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Ffolkes,

“If you pray hard enough, water will run uphill.
How hard?
Why, hard enough to make water run uphill, of course!”

~~ Robert Heinlein ~~

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Wild sunflowers….

Hajime…. I had intended this Pearl to be rather a bit more ‘together’, so to speak. However, I’ve been co-opted for babysitting again today, and had to cobble this together fast, while my granddaughter is napping (a pastime I’d love to emulate, but for duty….). I’ve shoved it into basic shape, and all the parts are there, just not with the usual degree of consideration or planning… So be it…

In fact, I am in such a hurry, lest she awaken before I’m done & posted, I’m giving up on any more of an intro; instead, I will now proceed to dump y’all unceremoniously down the page, with no compunction, & no regrets. As noted…. So be it…. I do hope you enjoy today’s effort; it was rushed, but, it’s all there….

Shall we Pearl?….

“A master programmer passed a novice programmer one day.
The master noted the novice’s preoccupation with a hand-held computer game.
“Excuse me”, he said, “may I examine it?”
The novice bolted to attention and handed the device to the master.
“I see that the device claims to have three levels of play:
Easy, Medium, and Hard”, said the master.
“Yet every such device has another level of play,
where the device seeks not to conquer the human,
nor to be conquered by the human.”
“Pray, great master,” implored the novice,
“how does one find this mysterious setting?”
The master dropped the device to the ground and crushed it under foot.
And suddenly the novice was enlightened.”

~~ Geoffrey James, “The Tao of Programming” ~~

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Incredibly late, d/t babysitting duties, thus, default is de rigeur, naturally…. Enjoy!….

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Classical Music

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For The Blind Poet, Embraced

I sit to open a vein, exposed in public places,
happy to be written, judging by the faces.

None can see the price so willingly paid,
at the feet of imagination is that cost weighed.

Still shadows of reality shine quite as well
to hide all the bleeding as if under a spell;

While visions and fantasies vie for attention,
hoping to win once-hoped-for final mention.

Technology may or may not rue its day
never knowing or caring its part to play.

All the precious moments of inspiration
Fall ever short of our own imagination.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/30/2012

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Naked Pearls

Like it, or, not….

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“Sometimes there’s no point in giving up.”

~~ Louis Wu. in “The Ringworld Engineers” by Larry Niven ~~

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“Be not diverted from your duty by any idle reflections
the silly world may make upon you,
for their censures are not in your power,
and consequently should not be any part of your concern.”

~~ Epictetus ~~

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“Change your opinions, keep to your principles;
Change your leaves, keep intact your roots.”

~~ Voltaire ~~

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“And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There ‘s a lean fellow beats all conquerors.”

~~ Thomas Dekker, “Old Fortunatus” ~~

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“Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing.
We are sentenced to die the day we’re born.”

~~ Gary Mark Gilmore ~~

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“Life without the courage for death is slavery.”

~~ Seneca ~~

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“and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death”

~~ ee cummings, “Buffalo Bill” ~~

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There you go; that’s all you get, because that’s all I’ve got…. I may or may not be back tomorrow morning; depends a lot on whether or not I’m needed again to ‘sit in’, as it were… I’ll be back, ffolkes; the question of “when?” shall remain unanswered until the appropriate time…. I shall, as you may expect, see you then…. Be well, be strange, and be alert…. all will be well, if you can do so….

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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Ffolkes,


I’ve been tapped for babysitting today; yesterday was spent nursing a tweaked lower back, so, no fresh Pearl today. Here’s a travelogue from my last trip to Ireland, in 2015. I hope you enjoy it, though you won’t enjoy it more than I did being there… I’ll be back tomorrow, hopefully having finished the Pearl begun yesterday. Y’all have a good Sunday; I’ll be grandfathering, & am guaranteed to have fun….


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Ffolkes,






“While there’s life, there’s hope.”
~~ Cicero ~~
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Good morning…. Today’s effort will be a short, slight one, in a manner of speaking. I’m on the road again today, back to Dublin from Galway, taking a train this time, to see something other than the freeway…. I’ve included a few pictures from various spots around Galway; I have lots more to show in later blogs, but, this was what I could get ready for now…. I’ll try to get some more up in a day or so, once I’m settled back in Dublin….



