Ffolkes,
~~ Pliny the Younger — Letters, Book i, Letter xviii, 5 ~~
Shadow of a not-so-crooked old man….
Hajime…. As I sit to begin this morning, I am struck by just how important to my sanity this process has become. Of course, sanity is a question-begging term for most folks, Most ffolkes, too. For me, it’s not a question, at all, at all. I am crazy as a bed-bug, as the saying goes, but, rather than suffer from it, I tend to revel in it. But, then, I am strange, and have accepted it as reality. In fact, being ‘tetched’, as it were, has afforded me untold opportunities in Life, of which otherwise I might never have seen or heard, to my everlasting regret. Since I don’t believe in regrets, I chose insanity.
You see, insanity is not the boojum most folks would have us believe. It is merely another of the many states of mind we humans can adopt, a state which, in truth, is merely another method humans have developed to deal with a big, scary universe they don’t always understand. It isn’t, as we are told, a bad method, it’s merely strange, compared to what most people have experienced. Strange and different don’t always have to mean ‘bad’; if it works to help the person deal with life more effectively than their previous method, well, so be it, in my book. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
But, the rest of the world doesn’t much like strange and different; those two adjectives have, unfortunately, been given a bad rap, in my estimation, and needn’t be viewed askance any more than any other such superlatives. In fact, they offer many advantages the merely sane are unable to even perceive, and, in their own way, are honorable methods for dealing with Life at Large. Well, I find them so, anyway….
I think I’m lost. I haven’t a clue how we got to this point, other than by indulging my own talent for blather. Since we’ve gotten to this point without having any real direction, perhaps it would be best to get on with the show, before we reach the point of no return. We need the return, for the deposit. Therefore, I am calling a halt to any further nonsense, sense, or blather, and will now flip this little switch right over here, which should take us directly to the oyster beds, express-style…. Hang on….
Shall we Pearl?….
~~ Alex Karras in “Blazing Saddles” ~~
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The musical selection for today is an example of pure self-indulgence. I feel like listening to something both soothing, and hot. I can’t think of a better artist to cover both. Here is a live concert from the Oakland Coliseum in 1989. It just doesn’t get any better than this, ffolkes, not in my world…. Enjoy, if you will….
Bonnie Raitt Live
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Yesterday, for a time, before my back & shoulders began to react to the oncoming rain we’re expecting today, I spent time commenting on a friend’s blog. He posts mostly about politics and issues in the Middle East, and can be found here: https://lobotero.com/
My comments became rather a lengthy series of mini-rants, and, apparently, have cleared out any angst that had built up. So, in today’s section reserved for such ranting, you get an old-school pearl, designed to create more angst, or, as we like to call it sometimes, stimulating our rage against the Machine…. It isn’t the most pointed pearl ever, but, it gets rather esoteric and strange in spots…. As well, it’s got some rather tasty shots…. Enjoy!….
“The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal.” — Aristotle
“In all levels of life, the sheep are safe only when the wolves are not hungry.” — F. J. Lovret
“If you have ever seen a four-year-old trying to lord it over a two-year-old, then you know what the basic problem of human nature is — and why government keeps growing larger and ever more intrusive.” — Thomas Sowell
“When I was seven years old, I was once reprimanded by my mother for an act of collective brutality in which I had been involved at school. A group of seven-year-olds had been teasing and tormenting a six-year-old. It is always so, my mother said. You do things together which not one of you would think of doing alone…. Wherever one looks in the world of human organization, collective responsibility brings a lowering of moral standards. The military establishment is an extreme case, an organization which seems to have been expressly designed to make it possible for people to do things together which nobody in his right mind would do alone.” — Freeman Dyson, Weapons and Hope
“A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.” — Paul Simon
“King Arthur and his armored goons of the Round Table functioned as the Politburo of a slave state: Camelot. Of all who have written on the Matter of Arthur, from Malory to White, only Mark Twain understood this. But Mark Twain was a great writer.” — Edward Abbey
“How many Presidential family members does it take to screw in a light bulb in the White House? Two, Hillary for her office, Bill for the rest of the White House.” — Snarky Bee
“I am quite sure that (bar one) I have no race prejudices, and I think I have no color prejudices or caste prejudices nor creed prejudices. Indeed I know it. I can stand any society. all that I care to know is that a man is a human being – that is enough for me; he can’t be any worse.” — Mark Twain — Harper’s Magazine, September, 1899
“If voting could change the system it would be illegal. If not voting could change the system it would be illegal.” — Schroedinger’s Cat
Is a mirrored,
Spiked casket.”
