About gigoid

Ned Moore, aka gigoid, is a 66 year-old, (!!!… When did that happen?….), retired dilettante, who would rather read than eat, most days. His first blog, "gigoid’s folly", has been emailed out to folks he knows for about 15 years now. He still considers it his best defense against angst, and the ever-present specter of sheer insanity..... Due to rigorous curmudgeon training requirements, he has discontinued his Facebook presence, but still indulges in the occasional Twitter session... In essence, he's socialized, but, not overly sociable; all labels and stereotypes are forbidden in his presence... and he doesn't care what anyone thinks about that..... In fact, he doesn't want to talk anymore.... If you feel you MUST contact gigoid, his email address is: alphagigoid@gmail.com You can go read now.... Go on, beat it.... gigoid, the dubious

Reality is a revolving door….

Ffolkes,

“Well, it just seemed wrong to cheat on an ethics test.”

~~ Calvin ~~

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Signs of Autumn in California….

Hajime…. I stayed up late last night, to finish a poem, which you will see below. In fact, all of today’s Pearl is freshly composed, so, that makes it special, at least for lately around here. I can’t say I feel much urge to create more this morning, so, I’ll forgo the usual sort of blather and foolishness you generally see in this section, in favor of a relatively efficient introductory section in the traditional style. Now, if I knew what sort of tradition had been established, we’d be in a better place. Since I don’t, you’ll have to take what you get, as will I….

Hmm… Having just spent a rather unproductive five minutes trying to find some worthy thoughts, or even singular thoughts, to fill in from this point, I am again perplexed, by my own lack of cohesion. Though all in my world is fairly settled, compared to most of the last week, the fires are not yet out, and my son is still displaced with his daughter, so, life remains a bit off its normally even course; there is little doubt much of the surrounding area’s inhabitants are in for a tough time for the next few months, as the massive destruction left behind by the fires is cleaned up & repaired. More than 5000 homes & buildings were burnt to the ground, so there is a lot of work to be done to replace and or repair the damages…. I’m only at the edge of the zone of destruction, but, have no doubt the local economies will suffer more before returning to anything like normalcy…. A hard rain’s a gonna fall, to use an appropriate metaphor…

But, I, and my family, have been fortunate; no one was hurt, and no one lost their home altogether; they all at least have a place to which they can return, once the fires are contained. But, the overall thrust of the local culture will be in recovery mode for quite a while to come, I am sure…. As soon as the fires are out, the news media will forget all about it, within a very short time, and the process of recovery the people here will undergo will include the difficulty of getting the aid needed from a government that simply doesn’t care about anything but its own status quo, and the agenda of cancerous growth, complete with destructive conflict, will continue on its path to armageddon…. Yes I know, cynical, but, hey, the evidence is pretty clear, I should say, so, if y’all feel differently, well, feel free to say so, as long as you have some actual evidence to support such short-sightedness….

I guess that’s about enough of a mini-rant for one day; I just don’t have the taste for it I once did. Instead, let’s go on, & see what I’ve managed to cobble together over the last few days. If I do say so, the poem is quite decent, the music is the same, and there’s a nicely obscure, yet relevant set of pearls in old-school format for your cogitative pleasure. What more could you ask for, except a shorter intro section? Nothing, that’s what. To make sure you get at least that much, let’s get on with it…. Hang on, we’re going in hot….

Shall we Pearl?….

“I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be “happy.”
I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible,
to be honorable, to be compassionate.
It is, above all, to matter, to count,
to stand for something,
to have made some difference that you lived at all.”

~~ Leo C. Rosten ~~

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For the past two days, I’ve been listening to the following musical compilation, streaming it on You Tube while reading, or working on the computer, or just staring into space, thinking. Even Leelu seems to prefer it to some of the other genres to which I listen at times. I know one of my gentle readers will avoid listening, but, that’s because it brings back sad memories for him…. For his benefit, this one is a bit different than much of what reminds him; it’s more lively, and more basic than the style that he associates with such music… In any case, it’s good thinking music, so, please, enjoy….

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Traditional Irish Music
Instrumental

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Toward the dream….

