Fluffy pieces of hydrated carbon steel….


“I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind.”

~~ Antoine de Saint Exupery ~~

yellow rose

By any other name…

Hajime…. Well, I’m here. It’s been a tough week here at ECR, and in Northern Cali, as the rain continues to move in and out, bouncing the barometer around like a super-ball, keeping me in the throes of inflamed arthritic joints for hours & days on end…. Ah, well, such is life for us old farts, at times; it’s a good thing we’ve had lots of practice by now, or nothing would get done at all. But, I digress, as usual…. I’ve been working on a discussion for the rant section, but, it’s grown so epic it’ll need to wait, so, you’ll see an older pearl there today. Otherwise, it’s all as normal as we get around here, and pleasant as white bread toast.

Naturally, having begun today’s mess with a chatty, informative tone, we’ll need to find a different direction to take, to get us toward the oyster beds we prefer to inhabit during our time together. Y’all wouldn’t have any ideas, would you? No. Okay, well, let’s see. Oh, I suppose I could…. no, just did that. Hmm, how about this one? Nope, look, it’s broken. Well, I guess I’ll just have to use the Tardis, and have it washed tonight. Yeah, that’s the ticket….

Okay, if y’all will just file out of the cabin, and head over into the Tardis, we’ll get this slow on the toad for the day. I appreciate your flexibility, and your patience in waiting for me to get my act together enough to put one of these things together. C’est marvellieux! As a thank you, I have entered all your names in our contest, for a chance to win a chance to stay behind next time. Bonus! Okay, I’m done…. Well, I can’t think of any more nonsense, so, that’s the same thing…. Look, what’s that?…. Duck! No, goose!…. Ah, hell with it; Luigi, throw that switch….

Shall we Pearl?

“Thoughts are mightier than strength of hand.”

~~ Sophocles — Phaedra, Frag. 854 ~~



Playing For Change

I discovered this organization a few months ago, and have been nearly obsessed with taking part in their quest, as it fits in perfectly with my own views of how we can possibly achieve some kind of harmony in the world at large. Laughter, music, and love are the answer to all our problems, if freely felt, and given without regard for any delusions that demean humanity, such as religion, politics, or the seriously negative concept of money. None of them are necessary for people to live, as long as we live, as we always need to, in the shelter of each other….

As I listened yesterday to the first couple videos, which I got when I joined the organization as one of their contributing Ambassadors, my resolve to follow this path was strengthened, especially when I chose to listen first to Imagine, John Lennon’s summary of human wisdom, and then One Love, Bob Marley’s matching manifesto, two of the PFC’s iconic statements of purpose, in song…. The film’s participants exhibit such joy, such freedom of spirit, I weep, every time I watch, as musicians from all around the world join to play the tunes, together… I suggest listening to as many as you can, then, join, begin to share the music, and the love it creates….. Enjoy!….


Playing For Change






    Here is a discussion of the principles of personal security, from 2014. It’s a bit long, but, pretty good in spots; I hope you enjoy it….

From 5/5/2014:

I found these two articles yesterday, after posting the Pearl…. As you’ll see, they provide the perfect jumping point for what follows…. I suppose that, as always, ‘perfect’ is a question-begging word to use, but, hey, I calls ’em as I sees ’em…. when I can find my glasses….


I had originally intended to have some words regarding this article, as it speaks to some rather important points…. but, then, I saw the following article, and my angst went right through the roof, stimulating the rest…. Now, read this one…. & just include it all together; it’s all of a piece, anyway….


Here, then, is an excellent example of the definition of ‘gigo’, (garbage in-garbage out), from the psychologist responsible for the design and codification of many of the torture methods, including “water boarding”, used by the CIA at Guantanamo Bay, and elsewhere around the world….. His comments, which I will examine below, are so egregiously INSANE, I had to read the article in pieces, as I found myself shouting at him, every time he opened his mouth to make one of the reported statements…

I cannot BELIEVE this man was found to be an adequate psychologist, passing his tests and arguing his doctoral thesis, without having at least the basic innate ability to display even an ounce of compassion; I also don’t understand, at all, how he could be considered anything other than the US’s version of the Nazi scientist, the one at Auschwitz, who sent the Jews into the ovens….

