Idiosyncratic lizards pull less weight….


“The world is ruled by feelings, not reason.”

~~ Zen-ish Bee ~~

Dusk in the Spanish Arch

Dusk at Murphy’s Bar

Spanish Arch, Galway

Hajime…. Today’s Pearl may be a bit choppy, both in appearance and overall impact. Can’t be helped. No excuses offered, nor, most likely, desired, or, if offered, accepted. ‘S okay by me. I’m too strange today to worry about it. The nice thing, sometimes, about being so fucking weird nobody else understands you is: nobody asks for favors. Nor, with good reason, do they approach one unnecessarily, and the ‘necessary’ is the part I get to decide. Goodie for me….

So, how y’all been? Me, I’ve been getting stranger all the time, and, I like it. Of course, it does get a bit lonely at times, but, believe me, the perks outweigh the burden of solitude. Besides, solitude is only a burden when one has a fear of being alone; I, like most curmudgeons and, for that matter, Smart Bees, have no such fear, having long ago come to terms with such ignorant reactions to childish fears. I treasure my solitude, for it makes the time spent with those I love that much more poignant, and sweet.

All that said, to little purpose, as usual, we’ll shorten your torture, and get on with the slow, as per the instructions on the package. Should you find yourselves without merit or direction, well, you’re on your own. But, if you need a hand, ours will be there, held out for you to grab. We hope. That we would if we could is a given; whether we are able is yet another question we cannot answer. Life is full of disappointments, so, we’d all best get used to it. Since that is the case, let us be off, without further nonsense from the aforesaid deponent, who prefereth to sayeth not…. at least, not any more….

Told ya I was strange today….

Shall we Pearl?….

“If man evolved from the ape, how come there are still apes around?”

“Some of them were given choices.”

~~ Johnny Hart’s comic strip B.C. ~~



The Yardbirds

Image from via Google Images

The forerunner of all future supergroups, the Yardbirds were composed of five musicians, all of whom went on to become superstars in their own right…. These guys were the pioneers of modern rock & roll, ffolkes, and, they were hot…. Enjoy… How can you not, with Clapton, Page, Beck, and the boys showing their genius, at an early age….. Just look at those baby faces!…..


The Yardbirds Live
Full Album





We the People...

    I began a long, wandering introspective piece yesterday, but, have not finished it; proper self-examination cannot be hurried. So, here is a relatively short rant, on our old buddies, the assholes who comprise our Beloved Ruling Class, (thanks for that term to Joel Rosenberg)…. Enjoy! Hell, why not? I did….

From 2/3/2013:

“A power has risen up in the government greater than the people themselves, consisting of many and various and powerful interests, combined into one mass, and held together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in the banks.”  — Johann L. Uhland (1787-1862) — Speech, May 27, 1836

Mr. Uhland is correct in his observation, if a bit slow in making it. The usurpation of the US Constitution and the Bill of Rights began within moments of its adoption as law, and has been continuing on a daily basis ever since. In the fight against that usurpation, a major battle was lost sometime around the middle of the 19th century, around 1836 or so, when a corrupt federal judge, at the insistence of his corporate masters, approved a legal decision that gave corporations the same rights as people, opening the door to further machinations by which the banks and corporations could, have, and continue to, steal from the public without consequence…..

Today, there is a new push to reform some of the laws that enable the moneylenders to control society as they do; the concept of corporate personhood is under fire by an enraged public, tired of the endless cycle of working to try to get ahead, only to find that there is no path visible to go anywhere but down. As that astute social philosopher, George Carlin, pointed out, they (the bankers and corporate rogues) don’t want a populace capable of critical thinking; they just want workers smart enough to operate the machines, but not smart enough to wonder why they are doing so for so little compensation.

Modern technology has, thanks to the Internet, made keeping this issue out of the public eye impossible, and the corporate stranglehold on society is being challenged much more often. In one sense, this new-found spread of information is holding back the needed changes, as a lot of energy is dissipated in the public discourse that might otherwise build up into the kind of frustration that leads to revolution, and societal upheaval. But, it is also making it much harder for the miscreants who want to control everyone else keep their machinations out of the public eye. There are too many holes for them to plug….

The power these self-serving assholes hold over the rest of us is accustomed to being able to hide from public scrutiny, and I’m sure there will be attempts made to curtail some of the information they are concerned about making common knowledge. In fact, according to some of my latest email updates from the EFF (Electronic Frontier Foundation), there are a number of bills trying to get forced through Congress, without public discussion when possible, that are intended to limit the freedom of speech that is currently unrestricted, for the most part. A recent setback occurred when an honest judge (i.e., one that stayed bought….) rewarded his corporate masters with a decision regarding cell phones that is a serious threat to a number of technological freedoms…. In other words, the fight continues today, and it is just as important today as it was back in 1776, and 1836, when the battle was joined…

The Beloved Ruling Class, and their corporate owners, will do all they can to limit the public’s awareness of what they are doing, and they will continue to try to erode the rights of the common man. They have, by their historical behavior, and their current actions, indicated their intent quite clearly… and that intent is to arrange matters so that what they want is law, and the rest of us can go fuck ourselves silly…. because they don’t care. These people are not concerned with anything that does not serve their own ends, and will lie, cheat, steal, and kill to maintain their power…. This is not supposition, this is fact, based on history, and on observation of current events….

I guess the only real question to be answered is, how long are the rest of us going to allow them to have their way? They are killing us all with their indifference to anything but their own purposes, and we are letting them do it. Myself, I’m getting a bit tired of it, and would like to see society become a bit more active in the resistance shown to the chicanery toward the rest of us, all perpetrated by the Powers That Be… up to and including revolution…. But, then, that’s me…. I’m a bit impatient, and I’m tired of their shit….. I’m hoping more people are getting that way, as our only hope of survival in the long run is to kick the bastards out…..

