Born to be mild….

Ffolkes,

“What men really want is not knowledge but certainty.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~

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gigoid leaving his mark in Beijing, 2004….

Hajime…. To answer any untoward remarks before they occur, yes, my hair was short. In fact, this picture shows how I looked about a week after the very last haircut I got; I haven’t cut it since. The picture was taken during a short trip to China, where I tried, without notable success, to secure a job teaching English in their schools for a year, under contract. However, I mis-prepared, and was unable to secure a position before my savings got too small to stay….

I did spend 10 days in the capitol of China, where I met, and made some great friends, a couple of whom still communicate occasionally. This photo was taken by one of the other teachers seeking jobs, with whom I stayed, in a bar in some random alley, called hutongs, in which much of the street and night life takes place. This particular hutong was lined with about 20 or 30 bars, all with different themes of music and/or decor, to attract tourists and their Chinese fans, all of whom want to practice their English. There is a rather extensive community of expatriates and traveling young people who also tend to gather there, to mingle and find someone with whom to speak their own language

A bit of history is always good, right? So we are told, anyway. Good morrow, ffolkes. I am up, tired and late, again, but, have a Pearl to post, so, all will eventually be well. Well, it will be, if Leelu and I can come to terms today. She’s being a bit rude this morning; can’t say why. She’ll get over it, as will I, if I can get this done. To help with that, I’ll use the old red-tape scissors on the intro, & get us on our way without any further BS, or nonsense, or, well, anything at all…. It’s actually pretty easy, and works like this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“I bid him look into the lives of men as though into a mirror, and
from others to take an example for himself.”

~~ Terence — Adelphoe, Act iii, Sc. 3, 61, (415.) ~~

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joan baez

 

Today I felt like hearing a ‘voice’. This lady’s voice is, quite simply, the best of my generation….. This is her 75th birthday celebration, which, naturally, she celebrated on stage, in New York. Enjoy, ffolkes; she’s the best…..

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Joan Baez Live 2016
75th Birthday Celebration

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https://youtu.be/4b0XeJNK-Sk

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Dont keep calm

 

I’m still recovering from my trip, thanks to my advanced years, all of which seem to continually catch me unawares…. Here is a discussion from the archives, to sublimate today’s angst….. Enjoy!….

From 1/27/2013:

“Life is not separate from death. It only looks that way.” — Native American Proverb (Blackfoot)

Right! What a wonderful pearl! Not only is it short and sweet, it’s just packed with insight and implied wisdom…. In my mind, when I read it, I get a vision of a fireworks fountain, spewing light and beauty into the air, in blazing, colorful sparks…. A bit fanciful, but that’s the impression I got upon seeing it the first time…. You see, I’ve been thinking a lot of late, about Death vs. Life, due most likely to the fact that my own time to face that specter is approaching, seemingly ever more rapidly, as it tends to do later in our lives. When we look back over the time we’ve had on this Earth, the time left seems so short….

But, it isn’t really any shorter, nor, I’ve come to believe, is there anything to fear from Death’s approach. We all get to live just one day at a time…. Nay, not even so much…. we live one moment at a time, and we can’t make it go faster, or slow it down. So, worrying about what might happen in the future is a waste of the moment, and not worth the effort of doing so. In addition, I’ve come to the conclusion that what happens after Death comes for us isn’t anything to fret over, either, because, logically, death is merely a transition phase, from one level of perception to another, with the other being a reality for which we do not possess the ability to perceive, lacking some organ, or some mental awareness that is needed to do so…..

There is no evidence at all that consciousness, as we understand it, persists on this level of reality after the body has died. On the other hand, there is also no evidence at all that it does not continue to exist, on some other level that we are not aware of; add to this the simple fact that in our universe, according to physical laws, energy, in ALL of its forms, cannot be destroyed, only changed in form. The Law of the Conservation of Energy has been proven many times, and is not a matter for dispute. When one considers consciousness, i.e., the MIND, as a form of energy, it makes perfect sense to assume that it changes forms when we die, but is not destroyed. It is the only logical answer, as far as I can see….

