The Last Bus to Procyon IV….


“Be virtuous and you will be eccentric.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

Late bus in Galway

Where’s that dang bus?

Bird in a hurry, Galway

Hajime…. Well, hell…. I didn’t win the billion dollar jackpot, so, I guess I’ll get this done…. Personally, today, I got nothin’. I’m tired, it’s raining. and I hurt, everywhere…. But, then, what else is new? I’m not complaining, though, in truth, I could. I’m good at it. But, I’ll forgo any such indulgence, in favor of getting on with what I need to do to get this posted. Thankfully, that isn’t much, considering very little of it is fresh…. We have a fresh old-school pearl, and, some rather nice music from our old friend Camille Saint-Saëns; the poem is an older one of mine, and the ranting section, well, you’ll have to see for yourself, as we went to the archives for a bit of fun.

All that said, to our consistently little purpose, I suggest we head right over to the oyster beds, without any further silliness, or even, sobriety. In fact, we’ll just do this the easy way…. How, you may ask, could this be any easier? Simple. Watch this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“How could the drops of water know them”selves to be a river?
Yet the river flows on.”

~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~~



    Since I’m putting this together in rather a rush, so to speak, we’ll go with one of my favorite composers, and one of his first published works…. Abondanza!…..


Camille Saint-Saëns
Symphony No.1 in E-flat major





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    As previously noted, I got nothin’…. Well, not precisely, I suppose; I do have the archives. Guess where today’s material for this section came from? Yep…. Hey, look at it this way; no rant. In fact, this one is more of a laugh than a rant…. I hope so, anyway…. Enjoy, ffolkes; tomorrow I’ll be ranting afresh, so, fair warning….

From 9/12/2012:

This is an old school pearl for your reading pleasure, or nearest approximation of same…. a bit different, with some internal comments from yours truly (in parentheses for your convenience….), to give directional hints that may or may not lead you to the point being developed…. but, funny, at least, as far as I can make them….

“… But when he [the people’s champion] has disposed of foreign enemies by conquest or treaty, and there is nothing to fear from them, then he is always stirring up some war or other, in order that the people may require a leader.” — Plato (428-348? B.C.), “The Republic”

(When I read this, or sentiments like it, I always get a picture in my head of the two Bushes…. GW and GHW, otherwise known as the Senior Shrub and the Junior Shrub, or vice versa…. The national mourning that took place yesterday is the best example of their work in this arena….)

“My first American ancestor, gentlemen, was an Indian-an early Indian.  Your ancestors skinned him alive, and I am an orphan.  All those Salem witches were ancestors of mine.  Your people made it tropical for them…. The first slave brought into New England out of Africa was an ancestor of mine-for I am a mixed breed, an infinitely shaded and exquisite Mongrel.” — Mark Twain (1835-1910)

(Me too! I loved this when I first saw it, back in High School, a VERY LONG time ago… so long ago, it was hot off the press…… The best part is, every one of those folks who believe themselves to be blue-blooded Americans are exactly the same make-up… There are very few real pure-bloods left anywhere in the world, and certainly not in a country with the diverse population we have….. we’re all, technically speaking, close to being “mutts”, every one of us…..)

“Faced with the choice between changing one’s mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof.” — Galbraith’s Law

(I am reminded of those folks who are busy trying to convince everyone that they aren’t against Obama because he’s black, and then turn around and support R&R, who have all but guaranteed to return racism and bigotry to government….. Hell, just look at one of their primary talking point slogans, the key part of which is, and I quote, “…we’ll take America back….” Take it back? From whom? From other Americans? Does this mean the current government aren’t real Americans? That sounds suspiciously of both racism, AND treason, to me…..)

