Responding to intangible clues….

Ffolkes,

“Every man is the architect of his own fortune.”
[Faber est suae quisquae fortunae.]

~~ Sallustius ~~

leelu 10 days in

Leelu 10 days after assuming her duties….

Hajime…. Apparently, the physical changes my body’s going through have altered my routine. After more than a year of disturbed sleep, my typical time to arise was between 3 and 5 AM. For more than a week now, I’ve been sleeping a good six to eight hours, waking up between 5 and 6 AM, the latter being my most usual time to post, and, the deadline I gave myself to do so…. Since I’m now usually only starting to write at that time, it will obviously have to change…. Oh, goody. S’alright, though, change is good. Or, we like to act as if it were, though we often privately disagree….

Where was I? Oh, right. So, it means we’re late again, according to the way my brain is programmed, which causes little burps of astonishment, to go with the naturally generated confusion so common in the mornings for us humans. I’m quaffing coffee as fast as I can, to pump up the ol’ creative urges; so far, it ain’t happening. I’m afraid I may have to cheat a little bit, but, no worries, we’re covered there. All that really needs done is to finish an old-school pearl, and figure out what to put in for today’s rant. Easy money, right? One may hope….

Given the ubiquitous presence of panic at missing the programmed deadline, and the already described confusion, it’s probably best to end this section now, before it gets away from me altogether. I know, it’s unusual to see such forethought, but, hey, even a blind pig roots up an acorn now and again…. I’ll just let y’all make the mistaken assumption I’ve found some maturity, and get on with what needs done. Yeah, that’s the ticket…. To foster that illusion, let’s try this little trick I learned last week, while rooting through an old pile of junk…. Oh, crap, it’s gone! Oh, well…. I suppose I’ll just have to pretend it’s the day before tomorrow, when, really, it’s the day after yesterday…. if you see what I mean….

Shall we Pearl?….

“They copied all they could follow but they couldn’t copy my mind
so I left them sweating and stealing a year and a half behind.”

~~ Rudyard Kipling ~~

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paulsimon

Image from rollingstone.com via Google Images

Paul Simon has a new album out, called Stranger to Stranger; I listened to a cut on You Tube, deciding, from that, it lives up to his previous standards of excellence. I would recommend listening to it yourself, though I didn’t include it today, as I just felt like hearing some of his older pieces.

But, if you follow the link to You Tube, (thanks to new unannounced changes to the editor by WP, again, the link is hidden behind the arrow on the video screen) there is a channel of very high definition videos on the VEVO channel, including the new album. For today, here is one of the best of the best in today’s world, and one of the all around greatest musicians of all time, I should think…. a true genius in expressing human nature via our most innate human Art, music. In my world, existence without music would be intolerable….

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Paul Simon

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Plato-Aristotle

“Surely every human being ought to attain to the dignity of the unit. Surely it is worth while to be one, and to feel that the census of the universe would be incomplete without counting you. Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and all depths; that there are no walls or fences, or prohibited places, or sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought; that your intellect owes no allegiance to any being, human or divine; that you hold all in fee, and upon no condition, and by no tenure, whatsoever; that in the world of mind you are relieved from all personal dictation, and from the ignorant tyranny of majorities. Surely it is worth something to feel that there are no priests, no popes, no parties, no governments, no kings, no gods, to whom your intellect can be compelled to pay a reluctant homage. Surely it is a joy to know that all the cruel ingenuity of bigotry can devise no prison, no dungeon, no cell in which for one instant to confine a thought; that ideas cannot be dislocated by racks, nor crushed in iron boots, nor burned with fire. Surely it is sublime to think that the brain is a castle, and that within its curious bastions and winding halls the soul, in spite of all worlds and all beings, is the supreme sovereign of itself.” — Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899), “The Free Soul”

For several days, since finding the above quote from Mr. Ingersoll, I’ve been trying to compose a discussion of its principles. However, in the same manner as another aphorism a few days ago, there really isn’t a lot I can add to this. As far as I can see, it says what it means to say, says it well, and stops; who am I to improve on what is so perfect already? So, I’ll let it fly as it is, knowing it hasn’t been sullied, or demeaned by anything I could say. Moreover, those who take it to heart will find themselves to be in a frame of mind more conducive to the process of finding some inner peace. Can’t say fairer than that…. Enjoy!….