At odd moments, idiosyncratic visions come
drifting up out of unconsciousness; I bleed life.
If proper doors have been left ajar, some
of all I am spills essential truth, a sharpened knife.

Hearing cries of fear, laying waste by rote,
wonder dies a sordid death, desolate at the very last.
Filling such empty spaces needs focus, so remote,
blankness stretches to infinity, a weekly fast.

Attractive illusions stand beckoning from the wings,
bright temptation for those without imagination.
The phoenix opens wide its beak, and sings
hoping for sweet harmony, with dignified anticipation.

Steadily, brightly, the music summons the dream
passion pales, held at bay in serenity’s gentle hand.
Intricate patterns, unsullied, visible by a soft gleam;
The poem, in song, dances lightly, brightly on the shifting sand.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/15/2017

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Naked Pearls

Notes on Life at Large….

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“Things are not always what they seem.”

~~ Phaedrus (c. 8 A.D.), Book iv, Fable 2, 5 ~~

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“Remember there’s an “if” in the middle of life.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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“Your vision will become clear
only when you look into your heart.
Who looks outside, dreams.
Who looks inside, awakens.”

~~ Carl Jung ~~

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“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

~~ Oscar Wilde, “Lady Windermere’s Fan” ~~

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“Unknowingly, we plow the dust of stars,
blown about us by the wind,
and drink the universe in a glass of rain.”

~~ Ihab Hassan ~~

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“The simple act of paying attention can take you a long way.”

~~ Keanu Reeves ~~

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“It is by acts and not by ideas that people live.”

~~ Anatole France ~~

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“Sometimes it takes great effort
to discover that life was meant to be effortless.”

~~ Anonymous ~~

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“How often have I said to you
that when you have eliminated the impossible,
whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?”

~~ Sherlock Holmes (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle), ” The Sign of Four” ~~

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Well, there you have it, ffolkes. It’s late getting posted, but, it’s all as fresh as I can make it. I can’t say how soon I’ll have another one, but, I’ll try not to take too long…. The real world, complex and hard though it may be to live in, has been calling me to go walkabout more often than I feel the urge to write; the poem I finished has been the only compelling urge I’ve felt, & it’s done, so, I may find myself out in the BBR a lot, soaking up more experience to pour into the hopper of my mind, where it can, and will, take its own sweet time to find a way out, back into the light. When it happens, I’ll be back; I’d estimate two to three days. Until then, be well, be happy as you may, and stay alert. The fires may go out, but, the lightning can still strike, when and wherever it pleases…. 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….


		
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We’ll gate crash the Vatican….

Ffolkes,

Progress is being made on all the fires here, but, none of those threatening my family are fully contained as yet, so, two of us are still displaced; my son & his daughter haven’t been able to get to their home since last Monday when the first fires began to rage…. So, I’m still too distracted to finish the Pearl I’ve begun….

To sublimate, here is one from 2013, a bit quirky, but, with some solid reasoning, some decent ranting, and a modicum of witty repartee… It will do for today, & I’ll make a strong effort to get what I’ve done to the final stages…. hopefully, by tomorrow morning. In the meantime, y’all be well, & happy as you may…. I gotta check in with my still-displaced brother & son…. See ya soon….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
Once again, the WordPress community stepped up, and came through to help when someone asked…. My mild whining yesterday morning, regarding site statistics, prompted my regular readers to respond with a veritable avalanche of support and intelligent, compassionate advice. Virtually all of the regulars, minus a couple, commented on yesterday’s post, and all of them were positive, and encouraging. This is, I think, the third or fourth time I’ve had this happen, when I’ve asked a question in the intro,  or commented on a difficulty I was experiencing with my blog, or my life…. each time, the ffolkes who read here often, took the time to comment, with answers and emotional support… it’s actually a very humbling experience.

So, I want to take a moment here to say a big, huge thank you to the ffolkes who wrote in yesterday…. Coming to blog at WordPress has been not only…

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Truncated modules sustain less karmic damage….

