Sweet sorrow, my ass….

Ffolkes,

“Every day passes whether you participate or not.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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Another View Outside the Door Into Summer


“One of these things is not like the other…” — Numerous Sesame Street characters at various times

A few days ago, the opening picture was also one of my own photos, taken outside my back door, here in Northern California, this February, in what the rest of the world considers the dead of winter, almost two-thirds of the way to Spring. The East Coast has been pounded by massive storms; blizzards, hurricanes, all sorts of weather which, though seasonal, keeps breaking old records for the most massive storms in history. Today, as I write this, I’m sitting in my living room, with no heat on, a window and door open for ventilation, without a shirt, because it’s too warm to wear one indoors…. even for an old man who can’t take the cold like he used to….

But, hey, there’s no such thing as global warming, or unalterable climate changes taking place, so, why worry about it? It certainly isn’t snowing here, so, I guess I’ll go for a walk today in the sunshine, to take some more pictures of evidence of the world, trying to warn us of our impending doom….

Oops…. Sorry, ffolkes, I forgot. No ranting in the intro…. But, but, ffolkes, it’s just so bloody tempting! SIGH…. Ah me, so much for this attempt to open up with aplomb, or, even, coherency. Not that I care overmuch about coherency, so long as I can find it in myself to spout some nonsense, but, I’m not sure how I’d do at that today. I’m not feeling very silly; that generally means if I try to be funny, or apply silly to what I write, I end up displaying bozoid tendencies, more so than any wisdom, or style, or any other sort of communication to stimulate the slightest interest, beyond the expected snickering at my discomfiture….

Y’all should remember, though, anyone who can use the word discomfiture isn’t going to let a little thing like propriety, or mainstream morality get in the way of getting this Pearl done. No way. I’ve done this too long now to listen to the ignorant, any more than I ever did, other than to keep track of whatever they are babbling about, just for the purposes of intel…. Remember? “Keep your friends close, etc…..” Beyond the bare minimum necessary to keep them in my sights, I ignore them as much as possible…. It doesn’t mean I don’t know they’re there…. (Not bad… two of the three “there’s”, each used correctly…)

It does mean my paranoia is in good working order, though, so, perhaps it would be best now to get on with the making of today’s mess, so I can get back afterward in time to take the appropriate medication to keep me from going postal on anyone before lunch. Perhaps it would be best if you ducked now….

Shall we Pearl?

“A form of open-mindedness is the pathway to wisdom. Close your mind and you open the way for ignorance to flourish, but you will never even know it.” — Smart Bee

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These two artists are responsible for a LOT of the tunes I grew up with in the 60’s and 70’s. Watching them play together after all these years was a more emotional experience than I’d imagined; I found myself tearing up at song after song. It was also fun to see the two of them having such fun playing together; they were feuding for many years, and it’s nice to know they’ve healed the breach…. Enjoy, ffolkes, this one is a real treat, a true walk through a gentler past…

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Carole King and James Taylor Live at the Troubadour

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Le Penseur, The Thinker, Auguste Rodin, photo from The Rodin Museum web site


Sometime during my teens, I stopped trying to convince myself to give in to the pressure applied by peers, and well-meaning adults, to join the Presbyterian Church, where I’d been attending with my family for some years. I had begun a study of as many different faiths as I could find time to do, without ever getting so far into it as to call myself a religious scholar, discovering in those studies I could not bring myself to be hypocritical enough to claim belief in the credo they espoused. Any of them.

This decision was not because of a lack of spiritual feeling (I wouldn’t have bothered to look for answers, if that were the case), but, more of an acceptance of the rightness of my choice, to NOT pretend to believe what I could only consider a very complex set of dogmatic derivations, having nothing to do with reality, but, in truth, were deductively and erroneously based on specific delusions, regarding forces of nature we humans do not, as yet, fully understand. Ascribing those forces to be the result of supernatural causes seemed a bit specious, if not completely lacking in evidence to support such their existence, thus, highly unlikely.