The wise women and men of the Blackfoot tribe apparently were aware of this, as well as being aware that the universe exists as a duality, with each characteristic of reality having its opposite complement, that defines and proves its very existence. We see the world in these opposites, so it is very easy to be fooled into thinking that what we see is the true nature of that reality…. but, it isn’t, because those two opposites are all part of the same grand scheme of things, and cannot be separated, not in reality…. only in our minds, where we separate them in order to comprehend them….

“Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue.” — Murphy, courtesy of Smart Bee

Why does he do that? Why wait until I’ve spouted off for almost a thousand words before dropping these little bombs? Ah well, fuck him, and his bloody white horse! Everything I said above is the absolute truth, in my mind, so Murphy can just go f__k himself. Even though this aphorism is also true as the day is long, I don’t think I’ve gone so far astray that it applies… so, in spite of the Irish asshole, we’ll push on….

I have yet to discern any reason that can logically, or even speculatively, answer the question of why we don’t remember any of the time we’ve spent dead, or whatever it’s called when we’re busy not living on this plane of existence. You know, before you were born? And after we die? All of that is a long time, and since it is logical to assume the energy that makes up our consciousness is still in existence when we aren’t alive, in the classic sense, then it is also logical to assume that our minds are busy doing….. something else.

What that may be, well, your guess is as good as mine…. But, some folks’ guesses aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on…. I doubt seriously that the typical version of Heaven is a likely scenario, nor is Hell…. I regard those as just the unscrupulous concepts created by the BRC and/or priestly hierarchies to try to control the populace, not having any basis, or evidence to support them, in reality. In fact, there is ample evidence that shows otherwise, if one is open to perceiving it….. I figure what Robert Heinlein said once is the best way to look at it, “There’s no evidence that says we live after death; there is also no evidence saying we don’t. Soon enough, you will know, so why worry about it now?” (That may be slightly paraphrased, but the idea is precisely accurate….)

Ah well, this subject, due to its nature, is one that we, or I, could ramble on about all day, and, from the looks of things, almost have done so. Life and Death are popular subjects, understandably enough, and since we all are experts, there’s no lack of stuff to read about it; everybody’s talking, as Glenn Campbell said. But, since we have the rest of this Pearl to finish, I guess I’ll let this go for now….. Just keep in mind, ffolkes, Death isn’t anything to fear, because, if nothing else, Life itself is proof of our continued existence after it is gone…. Think about it….

“The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.” — E. L. Konigsburg

“One never realizes how much and how little he knows until he starts talking.” — Louis L’Amour

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Comedy_Tragedy

Confidentially Paranoid

Only when the bright sunlight of dreams draws nigh
can the dark glass of reality factor true value..
Destiny’s horses run in fear as time goes dry,
for grappling with fate in such traitorous venue.

In pallid costumes made of graven cast-off tales,
fallen angels and demons show the measure of faith.
No sad transactions should escape these well-marked trails,
no angry relatives cast insults to a sedentary wraith.

Meaning can always hide in literal cold intent,
yet show mere facets of honor to perishable youth.
Sincere contentions leave with sorrowful bent,
while bastardly arguments fill in poorly for the truth.

Gone are moments filled with florid blasts of rhyme
left to moulder on the shoulders of unreasonable hope.
Only courage can save these measures of unspoken time
to gather new issues, powerfully broad, painful in scope.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/25/2015

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pearls_3

 

Our final pearl today requires a bit of explanation. Well, more of an apology, really, but, we’ll go with the former, for dignity’s sake. These pearls all picked themselves; I had nothing to do with the choices. I found myself in an old, familiar state, wherein I cruise through the database, and let my hand on the mouse have free rein, connected only to my unconscious mind. The results are generally fairly subtle, but, this one reaches for new heights of obscurity. That’s fine with me; that always makes it a challenge to figure out the final conclusion, especially given the simple fact there isn’t always one to figure out. Sometimes, the mountain is just a mountain…. Enjoy, ffolkes; this one’s quite a ride….

Serendipity is where you find it….