“The clinching proof of my reasoning is that I will cut anyone who argues further into dog meat.” — Sir Geoffery de Tourneville (ca. 1350)

(Ah, the good old days…. sometimes, I wish we would see someone in the House, or the Senate, say this at the end of a speech, just to see if anyone is paying attention…)

“Somewhere in suburban Honolulu, an unemployed bellhop is whipping up a batch of illegal psilocybin chop suey!!” — Zippy the Pinhead

(Okay, I admit it… this one isn’t part of the message inherent in the other quotes…. I just like it….. Though, now that I think about it, the fact that it is entirely possible this is true, does say something about the subject at hand, to wit: society and government thereof…. What it says could be paraphrased as “If God is in charge here, I am angry; if He is not, I am frightened….” — Smart Bee)

No one ever made laws keeping people from making fools of themselves. — Smart Bee

(This is a wonderful end point for this discussion, or at least, it is such an ending for the discussion going on in my head….. I think this is very, very true, sadly…. Moreover, I believe that the laws we do pass actually are the proof of the pudding, in terms of people making fools of themselves…. especially when we try to legislate morality…..)

That’s enough mental torture for one day….. I hope the conclusion these quotes led to is clear…. if not, well, that’s okay, because I never hold quizzes…. and hopefully, you got a chuckle or two from reading it…. and if not, well, console yourself with the fact that it is done…..



Unheralded Sagacity…

To many, who will not see beyond their nose
the world becomes a dangerous place,
a bullet in every gun, a thorn with every rose,
no magic comes to save us, reality leaves no trace.

Minds closed, wrapped tight in manufactured fears,
men become clay, easily molded into complacent form.
No chains needed, held in thrall for years,
lies become gospel, when dishonesty is the norm.

Shed the chains you wear in durance, in kind;
Oh, ye of little faith, and much doubt
Strength is found in an unfettered mind,
Cry “freedom” with a great shout.

No help from any gods can hinder so much
as our own lack of confidence;
finding the light within, knowing it as such
confirms us, becoming consequence.


~~ gigoid ~~



About Hopi Indian Symbols

    Here we have an odd little pearl of nine stars; I’m a bit unsure exactly where it leads, but, given the contents, it has to be somewhere worth going, at least to pick up whatever is there for us to find…. Not a bad way to end this, I should think…. But, then we know what can happen in such cases, so, perhaps I’ll merely leave you to it, for better, or for even better…. Enjoy the ride!….

“Shall I show you the muscular training of a philosopher? “What muscles are those?”–A will undisappointed; evils avoided; powers daily exercised; careful resolutions; unerring decisions.” — Epictetus (c. 60 AD) — Wherein consists the Essence of Good, — Discourses, Book ii, Chap. viii

“O to be self-balanced for contingencies! O to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs as trees and animals do!” — Walt Whitman

“In the carriages of the past you can’t go anywhere.” — Maxim Gorky (1868-1936)

“Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul. Only kindness can do that.” — Jean Baptiste Henri Lacordaire

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.” — Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

“Instead of being born again, why not just grow up?” — Logical Bee

“Pain of mind is worse than pain of body.” — Publilius Syrus

“Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.

~~ Alfred Tennyson — In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 5 ~~


With a bit of help from Leelu, who was kind enough to be patient waiting for her morning play time, it’s done. Rather than draw this out any further, which would be both inefficient, and cruel, I’ll show some restraint, and merely say, see y’all tomorrow, as long as the Space/Time Continuum hangs together that long…. As noted previously, the odds are good on that….

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….


11 thoughts on “The Last Bus to Procyon IV….

  1. I am listening to Andres Segovia as I type….very soothing and aids in the concentration…..sorry to hear about the pain…that really sucks……have an interesting and fruitful day…..chuq

    • Ah, yes, Andres… very nice. He was actually the artist who first impressed me with his music, as a child; my mother had one of his early albums…

      The pain will pass; it’s just arthritic, from the rainy weather, & I have the solution in hand… which is, thankfully, legal in this state…


      You have a great day, too, mon ami… I’ll be by to comment in a while….