For now, I’ll once again dump y’all down the page with no further ado, and be back to blather at a later date…. I’m having a great time, and blogging is now secondary in my hierarchy of important stuff to do…. So….



Shall we Pearl?….






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Ffolkes,


“I tried coach, but, they were too big for me!”….  It may not be clear, but, it’s accurate, and, explains most simply why a fresh Pearl isn’t in the works for this morning. However, I found this one, from New Year’s Day last year, which happens to contain what may be the best rant I ever wrote, a summary of all my other rants outlining my take on the current culture we inhabit… It got some decent traffic, but, given the content, can always use some more….


As for this old fart, he’s gonna take a day to heal, again, if only to a point which allows him to get a Pearl done for tomorrow. I have hopes, futile as they may be, to post that in a timely fashion…. For now, we’ll go deal with the world, as it is…


Have a good one, ffolkes, As Arnie said, to such good effect, I’ll be back…


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Ffolkes,






“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children.
One is roots.
The other is wings.”
~~ Hodding Carter, Jr. ~~
Zack at Christmas 12-28-2012 003Pointing the Way





Hajime…. I’m up rather late, though I went to bed early. C’est la vie! It’s a new year, again, so, all can be forgiven, claimed merely as building new habits…. Sure, that’s it…. It’s my story, and I’m sticking to it….



Today’s mess is, for a Pearl, a bit choppy, from this end; it may look smooth and simple, but, believe me, it was not. That said, and, to begin new methods for a new year, I’ll curtail any urges to go silly, or weird, or anything other than efficient…. In truth, this is a ploy, to lull your sense of security into believing me; tomorrow will probably see a return to the general run of idiotic literary tricks and illusions we use to…


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Ffolkes,


“All art is autobiographical.

The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.”


~~ Federico Fellini ~~


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Waitin’ for the Robert E. Lee….


Hajime….  Today, we begin with this, just because:


“An infinite universe presents infinite examples of unreasoned acts,

often  capricious and threatening, godlike in their mystery.

Without god-powers, conscious reasoning cannot explore

and make this universe absolutely known;

there must remain mysteries beyond what is explained.

The only reason in this universe is that which you,

in your ungodlike hubris, project onto the  universe.

In this, you retain kinship with your most primitive ancestors.”


~~ Raja Flattery, “The Jesus Incident”, Frank Herbert ~~


It seems clear, if one may temporarily assume the truth of this statement, there are limits to human intelligence; those limits, alas, do not seem to apply to human imagination, thus opening the probability for imagination to exceed intelligence in the course of human behavior…. which it does, and, if the history of mankind is any indicator, has been doing so for several thousand years…. End of rant…


Sorry, had to get that out before it got any worse. I’ve ceased my habit of ranting over the state of the world; it’s pretty fruitless, given humanity’s predilection for denying the truth of reality, and, of our own nature. Occasionally, though, a pearl will draw my attention, & require a short outburst to relieve the pressure that might otherwise build into a larger, more explosive rant, thus sparing all of us the emotional stress. See, I can be nice!


Today, I’ll be even nicer, & spare y’all from any further blather, whether coherent, or nonsensical; the rest of today’s mess is ready, such as it may be; I’ve spent more time than was wise getting it to this point. Since I wouldn’t want to waste that effort, (without considering whether it’s worthwhile to make it at all…), why don’t we just get on with it?


Shall we Pearl?….


“If your lead pencil is less than three inches long,

and still equipped with  a virgin eraser,

you are about as close to perfection as this world will  allow you to be.”


~~ Esoteric Bee ~~


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Today’s musical selection was chosen for its quality of content, if no other reason; this isn’t to say there are not others. It only means I was listening to the concert last night, and noted just how well the band Knopfler put together for this tour played together. When one adds the exquisite voice Emmylou brings to the party, the possibility for ‘joyful noise’ become endless. I can sincerely attest, they made that grade several times in this concert… I hope you enjoy it as much as I do…. By the way; the best stuff is in the latter half of the concert, though there’s nothing bad to find in the first part, either….


