Stick them in the Cabriolet….


“Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.”

~~ Bishop George Berkeley ~~


Main Street, Invergordon, Scotland

Hajime…. My brain hurts. Well, I suppose that’s a bit dramatic; in truth, it only hurts if I try to use it. Since even the act of typing requires some minor neural activity, getting this intro done would be a literal pain. But, I have a solution, if only temporary in nature. Yesterday, while perusing one of the older pearls suggested at the bottom of each post by WP, I found an excellent intro section; I’ve decided to cheat unmercifully, so we’ll use it here…. I like it, and so will you….

From 1/4/2013:

Multiple choices should be outlawed in the early morning; they only lead to frustration and angst. Hell, even the simple choice of getting up or not, once awake, can be agonizing enough to ruin much of the subsequent day. Of course, having the choice to make is better than the alternative, for sure. I know I’d sure hate to wake up dead…… THAT would tend to spoil the best of days before it even got started, wouldn’t it?

I’m thinking it may be a good idea, at this point, to cease and desist traveling on this particular road. It comes to mind that I’m writing myself into a corner I won’t be able to get out of easily, so we’ll hare off in a new direction, to save myself the trouble later on. One of the few advantages to this aging process is the increased use of foresight to save trouble; I sure wish I’d started sooner, as it is an extremely handy, and efficient, habit to cultivate. It is hard to describe just how much time and effort it saves me, which, at this point in my life, makes it a most valuable habit, as well. I wouldn’t be able to get half as much done as I do without using it frequently…..

Silly me, though…. I got so busy patting myself on the back for having avoided a pitfall, I walked right into a subject change without any idea of where to go with it….. Hang on, this may take a moment or two, then we’ll be off again…. Okay, I’m back, with more proof of Murphy’s ubiquitous presence in reality. There I am, cruising along, writing this intro, and my own head takes me on a random trip through limbo, with only phantasmagoria as companion to visions of otherwise brilliant conversations. In other words, zip to write about….. Oh well, I got a paragraph out of it, so, it will have to do….

The morning dive for pearls has now assumed a more vital aspect, thanks to the above lackadaisical effort at erudition. It would no doubt be best for me to just chuck up the rest of this section, and hope the remainder of today’s material will carry the process home. I’m starting to believe that may be the ONLY hope there is left for today….. so let’s get with it….

Shall we Pearl?….

“He who has a WHY to live for can bear with almost any HOW.”

~~ F. Nietzsche ~~




Image from via Google Images

Yesterday, a friend sent me a link to this band, which you will find below. I was so jazzed at finding a new band, especially a new (to me) Irish band, and, especially one so versatile in their style. I enjoyed the hell out of the following concert, and, so will you, unless you don’t like music….







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I’m up a bit late today, thanks to having actually slept in a relatively normal fashion. The rant from the post which provided today’s intro section also had a most excellent rant, one which is far better than anything I could come up with on such short notice, so, here it is, to sublimate my sense of duty…. Enjoy, please….

From 1/4/2013:

“He who despairs over an event is a coward, but he who holds hopes for the human condition is a fool.” — Albert Camus

I like to think of myself as a positive sort of guy, at least in the sense that I have hope at all. Of late, however, I’ve come to think that this statement by Al might be more accurate than I had given it credit for at first. After a lifetime of observing people, including the Beloved Ruling Class, in all their public glory, I’m afraid he’s right. There doesn’t seem to be much remaining hope that human nature will alter itself sufficiently to save us before it kills us all, as there is no evidence of the needed alterations taking place, nor any indication that they will become amenable to such alteration over time. Those who have the power are not often, stop, make that, are never willing to give up their, to them, justifiably acquired power without a struggle. Doing so is the only way we, as a species, have any chance of surviving the next century; that much is clear……

“In the United States…politics is purged of all menace, all sinister quality, all genuine significance, and stuffed with such gorgeous humors, such inordinate farce that one comes to the end of a campaign with one’s ribs loose, and ready for “King Lear,” or a hanging, or a course of medical journals.” — H. L. Mencken

