Notice: Hiatus….

Ffolkes,

“The moment in which you confront your own death
is the moment in which you are most totally alive.”

~~ Solomon Short ~~

Fooles pond

Northern California Idyll….

Hajime…. Today, as I sit to begin, I feel a sadness, having naught to do with today’s mess, as such, but, rather at the passage of time, and the changes we experience, not always comfortably. The sadness is rooted in my decision to acknowledge the demands of the body, and the real world, as opposed to using the mind as primary source for purpose, searching for sanity and balance in the cybersphere. For more than six years, since August, 2011, I have used this blog as the cornerstone of my existence, spending hours a day on my ass in front of Arthur (my computer’s name….), while I explored the consensual reality we call cyberspace, using the time spent as distraction from the physical issues with which I was plagued for so long….

Now, having taken important steps to correct the lifestyle issues making, and keeping me sick and in pain, and, having made significant progress toward regaining much of my former physical status as a warrior/scholar, I must acknowledge two things…. First, I can no longer afford to spend the time on my ass; doing so exacerbates too many of the physical conditions I am trying to overcome, and it makes little sense to keep doing the main thing I do that keeps me from getting healthier…. Second, my recent absence, and lack of consistency in posting, has lost me most of my readership. I can say that with sad confidence, as my last fresh post, on the 10th of April, received fewer than 10 Likes…. and the last post, a reblog of an early Pearl, has not had a single Like in the five days since I posted it…. Even the six or eight most faithful of those who stopped by regularly have been absent; I haven’t actually gone to look at the stats, but, that tells me traffic to my site has gone seriously delinquent….

SIGH…. A natural result, I would guess, to also having stopped visiting other sites to read…. a decision forced on me by my inability to sit, and my increasingly failing vision…. Typing this is hard enough, considering I must do so in spurts of a few minutes at a time, while even trying to read over what has been typed is problematic…. All in all, I am unsurprised at my lack of readership; I’ve managed to stop doing all the stuff that would bring ffolkes back, merely by being absent both here, and out there….

All that being said, with at least some relevant purpose, I come now to the main purpose behind this long-winded explanation, which is this: I am taking a hiatus from blogging. The guilt/angst I felt for so long when I didn’t post is gone; I feel fine about it, and, frankly, am enjoying my time on walkabout, out in the BBR, actually engaging with humanity…. though the latter does tend to wear on my patience. After all, I AM still a curmudgeon, & prefer the company of dogs, cats, & even squirrels to that of most humans. But, even my impatience is a valuable lesson, so, I’m content with my current life….

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but, will offer this to anyone who feels any sense of loss; my email is still listed in my profile. which can be found on the right side of my home page here on WP. Please feel free to contact me at that address, as email will be my primary focus any time I sit to do banking, or business, using the computer. Most of my time will be spent trying to get back to full conditioned status, so I don’t have to follow so many of the paradigms that go along with getting older; I much prefer to be able to do what I want to do, without having to take steps to prevent injury or fatigue….

That’s it. I’m outta here, after finishing the following Pearl, & I won’t be back for what promises to be quite some time, if ever…. Who knows, maybe y’all will hear from me in a different venue, playing music, or pursuing some form of entertainment in the Big Blue Room?…. In short, I’m off to find my bliss….

Or, if you wish to stay in touch, email me, & I will answer, just as I still answer the phone when it rings…. For now, let’s see what I managed to cobble together for your final Pearl of Virtual Wisdom…. That, by the way, looks like this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“It is impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

***************************************

billy joel

Billy Joel

Image from wcmf.com via Google Images

I don’t think this artist needs much introduction; he’s been around long enough most everyone knows how good he is. My only comment is to enjoy; it really doesn’t get much better than this….

***************************************

Billy Joel Live

***************************************

***************************************

***************************************

Samurai

Bushido is this:
Haiku and a katana.
Arcane art, indeed.

~~ gigoid ~~

4/15/2018

Comedy_Tragedy

Bulletin

Patterns exist to bring sanity, if illusory, at best;
follicular, reality seems to slip and slide.
Still, formal insanity consistently fails the ultimate test,
why place faith in answers. from which truth can hide?

Following the music brings us back in good time;
forever seemingly retreats from relevance.
Crazy, time stands still with yet another innovative rhyme,
no burgeoning intentions for sale, to shimmy. or dance.

Folly sits easily upon this brow;
fateful and afraid, entropy bows in shame.
Into the river of time, slowly, forgetful of how
courage gives strength, no matter the game.

Capricious, the muse demands obedient attention
at risk of exhibiting true durance vile.
Bereft, single copies sit unused, despite all intention;
while singular examples of fate pass at the stile.

Seminal events bring their own weight;
no scale necessary, no guessing by eye, or hand.
Only one lesson to learn, just pay the freight;
the music is playing, and you’re part of the band.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/6/2016

***************************************

pearls_3

Naked Pearls

Further notes on Life @ Large….

