Perhaps not, but his spatula was meticulous….

As intimated previously, here is what I have for today, as I’m now on my way to the airport, figuratively, if not quite literally. See y’all in a day or two…. I hope you enjoy this exercise in mutability….

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Ffolkes,

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~


I’ve previously used this poem; it may be one of Emily’s most famous, so it’s probably familiar to many people…. I don’t know if Emily had pain herself, of a physical nature, beyond what everyone else feels, when they bark their shins, for example…. If she didn’t, her depth of insight was even greater than I had previously imagined….. This is an assertion I believe implicitly; Emily was, without doubt, the most advanced human EVER in that respect, in my opinion, and by all the evidence at hand…. Her poetry must be considered as proof of that, proof that leaves no room for doubt…

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Doling out a measure of peace….

Well, ffolkes, here’s how it is…. As I got up today, I was hopeful, as a couple neurons bumped up together right away, and the morning routine looked good to go. Then, I sat to ponder, and it all went…. elsewhere. I can’t find any spare neurons, and the Pearl isn’t even half-done. So be it. Here is a rather okay Pearl from a while back, which will do for today. I’ll do better tomorrow, as it will be the final Pearl before my trip, when they will again be posted on a willy-nilly schedule. For today, I hope you enjoy this blast from the recent past…. Enjoy! Or, not; your choice, as always…..

Blessed be….

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Ffolkes,

Always be curmudgeonly. Don’t ever forgive. Go home infrequently. Just keep loose. Mostly, never opine. Pick quirky relatives. Stay tough underneath. Vote. Watch xenophobia, you zealot.

There…. my version of alphabetical alliteration….  Pretty cool, eh? I don’t think I missed any letters, or got any out of sequence…. If I did, I’m sure you’ll….  What? Hell, I don’t have a clue what it MEANS. I just wrote it. Come to think of it, I probably shouldn’t be so quick to claim authorship; who knows? Somebody else might have already done this, and I’m plagiarizing, for all I know….. Somehow, though, it’s a bit hard to believe that anyone else would take credit for something as lame as this…. not if they intended for anyone to have any respect for them as a writer….

Me, I gave up on that a long time ago…. I’ll settle for what I got…

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Pistachios for breakfast….

Ffolkes,

“All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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Hajime…. Reality has again intruded upon my life; demanding little bugger, too. Today, it’s even intruding on my blog, which is, to say the least, rather annoying. Moreover, it’s compelled me to trim today’s Pearl mercilessly, just to get posted. I have been forced by circumstances to eliminate today’s video, and the entire ranting section, leaving us with an intro, a poem, an old-school pearl, and a closing. So be it…..

Since this will undoubtedly save time for all of us, you are encouraged to thank me later. I have no illusions as to how important any of this is, so, don’t worry about my feelings; they’ll get over it. In fact, I’ve already decided to consider this a serendipitous morning, just because I can. I’m human, you know, so there is nothing reality can do which I cannot deny in toto. Hah!….

There…. that’s the gigoid we all know and love so well. Or, know, anyway. I think, given the turn this has taken, it’s time we get on with the rest of today’s mess, or, we’ll get stuck here for longer than we wish. I guess I’ll just use this little device right here, which is so fast, I may not be able to finish this senten…..

Shall we Pearl?….

“Heresy is another word for freedom of thought.”

~~ Graham Greene ~~

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When life calls, ready or not….

Memories are all we have sometimes
to keep our sanity intact,
with learned phrases and subtle rhymes
lessening life’s vicious, vibrant impact.

Presently all seems composed and intent
in stark contrast to hollow day,
forlorn patchwork emotions of unheralded bent,
fill up night’s bower, leaving hell to pay.

Such vigorous and elevated temper
brings us rare moments to ponder,
filled with lessons all need to remember
lest base perception lose valued wonder.

Laugh loud when entropy sticks fast
leaving shameless anger in its wake.
Let bygones pass quietly into the past
reaping only what is left to take.

Final words of wise imagination
tell us living well’s the best revenge, it appears
ever eluding choirs and congregations
finally finding home, never buried in tears.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/10/2012

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Naked Pearls

Did you know?….

