Expecting anything is folly….

Ffolkes,

“I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery
than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.”

~~ Harry Emerson Fosdick ~~

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Saturday’s Farmer’s Market…

Perhaps it is serendipity, or, more accurately, reality exposed to view, but, there are moments in our lives when we see more clearly than at other times. Who’s to say what circumstances create that moment’s clarity? More importantly, who would wish to say? It’s all a conundrum, ambiguity confirmed as a critically fundamental piece of the whole.That said, let us proceed.

Hmm… I forgot, (uncommon, to be sure, but, not unknown…); in order to proceed, one must choose a destination worthy of being proceeded to, and, yes, I know, that’s ending a sentence with a preposition. You’ll note, however, by adding the last confessional bit, it didn’t actually END the sentence, so much as presage the ending. I suppose, given the way things have begun thus far, I could continue to offer tricks of syntax, or, grammatical displays of dubious honesty, but, rather than waste everyone’s valuable time, I’ll just leave it all at that, & go post this puppy, before testing anyone’s mood, or ability to absorb nonsense so early in the day. I know I’ve already reached my personal limit, in two short paragraphs…. My inner critic has registered his disapproval with one short, “Hmph!”, to which I’ll add, “that’ll be quite enough thank you”….

Instead, we’ll do this….

Shall we Pearl?

“I was gratified to be able to answer promptly.
I said, “I don’t know.””

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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Cream Farewell Concert

BBC Broadcast, January 5, 1969

If you’re older than 20 years or so, you know who these guys are; even most young ffolkes know of Cream. Here’s their farewell concert from way back in the day. When you’ve enjoyed it, I’m almost positive you will have the choice, on You Tube, of watching their reunion concert in 2005, played over four or five days at the Royal Albert Hall, just like the first concert…. Abondanza!….

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Cognitive Abstinence

Ever affable, serendipity calls on random days
bringing gifts, wrapped in flesh and bone.
Tempting fate, color springs from intricate stone;
singing, laughing, poised to amaze.

In metaphoric haste, clues gather to confer;
graceless, with absently casual frivolity;
fraught with severely limited civility,
lead yet into realms where hope may infer.

Allegory has faded, past all disrepute;
indelible, entropy holds the field today.
Honorable, the children stand, resolute,
justice is spent, the old-fashioned way.

Temporary measures no longer apply
to foster dreams; endless nightmares parade.
Forlorn, empty, the unwashed masses cry,
while time slips away, sleeping in the shade.

Wondrous moments continue to accumulate
odd gestures of indignant fortitude.
Destiny embraces no desire to illuminate;
with such a cavalier attitude.

Pale, afraid, the joker sits to compose
a final ode to reason.
Such grandiose dreams, a dying rose,
dragged along from season to season.

~~ gigoid ~~

12/1/2016

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Naked Pearls

“Roll the bones…

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“All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous,
unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience.”

~~ Henry Miller ~~

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“I don’t want to be a passenger in my own life.
I don’t want to get to the end of my life
and find that I just lived the length of it.
I want to have lived the width of it as well.”

~~ Diane Ackerman ~~

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“You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.”

~~ Irish Proverb ~~

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“Truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is boring without it.”

~~ Pearl S. Buck ~~

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“To live only for some future goal is shallow.
It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.”

~~ Robert M. Pirzig, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” ~~

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“We’re all in this together — by ourselves.”

~~ Lily Tomlin ~~

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“Why are we here? Because we are here. Roll the bones.”

~~ from a song by Rush (Neil Peart?) ~~

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Well, it takes longer these days, apparently; I can’t seem to post more often than every other day…. SIGH. So be it. After all, it’s done, right? Right. So, until next time, I’ll let y’all be for the nonce, & merely issue the usual caveats, to wit: be well, be happy, act kindly, and stay strange. All good advice, wouldn’t you agree? No? Well, oh well…. 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.

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The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

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Exotically seasoned….