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“The cold wind that blows before and after time.”

~~ T.S. Eliot ~~

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“If you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd,
take a look back every now and then
to make sure it’s still there.”

~~ The Cowboy’s Guide to Life ~~

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The head thinks,
the hands labor, but it’s
the heart that laughs.

~~ Liz Curtis Higgs ~~

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I postpone death
by living,
by suffering,
by error,
by risking,
by giving,
by losing.

~~ Anais Nin ~~

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“It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another;
it is one damn thing over and over.”

~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay ~~

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“Dharma: What is the greatest mystery of all?
Yudishthira: That each day, death walks the earth,
and we continue to live as though we were immortal.”

~~ The Bhagvad Gita ~~

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“Forward goes the vanguard of the lunatic fringe,
tickling the death clowns of normality.”

~~ HealNorm ~~

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“Change is disruptive–that’s the point!”

~~ Karen Bredfeldt ~~

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“Toes, knees, NIPPLES.
Toes, knees, nipples, KNUCKLES…
Nipples, dimples, knuckles, NICKLES,
wrinkles, pimples!!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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I did it. I wasn’t entirely confident it would get done, but, after a short conversation with a friend in Europe, and some minor scuffles with Leelu, it’s finished, at least to the point I’m done with trying to get it to look any better. Once again, we’ll trust the process, and go post what we have. I will try again, as is my wont. Moreover, I’ll do that, and be back tomorrow; habits die hard. See y’all in the morning, ffolkes; I seem to have little choice in the matter….

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.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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Γ€ bientΓ΄t, mon cherΓ­….

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15 thoughts on “Born to be mild….

    • *grin* I know the feeling; perhaps, if you sought for Morpheus, you’d have better luck…

      BTW… Emmylou joins Joan for the third song, right after she does a song with David Crosby….

      Enjoy!….

      gigoid

    • *grin* I’m not responsible for Oscar’s irascibility…. I’m glad you enjoyed today’s mess…. Welcome, and welcome any time….

      πŸ™‚

      gigoid

      😎

    • SK…. thanks, ami. I’m glad you enjoy my messes…. I try to get by when I can; been a little under the weather, plus travel, of late, so, my surfing is limited…. Take care, & blessed be….

      gigoid

  1. Sitting here enjoying the music, Ned… Good choice!
    I believe your ‘unconscious’ mind chose well; a great read (fortunate serendipity). I guess, Ned, we’ll all know one day (though, still practising what I preach). πŸ˜‰
    In the meantime we can, at least, live as suits us. I choose good music, dance, growing old (er) graciously, and enjoying knowing folks such as you…
    xoxoxo

    • Aww…. You’re such a sweetie…. I’m glad you enjoy my messes, and can only say, a big ‘ditto’ to enjoying folks like you