Ah, yes, Josef Mengele…. the infamous, iconic mad doctor, the real version, the model for what all the comics use as the ultimate villain so often, whose insanity threatens the entire world, and everyone in it…. I tell you, ffolkes, those people  in Washington, D.C. are totally out of control….  I’m not kidding; the current crop of elected officials, as well as the appointees put in place by those (I stared at this point for a long time, and still  cannot, for the life of me, think of an expletive that it harsh enough…, so we’ll go with a classic….) assholes, all exhibit every single symptom of the violently insane, who believe their own twisted version of reality is the only real one, who hold on to their paranoid delusions so tightly, nothing, and nobody, can tell them differently….

Hell, I don’t even need, in this case, to resort to my special knowledge and experience, of working with the violently insane as a therapist for over 20 years…. These guys lay it out so clearly, right out in public, there’s no need for me to have to explain…. Their own words convict them whenever they condescend to open their mouths about what they truly believe….

Here, let me show you a couple of examples from the second article listed… The comments in quotes are by the protagonist in this drama, James Mitchell, (Piled High and Deep), Ph.D., formerly of the CIA, the psychologist regarded as the architect of the CIA’s “enhanced interrogation” program…. a description taken straight from the article…. You’ll be able to recognize my comments by the anger and vulgarity the statements produce in me….

“The people on the ground did the best they could with the way they understood the law at the time,” he said. “You can’t ask someone to put their life on the line and think and make a decision without the benefit of hindsight and then eviscerate them in the press 10 years later.”

You  can’t? Why not? These people were in no danger; there is no danger, no life on the line, when someone tortures another; only the one being tortured is in danger. And if you do something so obviously WRONG, it doesn’t fucking matter a bit how long it is, you SHOULD be vilified in the press. There is no reason on this Earth why anyone shouldn’t KNOW torturing another human being, for ANY FUCKING REASON AT ALL, is NOT morally defensible.  This principle is true even in cases where the ultimate goal is considered good; you’ve no doubt heard the saying, “the end does not justify the means.”

If they didn’t know it was wrong, why didn’t they do it out in the open, where everyone could see what they were doing? Fucking assholes think that their own parafuckingnoia should excuse anything they do….

“Everything you know is wrong.” — The Firesign Theater

“I’m skeptical about the Senate report, because I do not believe that every analyst whose jobs and promotions depended upon it, who were professional intelligence experts, all them lied to protect a program? All of them were wrong? All of these [CIA] directors were wrong? All of the people who were using the intel to go get people were wrong? And 10 years later a Senate staffer was able to put it together and finally there’s clarity? I am just highly skeptical that that’s the truth.”

This one’s easy….and so obvious, I again shouted this at the screen, hoping the asshole would hear me, “Why, yes, you bloody idiot, they CAN, and WERE, all wrong…. and every damn one of them WOULD lie to protect a program, which, in their minds, equals money, or influence….” Then, of course, I realized I was shouting at my computer, so, I sat, tried to calm down, & began to type, to try to release some of the venom and bile that collected so quickly in the face of such evil insanity…. It started when the assbite used the phrase, “Senate staffer” as if that position was held only by persons of dubious character…

When you start from a premise that is wrong, there is no way to make it come out right, and every damn one of those directors started with the idea that whatever they did, right or wrong, shouldn’t be made public knowledge, and that such clandestine prevarication is justified by their goal (which they refuse to consider as anything other than right…. perfect “ipse dixit” logic….)

“If you get the first one in the wrong hole, you’ll never get all buttoned up right.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

This, of course, is completely contrary to the values upon which our nation was supposedly founded; thus, any acts that indulge in that sort of paranoia, which were made on the basis of that idea, are, from the start, WRONG…. It really is that simple ffolkes, and I don’t understand quite WHY the public doesn’t get that, when listening to these lying, insane fools who pursue their delusional fantasies at the expense of the rest of us….

I reiterate….  “Everything you know is wrong.” — The Firesign Theater

Bloody fucking assholes, every damn one of them…..

“If I had a large amount of money I should found a hospital for those whose grip upon the world is so tenuous that they can be severely offended by words and phrases yet remain all unoffended by the injustice, violence and oppression that howls daily about our ears.” — Stephen Fry

I’d say the good doctor Mitchell would be one of the first admissions…. I’ll leave you to consider the following, which pretty much sums up what I see happening in the world today, just about everywhere I look…..

