Paradoxical dreams of reality….

Ffolkes,

“Man is most nearly himself
when he achieves the seriousness
of a child at play.”

~~ Heraclitus ~~

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In memoriam; Irish Famine Evacuation, Galway Bay

Hajime…. If any of the following seems a bit rough, you may chalk it up to anything you like; the truth is, though I had a productive day yesterday, not much of that effort went into today’s Pearl, until this morning. Hence my sense of mild panic, for I take my own deadline seriously, more’s the pity. Since I rarely look back at any of it while creating it, I can feel today’s frantic sense of a need to hurry, in order to get it done at all. Hopefully, most of that didn’t come through, & make itself a part of the whole. Y’all may feel free to let me know, or, not, as suits you. Me, I’m just going to go on, as if I hadn’t said a word about it.

I suppose it isn’t uncommon to witness a human being wishy-washy, which is the best I can come up with to describe this class of Pearl; it may not be exactly accurate, but, it gives the “look and feel” of it, just fine. Moreover, it supplies the proper tone of disapproval, for having allowed such a high degree of angst-driven blather, as well as failing to find enough inner balance to counteract any of reality’s insistence upon randomness as a form of worship. Hmm….

I see I’ve retreated into true blather, which, while it may be considered a healthy sign, for some, tells me I probably need to abandon any hope of coherent rationality, at least until we’re done here for the morning. The question, naturally, arises, “What the hell do I do now?”, but, I refuse to answer such a leading query, especially from my own mind; it’s too early to allow schizophrenic impulses any play. Instead, I’ll dig deep into my sense of fair play, to find, and authorize, the use of literary license to get us the hell out of here, and on to what follows. In case you aren’t aware of how that works, allow me to demonstrate….

Shall we Pearl?

“Beware of that person who is slow to anger.
For when it is long in coming,
it stays longer and is warmer and dies not so easily.
Abused patience is a very strong fuel
for a fire not easily put out by any known means.”

~~ Wise Bee ~~

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Image is the Adelaide Film Festival banner, via Google Free Images

Today, we have a double entry for music. I’ve included a live concert version of “Tommy”, the Rock Opera composed by The Who. As a bonus round, I’ve also included a live concert from the Who, recorded in 2000….. I don’t believe there are many ffolkes who need to be introduced to either, so, just enjoy!….

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The Who
Tommy ~ A Rock Opera

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Savory

Blown across steppes of imagination, a spore
finds a niche, takes root,
tries to live longer than now, before
chaos/peace descends, and desire is moot.

Feathered into fecundity, another possibility
builds a nest, hatches kin,
aims at immortality, sans responsibility,
chance manifests, as it does, again.

Leading toward peril, entropy saves creativity,
making tools, and lazy time;
solid signs imply such simple nativity,
as another snitch drops his dime.

Subtle compassion billows, passion to unfold,
covering hearts bloodied by time,
burning flesh made valid, unwaveringly bold,
turning love to brilliant rhyme.

Years weigh lightly, supported by youth,
gaining weight with each year,
only the old men know the actual truth,
peace comes only when we lose our fear.

~~ gigoid ~~

4/9/2013

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Naked Pearls

Wise bits….

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“One kind word can warm three winter months.”

~~ Japanese proverb ~~

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“If you would know a man, observe how your cat treats him.”

~~ Leelu Bee ~~

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“Many a man’s tongue broke his nose.”

~~ Seamus MacManus ~~

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“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.”

~~ D. H. Lawrence ~~

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“If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.”

~~ Things We Can Learn From Dogs ~~

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“Some people march to the beat of a different drummer.
And some people tango!”

~~ Anonymous Bee ~~

“If you lose the power to laugh, you lose the power to think.”

~~ Clarence Darrow ~~

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Well!… That was fun, sort of. The process, fortunately, is sound, & got us here, with all parts intact, in spite of my lack of mindfulness. Since that’s the case, undeserved or not, I’ll take the money, and run. Today’s Pearl has, of course, been brought to you through the auspices of internal psychic anomaly, which, though entirely human, remains a matter of national personal security; as such, the details are classified. Don’t worry, it isn’t permanent. In fact, I should be able to completely deny it by later today, which improves the already good odds of doing it again tomorrow. Let’s just trust the whims of fate, & let it go at that, okay? Okay…. See ya, ffolkes, if I can’t think of anything better to do…. I’ve already quoted the odds on that, so, we’re good to go….

