Aiming at center mass…..

Ffolkes,

I could be dishonest, or, as some would say, I could prevaricate to explain today’s re-blog rather than posting a fresh Pearl. But, that is indulgent, and goes against the grain of my soul, as fashioned by the late Sarge. So, I’ll admit to being too damn over hung to even start a Pearl today… at least, not until later, after the worst portion of Jack’s revenge has passed… So be it. I did find a rather fine example of a semi-rantish Pearl, which I hope you enjoy as sublimation of my virtual presence…. Or, as a great many of today’s youth might say, ‘whatever’….

I’ll see y’all tomorrow, if I can get caught up to myself; if not, well, I suppose Time, that blabbermouth, will tell….

Be well, be happy as you may, & stay alert… you know, all the usual stuff….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“To love someone deeply gives you strength.

Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.”

~~ Lao Tzu ~~

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    If one accepts the premise set fort above by Lao Tzu, then I am immensely strong, but, have yet to be able to define courage in myself…. a thought that occurred to me as I read it this morning…. Oh, that isn’t to say I am not loved; I do have children, both of whom still talk to me, so, I’m good to go there…. Also, I have friends, who have been so named for over 50 years; I know well the love that abides between us…. But, of the love he speaks about here, I am apparently unfamiliar…. and, to be honest, that hurts…. a lot.

Enough that it sent me into a deep hole of depression, for a time, until I managed to put a bit of…

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Numerous system monitors attended in mufti….

Ffolkes,

Since I had another day of ‘blowing off’ the internet and all its shiny distraction, there’s no fresh Pearl for today. I had originally intended to completely blow off today, by not posting at all, but, when I got up to sign in, WP notified me it is my sixth anniversary here on gigoid.me. Not too shabby, eh? Six years of cathartic ranting & writhing seems to have been good for me, in certain ways too complicated to go into for now. To honor the anniversary, I decided to repost an older Pearl, & managed to find this one rather quickly…. At the time this was posted, I had just begun my descent into the hell of opioid withdrawal; I didn’t know it at the time, but, the remainder of 2014, and ALL of 2015 was spent sinking ever deeper in that quagmire; about halfway into 2016 I finally re-emerged into the light of day, & have been steadily searching for my bliss ever since….

All that aside, today is another grand day of babysitting for my son; my granddaughter and I will spend the day wandering about, looking for adventure, so, creating Pearls is on hold until tonight, at least… I hope you enjoy today’s blast from the past, which contains a rather good poem by Emily (what else is new?), and some decent, if ancient ranting. I’ll work at getting a Pearl done for tomorrow, but, other tasks are also calling for attention, so, bear with me, please…. I’ll be back, as Arnie said to such good effect, & I hope y’all will join me when I am… Until then, be well, be happy, and, well, be blessed…

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“A wise player ought to accept his throws and score them, not bewail his luck.”

~~ Sophocles (496-406 BC) ~~ Phaedra, Frag. 862 ~~

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    For the last 10 days or so, we’ve had some weather here in NorCal, mostly of the rainy variety. While the resultant water levels in our reservoirs, miniscule though they may be, are welcome, it’s been something of an ordeal for me, as I have reached a stage in my life where all those old wives tales, and cultural truisms about aging are coming home to roost, right here in my own skeleton. We hear all our lives how old ffolkes can predict the weather, due to feeling pain in the joints prior to any changes…. I’ve always assumed it was a myth, but, since my own joints have started to complain whenever the weather gets wet, I can see how it may eventually…

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Novitiates aren’t expected to tango so well….

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Tomorrow, I get to spend another day with my granddaughter. While I’m happy about that, I’m also still recovering from the last time we got together, to more of a degree than might otherwise be expected. I spent yesterday, and plan to spend today, lost in my own head while I allow my body to rest. While creating fresh Pearls remains a therapeutic practice, I find the rest to be as necessary…. All this goes to support today’s decision to re-blog rather than create, so, we’ll all have to deal with it as best we can…. I AM working on a new poem, & hope to have it ready for the next post, hopefully tomorrow, but, more likely on Monday. In the meantime, please enjoy this treatise from 2013, which meanders around the head I wore at the time rather extensively…. I’ll be back with some fresh thoughts as soon as I can pull it together… See ya, ffolkes.