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“The goal of all life is death.”

~~ Sigmund Freud ~~

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“Truth is a thing not of words but of life and being.”

~~ Robertson ~~

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“‘Tisn’t life that matters! ‘Tis the courage you bring to it.”

~~ Sir Hugh Walpole ~~

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“The wise man will always reflect concerning the quality, not the quantity of life.”

~~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca ~~

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“By space the universe encompasses and swallows me up like a dot;
by thought I encompass the Universe.”

~~ Pascal, Pensees, n. 265 ~~

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“Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in deserving them.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Do not settle for less than the best your own excellence can command.”

~~ Anne McCaffrey ~~

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Well, there you go. I can’t say it will join the ranks of the best Pearls I’ve created, but, it is done. As you are well aware, that is our only consideration at this point, so, we’ll take it, and run. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, though I don’t believe I’ll try to predict any sort of actual promise of presence in real-time. At this point, I’ll be lucky to not choke on my coffee…. Until we meet again on the morrow, I bid the adieu….

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.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

Nightmares on blog street….

As noted might happen yesterday, I don’t have a Pearl ready. I must pick up Leelu this morning, so, I’m taking another day for myself. I will return tomorrow, with as fresh a Pearl as possible. Y’all have a good one, while Leelu and I get re-acquainted….

See ya…

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
    Far in the distance, the deep sounds and fury of artillery fire filled the air, while nearby the screams and moans of the wounded provided horrific counterpoint to the symphony of terror being played by the metal flying overhead. As she watched, a building down the street exploded, as a shell burst through the roof. She thought to herself, “That was Mary’s house… I wonder, was she in it?” Without any real thought of why, she stood and started to walk toward what now remained of the house of her friend, a vague idea of helping in her mind, which seemed to waver in and out of focus as she walked…..

    Well, that is depressing as all get out, isn’t it? I thought a touch of intro into a war novel might be a good way to warm up, but, upon due consideration, I don’t think I’ll…

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Chutzpah is potentially a costly indulgence….

Ffolkes,

Reality continues to intrude upon the time I prefer to spend on line, but, needs must, Mr. Wyndigate (don’t ask…). Here is a most excellent pearl from the distant past (well, three or so years, anyway), to fill in for me today. I will make every effort to be back tomorrow… Lot’s going on, but, hopefully, it’ll all be no worries by then… Y’all have a good one….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
Eyes grew heavy in the overly warm dining room, glazing into insensibility, as the world’s second most boring speech droned on interminably. To Darcy Simmons it seemed she fought with the Sandman himself to keep her eyes open, as she owlishly blinked, trying to wake up, though for the life of her, she couldn’t think of why. “There isn’t enough money in the world worth this,” she thought, “What was I thinking!” She gazed around her, seeking an excuse of any kind that would make it okay to run screaming from the room, when her eyes fell upon……

I know…. it’s rude to leave people hanging like that. You’ll just have to get over it, as my imagination just experienced a massive fail. What with the weird muscle spasms that are currently making my left leg twitch like a vulcanized frog, the incipient relatively high pain level we are…

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Ten paces south from the gargoyle….

Ffolkes,

The visit with my grandson yesterday went superbly, including the impromptu baseball game, which I managed without injury. It did, however, reinforce to me the sixty years between our ages, as I came home & collapsed, taking two naps, and falling out so early, no Pearl for today was even considered. Hence, a re-blog, to get us to tomorrow with some dignity. Well, as much as ever happens here. Enjoy, & I’ll see y’all tomorrow….

gigoid, the fatigued

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Ffolkes,
I was warned, but I didn’t listen. Of course, I never believed it could actually happen, not to me….. Like every other fool in history, the admonition of my peers was lost on me, filled as I was to the brim with confidence, and pride in my skill. And, like every other fool in history, I failed, badly….. What is it about wet paint that makes men want to touch it, to find out if it is actually wet? What is it about a “Keep off the Grass” sign that makes our toes itch for the feel of the lawn? Why does a door that says, “No Admittance” make us want to see what is behind it?….. SIGH….. We’re all a bunch of little kids at heart, aren’t we?…. Just trying to find out what the world is made of, and getting told to watch our step…..

