Exhibiting signs of miscellaneous joy….

Ffolkes,

“A ship in harbor is safe — but that is not what ships are for.”

~~ John A. Shedd ~~

stained-in-greenock

Kirk windows, Greenock, Scotland….

Hajime…. In the last two or three days, between bouts of business out in the BBR, and the inconvenience of an inconsistently gurgling gut, I managed to put together a rather extensive Pearl. There is old stuff, new stuff, and some middle-of-the-proverbial-road stuff, all of which, while often obscure or allegorically impure, is nonetheless cogent for all that. Since that sentence, alone, is quite murky enough to suit the censors, I’ve decided to just let it fly, & take whatever consequences reality may bring. Scary, but, that’s life, right?….

In case it isn’t clear yet, this is what I call an ‘off-the-cuff’ intro, meaning all of it has been made up, on the spot, by allowing my overburdened head let out what it has to release, willy nilly. Such arrogance on my part is, I’m afraid, natural; I am human, after all. But, it is tempered somewhat by my reluctance to speak ill, whether of the dead, or the living. Well, okay, so, it’s not, really. I just couldn’t figure out any other way to get this going, having found the usual vast empty spaces facing my astonished gaze this morning, as I took my first peek inside, searching for inspiration, or, at the very least, reason to live….

Facing conundrums so early in the day is de rigeur for this process, so, rather than dwell upon that which cannot be altered, I’ll go on, to things not bigger, or better, but, in the final analysis, different. At this point, such an attitude comprises the proof of our pudding, to wit: all we can do is all we can do. Moreover, we’ve done it, and, thankfully, we are allowed to use that as excuse, if not justification. The law is very strange, is it not?

Okay, I’ve lost my way, & haven’t enough coffee on board to offer any possibility of finding it. I can’t think of anything else, so why don’t we just do this?….

Shall we Pearl?

“History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.’

~~ Maya Angelou, “On the Pulse of Morning” ~~

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caroles rose

Old friends….

I’ve decided to make use of some older material, written before I began blogging on WordPress. I’d been creating Pearls for several years, but, mostly published via email to my list of subscribers… long story. The material I found is several months of Pearls from the SFGATE website, where I posted them for a few months… For the next period of time, until I run out, or get tired of it, I’ll be including some of them here in the first section,, where many of my rants used to appear; some of the older Pearls fit that description, anyway, so, it works for me. Y’all can let me know what you think in the comments, if you wish. I’m gonna do it anyway, but, feel free…. *grin* Abondanza!…

From 8/20/2011:

Ffolkes,

And so it begins again. It’s enough to make you just want to rant sometimes. The news every day bombards us with the craziness going on in the world, providing us with the mental equivalent of dried dung in such quantities the Berbers could make a fire lasting all night. Politicians speak out every day, spewing tons of the most amazing crap, proving with every word just how insane they are, and people keep lapping it up like ice cream. The media that reports all this possibly plays the worst part in the charade, as they continue to report on the most trivial BS they can find. They don’t seem to care whether it is dignified, or if it makes any sense; they just want to increase ratings, and bad news does that better than good.

Oh well, I could rant on this forever, and it’s not going to make any difference. It’s unfortunate, because I’m beginning to believe that it is too late for us humans; we passed the turnoff to sanity a while back, and nobody noticed. Our beloved ruling class has decided that they are not going to buy into the idea that we are killing ourselves, and will hold that opinion all the way to the graveyard.

I’m also of the opinion that we little people only have one choice left, and that is revolution. The conditions which produced the first American Revolutionary War are fully present today; government is NOT responsive to the will of the people. Hell, they could care less about the people; to them it’s all about what they can get before getting caught, and even then they don’t get prosecuted. How many bankers and Wall Streeters were put in jail for stealing all that money a few years ago? None…instead we gave them bailout money.

Ah hell, that’s enough for one morning; if I continue I’ll end up with indigestion, and I’ve only been up for a half hour. F….. ’em, they’re not going to ruin my day….today’s Pearls were picked out when I had this on my mind, so they may reflect that…..they’re still a pretty good group….