~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~
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Portraits of iconic symbols, crashing, singing, forgotten;
evolving into mature innovation, as yet pale, and rotten.
Still water justly breeds, impenetrable primal verses resound;
unholy moments tarry, emotion swirls in passion unbound
Spiritual ovulation precedes each pregnant pause;
gravid, time moves on, following destiny’s cause.
Cast adrift on waves of confusion, to a final, damp landing;
salvation beckons sweetly, fed well on understanding.
Dreams directly fall, in night’s grey bower, unbidden;
lingering flavors in simple taste, lovingly, cleverly hidden.
Childish laughter sounds, joyful, bright, and clear;
no need ever to hide, no more monsters to fear.
Temper most foul arrives under unregistered mail;
forgotten taunts live on, lashed by an ancient flail.
Plain dealing delivers such lasting specks of honest hate;
savage in retrospect, never hasty, always running late.
Forever, cries an ambient lover of the pending night;
his pale, weak issue forms its own failing light.
Still, fortune favors such as those who apprehend;
Sweet love of Gaia, let it never end.
~~ gigoid ~~
3/10/2013
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Life according to Jimi
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“But first, are you experienced?”
~~ Jimi Hendrix ~~
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“[Freedom is] the power to live as you will.
Who then lives as he wills?”
~~ Marcus Tullius Cicero ~~
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“Make haste slowly.”
~~ Ben Franklin ~~
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“Where no hope is left, is left no fear.”
~~ Milton ~~
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“If you want to be loved, be lovable.”
~~ Ovid ~~
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“I have noticed that nothing I have never said ever did me any harm.”
~~ Calvin Coolidge ~~
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“The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world
is to be in reality what we would appear to be;
all human virtues increase and strengthen themselves
by the practice and experience of them.”
~~ Socrates ~~
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“Use a mirror in difficult times:
You will see both cause and resolution.”
~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~
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“If I don’t meet you no more in this world
Then I’ll see you in the next one.
Don’t be late”
~~ Jimi Hendrix ~~
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Having fulfilled the minimum requirements for a Pearl of Virtual Wisdom, we shall take our leave. We shall, in the interim before our return, attempt strongly to rid ourselves of this damnable royal “we” into which we keep stumbling. We are hopeful of success. We are also outta there, until the morrow. Count on it….
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.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….
gigoid 
Thanx for the shout out my friend……my grandfather said “insanity was the best way to handle reality”…..”Excuse me while I kiss the sky”. Have a great day my friend…..chuq
Always a pleasure, amigo. Glad you enjoyed today’s mess… I figured you’d like the pearls today….
😉
I’ll be by to vent….
gigoid, the dubious
I look forward to it….chuq
Incredible!
I started blogging this month, and it is a pleasure that I came across your blog.
It has inspired me to start my third article.
Thank you:)
Welcome…. I’m glad you enjoyed today’s little mess. Feel free to drop in any time….
gigoid, the dubious
SMiLes.. as Synchronicity
continues to brew..
and magic
is as
real as
the observer
affect in effect
of you’s and i’s
and we’s and me’s
and uS’ of Allthatis for rEal..