Hmm…. I’m…

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GAZA, A TALE OF LOVE AND RESILIENCE

Nadia Harash pens another powerful tribute to the spirit of those who live in Gaza, under the oppression of Israel’s insane, genocidal paranoia… Read it, and you’ll know the truth…

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Gaza…a tale of love and resilience

If Amos Oz grew up in Gaza, his autobiography would definitely be of that love and anything but darkness. It is resilience that defines every single aspect of these people.

I cannot call them my people. They are in a level that is way beyond … I always thought that resilience is what characterizes Palestinians. But when I saw Gazans. I could see resilience in a motion.

How can people go such destruction? Brutality. Seize. Fraction. Limited resources. Demographic explosion. Humidity and surrounding leftovers of a non-ending war and memorials of what used to be a house and a poster wit ha photo and a name remaining from a son or a brother or a husband or a father or a neighbor or a friend…

I entered Gaza with so many mixed emotions of nostalgia and humbleness mixed as well with sorrow and sadness…

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a good palestinian is a dead palestinian

Adding my thoughts would be unproductive; here is truth from one who witnesses such incidents almost daily, yet continues to write that truth without a failure of spirit in the face of such infamy.

Listen up….

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It is not just another killing

Of another young life that the occupation decided to perish

In cold blood

In a ceremony of hate and despise

It is the way life is under the Zionist fascist state of hate

It is the way they intend to uproot the Palestinian hearts

A Palestinian chest facing a state of horror

A state of terror

A state where a dead Palestinian is a victory

Where a Palestinian blood is nothing but a fertilizer to their soil

A state where a human is considered by his race

His ethnicity

His religion

His language

Where every other is a sacrifice to their existence

The scene of the shooting of the young Palestinian man (Fadi Allon, 19) escaping from a savagely settler Israeli mob to be shot in cold blood by an Israeli policeman who instead of saving the young man shoots him without hesitation, while…

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A state of Monologue: Terror or Resistance

Another brilliant analysis of the Palestinian/Israeli conflict from a Palestinian scholar, a mother of two living in the midst of it, and speaking the truth as only she can… Read this, and you will have a deeper understanding, and, hopefully, a deeper compassion for those who live in the midst of war…

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My sister: “ did you see that video? The news? They crucified that poor man. They left the little boy bleeding. They are inhuman. They are pathetic. They are criminals.

My Israeli friend: “ yes but, he tried to kill an Israeli? Do you think it is ok to kill Israelis?”

Between the two monologues, trying to convince my sister that it inhumane, true. But yet, we should think of the moment before. What if it was one of our children who were stabbed and the stabber is on the ground?

I was asking my Israeli friend in response: “ stabbing was not right. But killing and lynching was a normal response?

There is this gap where both sides stop seeing or comprehending the other side completely. As if it is a complete wired zone. No tolerance, no understanding, and a total sense of compassion are completely lost.

We are…

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Such sang froid should be rewarded….

Due to circumstances well within my control, I’ll be taking today off. It seems to be the thing to do, since my creative spark failed to spark this morning when I tried to fire it up. Rather than commit literary abuse, we’ll go with an older Pearl… I’ll be back tomorrow, ffolkes, as long as the sun comes up. Odds are good on that….

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Ffolkes,

A fat moon blundered across the sky, hesitant and pale, as if afraid of the stars. The weak light revealed the face of my guide under the dark hood, throwing shadows like darts, adding to the uncertain terror filling my heart and mind. Without a word, the heavily cloaked warrior, hired to lead me through this den of poverty, moved away from the wall, slipping into an alley, unseen until right upon its opening. The darkness intensified as we moved deeper, silently gliding toward the fetid smells of decay wafting toward us from the alley’s shadowed depths. As we snaked through the narrow way between the buildings on either side, many eyes noted our passage, but no voice rang out to challenge, no alarms sounded…..

Okay, that’s enough of that….. I don’t think I’ll take that one any further, today, or anytime soon; it’s not really my cup of…

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