Ffolkes,

“How can we contrive to be at once astonished at the world
and yet at home in it?”

~~ G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy ~~

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Congressional committee in conference….

By modern standards, & probably precise definition, I am what most would label as a ‘pagan’, as one who does not subscribe to any of the major, or even lesser, of the world’s religions. Thomas Paine’s idea of his mind being his only church, and his inner nature his only moral guide, is closer to what I perceive to be right in reality. Too much of what the church’s try to make people believe never struck me as particularly believable, or likely to be the true nature of reality. I mostly covered that belief up with a thick shield, & tried not to discuss it much with anyone, as it never seemed to have good results. So, this holiday season can be a bit problematic for me, what with the rest of my species, or most of it, engaged in a frenzy of capitalist consumerism, which they’ve all come to believe expresses the “Christmas spirit”… SIGH. Silly monkeys….

Having said this, I find myself, as is common during this season, alone with my cat, wondering if having different thoughts, and believing differently, is a worthwhile pastime. Then I consider all I see happening in today’s world, and am content to be myself. Knowing that, if no one else knows, the Buddha has my back on this; the whole of the religious world, & all religions, tell us that peace and happiness resides outside ourselves, in the knowledge of God, by whatever name each decides he must be called. In that light, I can only be glad I know that to be untrue, & unnecessary, for all of it, God, peace, and happiness, are already right there inside us, only waiting to be recognized to be made available to us…..

So, today, on Christianity’s stolen pagan holiday, I offer the following entertainment; some of the best rock & roll ever heard, from about 35 years ago, one of my older poems, and some fine pearls to ponder, along with my, shall we say, extemporaneous remarks. Hell, my kids are grown, & I had nothing better to do, so, there you go…. Let’s do this the easy way, like this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Everyone complains of his lack of memory, but nobody of his want of judgment.”

~~ Francois, Duc de La Rochefoucauld ~~

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Stevie Ray Vaughan

Switch it on, sit back, and enjoy, ffolkes; it just doesn’t get any better than this…..

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Demon’s Bane

Endless nights lead inexorably into endless days
while the battle for peace rages.
Lost arts find new meaning used in new ways;
to burn, yearn, and turn all the new pages.

Darkness falls heavily on bowed shoulders, contrite;
fireworks travel fast in nervous tissue.
The pace is kept, clean, but, never erudite;
such a pale tale of ancient issue.

Peering in terror down long, long halls of night
brings only confusion, destitute in sorrow.
Cannot time become our enemy, eager to fight
on the side which may never see tomorrow?

The longing gaze of passion, for reason to live,
must fall ever more faithfully into sedition,
else the clinging visions we claim to give,
shall not prevent reaching inevitable perdition.

Rising up, clarity of purpose shines the light of day
upon such a desolate landscape of absent release.
There is no escape, no furthering of the way.
Time never knows how to grant peace.

~~ gigoid ~~

11/23/2015

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Naked Pearls

Notes on process & program….

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“Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, is he who,
hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.”

~~ Homer (c. 700 B.C.) ~~

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“If you understand, things are as they are.
If you do not understand, things are as they are.”

~~ Gensha, Zen Master ~~

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“Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth.
When perfect sincerity is expected, perfect freedom must be allowed;
nor has anyone who is apt to be angry when he hears the truth,
any cause to wonder that he does not hear it.”

~~ Tacitus ~~

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“No slave is ever freed, save he freeth himself.”

~~ The Oldest Human Sage, Anonymous ~~

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“As long as anyone believes that his ideal and purpose is outside him,
that it is above the clouds, in the past or in the future,
he will go outside himself and seek fulfillment where it cannot be found.
He will look for solutions and answers at every point
except where they can be found
–in himself.”

~~ Erich Frohm ~~

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“I think the dragon’s asleep.”