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

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Oblique references to uncommon platitudes….

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 ~~

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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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Image from Pinterest via Google Images

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

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Twisting the night into pretzels….

Ffolkes,

“To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe.”

~~ Marilyn vos Savant ~~

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Irish Cheese Factory, east of Galway…

Hajime…. Good morrow, Gentle Reader(s)…. ‘Twas a minor struggle, but, I have managed to put together a Pearl; while I can’t say it’s the best ever, it is up to snuff; ’nuff said on that. The rant upon which I am working continues to grow beyond all reason, & may require both editing and trimming before it’s ready for consumption. However, we’ve got some rather fine music today, to go along with a nicely obscure little old-school pearl, and a poem, which, though mine, isn’t too shabby. If nothing else, all the elements for an excellent Pearl are in place; whether such status has been reached is a judgment I’m not prepared to make, so, you will have to decide for yourselves….

With that being said, to cover my ass, if not my conscience, I think I’ll just get on with it. Such ruthlessness always seems to work out, though not necessarily with any better results, which remain just about as random as they can be. Go figure, eh? The truth hurts, much of the time; we all have to get used to that. Since this blog is, as far as I can make it, dependent upon truth, we’ll pretend we’ve learned our lesson well, and go with the flow, as indicated. That flow is a fast-running stream today, so, we’ll maximize our utilization practices, & get on with it; fighting the current never works well, anyway. I think we’ll use this old method, which just happens to be laying right over here. Watch this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”

~~ William Butler Yeats ~~

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Image from Pinterest via Google Images

Today, I feel my age, thanks to the constant rain…. Well, I’m using that as an excuse, anyway. This pair of artists were both stars in their own right; together, they made magic….

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Ella and Louis

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A dream, weeping….

“Never a dull moment to spare”, he said
with a crooked grin, and a broad wink.
“Can’t keep Reality hanging by a thread….
what would Chaos, or Entropy think?”

So, we plucked up our dreams of old,
to carry us on, in dutiful, strong arms,
stuffed a candle in the remaining fold,
for luck, and perfect proof against charms.

Storms follow the sun, but, never stay;
lessons round every corner, all free.
Past fleeting doubts, in a sad disarray,
the journey becomes the reason to be.

Simple kindness manifests untold riches,
in defiance of common cause’s demise.
Bold courage, hanging in stitches,
mends wounds that come as no surprise.

Still, waters run deep, ’tis said by many.
Too much pain cannot apprehend
the salient, sharp points of epiphany,
nor, plainly, to wisdom aspire to pretend.

Folly dogs even the simplest truth,
fumes of toxic ignorance and bile,
alienated as a loose rotten tooth;
it often hides itself, for a long while.

Sought after eons ago, we cried out,
to believe, to suffer no more doubt.
But found instead good reason,
for love, and truth, from season, to season.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/30/2014

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Naked Pearls

Oddly enough….

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“In anything at all,
perfection is finally attained,
not when there is no longer anything to add,
but when there is no longer anything to take away.”

~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery , Wind, Sand & Stars ~~

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“The farther it gets from the bench it was worked on,
the more real the real world becomes.”

~~ Todd Johnson ~~

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“You can’t wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.”

~~ Navajo Proverb ~~

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“Happy is he who can give himself up.”

~~ Naguib Mahfouz ~~

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“If the doors of perception were cleansed
every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up,
till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.”

~~ William Blake, English poet, artist, and mystic ~~

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“Life is a tragedy to those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.”

~~ Jean de la Bruyere ~~

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“Th’ MIND is the Pizza Palace of th’ SOUL”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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Having once again fulfilled the vow made to myself so many years ago, I’ll finish this off with some spare elegance. I will, if all goes well, be back again tomorrow to do this again; one of these days, I might even get it right! Time will tell, the blabbermouth. See ya, ffolkes; Ive got stuff to do, so, I’ll leave you to find your way out by yourselves…. Ta, then….

