Sitting right and tight….


There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear.
Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.

~~ Bovee ~~

spring in vallejo

Winter Memories

Hajime….. Since my life has evolved into one long session of being domesticated by a female cat, producing Pearls has assumed a smaller size and shape, at least in terms of how much time I am allowed to spend in the creative mode necessary to do so. In fact, I’m slipping in this intro section during a time I had to enforce as being time to type; otherwise, I’d be playing ‘chase the mouse’ or ‘roll the balls’ until one of us dropped… and, I think we all know which of us would drop first…..

Given the state of affairs in which I find myself, it becomes thus even more significant to have completed ANY of the material you’ll find below today. I’ve been bleeding it out in small pieces, as I find the time, much like those times in Hell when my pain makes it impossible to either sit, stand, walk, hold still, or twiddle a finger. So, you see, I actually already possess the necessary skills to do this; maybe that’s why I continue to do so. Or, maybe it’s the ever-present specter of insanity and darkness that threatens to engulf me when I DON’T get this out of my system…. Who knows? If I did, I’d probably be doing something else, so, I may as well go with the flow…. right?

Ah, hell, there I go again, waffling. Since I promised myself to stop that, I’ll play nice, & finish this torturous beginning so we can get something a bit more constructive, if not enlightening, done before they bring in my medications…. Oops. Did I say that out loud? Crap. Oh, well, there goes the credibility gap again…. Fuck it, I’m outta here, and so are y’all, because, hey, closed cabin…. Better hang on, Luigi’s back….

Shall we Pearl?….

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, and die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.” — Robert A. Heinlein, The Notebooks of Lazarus Long



    I was trying to decide what kind of music to include today, when I realized I wanted to hear the ‘best’ of whatever type I felt like hearing…. That, naturally, led me to think of this organization, for the music I hear every time is, without doubt, the best I’ve heard in my life, for it is ALL straight from the human heart…. every note, every voice, every instrument is played with love, and joy….. so, enjoy!….


One Love
Playing For Change





le penseur-rodin

    The piece upon which I’ve been working is still incomplete; hence, yet another archived post. Here is a discussion of perception, and how it affects our daily lives, in a political/social sense…. Enjoy!….

From 1/12/2014:

Perception is, perhaps, the most elementally intricate quality we possess as living creatures. Through the five-plus senses we bring to the process, we receive information from the universe that gives us what we require, in order to be able to interact with Reality, (another term for the Universe… for the purposes of this discussion, anyway….)  in some sort of way that is meaningful to us. This information comes to us in a variety of forms, and our minds must utilize the complex, yet subtle qualities of imagination, reason, logic, and all those mental functions that our minds have discovered to organize the information, functions whose etiology are basically unknown to us, as part of our basic nature. We don’t think about, or feel in any way, the process of seeing, or smelling, or touching, except in the context of the sense itself…. We just DO it….

Yet each sense is such that it works WITH all the others, in ways we don’t really understand, to give us the pictures in our heads that show us how our minds perceive the world outside us…. We, being the imaginative creatures we are, have evolved all sorts of ways to organize and utilize our perceptions, all of which are again connected (remember that complexity part…) to another facet of Reality, which is our motivation for what we do, an outgrowth of our judgments of what we perceive…. We perceive, we judge, we act on that judgment, all according to our basic outlook on life, and how we choose to accept, and use, what we perceive….

This subject, I know, is a  bit esoteric for such a venue, but, I’m leading up to a point, which is this…. We all perceive the world differently, but, that doesn’t mean the world takes that into any account…. It’s one of our hardest lessons to accept when we are forced to admit that the Universe, in all its majestic glory, couldn’t give a tiny little crap for us, or for what we think of the way things are…. If we choose to interact with it in such a way that we are breaking the basic rules that everything works by, then we will have to pay the price, in the only way that the Universe uses to exact payment, to wit: extinction….

