Radio arguments on TV….


“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

Best One

Best Shot One

Hajime….. Inflatable cushions of hand-crafted silk dance amorously on waves of intense blue gazebos, trimmed in virulent aubergine, bellowing in unison to the dulcet melodies of an unseen orchestra, named Harold. As the music swells, so does the crowd, for ’tis the eve of destruction all have anticipated for so little time, it all seems new and bright. For shame, (for the few), and, glory, (for the fewer), they flit through gardens of brilliant pink flowers, glazed with incredibly bad hollandaise. But, wait, there’s more! If you act now, there can also be tuna! Nebulous as it may, or may not seem, it all blossomed like a young banana plant in Siberia, plastering itself into retinal patterns, but, won’t open the vault without some caramel sauce. Afterward, they all went home….

Well, that felt good. I happened to glance at the opening of yesterday’s re-blog before starting this intro; what you see is what I got. I guess I needed that, and so did you. That’s my story, anyway. For those who haven’t seen a lot of ECR yet, welcome to my head; if I hadn’t mentioned it, you might wish to keep your own heads handy, for things can get a bit strange here, at the drop of a cliche. Sometimes, I feel like the description of the mind of the Tick…. a vast plain of featureless white, with something shiny glittering in the far distance…. Other times, I feel like the center of a crowded galaxy, with stars so close together, night become impossible, and the light is supreme…

Then, I wake up, and sit down to write this blog, to save what few dregs of sanity that may linger in those featureless plains….. or, I let myself wander around the back corridors in my head, which seem to be endless, like the Tombs of Atuan, filled around each dark corner with treasures from ancient ages, bound with magic. Or, I drink my coffee first, and the intro looks entirely different than what we are going through today. And, no, I don’t have a clue as to why this is happening…. nor do I wish to know… It works for me; y’all are on your own, as we humans are in this universe. So be it.

Hey, I have an idea. Let’s get this slow on the toad, okay? Sounds like a plan. If it doesn’t work out, well, I’m sure y’all will let me know in the questionnaire we don’t hand out. Alternately, leave a comment, playing nice, of course…. I mean, be as critical as you like; just keep it civil, check? Check. Housekeeping finished, let’s do this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Truth can be a dangerous thing. It is quite patient and relentless.”

~~ R. Scott Richards ~~



Leon Russell

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I had not realized Leon was still around, playing his heart out, but, he is… Since I’ve loved his music since the mid-1960’s, I was happy to find this video, of a concert from 2015…. Yay!…. Enjoy, y’all, Leon’s one of the originals…. Nobody like him. At all….


Leon Russell Live





About Hopi Indian Symbols

    I had a bad scare a short time ago; my computer crashed, with a message it couldn’t FIND a hard drive to boot….. YIKES! Now I need to start looking for a new computer, and backing up all my files…. To save some time, I won’t rant today, though I had a great opening quote with which to work…. Y’all will just have to wait for it…. Here is a much lighter pearl from a few years ago, to fill in the space today, while I go save my work from being lost forever…. Have fun…. I won’t be, so, somebody may as well enjoy the day….

From 4/22/2013:

So, there I was, cruising around Smart Bee, looking for pearls, when it occurred to me that I was engaged in a futile pastime, from the standpoint of the Universe…. I mean, what do I hope to accomplish with this stuff I write?…. Nobody’s mind will be changed, nobody will stop the carbon monoxide from getting pumped into the air, nobody is going to get mad enough to throw out all the assholes who are screwing us all…. This makes what I’m doing an exercise in mental masturbation, essentially, with as much hope of changing society as….. well, there is no hope for society, so I can’t think of a metaphor for it…. Nor is there any hope of anybody taking any of this seriously, even if read…

Having thus determined the absolute uselessness of our pastime, I will continue, fully cognizant of how lame it is…. I’m calling this a Pearl of Forlorn Lost Hope…. sort of…. Actually, it’s a subliminal pearl, and will worm its way into your head, where it will work on your attitudes, polishing and brightening them without you ever noticing…. By late this afternoon, you will have done a complete 180 from wherever you were, and will enjoy the rest of the day (that’s a subliminal post-hypnotic suggestion….)  Enjoy…..

