Bitter whimsy…

Ffolkes,

“Rotten wood cannot be carved.”

~~ Confucius ~~

~~ Analects, Book 5, Ch. 9 ~~

homebase

gigoid’s hideaway….

Hajime…. Bitter whimsy, indeed, my friends. It’s been at least three days since I last sat to compose a Pearl, though I’ve spent a little time collecting pearls to use. Most of my time, sadly, has been spent feuding with the powers that be, in the guise of banks, and robotic zombies in service to soulless corporations. As usual, the conflicts in which I’ve been compelled to engage have ended in what can best be called a draw; I get what I need, the myrmidons get confused, and we both feel a bit unsettled afterward. Mostly, it works, though there seems to be little point to any of it.

In fact, if you consider our opening lines from Confucius (the real one, not the one with the weird fake accent everyone uses… this is from the books he actually wrote, back in the days of Lao Tzu and the emperors of various dynasties in China…), taken together with the intro closing quote from Bert Russell, it gives the flavor of how my time out in the BBR has gone, for the most part. Relatively productive in terms of task completion, but, with the concomitant angst and stress from having to deal with mundanes, myrmidons, zombies, and simple idiots, to go along with the more rarely encountered true human, those who are able to display rational behavior, and a human ability to display empathy toward others.

I miss the conversations involved in blogging; in the past six or so years, I’ve met some of the best ffolkes I’ve ever known; several have become very good friends, and I am reluctant to completely give up the time I spend connecting with them. But, I am finding, also, I am less filled with the background of tension that comes from having to soak up so much bad juju, which is hard to avoid if one follows current events. There are literally dozens of issues being played out in the world today, all of which are relatively critical in nature; the failure to meet some of the challenges necessary to resolve those issues will have serious effects on the entire world, including our own species, effects which conceivably lead to our demise as a species. It ain’t pretty, ffolkes; humanity has been ignoring the basic rules of reality for a long time, hoping against hope the delusions/illusions upon which we have based our existence are powerful enough to withstand conflict with the real world. I’m unhappy to report, they aren’t….

But, that’s a rant for another time, yes? Yes. For now, I’m going to once again slough it all onto a back burner, & throw together a Pearl of Virtual Wisdom, just because I can, and, probably should, given the alternative, which none of us should contemplate without a better handle on things…. For now…

Shall we Pearl?

“In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice,
and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper,
and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~

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Image from LIVEmusicblog.com via Google Images

Leo Kottke has been a legendary performer on the 12-string guitar for most of my life; I first saw him in concert in my first year at UC Berkeley, where he blew me, and the rest of the audience, right out of our shoes. Mike Gordon is much younger, but, no less a phenomenon, as a studio bassist, and for the popular rock band, Phish, with Trey Anastasio complementing his bass licks on lead guitar with his improvisational genius. Leo and Mike got together prior to Phish, to play in concert, also making a number of albums treasured by aficionados of great improvisational music…. Enjoy, ffolkes; these are two of the best, having fun together….

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Leo Kottke & Mike Gordon Live

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Comedy_Tragedy

Adjectives of Quality ~~ Bloody Friday

A baleful lump of ironic introspection
sits upon my shoulder today
leaving traces of fey reflection
with a smattering of true dismay.

Resistance may be futile, many have said,
belief didn’t necessarily follow.
Abnegation of fear marks all bills paid,
leaving such empty threats hollow.

Symbolic courage never sleeps so deeply
as when delusion holds sway.
Bartered virtue, sold far too cheaply,
stands in shame, until honor fades away.

Too many culprits exist to count just one;
all of us bear obvious blame.
Evil is as evil does, only, when it’s done,
it begins again, all same-same.

Nobody seems to care enough to deny the lies.
Ignorant fear rules humanity’s masses.
When evil passes unremarked, innocence dies;
silence equals guilt, leaving only hope’s ashes.

Reality screams; tales of terror unfold,
flames fanned with purposeful malice,
insidious dangers hide beneath atrocity untold
as Gaia weeps into an empty chalice.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/3/2015

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pearls_3

Naked Pearls

Odd, but, true….

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“Everything can be filed under “miscellaneous”.”

~~ Dilbert, Scott Adams ~~

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“There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth:
(1) not going all the way; and
(2) not starting.”