“If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.” — Francis Bacon

“When forced to resort to arms for redress, an appeal to the tribunal of the world was deemed proper for our justification. This was the object of the Declaration of Independence.” — Thomas Jefferson

“I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.” — Clarence Darrow
(How long is YOUR list?…..mine runs to three or four pages….and the first two are just the politicians (most of whom began as lawyers) and preachers).

“I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. I don’t like them myself. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.” — Humphrey Bogart to Lauren Bacall, in The Big Sleep

Existing order thrives upon ignorance and lies. Objective truth and individual reason are feared above all.

“The seeker after truth must, once in the course of his life, doubt everything, as far as is possible. What is doubtful should even be considered as false. This doubt should not, meanwhile, be applied to ordinary life.” — R. Descartes, “1-3rd Principles of Human Knowledge”

Well, I feel a little better…..reading pearls always helps me regain my equilibrium. Hopefully, they do the same for you….. y’all take care out there…..

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srv-and-ak

Albert & Stevie

I feel like the blues today; not my mood, just my wants…. Since it doesn’t get any better than these two, we’ll go with their finest session…. Enjoy!….

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Albert King & Stevie Ray Vaughan
In Session

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Comedy_Tragedy

Platitudes for Attitudes

Platitudes shake us, attitudes break us.
Life can be a real pain, y’know?
Still, if we don’t fight where it takes us,
it’s a pretty straight row to hoe..

A lot of what we see and hear
isn’t always in the best of taste.
Life at large can be one long frisson of fear.
Making an effort often seems a huge waste.

Pundits, dogma dogs, myrmidons, oligarchs & pimps;
assholes and predators every one.
Twisted, sick, anti-humans; anomalous, ignorant wimps.
Logic says, every time, lobotomize ’em, & be done.

Illusions, delusions, confusions, a dedicated data dump,
bilious, divisive, spicy with hatred and fears.
Inflation, immigration, promises from the clownish Trump
Leaving even our basest survival heavy with tears.

Ancient sages left signs on the path to peace,
for those with wit to see.
No need for undue effort, no quest for golden fleece.
All we ever need to do, is be.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/29/2015

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pearls_3

Naked Pearls

“But soft, what light breaks….”

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“Nothing can bring lasting peace,
but you have it already
if you just stop disturbing it.
It is there always.”

~~ Sri Swami Satchidananda ~~

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“I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze
than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor,
every atom of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The proper function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.”

~~ Jack London, Jack London’s Tales of Adventure ~~

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“You cannot do a kindness too soon,
for you never know how soon it will be too late.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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All truly wise thoughts have been thought already
thousands of times;
but to make them truly ours,
we must think them over again honestly,
till they take root in our personal experience.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~

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“One isn’t necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential.
Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency.
We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.”

~~ Maya Angelou ~~

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“Be your own reason.”

~~ Levis ~~

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“Being human is a complicated gig”
So give that ol’ dark night of the soul a hug.
Howl the eternal yes.”

~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

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It’s done, though I can’t claim to fully comprehend exactly how it happened. Since it’s dead, we won’t beat it any more; instead, I’ll use this opportunity to take our leave until the next time. I am hoping that will be tomorrow, but, given the instability we are witnessing on all levels of society, I’d rather not make any promises I might not be able to keep. I can promise to try, and, I shall. For now, I’ll merely say, see y’all later, ffolkes. Seize the day before it slips away….

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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

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6 thoughts on “Exhibiting signs of miscellaneous joy….