This is a pretty good description of the American political scene. The feeling one gets, after exposure to its machinations for even a relatively short period of time, can leave one with just the feelings brought out by Mr. Mencken; it can get worse, should one actually get involved in the political process themselves. The constant barrage upon the senses by the politicians during a campaign have been known to cause actual medical issues, especially hearing and comprehension problems; it has long been established that lies can have that effect, if not treated with alternate doses of truth on occasion. During a campaign, especially for a national office, the number and weight of the lies that are spewed forth enters the realm of the ridiculous, even the ludicrous, and over-exposure can be hazardous to health, of both your mind, and the nation at large…..

“He wants a shoe horn, the kind with teeth.” — Smart Bee

It took me a minute to realize just why I used this pearl…. It really doesn’t have anything to do with our discussion of politics, other than as a peripheral issue…. A shoe horn, with teeth, is something I’ve always wanted…. (Don’t ask why. It’s another story, and could conceivably lead to legal charges being filed, so we won’t go there….) As a semi-desirable consumer item, I think there is a market, and if history is any indication, we’ll be seeing them advertised on TV any day now. That’s because the BRC, with their supporters, the preachers and bankers, just love to sell us useless shit we don’t need. It keeps us occupied in anything other than looking at what they are really up to. How else to explain Pet Rocks, or Chia Pets? It’s almost as frightening as the whole “air guitar” phenomenon…..

“Picture the sun as the origin of two intersecting 6-dimensional hyperplanes from which we can deduce a certain transformational sequence which gives us the terminal velocity of a rubber duck …” — Smart Bee

Or, don’t, if you prefer. As you might be able to tell, I’ve lost the thread here…. Too bad, really. I love ranting about politicians, and it was progressing very well, until I decided to get humorous. That always seems to puncture the balloon of my outrage, and turn it to a less acidic form of ridicule. Politicians are nasty, vicious creatures in the wild state, and need to be accurately and completely defined, in order to maintain the kind of control over them we need; they’ll do their best to take over if one isn’t watchful, and ruthless in defense of our liberty, the elimination of which is the goal of all politicians. Making jokes about them encourages the proper amount of disrespect, but isn’t mean enough to affect them strongly enough to allow full control; you gotta put on a choke chain, and keep it tight around their necks…..

“A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddle in the road.” — Alexander Smith (1830-1867), in Dreamthorpe

That same man is at the mercy of politicians, because politicians thrive on living in the mud, which is, as we know, the primary characteristic of puddles in the road. It is all well and good to keep one’s eyes on the heavens, but eventually we must bring our gaze down to earth, if only to see the mud in which the politicians have mired our steps, binding us to the spot so they can ply us with lies, and more lies…. Bloody assholes, all of them….



Random Exposure

If I only knew what I was doing here,
I could give others a clue.
Reality gets stranger every year,
and I’m not sure what I should do.

Singing happy old tunes, in an old, gravely voice,
gives me a lot of pleasure.
I’m only glad I can still make a choice,
to look at life, to take its measure.

Memorable moments keep passing by
gilded, framed in precious emotion.
I never have to ask anyone why,
no need for a stronger potion.

Everything in life is clear, to me
there is no doubt, no misunderstanding.
We’re all good, as you can see,
members of Life, in good standing.

Life can be hard, or it can be great fun;
the right path is there for each of us to take.
That choice is often a difficult one;
pay close attention to the choice you make.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Use it or lose it….


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

~~ Antoine de Saint Exupery ~~


“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 ~~


“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”

~~ Socrates ~~


“Except for our thoughts, there is nothing absolutely in our power.”

~~ Descartes ~~


“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool;
it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.”

~~ Ursula K. Le Guin ~~


“Only those who will risk going too far
can possibly find out how far one can go.”