~~ Famous Last Words ~~

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I believe I have managed as much confusion and/or elucidation as possible for one holiday morning, so, I’ll let this go without further ado. I hope you enjoy the winter weather, for it has arrived, for sure and for certain. I also hope you enjoy the holiday, and extract as much peace & joy as is there to be found. Y’all be well, be happy as you may be, and, if only for my sake, be as strange as you allow yourself to be. I promise to do the same, at least until next we meet…. 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.

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The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

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A pail of blue zitis….

Ffolkes,

“Be virtuous and you will be eccentric.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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Congress is in session….

For the first five-plus years I wrote this blog, I posted every day, almost without fail. I had found producing it each day offered me the best way to feel sane, and whole, a condition which, at the time, was difficult to attain, as I was in severe pain much of the day, a condition I found to be counter-productive, to say the least. After finally gaining some control over my health issues, & finding the proper eay to treat them, the ensuing better health had an unplanned effect, to wit: I felt less need to spew out my thoughts on the internet, and less need to maintain my relative sanity by that method alone. Exercise and human interaction became more entertaining, and more attractive than it had for many years.

I remained, and still remain, a curmudgeon at the core, but, there are now more frequent instances of breakthrough empathy, and I find it more pleasant to discuss philosophy face to face with others than to write about it, & use delayed discussion, via email or comments online, as a means of interaction. I also don’t seem to feel any emotional loss for having abandoned most of my online community, at least on the primary level it once enjoyed; face to face interaction, though less ordered, & less predictable, is nonetheless more emotionally satisfying. I suppose that fits in with being human; we humans NEED to experience community, & the more intimate, up-close & personal it is, the better we like it.

This change in my personal weather pattern has had the effect of slowing down my work online; I can’t seem to find the inner angst necessary to drive me to post each day. Nor do I feel much sense of loss, & what I do feel is mostly connected to the 20 or 30 ffolkes who have been my ‘mates’ of longest standing. The real world is, after all, more compelling than the digital world, perhaps because it connects to both mind AND body at once. I am unsure of exactly why I find such amiguity preferable; I just know I do. As I have been known to say, so be it…..

On that plaintive, yet somehow positive note, I’ll leave off this wandering introspection, & get on with posting what I’ve cobbled together for today. It’s a pretty good one, if perhaps, as it’s author, a bit ambiguous. As Gilda Radner noted, ambiguity, in terms of reality, is delicious….

Shall we Pearl?

“It is an open question whether any behavior
based on fear of eternal punishment can be regarded as ethical
or should be regarded as merely cowardly.”

~~ Margaret Mead ~~

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Jimi Hendrix

This artist needs no introduction, at least, not for anyone from my generation. Even older folks know of Jimi, and the newer generations seem to know him well, also; his music is timeless, in its way. But, then, genius usually has that effect on normal people…. This is an old video, but has great sound, so, enjoy!….

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Gently Came a Wounded Child

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Soft, sinuous patterns of unearthly beauty
blithely commune with sinking stars,
as pale shadows of former virtue hover
near, ever clean, ever tolerant.
These unbidden habits are worn with age and care,
ready now for dissolution,
welcoming gladly the kiss of Death’s handmaiden.

Unknown to all, the child stands aside,
weeping for the lost days of youth,
days that now shall never be,
nor yearned for ever after.
Only darkness shall lay upon the landscape,
cold, hard, eternal.

Such then are the signs and portents
as we enter into the unknown future,
they are grave indeed.

Uncertainty will be our sole companion,
as the search for hope yields no result.
The lamentations of the gods
shall sound the elegy for Man,
who never learned to see the gift that was made,
so many echoes ago, in the hopeful past;
thus will we pass this plane of existence
as we came, baffled and afraid….

~~ gigoid ~~

written 2/2/201

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Naked Pearls

Oddly enough….

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“A short saying oft contains much wisdom.”

~~ Sophocles (496-406 BC), “Aletes”, Frag. 99

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“You’re not the only one who’s made mistakes,
but they’re the only things that you can truly call your own.”

~~ Billy Joel, “You’re Only Human” (Second Wind) ~~

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“I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

~~ T.S. Eliot ~~

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“Chaos is but unperceived order.”