I suppose I always felt what H. L. Mencken said in the third pearl below; everything I heard about how cool and special God, and religion were supposed to be, all seemed to me to be pretty improbable. Since this improbability was supposedly supported by what I found to be merely interpretations, and opinions of reality, not reality itself, I could never find any good reason to buy into any of it…. In short, I recognized what I heard as a made-up story, designed to soothe people’s fears about a universe they could not comprehend…. I always figured, if we don’t know, well, let’s find out. Why make something up? But, I guess that’s just me…. At the time, I’d never heard of Nancy Reagan, but, I’ve always been glad I “just said no.”

Below are seven pearls which, sort of, speak to how I view the concept of religion, as one of the primary reasons for a large part of the reason Mankind continues to act more like an brutish naked ape than an advanced, ethical sentient entity. The  God of the Christians, as is apparently true with most Gods I’ve looked into, acts much like a wounded, maddened predator, insanely attacking all who come near. Almost all of the deities I found in my reading over the years, all had a common cruelty, a mercilessness completely antagonistic to human feeling, which, naturally, mirrors the trait in humans, thus giving divine attribution to our most base emotions…. According to what I read, most gods show the behavior of a spoiled child, a trait unfortunately reproduced in His followers….

HE, Yahweh, or Allah, all same/same, seemed, to me, always ready to use any cruelty or violence to achieve His ends, threatening Hellfire and damnation for the slightest disobedience, while claiming to be merciful. Have you seen some of the stuff God has had his followers do in His name? In today’s world, they all continue to act out their insane bigotry and ignorance…. but, now, there are billions upon billions of followers, of all sorts of vicious butthead gods, and they have shiny new toys to kill each other with, with increasing ferocity and destructiveness…. What a bloody mess….

Nope, God just never has been my kind of dude, for sure, much less what I’d be looking for a in a god…. But, even I could see, back before I had so much rational proof of how wise was my decision, it sure does make life easy for those who hang with God, using his ‘grace’ to either justify their actions, or remove the blame for any of them, as long as the conditions of membership in the club are met….

Ah, well, here, this is what I mean, more glibly, if not more clearly…. Sometimes, that’s how it works with metaphor….

Say first, of God above or man below,

What can we reason but from what we know?

~~ Alexander Pope — Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 17 ~~


“Any system of religion which has anything in it which offends the mind of a child cannot be a true system.” — Thomas Paine

“Faith may be defined briefly as an illogical belief in the occurrence of the improbable.” — H. L. Mencken, “Prejudices”, Series iii

“Preacher to me: “A dollar for the Lord, brother?” Me to preacher: “That’s all right, I’m headed his way. I’ll give it to him when I see him.” — Edward Abbey

“Pray, pray very much; but beware of telling God what you want.” — French Proverb

“If the average man is made in God’s image, then such a man as Beethoven or Aristotle is plainly superior to God.” — H. L. Mencken

“…and remember you’re a Man, not just a god, and for you there aren’t and never will be any easy answers, only questions, and no reasons, only causes, and no meaning, only intelligence, and no destination and no kindly magic smiling down from above, and no fires to goad you from below, only Yourself and the Universe and what you make out of the interface between the two equals.” — Keith Laumer, _Night of Delusions_

Okay, so, it wasn’t all THAT…. Look at it this way. It wasn’t a rant…. Well, not much of one…. After all, I didn’t shout, not once….

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“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.” — Robert Frost

Placidly falling in amber waves: old friends
Whiskey, oh, whiskey, I’d forgotten thy balm,
thy loving spread of lassitude, and nature’s own calm.
Misery and pain flee in squalid disorganization,
leaving mirth, happily embraced, in just consolation.

James, old friend, thou has not abandoned me at all,
steadfast and loyal, ever ready to answer my softest call.
Ephemeral illusions of normality come at your instigation
blessed moments of peaceful joy, sans vilification.

Gasps of coherence pound at the door to conscious thought,
muffled explosive memories of battles already fought.
Malleable as the changeable airs of time and circumstance
plaintive calls to reason stand not a single, honest chance.

Sober again, reality’s cold reign brings a new day
ringing in old changes in a new-fashioned way.
To know true freedom’s release from our everyday pain
Is worth a bit of headache, even in the cold, pouring rain.

~~ gigoid ~~

~~ two sheets to the wind, and back ~~

“You will find poetry nowhere, unless you bring some with you.”