“Does history repeat itself, the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce?   No, that’s too grand, too considered a process.  History just burps, and we taste again that raw-onion sandwich it swallowed centuries ago.” — Julian Barnes

“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.” — Marcus Aurelius

“But whether there’s some grand design really matters little to me. My only hope was this: to see what might be, to believe that it should be, and then to do all I could to bring it to pass, whatever the cost. When a life spins out as joyfully as mine has done, then the price, once paid so painfully, is now recalled in gladness. I have received full value. Here among the shepherds, my cup is filled with the water of life; it overflows.” — Orson Scott Card, “Treason”

But sure the eye of time beholds no name
So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.

~~ Alexander Pope, The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 591 ~~

” It is now some years since I detected how many were the false beliefs that I had believed to be true since my earliest youth.  And since that time, I have been convinced that I must once and for all seriously try to rid myself of all the opinions which I had formerly accepted, and begin to build anew, if I wanted to establish any firm and permanent structure for my beliefs.” — Rene Descartes, Meditations

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed.

~~ Charlotte Bronte ~~

“There is no cure for birth and death other than to enjoy the interval.” — George Santayana



Funny Bones

Dreaming the way home, lost, unseen,
from the dance, where
he felt so free, and clean.
Sorrow couldn’t find him there.

Waiting, filling up the hours, hoping,
some connection can be found
keeping busy as bees, coping.
Love creeps in, without a sound.

Fat days, skinny nights, passionate
visions of semi-conscious entities,
cannot seem to fully illuminate
or hide our innermost frailties.

Resolute, find the perfect sense, codify
simple rules with every breath
never waiting, anxious to modify.
fear nothing in life, not even Death.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Esoterica on the Elements of Living

“At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand,
and gave it all my heart and all my soul.
At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed
and found my ignorance upon the shore.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~


“There is always more than we see.”

~~ Sagacious Bee  ~~


“Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~


“What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?”

~~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau ~~


“To develop a complete mind:
Study the science of art;
study the art of science.
Learn how to see.
Realize that everything connects to everything else.”

~~ Leonardo da Vinci ~~


“Love isn’t love until you give it away.”

~~ Romantic Bee ~~


“Enough is as good as a feast.”

~~ John Heywood, Proverbes, Part i, Chap. xi ~~


“Real life is, to most men, a long second-best,
a perpetual compromise between the ideal and the possible;
but the world of pure reason knows no compromise,
no practical limitations,
no barrier to the creative activity.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~


“If you don’t control your mind, someone else will.”

~~ John Allston ~~



Thankfully, the process held up to the challenges today. I’m going to get this posted before something else happens. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, provided I still have a functioning 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.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


14 thoughts on “Radio arguments on TV….

  1. Morning my friend…Leon is still with us? Dammit! I though he was long gone….LOL I saw him years ago, 30 something, in New Orleans he played with Dr. John in a small club called Jed’s…..they were great…nit as great as when I saw Tom Waits but that is another story….LOL chuq

    • Ah, memories…. I saw Dr. John & Leon once, too, in a small club in Berkeley, late 60’s… and, I love Tom… he’s another absolute original…. I was really happy to learn Leon was still performing…Maybe we’ll have Tom again soon…

      You have a good one, my friend….