*******

“Self-reflection is the school of wisdom.”

~~ Balthasar Gracian ~~

*******

“Joy is not in things; it is in us.”

~~ Richard Wagner ~~

*******

“The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt within the heart.”

~~ Helen Keller ~~

*******

“A bird does not sing because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song.”

~~ Chinese proverb ~~

*******

“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”

~~ Lao Tzu ~~

*******

“Remember this,–that very little is needed to make a happy life.”

~~ Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, “Meditations”, vii, 67 ~~

*******

“You can’t always get what you want,
but if you try sometimes
you get what you need.”

~~ The Rolling Stones ~~

*******

***************************************

There you have it. In truth, it came out well, & I’m happy enough to offer it up as the final Pearl…. for now. I can’t say how long until I might return, but, it’s going to be a good while…. When I do, I’ll try to let y’all know, but, don’t hold your breath. Just follow the same caveats I’ve been presenting for a long time, for I know them to be worthwhile…. Be well, be happy, and, most important, stay strange…. I love you all, and go now, to show that love out in the real world….

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

Featured Image -- 8561

À bientôt, mon cherí….


		
Advertisements

Salvation lay in perfecting a peony in fuchsia….

Ffolkes,

Of late, the ranting in which I’ve engaged has become somewhat strident, to my ears…. Some unkind persons might take it upon themselves to say I’ve gone all the way over, into shrill cacophony, but, as yet, I don’t think I’ve quite achieved that particularly annoying attribute, so painful to the inner ear, though not for lack of effort, I’m sure….. The reason for this is merely my own sense of diffuse anxiety and imminent disaster, probably due to my PTSD…. which tends to mark ALL crises as personal, y’know? It doesn’t matter whether the crisis is right here, in my house, or out there, in the Big Blue Room, in Washington D.C., or some other place where history is happening…. Any crisis situation, to which I become attuned, brings out the worst of my all-too-familiar left-over fears and anxieties, forcing me to  experience the full onslaught of emotion that accompanies them, whenever they show up…

This is why I’ve fallen into ranting in the intro section; when the rants are fueled by the emotional morass inside me, they pop up in the most inconvenient places they can find, pushing their way into the conversation, no matter where it started….. Kind of like the people they are generally talking about, actually….. Convinced of their own correctness, the usual targets of my ire are those feel no compunction against letting out their innermost thoughts, regardless of what else may be called for by the conversation, by the demands of reality, or by intent of the author, to wit: me…. In other words, I’ve lost control of this blog, completely…. That, or I’ve slipped back into the pit of insanity, and it’s all gone to shit….

Nope, I can’t claim that one… I’m still here, and fairly lucid, most of the time….. Well, lucid by MY standards, which probably aren’t the same as those of normal reality…… Mine are most likely much more stringent, as I have very high standards when it comes to how my own brain works….. It may not appear that way, but, it is true, nonetheless….. Normal Reality is a much less logical, and less highly organized, place to be, compared to being in my head, most of the time…. I can probably never actually convince anyone of the truth of that assertion, but, it is the absolute truth, regardless of how things may appear from the other side….

In fact, a lot of what is visible is illusion, just like out there in the real world….. I don’t show ALL my cards at once, not until the last bet is called, as my daddy taught me so long ago….. Okay, now I’ve really done it….. Here I am, talking about my daddy, and what he taught me, before I even wake up enough to realize I’m even writing…. How did I get here? What in the hell am I talking about? Is there any hope for this Pearl? I’d better take a step back, and look at this from a new viewpoint… Be right back, ffolkes…

Ah, okay, found the primary contributing issue…. I forgot this….

“Avoid running at all times.” — Satchel Paige

Satchel gave what is no doubt the best advice for living that I’ve seen, especially given his lack of education….. But, sometimes, as is obvious here, too much education can be an issue, as well, causing as much trouble for its possessors as it does to solve those troubles…. In my case, it only leads to verbal indigestion, but, that can be uncomfortable enough, believe me…. I also found, during my inner troubleshooting episode, that I had been forgetting the following aphorism, to wit: Hanlon’s Razor…. It becomes clear that I’ve been a bit harsh to the BRC, as well as to the priestly hierarchies, and the fools who inhabit them….

“Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.” — Hanlon’s Razor

In other words, ffolkes, they can’t help being the way they are, so shouting at the top of my lungs to make them change their ways is NOT going to be an effective technique for instituting, or encouraging, any such changes…. But, then, I’ve always known, to some extent, that what I do here is shouting into the wind; I’m just one unknown, inconspicuous guy, with no societal props, or creds, as they say on the street, to make people pay attention to what I have to say….

As noted above, I seem to have lost all sense of direction, if not my sanity as well, so we may as well just get on with this, and try to put this one out of its misery…. Shall we Pearl?…..

