It’s only a bastardized version; there’s no glaze….

ffolkes,

I am beset by a number of conundrums, each of which contributes to NOT getting any writing done. First, and most annoying, is a resurgence of my CTS, Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, which makes my fingers go to sleep, along with a massive, intrusive aching of the hand & wrist joints. Second, my ass, and my skeleton at large, won’t tolerate sitting for long without issuing demands to change my activity. Both of these have made it quite problematic getting much done at the computer. To sublimate the also massive urge to post, here is one from 2014, with some decent ranting & video selections for your reading/viewing pleasure. I hope you enjoy it, and my time off, while I work at mitigating the effects of aging on my physical being. At my age, that may take a while, so, bear with me, if you will. I’ll be back; it may not be tomorrow, but, it will happen as soon as I can figure out a balance of some sort…. Be well, & happy as you may be….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Time is like money; the less we have of it to spare, the further we make it go.”

~~ Josh Billings ~~

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    I love this picture; I don’t think I even need to say why, as it’s pretty self-explanatory. It was taken from the London Daily Telegraph, from their Animal Pictures of the Week feature last week. They always post a lot of good pix, so, what the hell? It gets us started right?….. Right….

That said, I had a long day yesterday, with more exercise than I am used to; my plan to diet and exercise more is going pretty well. It did, however, leave me rather tired and sore today, meaning I’ll need to go walk off the stiffness, so it conditions the muscles, rather than just collapsing, and letting the good I managed go to waste….  What that means for y’all is a shorter Pearl…

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Assemble the marigolds for debarkation….

Ffolkes,

Having posted a fresh Pearl yesterday, the newly current structure of Time I inhabit kept me busy enough to prevent the same today. I am still on call for babysitting duty, but, that shouldn’t keep me from working on one during the slack time…. but, even that is complicated by the attraction of three new books I received as Xmas gifts, all of which have already grabbed a piece of my attention. However, I did find this Pearl from 2016, with a rather fine rant/discussion of Life and Death from 2013. All in all it’s a pretty damn good one, so, I hope you enjoy the sublimation. I’ll be back with more fresh stuff in a day or two…. In the meantime, y’all be well, & happy as you may be, while I do my best to do the same. Stay strange, ffolkes….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Become who you are.”

~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

More Galway 021Dusk over Galway Bay


He sat in a squalid, empty room, engaged in passive questing through the reaches of time, searching for truth. Finding none, he turned away, saddened by the defunct nature implied in such a loss. “Still,” he thought to himself, with an ironic smile touching the corners of his mouth, “it could be worse. It could be raining.” With a poignant shake of the head, he slipped into a dream….

Rain poured down, filling the streets with rushing feet and pounding hearts. Beside the lamp post on the corner, he stood, dripping, with a small shadow of reality sticking to his shoe. Wiping it on the nearest centurion, as directed, he began to bail with the rest of the crowd, stopping periodically to clap his hand to his head, moaning, “Oh, for the boon of sanity!”, in stentorian…

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Syncopation is oddly soothing….

Ffolkes,

“To love someone deeply gives you strength.
Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.”

~~ Lao Tzu ~~

electric eye leelu

Focused meditation….

Hajime…. Since retiring from work, I have discovered the part of living in contact with much of the world I miss the least, & that is, quite simply, drama. The emotional turmoil in which much of the world seems to spend the majority of its time seems to me a complete waste of what little time we have here in this plane of existence, and I cannot understand why most people keep on walking on a path strewn with pain, and suffering caused by emotions, which are, after all, transient, by their nature. Because we are invested so heavily in EGO, we seem to find our own inner world, with its chaotic feelings, to be the way of the world, and our disappointment is intense when it proves not to be so.

All that, by the way, is the result of drama intruding upon my life, caused, as is generally the case, by others who are merely peripherally connected to me, by their connection to those I love. Without going into detail, I have to say, it’s more intense than I enjoy, and has no purpose beyond the fear felt by a narcissist, who then, according to their neurotic nature, pass their own fear and anger to everyone around them. These others are those to whom I am connected, so, some of the emotional chaos ends up at my door. Thankfully, I don’t have to engage in it, nor do I; it’s just hard to see those I love having no choice but to deal with it in all its intense, ‘in the moment’ importance, thus making their own journey through life more uncomfortable….