  1. Hello.. gigoid.. i reAlly appreciate the efforts
    of YouTube in providing remastered oldies
    in working relationships with the original record
    companies.. as the music comes closer to vinyl pristine..
    and copyright strikes ain’t gonna take it away.. sure.. at least
    not until
    Google
    goes
    away..
    no time soon..
    obviously.. as long
    as freedom of expression
    is alloWed.. and that’s a really big
    deal.. freedom of expression.. but the thing
    is.. Faux news is truly what is ruling this country
    now as that is a major stepping stone to
    making the Executive Branch
    beyond Saturday
    Night
    live
    material
    really live as
    truly the tragic
    comedy trumps ‘normal’ comedy
    in terms of Satire isrEaL now for sure..
    and nah.. not funny in terms of ideology
    that wants to separate children from mothers
    and truly sick non-normal-human stuff like that..
    so.. where to find a smile.. where else.. Saturday
    Night Live IF THEY can continue to beat the REAL ‘ART’ OF THE DEAL..
    AND hell ‘us’.. there is BLack art in terms of Voodoo in the Nocebo effect
    of the
    Used
    Car
    Salesman
    who still trumps
    suckers born every day.. as
    power of suggestion is a mighty
    fine tool of an audience for those in charge of the car lot sTiLL..;)

    “A ship in harbor is safe — but that is not what ships are for.”

    ~~ John A. She’d ~~

    Comfort Zones.. my friEnd..
    Comfort Zones of lies that’s
    never
    a friend
    of the Truth..;)

    Speaking of that.. there is a secret password
    into the lives of the car lot heAR in milltown
    USA.. as when my existence hurts
    the sensibilities of card
    board box
    living
    inside
    of feathered
    nests after Sunday
    Dinner.. in other words ..
    if my colors are too bright
    on my 7.50 Walmart T-shirts
    and my ballet mixed in with
    martial arts is too fabulous
    to take all in.. and the
    gawks start to
    amuse me
    i move
    in a little
    closer.. as ‘they’ think
    my little world doesn’t move
    farther from my earbuds and dance..
    hehe.. i move in even closer and strike
    up a conversation.. and really what i wanna
    do is free ’em.. from true frOwns dOwn all
    the aisles i see.. so here’s the magic
    word.. actually five.. “DO YOU
    BELIEVE IN JESUS” ..
    heHe.. rhetorical
    one where
    i live
    but never the less..
    one they take serious
    no matter how otherworldly
    to them i may seem.. beyond ‘munDane’
    as you say my FriEnd.. heHA.. after that i tale
    ’em all about human potential and how that relates
    to total positivity in looking at the world at large in
    pure ‘white’ love (all the colors combined
    in one color of course).. and then it’s
    off to John 14:12 that negates
    that ‘only stuff’ as how
    does God suggest
    that other
    folks
    will do more
    than God.. illogical
    Spock.. the cognitive
    dissonance hurts tHeiR heads
    them after i script what they never
    heard scribed at church.. see.. i have a photographic
    memory or close to that for text.. the book is limited
    and my mind is not.. so in other words.. i have all
    the words.. and it’s like dueling with the book
    when they get to know me more
    than a dance of liGht..
    what they come
    to find out..
    my friEnd
    is.. there is a holy
    madness about life
    that trumps all insanity
    particularly.. when it walks like a book..
    It’s true.. if i lived in a more ‘progressive’ area..
    i would be more intellectually stimulated by the
    convo somewhere else.. but hey.. there is the Internet
    for that and sAdly not many other places but here to even get that..
    hehe.. if you ever go away.. i’ll figure out how to use ‘smart bee’,. i guess..
    or go the archives.. just to get away from the Mundane of life.. but true it is..
    where i
    now live
    and now
    the country
    i live in is the
    most tragic of
    comedies now
    to amuse me
    so far.. that’s the thing
    if/God/came/comes/is/back/here/now/God
    would be smART enough to have fun.. haha..
    at least
    in the
    flesh and
    fool around
    in some other ways
    beyond Tom Fuckery..
    as hey.. the entire Universe
    is full of hot and cold rocks..:)

    “History, despite its wrenching pain,
    Cannot be unlived, but if faced
    With courage, need not be lived again.’

