Ffolkes,
“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody- Too?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise-you know!
How dreary-to be- Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell one’s name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!”
~~ Emily Dickinson ~~
Galway’s Spanish Arch during football finals….
Hajime…. Good morrow, my sweet babaluches…. Today’s version of madness is brought to you courtesy of the (thus far) mostly free internet, as provided expensively by your local representative of corporate greed, and monitored for illegal immoral thoughts by your benevolent, and paranoid, representatives of governmental intrusion. Don’t worry, I’m not going to rant about all that, though I certainly could, if I so chose. However, I’m still working on one of those, which continues to grow beyond all hope of restraint. We’ll worry about that when it’s ready for posting; until then, I’ll keep such diatribes to a minimum, if only to save some space, some time, and some random electrons…..
Having thus dispensed what is most likely a surfeit of nonsense, in one quick paragraphical shot (yes, that’s a new word, I just coined, to the extreme displeasure of my spell-checker. I don’t believe it needs any explanation; if it does, well, too bad. You’ll have to figure it out on your own; I’m busy blathering….), I shall now go on to the next phase of creation, involving moves & techniques no self-respecting blogger/writer would think of sharing with the reading public. Why, I don’t know, unless it is to keep from pulling covers; me, I’m pretty naked, and don’t care. Moreover, it looks as if I’m not going to approach anything resembling sanity, or coherence, anytime soon, so, what the hell…. We’ll just go on to the next paragraph, & see what happens….
Well, here we are. Now what? I know, let’s go off on a tangent…. Perhaps not; I can’t find one that attracts, or gives any indication of seamless integration as a possibility. Hmm. This is a bit embarrassing; I thought such a random turn would present me with some alternatives to continuing along the already-forged pathway, but, it seems to be petering out before it actually got going. Oh, well, I suppose that’s what happens when I leave it to what passes around here for chance. Such is life, we are taught, but, that doesn’t make it any more palatable, or any less annoying, if only in jest. Besides, I think jesting is already a wash-out today…
Rather than belabor this point any further, I think I’ll just quit, & get on with the rest of today’s mess. I call it that simply because, by the time I’m done, that’s how it feels, no matter how it looks from the outside view. It’s tough for me to obtain such a view, since I’m pretty well stuck here on the inside, but, it sure would be nice to know ahead of time whether what I’ve done is worth the effort. Hmm, sort of a metaphor for Life at Large, isn’t it? As that is the case, even if only nominally, I’ll stop trying to make it better, switching, instead, to making it shorter. I know; this will do it. It always works, for me…. Y’all are on your own again….
Shall we Pearl?
“Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind.”
~~ from ‘Cats’ by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond ~~
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cats-2/
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Today I feel like a trip into the past, back to the days of my tender youth…. Well, okay; I WAS younger then…. Here is a band who played a big part in the lives of many of my contemporaries, and myself, for much longer than they were together as a group. I hope you enjoy today’s musical retrospective, as much as I shall….
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The Doors
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Further Proof
No evidence exists, no rumored promise
of a guide on the path we seek.
Salient information lies hidden, seeking solace;
each possibility lost, no longer unique.
The past cascades through today, resolute;
finished and gone, by all reputable report.
Common failings decry any fever in the root,
as pillars of salt offer up little retort.
Longitude has latitude, one dimension to the next;
truth and lies, mirrored, transform on first exposure.
Born in chaos, living in change, by guile and pretext;
artful insanity, with no rational cure.
‘Tis no wonder, some do say now and then,
such creatures are doomed, by their own hand.
Cursed by the force of their very own ken,
until only the leaving seems very grand.
Perhaps, but, then, say those who doubt,
it’s all part of how it works, in fact.
We can’t know, really, what it’s all about
without completing the final act.
Is there any hurry?
~~ gigoid ~~
6/23/2016
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Naked Pearls
Words of note….
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“Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic,
capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”
~~ Albus Dumbledore ~~
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“Never play a thing the same way twice.”
~~ Louis Armstrong ~~
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“A mistake is a lesson on its way to be learned!”
~~ Milton Berle ~~
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“If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind,
give it more thought.”
~~ Dennis Roth ~~
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“One cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs
— but it is amazing how many eggs one can break
without making a decent omelette.”
~~ Professor Charles P. Issawi ~~
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Why is the universe the way we see it?
If it had been any different, we would not be here!”
~~ Stephen Hawking ~~
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“It did not matter, after all.
He was only one man.
One man’s fate is not important.
If it is not, what is?
He could not endure those remembered words.”
~~ Ursula K. Le Guin, spoken by Gaverel Rocannon, Rocannon’s World ~~
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“You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die, or when.
You can only decide how you’re going to live now.”
~~ Joan Baez ~~
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“Professor! Is this all real?
Or, is it just happening inside my head?”
“Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry!
Why should that mean that it’s not real?”
~~ Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter ~~
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Yes, I do love starting over at the close…. Having been compelled to spend some time acting as a cat-hammock, I lost the thread of where this missive intended to go/sew…. Not surprising, given my state of mind during much of the morning’s activities. In order to ascertain the proper tone for this ending note, I’ve been inadvertently compelled to, well, start over. Having done so has once again given me the impetus to finish, and a damn good thing, too. Why? Simple. I’m fresh out of BS; go figure, eh?
On that abruptly insensitive note, I shall bid thee adieu, so I can go lick my metaphorical self-inflicted wounds, & try this again tomorrow. So be it; gigoid has spoken…. About damn time, too. See ya, ffolkes; gotta go replenish my internal supplies of appropriately insane blather…. Try not to laugh, okay? Leelu gets upset at the noise….
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
À bientôt, mon cherí….