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

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Nary a spare neuron in sight….

Ffolkes,

“We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing.”

~~ Seneca ~~

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Leelu, Dispossessed….

Hajime…. Though the crisis at Lake Oroville’s Dam has receded to precautionary warnings, and the level of the dam’s reservoir has dropped to manageable levels, it continues to rain here in northern California, to the delight of sea birds & other aquatic creatures, and the chagrin of all the spoiled, self-centered denizens of the human culture, most of whom begin whining after one day of such weather. People are getting testy from the lack of sunshine, it seems, though, personally, I enjoy a spot of rainy weather. That’s due to experience, though, which most folks find hard to assimilate into their thinking apparatus….. but, that’s a tale for another day….

For the nonce, let it suffice to say, it’s wet here. The Pearl you’ll find below is what today’s culture would call a ‘mash-up’, consisting, as it does, of the various parts of other, older Pearls, with a bit of original smarm from yours truly thrown in to distract anyone from any uncomfortable questions, or, noticing anything off. Hey, it works like a charm for the government flunkies who infest the airwaves with their BS, to distract the public from what they’re doing in those back offices & darkened conference rooms; why can’t it work for me? No reason, I think, since humans are so adept at NOT thinking; you’d think we’d find something better to do with all this grey matter we’re wasting, but, no…. we just carry it around from toilet to toilet, moving water from place to place while we dither….

If you couldn’t tell, I’m feeling a bit snarky today; it should work well for me when I start working on the huge ‘discussion’ in my temp files. However, to keep it from getting too sticky here, (it tends to get tacky after it sits a while….), I think I’ll just mention the construction alterations I’ve used today, & get on with it….. Most of what you see below was stolen, from a Pearl first posted in mid-2012. The poem is from that date, as is the final section’s old school entry. This is simply to save time, (Smart Bee went on strike again….), and energy, which can be better utilized later today for a walk out in the storm. So be it, he said, grimly. He also said, watch this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Hope is the fawning traitor of the mind,
which, while it cozens with a color’d friendship
robs us of our best virtue-resolution.”

~~ Lee ~~

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French composer Camille Saint-Saens

Today’s musical selection is a two hour collection of violin concertos from this man’s work, which I use a lot to provide myself with music, by which to write. I hope it soothes today, as you read the mess I’ve put together….

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Violin Concertos
Camile Saint-Saëns

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I Speak Not

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours – can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, –
We will part, we will fly to – unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! – forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it – whatever thou may’st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign –
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.

~~ George Gordon, Lord Byron ~~

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Today’s final section is, again, graced with the material used in the Pearl posted on 7/13/2012; it carries a flavor tease, of a part of the massive ‘rant’ I’m working on in my spare moments… I hope you enjoy this little group of pokes, targeting one of humanity’s most persistent delusions….

From July, 2013:

Here then is an old-school pearl…. Strung together, each of these distinct ideas blend to become one scathing exposé of society today…. Just what that exposé consists of is, of course, left as an exercise for the Gentle Reader…..

“And it came to pass that in the hands of the ignorant, the words of the bible were used to beat plowshares into swords…” — Alan Watts

“Religion is the masterpiece of the art of animal training, for it trains people as to how they shall think.” — Arthur Schopenhauer

“What do you mean, “There’s no such thing as a free lunch?” *YOU* are the free lunch!” — Solomon Short

On a sidewalk near Portland State University someone wrote `Trust Jesus’, and someone else wrote `But Cut the Cards’. — Smart Bee

Those Jesus Freaks
Well, they’re friendly but
The shit they believe
Has got their minds all shut.
— Frank Zappa, “The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing”

“Honesty isn’t any policy at all; it’s a state of mind or it isn’t honesty.” — Eugene L’Hote

and last, but certainly not least….