    ~~ Maya Angelou, “On the Pulse of Morning” ~~

    It’s reAlly no joke.. NoW..
    the Neo-Nazis are in charge..
    nOw.. we just haven’t got to the
    gas
    chambers
    yet.. and
    as a note..
    that’s a metaphor..
    there are many other
    ways than gas and internment camps..
    And makes me wonder..
    really.. makes me wonder..
    when ‘all’ the ‘mundanes’
    are going to determine
    that they
    are already
    gaslighted
    in a Christian Hell..
    things is.. my friend..
    i have no desire to hurt
    anyone in hell.. as the pain
    they are already in is worse than death..
    even worse than that they have no reference
    point to the ‘other place’.. or they wouldn’t be in hell.. in the first place..;)

    “Nothing can bring lasting peace,
    but you have it already
    if you just stop disturbing it.
    It is there always.”

    ~~ Sri Swami Satchidananda ~~

    i tracked down the ‘redneck’
    who disturbed the ‘hornet’s
    nest’ of dance last night and
    said turn
    around dude..
    turn around dude..
    and his wife said
    please don’t..
    just don’t…
    like
    i was gonna
    kill a six foot five..
    270 Lb.. Deliverance dude..
    didn’t even get to ask him if he believed in
    Jesus.. oh.. so sad.. the fear.. the fear of LiGht..as dARk..
    A super-epic John 14:12 tale he did miss..
    i suppose
    my beyond
    rainbow colors
    scared him when
    he found out i also
    DO talk.. and ain’t
    afraid of Big bullies with weakness..
    that trumps camouflage and French cuisine..
    And it’s true.. i can grow a
    beard.. put britches
    on and
    change
    my voice
    and
    fit
    wrong end.. too..
    and most of the time.. it’s
    also true.. i have a red neck
    too.. and i am FucKinG way less
    civilized than any so-called ‘red-neck’
    heAR.. truly they should
    be ashamed
    of
    what
    can be so
    much more wild than thaT..
    although it’s true.. i do have sTiLL
    the hands of a Priest and Trump too..
    thing is.. i fight like a Kangaroo mix of A
    Tyrannosaurus Rex and Great White Shark
    all accommodating their disabilities of
    smaller than normal ‘red neck’ size
    hands.. no one has ever lived
    to tale what happens
    at the end
    of the
    fight.. or on
    the other hands
    that write and think..
    i am way too smart
    to succumb to that bullshit..;)

    “I would rather be ashes than dust!
    I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze
    than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
    I would rather be a superb meteor,
    every atom of me in magnificent glow,
    than a sleepy and permanent planet.
    The proper function of man is to live, not to exist.
    I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
    I shall use my time.”

    ~~ Jack London, Jack London’s Tales of Adventure ~~

    The best pARt
    of entropy
    is what
    happens
    before the end..
    if it ever begins now..
    Sentient Star plUs duSt
    with liGht or not..
    i’ll
    go the
    path of
    LiGht and
    shine like
    A crazy fool sun..
    juSt luST LOVE
    for the briGht oF LiFe..
    as
    ACT..
    do do do..:)

    “You cannot do a kindness too soon,
    for you never know how soon it will be too late.”

    ~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

    Thank you
    you
    you you..;)

    All truly wise thoughts have been thought already
    thousands of times;
    but to make them truly ours,
    we must think them over again honestly,
    till they take root in our personal experience.”

    ~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~

    Johann..
    (Jesus)
    (John 14:12)
    is juSt A MetaPhorse force
    human potential does more..
    as any
    Lucifer
    per
    bringer
    of more
    liGht
    and
    TrUth
    iN
    action
    as real
    metaphor does
    literally and even more..;)

    “One isn’t necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential.
    Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency.
    We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.”