~~ T. S. Eliot ~~


“If you want to build a ship,
don’t drum up people together to collect wood
and don’t assign them tasks and work,
but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”

~~ Antoine de Saint Exupery ~~



Such as it is, ’tis done. I’m in a weird space, (this is news?), which is good news for you, since it means I won’t try any further tricks, traps, or even bad jokes. We’re done, and that’s the end of it. Well, until tomorrow, when I’ll take another shot at this. Maybe, someday, I’ll get it right. Tomorrow, you’ll find me here; that’s as close to a sure bet as you’ll ever find…. See ya, ffolkes…..

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….


7 thoughts on “Stick them in the Cabriolet….

  1. “There are no shortcuts in life – only those we imagine.” My head hurts, my feet stink and I don’t love Jesus”….Jimmy Buffet….”there is no devil only God when he is drunk” Tom Waits….where the Hell did all that come from? LOL Clear the head…we need your insights….chuq

    • LOL! Thanks, bro…. It appears maintaining a dubious nature isn’t as easy as it looks…but, I’ll get there…. Keep tumbling back down into the abyss. I’ll be okay; I think I’m gonna go play some guitar today, maybe down by the water, blow all this out of my head… I know the Jimmy Buffet song by heart, as I thought, the first time I heard it, he was talking about one of my hangovers…

      Just gotta endure, at which I’m quite adept…

      You have a good one; I’ll be by later, when I’m clearer….


  2. “Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”
    ~~ Socrates ~~
    That is so true….rare though.
    Coolio music…grin.
    Go read a good book…..mine allows me to disappear into another world…and learn.
    In the mean time you are right, politics stinks….and we need you over there….over there…hint.hint..
    Bloody hell,ya sure do meet some strange people ova there….
    Like another planet….;(

    • Glad you enjoyed the music; I rather thought you would…*grin*

      I intend to read a lot today; you’ve discovered my default escape in that. All my life, when I retreat, it is into a book, since once there, I’m not here….

      If I’m reading it right, I WILL get there today, and, yes, some odd folks do show up to have their say. Not from another planet; just those who never really learned how to live on this one….but, then, that’s just about all of ’em, isn’t it?…. *wink*

      See ya, milady; always a joy….

      gigoid, the dubious

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

    ~~ Antoine de Saint Exupery ~~

    SMiLes i was misSinG
    half the pie2
    until i dancED..
    GaiNinG FreeDom
    oF MoVinG iN MiNd
    and BoDy BaLanCinG
    SoUL.. eXpreSsinG EmoTioNaL
    SpiRiT as HeArt Lives throughout
    the FeeLinG and SenSinG BoDy and
    poEtry iN Free WriTinG IS An afterthOught
    oF thAt FreeDoM wHole.. iN ConNecTinG
    and creaTinG waYs.. hmm.. oNe of my Favorite
    PoEts and i truly have read very few other than
    that dVerse siGht i continue to peruse.. Whitman
    was the only one i read a brief snippet oF iN Leaves
    oF GrAss and what was most impressive about
    Whitman is he made the soUl ReaL as
    Flesh and Blood and LiFe an
    ec·stat·ic SeNsual Experience
    of InteRdependent and
    FoRce a Real
    Prophet for
    the Real
    God of Nature
    living as iTs Me
    Soldier oF God2..
    from the Internet2..
    Ah.. the unabridged bible
    of Human eYes sAMe as
    God oF NatUre SiGht tales
    a tell of aLL houses.. vehicles
    and Vessels oF TrUth and liGht
    And lies of DArk.. wHere wE Venture
    iN as aLL ThAt iS.. ‘tween oF thAT.. i
    wished for a magic machine with a button
    of technology for all my questions.. and trUly
    iN liGht tHiS iS wHeRe i coMe to noW.. the answers
    are already out tHere and tHat means i can juSt scribe
    iT aLL jUst For FUn WitH no regrets as at essence oF aLL
    i do it has
    already been
    dONe beFore..
    to Move.. to Connect..
    to Create juSt for FuN
    iS to bE aiR to Be Water FReED..:)

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