Ffolkes,

In my part of the world, too much is going on for me to spend any time writing… My son’s home was in the path of one of the first large fires to threaten Sonoma Valley, & was forced to evacuate on Monday. He spent a couple days, with his daughter, at a motel, then fought his way to the Clear Lake area to take refuge with my ex-wife & her husband at their place. Now, this morning, they are being evacuated from there, & he, along with his mom’s family, are having to evacuate their place in the countryside, & seek shelter else where, again…. It’s got me quite distracted, trying to keep up with where all my family have had to escape to… one brother is now in SF, having fled Santa Rosa; my daughter remains at home in south Sonoma, safe from having to move so far. Another brother is still home, but, may have to move today from Rohnert Park…. So far, where I live has been out of the fire zone, but, NONE of the fires are yet under control, so that may change…. This isn’t even speaking of the air here in the Bay Area; the smoke is so thick, you can see it in the air between one house & the next, with a sun like burnt orange filtered by smoke in the air. I have a low grade headache from breathing it, & may start wearing a water soaked bandanna as a mask, just to reduce the intake of poisons….

In short, life is full of drama and stress, even for those not having to escape actual fire… & not knowing if my son & granddaughter are safe yet doesn’t help….

Any who, I’ve been up a while, & found a Pearl to re-blog. It’s from early in 2012, & is worth a read, if only for the story included, about a cracked pot…. beautiful, & worth reposting more often. It also got quite a few good comments, so, it must have been pretty decent… I think so, anyway, & that will do for now…. Y’all take care, & hopefully, things will have calmed down enough soon to post something fresh… Until then, keep a weather eye out, & be alert… the world is starting to fight back, it seems….

gigoid. the dubious

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Ffolkes,
Unseen, unheard, melodies of haunting beauty didn’t play, yet echoed hollowly down the empty hall, uneasy and cruel, just as if invited to sup with the family. Smitten with the pungent sight of naked ambition, all those with a wilted rose, sly ambition banked to a glow, smiled with careful cheer, swamping the object of their devotion with a sea of broken lies. No one speaks, no one cares, no one asks, yet, the music continues, playing silently, unseen, while the night slips further along toward the day……

Spending the mornings in my head can be a strange experience, especially when I wake up with stuff such as the above passage floating in front of my inner eye, insisting on being transcribed onto the page before I’ve even had a sip of life-giving coffee. I wouldn’t mind as much if they would at least wait until AFTER I’ve gotten…

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The stupidity factor was obviously miscalculated….

Ffolkes,

Much of the world, or, this little corner of it, is on fire. Normally, it’s not much of a worry, but, I have four family members (2 brothers, my son, & daughter) living right in the path of the wildfires running out of control here in Northern California. My son and one brother have had to evacuate, & the others may yet also have to go… so, to say the least, I’m a bit distracted by events in the BBR, & there won’t be a fresh Pearl for another day, at least. Here’s a pretty decent one I found in the few moments I took to search, first posted in 2013…. I hope you enjoy it, & if not, well, oh, well…. I’ll be back when things are a little more stable…. Take care, & stay alert….

gigoid

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Ffolkes,
For most of my life, my favorite activity, above all things, has been to watch people, and try to understand them. I’ve never really known why it pleases me so to just sit, watching people walk by, pondering the ins and outs of the lives and motivations of the people I see pass before me, but, I know that I can no more stop wondering than I could stop thinking, or breathing…. It’s just too fascinating a pastime to resist, for me….

Though I am well experienced at that pastime, I can’t say that I have reached any particularly earth-shattering conclusions about human nature, though I think I’ve seen enough to not be too shocked by anything it can show me in that arena….. I learned long ago never to underestimate the power of human stupidity….

I also learned to never undervalue the potential for human courage, and to…

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Fast Pan Soft Toe Shoe Affairs….

Ffolkes,

I am still busy monitoring the fires here in Northern California, which still threaten the homes of my two brothers, and my two kids. They’re all safe, though packed & ready to evacuate (again) if necessary…. This means, of course, no fresh Pearl yet. I managed to find time to search out this Pearl to re-blog today, and it’s a doozy, for sure…. Long, with some rather fine ranting, & a bunch of great pearls, it seems to have stimulated the most comments, ever; the comment section is twice the length of the actual Pearl… I hope you enjoy it, & I’ll keep working on a fresh one, which I’ll post as soon as the fires are under control… Until then, stay strange, and, more importantly, remain as mindful as you can….