“Apes evolved from Creationists!” — Smart Bee

Well, there you have it…. perhaps a bit less scathing than sardonic, but attractively presented, if nothing else, eh? Don’t forget to offer a cut to the player on your right before you deal the cards ….

🙂

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Hmm… well, it seems to have worked; my efforts, despite their randomness, got me here to the final, closing section, without much hesitation, otherwise known as ‘dithering’, and, more importantly, with sanity, if not completely intact, at least still present. That, in itself, is worthy of celebration; too bad I don’t have any champagne. Since I don’t, I guess I’ll just finish this off, & call it a day. While that may be more rational than the alternative, we’re not choosing to do so for any rational reason. No, sirree, Bob; we’re doing it cuz we’re done to a turn. Rather than stick around, chancing awkward questions or comments, I’ll just say, see y’all later, & hope for the best. Besides, I’ll be back, eventually; maybe it will all make sense, one day. Until then, be strange…. it’s cool out there….

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

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Elements of incurable whimsy….

Ffolkes,

“Reality is just another illusion.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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Leelu, possessed….

Hajime…. Bon jour, mes amis…. Sorry for hopping between languages; just thought I’d give a precursor for what follows, which, today, jumps around more than just a bit. Probably a matter of the jigs & reels I was listening to while putting it together. All in all, it came out fairly well; y’all will have to determine for yourselves whether ’twas worth the effort to keep it in one piece, a not inconsiderable task today. That may sound a trifle obscure, but, that’s just as well; what follows will match that without seeming to try….

I’m rushing a bit, not because I’m late, but, because I can feel the pressure building, & wanted to get posted before having to deal with whatever emotional/internal battles may materialize. Either that, or a poem is about to leak out; I can never tell beforehand which it may be,. Whatever occurs, I’ll deal with it better if I have this done; duty is a matter of ‘needs must, Mr. Wyndigate”, so to speak, & I’ve learned to pay attention to these little warning bells my unconscious mind sends me; I figure I should honor the politeness, if nothing else. Go figure, eh?

I will note my mood feels indestructible today; this is a clear result of having had the opportunity yesterday to spend a couple hours visiting with my son, daughter, and almost two-year-old granddaughter, Zoey. They brought her to see me for the first time since five days after she was born; the sheer delight of her shiny little persona was a lift to my spirits seldom matched in my experience. She’s a sharp little lass, with a delight for life that is plain. When she is with her dad (my son, Cory) she grins non-stop; the only frown she wore came when compelled to leave the playground, & it disappeared at my first ‘quack’…. A sheer delight, which will carry me on a higher plane for some time….

Okay, that’s all I’ve got for now; a lot is going on inside the old brain-pan, so, I’ll let it simmer a while, then deal with the dish it turns out. Y’all are free to watch, though it’s not always pretty. If not, you may also feel free to just get on with it, as I intend to do here, and, now. We’ll do that by applying one of the more ruthless techniques I’ve learned in this process. What technique? Well… this one….

Shall we Pearl?

“I think, therefore I am… dangerous, that is…”

~~ gigoid, in good company ~~

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This morning, I’m going back to my roots. Oh, not ALL my roots; just the Irish part. Here is a collection of traditional Irish music as played in the public houses & taverns. I hope you enjoy it’s vivacity, and the variety of styles…. If not, well, ‘s okay; nobody’s perfect….

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Traditional Irish Pub Music

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This one goes hand in hand with today’s music…. It’s a poem I wrote during the time I was living in retirement poverty, waiting for my SS to be approved, & dreaming of the places I wanted to escape to….. Enjoy!….

Days and Nights of Eire

Comforting, a dream creeps oft into my mind
On the elven hills of Eire lives the vision I find.
Elegant, gracious, everlastingly draped in beauty
Just payment of simple homage lives as joyous duty.

Fairies and druids walk abroad in ghostly parade
Gracing each hearth with its own welcoming shade.
Castles and heroes yet live in tale and song
Proving love for the land in each heart strong.

From cold of winter into glorious young spring
Brown, and gray, to emerald green songs to sing
Soft rains always follow winter’s great tempest
Eire dons its emerald coat from east to west.

