Inevitable moments of pure confusion….


“The attacker must vanquish; the defender need only survive.”

~~ Master Po ~~


Mount Hood from the Coast Starlight….

Hajime…. I’d hoped to have a complete Pearl for y’all today; I’ve been working on one for about a week now, in between sessions of learning completely new physical paradigms developed to keep the various kinds of pain with which I am familiar from becoming so ubiquitous, naught else in my life is relevant. To be honest, it’s something of a PITA, in more ways, and senses, than merely one. In fact, calling it a major PITA wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility; hell, it might just be a colonel PITA…. Sorry, a little military humor there…

I’ll give fair warning; you may find this a bit odd. Not to say we are anything but odd most of the time; today it might be more obvious. I’ve been up since 3 AM, having given up the effort to sleep after a solid seven hours of futility and pain, not necessarily in that order. It’s now 0430, and the pain in my shoulder continues to scream, unabated, every time I lift my arm more than a quarter-inch. To scratch my nose using my left arm right now is a sure invitation for an impromptu bellow, as the motion slips a sharp, hot knife into the shoulder, at first movement…. Yes, it’s annoying, and yes, I’m pushing hard to get this done before I must go kill something…..

A new poem was also on the agenda for today, but, it’s stalled. The essay/rant I’m working on has gone epic, and isn’t quite ready for public consumption. So, what we have is a partial-Pearl, sans rant, but with a fairly recent poem. Music, too, to go along with this insane diatribe, and the old-school pearl, upon which our entire process depends. It’s a pretty good one, so, rather than just talk about it, let’s go get it done, before the authorities get wind of last night’s clandestine foray…. Oh, didn’t I mention that? Oh, well, another time. For now, let’s get this slow on the toad….

Shall we pearl?….

“I’m stealing back to my same old used to be.”

~~ Arlo Guthrie ~~



Bob Dylan

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Blood On The Tracks





Retrospective, defined in folly….

I wrote a poem.

It bled out of my head,
like I’d been struck with
an axe,
right through the artery,
in the neck,
spraying blood around
like a pulsing garden hose….

It hurt, at first,
then came the feeling,

of quick relief,
of timeless beauty,
of pain avenged,
of lust aroused,

of outrage aflame,
of deep compassion,

of endless empathy,
of truest love….

Now it’s gone, cast away
like pearls before twine.


You thought
I was going to call you
a pig,
didn’t you?


Well, you’re not.
You’re a person.

I know, because
you’re reading this poem…
if that’s what it is.
I think it is,
maybe it is.

Or, maybe,
it will be,
someday, when it
grows up,
and learns to rhyme.
Just in time…..

That’s all.
Reality often sucks wind,

S’okay, though….
It keeps us busy,
and out of some of the
so much part
of our

We all can do
only what we

Or, don’t.

Two sides, one coin.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Grin and bear it….


“Believe me!
The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness
and the greatest enjoyment from life
is to live dangerously!”

~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~


“The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”

~~ Chinese proverb ~~


“Far more crucial than what we know or do not know
is what we do not want to know.”

~~ Eric Hoffer ~~


“These times of ours are serious and full of calamity,
but all times are essentially alike.
As soon as there is life there is danger.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


“Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you get rained out.”

~~ Satchel Paige ~~


“Truth is always exciting.
Speak it, then.
Life is boring without it.”

~~ Pearl S. Buck ~~


“All go down the hooooooole.”

~~ Baby Plucky. ~~



Having completed my chosen duty, I’m ending this quickly, so as to be able to get it posted in a timely fashion. I can’t say just now when I’ll get another fresh Pearl done; it’s getting hard to predict my ability to sit & write at all. For now, I’ll merely say this: I WILL be back, if only to post another archived Pearl, of which there are legion. For now, y’all be strange; it’s cool out there, and dangerous as hell. Stay alert, & be happy as you may….

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


ร€ bientรดt, mon cherรญ….


16 thoughts on “Inevitable moments of pure confusion….

  1. โ€œThe attacker must vanquish;
    the defender need only survive.โ€

    ~~ Master Po ~~

    Humans can be
    so territorial.. almost
    like Cats when resources
    are at stake.. hmm.. and we
    think we are smArt.. we are juSt animals..
    bite or
    not to
    eat.. another
    mate or not
    to do.. now
    with Love/Hope
    or Fear/Hate to be with
    the addition of now more
    complex emotions guided
    or not by words.. hmm..
    silent defense in body
    language stance
    of fearless
    works best
    without guns..
    i find in the wild
    at least.. late
    at night.. when subsistence
    of mates is most at stake..;)

    โ€œIโ€™m stealing back to my same old used to be.โ€

    ~~ Arlo Guthrie ~~

    Yep.. lots of folks could
    use more of a

    โ€œBelieve me!
    The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness
    and the greatest enjoyment from life
    is to live dangerously!โ€