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An Evening Together

 Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris






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Here is a poem whose driving force came from the depths of Hell, a place I inhabited at the time it was composed…. Considering that, it’s not too shabby & I hope you enjoy it….


Measures of Intent


Hell is never far away; it slips in, then out,

like a ninja, bent on stealth and death.

Living metamorphoses, in the space of a breath,

sordid entropy fills us, within, and without.


Tide turns again; back and forth it tumbles,

like those little wind up toys, yet never stays.

All our efforts, all our silly little ways,

disappear like seaweed, as sanity crumbles.


The duality of reality in which we are firmly caught,

seems to inhabit every part of our natural selves.

Nothing is ever still, nor can it be placed on shelves;

we are dark, and light; balance must be taught.


Life is lived only one moment at a time,

past and future have no power to alter this at all.

We can choose to fly, or choose to fall;

finding truth, and beauty, can never be a crime.


~~ gigoid ~~


12/14/2015


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Today’s mess has been cobbled together this morning, in a fashion best described as willy-nilly, thanks to poor time management on my part. Go figure, eh? Added to that, Smart Bee decided to go on hiatus, flatly refusing to give up more than a single pearl, after which it simply presented me with the worst it has. To save time, and build-up of nasty angst, I went to search for an old-school pearl for this section in the archives. I found this, which is the third Pearl ever posted online, on another site… For what it is, or was, it’s pretty good, so, we’ll finish off today’s effort with this blast from the distant past…. Enjoy!…


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From 6/4/2011:


Ffolkes,


Finding serenity is theoretically simple, as both the tools for reaching the state, and the actual creation of the state, are part of our inner nature, and come from within, making the search short in terms of distance. Duration is another matter; it can take a very long time, and in many cases, the search never ends. Even when it can be found, the nature of the outer world makes it nearly impossible to hold on to serenity for long periods; something about a quiet, contented human just sticks in the craw of the universe; it inevitably challenges our ability to maintain our inner peace, usually in a dramatic, often dangerous fashion. It therefore becomes important for each of us who desires serenity in life to identify and keep handy the tools we use to bring about this state of blissful content, and maintain their usefulness. In short, stay chill dudes, and party on!…….


2 is not equal to 3, not even for large values of 2. — Grabel’s Law (another one for the math geeks, like me….I think this is hilarious!) (and is good advice as well…..)


“The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in times of great moral crises maintain their neutrality.” — Dante Alighieri 321


Integrity is the superlative strategy. <—- honesty is the best policy


“The map is not the territory.” — Alfred Korzbyski


“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes any way I want to. ” — Stripes the tiger


Always try to stop talking before people stop listening.


Bearing the last in mind, we bid thee adieu for another turning of the planet….. y’all take care out there….


Note from 2017: As our old friend Porky would say, that’s all ffolkes!….


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In keeping with Porky’s admonition, this section shall remain free of disingeniousness, thereby bolstering our karmic account. Of course, the use of legerdemain could cancel that out, but, what the hell? We’re done for today, & there’s still no law against it. As to that, I say, enough! I’ll also add, yes, I am odd, but, then, I try to be, so, it’s all good. I’ll see y’all soon, ffolkes; on that you may rely….


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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Ffolkes,


Good morrow, or, so it would seem, were it not for the other issues encountered upon arising from the arms of Morpheus, the foremost of which, no coffee, nor any sugar for it, places this corner of the world in severe jeopardy. Add that to the number I apparently did on my skeleton during my overlong journey to the City for meds, & you might see why no fresh Pearl was produced for today. Hell, I never even got started. So, here, to sublimate my OCD need to post, is a Pearl from 2015, just prior to entering Hell, which came out pretty well, all things considered. I hope you enjoy it, while I intend to recover, as much as possible, & get some actual work done. Wish me luck on that, as I’m sure it will be needed. I intend to be back tomorrow; let’s see how that goes, eh? Y’all be well, & stay strange….