See ya soon…

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
Legal requirements are such that I must inform you that today’s Pearl may exceed the normal limits on acceptable behavior for blogs whose content consists primarily of personal observations and opinions. I got eight hours sleep last night, if the clock isn’t lying to me, and I don’t know just what effect that will have on what goes in here. So, I figure I’d best give y’all a head’s up….

HEY! LOOK OUT!  Reading this may be hazardous. Not to you health, per se, but to your state of mind, which, it is acknowledged, MAY affect one’s health. But, there is really no worries, mates….. if you take a few basic precautions, you’ll be just fine.

First, try to suspend your beliefs for a bit…. I know, it’s hard, and they complain so much. But, if they aren’t lending their usual degree of panicky, tearful insecurity nonsense to the…

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First the socks, THEN the shoes….`

Ffolkes,

Though I managed to post two fresh Pearls in a row, today’s intended Pearl got subsumed by Reality, which provided me with distractions galore, in the form of actual danger threatening my family. I’m sure the media has informed the world how Northern California’s wine country, where most of my family and I live, is on fire. My son and daughter had to evacuate their homes for a day, & though now back, may have to leave again, as the fires are again threatening to eat much of the communities around Sonoma Mountain. I haven’t checked yet this morning, but, since my two brothers also had to evacuate for a time, I spent much of the day monitoring the news on the fires, & trying to make sure they were all safe. I did manage to search long enough to find this rather iconic Pearl from a about 3 years ago, with some fine ranting, and a good pack of fine pearls. I hope you enjoy it; I’m off to find out how it all went last night for the family, all of whom are closer to danger than am I. If I can find the time, I’ll have a Pearl for tomorrow; if not, you’ll see another re-blog, with an update on Reality…. Until then, be safe, be well, & happy as you may…..

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“A man’s manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe ~~

farewell to Spock from the ISS
Terry Virts, US Astronaut, in tribute to Spock, from the International Space Station

NASA picture, above Leonard Nimoy’s home, Boston, Massachusetts


Yes, thank you, I do know I’m late. Yes, there are things I can do to mitigate that. The question remains, should I? The next question, naturally, brings with it more responsibility, and, more inner conflict, arising out of the state of concrete, the substance my brain resembles the most at this moment in time, to wit: does this mean there won’t be any toast points?

Now, many of you, seeing such a demanding philosophical euphemism, will think I’ve slipped right round the bend for good. In that, you may be correct, but, it doesn’t preclude the need to find some sort of order, if we are ever to make…

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Like bubbles in glass….

Ffolkes,

“After dark all cats are leopards.”

~~ Native American Proverb (Zuni) ~~

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Morning Glory….

Hajime…. While I’m uncertain what to call it, today’s freshly produced Pearl has been completed, not because of any great effort on my part, but, rather, in spite of it. I know, that doesn’t sound logical, or even coherently rational; it remains, however, the truth. It’s been a funny day or two, in the “ha-ha”, ironic sense, not the actual amusing sense; not everything I’ve done, or seen, or heard, or experienced vicariously makes much sense. But, I suppose one can always fall back on the realization, that’s pretty much how life goes. So, instead of dwelling upon matters which would have no real effect on what happens next, we’ll go on to whatever happens next.

Uh, oh…. I just realized, I am the one who must decide where to go, & what happens next. Oh, boy…. that could be a problem. No, wait, that’s not accurate; that WILL be a problem, due to a completely unambiguous state of confusion which I find to be my most prominent feature of intellect so far this morning. In short, I haven’t a clue as to what, or where to go with any of this. Of course, that’s probably nothing new, from your perspective; it’s only my own sense of angst which makes it problematic. Oh, wait…. Okay, we’re good to go; I realized, this entire paragraph, thus far, much like all of what you’ve seen, is so far off the rails, nothing at all will have any real effect on the outcome. Good, I can go on to the next paragraph with a clear conscience….