“As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.” — Henry David Thoreau
_____________________________

It is now the middle of the week, a segment of time that has little meaning to those of us who no longer work…. One of the more interesting issues I’ve noticed since retiring is how flexible time becomes….. The various little segments of time we use to describe different periods, such as “week”, “day”, “month”, “hour”, etc. have meaning to me only for keeping track of specific events that will occur at specific times… Otherwise, there is no strong reason to pay any attention to those distinctions, as one day, or one hour, is much the same in importance as the next, with little to tell one from another, (especially for those of us to whom Reality is a slippery concept, hard to grasp and/or hold for long, before it morphs into something else entirely…..).

The best part about this new scenario is, one assumes a great deal of control over each of those categories of time, by possessing the right and power to decide whether or not to acknowledge them at all; when we do, what we do with that time, too, is ours to choose, rather than being manipulated and/or controlled by the want and needs of other people….. Our time, after so long, is our own, to do with as we please, and it is a heady experience….

What does this have to do with creating a Pearl, or searching for pearls?….. Well, obviously, nothing much, but, then, it also has EVERYTHING to do with that process…. as it is entirely MY choice as to where we go from here… and, I say, let’s go find some GOOD STUFF…. Of course, I’ll leave the definition of GOOD STUFF up to random chance, but, hey, it sounds good, right?… Well, I think so, and it’s my blog, so there…. Sorry, don’t mean to get silly, or huffy, just having too much fun here…. Let’s go see what SB has today for us to find…..

“Growing old is not for sissies or the faint of heart.” — Smart Bee

“Let us not say, every man is the architect of his own fortune; but let us say, every man is the architect of his own character.” — George Dana Boardman

“A closed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.” — Chinese Proverb

“I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

“For when I was a babe and wept and slept, Time crept. When I was a boy and laughed and talked, Time walked. Then when the years saw me a man, Time ran. But as I older grew, Time flew.” — Guy Pentreath

“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” — Mark Twain

When speaking of aging, and time, who better to finish with?….. I like how this turned out, but, it needs two addenda, making this a nine-star pearl,  in order to have the absolutely correct feel….

“Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.” — John Webster (c. 1580-1625) — Westward Ho, Act ii, Sc. 2

“We all have a face that we hide away forever,
And we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.
Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather.
They’re the faces of the stranger and we love to try them on.”

— Billy Joel, The Stranger
_____________________________

Some days, this process is rather a revelation, in terms of what the presence of entropy in the universe can do to how we view reality….. I went to find a poem for the rather odd mood I’m in today, and found a perfect candidate on the first try….. Here is a poem, which I find to be quite complex and intricate in its very simplicity… and quite powerful for all that…. It’s from a poet new to me, who sadly died recently, though not without recognition for his work… His name is Seamus Heaney, an Irish Poet Laureate….

 

Follower

 

My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly.

I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his back
Dipping and rising to his plod.

I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.

I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away.

~~ Seamus Heaney ~~

_____________________________

This is what I call a left-over pearl; these kept popping up for consideration while I was looking for the pearls in section one. Since they all were connected, obviously, by subject matter and/or intent, it seemed wasteful not to use them…. so, here is another randomly chosen pearl, but with more of a point to it, critically speaking…. Seven stars should be enough….. Works for me…

“In America, anyone can become president.  That’s one of the risks you take.” — Adlai E. Stevenson

“The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.” — Helen Keller

“Reason transformed into prejudice is the worst form of prejudice, because reason is the only instrument for liberation from prejudice.” — Allan Bloom, The Closing of the American Mind

“Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.” — George Bernard Shaw

CABBAGE, n.  “A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man’s head. The cabbage is so called from Cabagius, a prince who on ascending the throne issued a decree appointing a High Council of Empire consisting of the members of his predecessor’s Ministry and the cabbages in the royal garden.  When any of his Majesty’s measures of state policy miscarried conspicuously it was gravely announced that several members of the High Council had been beheaded, and his murmuring subjects were appeased.” — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

“As you know, I planned a trip out there for some time, so it fits in very nicely.” — President George Bush, on his trip to LA after the riots

“Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we’re looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn’t test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.” — P.J. O’Rourke
_____________________________

“I don’t have a weird sense of humor. Your reality is just weird.” — Smart Bee, speaking for gigoid again…..

As I suspected after writing the intro section, this turned on me, into an epic effort; I haven’t taken this long to put out a Pearl for quite a while…. Let’s see if it was worth all the perseverance and dedication…..

As I noted above, today’s effort has been somewhat of a revelation…. With a few minor tweaks and/or edits, it turned out pretty well, all things considered, so I’ll once again consider myself fortunate, and will post and be done with it, until tomorrow….

Hmm…. maybe, someday, someone will see one of these Pearls, even a strange one like this, and think it worthwhile to bring to the attention of the world at large…. Nah, that’s too much like a fantasy, or a sitcom scenario…. which would, given the nature of this beast, probably result in lasting harm to the space-time continuum, and a huge alteration of history…. Never mind, probably not a good idea….. Until tomorrow, then….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest  Carole, Mark, and Theresa…
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

dozer3