Now, given that, it seems to me that my ranting about all of this*** is a bit like that ant crawling up the elephant’s leg, with belligerent intentions…. In short, it’s not really a productive way to achieve whatever it is I’m trying to do, as I can see only one possible outcome, which, the odds, and logic, would tend to dictate doesn’t include any need for any worry on the part of the elephant…. All that is a long winded, pedantic way of saying that my rants, while satisfying on a personal level for the release they provide, are mostly a waste of breath, in a practical sense…. Nothing will change because I rant, in spite of the need for change being the whole purpose behind the rant…

The major part of that reason, I think, lies in the fact that I’m preaching to the choir…. None of the ffolkes, or folks, who read my blog, (with the possible exception of any bored NSA drones who may be assigned to do so merely because of my anti-government stance, shown by the  use of key phrases indicating my opposition….), are in any position to make any of the changes themselves, even though many of them would be willing to do so, I think…. But, the people who inhabit the halls of our government in Washington, and in other capitols around the world, DON’T read my blog, nor do they agree with most of the things about which I rant….

Why is that, do you think? Why don’t the people who govern us agree with any of what I say in my rants? It’s all stuff that can be proven, and is certainly important enough to all of us to warrant discussion… But, they don’t agree… They have their own agendas, which don’t look like anything that anyone in the great unwashed masses could come up with, even though they supposedly represent US…. These are our representatives, ffolkes…. I found this short comment in an old Pearl, which I think sums up most of my point pretty well…..

(From May 12, 2012):

“Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?” — John Milton (1608-1674) — The History of England, Book iv

Did you ever wonder why a group of crows is called a congress? I didn’t. It makes perfect sense to me…. Dark, sinister looking creatures who act in odd ways, even for birds. Their behaviors tend to lean toward stealing shiny objects from wherever, or stealing the food of people or other animals and birds. When they speak, it is in a voice that grates on the ear like fingernails on a slate. In groups, they mill around, cackling and grumbling and jostling each other, until they all fly off to different areas to carry out whatever nefarious schemes they have hatched among themselves.

No, I have no problem envisioning a congress of crows; in fact, I believe they are in session, now, in Washington, D.C. …. Why, look! Here’s a list of them now!…..

Them’s some affluent crows, ain’t they?…. That’s what happens when any politician is given the keys to the treasury….. One last query…. Who gets to say how much money members of Congress get paid? Answer: They are authorized to set that themselves…. Okay, one more… Who authorized them? Why, they authorized that themselves, of course….

I’m tired now…. I’ve managed to spout off now about the Asininnies, or, at least, about the 545 of them who inhabit the top levels of OUR democratic bureaucracy, for a good, oh, thousand words or so, and once again, it will end up being read by those who mostly agree… (I’m making the assumption, reluctantly, but, with confidence, that if they DIDN’T agree, they’d leave a comment to say so…. I know MY Gentle Readers would do so….), so, I’m perfectly aware that no changes will happen because of what I’ve written….

I don’t feel any better, either, damn it!…..      😦

***  It must be noted that “all of this” should be understood to include: global warming, and the impending ecological disaster, overpopulation, criminality of the Asininnies, most especially the egregiously selfish actions of the Beloved Ruling Class, the Shadowy Corporate Masters, Snakeheads in general, (human predators…. pimps, slavers, pedophiles, and the ilk…), and the Priestly Hierarchies….. Oh, yes, and, on the rare occasion,  exposing Pooh’s evil twin….



Fatal Supplication

But what becomes of our deepest dangerous dreams?
Does fantasy rescue any part of life’s imperiled favor?
Reality becomes but silvery pairs of mismatched teams,
Dining with affable elegance, such diffident waste to savor.

Who decides what sorrows to carry bravely to term?
Will fragrant moments of sanity make hasty manifestation?
Only Time’s patient mutability sends messages so firm,
Yet salient impersonal vexation lends credence to ripe imagination.

Can folly bring out sadness and rampant visions of beauty?
What kindness can be found in distant open relations?
With countless faces the dead disturb with dire impunity,
From separate caches of wisdom come simple stylish privations.

Shall shallow emotion serve to provide such explanations?
When does avaricious intensity assume primary focus?
Plain answers slide softly through with multiple mitigations,
While conceptually indignant concepts engage a fatally personal locus.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

The Search for Meaning


“Though leaves are many, the root is one ;
Through all the lying days of my youth,
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun.
Now I may wither into the truth.”