Well, relatively clear, anyway. Since I’ve already lost any thread which might tie all of this together, (not that we ever had one in our grasp today….), I’ll use what little executive privilege I have to move us all onto the next section, where we may find a bit more competence. We’ll find good music, if nothing else, so, it’s probably the correct way to go. Given the previously demonstrated lack of coherence, I’ll even do so with dispatch, to avoid any further feelings of guilt over what I’ve done here, of which I can easily, and honestly say, probably isn’t the best intro you’ve ever seen. It does have one distinct advantage, which is, it’s now done….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Life is a tragedy to those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.”

~~ Jean de la Bruyere ~~

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I got a late start, so, we’re going with one of our default music choices, to wit: the Playing For Change music mix available on You Tube. I am a regular contributor, a P4C Ambassador, & urge anyone to join & contribute what you can; it’s a great way to work for peace without having to leave your comfortable chair…. and, gives you access to some of the finest live music in the world…. In any case, enjoy!….

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Playing For Change
Take Me Home, Country Roads

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Manifesto, sotto voce

In retrospect, I have to say,
it’s all been rather a muddle.
Life is tough, so ‘they’ all say,
plenty of misery, without much cuddle.

Me, I’ve found life a bit different
than ‘they’ seem to have done.
It’s all been rather excellent;
I’ve had loads  & loads of fun.

Sure, there’s been some bad shit.
Who can’t say that?
All of that pales, all of it,
beside the love of a dog, a child, or a cat.

I’ve striven, perhaps more than my share,
against all the evil in life.
The pain that remains often seems unfair,
until I have to ask, why did I chose such strife?

The answer is found, always in the same place,
right where it has ever resided.
All we need is to embrace
the joy just living has provided.

Simple is good.
Balance is good.

Life is both.

~~ gigoid ~~

12/19/2015

edited 10/9/2017

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From 12/20/2015….

Naked Pearls

Life to Death

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“Nowhere is now here.”

~~ Nakagawa Soen Roshi ~~

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“It is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued.”

~~ Miguel de Cervantes, “Don Quixote”, Part i, Book iv, Chap xi ~~

(Comment, sotto voce: Is this not an excellent definition of Life? — gigoid)

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“Between the great things we cannot do
and the small things we will not do,
the danger is that we shall do nothing.”

~~ Adolph Monod ~~

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“When an idea is wanting a word can always be found to take its place.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~

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“When Alexander asked Diogenes whether he wanted anything,
“Yes,” said he, “I would have you stand from between me and the sun.”

~~Plutarch, “Life of Alexander” ~~

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“At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life;
this one experiences over and over
in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone.
That isn’t as bad as it may first appear;
and again it is  the best thing in life
that each should have everything in himself;
his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.”

~~Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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“The world is no nursery.”

~~ Sigmund Freud ~~

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“Be obscure clearly.”

~~ E.B. White ~~

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“When you have only two pennies left in the world,
buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.”

~~ Chinese Proverb ~~

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“When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting
When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished.
I’ll put the chairs on the tables,
turn out the lights,
and lock the universe behind me when I leave.”

~~ Death ~~

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“Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by death.”

~~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning ~~

~~ A Vision of Poets, Conclusion ~~

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Living with a half-Siamese cat can be challenging. Had she not decided to ask for hammock time, this would have been posted in a timely manner; had she not gone psycho-kitty while in my lap, I wouldn’t be bleeding. I have to go stop the flow before it gets on my clothing, or the carpet, so, this is done. I’ll see y’all, just as soon as I can stop the bleeding, and find the wherewithal to finish another fresh Pearl. Until then, stay strange, & be nice to each other…. It’s really your best chance….. 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….


					

Overt displays of curmudgeonry….

Ffolkes,

“Let life happen to you.
Believe me: life is in the right, always.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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Just another path to adventure….