      xoxo

      gigoid, aka, Ned

  2. Hi! gigoid.. almost exhausted here after my last 15K word 671st..
    Macro Verse of my LonGeST Form Poem but fired back up after a night
    of sensual dance that always fuels all things associated with ART oF
    social/nature cognition for me in terms of moving.. connecting
    and creating whole.. and truly why DancE and
    SonG.. iNcluding poeTry iS my onLY
    TRUE RELIGION FRIEND..
    other than learning
    to accept all the dARk and
    LiGht oF noW as sacRed HolY
    and change what i can
    and lEt the
    DaRk that iS
    here as is that
    i cannot change
    a pArt of the SacRed
    hoPe that more folks
    who are DArk WiLL to
    become more liGht iN ArT
    than science of fear and hate
    and all other stuff related to
    not LiVinG liFe WeLL aT aLL..
    so sad so sad in DArk oF aLL
    trUly FaLL of hUman Angel
    potential Altruistic
    ways like
    our Bonobo
    FrienDs who juST
    Love moST All iN tHe
    liGht of EnJoYinG noW
    WitH only Food.. Shelter..
    Water.. and yes.. luSt and
    Love to make liFe aLL.. AH..
    Love noW.. mY FriEnD and so
    nice to see you back on Facebook.,
    Facebook FriEnD Ned.. too.. numbering
    iN as 51 who are even brave enough to
    have me on their FriEnD liSt @ALL.. as
    i come here for TrUth and liGht and often
    upset the so-called Atheist with my insistence
    that Nature.. Magic.. God and all stuff life iS
    saCreD hOly ALLTHATIS SAME.. and my
    insistence.. that whomever wrote the
    words of the gnostic Jesus.. was
    more Yogi-Leaning than any
    other metaphor of
    sacred text
    dudes or dudettes and
    of course the insinuation noW
    that a dude called MuHammad
    who dictated something called
    the KuRaN in just 2000 words of
    vocabulary in an 80K word book..
    is the last F In Prophet when little
    old me.. the permanently disabled
    dude in a little River Town who could
    not speak before age 4.. mumbling his
    way through life fast and incoherently
    to most in a thousand different subjects
    of flighty ADHD mind all at once.. who has
    now written 11 million words online.. including
    the longest long form poem that is my Word
    Press Blog now approaching 4 million words
    itself.. that is at least 40 times longer than than
    the friGGinG little bitty gnat sized Kuran in comparison..
    wHere even one of my macro Verses per ‘GodsUniVerseNovel3’..
    is 4 times as long as that little black book.. and almost half the
    size of the entire F iN Bible new and old testament full.. and
    twice as large as the Frigging New Testament now at
    only 180K words compared to my 338,630 words
    big Macro Verse noW.. in pARt of what
    WiLL be here.. the 672nd macro verse of
    tHaT wHOLE LONG POEM NOW..
    anyway..
    i peck the eyes iN metaFO
    RcE of folks who think they are
    the last and first of anything now..
    in terms of sacred text.. as idols of
    men who WE now.. are far exceeding
    in human potential.. with the help of God ALL
    ONe heRe on eARTh.. including all of Google and
    the Internet too.. in terms of synergistic effect and
    Emotional AFFECT TOO.. in all the arts and sciences
    of humankind eYes of God maniFest in this Golden City
    IIT without even the Sun and Moon for liGht.. additionAlly
    defeating the law of entropy in Nature’s full science way..
    iN ART and SCIENCE as just one SonG oF
    EmoTioNaL Energy NOW can repeat..
    almost forever in terms of human
    lives here on earth relatively
    speaking as long as
    Servers continue
    to serve up
    that human
    EmoTioNaLLy
    inSpiRinG Energy
    with tiny tiny batteries
    iN sMARt PhOne way..
    that can move a 230LB
    man like me through spiRAls
    oF Ballet and Martial Arts
    Dance for hours on end
    in juST Super WalmARt
    AisleS now.. so.. sure.. now
    i/wE come here to SpRead
    trUth and liGht and
    while the HuMan
    Social Animal
    instinct sTiLL
    dictates conformity
    for the social norm for