~~ attributed to Fred Hoyle ~~

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“Anyone who stops learning is old, whether twenty or eighty.”

~~ Henry Ford ~~

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“Happiness follows sorrow,
sorrow follows happiness,
but when one no longer discriminates
between happiness and sorrow,
a good deal and a bad deed,
one is able to realize freedom.”

~~ Buddha ~~

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“Forget what you know and learn.”

~~ Roger von Oech ~~

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Such as it is, here ’tis; I do hope you’ve enjoyed our little foray into uncertainty. I know I have, so much so I will, no doubt, do this again in the near future. As noted above, I probably won’t post every day, but, every second or third day seems as if it will work just fine. Until I do return, y’all be well, be happy, & stay strange, In the midst of the current capitalist frenzy involved in this “season of giving” (funny how giving to the poor got turned into what we now see…), being strange is one of your most effective defenses…. Works for me, anyway…. 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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

To little purpose, but great gain….

Ffolkes,

“If we are not stupid or insincere when we say
that the good or ill of man lies within his own will,
and that all beside is nothing to us,
why are we still troubled?”

~~ Epictetus, Discourses, Book i, Chap. xxv ~~

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Leelu, temporarily cooperative….

I am fuddled, properly, but, remain unrepentant for being so, also properly. The essential elements to complete and post this Pearl were all present by yesterday afternoon, but, my will failed, & it didn’t get done as it might have. My fuddled state arises from the failure of will, for which I have neither explanation, nor the remotest clue as to where one might be procured. Such a state can often produce this degree of concern, but, in this case, I believe I shall let it pass relatively without further remark, if only to save what little peace of mind I yet have; no sense in chewing on myself over what’s already past, & I have no desire to beat myself over my fast-balding pate any more than is absolutely necessary to maintain civility….

While I’m on the subject, BOY, I REALLY HATE WINDOWS 10!

There, I’m glad that’s out of my system, if only for the moment. This latest version of Bill Gates’ classic operating system has grown to such gargantuan proportions, it gets in its own way, not to mention mine. Without going into details, I’ll just say there are so many damn bells & whistles, one can’t find the chalk, or often, the chalkboard. Time after time, it frustrates me by its slowness, and its decided lack of obviously intelligent design. SIGH…. So be it. At least it gets to where I need to go, eventually. Okay, end of mini-rant….

Which leads us to the actual purpose here today, to post yet another set of my own (non)sense and/or vulnerability disguised as aplomb. Fear not, my covers are intact, according to my ill-favored and unreliable perceptive abilities…. enough so I’ll probably even do this again in the relatively near future. For the none, allow me to forgo further diatribes or even lyrical phraseology, in favor of just getting the damn thing posted. This, by the way, is how we do that…..

Shall we Pearl?

“There are places I remember
all my life, though some have changed,
some forever, not for better,
some have gone and some remain.

All these places had their moments
with lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life I’ve loved them all.”

~~ The Beatles ~~

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The Delta Saints

Image from Wikipedia via Google Images

My daughter turned me on to this band, which plays a variety of musical styles, though certainly all with a southern rock attitude. I’ve been enjoying exploring their work for a few weeks now, & have like all I’ve heard. I hope you enjoy them as well….

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Blithely Untitled

A poem came to me today, willy, nilly,
along with a sharp blow to the head.
Since it left me feeling just a bit silly,
anything that rhymes should lessen the dread.

Manifesting destiny into a small, insidious group
we push on toward sanity, concentrating hard.
Full engaging moments spent navigating the loop
shall ever make a difference to victims found in the yard.

Still corpses of creatures, straight out of nightmare
fill up the corners of our tortured minds.
While ever saddened, the iconic male, most debonair,
gazes softly, ironically, at all the mutual interest he finds.

Moronic public statutes compel outbreaks of sanity,
responding to momentary impulses toward inducing peace.
Still, the motions get completed, in fertile stages of inanity
while the bulk of our inmates can find no surcease.

