Mesmerized by twiddling thumbs….


May the moon light your way, till the wind sets you free.

~~ Shriekback, “Cradle Song” ~~


Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, SF Bay

Hajime…. Recovery from recent indiscretions was delayed somewhat yesterday, but, eventually reached the point I was able to complete the most critical elements of today’s Pearl, leaving only the formatting and composition for today. This is fortunate, for I find the time I need now to fully regain my faculties after such silly behavior is extended, often past what I consider reasonable. But, then, I’ve never been particularly reasonable when it comes to my own weaknesses, or, perhaps more accurately, what I regard as weakness. Nonetheless, I find myself with sufficient energy, and chutzpah, to, at minimum, finish today’s mess, so I can begin anew, with refreshed hope of rationality, or, at least, coherence.

Such is life in a mad world; one finds one’s motivation where it can be found, and doesn’t question the result, lest it disappear in a puff of metaphorical magic smoke. In my own case, self-esteem is a sufficient prize to move me to greater effort, if only to assuage my own sense of duty. You can take the corn out of Kansas, but, you can’t take the Kansas out of the corn, as it is said…. Of course, nobody knows what they mean when they say it, but, it sounds logical, and charming, so, I’ve said it, and you may like it, or not, as suits your fancy. Regardless of that particular outcome, I’m going on to the next paragraph, because this one is now out of control…

Safely ensconced in new verbiage, I can confide I’m less than completely sane at this point in time. I don’t mind, but, it can cause difficulties with machinery; despite common belief, they do know when we are vulnerable, and will go to extreme lengths to set traps for us, knowing our distraction by our inner turmoil will provide them with endless opportunities for hilarious chaos, as we attempt to make sense of what has none. Some of us, in our defense, are more, or less, able to cope than others, but, since coping isn’t always the answer, we retain the right to take the optional alternate path to Reality, thus avoiding all sorts of potential difficulty by ignoring such distractions altogether. Works for me….

Since it has, let’s get on with today’s mess, before it gets any further from what might be considered normal…. not that we worry about that much, but, it looks good on the resume, right? Okay, enough…. Let’s get to this, while I’m still relatively competent to do so, okay? Okay by me….. Pretty easy, too, given the above. I mean, all we need to do now, is this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused or disabused;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,–
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.”

~~ Alexander Pope — Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 13 ~~



It’s a default day, so, here is more music from Playing For Change, one of the few organizations worth donating to. So, go donate, unless you’d rather give the money directly to one of the war-mongering corporations who will use it less productively…. It’s good music, so, try to enjoy it, ‘kay?….


Gimme Shelter
Live Outside





It’s raining again here in northern California; save for four days, it’s been raining for about 3 weeks, which is a big part of why the dam in Oroville is threatening to dissolve. To acknowledge the season, here is a atypical poem of mine addressing such a time a few years ago….

An Old Man, Snoring….

Winter arrives with gusts of wind and rain,
clover spreads green amongst the hedges.
Urban gardens quiver, and dream of spring again,
gargoyles stoically crouch on corniced ledges.

Umbrellas sprout over heads shrouded and hatted,
dotting the sidewalks in colorful profusion.
Urban denizens pose sketches, framed and matted,
adding casual beauty to fill the illusion.

Hissing tires, swishing along with the wipers
join nature’s orchestra smoothly, as percussion.
Dripping gutters sound gong tones, true pipers,
a sudden roar of wind hushes all discussion.

Dreams of summer heat form the crux of desire
as winter chills our souls from without.
Sitting in warmth, gazing into an imaginary fire;
content to know spring will come, no doubt.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

To See, one must first Look…


“Open your eyes, you have only to see things properly to understand.”

~~ Leonardo da Vinci ~~


“All teachings are mere references.
The true experience is living your own life.
Then, even the holiest of words are only words.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~


“It is easier to perceive error than to find truth,
for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen,
while the latter lies in the depth,
where few are willing to search for it.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~


“You know what I like best about looking at the stars?
Not the stars themselves, but all those empty spaces between the stars.
That’s where I can imagine traveling for ever and ever.
That’s where I can imagine infinity.”

~~ T.A. Barron ~~


“Feelings are neither good nor bad; they are just indicators.”

~~ Will Limon ~~


“Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.”

~~ Joseph P. Thompson ~~


“Cease to be ruled by dogmas and authorities; look at the world!”