Old and strong, connections call out in dreams
Nothing that was known remains as it seems.
Immersion in ancient runes and battle hymns
Offering sanity in place of grievous whims.

Time and place can tell a much different tale
Judgment should never be a final sale.
Yet something solid and real calls me to go see
Where dreams of loving beauty may actually be….

~~ gigoid ~~

11/3/2012

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I’m not certain exactly what happened here in the final, old-school section of today’s Pearl. It started off in one direction, took an immediate turn, then hared off to another, unidentifiable path. All in all, I’d say it works, if one isn’t too picky about where some of it might have been before it got here. I suppose I’d call this one “Odd notes on process & program”…. Then, I’d call it a day, I think….

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“Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.”

~~ Sigmund Freud ~~

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“I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

~~ HAL 9000 ~~

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Oops! ‘Twasn’t supposed to do that…. We’ll begin again….

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“Ah said, pay attention, boy!”

~~ Foghorn Leghorn ~~

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“Get a life!”

~~ Saturday Night Live ~~

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“Remember that opportunity is a dare – not a door.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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“Art is discipline. It’s not breaking rules, it’s creating new ones.”

~~ Callan Williams ~~

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” ‘He deserves death’.
‘Deserves it! I daresay he does.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.
Can you give it to them?
Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment.
For even the very wise cannot see all ends.’ “”

~~ J. R. R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings ~~

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“There are many things worth living for,
few things worth dying for,
nothing worth killing for.”

~~ from Tom Robbins’ “Even Cowgirls Get The Blues” ~~

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“Reality is only as the mind perceives it,
where yesterday will never arrive and
tomorrow has long since gone.”

~~ Subtle Bee, doin’ his thing ~~

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Okay, then. That was fun…. sort of. Leelu has been very patient with me today; it took longer than either expected, or hoped, & she’s been very good at waiting for attention. That, in itself, requires a lot of mindfulness, as most of her communication is sub-lingual, & needs close attention to catch the clues her cat persona gives me to work with; as such, they are subtle, and fast…. I hope y’all enjoyed today’s interlude, if for no other reason than providing a few moments of either head-scratching, or chuckling; either works for me. I’ll try again tomorrow, with one warning… I’m working on a rant to end all rants (literally, if not figuratively….), which I hope to have done by then. If not, well, stay alert, for it’s a massive treatise, so far, & threatening to grow. For now, I’ll just say, adieu, & hope y’all remain in a place of love & comfort; it’s the best we can expect, mostly. Ta then, ffolkes; I’ll return, as reality allows….

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

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Oatmeal doesn’t cook itself….

Ffolkes,

“Here pigs will fly, lightning will strike twice,
hell will freeze over, and eventually,
things will get really interesting…”

~~ Sardonic Bee ~~

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East Brother Lighthouse B&B off Point Richmond, SF Bay….

Hajime…. Intricate patterns of sanity elude my search; the demons, if not winning, remain ahead in the score, reluctantly kept. Still, I battle on, for there is no one else who may do so for me. Surely, I think, it will change, if I only keep to the path…. but, each turning, each new fork presents more evidence of the battle yet to come, with no hope offered. Hope, of course, is a myth; there is no rescue from reality. So, I battle on, ever seeking peace of mind, if only long enough to catch my inner breath, to regroup, & resume the seemingly unending struggle….

Enough whining. I think it was Plato who remarked, if everyone were to bring their troubles, & place them on a common pile, most would be content, upon viewing the whole, to take their own and return home with them. Since I have, in my mind, done this any number of times, I know it to be true. So, I’ll take my demonic wars, along with my disgust at having to engage in them, at all, & put them into a place in my mind where they won’t bother us, long enough I can get this mess put together. It’s the only humane thing to do, so, I’ll do it….

As most of the elements necessary to do so are in place, I’ll cease any further potentially embarrassing pronouncements, & just get on with it. I’ve developed an excellent technique for just such an occasion, which I shall demonstrate forthwith. It works, oddly enough, just like this….

Shall we Pearl?