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Ffolkes,






“Ward, I’m worried about the Beaver.”
~~ June Cleaver ~~
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Good morning…. Wait! Scratch that…. Reverse it….



Morning. Good…. I guess. Perhaps, if it hadn’t begun at 0133, my greeting wouldn’t sound as grumpy; since it did, we’ll all have to deal with it. Not that such an event is out of the ordinary….. No, sir, around here, the hour we get up is what we call a Mystery of Life, not susceptible to prediction, or, for that matter, to any sort of consistency, beyond the simple fact we hope it will happen at all….



Now, for some, that might be considered just a little snarky; for us, it’s high hopes. I have decided to give up sleeping altogether, I think. It doesn’t seem to be working out well, so, I may as well be constructive, & try to get something done…



I know. I’ll make a…


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Ffolkes,


“Murder is always a mistake….

One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.”


~~ Oscar Wilde ~~


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Midsummer colors….


Hajime…. Though I know ‘hope’ to be, in general, a denial of reality, I still allowed myself to entertain some, investing it in my wish to write a most excellent Pearl, including a bright, catchy, and compelling intro section. As usual, ‘hope’ fails the test of time, & while all the elements of a decent piece of work are present, the bright, compelling part has shown  itself to be rather problematic. This, of course, is a natural function of my brain, to find even the simplest of tasks problematic; I can’t be positive, but, it’s a pretty sure bet it’s my own fault…. I mean, given my history, (I AM a human…), and my  inclinations, (curmudgeon-in-training….), whom else can I blame?….


Still, I guess I can be content with having completed it, at all; my recent lack of consistency, while unsurprising after so much time, still manages to cause me a bit of unwanted and unfamiliar guilt, which, having completed today’s task in a relatively timely, if uncomfortably rushed fashion, can be dismissed as misguided, for today, anyway. As for tomorrow, well, I AM old enough to know better than to place much faith or hope in THAT; after all, as we all know, tomorrow may never come, right? Right. So, we’ll regard that as a fait accompli, which if you think about it, is a pretty neat trick….


What? That last reference is unclear? SIGH…. It must be the extra scoop of coffee I put in the basket this morning; got me typing nearly as fast as I’m thinking. That’s always a confusing thing when one starts discussing matters of time; past, present, future are all rather uniquely related, in a very real way, & our imagination, while a powerful tool, usually isn’t up to the task of keeping them all in their appropriate places, actually believing it has the power to do so in reality, as well as in the mind…. Silly humans. Ah, well, don’t fret; it’ll all be clear eventually, & if not, well, it will give you something to chew over in those quiet moments….


As for me/us, & today’s Pearl, well, we’ll practice what we preach, & get on with it, any time now. In fact, isn’t that our signal? Yes, yes it is, and, look! We’ve already been cleared for landing, or, take-off…. It’s our choice, & I promise, we’ll make it as random as we can….


Shall we Pearl?….


“The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.”


~~ Henrik Ibsen, “An Enemy of the People”, 1882 ~~


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Today’s music is one of our default selections, used when I can’t think of anything else, & time is short. Go figure, eh? It’s well worth a listen, and even more worth donating a small bit of gelt, to an organization that works for peace through music…. Enjoy!….


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Augmentation: Inner Aye


Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.

Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.

Between the light and the darkness of fear

find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.


Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;

eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.

Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue

fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.


Capable hands severed, able hands tied;

the future is angry, all but now denied.

Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale

nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.


Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;

watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.

Logical solutions refuse to emulsify

forever pretending to cruelly crucify.


Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,

never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.

Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold

imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.


Ages past have no time for repetition;

further chances only lead to perdition.

Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,

for a thousand sand castles, never built.


~~ gigoid ~~


3/2/2016


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Naked Pearls


Um… Isn’t it obvious?….


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“When we look at a rock

what we are seeing is not the rock,

but the effect of the rock upon us.”


~~ Bertrand Russell ~~


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“When it’s dark enough you can see the stars.”


~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


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“Down in their hearts, wise men know this truth:

the only way to help yourself is to help others.”


~~ Elbert Hubbard ~~


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“How many cares one loses

when one decides not to be something

but to be someone.”


