She won’t start for toffy…

Ffolkes,

As noted in yesterday’s post, sitting is not currently a viable option for me, a definite conundrum, since sitting at the computer is how these get done. I’m working, slowly, at producing another Pearl, but, slow ain’t fast, is it? To fill in the empty space which otherwise would appear (or, more accurately, not appear…) here today, I’ve re-posted one from a couple years ago, which contains a fine poem from a blogger friend, and a rather extensive, even iconic, rant on the BRC and those sub-humans who prey upon their own species…. asininnies at large, so to speak. I’ll be back in time, which hopefully will be short. Until then, stay alert, & be strange; it’s our best defense against the machine, which doesn’t handle strange very well…

See ya.

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods.”

~~ Socrates ~~

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Ursa Major ~~ The Big Dipper

Image from Space.com


Good morning. Today’s Pearl will be an extreme cheat…. There are reasons, but, to tell you would be narcissistic, and whiny, so, we’ll just say they’re compelling enough to keep me from creating anything particularly fresh, or cogent. Neither is within my grasp today, at least, not yet…. Whether I will be able to find ANYTHING within my grasp today is an unsettled question…. Let’s get on with it, while we can….

Shall we Pearl?

“Cicero called Aristotle a river of flowing gold, and said of Plato’s Dialogues, that if Jupiter were to speak, it would be in language like theirs.” — Plutarch (46-120 AD) — Life of Cicero

If that’s true, then, me and Cicero, we’re mates…. Probably why we see so many of his quotes…

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Wild to be born….

Ffolkes,

Yesterday, I spent the entire day fighting my own body, a pitched battle that ended up in the local hospital ER, where I spent about five hours to find out I am not yet in danger of dying…. Yay.

Having been unable to sit long enough to finish a Pearl, I offer this one from the archives, which seems to touch on some of the issues I face today… go figure, eh? I’ll do my best to be back tomorrow with a fresh Pearl, including a fresh poem (if it leaks out fast enough). For the nonce, y’all take care, & be well…. That’s all I’m doing myself today…

See ya

gigoid

gigoid

Ffolkes,

Thales said there was no difference between life and death.

“Why, then,” said some one to him, “do not you die?”

“Because,” said he, “it does make no difference.”

~~ Diogenes Laertius (c. 200 AD) — Thales, ix ~~

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Reel Art, by Ferdinand de Faux


Mornings scuk. Or, skcu. Hell, they uksc. Damn, what’s up with that? Mornings SUCK! There, that’s better….

I haven’t a clue as to why that word refused to be typed correctly until it was shouted… It did get the point across though, that point being the suckitude we are experiencing today…. It is, perhaps, too early to be coining new words, perfectly relevant though they may be; I do like this one, though. “Suckitude” has a lot of chutzpah, telling a story of misery and blahness quite accurately…. Hey, look, it’s another new word! I’d better be careful, I think; we haven’t filed any…

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We were hoping for more of a gestalt version….

Ffolkes,

I still can’t sit long enough to do much, so, here’s another archived Pearl for your enjoyment… You’ve possibly seen some of it before, as it includes another very old Pearl which was re-blogged at some point… It will do for our purpose today, which is to get us to tomorrow…. Take care, y’all, & be well….

gigoid

gigoid

Ffolkes,

“…. crawfish pie, filet gumbo…”  Can’t say why, but that song is stuck in my head this morning…. “…. gonna have big fun, on the bayou.” I must have been dreaming in Acadian, or something….. There’s a word, a good word, Acadian, another word lifted from another language by English, used to describe the group of folks who settled in Louisiana in the early 1800’s.  Their culture, brought with them from France, melded into the mix of English,
Spanish, Indian, and African cultures that already flourished in the New Orleans area, producing what we now call Cajun food, music, and culture. (“Cajun” is a bastardization of the way the word “Acadian” comes through into English…. When pronounced correctly, it sounds like ‘a cajiun”, which, on the naturally lazy tongues of the new worlders, became “cajun”…..)