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Comedy_Tragedy

Seeing is Conducive to Belief

Folly sits so comfortably upon my fevered brow
one would easily believe that I would know how
to look at Life with a jaded, weary eye
seeing enough, and more, to know Why.

Such seems the case, as I will it to be,
an open book of a face, it looks so like me;
what’s known to be so, needs no close attention
familiar sights require no minding, nor mention.

The eye is drawn at once to the stark and new,
and sent back to sleep by successful review.
Once we find evidence we feel we understand,
curiosity languishes, dismissed at command.

Ancient sages knew the insidious value of illusion,
preachers and pundits know the power of confusion.
Each pair of eyes contains its own point of reference,
each mind sets its own standards of preference.

Seeing is believing, for those who live in thrall,
accepting what is perceived is all they ever recall.
Unknown to them, reality follows another set of rules,
Deeper, more dangerous, and no place for fools.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/11/12

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pearls_3

Naked Pearls

More Thoughts on Life at Large

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“Become what you are.”

~~ Buddha ~~

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“A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.”

~~ William Wordsworth ~~

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“Learning is the best of all wealth;
it is easy to carry,
thieves cannot steal it,
the tyrants cannot seize it;
neither water nor fire can destroy it;
and far from decreasing, it increases by giving.”

~~ Naladiyar (c.5th-6th century) Tamil ethical literature ~~

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“Let life happen to you.
Believe me: life is in the right, always.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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“The caterpillar is secure in the womb of the cocoon.
And yet, to achieve its destiny,
it must cast off its earthbound burden…
to realize the ethereal of the butterfly.”

~~ Master Po ~~

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“If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree
or the wings of a vulture – that is immortality enough for me.
And as much as anyone deserves.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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“Are you sure it isn’t time for another colorful metaphor?”

~~ Spock, “The Voyage Home,” stardate 8390. ~~

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I promised a friend to post a couple pictures of my son, and the burger challenge he met, and destroyed…. He had 30 minutes to eat the massive burger(s) you see below…. He did in fifteen, and was still standing at the end, with a huge smile, as you see below…. Amazing appetite…. I guess, if you work in construction, and spend time after work practicing martial arts, you can afford to eat in such quantity…. Good looking burger, too…. I give you, Cory, doing what he enjoys….

cory & friend

cory & friend2

cory & friend3

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Not only am I done, but, with bonus material. I’m not going to quibble over how it got done; instead, I’ll take it and run. Not bad poetry for off-the-cuff, eh? On that odd note, I’ll bid thee adieu for another day, & wish y’all a peaceful, serene holiday weekend…. I tend to avoid celebrations where explosions are commonplace, but, no big; I know people like their illusions. I’ll be back tomorrow with another shot at this; take heed. That’s the only warning I give… 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.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

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5 thoughts on “Responding to intangible clues….

  1. First of all those 10 or
    so hamburgers look
    delicious and if not
    for BBQ ribs and
    Chicken Katrina
    style i would be hungry
    and Kudos to your son for
    eating the whole dam thing…
    i used to have an appetite like
    that when younger too.. and never
    gain an ounce but things change heHE..
    for the much greater weight per ounce of food2..

    Anyway.. your last three quotes are like
    the story of my life in fruition way now..

    “The caterpillar is secure in the womb of the cocoon.
    And yet, to achieve its destiny,
    it must cast off its earthbound burden…
    to realize the ethereal of the butterfly.”

    ~~ Master Po ~~

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    “If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree
    or the wings of a vulture – that is immortality enough for me.
    And as much as anyone deserves.”

    ~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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    “Are you sure it isn’t time for another colorful metaphor?”