~~ Joseph Joubert ~~


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It occurred to me the other day, as I sat to peruse SB for an old-school pearl, my greatest enemy is reality. I’ve fought it successfully for 64 years, now, finally reaching a point where I am relatively certain of the outcome; in short, I’m winning, mostly.

On the heels of such a perfectly egotistical proclamation, allow me to also say, in this case, given much of what history has taught me, a draw may be considered a win, so, don’t think I’m getting too big for my britches. I’m well aware of my bozoid tendencies; in my mind, that makes coming out dead even (so to speak) all the more an admirable, if not impossibly unlikely, outcome, to an what has certainly been an epic ordeal… and, it’s not over yet!

Hence, the following nine-star, sort of fresh pearl, which, you will note, is bookended by Zippy. That ought to give you a clue as to the meaning of the gestalt concept at which SB apparently took aim, with unusual precision; all nine came up one after the other, with only one extra, usable elsewhere… Pretty nifty, I thought…. and, so will you. Enjoy, ffolkes, and try not to hurt yourself falling out of the chair…

“I’m having an emotional outburst!!” — Zippy the Pinhead

Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum — “I think that I think, therefore I think that I am.” — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

“…life is long enough if it is well-spent.” — Erasmus

“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.” — Hunter S. Thompson

“But Aristarchus of Samos brought out a book consisting of certain hypotheses, in which the premises lead to the conclusion that the universe is many times greater than that now so called.  His hypotheses are that the fixed stars and the sun remain motionless, that the earth revolves about the sun in the circumference of a circle, the sun lying in the middle of the orbit, and that the sphere of the fixed stars, situated about the same center as the sun, is so great that the circle in which he supposes the earth to revolve bears such a proportion to the distance of the fixed stars as the center of the sphere bears to its surface.” — Archimedes, The Sand-Reckoner, Third Century B.C.

“Humorous or profound remark or quotation pending.” — Smart Bee

“When two goats met on a bridge which was to narrow to allow either to pass or return, the goat which lay down that the other might walk over it was a finer gentleman than Lord Chesterfield.” — Cecil

“All those things which are now held to be of the greatest antiquity, were at one time new; and what we today hold up by example, will rank hereafter as precedent.” — Tacitus

“Life is full of surprises when you’re up th’ stream of consciousness without a paddle…” — Zippy the Pinhead

See what I meant? Okay, I’ve been cruel long enough. You may go now….

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Fortunately for me, most of this Pearl was already constructed, in pieces, which I only had to piece together today to get this done. I’m glad because I’m just not in the best of spaces, for unknown reasons…. I think I’ll take today off from dealing with anything at all complicated…. nothing more complex than, oh, say, planning my next nap…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, if I can work up the energy….

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

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


			
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“Banging” seems popular this season….

Ffolkes,

“Friends are needed both for joy and for sorrow.”

~~ Yiddish Proverb ~~

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    With a brilliant smile, and a pithy remark for the kids, the Samurai baking enthusiast shouldered his pack, took up his walking stick, and left the building with Elvis…. They didn’t know where they were going, but, they sang happily as the strode along, down the wide pathway leading from the city to the river’s edge. When they came to the water’s edge, they kept walking, straight into the swiftly flowing stream, step by step, until the water covered their heads. A couple of moments later, both men emerged, head-first from the water, as they continued their stroll up the far side of the river’s bed, to the roadway above….

Sliding into the multi-colored VW bug parked at the side of the road, the Samurai baker, turning to Elvis as he turned the key in the ancient car’s ignition, remarked, “Well, do you think any of them bought our story?” “They must have,” replied the King. “They didn’t hassle us about leaving, and if they’d known the whole story, we’d be locked up right and tight!” “You’re right, I guess,” sighed the Samurai, picking a bit of flour from his eyebrows. ” I wonder if they’ll ever get that stuff out of their town fountain’s filter?” “Who cares?”, Elvis grinned, “we’ll be on Mars by then!”

Hmm… a bit cheeky, but, not bad. I suppose, one of these days, I’m going to have to take this process a bit more seriously, by finishing at least a short story based on one of the introductory paragraphs I’ve created here over the years…. If I had any interest at all in ever making any money at this, I’d do that…. but, I don’t, so, if I were y’all, I wouldn’t hold my breath too long….