~~ W B Yeats ~~

“I am, therefore I am.” — Akira

“It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.” — ee cummings

“Become what you are.” — Buddha

“Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look there.” — Marcus Aurelius

“Reason is not measured by size or height, but by principle.” — Epictetus (c. 60 AD) — Discourses, Book i, Chap. xii

“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better or worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given him to till.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

“Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a great man. Later, a good man. Now, finally, I find it difficult enough and honor enough to be–a man.” — Edward Abbey

“The ideals which have always shone before me and filled me with the joy of living are goodness, beauty, and truth. To make a goal of comfort or happiness has never appealed to me; a system of ethics built on this basis would be sufficient only for a herd of cattle.” — Albert Einstein

“If you can see a thing whole… it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives…But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful a life is, is to see it from the vantage point of death.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, Dispossessed


Having completed my chosen duty, I shall, forthwith, take my leave, as is my wont upon finishing. Go figure…. I’m on cat time now, so, I’d best be on my way, with the usual caveat, a warning, as it were, that I’ll be back tomorrow to try again…. Go figure…..

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….


22 thoughts on “Sitting right and tight….

  1. Love the opening quote…..perfect. Being domesticated by a pet is truly a marvelous experience……we are so easily manipulated…..have a good day, my friend….chuq

  2. Go to school.. for 18 years or so..
    learning a little biT oF iT aLL..
    and none of other more
    important stuff..
    like how to
    for miNd
    and boDy
    for simple
    animal homeostasis
    that only specialist
    primates named
    human fail
    to do
    a majority
    oF tHeir life..
    Ah.. yes.. specialization
    and a modern technological
    society.. where it all comes
    down to efficiency..
    best bang
    for the
    humans need
    not apply..
    hmm.. yeah..
    worth the video
    on that again too..

    Yes.. there was a more so-cAlled
    primitive now.. as actuaLLY MORE
    advanced now..
    iN wAys oF
    uSinG So
    much more
    of potential
    wHere more or
    less.. every human
    to survive must put
    on or take off tHeir
    Renaissance clothes
    as man or woman..
    to get ALL THE
    Of WORKInG
    iS often
    now nArrow
    as a 15 inch
    to 4 inch
    or so..
    A grand experiment
    and human is faiLinG
    to get
    and JiLL
    oF aLL TrAdes..
    And that reminds me
    again of mY first
    year College
    wiLL be the faLL
    oF humankind..
    so functionAlly
    disabled humans
    are on so many potential
    ways of intelligence
    now iN action
    of common

    • I can but agree… I first read that quote from Heinlein/Lazarus when I was about 13, and have tried to learn all those things he mentioned, minus the space piloting, which was/is out of reach, for now. If there is any characteristic of being human that can save us, it is our adaptability…. Sadly, as you note, most of humanity doesn’t even have a clue they are capable of so much more than they are even aware…. All I can say at this point is, their loss….

      Me, I’ve been turning my mind to low-tech solutions to high-tech issues…. making a bit of progress, too.


      See ya; still working on your current novel (#2)….



      • Ah..yes.. low tech..
        baby is wheRe
        it’s at..
        for feeLinG
        more of Life..
        than cold heARted
        devices becoming
        hUmans now..
        touch.. feel..
        smeLL.. now
        more than
        eYes or
        Ears WiLL
        of reality so let
        it be written
        so let
        it be
        away from online
        coals.. cola.. and
        all other sources
        of instant
        wHere.. heLL iS
        alWays finding a
        meal.. wHere no longer
        hungry for life are humans..
        Survival.. yeah.. base instinct
        to gRow.. in flesh and blood off
        now oF
        tying knots
        iN aLL BElow
        a BRain
        fRom boDy

        • 🙂

          Always a poem in you…. I’ve started carrying some rather common items, which most folks wouldn’t consider at all dangerous, but, in the hands of one who is of the proper status of mind, are lethal…. and, completely hidden in plain sight….

          Looking ahead, many people forget how many things on this planet are a danger to us, if we do not stay alert…. especially if they are confident of their technology. This confidence makes them feel ten feet tall, & invulnerable, when what they are is a naked ape in a self-made cage, fashioned of their own mind’s blindness….

          Works for me….



          • SMiLes.. Living as wild again in an increasingly tame culture has its
            intrinsic rewards if not captured by the more domesticated among
            uS.. put down and drugged as it were and as it is now with both
            prescriptions and words of those who are less.. inhibited as
            humans.. let’S just say.. and do.. hehe.. my friend Gigoid..