Now that the trivia portion of today’s post is finished, I’m left again in…

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Skeptical images go in the bluest bin…. (Spoiler: 94% fresh material…)

Ffolkes,

Thanks to the vicissitudes of the aging process, I am once again unable to post anything fresh today, having been given clear notice from my body I have been overdoing it. I have to deal with this, which takes up the mental energy needed to finish the post I started a couple days ago. Here is another old Pearl, that didn’t get a lot of traffic, but, deserves some, as it discusses my current state in a previous incarnation. I’ll be back as soon as I get this resolved sufficiently to do so, though I cannot predict with any accuracy how long that will take. Since I really, really HATE being kept from doing what I intend by having to deal with my own body, you may be sure that is all I’ll be doing until it’s done, one way or another, For now, try to enjoy this one, & I’ll see y’all on the flip side….

Wish me luck….

gigoid

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Ffolkes,

I’m often amazed at how much the world can change in one day; never has that been more clearly defined for me than in the past 24 hours, when I took the time to compare that day to the 24 hours that preceded…. The difference, in how I feel, in how I view the world, in the world itself, all are in direct contrast to each other, and serve to send my mind into the realms of thought and introspection…. which is a good thing, mostly, if a bit strange for the average bear…. I’ve never been a particularly average bear, though, so, no worries, eh?….

My condition, both physical and mental, over the last few days was complicated by a certain policy decision I’d made, which, in the light of subsequent events, became, quite obviously, the wrong policy to adopt at this particular time, if ever. Since returning…

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Looks to be ’bout half-a-bubble off plumb….

Ffolkes,

Today, for the first time, I get to spend a significant amount of time visiting with my granddaughter. Suffice it to say, I am jazzed, to the max; enough so, I couldn’t finish the almost-completed Pearl begun for today. Here, instead, is a re-blog of a post from a few years ago, with a bunch of decent rambling, and a boatload of good pearls, all of which works fine for our purpose here today. I’ll be back tomorrow, hopefully; one can never predict the future with any degree of confidence, since reality has a way of asserting its prerogatives regardless of our predictions. For the nonce, it will do to just say, enjoy your day; I plan to do so, with gusto and love… See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes….

gigoid

gigoid

Ffolkes,

Bogus, man! Somebody turned off my clock, or something…. I’d suspect Murphy’s hand at work, but, all I did is get up about an hour and a bit late…. It’s almost 6:30 AM, later, by a bunch, than I’ve been up in a coon’s age, (Okay, I’ll bite: How long does a raccoon live?….), an event not so negative, as much as inconveniently confusing. As much as possible, I’m not going to push for any real thinking, or decision-making, until after the first cup of the morning’s transfusion of blood has dripped into my veins; I have the distinct impression the results would be disastrous, at minimum….

How, then, do I manage to create an intro to this Pearl? If I can’t use my brain, what the heck is it good for? No, you don’t really have to answer that rhetorical question, any more than I have to consider…

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Living in the Shoes of a Woman

Nadia relates the truth about the world, in a powerful story from her own life… and one everyone alive needs to hear…

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Living in the Shoes of a Woman
Being a woman is one thing. One important thing of initially two things. However, living in a global patriarchal dominance makes one thing dominant of another. A lifetime struggle of women resilience for being the one thing they are Women.

All the resilience of being a woman is another ONE thing. For being a Muslim woman is another thing. Being a Muslim woman living in an Occupied Land is a totally another thing. What if you add divorce to this?

Being a Woman, a Moslem, a Palestinian and Divorced … makes the introduction to living in my shoes…

Living in a Shoe of a Woman.

LIVING IN THE SHOES OF A DIVORCED MOSLEM, ARAB, AND PALESTINIAN WOMAN

I have lived my life advocating who I am, defending the great values that Islam holds, indicating the invaluable culture the Arabs have, defending the just…

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A plethora of positive paradigms….

Ffolkes,

My age & condition caught up to me again; a mere one hour trip on a bus to pick up supplies wore me out. Add in SB’s periodic reluctance to share any aphorisms worth reading, & the Pearl for today went south. Here is one from 2014, during a time of uncertainty, with some rather extensive ranting, & a decent poem to go with the usual blather. I’ll be back tomorrow with some fresh stuff; until then, who knows? I’m playing this one off the cuff, after which, we’ll move on to better days, we hope. Of course, hope is a fatal flaw for us humans, but, what the hell? It keeps us busy…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, if reality decides to cooperate….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?

