Lost pages from the manual….


“Memory feeds imagination.”
~~ Amy Tan ~~

vca bldg

Urban selfie….

Hajime…. When I arose today, I had hoped to be able to put together this Pearl, & get it posted in a timely fashion. So much for hope. I’ve been up since 3 AM, thanks to the ongoing emotional morass currently engaging my attention at inconvenient moments. Suffice to say, I’m not happy, with myself, or my own responses to what is going on inside. I can only surmise, and, again, hope, this inner conflict will provide me with sufficient opportunity to find the path I seek. We’re all aware, I think, adversity makes us stronger; I can add, I hope it can also make us wiser….

Regardless of the progress of the battle, the Pearl still needs to get done, so, I’m pushing on, sans full knowledge of what direction I may take, simply to be able to say I did it, & put a check mark on a completed task. If nothing else, that will provide some hope of its own, enough so to keep up a good front long enough to get done. Sometimes, faking it can be helpful, for us humans; we depend on our imagination so much, we become comfortable with unreality. But, I digress….

It’s all there, below; good music, a brand-new poem, ripped out of my plethora of angst, (I still don’t know what it says, but, it often takes some time for the metaphor & allegory to sink in….), and a pretty decent set of old-school pearls, with the usual message of relevance. The only part to be finished is this intro, and the close, which generally goes fast. At this juncture, it is patently clear none of it will happen, at all, unless I do it now, so….

Shall we Pearl?

“Men freely believe that what they wish to desire.”
~~ Gaius Julius Caesar (100-44 B.C.) ~~


hot tuna

A few days ago, I included a concert from these artists, from 1988. As an update, here is a concert from 2015, to demonstrate how their artistic growth never stopped; they only get better with time…. Enjoy!….


Electric Hot Tuna





Stealing breath….

Drained of all pertinent apathy, the sleeper rubs away

metaphor from dry colorless eyes, curiously content.

Called to answer, in stentorian tones of patient gray,

evicted, having never paid any rent.

Days go by, followed by endless night;

multiple failures of spirit have been kept on the bubble.

A terrible awareness imparts notice, right & tight,

while dreams fill an empty bower, sans fate, or trouble.

Around and about, reality fades into permanence,

with only a small whimper, no time for fears.

Bumper cars, and spicy gumbo, give us ample evidence

of missed opportunities, but, with attendant tears.

A full moon shines alike upon all who see, yet

offers no resistance, or favor, to the blind.

Life portrays a gravidly salient zenith, hedging its be

tsinking into a future where only death is kind.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Paying attention….


“Our care should not be to have lived longas to have lived enough.”

~~ Seneca ~~


“It’s got to be the goin’,Not the gettin’ there that’s good.”

~~ Harry Chapin ~~


“To achieve the impossible,it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.”

~~ Tom Robbins, “Jitterbug Perfume” ~~


“A wise man first determines what is within his control;all else is then irrelevant.”

~~ Epictetus ~~


“Excess on occasion is exhilarating.It prevents moderation

from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.”

~~ W. Somerset Maugham ~~


“Fantasy tells us every wish will come true,

Magic says we can make it come true,

Reality proves every wish does not necessarily come true,

Life is not a fairy tale and magic is only from Hollywood,

The real thing requires patience and determination,

Grit and persistence, desire and vigor,

All applied in very liberal doses.”

~~ James W. King, 1994 ~~


“If you are beginning to doubt what I am saying,you are probably hallucinating.”

~~ The Firesign Theatre, “Everything you know is Wrong” ~~



It’s done, & so am I. That also means, so are you. Whether you find that a matter of comfort, or, irritation, is of small matter; though we all tend to think otherwise, how we feel about things has no real effect on them. It can be rather disconcerting, I know, but, it’s the same for us all, & it’s something we all need to accept. Just like we need to accept the time to stop the blather has arrived. In spite of the obvious risks, I’ll do this again. Given my state of mind, trying to predict when would be foolish, & I’m trying to avoid that today; I’ve got enough to deal with without that. 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.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….


3 thoughts on “Lost pages from the manual….

  1. Sorry for how the appearance changed; you may place the blame on WP, which made changes again to its editing functions, dumping me into what you see, in spite of any workarounds. I will see over the next days just how it affects things; please have patience while i find the new ways to work around their changes….


    • Montoya is a good choice…. “Music hath charms, to soothe the savage breast….” still holds true… Gonna listen a lot myself today…

      Be well, my friend….


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