  2. Perhaps the greatest problem of humankind is
    they overAll have tHeir head stuck iN thEir aSs..
    It’s not a nice thing to say true..
    but sure sometimes the truth
    doesn’t smELL good to folks..
    First.. Second.. and third
    word problem is God
    as a concept
    and a
    of real
    and a verb
    that moves
    instead oF
    as sAMe.. now
    All the answers
    to the UniVerse
    are as Nautilus..
    GOD moves as the
    sHeLL that is the
    work of the Nautilus
    iN Golden Spiral way..
    why sure Heaven and
    Hell live in and as
    a sHeLL with Hell
    and EL..
    and even
    as SHe..
    but most people
    are too busy
    tHeir head
    to see the sMaLLer
    biG and smALL
    picture asOne
    OF BEiNG…
    To look outside
    of one’s self.. to
    move.. to connect..
    to create.. iS the
    journey and
    oF the
    and us
    yes.. us
    exists iN
    and as the
    So yes.. God
    exists iN and
    as ALL.. and OMG
    tHeir are siGns of
    God even in the
    the G of Sign
    that when
    and sure
    theRe is i
    iN Sin
    But to put iT iN
    Layman terms
    that is basiCally
    another spelling
    of my name in
    precisely how
    the sur
    that is also
    the original
    name for the
    first sand
    and water
    silt God
    reference iN
    thAT book named
    ‘A History of God’
    page 8… by
    Karen Armstrong
    per Lahmu
    the rabbit whole
    of i alOne.. continues to gain
    depth and simplicity as now
    gRows on.. ‘Build thee more
    stately mansions’.. the logo
    of my college wheRe
    i gained those
    three degrees..
    a humble
    for mascot
    who builds the
    visible form of the
    Milky Way as sHeLL
    without questions of iS
    or end.. that last for aeons
    as siGn of God sTill to come
    as is.. then and now.. the UniVErse
    of work the Nautilus does jUSt to live..
    free as iS.. no questions just do it
    as the Goddess
    when she
    sells shoes
    for us to just
    do it too.. free
    as is.. three Nautilus
    shells as three sixes sit
    upon my desk.. i work out
    with Nautilus machines since
    i was 21.. the Nautilus sHell
    and sixes have followed me
    from birth born on
    6660 so perhaps
    that is an
    of sorts
    but who gives
    a f**K.. i am just
    here as the Nautilus
    is to build a shEll and who
    knows or feels perhaps one
    day someone will tell the tale
    of the Nautilus
    that is me as
    God as sAMe..
    the smArter a person
    iS in intelligence and
    Art the easier it is to
    see and feel God
    at 100% faith
    and belief
    even with
    the siGns
    are so many
    that the Truth and
    Light of God as all
    N ALL.. iS Mpossible
    to miss.. as we are simply
    and complexly eYes of
    God tiNy and
    and the
    magic of
    ALL iS God
    talks back
    to God
    wITh or
    anyone else
    to hEar a tree
    fAlling iN the FoRest of ALL..
    But anyway.. before i could
    speak at age 3.. i kNew
    this as an old
    soUl already
    of course
    as my
    and i have
    been here
    aLL a long..
    with no breaks
    in that chain of struggle
    and survival or otherwise
    my Nautilus shell would not exist..
    it’s a comfortable feeling to know and
    feel wheRe i am.. whomever i am is..
    that’s all i need to kNow and
    feel.. even if most of
    the rest of the
    with tHeir
    head up an aSs..
    when they could
    simply bE as GOD..
    and sure compleX like

  3. So iN Short.. noW
    whAt thiS mEans
    gigoid iS.. yeS..
    thE SHeLL
    you wriTe
    heRe matterS
    A WhOLE
    and by the
    way H iS tHe
    symbol for
    balanCinG God
    iN/aS uS.. two ones
    as 11/2 iN hemispheres
    of Brain and heMispHeres
    of earth joining togetHeR
    balance H..
    add EL and
    the story
    juSt geTs stRanger..;)

  4. FiNal
    thiS iS mY
    proof for thE
    exisTence oF God..
    doesn’t take a RocKet
    ScientiSt or PoPe to fiGure
    out.. juSt
    a hUman
    iN NautilUs
    esSence.. aS FRiEnD..;)

    See.. i exist
    even iN
    thE sMaLL

    • I love the way my posts stim your thoughts, my FRiEnD….


      Two quick responses… One, this dance/poem/comment sounds like a perfect explanation/manifesto for solipsism…. ‘God talking to God’ through our consciousness…. perfect…

      Second, synchronicity IS…. all your words are evidence of the interconnectedness of everything; no science, rocket or otherwise, needed….

      See ya, mon frer….

      gigoid, the dubious

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