~~ Bob Dylan ~~

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    The first time I heard Bob Dylan’s song, Like A Rolling Stone, I was half-asleep, riding in a car to go to work, very early on a summer morning in, I believe, 1963, or 1964….. Though not overly impressed by the voice that sang it, I was struck at once by the power of metaphor he employed so liberally throughout the piece…. It was the first time any of us had heard him; that was his first hit song, the one that catapulted him into fame, and the public eye…. Somehow, the plaintive tone of his voice, almost a whine, but, not quite, fit the words he spoke very well, and those words were, themselves, a new experience, as the poetry dug down into the subconscious to…

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Pilfered hearts, buried in parody….

Ffolkes,

I am fine, but, Leelu isn’t; she’s off her feed, and acting lethargic. I can’t think, due to worry, so, I’m re-posting this one, which is not bad, for all it wanders around in my head…

I’ll be back when she feels better….

gigoid

gigoid

Ffolkes,

It’s tempting…. the urge to just give it up is getting strong, and the reasons to do so are growing more compelling each day. As I sit to write today, I’m struck by how conflicted I am inside, where one part of me wants to fulfill the routine I’ve established over the last two years, and another part wants me to just go back to bed. For those two years, the latter part of me has been meek, unable to have its way very often, if at all, over the big, blustering, powerful urge to spill my guts….. Of late, though, it has gained strength, and weight, and is now able to bring a sense of controversy to these morning battles with myself…..

Obviously, the part of me that is still dreaming in bed has lost again, as the words keep flowing on screen; I guess the meek aren’t…

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Planting truth in fallow fields….

Ffolkes,

Hajime…. Well, I’m back from my hiatus, but, due to having not slept more than four hours in as many days, I’m a bit fatigued… and, yes, that’s hyperbolic understatement. I’ll work on a Pearl for tomorrow, (hopefully), but, having not worked at this at all for all the time gone, it may take a bit longer…. For now, here is another old Pearl, from a time when I was also in a funk…. For those who stopped by, thanks for checking in; for those who didn’t, I hope you were okay…. It might take a while to get by to other sites, or comment, but, I’ll work at it ’til done…
Meanwhile, enjoy this little bit of past insight, & I’ll see y’all here soon….

gigoid

gigoid

Ffolkes,

Within the oyster’s shell uncouth
The purest pearl may hide,
Trust me you’ll find a heart of truth
Within that rough inside.

 ~~ Mrs. Osgood ~~

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Pluto as seen from the Dawn Horizons Spacecraft Mission Flyby

Image from the UK Guardian 9/17/2015


Good morning, ffolkes. I’m tired, even after having slept a solid 8 hours for the first time in ages. I am also way, way off center, due to a concatenation of circumstances, many of which were not in my control, though in my possible sphere of prediction (had I been, naturally, more centered to begin). As a result, I find myself in the position of needing to make some alterations in lifestyle and routine in order to return to, and stay at my center of being, such as it is….

All that said, (with some difficulty I might add…. LeeLoo’s newest trick is to lick my hand…

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Suffering slightly from anaerobic syncopation….

Once more, events in Reality precluded working on a Pearl for today. I did manage to pick out this one to re-blog; it’s actually pretty decent, for what it is, & since it, like yesterday’s fresh Pearl, didn’t get much traffic, I’m providing it with another opportunity for fame, or, whatever passes for such in these parts. My day is still problematically unpredictable, so, tomorrow remains the same. I will, you may be sure, be back, in time; time, however, moves without our influence, so, we’ll just have to take what we find. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy today’s reiteration, odd as it may seem in toto. See ya, ffolkes….

gigoid

gigoid

Ffolkes,

I can’t have what I want, so, I’ll take what I can…. There, that marks me as an American, don’t you think? It’s a typically American male attitude, for sure; just go watch freeway traffic for a while, & you’ll see what I mean…. But, I’m not here to rant (not in THIS section, anyway…), so perhaps I should begin today’s Pearl in a slightly different fashion…. that is, if you can call this fashion…. more like the direct opposite of fashionable, I’d say…. But, then, I AM a cynic, mostly, so, that, too, might be suspect to some people….

Well, that was certainly a wash, wasn’t it? Not a single compelling phrase to be found…. Hell, one of those is probably not to be found in the vicinity, though we do like to pretend they can be…. Unfortunately for me, today, that could conceivably have an effect on…

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