Ffolkes,
“Rotten wood cannot be carved.”
~~ Confucius ~~
~~ Analects, Book 5, Ch. 9 ~~
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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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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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
À bientôt, mon cherí….
gigoid 
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
Will do and mine is also….be safe and be well my friend….chuq
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..;)