Speaking of which, I’m not going to make y’all wait too long today to get going. I’ve got a lot to do out in the BBR today, all of which promises to be a lot of fun, and very satisfying, to boot. One is allowed to hope, at least, so, I will. What I will NOT do is belabor any more points, or keep us wandering around in this section. Instead, I’m going to take advantage of that opening right THERE…. and get us out of here…. Hang on, it’ll be another bumpy ride, but, should get us where we need to go…..

Shall we Pearl?

“If we are not stupid or insincere when we say that the good or ill of man lies within his own will, and that all beside is nothing to us, why are we still troubled?” — Epictetus (c. 60 AD) — Discourses, Book i, Chap. xxv

Very good question, Epi…. We’ll get to that….

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Today’s video selection is another blast from my past… James Taylor’s album titled after one of his biggest hits, is probably one of the all-time best selling albums from that era, so much so, it can be considered to have achieved icon status… I know that it is one of the most fondly remembered albums of my youth, and still manages to hit all the sweet spots…. Enjoy, please…. I did, and am….

 

James Taylor – Sweet Baby James (1970) (Full Album) HD

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“If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them.” — Isaac Asimov

In the upcoming days/months/years, you’ll see a change in the articles I’ll be using to supplement my arguments, on those subjects about which I rant. I am really tired of depending on just one, or three, or even four news purveyors, as they have all become sycophantically similar in the weight of their computing footprint; loading their pages can take forever, even at current speeds, because they like to include as many photos, videos, and income producing ads as they can… This is an example of how businesses pander to the stupid; they have determined that most of the people on the ‘Net, especially those who will click on anything bright, shiny, or lurid, prefer pix and vids, because they don’t have to read, or think; that’s all done for them…

SFGATE, the New York Times, even the UK Guardian, all have gone to a format heavy on less than challenging materials, though some in-depth, text-heavy reporting can be found on the Guardian, with a bit of digging. Other, internet based companies, like Huff post, and Bloomberg, etc. were already more like People magazine than a hard-line news reporting outlet…. Many of them now also want the reader to register on the site before being allowed to read anything other than headlines; this is so they can obtain your profile data, allowing them to sell that information, opening the registered reader to copious amounts of spam emails, all wanting to sell something, or seduce more data out of the victim…

Rather than spending my time to search far and wide every day for interesting material, both to read, and to use to discuss current affairs, I downloaded a RSS feed aggregate program, from Source Forge, the open source software development organization online, a clearinghouse for programmers working to develop new and more powerful tools, free to all, each one written in open source programming language(s), making them open to being improved by all who use them….

Now, any time I wish, I can open the RSS Owl, and find the latest news from virtually, and literally, any number of sources I wish, including all those I used to have to visit on my own…. The aggregate organizes all of it into appropriate categories, so I can find just the type of news I wish to explore, from all over the world… It starts with several thousand RSS feeds, from all over the internet, and the world, and can filter the results to fit any key words, or types of stories I want it to focus on, giving me just those in the categories I choose…. Pretty nifty, eh? Any time I find a new source of information with an RSS feed, I can add those to my reader, and see whatever they post, within seconds of it going online….

With the national, state, and local midterm elections coming up in a couple of days, I thought it would be good to start the new format/source utilization with a report on some of the issues being decided on Tuesday, all over the country… It’s a pretty good summary piece, and pretty fair-minded for a progressive site like the Daily Kos…. Other examples of new material will follow, as sort of a new kind of pearl…. I’ll see you at the end, hopefully not a bitter one….

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2014/11/02/1340952/-Abbreviated-Pundit-Round-up-Fear-and-lying-edition?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+dailykos%2Findex+%28Daily+Kos%29

Well, there you go, ffolkes… This is how the new format, for this section, will look… or, knowing me, by tomorrow it may be completely different… But, rather than keep you now, glazing your eyes over with a rant on the upcoming election tomorrow, I’ll wait until AFTER the election, which promises to provide a wealth of material upon which to rant, as the Democrats and Republicans continue their battle for control of America’s wallet…. I’ll leave y’all with an appropriate thought, or two, as identified by our resident dB, Smart Bee….