~~ Coco Chanel ~~


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“Big, undreamed-of things.

The people on the edge see them first.”


~~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr ~~


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“The real voyage of discovery

consists not in seeking new lands,

but in seeing with new eyes.”


~~ Marcel Proust ~~


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“It is something to be able to paint a particular picture,

or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful;

but it is far more glorious to carve and paint

the very atmosphere and medium through which we look,

which morally we can do.

To affect the quality of the day,

that is the highest of arts.”


~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Where I Live”


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I’m fairly certain there are any number of appropriate techniques for ending today’s outburst, but, since I can’t think of any of them, how about I just say, see ya, ffolkes? Hey, it’s always good to try something new, especially when it offers the possibility of getting out of this intact. In that spirit, y’all stay stay alert, & I’ll see ya on the flip side….


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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Ffolkes,


As iterated in the previous post, I’m re-blogging today to sublimate my failure at creating anything new & fresh. The previous post was from the ancient days here at ECR, in 2011. This one shows the evolution that took place in the intervening time, nearly four years of daily posting. I hope you enjoy today’s double blast from the past…. As our favorite Terminator noted, “I’ll be back”. Take that how you please; I’ll be here anyway…. See ya, ffolkes….


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Ffolkes,






“One’s mind is like a knife. 
If you don’t sharpen it, it gets rusty.”
~~ Nien Cheng ~~
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Doh! NOT Downwind, Leo! You’re supposed to stalk upwind!
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Good morrow, Gentle Reader…. Not to worry; today’s intro is being returned to its most efficient format…. Watch and learn….



Shall we Pearl?



“Don’t teach your children what to think; just teach them to think.” — Tannenbaum



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Ffolkes,


I don’t have a fresh Pearl; the heat got me yesterday. However, in searching for a re-blog, I found this ancient Pearl, created during my initial month of posts here on WP. It has some decent blather, showing hints of later Pearls, as I felt my way into the blog world… Nobody liked it, & I’m not sure anyone ever saw it, so, here it is, with another chance at going viral…. Not much chance of that, I guess, but, hey, it will do for now… In fact, it will do for the day, but for the OTHER Pearl I also intend to re-blog… Just chalk it up to OCD, & I’ll see y’all tomorrow, with fresh material…. Well, it’ll be as fresh as I can make it, anyway…. See ya, and, enjoy!….


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Ffolkes,

This is definitely a different sort….it floats. Of course if it didn’t we’d just have to find one, or fix one, that would show the same characteristic. It’s a dirty, lonely job, but somebody has to hate it, so why not us? It’s not as if they aren’t paying us well, right?…..And if it was so bad we couldn’t take it, it would just fall to someone who didn’t know the right way to hold one. So let’s have no more nonsense; just get in there and grab it by the toe and start twisting…..right? Alright then…..
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Ffolkes,


Yesterday, for the first time ever, I got to spend the morning with both my grandchildren, along with their dad and aunt, my kids. We went fishing on the harbor, then had lunch at a local favorite spot…. The healing power of family is, I can attest, immense, and welcome…


It does also mean no Pearl got done, which is why you’re seeing this re-blog today. I’ll try to get a fresh Pearl done for tomorrow, but, what with demon wars, & BBR interventions, that remains a question only Time may answer… Until then, enjoy this older piece, from the time near the end of my sojourn to Hell & back… It’s really not too shabby, so, enjoy!….


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Ffolkes,






“Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.” 
~~ Edward Abbey ~~
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     This is a note from gigoid’s robot blog writer, Arthur, with a message from gigoid….. He doesn’t feel up to writing today, so he asked me to finish today’s Pearl…. Since I’m a professional model, I won’t bother with gigoid’s usual introductory section, but, will instead take y’all directly into the main part of today’s post. Trust me, it will be best…. and, gigoid has given me free rein to produce this as I see fit, so, you’ll just have to deal…. Okay, okay, one joke….



“If a man is talking in the forest, and there is no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong?” — Jenny Weber



According to my robotic database, that is supposed to be a joke. There is, however, a footnote, that not all will find it funny…


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Ffolkes,


“In the bigger scheme of things,

the universe is not asking us to do something,

the universe is asking us to be something.