    ~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~

    Spoken like a true adrenaline
    Junkie.. likely neglected or abused
    when younger.. perhaps much younger..
    or perhaps just born that way..
    missing the softer
    glue of
    and senses
    that say
    fill up over flowing
    with moving.. connecting..
    creating with each other now
    in somewhat peaceful flow..
    with occasional peaks
    of course..
    Dangerous is stupid..
    Insurance companies charge for it too..;)

    Risk taking can be something
    entirely different.. non-dangeorus
    risk taking in terms of fucking
    or not..
    or severe
    and potentially
    disabling bodily injury..
    like Diving into FucKinG
    untested depth of waters..
    shallow in terms of reaSon2..;)

    And that reminds me of some
    new song i heard in our
    cold new
    of young to ‘middle’ adults
    now that says everything
    that kills me makes me
    feel alive.. hmm..
    a sad song
    of far from fully alive..
    safe and loving free enough.. to be..:)

    โ€œThe man who removes a mountain
    begins by carrying away small stones.โ€

    ~~ Chinese proverb ~~

    There are no pills or
    drinks for happiness..
    gRainS of sAnds carried
    over deserts of life to make mountain
    Love come iSReAL noW within.. inside..
    outside.. above.. so below.. and all around noW..:)

    โ€œFar more crucial than what we know or do not know
    is what we do not want to know.โ€

    ~~ Eric Hoffer ~~

    The greatest challenge
    i for one see/feel today
    is not this
    but what
    we have

    โ€œThese times of ours are serious and full of calamity,
    but all times are essentially alike.
    As soon as there is life there is danger.โ€

    ~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

    It’s a dog eat whatever world..
    but at the end of the day..
    even the road runner
    and coyote are
    to R and R..:)

    โ€œSometimes you win, sometimes
    you lose, sometimes you get rained out.โ€

    ~~ Satchel Paige ~~

    Yes.. Murphy…
    i don’t
    give a
    shit are on
    the same overall teAm..:)

    (at least for me;)

    โ€œTruth is always exciting.
    Speak it, then.
    Life is boring without it.โ€

    ~~ Pearl S. Buck ~~

    Yeah.. life is kinda
    prickly and pearly
    and liGht..;)

    โ€œAll go down
    the hooooooole.โ€

    ~~ Baby Plucky. ~~

    Life is a series
    of ins and outs..
    and sure.. uPs and
    dOwns.. alone and allone..:)

    • *grin* One of these grins always appears during the reading of your comments, brother…. I’ll forgo any real response in favor of typing less, a necessary restriction just now… But, I always appreciate your words, even if I don’t get to responding quickly….

      All go down the hoooooole….



      • Hehe..
        Line.. my
        friEnd i live
        to make people
        Grin.. sometimes i
        put on that art of war
        don’t fuck with me face
        when i am doing my ballet
        routine in front of the ‘red necks’
        where i live.. and i am fucking laughing
        hysterically inside.. as i challenge their paradigm..
        of what
        real men
        can and
        cannot do when free..
        as tree of life with branches..:)

        • LOL! I know that face well…. and I, too, love to challenge that paradigm… It’s frightening to the ignorant to threaten, and have the person thus threatened immediately grin, and get an unholy gleam of joy in their eyes… and, somehow, even the baddest dog (2 or 4 legged) seems to understand when my voice gets quieter, it is more dangerous…. Great fun…

          See ya; already typed too much today. Gonna go do my own version of dancing awhile…


  2. As to mine own folly, I mostly do not.

    Frankly, the Chinese have it backward. Rarely does gravel accumulate atop a boulder; ergo, use one’s fresh strength to decimate the boulder as the pebbles are far easier to carry.

    There is very little I do not want to know. As I age, I am finding fewer who can teach me those tidbits I seek.

    Being home alone these days is making for a bit of rabblerousing on my part. Perhaps, we can chat about it soon.

    • Always a pleasure translating you…. *grin*

      A chat would be good; don’t do much of that these days… though I’m trying to give up rousing the rabble. In fact, I believe I’ve decided to quit ranting altogether, unless presented with an issue I cannot ignore…. I’ve known for a very long time that ‘politics is poopadoodle’… I am now going to tattoo that on my eyelids, to remind me to stay out of it. It’s like wrestling with a pig; you get dirty & tired, & the pig likes it….

      Love you guys…


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  4. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:


    Nope, not done yet. Moreover, I don’t have any excuse other than to plead self-interest, which isn’t particularly nice, but, is accurate. I AM working on it, if less than efficiently, and, am hoping to get it done for tomorrow. Here is another sublimated entry, from 2015, a couple months after Leelu arrived to save me from myself, while deep in the throes of opioid withdrawal, otherwise known as coming off junk, cold turkey…. As I look back on some of these, it is hard to even imagine what I was going through then; it’s getting a bit blurry, thankfully. In any case, it came out pretty well, got some decent traffic, and some great comments, so, I hope it serves well today as a replacement for fresh ‘stuff’…. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, with news on how my latest experiment in finding Joe is going…. Be well, and, happy as you may be….

    gigoid, the dubious


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