Blessed Be

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Ffolkes,

The glory of autumn’s yearly advent, with it’s increasingly cold temperatures, and ever-growing daily cloud cover, greeted me as I awoke this morning…. Strangely enough, I was NOT outside, camping in a tent, nor was I sleep-walking, so this meant somebody, who shall remain nameless, left the windows wide open! Grabbing the nearest t-shirt, I jumped up (as much as I can at this stage in life…), and came out to get started on today’s Pearl. The entire space-time continuum breathed a heavy sigh of relief as I entered the kitchen, to find my coffee already brewed and waiting for me….. the same heavy sigh that escaped my lips upon taking in that first, life-giving sip…..

Today, and the next few days, promises to be an epic story, as I head off for the wilds of Texas once again, braving the land of the Shrub to honor my…

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Fat chances at skinny odds….

Ffolkes,

It seems exhaustion runs more deeply in the elderly than those in the bloom of youth; I collapsed again yesterday, & was able only to visit a couple blogs I’ve neglected, but, wasn’t able to complete a fresh Pearl for today. To give myself another day, here is a pretty decent old Pearl that didn’t get much traffic, but, had a lot to say, all worth saying. I hope you enjoy this meandering journey through the depths of my mind; if naught else, it offers some rather elegant reasoning to dispute, if such is your wont. Or, You can just enjoy the time off…. In any case, I’ll get the Pearl I’ve begun into proper shape to post by tomorrow, with a bit of perseverance & a lot of luck. Until then, be well, & happy as you may; it could be your last chance…. No prediction, just something to consider…. See ya….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

Since the White Rabbit’s progenitor seems to have dictated how this morning’s events should transpire, I’m going to do what I do best when a crisis hits…. take a break…. In case it isn’t clear, that’s a joke, ffolkes…. My first reaction at the initial signs of trouble is NOT to cut and run, unfortunately. My life would have been a LOT different if that were the case, and that is for sure and for certain….. The more than 750 times I got into a major altercation with some insane, violent mental patient might never have had the effect on me that it did, had I not been the kind of person who did NOT run away when confronted with danger…..

Today, however, I’m going with the flow, such as it is, and taking a break, first off…. not to relieve tension, or difficulty, but to gather resources, to…

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Unwelcome signs of renewed affability….

Ffolkes,

I tried, coach, but, they were too big for me…. which is to say, oops. The fresh Pearl slotted for today didn’t happen, thanks to my own lack of alertness, with some minor help from our old pal, the Murph. Details would be both superfluous and indulgent, so we’ll skip that to go on. Here is a massive Pearl from 2015, grown past all reason by my descent to hell during the period it first appeared. Since it came out well, and hasn’t been re-used as yet, I’ll do so today…. I’m recovering from my fatigue (from 3 days kid duty in the last 5), & should be able to post a fresh Pearl tomorrow morn, with a bit of luck & perseverance. Until then, please enjoy today’s offering, & remain in a state of bliss, as well as you may….

See ya soon, ffolkes…..

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Ffolkes,

“Do you believe in reason?”

~~ Smart Bee ~~

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Image by NASA’s New Horizons Spacecraft, on flyby of Pluto 7/14/2015


Good morning…. Gird your grids for a big one, ffolkes…. This one got away from me…

Yesterday, in the afternoon, I had a period of what I call F.T.D. time, (fuck the doctor) in which my attention required distraction from physical issues… In short, I went pearling, to keep from giving in to screaming bones and twitching muscles, (courtesy of 2 ignorant Kaiser employees who mistakenly call themselves doctors…), which generally makes me want to hurt things…. Any who, I found an old intro that was, to be frank, amazingly strange and wonderful, for some reason… It’s long, and it wanders around unmercifully…. but, it got where it meant to go, and did it with some aplomb… I like it so much, I’m going to subject you to…

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Savage knickers at the seashore….