    ~~ Spock, “The Voyage Home,” stardate 8390. ~~

    But for me it starts with the wings of a vulture..
    as at the bottom of the pit of heLL IN pain
    and emotional numbness it gave
    me comfort that if i found
    a tree far enough in the
    woods on a road
    named Martin
    Road with a chain..
    a metal one yes.. reserved
    for an act that could not afford
    to fail… yes.. far enough in
    the woods where no
    one would find
    me but the
    vultures then..
    and seriously it
    did give me some sense
    of purpose whether i watered
    a sapling tree yet to grow or
    fed a vulture that my life still
    had some purpose other
    than bringing other
    folks down in
    my family
    with
    whines
    of why me..
    and my mother
    taling me why not you..
    and suggesting perhaps
    i was my Grandfather reincarnated
    and this was my Karma for my Grandfather
    leaving the Catholic Church.. getting married
    etc.. having me.. while my father laughed at
    me saying I should go back to being
    Athletic Director and supervising
    all those men.. while i was
    down.. as my father
    never made
    the grade
    above in supervisory
    capacity but for a few
    weeks as Sergeant before
    coming back down to deputy
    Sheriff.. and i never FucKinG
    wanted to be an authority over
    anyone.. handing out shoes was
    enough for me.. except for the fact
    i had a wife to support and money was
    a necessity to ever purchase a home
    for the long run.. so i moved up to the
    West part of town.. to do just that..
    with success and ever increasing
    fight or flight stress.. and
    of course some
    computer skills
    along the way..
    anyway.. when they
    finally diagnosed the type2 Trigeminal
    Neuralgia… as the worst pain known
    to mankind.. technically worse than
    crucifixion.. my mother sought
    to prove me wrong that
    what i experience
    from wake to
    sleep for
    66 total
    months after
    the pain.. yes miraculously
    suddenly went away on
    July 22nd on or about
    that day.. was not nearly
    as bad as what my Mother
    thought the Jesus went
    through.. until
    the book
    she purchased
    on the crucifixion
    said yes.. my pain
    was worse than that too..
    as she handed me the book
    before she read it.. and i turned
    to the God dam single page that
    said that in black and white..
    but it didn’t matter
    as she still
    poohed poohed
    my pain as less
    and told me other
    folks have it worse
    and sure they probably
    do but never the less
    point of fact and
    all of that
    with
    a super
    logical
    mind still
    then.. anyway..
    yes.. the caterpillar
    cocoon.. the ethereal
    beauty after that and
    all and all the rest of the
    new metaphors i make for
    my own God dam Dreams
    to come in fruition true that i can
    empirically say in super logic way
    IS AS REAL AS ANY REAL CAN BE..
    tHere is a power beyond all cynicism
    my friend.. and that is the liGht of WiLL
    as i alWaYs SAY OF NEVER FucKinG
    GIVING UP.. AND NEVER EVER LISTENING
    TO A GOD DaM WORD THAT ANYONE WHO
    HAS FEAR OF THE DARK OR IS CYNICAL
    OF HUMAN POTENTIAL REAL
    UNLEASHED AND RELEASED
    NOW so daM real in magic
    that nothing
    else
    counts
    BUT MAGIC
    ISREAL MY FRIEND..
    oh yeah.. i’ve probably mentioned
    the moral to the story of the chain
    for my neck and the tree on Martin
    Road but when i was considering that
    seriously back in 2010 or so.. two years
    into hell.. Wife Katrina awoke from a dream
    and said she and her Granny were hanging
    Christmas ornaments on a tree on Martin
    Road and it made her so sad.. and she
    had never mentioned that road
    before in our marriage
    and then i knew..
    Fred and or
    Horatio.. there is
    more.. a lot God daM
    more going on in this
    life that what your books
    said in school.. more than the
    bible.. more than any science fiction
    movie.. as like you quoted before..
    in Mark Twain words.. ReaLITy
    is much stranger than
    fiction as when
    ya lose the
    filters of
    the mind that
    makes reaLITy
    there is no up or down..
    or inside.. or outside.. or
    all around.. limitless
    in a
    word
    my FRiEnD..
    it doesn’t have to
    make FucKinG sense
    to what little flea humans
    sucking the blood of a dog
    they cannot fully see or know
    does behind tHeir FucKinG BacK..
    bottom line.. in the BIGGEST
    BFG picture we
    KNOW
    NOTHING..
    IN WORDS
    OF SOCRATES2..;)

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