    ~~ Maya Angelou ~~

    Nice metaphor/poem.. AngeLou
    but actuAlly babies
    are born with only
    two fears..
    falling
    and
    loud
    noises as science
    shows.. in other words..
    they are relatively fearless
    compared to the average Joe..
    Jill.. Jilljoe.. eTc.. eT aL..
    as language..
    collective..
    intelligence..
    and culture bRings
    even more fear as
    complexity
    breeds
    a fall
    from
    Kiss
    Keep iT simple stupid..
    fearless trumps smARt
    when common sense..
    rules
    more..
    thennow..
    and to be crystal
    clear.. i totAlly agree with
    the poem aS wHOle.. Maya..
    and when the Jesus dude or whomever
    wrote the words said.. the key to heaven
    is looking at life through a child’s eyes.. noW..
    A key Now is sTiLL MoVinG.. ConNecTing and
    CreATinG with eYes of a fearless Child of Wonder
    and amazement as the world is beach without the bit88 yet..
    (unless one lives
    in a desert or
    on a snowy
    mountain top
    or other place
    of scarcity over
    abundance outside aS Such..
    The Beach
    is Great..
    Nirvana
    inside
    and outside..
    above.. so below
    and all around baby now..
    luck of StAR DuST pLuS senTient
    aS Such.. coming from Star Seed STar
    burST crucible fire.. seeds heAR with the fortune of A
    draW iN a state shaped like a Gun named the Flower STAte..
    oh..
    the
    irony
    oh.. the fun..
    of beach life now..
    from head to toe.. outside.. iN..
    STAYcatION..
    alWays
    noW liGht LIFe LOVE..;)

    “Be your own reason.”

    ~~ Levis ~~

    Some folks create tHeir reality
    others are led by reality.. NoW..
    feathered
    nests
    to hell.. my friEnd.. and garages
    full of Walmart shit and more shit..
    in all
    the spare
    bedrooms
    and other
    places like that..;)

    “Being human is a complicated gig”
    So give that ol’ dark night of the soul a hug.
    Howl the eternal yes.”

    ~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

    The DArk
    Night of the soUL
    aN ultiMate Enema.. my FriENd..
    truLY my Best Friend ENeMA.. nOw
    FucK aLL the sHiTs NoW.. jusT LIVe..;)

    Thanks.. gigoid.. for all the hELp..
    wanted to do thAT SonG jusTice..
    iN
    A Neo-
    Kashmir way..;)

    Needed a lot of words
    for an unusually long song too..;)

    • Great song, too, my friend. I am typing this as the song ends, having finished reading it a moment ago… I had an incident with a redneck like that one time somewhere in Montana, at the world’s largest gas station. In the bookstore, with my beard & ponytail making me quite a pink monkey in brown monkey land, a voice behind me said something about ‘the hippie’… I turned around, looked at him, (about five inches above my 5’8″), smiled, & said, “You’re a lucky cowboy; I’m gonna let you live.” I winked & turned my back to him as I walked away…in a dead silent store…
      Fun….

      I’m glad you enjoyed the mess today; it came out better than I had thought, & your song adds a nice touch….

      Weather here today is cold & wet, so I’m gonna go walk in it some more…

      The world no longer concerns me much; between the mundanes, their masters, climate change, & the now out-of-control nuclear disaster in Fukushima, I doubt Life, of any sort, will be around much longer on the surface of this planet… Considering the ‘unimaginable’ radiation leaking from the burning pool of the nuclear core, into the ocean and atmosphere, which killed two robots recently sent to find & observe it (it is so hot, they don’t really know where most of it is…), it could be several hundred thousand years until any Life CAN exist here…

      So, you’re right; may as well be as happy as we can be, on what is left of our journey….

      On that depressing note, I’m gonna go do my own version of dancing….

      See ya… love to both (or, all 3, w/yellow boy) of you…

      gigoid

      • SMiLes my friEnd.. gigoid..
        Love to you as well and
        i will make sure Yellow
        Boy Feels your Love too..
        and hey.. any version of Dancing
        is Good..for the Peace of LIFE for now my FriEnd
        juSt a BaLanCinG
        DancE and SonG
        of Life
        WhOle
        for NoW..
        i’ll take it too..
        as long as my personal
        peace does last for now too..:)

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