Reluctant motivation to continue is unbound,
striving to ascertain how far there yet remains to go.
No precognitive guesswork will make any less of a sound
to soften the final strains, or teach us to truly know.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/7/2014

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Naked Pearls

Obscure, but quite cogent….

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“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.”

~~ Dr. Seuss ~~

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“But Memory blushes at the sneer,
And Honor turns with frown defiant,
And Freedom, leaning on her spear,
Laughs louder than the laughing giant.

~~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, “A Good Time going” ~~

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“In solitude, where we are least alone.”

~~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 90 ~~

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“All growth is a leap in the dark,
a spontaneous, unpremeditated act
without the benefit of experience.”

~~ Henry Miller ~~

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“It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.”

~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~~

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“One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.”

~~ Elbert Hubbard ~~

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“All philosophy lies in two words: sustain and abstain.”

~~ Epictetus ~~

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Well, there you have it, yet again. One of these days, I might end up exhibiting more than mere pedantry, by including some philosophical discourse; it would be good to do before my vision is entirely gone (not too far off, I’m afraid….), & I can no longer see the keyboard, or anything I’ve written…. boy wouldn’t THAT piss off spellchecker, eh? Anywho, for today, we’re done, so, y’all be well, & happy as you may be…. Blind or not, I intend to remain strange…. too late to turn back now, eh?…. Ta, then, 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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

Following twisty passages….

Ffolkes,

“If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs
that doesn’t involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head. -“

~~ Pooh in Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne ~~

Day 5 023

The bar at Shelbourne Public House, Cork, Ireland…

I missed posting again for another day, but, it (mostly) wasn’t my fault. Smart Bee, my database of quotes, was acting a bit fractious, & it took until late in the afternoon before I assembled sufficient pearls to make up the final section. As they say across the pond, c’est la vie, amis; or, as they say downtown, too bad, so sad. Or, more aptly, as I have been known to say, so be it. At this juncture, I’m just happy it’s done, even if I still have yet to write anything resembling a rant, or discussion of anything more than the immediate needs of the moment. And, right there, it’s another ‘so be it’…..

In fact, I’m going to continue in the current vein, & just get on with the posting process, before I lose either my nerve, or the prevailing wind. ‘Tis simple enough to accomplish, as you may or may not know. All I have to do is this….

Shall we Pearl?

“For a man can lose neither the past nor the future;
for how can one take from him that which is not his?
So remember these two points:
first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting
and comes round again in its cycle,
and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things
for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time;
second, that the longest lived and the shortest lived man,
when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.”

~~ Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, Meditations, ii, 14 ~~

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Celtic Symbol

This is one of my default musical choices, to which I generally retreat two or three times per week, to listen to while puttering, or working at something constructive (a rare occasion, admittedly… SIGH). It always serves to give me the best chance to think…. well, I think it does. I hope you enjoy it as well…

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Illusory Time

Viewed from askance, the river is long;
deep, uncompromisingly intent, swift and strong.
In duality, perception creates our only reality;
such faux metaphoric paradox enforces mutability.

By two we perceive, both zero, and one;
digital, binary, on or off, such fun.
Separate, melded, we exist, knowing not what we know
ego, striving to be solitary, looking above, seeing below.

Furiously asleep, cultural anomaly claims a victim of choice;
validly unconscious, nobody speaks, nary a voice.
Potential escapees stir in dreams, fighting to wake,
until taking the wheel, for their own bloody sake.

Pots boil in due time, when the fire’s hot,
time exists to our advantage; or, not.
The solitary warrior, head bent in pain,
fights on, with, or without gain.

Night fell, day after day it persisted;
of those who knew, none showed any care, or resisted
Angels, ministers, none had any defense, nor grace;
all that remains is a face.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/22/2016

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Naked Pearls

Ponderous points….

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“Any idiot can face a crisis.
It’s this day-to-day living that wears you out.”