    overall survival.. we live in
    a technology aided world where
    the outcasts with the Bigger TruThs
    oF liGhtS.. without fear of crucifixion.. starvation
    and such as that.. or even psychopathic leaning
    fools who will never ever get down this far in the
    deeper metaFORCE OF LiFe to DIFFERENT like
    the metaphors of the New Testament created
    by whomever created THAT have much
    deeper meanings than MOST
    never even get a FULL clue oN
    now.. not EVEN
    THE LITERALLY
    THINKING PSYCHOPATHIC
    LEANING PRIESTS AND PREACHERS
    AS SCIENCE SHOWS AS FACT ARE PART
    OF THE TOP TEN PROFESSIONS WHERE
    THOSE KIND OF FOLKS LURK.. ‘PErvFECT’ PLACES
    TO MANIPULATE OTHER FOLKS FOR MATERIAL GAINS
    AND REPRODUCTIVE CONTROL.. AND CHANGING THE
    RULES TO GET 10 WIVES INSTEAD OF 4 AS ‘SOME’ HAVE
    CERTAINLY DONE IN HISTORY.. ADDITIONALLY.. ENFORCING
    THEIR RELIGIOUS RULE BY PENALTY OF DEATH AND TORTURE
    AND STONING LESBIAN WOMEN IN IRAN.. WHILE COVERING
    THEM IN DIRT TO THEIR BREASTS WHERE THEY CANNOT
    SHIELD THEIR EYES.. WELL.. LET ME TELL YOU.. THE REAL
    GOD.. YES.. THE SAME GOD THAT WHOMEVER WROTE
    THE GNOSTIC GOSPEL OF THOMAS.. PER SO-CALLED
    JESUS.. IS TIRED OF OTHER PARTS OF GOD HARMING
    EACH OTHER FOR FOOLISH INSANE PSYCHOPATHIC
    FOLKS LEANING RULES OF YESTERNOWS.. ThEIR
    IS A WAVE IN THIS WORLD.. A NoW SEVENTH SEAL
    WAVE NAMED SACRED LOVE THAT IS BREAkING..
    RIsING LIKE A TSUNAMI AND iN A SYNERGY
    OF A TIPPING POINT WILL SWEEP
    THE HATE.. AND PERHAPS
    EVEN MUCH OF THE FEAR
    AWAY TOO.. AND i.. my fRiEnd
    aM pArt of an Iron Fist of God
    as meteor in metaphor among
    many others who have
    come back now..
    in metaphor
    of phoenix rising
    from the lies of culture
    wHO are bRinGing the
    fist of the God oF Nature
    altruistic fearless Love back
    to punch the FucKinG haters
    back to knock them back
    iN
    Fearless Love..
    hehe.. tSuNaMi am i..
    and i’Ve lots of tSuNaMi
    FriEnds BacKinG mE Up
    whether they are cognizant
    of thAT fAct and Art and ReaL
    ALL NATURAL QUANTUM
    MECHANICS MAGIC NOW
    iN THE HUMAN MIND AND BODY
    BALANCED SOUL UNLEASHED AND
    RELEASED.. HeHeh.. these ARE INTERESTING..
    VERY interesting nows.. my friend.. and i’m jUst
    a court reporter/scribe/poet as such to
    wRite iT aLL FucKinG dOwn.. in terms
    oF iF yoU seeK iN God.. yEs the REAL
    GOD OF NATURE NOW.. IT’s NOW
    FOR NATURE ALLTHATIS PeR US..
    TO TAKE
    GOD BACK
    OUT OF FUCKING
    LITTLE BLACK BOOKS..
    OCEAN oF i..wE sMiles
    iN streAMs to Rivers oF
    LoVe NOW mY FriEnd..
    NO LUKE WARM HERE..
    LUKE OF STAR WARS HIGH
    IN AWAKENING AND ENLIGHTENING
    WISDOM EYE OF GOD IN US/WE ILLUMINATI
    OF
    FEARLESS
    LOVENOW..
    mY FriEnd..:)

    • And yet another great outburst of song brother… One part gave me a smile…. “pervs” being attracted to the priesthood… It reminded me of the “Myth” books by Robert Aspirin, in which a young wizard, from the dimension of Klod, becomes the apprentice of a wizard from the dimension of Perv, whose residents look like humanoid lizards, and are called Pervects, never Perverts…. Funny books…

      Anywho, glad you enjoyed today’s mess….

      I’ll be by to check your latest…

      gigoid

      • Thanks.. my friend..
        noW aftA soMe Sand
        aNd Sun and Dance oFF
        to refresh more.. i’m Off to
        your next blog posT noW…
        to see.. hehe.. wHere i go
        neXtnoW.. as i moST alWays
        StArt oFfT wiTh whAt ‘they’
        nAMe aS Zen MiNd eVen
        afTer i read whatever comes
        nexT..
        iT’s liKe
        A BoX oF
        Chocolates
        as ForRrEst
        WiLL saY
        too iN
        GumP
        TioN way..;)

    • If you look closely at how round I was, you’ll see how much I’ve lost, too… I was about 235 lbs. then; now I’m about 180…. skinnier face now….

      Damn glad I lost it; it was killing me…

      gigoid

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