All has receded enough for me to finish this post, though not with the light-hearted humor with which I intended to start off. So, I’ll forgo trying to inject anything of that nature, as it would, no doubt, fall flatter on its face than a flounder, which is pretty flat. Instead, I’ll just mention how well I’ve coped with it, all in all, and get on with the process of posting. I didn’t manage to leak out the new poem yet; it’s blocked, somehow, by the presence of drama, at least until it’s all assimilated and processed into metaphor. But, I’ve included some most excellent music, a damn good older poem, and, a set of old-school pearls with which I am quite pleased. Good shit, as they say….

So, let’s go see what there is to see, eh? It can’t be any less thrilling than this has been, right? Right. We’re off now, so, hang on….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Everything in life is unusual until you get accustomed to it.”

~~ L. Frank Baum, “The Marvelous Land of Oz” ~~

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NinaSimone

Nina Simone, 1933 ~ 2003

Image from kcur.org via Google Images

There is a lot I could say about this artist, but, it would all be superfluous to the experience of just listening to her sing. To show respect for that, I’ll let y’all do just that, without any further words from me, except to say, enjoy….

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Blue chameleon

It’s hot today, with chances of pain & rain.
So it says on the news.
Guess there’s nothing to do again
unless it’s sing the blues.

The blues are gettin’ old, though.
So I say, & I should know.
I been singin’ the bloody songs, y’know?
For what seems a long row to hoe.

S’pose it could get better someday.
I’ve heard that tune before.
Always seemed out of tune anyway;
I ain’t waitin’ any more.

Bang those drums & kick the cans.
May as well raise some hell.
Clang together some old pots & pans;
It hides the little voices so well.

Never worry, don’t you fear at all.
We’ve got certificates of note.
Bureaucratic protections, officially small.
Non carborundum illegitimi, he wrote.

Time, and circumstance, wrote me today.
It came in the daily mail from home.
It said I shouldn’t write unless I say
you’ll be charged for the distance you roam.

~~ gigoid ~~

5/28/2016

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Naked Pearls

Notes on Life @ Large….

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“Do you want to be a power in the world?
Then be yourself.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Trine ~~

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“If life seems jolly rotten,
there’s something you’ve forgotten,
and that’s  to laugh and dance and jump and sing.”

~~ Monty Python ~~

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“Live dangerously and you live right.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, “Faust” ~~

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“If you haven’t found something strange during the day,
it hasn’t been much of a day.”

~~ John Wheeler ~~

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“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge
and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you,
you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”

~~- Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

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“If you’re going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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“Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art of ending…”

~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~~

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Though I can’t lay claim to any recent displays of brilliance, I am pleased with the last few ending pearls, for their completely apropos nature to what has gone before. In this case, Henry has it right, so, we’ll take his advice, and pursue our art as a properly brief ending. I’ll see y’all, or y’all will see me, soon enough, though how long it may be I cannot say at this time. Until I return, please be well, be happy as you may, and remember to utilize the one greatest characteristic nature allows us, to wit, be as strange as you can be. You may be sure, I shall. 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.

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“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


					

Past, last fasts are finest kind….

Ffolkes,

I had planned to post new material today, but, instead, I’ll be babysitting my granddaughter, a worthy excuse, to be sure. I’ll do my best to get it up tomorrow, but, no promises, as the wee one may be here more than one day. Time, that blabbermouth, will tell… Either way, see y’all soon enough. Take care out there, & remember to stay loose, & stay strange….’

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Hmph! Seriousness. Hmph! Sobriety. A Jedi craves them not.”

~~ Yoda Bee ~~

moons of saturnSaturn’s Moons, Aligned

Image from NASA via Space.com


Hajime…. Whew! Usually, as I sit to begin, I’m still half-awake. Today after half-a-cuppa, a visit to the throne, and a fast, hard 15 training session with Leelu (it seems to hold her for a while, if I feed her afterward…), I’m fully awake, if a bit out of breath…. She demands we move fast in the morning, as she’s been waiting for hours, no doubt, for me to wake up….. Ah, well, new routines always take time to feel comfortable with, so, so be it…..