~~ Anton Checkov ~~

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“All our decisions are made
in a state of mind
that is not going to last.”

~~ Marcel Proust ~~

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“If you think you’re free, there’s no escape possible.”

~~ Baba Ram Dass ~~

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“We shall never cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”

~~ T. S. Eliot ~~

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“In comparison with heaven and earth, man is like a mayfly.
But compared to the great Way,
heaven and earth, too, are like a bubble and a shadow.
Only the primal spirit and the true nature overcome time and space.”

~~ Lu Yen (fl. 800 A.D.) ~~

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“Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision
for the limits of the world.”

~~ Arthur Schopenhauer ~~

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“Around existence twine,
(Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!)
ropes of twisted vine.”

~~ Basho ~~

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See? That didn’t hurt at all, did it? What’s more, it may have even been beneficial, in some abstruse fashion. Rather than dwell upon what cannot be altered, or even fully defined, let us move on to the rest of this fairly fine morning, just as if we had some silly reason to do so. I shall try to post again soon; I may even write something more than the usual drivel. As it always does, time will tell, the blabbermouth…. Y’all be well, happy as you may be, and, for goodness sake, be as strange as you can be; it really is your best defense against the world’s own version of strange,…. 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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

Not dead yet….

Ffolkes,

It’s a busy season, what with all the capitalist frenzy now attached to what began wth giving to the poor; it’s hard work to try NOT to get overly involved in the nonsense. Hard enough I don’t have another Pearl ready yet, hence this sublimation/re-blog of a former Pearl. For what it is, it ain’t bad, & I hope you enjoy it. I’ll be back with fresh stuff, soon…. Until then, be well & happy as you may be….

gigoid, the dubious

😎

gigoid

Ffolkes,

“We are not human beings on a spiritual journey.
We are spiritual beings on a human journey.”

~~ Stephen Covey ~~

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Fall colors on display….

Hajime…. As today’s title proclaims, I’m not dead yet. However. death’s presence in life touches us all, if only in a peripheral sense, every day, & I have been exploring some of the implications of that rather extensively in recent days, which may be construed as the primary reason for blowing off this blog for five straight days. For over six years, posting daily has been my habit; to forgo doing so for so long would, in the past, have created in me a very strong sense of angst-filled tension, for having repressed all I’ve been in the habit of expressing in these outbursts….

I find myself blithely unconcerned with such frailties, as I find, when I do come back into cyberspace, nothing has…

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No corners to the wind….

Ffolkes,

“Calm down. It’s only ones and zeroes.”

~~ Sam Kass ~~

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Dunphy’s Tavern, view from the “Norm” seat….

I feel as if I should post, but, contrarily, don’t feel much like talking, or writing what I might have to say. To ease my self-inflicted angst, I’ll merely offer a few of the haiku I’ve written in the last month or so. Some were situaltionally (oops… spellchecker doesn’t like it when I make up words…) inappropriate, but a few were pretty decent, & will be included below. Nothing else to offer today, not even any further chatty discourse on not much. Instead…

Shall we Pearl?

All is ephemeral,–fame and the famous as well.”

~~ Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, Meditations, iv, 35 ~~

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Seven Haiku

Samsara happens
when the inner eye opens:
Serendipity.

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Butterflies alight
only upon the hand which
makes them feel welcome.

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Becoming human
is an ambiguous task:
(choose your own final line…)

Asininity

Serendipity

What a conundrum!

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Emotional storms
leave us limp and exhausted;
a lesson to learn.

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‘Tis often the case
to find ourselves in peril
of becoming real.

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Trouble comes to us
when we fail to attend to
the moment we are.

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‘Tis formidable
to note the power of words;
moving us to feel.

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~~ gigoid ~~

~~ November, December, 2018

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That’s all I’ve got today, ffolkes. I shall endeavor to do more, & perhaps better, next time. I’ll also shoot for relatively soon on that. For now, y’all enjoy the season; be well, be happy as you may be, and be just as strange as you can manage. See ya….

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….