“You are all depending for your spirituality on someone else, for your happiness on someone else, for your enlightenment on someone else…. You have been accustomed to being told how far you have advanced, what is your spiritual status. How childish! Who but yourself can tell you if you are incorruptible?… I desire those, who seek to understand me, to be free … from the fear of religion, from the fear of salvation, from the fear of spirituality, from the fear of love, from the fear of death, from the fear of life itself…. You can form other organizations and expect someone else. With that I am not concerned, nor with creating new cages, new decorations for those cages. My only concern is to set men absolutely, unconditionally free.” — Krishnamurti (1895-1986) From his last speech to the Theosophical Society

Me, too….

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One of the blogs I follow is that of a poetess of great talent, who writes under her own name, Mari Sanchez Cayuso…. She posted a blog with a short paean to Ms. Plath, which reminded me it had been a while since we’ve used her poems…. Here, then, is one of my favorites of hers, though all of what she wrote is pretty amazing…. Loosen up any resident constraints upon your imagination, ffolkes, you’ll need it to read Sylvia….

Witch Burning

In the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks.
A thicket of shadows is a poor coat. I inhabit
The wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.

It is easy to blame the dark: the mouth of a door,
The cellar’s belly. They’ve blown my sparkler out.
A black-sharded lady keeps me in parrot cage.
What large eyes the dead have!
I am intimate with a hairy spirit.
Smoke wheels from the beak of this empty jar.

If I am a little one, I can do no harm.
If I don’t move about, I’ll knock nothing over. So I said,
Sitting under a potlid, tiny and inert as a rice grain.
They are turning the burners up, ring after ring.
We are full of starch, my small white fellows. We grow.
It hurts at first. The red tongues will teach the truth.

Mother of beetles, only unclench your hand:
I’ll fly through the candle’s mouth like a singeless moth.
Give me back my shape. I am ready to construe the days
I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone.
My ankles brighten. Brightness ascends my thighs.
I am lost, I am lost, in the robes of all this light.

~~ Sylvia Plath ~~


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Y’all have been here before (unless you’re a virgin Gentle Reader…), you know what to do…. So, do it…. Today, we are, once again, talking about LIFE AT LARGE, as it applies to us naked apes….

“Everything is in a state of metamorphosis. Thou thyself art in everlasting change and in corruption to correspond; so is the whole universe.” — Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (121-180 AD) — Meditations, ix, 19

“The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.” — Albert Camus

“Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

“A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.” — Nikos Kazantzakis

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire; you will what you imagine; and at last you create what you will.” — George Bernard Shaw

“Sometimes I think we’re alone. Sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the thought is quite staggering.” — R. Buckminster Fuller

Pity this busy monster, manunkind, not.
Progress is a comfortable disease.

~~ e.e. cummings, One Times One ~~


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Today’s Pearl is now in that state in which I am able to pronounce it done… or, close enough for our purposes…. Since the BBR is calling me, I shall be off…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes….

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, the dubious

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….


Filtered through a veil of ignorant prejudice….

Ffolkes,

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the weaponry to make the difference.”

~~ Smart Bee ~~

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    Master of all I survey (a vision of my domain, which, at the moment, consists of empty pizza boxes), I am pleased to find myself undaunted by the terrifying depths of fear, instinctively  engendered by my undeniably complicated and increasingly problematic existence, or by the number of empty boxes, each of which indicates a breakdown of the will, in the ongoing battle between the lifestyle changes demanded by my new physical issues, and the strength of my lifelong tendency toward hedonism….

I suppose it is only natural, at this point in my life, to become a touch maudlin at certain times, when the realization of my own mortality happens to come to the forefront of consciousness. Each stab of pain, each achy joint, every systemic glitch we experience has the extra pleasure of reminding us we are coming to the aft end of our years; the winding down process isn’t what could be called comfortable, or comforting at all. Oh, there are perks, and a few advantages, connected to aging, but, those don’t alter the debilitating  physical issues with which the years weigh us down… all of which make maintaining hedonism problematic, to say the least….

Rather than turn this directly into a whine, however, I think I’ll point out to myself the balance factor, and let it go…. That always does the trick, as it’s hard to argue with reality, or how it works…. See, all the physical issues with which we end up dealing in our waning years are a direct result of how we used our bodies when younger…. In short, it’s our own damn fault, for not paying attention to the manual… which we never receive, anyway….