Ffolkes,

I’ve been assigned to babysitting duty today, which is the primary reason for a re-blog. Some residual fatigue from my last duty prevented me from getting a fresh Pearl done for today, & that’s the rest of the reason for this sublimation… Whatever my rationale, here ’tis, in all its relatively ancient glory… It’s not bad really, as it sports a poem written that day…. I hope you enjoy it; I’ll have a fresh one ready for tomorrow. Y’all have a great day; me, I’m good to go for this duty, so, let’s all get to our various tasks forthwith…. Blessed Be, my friends….

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Ffolkes,
Last night, a Friday, in my younger days, I would have stayed up late, playing some guitar & having a deep philosophical discussion at intervals between songs with both Tom, my playing partner, and either John or James, (Daniels & Beam, respectively…), whichever we were entertaining that night as monitor for the session. A few other like-minded individuals may have been in attendance, and the air would have been rife with speculative, joyfully creative flights of imagination, music, and Life. Such nights fueled much of the rest of the week back then, providing impetus for making it to the next week’s jam….

Ah, but, those days are gone now…. not forgotten, obviously, but gone, only accessible by memory. Such memories, however, are the soul food for the present; they provide me with ample reason to last another day. Lasting another day, at this point, has assumed a more immediate…

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Will cut hair for food…..

Ffolkes,

As expected, I’m exhausted from babysitting, & will be resting for a couple days. I’ll work on a fresh Pearl in my moments of capability, & try to have one for tomorrow, if possible. In the meantime, here is one from April of 2013, that isn’t too shabby, & will soothe my OCD about posting. Please enjoy it, and your day. Me, I’m goin’ back to bed for awhile….. See ya….

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Ffolkes,
Oh. My. Gosh……  Hmm…. somehow, that fails to quite reach the degree of passionate expression for which I was hoping. I guess it really isn’t a curse unless one uses blasphemy; using a replacement word for God just doesn’t carry the same power, or panache, as OMG does when God is used…. I guess that is why ‘God damn it’ is so much more of a release than just ‘Damn it’…. either of which is bound to come out, given the correct stimulus, such as a rapidly moving hammer to the thumbnail. Any old way you look at it, I needed to curse, as the sight of an entirely blank screen scared the crap out of me….. again.

Oh, I’ve got plenty in my head to write about; the issue is still the intro section, where I continually struggle with a good way to start these missives. I need…

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Peaches and cream for lunch…..

Ffolkes,

Just a quick note before I go get Zoe for the day…. Here’s one from the second year here on WP. I hope you enjoy it, as a sublimation for a fresh Pearl…. I’ll be back, soon enough. Y’all be well, & happy as you may….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
Twilight razors, filled with ample screams of delighted salmon fillets, turned backward flips in the parlor, while the Doge Imperius strolled through the garden. Abby didn’t want hers, so I put her squiggly first course of lamprey eel down the bodice of the queen. But, that was only the first time. Afterwards, we all went into the big blue room to play charades. It was a good party…..

Sorry ’bout that. Before I sat down to begin, I was reading the Bathroom Reader, about the Bullwer-Lytton Writing Contest. That’s the one held each year to pick the best (worst) opening paragraph of the world’s worst novel, as patterned after the opening of the book “Paul Clifford” by Edward Bullwer-Lytton, which began, “It was a dark and stormy night…..”.  What I wrote above is certainly bad enough, but I think it’s actually TOO bad, even for that contest. Too much…

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Repeat performances….

Ffolkes,

Today’s Pearl is a stealth re-blog; it’s from December of 2012, & I didn’t feel like finding it online, so, I went to my draft archives & pulled it out. Here then, for your viewing pleasure (we hope) is the entire Pearl posted on 12/15/2012, with a few minor alterations to make it look better in today’s format. I hope you enjoy it….