“All the world over, I will back the masses against the classes.” — William Ewart Gladstone (1809-1898)



Dead Hands,Typing…

Puzzled anew by anomalous blocks of pain
caught, bemused, chained to routine, insane.
Stilled within breathless beauty
Engaging epiphany, insistent, called to duty.

Knees bent in lieu of a faithful rendition
suffuses, confuses, locked into stale perdition.
Clearing corrosion with hands encased in stone
Singular frozen follicles, masked by bone.

Partial focus brings unfiltered flavors to light
coloring each particle in simple delight.
Forlorn, novel conceptual artists singing in tune
nine notes in harmony, soft as the moon.

Honed blades of carbon steel flash in rhyme,
filling sensual receptors well past closing time.
Borrowed from neighbors in a week-old game
still bloody, without a proper name.

No flooded memories can justify such cost
no simple stationery, bilious, afraid, lost.
Ten times ten will never be enough
To fill so empty a stolen trough.

Bartering simplicity takes well into the night
solidly temporary pillars turned bright.
Unknown to all the pretty children who came
none were called, none had any remaining flame.

~~ gigoid ~~



About Hopi Indian Symbols

Naked Pearls

Consensus at Large


“I count life just a stuff
To try the soul’s strength on.”

~~ Robert Browning — In a Balcony ~~


“The truth is incontrovertible.
Malice may attack it.
Ignorance may deride it.
But in the end, there it is.”

~~ Winston Churchill ~~


“Courage is the willingness of a person
to stand up for his beliefs in the face of great odds.
Chutzpah is doing the same thing
wearing a Mickey Mouse hat.”

~~ Yiddish Bee ~~


On Monday, when the sun is hot,
I wonder to myself a lot;
‘Now is it true, or is it not,
‘That what is which and which is what?’

“On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.”

“On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it’s true
That who is what and what is who.”

~~ A.A. Milne, Winnie The Pooh ~~


Virtue is not left to stand alone.
He who practices it will have neighbors.

~~ Confucius ~~


The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.

 ~~ George Eliot ~~


“Every animal knows more than you do.”

~~ Nez Perce Proverb ~~


“Now I’m having INSIPID THOUGHTS about the beautiful, round
and being approached by SMALL BOYS selling FRUIT..”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~


“All in favor say aye.”

~~ Chairman Bee ~~


Having completed my chosen duty, I’ll forgo any further torturous, winding exclamations, in favor of this short, sweet fare-the-well…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes…. it seems there is no way to prevent me from doing so, short of killing me, and, so far, nobody big or bad enough has shown up to give it a shot….. Hah!…..

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….


8 thoughts on “Idiosyncratic lizards pull less weight….

  1. Love your poem Dead hands typing! Also love the Yardbirds. For my 13th birthday my Mum and Dad ( rather amazingly for that day and time 1966) bought me two tickets for a Rolling Stones Concert at the Albert hall. They even arranged for the son of a friend who was about 18yrs to take me and look after me…Though I thought I was grown up enough to look after myself …actually in the end I was glad he was there.
    Mum and Dad excelled themselves they even got us a box! The point of this rambling reminiscence ? After the Rolling Stones the Yardbirds are my very favourite group. I saw both together at the Albert Hall.
    Thanks Mum and Dad ( both long, long gone) I dread to think what they went without to buy those seats in a box at the Albert Hall. I was grateful I loved it!! thanks for the memory!xxxxxxxxxxx

    • You’re more than welcome… especially since your comment brought back some memories of my own… Never got to see the ‘birds, but, I’ve seen the Stones a number of times on their US tours… so, I can imagine what seeing them together would be like very well… to wit: superb!….

      Glad you enjoyed today’s post, milady….




  2. Funny how life
    works in terms of
    and creating.. it seems
    that any one or two of
    the other pArt of three
    can bRinG that paRt(s)
    alive as
    reality.. and
    until i received
    my first creative
    spark that i could
    actually feel inside
    in the beginning of
    end of February
    beginning of
    March 2013
    oh such a
    before then
    so much more..
    as i wrote and wrote
    and wrote from wake to
    sleep since Thanks giving
    day of 2010.. and could not
    feel anything but pain., and
    truly the absence of emotion
    then is the most horrible
    of life’s experience
    that i’ve ever
    felt then..
    PoeTry eventuAlly
    connected the empty
    shells of letters and
    words to the
    heArt.. SpiRit
    heArt lost
    before iN
    a soUl as mind and
    body so unbalanced
    with only the analytical
    mind left in those empty
    shells of words of me..
    Anyway.. the first
    8 million words
    was worth the
    ticket to
    bRinG the
    next 3 million
    alive as me..
    and the
    to be the fuel
    of the SonG oF
    mY soUL my friEnd..
    iN addition.. my advice
    to anyone who could
    not move.. connect
    or create.. would
    be to
    and create
    in someway
    to bRinG that
    Human triNiTy
    of Love
    it dam
    sure works
    for me.. at least
    my friend.. and the
    paths are infinite
    for all
    at this
    place of
    Unconditional Love
    for Life and others
    same and for the
    rest of Nature

    • Your journey to NOW has been an epic one, my friend. As I reached the end of the above, my first, and probably best thought, was, “Aren’t we both/all fortunate that the words written by J.R.R. Tolkien in the Ring Trilogy are pure truth, to wit: “All who wander are not lost.”…..?

      I’m positive of that, if of nothing else…. as well as fortunate for having reached a NOW where you and I connected….

      Leelu & I are training hard today, & I must go out… but, I’ll finish that other post when I’m back, & she’s settled…

      On the move, and liking it….

      Love to you both,


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