All of my conditions, it turns out, are due to the extremely active lifestyle I pursued for the first 40 years of this trip to Earth; starting with baseball at about age 7, I ran, jumped, fought, played, ran into things and people, and generally used my human body as a Tonka Toy, not caring, because of not knowing, that I would pay a huge price in my declining years as a result….

In a way, my experience can be seen as a metaphor for the experience of the entire species; all of us tend to ignore the future to live in the present, as best we may, doing those things that make us feel good, without any understanding of how our actions, in that present, will determine much of what happens to us in the future…. One thing that happened during my teen years is a perfect example of this…

At age 13/14 (right around my birthday), while playing football in High School, I apparently broke my back, though without knowing it at the time…. One play in the season’s second game saw me tackling someone in such a manner that my whole spinal column was compressed, cracking a couple of vertebrae…. but, in the culture of American football, I was never really examined by a doctor, until AFTER the game was over; by then, I only showed minor concussive symptoms, so they never looked for any fractures…

Later in life, at the age of 35 or so, I went to a chiropractor about back pain from working as a chef/nurse (I had small children, and commonly worked two jobs, to keep them fed, clothed, and housed….). He took a full spinal X-ray, which he then showed to me to discuss treatment…. He pointed out on the film where my back had been broken, and mentioned that I would probably have been at least 2, or 3, inches taller, had it not been fractured, as it had, from that point, grown crookedly, or, as is the medical term, exhibited scoliosis…. So, now, at the age of 64, my spine, shoulders, neck, and skeleton at large are giving me fits, in reaction to a lifetime of overuse….

All because the human race is so ignorant, they don’t even understand very much about themselves, or their bodies, and how they work, not just in the now, but, over time, something we hairless apes tend to ignore…. There is little for me to do at this point; there is no turning around and going back to start over with all the things we’ve learned to guide us…. and, apparently, nobody is passing this knowledge down, because none of it is anywhere in any book I’ve ever seen…. What there is, is considered to be fringe-of-society nonsense, old wive’s tales, not commonly understood knowledge shared by the species for all our benefit…

Oh well, too late now, isn’t it? I suppose that means I’ll have to shut up about it, because, as with anything difficult to face, people would rather just ignore it…. We’re good at ignorance….

Shall we Pearl?…..

“A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.” — William Wordsworth

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Not being a big TV watcher for many years, I missed this…. I’m glad I found it, because listening to it produced two epiphanies for me…. One, I miss my music, and will try to play more guitar, and re-immerse myself in one of mankind’s most important fields of endeavor, as I did for much of my life. Second, I am tired of sitting around, and will now proceed to work on traveling…. somewhere…. For now, listening to this GREAT crossover music will do…..

CMT Crossroads – “James Taylor & The Dixie Chicks” Complete Session

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“If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.” — Robert Graves

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/oct/22/discussion-of-reeva-steenkamp-killing-has-sidelined-male-violence

“Women also murder and abuse, but 94% of murders in this country are carried out by men and a third of the victims are women. This familiar violence is called domestic violence. Occasionally when the man also kills the children this will make the headlines and is called family annihilation.”

“If the killing of Reeva Steenkamp can be used to extrapolate the political progress of an entire country, what does the regular murder of ordinary women tell us about ours? It is not every day, it is every couple of days and not newsworthy.”

I chose the quote to begin because it gives me the chance to start off by saying, “No shit?”….. But, then, I’m a man…. So, vulgarity and sarcasm come naturally to me…

I think, though, I’m a little different from most men, in that, I fully agree with the woman who wrote this article, and can only say to Mr. Graves that he is, though a day late, and not altogether on the wagon he needs to be on, nonetheless, absolutely correct, in a mild, no, make that bland, sort of way… I think I’d put the same idea thus; “If I were a woman in today’s world, I would either shoot myself, or someone else, because the number of men who DESERVE a good woman can be counted on two or three hands, world-wide.”

