Mundane notions of propriety, at cost….


“We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact
that each moment of life is a miracle and a mystery.”

~~ H.G. Wells ~~

full moon 9-8-14

Super Moon 9/8/2014

Hajime…. It is now a bit after 5 AM here in California, which means I’ve been up for at least two hours, trying to find the words to begin. As you see, the words found are, shall we say, less than compelling? Yes, we shall. Yet, even though there isn’t anything particularly elegant or inspiring laying about my mind, there is enough material already in place to make up a dandy little Pearl. Therefore, we went with the realistic confession of our inability to create, which, though less than riveting, gets us down the page….

How far it will get us remains to be seen, as I am unsure, given my current mental status, just how long I can keep up this inane patter. Why, just a moment ago, as I wrote the previous sentence, I had to stop, play with Leelu, and find my way back to this sentence, while keeping up the illusion we actually planned all this. Not bad, I’d say, for someone currently without a clue. Still, even if I’m lacking in clues, I do have my chutzpah, which generally serves me well to carry off any such maneuvers; needless to say, I keep it close at hand on such mornings.

I think it’s all used up now, though, so, perhaps this would be the right time to take this slow on the toad. Sure, that’s the ticket. In fact, I’m going to employ our long-neglected, formerly most-used technique for getting us out of the intro. We call it, simply, old #4, and it works quite quickly when we remember it. In fact, so quickly, I’d best stop here, before it cuts me off before…..

Shall we Pearl?….

Eternity has nothing to do with the hereafter… This is it… If you don’t get it here, you won’t get it anywhere. The experience of eternity right here and now is the function of life. Heaven is not the place to have the experience; here’s the place to have the experience.” — Joseph Campbell



That’s right; when you see this icon above this section, it means you’ll be hearing a collection of classical music. Go figure…. Oh, and, enjoy!….


Classical Music





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Y’all may be wondering why, since I arose at 3 AM to begin this Pearl, I have no fresh rant. The simple answer is I’m fresh out of angst. Of course, that would be stretching the truth, but, it will work for today. Here’s one from 2013 to soothe my fevered brow…. and, get us down the page….

From 4/20/13:

Quis custodiet ipsos Custodes? [Who guards the Guardians?] — Juvenal

This is the perfect opening for a discussion of gun control, for me, as I believe strongly that this is the bottom line issue for that particular subject…… Sure, taking guns out of the hands of people who are insane is a good thing; nobody, I think, can argue that. The problem lies in figuring out WHO gets to decide what sanity is, the same issue that comes up in discussing getting rid of firearms altogether.

You see, I’m sorry, but, I just can’t bring myself to trust the Beloved Ruling Class to decide who is sane, and who isn’t. Part of this stems from the fact that I don’t consider anyone in public office to have a very tight grip on sanity to begin with…. How effective can it be to have insane people making the rules for deciding who is insane? Not very, I suspect….

Yet, I read many articles that profess the belief that the police, and the army, who naturally would have to have guns (Why? If nobody is supposed to have them, why would they need them?), are more trustworthy than the common citizen. I’m sorry, but, just what planet did you say you came from?

It certainly isn’t Earth, because, last time I looked, all the police, all the folks in the army, and all the folks who tell them what to do, are all PEOPLE, just like anyone else, suffering the same fears, the same delusions or preconceptions, and the same lack of morality, as does the average Joe on the streets. In fact, due to my experience at observing and identifying psychiatric symptoms common to the insane, I can honestly state that I see a higher percentage of police and military personnel who have a demonstrable lack of moral compass than I do in the general public.

Part of the problem is that the police and military end up as being attractive to the type of person who enjoys having power over others, whose self-image requires them to be in positions of authority, to be able to view themselves in a positive light, as successful. They equate money and power with success, and so gravitate to those sectors of society that deal in those commodities.

Normal, stable personality types seldom need to exercise power over others, and so avoid such pastimes, but to the selfish, and the sociopathic, the police and the army are seen as a path to what they term as success. If you see a flaw in this logic, please, enlighten me…. Until I see some evidence to the contrary, though, I find this to be a valuable, and accurate summation of the situation, thereby affording myself the opportunity to avoid the majority of their machinations, at least in a directly personal sense….

We all have to deal with them eventually though, so it’s good, I think, to be aware of the above arguments, as it will forewarn anyone who absorbs it, and takes it to heart, allowing them to defend themselves from the worst of the BRC’s attempts at repression, or oppression, if not all. Maintain a high level of doubt when considering announcements and decrees, stay alert to the news, and the meaning behind what you see there, and be ready to jump when the balloon goes up.