“It is okay to be ignorant in some areas, but some people abuse the privilege.” — Smart Bee



Momentary Terror

Absently casual, memories pester endlessly
   leaving only bleeding remnants, amiable and loving.
Coming awake, I cry to still the pain, shamelessly.

Elsewhen, time gives surcease, if only to live,
   shoring broken pilings, worn and gray.
Passing on, I laugh at the pain, accept all it will give.

Time will build a shelter, warm and ever safe
   save for Fate’s busy hands.
Enduring, I follow the pain, knowing it will chafe.

Fixed against a darkened sky of starry black
   such beauty brings us to our knees.
Entranced, I welcome the pain, ’tis all I lack…..

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls



“Books aren’t written to be believed in, but to be questioned.”

~~ Umberto Eco ~~


“If a man take no thought about what is distant,
he will find sorrow near at hand.”

~~ Confucius ~~


“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.”

~~ Sir Edmund Hillary ~~


“Never fear shadows.
They simply indicate there’s a light shining close by.”

~~ Fearless Bee ~~


“I can handle reality in small doses,
but as a lifestyle it’s much too confining.”

~~ Lily Tomlin ~~


“Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~


“Where pain predominates, agony can be a valued teacher.”

~~ Frank Herbert ~~


“Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.”

~~ Voltaire ~~


“OVER the underpass!
UNDER the overpass!
Around the FUTURE and BEYOND REPAIR!!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~


I did it. I had my doubts, as is my wont, but, it’s done, with some minor cheating. I hope y’all enjoyed today’s effort, which, believe me, was an effort. I shall make another attempt at this tomorrow, if all goes well. If not, well, you’ll hear from me….

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….


13 thoughts on “Fluffy pieces of hydrated carbon steel….

  1. After reading that a thought crossed my mind…
    That indeed, you are a true Scorpio…

    Chef Goody
    May 31, 2014
    That 70’s Scorpio!

    I was born in a time of veterans and freedom. Or was it killing, like when we left Eden?
    I was born in a time, of oceans and salt. Or was it destruction, Atlantis had fought?
    I was born in a desert, a place with a lot of hot sand. Cleopatra, Aphrodite, Egypt, all Seeing in the Land.
    I was born in a Television, Hollywood starstruck was my name.
    Classic, Modern or Hipster, craving fortune and fame.
    I was born a telepathic, a mind reader of such. Seeking and giving out energy, requiring you of much.
    I am deep, I am wide and I am always by your side. Loyal, Obedient and Giving. Taking, Fantasizing, Living.
    I am quite the comic book laughter. I comedian of sorts.
    I am quick to judge the living and cover up my warts.
    Back to 1960, or was is 70 and 2?
    When I was born a Scorpio, and no one ever knew.

    And another..

    Christina Smith
    Sep 21, 2015
    Moon in Scorpio

    Inside me
    Are dark nights and heavy winds
    Seas of emotional agony
    That wash up on the shores of broken glass
    That illuminates under the light of the moon
    It’s beautiful but dangerous
    I will devour you
    Rip you open
    And love the things you hate about you
    I will see you for not what you show me but for who you are
    And that will frighten you
    To love me you will have to sail my seas
    Weather my storms
    And shred your feet on the broken glass to my heart
    And even if you don’t make it
    You will never be the same.

    A Rose?

    A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

    What matters is what something is, not what it is called…..

    From Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, 1600:


    ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
    Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
    What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
    Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
    Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
    What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
    By any other name would smell as sweet;
    So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
    Retain that dear perfection which he owes
    Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
    And for that name which is no part of thee
    Take all myself.

    Cobbe family portrait of William Shakespeare A story, much favoured by tour guides and as such highly suspect, is that in this line Shakespeare was also making a joke at the expense of the Rose Theatre. The Rose was a local rival to his Globe Theatre and is reputed to have had less than effective sanitary arrangements. The story goes that this was a coy joke about the smell. This certainly has the whiff of folk etymology about it, but it might just be true.

    • I do love it when my posts stimulate comments such as this…. It tells me I did it righter than I knew….