With that being said, I’ve kinda messed up any nonsensical beginning; it also seems rather inappropriate to get too silly, or weird, after such a, well, realistic, if boring,  beginning…. As is my apparent habit, it has taken me only one and…

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A stitch in crime saves time….

Ffolkes,

A fresh Pearl is nearly complete, so, with a bit of luck, it should go up tomorrow. To get us there without any stress, here is a travelogue from my second trip to Ireland, spent with “boots on the ground:, so to speak. I hope you enjoy it nearly as much as I did posting it from the Emerald Isle…. See y’all soon, fer sure….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.”

~~ Robert Frost ~~

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Sunset over the Irish Sea, 2013


Good morning…. Well, jet lag, it seems, is NOT stronger than insomnia…. Though not entirely sure if I’m still suffering from it, I am, nonetheless, up again at 0300. Since I did sleep six hours, that should be sufficient for the day….. If not, well, naps are a good thing….

That’s all you get for today, ffolkes. I don’t have a lot of time for blather, not if you want Art…. I’ve a couple or three pix, of the B&B where I’m staying right now, a lovely house, typically European in its age and decor…. The proprietors are, of course, nice ffolkes (they are automatically accorded status as ffolkes, as they provide me with a service I enjoy…), and have been…

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Baleful glances from a painfully shy basilisk….

Ffolkes,

I’m still busy out in Reality, dealing with the seasonal frenzy, but, have a partial Pearl done, which I’ll post in a day or two. For now, to indicate I’m still alive, here’s a Pearl from 2015, which has some game, and a bunch of fun comments. I hope you enjoy this visit into our sordid past here on ECR…. If not, well…. oh, well. Try again later, I guess. For now, be strange and keep cool…. always good advice, right? Right. See ya soon enough, ffolkes….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

However many holy words you read,
However many you speak,
What good will they do you
If you do not act on upon them?

~~ Buddha ~~

fractala

“fractala”

Image by europasicewolf, at https://europasicewolf.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/wolfie-chew-sticks-you-turned-the-air-blue/


Good morning…. Thanks to the machinations of the machine, which we laughingly call modern society, I’m up, even though it’s not actually anywhere near morning. Technically, I suppose, I have to call it that, as we are an hour and a half into the new day. Somehow, I find it insulting to actually think of this hour as the hour to arise from bed, theoretically, and literally full of piss & vinegar, ready and eager to face the day…. Being force to get up due to twitching, and/or hurting, doesn’t quite fit the picture I had in mind when I thought of retirement….

SIGH…. Okay, enough obscure whining. I’m up, though I don’t really want to…

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Navigating the slippery slopes of Reality….

Ffolkes,

“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”

~~ Rabindranath Tagore ~~

hidden glory

Path to Glory….

Hajime…. Okay, so, this is live…. I have found one of the reasons, or, partial reasons, as there are more than one, for my extended absences to be the simple fact of my improved health. For many years, thanks to pain, and opioid addiction, my sleep pattern was severely disturbed, such that I was often up much of the night, and I became accustomed to arising well before dawn, usually between 3 and 5 A.M.. I would also tend to fall out early, since I arose so early; this, in conjunction with not being able to sleep all night long, complicated the issue even more. My blog entries spoke of it often, and I now believe the lack of consistent sleep contributed to the issue of my constant display of stress related cognition, i.e. my depth of insanity…. Go figure, eh?

Now, however, my sleep pattern has resumed a degree of normality; I generally stay up longer, especially if I’ve napped during the day (I admit it; I’m old, and get tired more often….), and sleep fairly well for most of the night. My time for arising, to Leelu’s intense displeasure, now happens around six A.M, or later; today I got up at 7:15, & realized, as often happens, I was late in meeting my verbal commitment to post fresh material today. Again, go figure, eh? Ah, well, so be it. I happen to prefer my life now to any of the time I spent in Hell, otherwise known as the process of ridding myself of opioids. I’ll take the lesser degree of angst & stress, and the lack of the urge to post, over that time, without any complaint at all….