Things out in the Big Blue Room are getting a bit serious in spots, with potentially disastrous possibilities being threatened, so it would be a good thing to be ready for whatever may take place, no matter how insane…. And remember, guard yourself, against the Guardians themselves, if need be…..

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift; the rational mind is faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” — Albert Einstein




“Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so…”
I’d be crying a river, I thought
if ever such crap I bought.

Sorry if it hurts your sense of style,
but, hypocrisy always gives me bile.
Being lied to accidentally is okay,
but, deliberate lies make me angry, and fey.

Oh, God, hear what I pray!
Keep me from your followers today.
Having to listen to so much that is wrong
makes me puke, before it makes me strong.

I don’t know why it isn’t clear to other folks,
which is alright, you know, different strokes.
But, why should that mean that they must
force me to believe, or fail in trust?

Spare me the lies, and the make-believe,
fairy tales are easier to hear, and to weave.
They give us a lesson which we can feel
but don’t pretend at all to be real.

Reality can scare us, that’s a given fact,
still, met with care it will leave us mostly intact.
Met without fear, standing tall and alone
Life will allow us to make it our own.

Folly beckons, and so many follow
mass delusions seem to me most hollow.
I’ll have to stick to my own chosen way
while so many go so sadly astray.

It’s lonely at times, it may seem sad,
but really isn’t, and I’m quite glad,
that knowledge is always stronger than fear,
year after year, tear after tear…..

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Aristotle & friends…


“… as sight is in the body, so is reason in the soul…”

~~ Aristotle ~~
~~ Nicomachean Ethics, Bl. I, Ch. 6, 10966, lines 29-30 ~~


I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know:
the only ones among you who will be really happy
are those who have sought and found how to serve.”

~~ Albert Schweitzer ~~


“Always question Authority;
oft venal and wrong.”

~~ Wise Bee ~~


“The chief good is the suspension of the judgment,
which tranquility of mind follows like its shadow.”

~~ Diogenes Laertius — Pyrrho, xi ~~


If we are not stupid or insincere when we say
that the good or ill of man lies within his own will,
and that all beside is nothing to us,
why are we still troubled?”

~~ Epictetus — Discourses, Book i, Chap. xxv ~~


“He knew that insofar as one denies what is,
one is possessed by what is not,
the compulsions, the fantasies,
the terrors that flock to fill the void.”

~~ Ursula K. LeGuin, _The Lathe of Heaven_ ~~


Life is doing things, not making things.

~~ Aristotle ~~



Well, it’s done. I had high hopes for this one, which, clearly, had to be adjusted to account for reality. Since those adjustments took extra time, and space, I’ll forgo the usual blather here, and merely say, see y’all tomorrow, ffolkes. Perhaps, if all goes well, it will even be something special; you never know. We’ll see what we can do to make it so…. For now, to echo a pig, that’s all, ffolkes! See ya on the flip side….

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….


12 thoughts on “Mundane notions of propriety, at cost….

  1. I like the quote….”God gave man reason, not religion”… far as the cops go….most of these types would pay to wear the badge and carry the gun if it were required….soothing music….but today is my day for Leonard Cohen…..feeling nostalgic for the 70’s….see ya a little later…..chuq

  2. “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift;
    the rational mind is faithful servant.
    We have created a society that honors
    the servant and has forgotten the gift.”
    — Albert Einstein

    Hi.. gigoid.. what a long day in the
    FoRest and echoes of Nature’s
    SonG aT old University
    oF West Florida..
    it was quiet a dance
    and i quite enjoyed iT iN Balance..
    And speaKinG oF that boy THAT
    Einstein guy certainly had it all
    toGeTheR iN Sacred and
    Holy iNtuition that arises
    in aLL humAn wITh
    NatUre wHen sET FReED
    and sAdly the Tools of Mechanical
    Cognition Driven By culTuRe.. oF course..
    are becoming moreso one of the ‘Other
    GodS iN DaRk’ that other lighter BeiNGS
    are attracted to.. and get burned.. burned
    oh.. low.. so very slow burned now.. Ashes
    come and then Phoenix riseS noW FReED..:)

    • *smile* Hi, Fred. If there was an award for Human of the Century, Albert would get my vote for the Twentieth. I once read a story about him, of when he was a child. Apparently, he didn’t speak at all until he was five. His parents and he were at dinner one night in his fifth year, when he suddenly said, “The soup is cold.” His astonished parents asked him why he had taken so long to speak. He replied, “Up until now, everything has been in order.”