~~ Buddha ~~

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“Freedom is not free. Free men are not equal. Equal men are not free.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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“The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves
as the sole cause of all our adversities.

~~ Sophocles ~~

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“As I look at your image,
I see only the light which was not absorbed.”

~~ Mark Middleton ~~

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“It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.”

~~ John Heywood (c. 1565) — Proverbes, Part ii, Chap. viii~~

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“What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?”

~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~

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‘Tis now 0510, which means this process has done its job admirably; I’m still relatively sane, and nobody died in my vicinity, whether due to my action, or inaction. Plus, compared to the general run of mundanes, I’m still sane, and as free as anyone in this sad old world can be. Rather than entertain any opinions of a different nature, I’ll just ease my way off screen, & get on with the re-ordering of my personal reality. It’s a tough job, but, who else will do it, if I don’t? No one. Since that remains the case, I’ll see y’all later; the exact date remains, at this point, a mystery, but, don’t fret, it won’t be too long… It seems to keep pulling at me…. 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

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

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4 thoughts on “Bitter whimsy…

  1. Nice to see you back…I understand your feelings…..back in 1996 I gave up writing and concentrated on my activism…it seemed that no one was listening or even caring that things were going to shit. My grandfather had a saying about this…”when you teach a pig to sing you waste your time and piss off the pig”….I returned when I was laid up and started this blog 10 years ago and I rather enjoy the back and forth it provides me….hopefully you will stay around your council is much appreciated….chuq

    • Thanks, amigo; you’re one of those friends of whom I spoke… and, I’m not ready yet to go completely off-grid; that will take some planning & tactical prep. So, I’ll be around; just less often than every day, I think…. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even write some poems…

      I’ll be by later; got stuff, but, I’m getting there, slowly…

      BTW; my email is on my home page, & in my profile; send me a line sometime, so we have that connection, too…