Paradigms for sale or trade….

Ffolkes,

“I haven’t lost my mind, I know exactly where I left it.”

~~ gigoid, et al, Monday, 2018 ~~

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Day the Next…

For a long time, I began each post here at ECR with the word, “Hajime”, which is uttered to begin any Japanese martial arts contest. Today, it holds some poignant meaning, as it has been some time since I last posted, or, for that matter, wrote anything other than a haiku. In point of fact, it’s been 30 days since my last post, & that was a re-blog of an older post. A good portion of the time was spent fighting illness, (an all-too=familiar occupation these days, along with the concomitant inability to heal as quickly as when I was younger & in better condition…), but, mostly, I was just not interested in anything but my own inner promptings, none of which were particularly scholarly, or particularly productive, in any sense…. SIGH, ah well, such is life in the big city, ffolkes. I offer no excuses, or apologies….

I do, however, have the necessary parts of a complete Pearl of Virtual Wisdom to offer today, with a semi-serious vow to follow in the near future with further ramblings from the ego-driven consciousness I call my mind, dubious as it may be. For today’s post, I’ll forgo any further attempts to either explain, or justify, & just get on with posting it. At least I’ll see if there is still anyone out there still interested in such displays of…. well, whatever they may be. If nobody comes to call, well, so be it; it’s only cyberspace, & nobody will hear me if I weep. I won’t, though I may wish to. What I will do is this: post, & be damned, even if only by faint praises. In fact, why don’t I just go ahead & do that, with no further nonsense, or sense? Purpose will have to suffice today, & we’ll see what happens in the future. For now….

Shall we Pearl?

“You cannot face it steadily, but this thing’s for sure,
That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.”

~~ T.S. Eliot ~~

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Dalton Harris

Image from Twitter.com via Google Images….

Today’s musical choice is from Dalton Harris, a young Jamaican singer, who took the UK by storm this year, with the power of his voice, and his artistry. In every song he performed on the X Factor UK stages, he took an iconic song by megastar artists, & turned it into his own, singing it as if it were written just for him. His vocal range is crazy, reminding me very much of a singer from the golden age of music, by the name of Jackie Wilson. I would say, for as long as he lives, he will be a well-known artist on a world-wide scale. I hope you enjoy this video, which includes all his songs that led him to this year’s winning position in the X Factor talent competition, UK version…. Abondanza!…..

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Funny Bones

Dreaming the way home, lost, unseen,
from the dance, where
he felt so free, and clean.
Sorrow couldn’t find him there.

Waiting, filling up the hours, hoping,
some connection can be found
keeping busy as bees, coping.
Love creeps in, without a sound.

Fat days, skinny nights, passionate
visions of semi-conscious entities,
cannot seem to fully illuminate
or hide our innermost frailties.

Resolute, find the perfect sense, codify
simple rules with every breath
never waiting, anxious to modify.
fear nothing in life, not even Death.

~~ gigoid ~~

5/3/2013

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Naked Pearls

Signposts….

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“It matters not how long you live, but how well.”

~~ Publius Syrus, “Maxim 829” ~~

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“The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their right names.”

~~ Chinese Proverb ~~

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“I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think.”

~~ Socrates ~~

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“There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography,
the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man,
faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.”

~~ Thomas Carlyle ~~

~~ Sir Walter Scott, London and Westminster Review, 1838 ~~

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“A smile is the whisper of a laugh.”

~~ Anonymous ~~

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“What difference does it make how much you have?
What you do not have amounts to much more.”

~~ Seneca ~~

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“Are all your stars shining?”

~~ JD Salinger ~~

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There you have it, ffolkes, such as it is. I shall continue my current, if temporary process, & leave it at that. I have a feeling I may try this again quite soon, & like all us humans, I do like to follow my feelings, & try to make them real. Whether or not I can do so remains to be seen, in that oh-so-elusive element of time we like to call the future. Until then, be well, be happy, & enjoy the season. See ya soon, 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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….