Hajime…. As promised, I do have a relatively fresh Pearl ready to go; it’s not quite as fresh as I’d like, but, I did get interrupted right when I had hoped a new poem was about to leak out. At 0430 this morning, the phone rang, never a good thing to hear in the middle of the night. After finding the phone, which had fallen under the bed, I spoke with my son, who, along with his family, had been awakened at 0330 by the authorities in Sonoma county, to evacuate their house due to the danger of nearby wildfires that sprang up last night in several places in Napa and Sonoma counties…. They were not even able to come to my home, as the roads between were closed…..

So, now I’m up, worried somewhat, though I know my son is well able to handle such events & take care of his people; it’s still worrisome to think of them in distress, even if not in danger. So, I’m distracting myself by posting today’s Pearl; what I’ll do after that’s done remains to be seen, but, will probably involve some further worry, though I know it isn’t necessarily a constructive response. Even wise old farts can’t always keep from needless worry when family is involved. I know they’ll be okay; it’s just worrisome….

To keep from becoming either maudlin, or manic, I’ll go ahead & finish this off, get it posted, & then try to figure out how to keep from thinking about it, long enough for them to get settled somewhere for a time, until they can return to normalcy, or as nearly as is possible…. In fact, I’ll do that now, as it gives me something to think about that isn’t too complicated, or close to home…. I’ll see y’all at the closing section; for now, it’d be best if you hang on to the nearest stanchion, or, resume your seats, as our pilot showed up a little tipsy….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves.
Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you’ve got an audience.”

~~ Diogenes ~~

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Today’s music is a compilation of a number of epic Celtic music compositions. I’ve included it today for two reasons; first, I’m too distracted to make a search for anything else, & second, I need the soothing elements to provide some relief from the stress of having family in distress, from being evacuated from their homes due to fires raging nearby…. Hopefully, it will relax us all…. Enjoy…..

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I am up early, not because the poem I’m percolating was ready to come out, but, because I received a phone call at 0430 or so, when my son called to tell me they were being evacuated from their home due to the massive fires threatening Sonoma Valley, where he lives with his family. To sublimate, here is an older poem, with nothing to do with fires, or danger from natural events…. Since I haven’t even picked one yet, you’ll be getting Hobson’s choice….

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Ah Ain’t Sho, but Mebbe So….

Fried eggs got nuthin’ on me
Ah’m not even sure of mah name,
or how Ah come to be;
no idea from where Ah came.

Ah does like a mystery tho’,
puzzlin’ things out so’s Ah knows,
good from bad fo sho,
Ah sho don’t want no rock pillows.

If’n Ah cain’t figure out what’s best,
Ah just falls back on mah Daddy’s words,
seems he knowed just whut’d stand the test,
‘n how to gentle the scaredest birds.

‘Course, he’d lived a good long time,
‘n had lots of stuff go on by;
Went to a war, n’ lost a piece or two,
never once used it fer an alibi.

He tol’ me once Ah’d best learn to learn,
school’s only cool if ya ain’t already a fool.
Yer own good measure you can earn,
by startin’ yer learnin’ with the Golden Rule.

Always seemed to me as Ah growed up,
he mostly only spoke if it wuz true,
‘n by doin’ that clued me to what’s up,
kept me from stuff that’d a made me blue.

Without ever sayin’ the word itself,
Ah learned ’bout honor, ‘n helpin’ others
not some fake stuff from some shelf,
but, knowin’ whut’s right, ‘n that we’re all brothers.

Ah’ve been around long enough now, Ah think
to get around the block at least two times.
I s’pose long as my head don’t shrink
Ah’ll keep on doin’ right, ‘n makin’ these rhymes…..

~~ gigoid ~~

4/6/2013

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Naked Pearls

Listen….

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“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody- Too?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise-you know!
How dreary-to be- Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell one’s name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

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“It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare;
it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.”

~~ Lucius Anneaus Seneca ~~

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“The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world
is to be in reality what we would appear to be;
all human virtues increase and strengthen themselves
by the practice and experience of them.”

~~ Socrates ~~

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“Men become civilized,
not in proportion to their willingness to believe,
but in their readiness to doubt.”