A chief event of life
is the day in which we have encountered
a mind that startles us.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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Image from Pinterest, via Google Images

‘Tis yet another day of rain here; having lived four years in the state of Washington, I’m perfectly content to deal with it, as long as it lasts. I must also confess to missing the sunlight, as I’ve always chosen to live in places where there is a preponderance of such days. To combat any discomfort brought on by being confined to quarters by the weather, here is some soothing classical music, my other default choice when out of ideas for what to include in this section. As is my habit, the collection was chosen according to the picture which drew my eye this morning…..Enjoy, if you will…..

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Classical Music

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Gently Came a Wounded Child

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Soft, sinuous patterns of unearthly beauty
blithely commune with sinking stars,
as pale shadows of former virtue hover
near, ever clean, ever tolerant.
These unbidden habits are worn with age and care,
ready now for dissolution,
welcoming gladly the kiss of Death’s handmaiden.

Unknown to all, the child stands aside,
weeping for the lost days of youth,
days that now shall never be,
nor yearned for ever after.
Only darkness shall lay upon the landscape,
cold, hard, eternal.

Such then are the signs and portents
as we enter into the unknown future,
they are grave indeed.

Uncertainty will be our sole companion,
as the search for hope yields no result.
The lamentations of the gods
shall sound the elegy for Man,
who never learned to see the gift that was made,
so many echoes ago, in the hopeful past;
thus will we pass this plane of existence
as we came, baffled and afraid….

~~ gigoid ~~

2/2/2012

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Naked Pearls

Diving deep, to swim in the shallows….

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“Don’t be confused by surfaces;
in the depths everything becomes law.
What is necessary, after all, is only this:
solitude, vast inner solitude.
Walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours
–that is what you must be able to attain.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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“First learn the meaning of what you say, and then speak.”

~~ Epictetus ~~

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“A man cannot speak but he judges himself
…no man thoroughly understands a truth until he has contended against it.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“There is only one blasphemy, and that is the refusal to experience joy.”

~~ Paul Rudnick ~~

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“The light is reached not by turning back from the darkness, but by going through it.”

~~ Leonard Roy Frank ~~

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“I would believe only in a god who could dance.”

~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

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“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet ~~

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Given my state of mind upon arising today, it’s good to be done. To avoid spoiling what otherwise could be spoiled, I’ll abjure further attempts to create a compelling final statement, opting, instead, to save us all the bother, just as if it mattered to anyone. On that rather awkward note, I shall bid thee adieu, until tomorrow, when I hope to do better. All we can do is all we can do; since I’ve done all I can, I’m outta here…. See ya, ffolkes, given a fair wind and a rising tide….

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

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Mesmerized by twiddling thumbs….

Ffolkes,

May the moon light your way, till the wind sets you free.

~~ Shriekback, “Cradle Song” ~~

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Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, SF Bay

Hajime…. Recovery from recent indiscretions was delayed somewhat yesterday, but, eventually reached the point I was able to complete the most critical elements of today’s Pearl, leaving only the formatting and composition for today. This is fortunate, for I find the time I need now to fully regain my faculties after such silly behavior is extended, often past what I consider reasonable. But, then, I’ve never been particularly reasonable when it comes to my own weaknesses, or, perhaps more accurately, what I regard as weakness. Nonetheless, I find myself with sufficient energy, and chutzpah, to, at minimum, finish today’s mess, so I can begin anew, with refreshed hope of rationality, or, at least, coherence.

Such is life in a mad world; one finds one’s motivation where it can be found, and doesn’t question the result, lest it disappear in a puff of metaphorical magic smoke. In my own case, self-esteem is a sufficient prize to move me to greater effort, if only to assuage my own sense of duty. You can take the corn out of Kansas, but, you can’t take the Kansas out of the corn, as it is said…. Of course, nobody knows what they mean when they say it, but, it sounds logical, and charming, so, I’ve said it, and you may like it, or not, as suits your fancy. Regardless of that particular outcome, I’m going on to the next paragraph, because this one is now out of control…

Safely ensconced in new verbiage, I can confide I’m less than completely sane at this point in time. I don’t mind, but, it can cause difficulties with machinery; despite common belief, they do know when we are vulnerable, and will go to extreme lengths to set traps for us, knowing our distraction by our inner turmoil will provide them with endless opportunities for hilarious chaos, as we attempt to make sense of what has none. Some of us, in our defense, are more, or less, able to cope than others, but, since coping isn’t always the answer, we retain the right to take the optional alternate path to Reality, thus avoiding all sorts of potential difficulty by ignoring such distractions altogether. Works for me….