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From 12/15/2012:
Ffolkes,
I’m not sure I can do this….. not this way. I’m sitting on a complete Pearl, you see. The one that was completed for posting on the 13th has not made it to the Net, as I haven’t figured out yet whether it will work to edit the old post, or just add a new one with that material….. The title I came up with on the 13th was certainly one of the best I’ve done “Despite the disaster, yak butter was still on the menu….”  Brilliant, if I do say so myself, as it tells a whole story all by itself, without any supportive material, and I don’t know about y’all, but I get a mental vision of some poor sap in a dingy kitchen, struggling to chop vegetables, as he worries about the price of yak butter…. perhaps not quite Hemingway, but perhaps, Raymond Chandler?…. Okay, Steven King, and he’s my last offer….
Any who…. I’ve got all this material already finished, ready  to post, and can’t seem to settle enough to sit down to write a Pearl. I’ve got pieces in progress (who doesn’t?) but it all seems pointless, when I don’t have to do anything at all, and will still have stuff to put up. I had not realized just how tied into the routine I’ve become, I guess; I’m still human, it seems, and can fall prey to mundane habit-forming drills like anyone else, until it becomes the dreaded “routine”, harder to break than a five minute egg. (Five minute eggs won’t break; they just smoosh….) These can be fatal, if not treated at an early stage….
And the verbs! What will I do with the verbs? All my conjugation, so precisely aligned to the proper time frames and concomitant pronouns, all useless! How will I ever know what day it is, if I’m always a day ahead?

 

Since retiring, keeping track of what day it is has become hard enough; I don’t need any help in forgetting. But, it should be okay, in the end…. I’ve finally figured out the bus schedule, and it can tell me what day it is, just by what time the buses go by the house. Of course, that is assuming they are running anywhere close to on time, an event of scarcity during the major portion of the week…..
Enough blather…. I could produce such for hours, probably, if I ever gave myself the chance. But, since nobody is paying me for this, it doesn’t seem very productive, so I’ll take this opportunity to get on with today’s effort at composition, and dive on in. I must say, the water looks inviting today, all blue and refreshing…..
Shall we Pearl?…..
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“This is the true joy in life – being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you consistent.” — George Bernard Shaw
When I first began creating Pearls of Virtual Wisdom, there was only one quote each day, with short comments by me, only to introduce, and perhaps provide a bit of background to, the pieces I chose, generally on the subject of Liberty, Freedom, Honor, Truth, etc. In those days, this pearl would have definitely made the grade, and, given that I don’t remember all the quotes I’ve used, it may have been used back then. It still makes the grade, so much so that I’m leaving it to stand alone, aside from the closing quote from Mr. Twain, which echoes the sentiment expressed by Mr. Shaw perfectly….
“Let us endeavour to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.” — Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens), from Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar (1894)]
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“Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.” — James Thomson (1700-1748) — The Seasons, Winter, Line 393
The only possible comment is the same word that made up the first thought in my head when I read this… WOW…. Such an incredibly powerful line, so gripping and real, it makes me as jealous as I allow myself to feel. To write such a phrase would be enough for me; I could die happy. I’ll do so anyway, (die happy, that is….), just to spite Murphy, but, if I can write one line half as strong as this, I’ll be content, for sure…. Here is something that came to me last night…. at least, it began last night…..
Territorial imperative….

Beauty must define, as augment to existence,  as life must be more than mere subsistence.Nature demands more.Truth helps.
~~ gigoid ~~

It ain’t long, but it’s much…. and better for being so, rather than the reverse….. Just as an afterthought to this section, I offer the following as proof that even genius can feel insecurity and jealousy….

“There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope.” — Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