~~ H. L. Mencken ~~

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“A person never so beautifully shows his own strength,
as when he respects another’s weakness.”

~~Douglas Jerrold ~~ ~~

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“Make no judgements where you have no compassion.”

~~ Anne Mc Caffrey ~~

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“Death is the doorway into a locked room with an open window.
Jump out the window, and take your own chances.”

~~ Tim Robinson ~~

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“This mind intentionally left blank.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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I made it this far, without spilling anything on me, or anyone else…. at least, as far as I can tell. To keep from doing so inadvertently, I’ll close this quickly, without the usual folderol. That, in case you were wondering, looks exactly like this…. See y’all soon….

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….


					

Destiny won’t manifest on demand…..

Ffolkes,

As might be surmised by seeing another re-blogged Pearl today, I didn’t get a fresh version finished, though I did manage a fairly decent start. As expected, attending the waterfront festival yesterday, on a glorious autumn day by the bay, made a serious dent in the time I would have spent on it…. It was grand craic, as my Irish friends would say, & kept me busy enough to forget all about writing. It also tired me out, as happens these days, so, even this sublimated event is occurring later than my usual post. So be it. I WILL be back tomorrow with a completely new Pearl, so, go ahead & mark your calendars. I will try to catch up a bit today, since it’s Sunday, & see if I can’t get back on some sort of regular posting schedule. Who knows? I’ve seen less ambitious ideas work out well; why not this one? In the meantime, y’all be well, & happy as you may, and, don’t worry overmuch about all the bad shit happening in the world; it can only hurt you if you let it…. Trust me, all that stuff isn’t as critically important as it may seem, and even less important than those who try to make you think it is….

Weird, brave, and ironic…. keep those close at hand, and, all will be well….

See ya, quite soon, on a cosmic scale….

gigoid, the dubious

😎

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Ffolkes,

As further proof of the universal nature of bozoid tendencies, I offer up my own sweet self, for spouting off in a most bozo-like fashion a couple of weeks or so ago, talking completely through my ass, to make statements that, while not exactly stupid, were based on a false assumption, thereby guaranteeing they were wrong from the start…. As a result, naturally, my nose began to grow round and bulbous, and take on a deeper red shade…. Most embarrassing, or, would be, if it didn’t happen all the damn time…. I must be getting accustomed to all the funny looks and pitying expressions….

SIGH… It was really dumb, too, but, to save face, I am choosing to believe to be the result of an eye hitch…. I said that in a few days I’d be posting my 1000th blog here on Exploring Consensual Reality, having reached 997 on…

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No job for a gentleman….

Ffolkes,

Well, here I am again, sans a fresh Pearl for today, thanks to playing outside too long. I did find this one, from late in 2014, almost three years ago, as I was, unwittingly, on the stair steps to Hell, suffering the first and foremost symptom, to wit, sleeplessness on a regular basis. Creating these Pearls, for the most part, kept me distracted much of the day & night, allowing me to not notice how miserable I felt physically. Apparently, such distraction works just fine for the creative process, as it’s all pretty decent blather. I hope you enjoy it as sublimation for today’s non-starter. I’ll be back in a day, or two; there’s a festival at the waterfront today, & I may not have much for tomorrow…. but, we’ll see how it goes. Meantime, y’all stay strange, & alert…. which, when you think about it, merely means, be mindful….

See ya

gigoid, the dubious

😎

gigoid

Ffolkes,

“I count religion but a childish toy … there is no sin but ignorance.”

~~ Machiavel, from The Jew of Malta ~~

~~ Christopher Marlowe ~~

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    Mei stumbled under the load she carried, as she climbed the path to her parent’s cottage, set upon a small hill just outside the town where they lived…. The town sat on the road leading to the great city of Peking, where the Emperor held court with the great nobles and beautiful ladies Mei saw each day, passing by on the Great Road leading into the city from the south. Mei liked to watch them pass by, seated in their swaying palanquins, distant and aloof, as they stared indolently out at the gaping crowds along the roads, wishing she could see the court, where the bright clothes and sparking jewels of the courtesans were said to outshine the sun…. She just knew…

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