Anyway.. the naked truth can hurt
as fully illustrated in the video above..
but the Nature oF hUman iS beautiful as free
as at least what science shows of it… in those
incredible symphony of science videos we also
share.. It’s hard to go naked in this world.. but God
dam it’s fun.. Impulsive intuitive actions.. Bi-polar
and ADHD too.. extreme focus to get the job
done.. yes.. Asperger’s too.. but the bottom
line is yes.. crazy than the rest works
to get the job dOne.. and some
nows iT takes
human
potential
the rest of way..
the point is.. there are
many other sprouts just waiting
to bloom.. to find them and sprinkle
them.. with sparks may just be enough
to make the liGht come back baby
once again..
iN Free my friend..
oh the flow.. oh the ZonE..
should i reAlly care iF anyone
comes with me.. WeLL.. trUly the
only way to get here iN the
first place iS
the liGht
of Caring
and that my
friend is why the
Devil’s among uS wILL
never come.. until they too..
set themselves free iN Angel
caRinG ways.. iS iT possible..
to sit for sure.. to move.. more
difficult.. to connect after
moving easier.. to
create.. the
ultimate
destination
for FREE Of Tree
oF LiFe to spRead
in liVinG words oF Nature
liVinG i.. sMiLes.. just brushing
waves of i.. smooth now across
shores.. of what iS real.. my friend..
and yes.. crazy too.. Big Bangs don’t
go off without a wild and free
song or dance.. of other
than
group thInks..:)
Good eye for the point of being crazy, my friend. When I worked with the mentally ill, for 17+ years, one of the first observational conclusions I made was that MOST of those with psychotic issues were vulnerable to them simply because of the way they perceived the world around them. They were inundated in images, sounds, and interactions they couldn’t keep up with, and so retreated into their own minds to find a method of coping… The sad part was only one or two of the psychiatrists I met in the system even suspected this…
Ah, well, I think Santayana had something to say about insanity being a sane reaction to an insane world…. or, maybe it was Kierkegaard… Sometimes they all blur together in my crazy, yet always copious and precise memory…
😉
I’ll be by tonight; not done quite yet, Leelu’s opinion notwithstanding…
See ya, brother
Love
gigoid
sMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid.. one of favorite movies..
“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.. says it real..
truly a culture that imposes routine over reality
of change.. is insane.. or in Einstein’s definition
of Insanity.. doing it over and over again..
is truly insane.. as Nature
doesn’t work that way..
and the quickest way
to Kill the God of nature
is to trap her now in words
or books.. of hidden lies
to control others who
wanna store
more grain
than tHeir
brethren or
sistren to insure
the beaks of children
and theiR children get
thEir fill and more for
the offspring of they..
oh God.. a Labyrinth
of cultural hell.. storing
grain has become.. wHere
now the tools.. books.. words
and other.. are human and God too..
in idols of other than God of Nature true…
But of course.. like Jack.. one must find a way
to escape the camel of culture first.. to arrive
at thiS destination as free.. and to escape
the Nurse RatchED.. as Church and
State and big bLack Legal
books.. including
Bibles and
also rans..
iS quite..
yes..
the
eye
of the Needle
noW.. sTiLL.. no different
reAlly than the stories oF
2K years ago.. sTiLL trapped
iN gRaiNs Of yesternows.. some
10K or so.. years before that.. so.. yes..
when you first indicated your postulates
of truth and liGht.. per main too.. was aLL iS
change and thou art God.. let’s do lunch..
that is the real God.. including all of the
rest of Nature.. that has been
put down to
dominating
and
excluding
tHis truth and liGht
of REAL.. and that labyrinth
of words.. politics.. as state and
religion.. hides the God of Nature
In clothes aS idols oF tools iN heLL
now.. i avoided the lobotomy..
and still remain
free.. oh..
yes.. now..
give me Liberty
or give me death..
onLY frEE iS life.. REAL..
sADly.. so many others have
accepted the lobotomy at hand
in culture.. in state.. in church.. as
they shuffle by with eYes and hands
and feat oF feet..
as iLL
gOne
dArk…
LiGht reMaiNs..
and that’s the
good news..
now.. mY
friend..
iT’s a heLL oF an
anchor iN truth for
Tree Of LiFeNow LiGht..:)
Nice shadow!
Thanks…. serendipity shot…
gigoid
You’re quite the photographer!