            Anyway.. ‘they’ tried to hold me(us) back..
            And now i work ‘tHeir’ world and words
            all to my freedom.. advantage as is..
            i wouldn’t trade wheRe i’m at now..
            for all the clothes
            of culture
            Anyway.. the DRD4 dopamine
            gene thingy is a real thingy..
            and haha.. Bi-Polar…
            ADHD.. and
            True Asperger’s..
            the kind that the
            original Hans Asperger’s
            dude diagnosed folks with..
            language delays
            is all
            the same
            F iN thing
            more or less
            when misdiagnosed
            as a disorder instead
            of WILD AND FREE STILL..
            40 thousand years of domestication
            since around the first steps of intercourse
            between Roving Neanderthals and their sitting
            cousins from down south.. isn’t long enough
            to filter
            ‘US’ out now still
            from the population..
            remnant genetics remain..
            and the hair of me from
            head to toe
            is still
            a flAMe
            of Freedom..
            with some red
            hairs too.. mixed..
            after escaping
            ‘their’ way..
            but dam
            i hate
            to go the
            route of us
            vs them..
            but let’s
            face it..
            it’s the
            tribal instinct
            at core.. of a mixed
            up human race at core..
            And the gAMe goes on
            of those more likely
            or free..
            no.. God’s
            not fair in a
            human cultural
            sense.. and oh
            yes again.. the
            game goes on..
            some of us
            are chosen
            now with
            more gifts
            than the rest..
            and called as such
            for the game
            PLAYS oF FREER FREEDOM..
            Seriously.. every F iN hero myth
            from Devils to Angels to Doctor Jekyll’s to
            Mr. Hyde’s.. Supermen to BAtmen and
            so much more..
            is frigging about
            folks with
            this wild
            and free way
            of genetics and
            epigenetics come
            back to life.. and truly
            those of us who enjoy iT now
            free wish others could partake
            of iT as WeLL.. but sadly perhaps
            they just do not have what iT takes..
            Whatever my ancestors did to keep
            it.. i give great thanks.. Stay wild and
            free my friend..
            theRe ain’t A
            better way
            of Living
            iN the
            and blood
            of WE.. Now..
            and yes.. of course
            we need the sitters..
            for order in insanely
            large populations..
            of hairless apes..
            but i’ll stay in
            my back
            yard and
            choose a leash
            that suits me
            and not now
            a sitter’s
            on liFe..
            Hairy.. Wild.. and
            Free.. no less reAlly
            than Yellow Boy now..
            with tiger stripes almost visible..
            but partiAlly hidden from ‘tHeir’ view..:)

          • My coach in ‘wild & free’ now is a nine pound cat, whose ancestors guarded the temples in Siam thousands of generations ago…. When she sees a crow, she teaches me all about wild & free….


            Dance on, my brother…


          • Dogs are domesticated.. Cats are tRuly not and that’s why cats teach better wild and free rules among cats who are uS.. SMiLes of TAbby stRays.. sAMe Tiger stRipes.. JuSt iN compact.. STill igniTable esSence..;)

          • Dogs, I think, are a bit more adaptable to human camp life than cats, being more phlegmatic than cats about changes in environment. But, they still manage to maintain the connection to nature we tend to deny. Take any dog into the woods, or the beach, etc., and they revert right back to their scout/heralding/natural nature & behaviors… I like to have one of each; they complement each other, when raised together….

            Either is better company than most humans….


  3. “Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?” — John Milton (1608-1674) —

    There is an Urdu proverb that goes:’Jooth bole, Kauwa kate’ (If you lie, the crows will bite you)

    White Cat vs Black Cat vs 2 Crows via @YouTube
    I love crows,ravens etc
    Ya gotta give it to them!
    Are crows the ultimate problem solvers? – Inside the Animal Mind: Episod via @YouTube

  4. So good to see the female of the species doing such a great job on her human 😁🐈 She’s probably working on the basis that if you won’t provide a boyfriend for her then she’d better ensure you are fully occupied entertaining her not your readers lol that back fired a bit from her viewpoint but gold star for her for effort! Cool video too, always good to see Bob Marley😊

    • Glad you enjoyed this one, Wolfie & good to see you out & about.

      Aye, she’s training me as much as vice versa, for sure. When she came, & I figured out her name, and what she was (siamese/calico), I knew Bastet had sent her to educate me as to the nature of cats, as it applies to us humans…

      See ya, milady…


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