      *grin* Seems he was always connected to the center, eh?

      See ya; I’ll be by to peruse the tsunami…


  3. SMiLes.. i’M BaCK gigoid.. and commenting down here.. as this could
    get epic.. hehe.. anyway.. yeah.. need the horizontal space..
    and yes.. i have to agree Einstein is definitely one
    of my most favorite humans from last century
    although i hate to use the word favorite..
    you kNow.. fair and balanced and
    all of that and as you
    probably alReaDy
    hEard i did not speak
    until age 4 either.. and
    of course if the Autism craze
    were here in those yesteryears
    of both ‘he’ and i.. we would most
    definitely be diagnosed as far as i
    can see.. it just took me until age
    47 to get the Asperger’s diagnosis
    as i didn’t fit the characteristic
    Mr. Peabody look from
    first glance outward
    in older years..
    then.. oh.. yes..
    the now Sheldon
    Cooper look from
    that Big Bang show…
    and to my greater surprise
    yesterday.. my sister noted that
    the Dog on one of their cars had
    Mr Peabody on it and suddenly when
    i asked her who Mr. Peabody was and
    she told me he was the Einstein dog on
    the Rocky and Bullwinkle show when i
    was groWing up.. i had an epiphany that
    oh gosh.. that Mr. Milton High school
    dude.. the quarterback of the football
    team and eventual Athletic Director
    of the school.. who mocked me
    without cease when i was
    13 with the word term
    peabOdy.. and yes..
    he kinda sang it that way
    in a sarcastic mocking tone..
    but all i could think with a string
    bean body and a literal mind is he
    was comparing me to the body of
    a pea that was string bean long and
    skinny.. hmm.. i could have used Google
    back then.. but some of the other names
    i was called in verbal abuse would have
    hurt much more than.. the Einstein Dog..
    which i would have took as a compliment
    then.. as that is how i got all my teacher
    pets.. as the apple of their desks in gold
    star ways.. anyway.. you may have heard
    this too.. but i was quite surprised to hear
    in my twenties that my X-Catholic Irish Priest
    Grandfather who became a noted author of the
    days of Einstein dined with Einstein then.. in the
    Socialist party circles of New York.. New York.. but
    i thought Jesus.. wHere iS my full potential.. my Grand
    Father’s book is so wordy and complex i cannot get through
    one dam page without falling asleep.. yes.. it was boring like
    me then as it was mostly a technical write.. all literal as such..
    with no exciting moving emotions to glue me to the page..
    but hell NO.. i didn’t even read the Penthouse articles
    as quite honestly print.. any print in books
    was not stimulating enough to catch
    my ADHD attention.. UNTIL THE
    computer came along with Gui’s
    all lit up to liGht mY Dopamine
    and Adrenaline neuro-
    uP to focus
    oH! so much
    better and to become
    a speed reader straiGht from and
    to heaven and hell2.. and even a slick
    typewriter thaT would finally allow me to
    write.. as my writing sKills in pen as far as
    graphics never progressed much pass a
    doctor or first grade writer in readability
    or order at all.. chicken scratch all
    over the place i still am with
    the literal penned word..
    anyway.. again..
    anyway2.. it’s interesting
    as when they did an autopsy
    on Einstein’s Brain.. there was
    no visible signs of aging.. but that’s
    no surprise to me as science shows now
    in higher functioning Autism anti-aging properties
    of neurohormones in Growth hormone way stay
    very high as in comparison to control groups..
    and that is why so many folks like Sheldon
    Cooper in the real still retain their
    youthful looks way into age..
    kinda like my father did
    for the longest
    time as he
    looked the
    same at 60 pretty
    much since the first
    time i can remember him..
    old back ‘then’.. but the same
    old back ‘then’ at 60 same
    as 30 something.. but his
    brain did get old
    in ways of
    but he only watched
    TV.. and i suppose that the
    use it or lose it principle has much
    to do with that too.. in ways of neuroplasticity..
    epigenetics.. and continued smARt phone connections
    in the neurons of communication making deeper wayS noW
    oF thIinking way into later age.. as my mother has relatively
    done better.. in her continuing scrabble plaYiNg wayS noW..
    so.. anyway.. i thInK/FeeL both literAlly and metaphoricAlly
    now.. and actuAlly write creativeLY.. which i could
    barely do at all for decades before.. AND
    i can concentrate.. FOCUS.. Jesus
    F iN Christ oh GOD NOW..
    for hours on end to days
    iN reaDinG oN
    a bright LiT
    after.. so.. so
    much dance..
    and no longer
    walk stiff but dance
    in the way of the galaXy
    spinNinG aLL Around in elliptical
    orBiTs now and i looked up the
    new version of Mr. Peabody