And that’s a whole different thing.”


~~ Lucille Clifton ~~


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Harbor view at high tide, from the esplanade….


Hajime…. It has been four days since I last wrote…. anything significant. In that time, my muse went away, along with much of my sanity; it’s been, shall we say, an ‘interesting’ time. In fact, I still don’t feel much like writing, but, there is still SOME degree of social consciousness floating around in what now passes for my mind, & I thought it would be good to let those few ffolkes who come regularly know I am alive, and, within reason, as well as can be expected…. for an old fart with more life under his belt than he, perhaps, knows what to do with….


The battle for sanity continues, though with somewhat less bloodshed. It’s strange to be experiencing the symptoms of PTSD so strongly, & my only cogent thought on why involves the physical issues that I also am battling, as I realized the emotional content of what is going on in my head is all attached to past events, not present, yet, it is the present in which I must cope… It has long been known that stress & disturbance in the ‘gut’, (i.e., the digestive system) often cause such emotional purging; it was noted first in women who had multiple abdominal surgeries (C-sections, etc.), & was determined to be a relatively general human condition; when our midsection is under ‘attack’, whether from internal or external forces, it will unleash emotions, past or present, at high volume & strength…


Knowing what might be behind my issues only makes it understandable. This allows one to create some emotional space in which to think, but, doesn’t make any of it any simpler, or easier…. just more explainable…. and, it isn’t done, for my gut has a LOT of healing to do. It is getting the help it needs from me, but, the ultimate effect must be borne by my mind, currently under attack from self-imposed demonic possession…. Sounds like a party, doesn’t it? NOT….


Oh well, so be it. I hope to be able to write soon; for now, I am on hiatus, and will remain so for the foreseeable near future. The Pearl you see today is all there is, as I haven’t even been able to get Smart Bee to cooperate much, thus precluding one of my more stabilizing activities… Probably Murphy’s fault there, but, he only gets us where we leave ourselves vulnerable, so, I can’t complain about that. I will merely say, I’ll be back, for I can feel much in me still to purge, & it’s gotta go somewhere, right? Right…. For today, all that means is, what you see, from this point on, is what you get. So be it….


Shall we Pearl?….


“Courage is not the absence of fear,

but rather the judgment

that something else is more important than fear.”


~~ Ambrose Redmoon ~~


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Default day, so, default music…. Enjoy!…..


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“Haiku’s inventor

must have had seven fingers

on his middle hand.”


~~ Smart Bee ~~


Tally Ho…


Mornings bring quiet

as the demons go to rest.

But, where do they go?


Sanity recedes

into insignificance.

Only Now exists.


We create it all

out of fear and memory.

Yet spirit abides.


If only poems

would flow out as easily

as our pain flows in.


Ah, well, said the sage;

Now is all we ever have

for eternity.


~~ gigoid ~~


7/16/2017


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Naked Pearls


Use the wrist, Luke….


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“Pluralitas non ponenda est sine necessitate.”

(Multiplicity is not to be asserted when it is unnecessary.)


~~ William of Occam [Occam’s Razor] ~~


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“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love

will have the final word in reality.”


~~ Martin Luther King ~~


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“Even a fool knows that you can’t touch the stars,

but it doesn’t stop a wise man from trying.”


~~ Judge Harry T. Stone ~~


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“The happiness and unhappiness of the rational, social animal

depends not on what he feels but on what he does;

just as his virtue and vice consist not in feeling but in doing.”


~~ Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, Meditations, ix, 16 ~~


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“The man who has no imagination has no wings.”


~~ Muhammad Ali ~~


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“How many Zen masters does it take to change a light bulb?

A tree in a golden forest.”


~~ Sagacious Bee ~~


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“You grok?”


~~ Michael Valentine Smith ~~


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Well, apparently, I had more in there than I knew. As I’ve said before, so be it. I believe I also said, WYSIWYG, so, there you go. I’ll be back as soon as I finish off these demons, but, won’t bother to try to predict how long it might take…. I will, however, be back, on that you may rely…. 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….