I see now that is a little too obscure, and makes the reader try to do too much math: suffice it to say, the number of men who can honestly say they understand the violence within themselves, and have learned how to control it, for the right reasons, are extremely rare, say, on the level of the color blue among lobsters…. That’s a bit obscure, too, isn’t it? Hmm…

Sorry, I guess I’m too agitated in my head to settle down over this issue, of how men abuse women out of fear and ignorance of their own nature; it’s a subject which brings out strong emotions in me, well enough to visualize and compose a good insulting, yet accurate word or phrase, to describe how few are the men who are aware of this issue, much less give it any credence in their lives…. Which lack may ultimately be a large part of the reason we humans are fairly certain to end up as a failed species, just one more among those that have existed, then disappeared, leaving only fossilized remains, in the course of Earth’s four billion years of history…. like the Dodo Bird we so closely resemble, I’d say….

(Well, we DO resemble them closely, to anyone from another planet…. A Martian, or Venusian would look at a Man, and a picture of a Dodo, and would remark the similarities, which are more common than the differences; both are flightless bipeds, basically symmetrical, and subsisting on many of the same nutrients…. We are more similar than different, though not many Men will admit to it; their incredibly ignorant pride gets in the way of seeing clearly….)

We men, as opposed to the other half of our species, are far too casual about violence altogether; women happen to be one of the three absolute worst targets we could possibly choose for that violence, from a moral/ethical/evolutionary standpoint, and, sadly, is a group which includes children, (or any weaker human…), and our companions in this life, animals of all descriptions, whom most men treat as our chattels….

Other targets, too, exist for us men, which are also less than perfectly, or even minimally justifiable, but, those three all are not merely unjustifiable, they are actually as damaging to OURSELVES as they are to those we damage…. But, then, the damage is to our spirit, and to our future, which most men are not inclined to concern themselves with overmuch, having far better things to do with their mental energies, such as deciding which of their hedonistic impulses they will indulge next, and whom they can take advantage of to do so…..

If it sounds as if I am less than impressed by my fellow gender-mates, you would be correct, mostly…. I do have men friends, and even some of them don’t always know what they are capable of, or how they show their prejudices. They all, however, being honorable men, do their best not to allow that to affect anyone adversely, and would never harm anyone intentionally…. But, the point I am making by mentioning them at all is that even the best men often are not even aware of their misogynistic tendencies….

Hell, most women are not aware, not in any expressible fashion, other than knowing they possess a visceral fear and mistrust of the males in their life, simply due to being smaller, and physically vulnerable, unless trained to be otherwise…. Knowledge is the key to reducing our fear of the unknown, and knowing one can protect oneself, under ANY circumstances imaginable, is incredibly liberating, in that we lose the unreasoning fear most people react with when confronted with violence…. A woman who can protect herself is more free than one who must keep that fear alive, in order to survive….

Everything the author of the article said is correct…. This is the subject that SHOULD be in the news headlines, along with the actions of our leaders, when caught out as liars and cheats, and who are, for the most part, all misogynists themselves….

Hey, I have an idea! How about, instead of the obituaries of famous celebrities being published, we declare open season on abusers of women, children, or dogs & cats, then, when they’ve been put down like the bad dogs they are, publish the same info on those pimps, traffickers, pedophiles, and convicted politicians and/or priest/preachers who get legally, justifiably wasted by a citizen in every day’s news….

See, we’ll make that open season on all of them, for all of their repeated displays of vulgar ignorance, by using the threat, or act, of violence to manipulate, control, and oppress any woman, child, weaker man, or animal,  with no charges ever to be filed on any woman, or any man who supported them…. Any time they had a viable reason, by virtue of being a victim, they’d be allowed, and encouraged, to walk up to one of their oppressors, and put a bullet right between the eyes…. If I had my way, each time that occurred, it would be celebrated publicly, maybe with a monthly work holiday as reward, for any successful hunts the month before….

Hey, if you ladies don’t want to do it, I’ll be glad to off the assholes for you, free of charge….. I know, it’s a violent solution, but, hey, whattya want? I’m a man…. Having dealt with violence all my life, in myself, in others, in life, I know I am violent; I like to think I’ve learned to accept it, channel it, and control it. Even I have forgotten, or lost that control at times, (though not for many years….), but, never to the extent of losing that control to the point of physical harm…. Such actions ALWAYS cause emotional, spiritual, and mental harm…. to both the victim, and the perpetrator….