    and Sherman by the 2014..
    movie.. by that name
    and sure enough
    iN tHeRe iT says
    that Mr. Peabody then..
    not only invented a new
    Time Machine butt Zoomba
    too.. which my dance has been
    compared to too.. in public plus
    Jazzercise but i have not yet employed
    my trusty YouTube assistant yET.. to
    perUse the evidence on thaT
    too.. in comparison to what
    i see myself doing now..
    AnD i AM just waiting for
    Sheldon Cooper to break
    out on that Big Bang TV show..
    in Neuroplastic and Epigenetic way
    and become Apollo too.. noW in DancE
    and SonG of PoeTry too.. and by the way..
    the hiGhliGht of the trip to my alma matter
    iN P’Cola yesterday In the FoRest was walKing
    on a boardwalk through the Wetland Forest and
    on the newly boarded top.. with fresh unpainted
    boards.. there was a series of spontaneously penned
    poetry by students in the existential angst of College
    most all the way through.. and i captured the poems
    in iPhone6s photo way.. so.. not only WiLL my next
    673rd Verse of my Longest long poem form
    poem EVER.. have photos of the wetlands
    iT wiLL be a quick streAM
    of photography
    in chapbook
    form of
    wetland poeTry
    too per College Student
    Existential Angst.. oH! what
    Technology with the assistance
    of folks like Einstein.. Gates.. Jobs.
    etc.. can do now.. when more fully
    employed by nerds turned artists..
    outcasts from society.. and dam
    it.. my poem.. full Word Press
    Poem from A to Z to more
    has gotten too big to
    open up as whole
    lInk with my iPhone6S..
    but the SamSunG7s can
    kick the iPhone6s ass..
    by opening all
    my bRain man
    up wITh
    one swift
    and memory kick..
    anyway.. i guess i’LL have
    to wait on the iPhone7s
    to catch back up with
    me once i pay
    this phone
    off.. noW..
    ugh.. my
    bRaiN is becoming
    more expensive as i go..
    but anyway.. moving.. connecting..
    creating.. and even thInking differently
    is so much better and those folks like Einstein
    and Mr. Peabody are defiNiteLY keepers noW for
    aLL the human fish in the Ocean who have yet
    to reach the fuller surface like Einstein did
    for greater awaKeNinG and eNliGhTeNinG
    iN the almost limitless fuller potential
    of what human can do..
    when the liMits
    and expecTaTioNs
    of otHeRs
    are E-rased..
    and an ediT
    comes for oH MY
    GOD.. so much more..
    and to end this pArt of my
    next epic verse thaT i hope wiLL
    not go over 20K words as the
    last one reached almost the
    limit of dividing a 19K
    post to fiT iT iN
    two Facebook
    back-up text
    statuses.. noW..
    hmm.. i thInk three
    miGht be a little excessive..
    hehe.. with sarcasm fully in tow..
    as truly iT is juSt a back uP as i aM
    in creative flow and i do not wanna
    officially back iT up at that NOW iN
    the flow of how Word Press has
    ya do that now.. so i kNOw..
    hell no.. i ain’T exPecTinG
    anyone to read
    the teXt that way
    unless they are
    AS FiNAL note.. decades.. decades
    later when i caught up with that verbal
    bully who i guess was jealous i had such
    an easy time getting all the pets from the
    teacher way back when.. and wasn’t just
    making fun of my string bean like pea
    body.. yes.. i caught up with him
    at the Ryan’s Buffet house..
    he all pot bellied and
    totally white haired
    and i now with the
    230 LB muscled body
    freshly pasted on what
    was then around a 5 foot
    10.. 120 Lb body about
    half the size when
    he bullied me at
    age 13.. and i said
    oh.. yeah.. at that time
    in around 2014.. i retired in 2008..
    as Athletic Director of the local
    Naval Station.. last thing he
    expected of course from the
    last kid picked on the regular
    vanilla PE classes in school..
    and then i said.. oh God yes..
    financially independent.. and yes
    i did as without even the disability
    income i banked enough cash for that..
    by then.. somehow in just less than a decade
    too.. after making minimal wages before that..
    and i told him.. i just dance and write wherever i go..
    iT’S so much fun HaVinG fUn.. don’t ya kNow.. and let
    him meet the wife who never ages.. as they SaY..
    LiVinG WeLL with sMiLes IS A best Victory oF aLL
    All away from the boy or girl who is bullied
    who might otherwise seek vengeance
    the rest of his or her life and become
    a fucking bully too.. but anyway..
    that is my reSunG Peabody
    SonG for the day..
    quite an iNspiRinG
    Dog he was for yesterday
    aLlonG wITh your response here
    my FriEnD as the tSuNaMi oF
    i continues to spReaD all over
    the place with YES.. ONCE
    AGAIN.. i’M
    back wITh
    OoPS i DID iT AgAiN..
    yes.. i most deFiniTely aM
    A Roving tSuNaMi.. but Jesus
    F in ChrisT iT iS dAM sUre better
    than the Zombie i waS for 66 months..;)