All that being said in my defense, I also realize I miss the interaction with other bloggers, which has, to some degree, been replaced by interaction with Reality, making it at once ironic, and a trifle sad, to realize I prefer the ambiguity of reality over the consistency of cyberspace. Reality, then, is shown to be preferable to any sort of non-reality based involvement. (By ‘non-reality’ I refer to the degree of separation between interaction in cyberspace and that of face-to-face interaction with people in real time….) For a very long time, that ‘non-real’ interaction was the ONLY kind in which I engaged. Now, just walking about in the BBR brings me more satisfaction than does sitting on my butt, reading from the computer… Again, all I can say is, so be it, for I will not be going back to full-time computer use; I enjoy the physical side of life too much to give up on it so young….

On that particularly ironic note, I’ll end this first-person diatribe, which is only intended to explain my absence, not to offer any excuses, which are not needed for exercising my own choice to be healthy, rather than filled with stress & angst. I know, I know, it makes for lousy ranting, but, hey, I do it better in person, anyway, believe me….. For now, let’s go post what I’ve thrown together for today, & be done with it for a time. I WILL return; there’s too much dross in my head to ever completely forgo this method of releasing it from durance vile. I just won’t be around as often. I’ll try to remember to offer some news and impressions of my time in the Real World, but, that, too, is, as yet, not set in stone…. At this point, I think I need to get us down the page, so, hang on, we’re going in hot….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Purity engenders Wisdom,
Passion avarice,
and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness”.

~~ Bhagavad Gita (c. B.C. 400) ~~

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There is no introduction needed here, really; all you’ve got to know is, this was probably the best concert ever given, by three of the very best musicians alive. Here for your viewing pleasure is Cream, as reunited in 2005…. Enjoy, ffolkes; it really doesn’t get any better than this one….

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Reunion Concert 2005
Royal Albert Hall

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Dreaming, I wait….

In the most patient moments of rationality
kindness flows smoothly in a special milieu,
fallow thoughts speed first from equality
to give no anxious fever, anger to eschew.

Indignant mothers and step-sons in-law
shall fade simply from brilliant to grey,
intoning ritual dogma, fresh, avid, and raw,
falling, falling, in massive pastoral disarray.

Safety lives not, save brightly in ignorant bliss,
it follows us all, silent and infinitely frail,
foremost too often, soft as a virgin kiss,
alive, always eager, willing, and pale.

Intimate knowledge finds only the bold few
with courage and virtue to gift, unbidden.
No solemn royal version may pass in review,
true love for man, never to remain unhidden.

Sweet feathers of Emily’s hope uplift,
calm, drowsy episodes bursting with light,
With final glad cries we set ourselves adrift,
swimming in the oceans of natural delight.

When sorrow is banished, in ages yet to come,
roots solidly anchored, cold and remote,
Ample supplies of kindness sit silent and dumb,
and the old stranger shrugs on his faded coat.

Dreaming, then, I wait with shadows in the night
aspiring to inspire, a message from the muse’s heart
Never forgotten images, framed in color bright,
tempt me only, grieving, steeped in serenity’s arcane art…..

~~ gigoid ~~

8/18/2013

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Naked Pearls

Beginning to end….

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“Time goes, you say? Ah, no!
Alas, Time stays, we go.”

~~ Austin Dobson,” The Paradox of Time” ~~

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“To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts,
nor even to found a school
but so to love wisdom
as to live according to its dictates,
a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust.
It is to solve the problems of life
not only theoretically, but practically.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Walden” ~~

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“Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“I suppressed word after word from my vocabulary.
When the massacre was over,
only one had escaped: Solitude.
I awakened euphoric.”

~~ E.M. Cioran ~~

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“At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand,
and gave it all my heart and all my soul.
At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed
and found my ignorance upon the shore.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~

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“Do not look for all the answers at once.
A path is formed by placing stones one in front of the other.”

~~ The Giant from Twin Peaks ~~

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“Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.”