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“Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right actions arises by itself?” — Lao Tzu
Ever since being first exposed to the precepts of Taoism, back when I was in college in the late 60’s, it has always appealed to my sense of rightness, and makes the closest approach to what I personally believe about the Universe at large. Not the mystical parts, that cater to the religious order of the time it first was clarified by Lao Tzu, but the essence of the concept of reality, as being both within our perception, and unknown to us as beyond our understanding. We may not possess the necessary sense to be capable of receiving such information, whether about reality or fantasy, and if we assume the omnipotence of a god, then we would not be able to comprehend their existence, lacking the tools to perceive them with our five or six senses…..
This knowledge, however, is tempered by the deduction that, as a physical part of the universe, we are connected to it, and to every other part, if only by sharing that existence. The connection, intuitively, is deeper than merely the physical; it extends somehow into the spiritual plane, which, though not tangible, is nonetheless a proven part of our mental reality. (What IS the mind?) It is this very lack of the ability to explain by which we may know the connection exists, as it echoes the nature of reality itself, which cannot be explained in words. Goodness knows why I’m trying, to be sure…. this is getting pretty esoteric, although, so far, it is consistently rational, if not entirely illuminating.
“Since everything in life is but an experience perfect in being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out in laughter.” — Long Chen Pa
And what better way to acknowledge and celebrate the perfection that we can see, or hear, feel, smell, taste, or imagine?…… It’s certainly preferable to a long, dusty discussion of esoteric concepts, and will encourage enlightenment just as efficiently, if not quite so verbally. In some way, I’m always looking for the perfect quote, the ultimate aphorism, that delivers that cosmic truth we are all seeking in one swell foop, and the above from Long Chen Pa comes very close to it, especially when considered in the light of what one concludes from considering the answers to the first two questions today. As a Westerner who has learned to appreciate what the East brings us, the following resonates very well….
“Somehow, in the midst of their horrid history, the best among the _gaijin_ learned a wonderful lesson.  They learned to distrust themselves, to doubt even what they were taught to believe or what their egos make them yearn to see.  To know that even truth must be scrutinized, it was a great discovery, almost as great as the treasure we of the East have to offer them in return, the gift of harmony.” — David Brin – Dr. Pak’s Preschool
There’s the key, ffolkes, right there in front of you…. Even truth must be scrutinized, or the universe will have its way with you, and you may never find the gift of harmony that is also there for the taking….. There, not so esoteric, after all…. not too shabby, eh what?…..
“The ancient Taoist sages were poised and alert…. like ice on the verge of melting.” — Taoist proverb

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All things considered, this didn’t come out too badly. It’s going to have to do, as I now have more material ready to post than I’ve ever had previously, and I’m not sure quite what to do about it. I know what I’d like to do, but, I’m still waiting for the green light from SS on that, so…. I suppose I’ll just have to pretend it’s the day before tomorrow, when it’s really the day after yesterday….. if you see what I mean….
Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..

 

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Bolstered by the innuendo, he preened….

Ffolkes,

Again, I had intended to post a fresh Pearl today. Instead, I’m re-blogging this one, from 2013, to give me one more day to get one completed. My daily sojourns into music, and, the Real World, have been so fulfilling, in re: finding a direction to go in my mind’s continuing quest to regain access to my own bliss, I get distracted by ephemera, & forget to write…. Such is life in the blogging world, I suppose. In truth, Pearls are becoming less of a compelling drive; Reality is currently a more engaging attraction, & my sanity doesn’t seem to be put out of kilter by following the impulse to walk, and do things to engage my interest out in the BBR, rather than sitting here, engaging only in sedentary pastimes that degrade one’s physical well-being…

In any case, I’ve got one partially done, & should be ready to post by tomorrow…. if I don’t get arrested later today when I must go to the courthouse & deal with faceless, robotic myrmidons & bureaucrats…. It should be fine, as longs as they don’t insist on trying to turn me into a zombie, like all the rest of the people I see there, faces buried in their phones, which are smarter than they….

SIGH… looking at that statement, this might get a bit risky, so< I am going to post this, and go give meself a stern warning to stay controlled, & not leave any inconvenient corpses in my wake today…. Y’all stay cool, too, & I’ll see you tomorrow….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

Since the fear of the blank page that formerly caused me so much frustration is no longer a problem, I seem to have evolved a different type of issue in the introduction, to wit: long-winded ranting, before I’m even awake, or have had sufficient coffee to allow me to organize my thoughts with some elegance, rather than just emotionally-driven indictments of the BRC, the Priestly Hierarchies, and their myrmidons, the military/police wannabees….

I call them wannabees because the ones to whom I refer have a tendency to be those men and/or women who enter those groups in order to feel powerful, to exercise authority over others, which is a sublimation of their own feelings of inadequacy; becoming policemen, they believe,  allows them to let out their inner bully with societal approval. As a general rule, the self-image these folks have is poor, and they need the job to feel…

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