    • Nice one….as usual. I don’t think the anti-aging comes from being autistic… though those who are certainly follow what I’ve learned to be true, to wit: focused use of the cognitive properties of our minds not only prevents aging, but, actually reverses it. Many years ago, I read a book by Colin Wilson, a British SF author, called, I think, The Space Vampires. In the book, the protagonist found a way to place his mind into an advanced state of consciousness, much like the ‘flow’ one gets when working on computers, where the mind is completely focused on its task at hand; while in that state, all the aging properties of time are suspended, and the process is reversed to its default position, without aging at all.

      It always made perfect sense to me; when we are engaged in strong mental effort, the outside world becomes irrelevant, and cannot affect us. It might help explain why, at age 65, I still think like a twenty-five year old….

      Nice to consider, either way….

      See ya, bro…. still working on the tsunami post….


      • Ugh.. power surge just zapped
        my power and response but
        here i go aGain.. wHere
        shE goes no one
        kNows aGain
        yeT iNcluding
        past and future
        mes and i totAlly
        agree the mastery
        iS iNside mostly in
        adaptation to change
        in environmental way..
        and sure.. i use studies to
        appease and crack the liGht
        of those who wiLL only approach
        liFe from a textbook.. spoon-fed
        instruction from birth and the only
        scientific method they know so far
        in one step.. two step.. five steps way..
        But i for one.. Live the mastery inside..
        a continual practice when one arrives
        iN the World of RegulaTioN oF EmoTioNs..
        InteGraTioN of SeNses onE noW and sAMe..
        requiRing zero words aT aLL for animals
        much smarter than those with collective
        intelligence and culture rat wheel races
        away from what can be more
        fullY REAL NOW..
        a place of Love…
        a place of Fearless
        wHere all IS A liGht
        aWay from dArkNess Now..
        to put into words.. yes.. difficult..
        but not impossible as pArt.. noW..
        but anyway… trUe Glory of tHe
        hermit or outcast iS iT can
        be much easier to
        fiNd a way
        to Nirvana
        and Bliss
        no matter what
        tHeir outward
        form.. iN heArt..
        iN SpiRit.. iN
        miNd and BoDy
        BaLanCinG SoUL
        aLL Now.. as they
        WiLL to bE FReED from
        liMits and ExpecTaTionS noW
        that prevent folks from attaining
        Nirvana.. Bliss.. Chi.. KA.. Ki.. Qi..
        Dao.. Tao..Chi.. Ki.. noW Great aS
        wHoLe ONE SpiRit.. Kundalini.. eTc..
        and Holy Spirit RiSinG metaphors
        sAMe in the general sAMe SonG
        but only iN liGht mY Friend.. as
        the HeaVen oF Nirvana and
        Bliss FeeLs and SenSes
        No HeaVeNoW iN
        FeaR and HatE
        and all Associated
        with negative con-social
        FeeLinGs and SeNses
        ImpRiSonED foR NOW..:)

  4. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:


    A complete Pearl, of the fresh, just-written variety, is, apparently, harder than I’d expected to get done. Physical issues continue to keep me off my ass, & that’s the only way I can type. I cannot say with any accuracy when it will be done, so, I won’t. Instead, I’ll just reblog this Pearl from about 2 years ago, during the last period of time when I COULD sit for the time needed to get the process completely done… It’s a pretty Iconic Pearl, with all the correct parts in place, so, it will have to suffice for the nonce….

    I’m stubborn, so, I WILL be back; I just can’t say exactly when that might be…. In the meantime, be well, & happy as you may be. I’ll continue to be strange, a habit I encourage you all to foster…. Ta then, luvs….

    gigoid, the dubious


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