~~ Amelia Burr ~~

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Don’t fret; the final pearl is NOT an omen, or statement of intent. It merely fits well at the end of that particular set of pearls. It also is a fitting finish to this Pearl, for it is, for me, as true as the day. I’ll be back, ffolkes, in a day or three. Y’all be cool, y’hear? Be good to each other….

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….


					

Doubtful dreams, dubiously delivered….

Ffolkes,

Today, if I were posting, would mark the fourth day since last posting at all. I haven’t been around much, & actually spent one entire day without ever entering the online world. Though it’s been a good thing, overall, I do feel a bit of angst over not having gotten rid of a lot of mental dross that generally finds its way on screen, and, thankfully, out of my head. But, I still can’t seem to push out the poem that’s in there percolating, and don’t much feel like spouting off my usual blather. To let y’all know I am still alive & kicking, as well as to sublimate my need to write, here is a rather good Pearl from about a year and a half ago, with some good introspection, and a plethora of fine pearls. I hope you enjoy it, and, I hereby promise to make a strong effort to “go live” tomorrow. Until then, stay strange, and be well….

The BBR is calling, but, I’ll be back soon….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

 ~~ Anais Nin ~~

ugly beautyBeauty can be found even in ugliness…


Hajime…. I am empty of words. Those five you see in the previous sentence are the best beginning I could think to write, which goes to show just how empty I am at this moment. In spite of the unexpected sleep that I got, I’m tired, and grumpy, and just not in the mood. For anything.

Since there is nothing to say, I suppose I’ll go with the flow, and try to get a Pearl done without any sort of input from any sort of creative force. Talk about trusting the process…. Now we will see just how reliable the process has become, or, we’ll see an even greater mess than usual. The only fair way to judge it will be from the other end, so, we’ll go there…

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Side effects of eloquence, no charge….

Ffolkes,

Really, I did make an effort to finish the currently unfinished Pearl I’ve been composing, but, the BBR kept calling me back out of my chair. Then, when I tried again this morning, SB went all wonky on me… So, here is a rather fine really old-school Pearl from the early days here at ECR. It got some decent traffic, and a pile of good comments, so, it must be worth a read…. I’ll do my best to post fresh tomorrow; in the meantime, please enjoy today’s offering (well, re-offering, I suppose), and stay strange. It’s really your best hope….

See ya soon

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,
SIGH….. I know…. one look at the big sigh, and you’re all, “So, what’s his problem?”  Typical…. just kidding. No, the sigh was for real, actually. It was in reaction to a thought I often have at this moment, a thought that can determine the entire day’s direction. Of course, while I was typing, that thought went completely away, and now I’m stuck in the middle of this paragraph with no subject matter, which is about par for my course this early in the morning. How, you are asking, will he ever pull himself out of this one? Well, I’ll tell you, he has no frigging idea at this point. He’s trying hard not to panic, but I’m afraid his effort isn’t getting very far, because he’s about to FREAK OUT!  Shit! Damn it! Now I’m pissed… hold on, be right back….

As you can see, he did. Freak…

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Abusing orphan participles is thirsty work….

Ffolkes,

I still have a lot to accomplish out in the BBR today, so, here is a vintage Pearl for your perusal. It’s got some decent ranting, one of my better poems, and an interesting collection of comments. I’ll be back soon with a fresh offering, so, please keep checking back. I hope everyone in cyberspace is having a good holiday season, without too much of the capitalist frenzy taking its toll on your peace of mind. Be well, & happy as you may….

gigoid, the dubious

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Ffolkes,

A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.

~~ Alexander Pope — Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 15 ~~

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Rural Serenity/Scenes from a Train


Good morning…. As the first greeting between people to mark the opening of conversation, I suppose ‘good morning’ is the most common for the same reason many of our human interactions have evolved over the centuries, to wit: it’s innocuous enough not to piss anybody off, first thing. In a culture created by a creature which has turned the act of killing into high art, such grease to the social wheel needs regular application. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time (which fits just about any modern male in the morning, pre-coffee), one takes one’s life in one’s hands….

Now…

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