….. All the way…..


Eric Clapton Unplugged






Lao Tzu, Laughing

I didn’t have time to rant, so, here is an old-school pearl of nine gems, beginning and ending with some appropriate comments from Shakespeare, on the subject of the Decline and Fall of the American Dream….


The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

~~ William Shakespeare — Hamlet, Act ii, Sc. 2 ~~

“There are those who claim that magic is like the tide; that it swells and fades over the surface of the earth, collecting in concentrated pools here and there, almost disappearing from other spots, leaving them parched for wonder. There are also those who believe that if you stick your fingers up your nose and blow, it will increase your intelligence.” — “The Teachings of Ebenezum, Volume VII”

“Blood is a cleansing and sanctifying thing, and the nation that regards it as the final horror has lost its manhood … there are many things more horrible than bloodshed, and slavery is one of them.” — Padraic Pearse

“Courses of action which run only to be justified in terms of practicality ultimately prove destructive and impractical.” — Mark B. Cohen

“Democracy is a form of government that substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few. In democracy, what you get generally is bad government by a bully, tempered by the pen of several newspaper editors.” — George Bernard Shaw — Man and Superman (1903) Maxims for Revolutionists: Democracy

“If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them.” — Isaac Asimov

“A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better   lawyer.” — Robert Frost

“Bill Clinton’s tax-and-spend policies will create a recession in America.” — Vice President Dan Quayle in New Jersey, 10/19/92. — He did not go on to distinguish between the predicted Clinton recession and the current Bush recession. — (reported in the Philadelphia Inquirer, 10/20/92)

“He must needs go that the devil drives.”

~~William Shakespeare, All ‘s Well that Ends Well, Act i, Sc. 3 ~~


INCOMPOSSIBLE, adj.  Unable to exist if something else exists. Two things are incompossible when the world of being has scope enough for one of them, but not enough for both — as Walt Whitman’s poetry and God’s mercy to man.  Incompossibility, it will be seen, is only incompatibility let loose. Instead of such low language as “Go heel yourself — I mean to kill you on sight,” the words, “Sir, we are incompossible,” would convey an equally significant intimation and in stately courtesy are altogether superior.” — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”


    So, after the quote, you expected someone else?…. Enjoy, ffolkes; definitely one of the treasures of humanity, right here on the page you see….

Election Day, November, 1884

If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing
and disappearing,
Nor Oregon’s white cones—nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes—nor Mississippi’s stream:
—This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name—the still small voice vibrating—America’s
choosing day,
(The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the quadriennial choosing,)
The stretch of North and South arous’d—sea-board and inland—Texas to Maine—the Prairie States—Vermont,
Virginia, California,
The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and conflict,
The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,
Yet more than all Rome’s wars of old, or modern Napoleon’s:) the peaceful choice of all,
Or good or ill humanity—welcoming the darker odds, the dross:
—Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify—while the heart pants, life glows:
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell’d Washington’s, Jefferson’s, Lincoln’s sails.

~~Walt Whitman~~



Naked Pearls

Short Shots on Life at Large


“O, well,
you win some, you lose some,
but you gotta get dressed for ’em all.”

~~ Susan Kenney ~~


“A Lie is still a Lie, even if you believe it.”

~~ Honest Bee ~~


“Never let yesterday use up today.”

~~ Wise Bee ~~


“What is defeat?
Nothing but education,
nothing but the first step toward something better.”

~~ Wendell Phillips ~~


“When you are content to be simply yourself
and don’t compare or compete,
everybody will respect you.”
~~ Lao-Tzu ~~


“But where shall I start?
The world is so fast, I shall start with the country I know best, my own.
But my country is so very large,
I had better start with my town.
But my town, too, is large.
I had best start with my street.
No, my home.
No, my family.
Never mind, I shall start with myself.”

~~ Elie Wiesel ~~


“Give more than take.”

~~ Anthony J. D’Angelo, The College Blue Book ~~


When all is done, human life is,
at the greatest and the best,
but like a froward child,
that must be played with and humoured a little
to keep it quiet till it falls asleep,
and then the care is over.

~~ Sir William Temple — Miscellanea, Part ii, Of Poetry ~~


“Where does it go when you flush?”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~


Whew! I wasn’t sure I could do it, but, as usual, trusting the process, and, maintaining an unconscious direction, saved the day. So to speak.

What the hell? It’s done; in the final analysis, who gives a crap what else happened? We cannot afford such weakness; hence, this offering. I do hope you enjoy it, or, if nothing else, it pisses you off; any reaction will do…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, as long as the world keeps spinning along….

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.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….


13 thoughts on “A facility for gasping at flaws….

  1. Don’t generally comment first on my own posts, but, after looking it over, I’m thinking I need to trust the process, and myself…. If I say so myself, it came out well…. Not to mention the perfect appropriateness of Walt’s poem; I wept at the last stanza, for all the reasons given in the section above it….