That is why I believe what this woman, Suzanne Moore, says in the above analysis. That belief has nothing at all to do with having the same surname, or that my own sister’s name is Susan…. But, those two facts do serve to remind me why I do believe her, which is, simply put, everything she says is the truth…. My own sister had her problems with the men in her life, not all violence of the physical sort, but, there was some; I also know the times I have lost control, or not been aware of my own failings in this…. so, I have an understanding of from where Ms. Moore, the author, is coming…. as far as any male can.

I don’t know an ultimately permanent solution; as is apparent, my solution is somewhat personally satisfying, but, won’t serve to deal with the core issue. I wish I did. But, I don’t…. But, the least I can do is promote awareness of the issue by writing about it, and to encourage self-examination for all men whenever I can, to try to stimulate thought, or outrage, or compassion for the victims of male violence and stupidity….

Oh, didn’t I mention the other side of the coin? Men are not just ignorant, they are often stupid, especially when it comes to sex….. Sorry, but, something about having a penis seems to cause many men to lose the ability to think when aroused in any way…. and, a lot of men can get aroused at almost nothing visible; the mere glance at a female figure sends their brain into a state where they seem to be incapable of cognition…. I’m guessing it’s because there isn’t enough blood to nourish both the brain and the penis at once…. Just a guess, but, it seems to fit the visible evidence I’ve seen all my life….. I do that, TRY to get men to think, whenever I remember to do so, as well as making it known I am available for assassination duties, gratis, to any woman, child, or animal victim who wishes my help….

Revenge may be a meal best served cold, but, it seems to me, it is better than no meal at all….

No shit….

So be it.

gigoid has spoken.

Probably far too much, but, oh, well…..

Man, n.:
An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be.  His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.  — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

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Tomorrow, I’m reproducing some old material; the old Pearl from which it came had a poem that I wrote at the time, a poem in response to the 2012 election process; given the way the political scenario in this country is proceeding, it still feels fresh….

A Failure to Germinate

Marking the days in elements of sad disarray
only holds me thrall, as I laugh while I may.
With cold, hard hands so impatient and cruel
pulling me to this vale of tears, a pathetic old fool.

Feelings sit silent, cast in shadows and light
breaking forth to implicate such vengeful might.
Just below the surface they patiently hide
to sally forth bravely, colors bright as they ride.

Tears and pain transform valued assets in hand
while comfort and serenity retreat to a far land.
Bold, bright patterns of hope garnish my ruinous state
until reality enters, full of disdainful portions of hate.

I sort out the illustrious measures of vision gone mild
only to find them transformed, now vicious and wild.
In my deepest desires I find myself calloused and cold
with faithless advocates whose souls have been sold.

My search finds little to support any hope of relief
far too much time has passed to bolster such belief.
The sad becomes real, and real becomes unfounded
until flights of such fancy are all dead, and grounded.

Nature has informed me of the newly hatched crime
that reality has boasted of proudly, time after time.
The last answer we think of is always the best
as we come to terms with fate, our hope at rest.

~~ gigoid ~~


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Today’s final pearl is a little odd; not so odd it’s intense, but, enough to make the thoughts it may engender rather uncomfortable. Some questions are asked that will challenge one’s flexibility and insight, and some statements about our nature that can either support or weaken those thoughts…. The final pearl, though, will bring it all into perspective, I believe, so, enjoy!….

I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life spell,
And by and by my Soul returned to me,
And answered “I Myself am Heaven and Hell.”

~~ Omar Khayyam (fl. 1100) ~~


“What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneness, and say, “This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned– and you with it, dust of the dust!” Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, “Never have I heard anything more divine?” — Friedrich Nietzsche

“Cuando sabes a donde vas, el mundo entero se aparta para abrirte paso.” – When you know where you’re going, the whole world turns away before you. — Smart Bee (Google couldn’t, or wouldn’t say….)

“There comes a time in the life of us all when we must lay aside our books or put down our tools and leave our place of work and walk forth on the road to meet the enemy face-to-face. Once and for all and at last.” — Edward Abbey

“How could the drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved” — Mark Twain

“The higher you climb, the more you show your ass.”

~~ Alexander Pope, “The Dunciad” ~~


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Well…. It’s so long, it took me an hour to edit and proof, so now I must rush to post, before I lose all the time I gained by getting up on time…. SIGH…. HONK, HONK!…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes…..

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, the dubious

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Kowabunga!


À bientôt, mon cherí….