      Although I believe astrology to be a half-assed science, it certainly does nail the Scorpios I know, including me….to an extent. I do deliberately mitigate certain facets of me, if for no other reason than to remain unpredictable…. Predictable people make easy targets.

      I had heard that story about the Rose Theater and Slick Willie, and it does sound true, especially for the time, and the way he used the current slang so often in his plays.

      I’m glad you enjoyed today’s mess….

      See ya ’round the net, Lady P….


      gigoid, the dubious

    • Kinda gets ya, right here, doesn’t it?

      (points to butt….)

      I really do love nonsense…. Good to see you, my friend… I’ll be over later today to try to get a little caught up to your stuff… enjoyed the Sunday memes…



  2. Funny.. the things we can take for granted in liFe..
    but for me.. even working with over 100
    folks everyday.. in extremely close
    quarters in a 12 lane
    Military Bowling Center..
    for close to two decades..
    i was never comfortable
    moving from behind that
    Big horseshoe shaped
    desk.. and standing
    close to the three
    foot full
    body space
    of another human being..
    it made me uneasy.. ’cause
    i was simply uncomfortable in my
    own skin.. when i stood ‘straight’.. i felt
    like i might tip over.. perhaps my bearings
    were not on straight.. and true they were not..
    and no doubt motor coordination problems
    are part and parcel of the Autism
    Spectrum.. but i tend to THINK..
    it is more likely ’cause
    i spent most of my life
    up to that point enclosed
    in a desk in a lecture hall as 6 years
    of college and 13 years of school under
    that will do that to ya.. even with the occasional
    afternoon and P.E. breaks at school.. but anyway..
    i truly believe that doing what you most fear will set ya
    free.. as i was also the boy who probably feared
    changing in the locker room most
    too.. as i was a
    just.. let’s face
    it.. an
    social scaredy
    cat then.. and a very
    domesticated and soft
    young cat…
    oh.. the wild..
    oh.. the furry..
    on the CAll of the
    Wild i finAlly heaRd
    ya.. and respondeD
    WAY.. iN fearless kiNd..
    And true.. adventure therapy
    is a new therapy for PTSD.. i whole
    heartily and bodily agree.. if there is one
    thing i will lay on my death bed to agree
    too.. is.. oh GOD.. THANKS..
    AT AGE
    dam.. just imagine what all then.. now..
    i could have done.. at age 21.. or 13.. if
    set free then.. nah.. probably law enforcement..
    military.. or ugh.. who knows.. even torturer in
    Guantanamo Bay.. only by the
    Grace of Nature.. and
    environment.. i am
    what i am now..
    all-n-all.. it’s
    i.. now..
    Shoes.. oh
    Shoes that
    wE walk
    by the
    Grace oF
    aLL whAt iS..
    Thanks God of
    Nature.. BAREFOOT NOW..
    iN oh my God! B A L A N C E !..
    If Stephen Hawking iS correct
    and God iS Gravity..
    my answer
    the sAMe
    B A L A N C E
    wiTh GraviTy iS WAY..:)

    • You’d never have been a torturer, my friend. You avoided all that by the choices you made, whether made out of fear, or courage, or, merely need of the moment. You are right, balance is a huge part of the secret to us humans; another part is ‘timing is everything’. This applies, of course, most strongly to our choices, which is our only true power in reality, so, rather than seeing your past as making wrong choices, from which you needed to break free, see it more as laying the groundwork for what was to come, as you sought the right Time to find your Balance…

      Nice response, dude….

      See ya…


      gigoid, the dubious

      • Ah.. yes.. my greatEst gift of liGht iS dARk..
        and truly beyond terror.. beyond any
        demons imaginable
        was the total
        loss of human
        empathy.. an organic
        issue for me.. and why
        i understand the dark side
        of human so much better now..
        with even empathy for the darkest
        places.. anyway.. other than that..
        nah.. i don’t feel comfortable
        killing a roach or an ant..
        as i feel them..
        heARt my friend..
        empathy beyond belief
        in most avenues of modern life..:)

    • I’ve never understood that; why have a blog if you don’t intend to invite comments? People are funny, aren’t they?….

      Glad to see you around, & posting again, milady….



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