    I’m still weeping, as I type this, even though the very last pearl fixes any sadness, by it’s all-too-Zippy nature…. Too weird to be anything but real…..

    gigoid, the dubious


    • America’s first gay atheist superstar! I’d wager you’re pretty familiar with his entire Song of Myself, in all its epic glory…. I think it would be easy to dance to while reciting, or reading it out loud…

      • From what i’ve read of Whitman.. which isn’t everything and truly limited to Leaves of Grass.. he sees the same God as Nature.. as the gnostic Jesus.. and sees the soul as transcendent and immortal.. that would put him in the territory of panentheism.. per technical Wiki Terms..
        so he does go beyond Nature
        somewhat to non-defined
        science lands of
        Nature now then..
        but of course now..
        humans and science don’t
        have nearly all the concrete answers
        to existence.. and even Quantum Physics
        is beginning to show a flow of reality
        like water
        of concrete
        as metaphor of
        course.. ’cause sure..
        water is concrete in terms
        of linguists.. smiles.. and
        it’s really nice to see a
        celebration of all
        the beauty
        of human
        being as great
        and same as one
        as pArt of GOD ONE
        as Nature true and whatever
        is Nature beyond human and
        human aided eyes..
        and truly
        in a way
        even if we
        do not ever exist
        after the death of us..
        with genetic memory in
        innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive..
        way now we carry the immortality
        of our ancestors in our genes.. a wonderful
        gift by the sweat of their brow.. blood of their
        skin.. broken bones.. pain.. and suffering to allow
        us this wonderful gift of life.. and truly i feel when
        we don’t make the best of it..
        we spit on the graves
        of the now immortal
        soul that is paved
        with blood
        and bones
        and skin
        as well as
        pain and suffering
        of our forefathers
        and foremothers
        as well.. wow..
        if Whitman
        were alive today..
        he would do what i do
        and sure do even more to
        celebrate the naked beauty
        of human free now.. from
        bone to flesh
        to skin
        to beating
        throbbing hearts
        passionate and
        alive and
        as leaves
        of grass.. evergreen
        with SpiRit of Life now..
        sure.. i compared Bruce Lee
        to the Gnostic fame of
        Jesus.. and
        is wRite
        theRe at the top
        of the pack and perhaps
        even above.. as truly
        worshipping the
        gift of Life
        that all
        encompassing God
        of Nature gives us now..
        and surely a warm shower..
        a soft bed.. and toilet paper
        is the icing on the grass of
        my friend
        gigoid.. truly as whole
        Leaves of Grass.. in just
        a few paragraphs of it..
        is all i read of poeTry
        before naturAlly
        and emotion
        together in doing it..
        it truly is free verse to me..
        and i’m so glad that i really
        hated poetry thinking it was
        boring when i was young..
        as it is my own
        way now..
        and not the
        copy and paste
        of someone else’s
        way of art.. same as
        martial arts and dance
        i am so thankful to the
        God of Nature i never
        took a lesson
        and am not
        to the
        of humans who
        pass my friend.. tHeir
        immortal souls in my
        genetics is all the
        lessons i need
        for now..
        may your leaves
        stay green my friend..
        in the liGht of God’s Sun..:)

          • Life is funny, ironic, a lot of the time… or, maybe I’m just ironically programmed to see that… Anyway, it’s funny today because what you just wrote rather summarizes, and well, the post I just put up for today…. which is really two posts, the first of which I re-blogged from another site…. They go together, as the first is a big part of the rant I wrote for today….a long one, to be sure, but, I think, quite cogent and truthful…. It’s sure as hell all me…

            Leelu has been waiting very patiently for me to finish and get over the foulness with which I awoke today, for unknown reasons…. Now it has turned into a full out PTSD weeping/sadness session, which five minutes of playing her will cure for the day…. She is teaching me more each day, about myself, than I’ve learned in 60 fucking years…. silly creatures, both of us….

            See ya, my friend, a bit scattered today….

            Love you

            Ned, aka gigoid, etc…..

          • Amis,

            There is much truth in that; I’ve been retired, and, occasionally, re-tired, for about 5 years now, & know the real perk it possesses…. control of one’s own time.

            The implied ‘But’ is this; both my retirements, which afford me comfort if not affluence, are both from government organizations, both of which are under attack by the oligarchy, and, not as reliable as could be expected, given the uncertainty of the future…. Part of my need to regain my health & strength is that I foresee a time when I may actually need to support myself without the dubious aid of our ‘beloved ruling class’, who so generously allow me to use the money they’ve been holding for me all these years….

            But, I’m enjoying the space it gives me (space and time being intimately interrelated), and will, for the time it lasts….

            But, I’ll never beg, or submit to them, so, I’d best be ready for whatever comes….

            Don’t know why I had to rant so much; just finished a big one….

            SIGH…. angst is a silly thing, isn’t it?