~~ H.G. Wells paraphrase of Roger Bacon’s works ~~



(Watch out! Duck!)….. I apologize for the annoying presence of live fire; my demons decided to attack while my attention was on this missive. (Leelu! Get back! I’ll handle it…. Hack once, slice twice…. Okay, done; you can eat it if you dare….) They’re a bit testy today, & have decided I am too comfortable for my own good. So be it. At least I got this done; now, if I can hold them off a short while, I’ll be able to post this, so I can try again for tomorrow, when, hopefully, it will be less of an ordeal. If so, I’ll see y’all then; odds are about even at this point, so, time will have to tell the tale. Until then, stay dry, if you dare….

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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


9 thoughts on “Mesmerized by twiddling thumbs….

  1. Good tunes… day is more of Chopin though…LOL Can you believe that it has only been 4 weeks since Trump took office…..seems like months…at least he provides for an amusement…LOL Have a good day….chuq

    • Thanks, Anna… I love the music, as it is the kind I play myself, when I get the chance. I don’t generally donate, as one may as well send the money into space, for all the good it usually does… but, I give them a bit each month, because I believe in their mission… music is one of our strongest weapons against the dark we now encounter so much in this crazy world…

      I’ll be by your site soon; I’m finally able to surf & type more often, & just began to follow your blog, which looks like one I’ll visit often, once I find my stride…

      Thanks for dropping in…


      • I help out at a little local filmclub were having in my town. As a shortfilm before the main movie we often show one of the playing for change videos and the world feels a little better and more hopeful after those videos everytime. All the audience likes them very much.

  2. sMiLes my friEnd.. gigoid.. as you
    may have guessed.. be
    by later to catch uP
    on all
    yet to comment on
    of course.. as truly
    as what i’ve said before..
    you share a treasure here
    i will fully use.. yet to come..
    so yeah..
    thaT jaZz too..;)

  3. Kansas corn, Arkansas redneck, Texans – that is all, minds and gutters, we are always who we are regardless of where we are. Then again, are we not always where we are? IJS

    Puter on mute; ergo, I have no comment on the music. I rather like the sound of the crackling fire. So glad this is the last of the freezing mess for this winter. I am looking forward to 100+.

    No matter the sidewalk you choose, the denizens are always, or at least seemingly so, posed. Are they waiting for the photographer to snap the candid portrait which hurls the snapper to fame and the poser to infamy? The oft recognized, yet nameless, face to represent the age, as though generations hence would look on with more than a passing whimsy, should they be so inclined to view the past rather than the future. It all reminds me of the meme you liked earlier of egos and I.Q.s.

    Leo and I need to chat. He seems blissfully ignorant of the lengths to which humans will travail to avoid taking off beer goggles.

    “Words are so cheap, they have been declared free.” Red Dwyer

    Johann is keen to the politics which have not changed since Cain and Abel, if you believe in historical fiction. Reminds me of one of my axioms: It is simpler to ask forgiveness than permission.

    Mayhap, we shall need to take a walk down a thought path where I have often played tour guide. In the simplest questions are held the deepest truths.

    T.A. has the concept down. If all you remember are the knots in the rope, you have already lost the battle. (“Rope”, Mantra for a Muse)

    Feelings are overrated claptrap. Born of ego: what is in it for me, how could you do to me, why did you not for me, how wonderful for me. Makes me want to hand people anal plugs… and pacifiers.

    I see Joe and HG went to the same conference. Nice to see keynotes actually taken.

    Dry? Bwahaha! If it is dry, you are doing it wrong. Mwah!

    • LOL! As always, it’s a joy to go through your responses to pearls I choose to include…. I get, and agree, what you say about Leo; I think he just assumed people would understand the word ‘properly’… Probably, there were many fewer then who refused to think, at least, around him…

      T.A.’s definitely got it right. It’s always good to remember, without the rope, no knots; the silence between words, or musical notes, often expresses much more than the sound….

      I’m assuming the plugs & pacifiers are organic? *grin* It’s a concept the Irish might term grand craic, if they weren’t so damn religious; personally, I think it might wake a lot of folks up, & knock them up a notch or two on the evolutionary scale…

      Hey, it’s my conference; of course it highlights the keynotes!… *wink* That’s why it ended with them…

      ROTFLMAO…. Hard to argue with sheer logic… In this particular case, dry refers to the local weather, which I just finished walking through to get smokes… Still raining, just waiting for the dam to fail & drown everybody to the south… Me, I like coconut oil best…



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