      See ya

      gigoid

  2. SMiLes.. my friEnd gigoid.. nice to
    see you back and sure.. i can
    relate to the
    somewhat
    changing
    climate of the human
    who is becoming more
    robotic and less human even
    when it comes to failing to look up
    from a customer service desk with
    eyes glued on screen.. and truly
    it’s a symptom of culture
    moreover than
    human
    as humans
    are not classically evolved
    to staY iN mechanical cognition
    noW verses the social empathy that
    glues togeTheR thAT one can describe
    as the altruistic innate good pARt of liFe
    and liGht thaT can sadly move in the otheR
    so-called dArk and Evil pArt of souLess.. heaRtless
    and SpiRitless person wHere these human virtues are
    organic and real and yes hard for some folks to empiricAlly
    measure but still as real and organic as the dirt and grains
    we sAnd on that hold up mountains of Love iN hUman beings
    wHo never give up..
    and in that place of
    so-called psychopathy
    that i for one have seen
    up close and personal in an
    organic non-emotionless state
    wHere all that can be felt left is
    pleasure of pain that is no pleasure
    at all but change from pain internally
    when emotions do die and are so hard to put
    into words my friend but IS A true organic state..
    the horror there of facing the fACT that even with
    logos of reason that remains with a moral code we
    are Nature’s slaves and face the action and consequence
    of doing.. whether our intentions set out were of the best of completing
    a seemingly impossible task.. in other words.. one must grow empathy
    and compassion for oneself and do what is required soley and souly
    to save oNe’s heARt.. sPiRit and SoUL when oThers.. including culture
    as whole.. work.. school.. and other so-called requirements would take
    that away as chronic stress can and will eventually erase not only the human
    heARt… SpiRit and SoUL in seNseS and EmoTiOns at core of what is organically
    and all naturally isReaL.. but one’s very life.. starting at all bodily systems from
    respiratory.. to cardiovascular to endocrine and every other autonomic
    and sentient paRt oF liFe.. i used to post blog posts almost every day
    as a routine of sorts.. and i used to complete every task for
    decades at work without fail and make straight A’s
    in school without fail.. and trim every blade
    of grass around the sidewalkS in
    perfect towel hung
    level same and
    used to
    fret over
    the hairs disappearing
    off of the crown of my
    head at 18 years old too..
    and it’s true my friEnd as the
    Ice Princess on Frozen said..
    some nows ya just gotta to let go of
    culture.. get naked and let that shit all escape a septic tank of sunk..
    it’s all relative but when it’s bliss and nirvana and heaven now heRe tHeRe
    IS A reaLity that Life is Good.. and the journey tHeRE iS oNe oN one’s personal
    path in a field of dreams that is as organically real and perhaps as difficult now
    to put into words as a concept of a living God all that is jusT as isreal/organic
    too.. and full of dARk and liGht and sHades of purgatory grey to
    Rainbow colors that one has never fElt and SenSED Before
    iN what feels and senses like liVing a thouSand lifetimes
    in one liFe iN one second now as Heaven is
    only full
    as the
    moment of NOW..
    thaT my FriEnd is
    wHEre i alWAys
    travel too.. now..
    no distance..
    no space
    no
    time
    but Heaven now..
    and it’s true.. throughout all
    history this my friend without any
    material goods or status or power at
    all is the HiGhest Gate of an ivory
    tower that most people
    never experience
    but a
    Yellow
    boy
    like my cat..
    Heaven is organic
    i s R E A L No W
    no different than the
    all we can cAll a blue
    turtle or whatever the FucK…
    getting tHere IS A iSREaL miracle..
    staYing tHeRe IS A Practice oF a liFE WeLL LIVinG
    WaTer.. FindinG iT can take a lifetime of seeKinG it to even
    escape the robotic machine world we live in mind/body today..
    But as Neo miGht say.. those who can and will are alloWed to unplug..
    it’s worth noting that in the Renaissance only about 5 percent of the
    populace enjoyed any part of that thriving colorful awakening culture..
    Not much
    has
    changed
    my FriEnd..
    as our nature’s
    and our struggles
    in the environment do reMain..
    tHere are sTiLL the minions in both
    fiction and real who will sheep/mundane theiR
    way to follow and support the most despicable leaders ever..
    so life goes.. dARk sHades of Grey and BeyONd Rainbow Renaissance colors2..
    mY
    FriEnd..
    and now
    to begin
    iN
    response
    to pearls..:)
    “The minions on the
    Wrong Planet
    website
    called
    this di·ar·rhe·a..
    from tHeir septic tank view..;)”
    -Despicable wHo
    (me)
    “Everything can be filed under “miscellaneous”.
    ~~ Dilbert, Scott Adams ~~
    i let it all
    go
    and live..:)
    (oh by A way..
    this IS a monoLific
    Haibunfredbun
    with a
    myriad
    of American
    style Haiku
    allfred aS Such..;)
    -as one big riff
    “There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth:
    (1) not going all the way; and
    (2) not starting.”
    ~~ Buddha ~~
    no
    prob
    bud..;)
    “Freedom is not free. Free men are not equal. Equal men are not free.”
    ~~ Subtle Bee ~~
    This is true..
    a clitoris
    is smaller
    and
    CAN
    come
    more often..;)
    “The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves
    as the sole cause of all our adversities.
    ~~ Sophocles ~~
    Oh.. to be
    born
    without
    a clitoris..
    oh now..
    the sorrow..
    oh now.. the inferiority..
    oh my God.. Victoria’s Secret..
    totALLy exposed iN Female Superiority..;)
    Oh.. the joy
    no one
    can
    predict
    what
    i’LL
    do
    neXT..
    living without a
    roboT all let go..;)
    “As I look at your image,
    I see only the light which was not absorbed.”
    ~~ Mark Middleton ~~
    Unpredictable
    people
    are
    definitely
    harder to see..
    let’s face it..
    liGht
    goes
    wHeRe
    iT
    wiLL
    be..
    FReED..;)
    “It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.”
    ~~ John Heywood (c. 1565) — Proverbes, Part ii, Chap. viii~~
    Life
    is
    real
    “What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?”
    ~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~
    Culture is illusion
    and isreal too..:)
    All is
    real
    is
    real..:)
    As is
    “Rotten wood cannot be carved.”
    ~~ Confucius ~~
    ~~ Analects, Book 5, Ch. 9 ~~
    In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice,
    and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper,
    and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying.”
    ~~ Bertrand Russell ~~

    This is the comment i made
    yesterday.. must of went to
    spam as it didn’t appear here..
    yesterday..
    and
    not
    sure it
    will take today
    but there are no links
    so perhaps the filter
    didn’t like the work clitoris.. hehe..;)

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