  2. “Just by choosing where you stand,
    You alter your destiny.”
    ~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

    Yup that’s me….
    good post,love Walt Whitman….
    I’ve taken a stance..
    Bloody Saudis…..and their ‘ilk’
    bin bags…yuk..
    too much Plastic….grin

    • You’ll like the post(s) for today, I think, as well…

      Thanks; I’ve been putting a lot into these, so, nice to hear you’re enjoying them….

      Plastic just MAY have been our WORST idea ever, and the one that breaks the camel’s back….

      Cya, milady…


  3. SMiLes.. there are way too many coincidences
    in our two posts including a representation
    of Mary in the last video titled “Tropico”..
    and all the associated
    ‘rape’ of women
    in all the
    that comes
    in.. for there to
    be any coincidence
    but synchronicity in life
    today my friend.. and for the
    God of Nature i know.. and feel
    the greater we are a pArt of God
    of Nature.. the greater the ART and
    Tapestry of Synchronicity is illustrated
    in our lives like real magic.. the closer
    i get to God of Nature the more i and
    others become an Art of God in play
    of real life now.. truly there is more
    to the Quantum Human as well
    as the rest of Nature when
    unleashed and released
    as fuller Quantum
    Nature through
    human relative
    free will
    of fuller human
    potential when truly
    wild and free.. escaping
    the true Matrix of human
    tools from Written Language
    to collective recorded human
    Intelligence to all of what
    makes the liGht and
    DArk of human
    cultures from
    bombs to the
    toilet paper that
    eases the itch of
    rears.. and for me
    to re-Tire is a state
    of being and hell no
    not an economic security
    only.. as there is no security
    other than human relative free will
    of being in control of our own regulation
    of emotions and integration of our senses
    in total as mindful aware human being.. the
    Yogi’s Understand this.. and all other balanced
    human beings.. who live by the true power of the
    mind and body balance.. when it lives refreshed
    in a constant state of rejuvenation.. and sure
    it can be done with human relative
    free will as already proven
    in the Eastern Arts
    of moving
    and philosophy
    as such that carries
    a human balanced and
    strong from born again
    like this until the last
    dying die of balance
    with Nature
    True as
    as One
    Force of uS
    now just now in
    where tires
    are the tires of human
    being that constantly retread
    over a lifetime and never come
    to the cruel bare wheel of a culture
    gone insane.. to bring a human down
    to total animal exhaustion now aka Hans
    Selye’s “General Adaptation Syndrome”…
    i had all the money i could ever then
    need.. beyond my wife’s shopping
    habits.. when i ‘retired’ disabled
    from truly General Adaptation
    Syndrome from two years
    of flight or fight stress
    with or without
    my Federal retirement
    but no i was far from retired
    as there was zero rubber
    left on my wheels..
    the golden
    of federal
    cut all the way
    to the bone.. where
    i became tHeir slave for
    that monetary lifetime
    reward of pay and
    health insurance..
    my disabled
    wife with epilepsy
    then.. before she
    was assessed
    as disabled
    and received assistance
    for her lifelong permanent
    disability.. yes.. those
    golden handcuffs
    where i came
    to believe that
    no matter what..
    i had to do that
    last decade of
    work.. a reward..
    was what almost killed
    me.. and my superior’s knew
    very well they could have me do
    anything they wanted me to do..
    no matter how far over
    my capacity as
    a human
    as i was
    a commodity
    to them and not
    even a frigging human
    being.. yeah.. i beat the
    system.. it did not kill me
    and only took 66 months of
    my life away from culture
    and that was the best
    pain i ever had
    to truly
    escape all the
    lies i know and feel
    of cultures and religions
    now.. so much time then for
    introspection.. that most
    people likely never find
    in life today
    escape from
    the matrix of culture..
    and all that comes with
    that.. nah.. i will never fully
    escape.. as culture is necessary
    for an insanely large population
    of humans evolved for
    150 to 200 sets
    of eyes
    to survive..
    but this matrix
    no.. no longer controls
    me.. i control it to the
    satisfaction of the
    rubber now
    that never
    ends on my wheels..
    and i will fulfill my human
    excellence in dreams instead
    of nightmares as long as this
    wave lasts.. yes i will
    ride it in balance
    to the best of
    my ability
    and at the
    at least
    i will be able to
    say i lived it’s
    a hell of a better
    ride.. with me surfing
    it instead of someone
    else surfing me.. sMiles..;)

  4. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:


    It’s been four days since I posted, back on All Fool’s Day. I’ve been busy out in the BBR, NOT sitting, so, not much done here in cyberspace. To sublimate, and let y’all know I’m still alive, (surprise!…), here is a rather decent Pearl from early in 2016, during the last stages of my trip to Hell & Back…. I hope you enjoy it as much as I’m enjoying regaining some of my youthful vigor. I’ll be back relatively soon, so, hang in there. Be well, & happy, and all that other good stuff….

    Dubiously yours….

    gigoid, the dubious


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