  2. The most ironic part of church
    to me is the truth and liGht
    iS seen mostly after life..
    and over 2000 years ago..
    at least.. without change..
    That leaves a very wide
    Truth and
    LiGht now..
    in fact
    it leaves all
    the truth and
    liGht out
    And that is
    just plain inane..
    However the reality is
    for so many years.. to
    stray from the past and
    future meant outcast from
    the tribe as whole then and
    potential starvation..
    and suffering
    and even illusory
    nightmares now of a
    place off earth named
    hell.. so what better way
    to fix that than make hell
    now.. hell no.. no longer..
    Free is possible..
    when Now
    and yes i still
    enjoy singing.. even
    if most people are too
    wrapped up in minds
    of worry to hold my
    hand during
    the so-called
    Lord’s prayer..
    the temptation
    to go to prison
    hell here is the
    of all for at
    from FREE..
    Yes.. the River
    Flows NOW..
    And glad to hear
    your relief of pain
    is still flowing free too..
    Friend gigoid.. what works
    iN practice..:)

    • *Smile*

      I’m not sure if the word “inane” is/was a typo for insane; it matters not, as it works with either word for me…. Long before coming off the opioid which so effectively blocks the worst of the kind of pain I have, I realized, and accepted, I would be living with a certain level of it for the remainder of my days… Since ‘playing with pain’ was one of my earliest skills learned, no big deal. It’s only when it gets beyond the scale it becomes an issue for me, so, having the MMJ to help with the ‘background’ is a blessing… so to speak.

      It’s always about staying in the NOW, isn’t it? Probably always has been so; it may be why Pascal made his famous statement about all of Mankind’s evil being the product of his inability to sit still in a room… He was not being literal, though many would, and do think so. He means, I believe, humans stay too focused outside the moment they are in, chasing the future, or trying (futilely) to change the past, always forgetting NOW is the only place we can either perceive, or make, any changes at all…

      Who cares if anybody holds your hand while singing? Their loss, I figure…. This was a good song today… stimmed my rant button, which I’d thought dormant today….

      See ya, my friend….


      gigoid, the dubious


      • SMiLes.. my friend..
        yes.. ‘inane’ was a typo
        for insane but it worked
        so i kept it as is.. hehe..
        and true non-sense
        is Human
        away from
        that lives
        within us
        and FuN
        am i when
        i go with the
        God of Nature
        ONE i prove so
        easiLY as A
        MY FRIEND..
        and yes.. when i first
        read Pacal’s statement
        that the problems of
        humankind rest on
        the inability to
        sit still.. it
        raises my ire
        as i kNow and feel
        so sure that sitting sTill
        is A greaTest Fallacy of
        modern cultures AND
        RELIGIONS.. YES..
        including Buddhism..
        that move away from
        the Present of moving now..
        but yes.. when i go dance..
        and folks attempt to guess
        what drugs i am on that
        allow me to go go go..
        for hours on end
        so fast.. fast.. fast..
        haha.. me at 55 and
        them at 20 or so
        so out of
        breath from
        even attempting
        to catch up to my
        speed for a few minutes
        here or there.. is.. i dance
        on calm and center balance
        and use all 230LBS to my
        advantage to move with
        the all natural gravity of
        God instead oF against
        iT.. and what this
        means iS
        i do move
        like air and
        water as all
        ageless time
        less present
        as human
        can be..
        MoVinG NOW one
        OF PARTS AND
        OF FIELD OF ALL..
        SO yes.. although
        the Center balance
        is calm as hurricane
        of me.. the arms and
        legs and all other body
        pArts move as field of
        whole.. and what may
        looks like torrent
        waves of
        me is
        as the Gift
        of Ocean ONE..
        wHere positivity of all human
        pro-social emoTions Reign
        one FORCE as maniFest
        in human Kind
        and Courage
        U C L N O W F
        LOVE N O W FREE..:)

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