Since it has, let’s get on with today’s mess, before it gets any further from what might be considered normal…. not that we worry about that much, but, it looks good on the resume, right? Okay, enough…. Let’s get to this, while I’m still relatively competent to do so, okay? Okay by me….. Pretty easy, too, given the above. I mean, all we need to do now, is this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused or disabused;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,–
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.”

~~ Alexander Pope — Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 13 ~~

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It’s a default day, so, here is more music from Playing For Change, one of the few organizations worth donating to. So, go donate, unless you’d rather give the money directly to one of the war-mongering corporations who will use it less productively…. It’s good music, so, try to enjoy it, ‘kay?….

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Gimme Shelter
Live Outside

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It’s raining again here in northern California; save for four days, it’s been raining for about 3 weeks, which is a big part of why the dam in Oroville is threatening to dissolve. To acknowledge the season, here is a atypical poem of mine addressing such a time a few years ago….

An Old Man, Snoring….

Winter arrives with gusts of wind and rain,
clover spreads green amongst the hedges.
Urban gardens quiver, and dream of spring again,
gargoyles stoically crouch on corniced ledges.

Umbrellas sprout over heads shrouded and hatted,
dotting the sidewalks in colorful profusion.
Urban denizens pose sketches, framed and matted,
adding casual beauty to fill the illusion.

Hissing tires, swishing along with the wipers
join nature’s orchestra smoothly, as percussion.
Dripping gutters sound gong tones, true pipers,
a sudden roar of wind hushes all discussion.

Dreams of summer heat form the crux of desire
as winter chills our souls from without.
Sitting in warmth, gazing into an imaginary fire;
content to know spring will come, no doubt.

~~ gigoid ~~

12/21/2012

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Naked Pearls

To See, one must first Look…

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“Open your eyes, you have only to see things properly to understand.”

~~ Leonardo da Vinci ~~

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“All teachings are mere references.
The true experience is living your own life.
Then, even the holiest of words are only words.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“It is easier to perceive error than to find truth,
for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen,
while the latter lies in the depth,
where few are willing to search for it.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~

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“You know what I like best about looking at the stars?
Not the stars themselves, but all those empty spaces between the stars.
That’s where I can imagine traveling for ever and ever.
That’s where I can imagine infinity.”

~~ T.A. Barron ~~

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“Feelings are neither good nor bad; they are just indicators.”

~~ Will Limon ~~

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“Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.”

~~ Joseph P. Thompson ~~

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“Cease to be ruled by dogmas and authorities; look at the world!”

~~ H.G. Wells paraphrase of Roger Bacon’s works ~~

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(Watch out! Duck!)….. I apologize for the annoying presence of live fire; my demons decided to attack while my attention was on this missive. (Leelu! Get back! I’ll handle it…. Hack once, slice twice…. Okay, done; you can eat it if you dare….) They’re a bit testy today, & have decided I am too comfortable for my own good. So be it. At least I got this done; now, if I can hold them off a short while, I’ll be able to post this, so I can try again for tomorrow, when, hopefully, it will be less of an ordeal. If so, I’ll see y’all then; odds are about even at this point, so, time will have to tell the tale. Until then, stay dry, if you dare….

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….

Ignoring corporate aegis, with gusto….

Ffolkes,

“Every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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Leelu in play mode, preparing to kill the shoe….

Hajime…. Good morrow, gentle reader. Prey, tell us how you are today; it helps us to determine the potential for disaster if we have some data with which to work. It can also provide sufficient reason to abandon the royal ‘we’, to which we often fall pray ourselves. (And, no, there are no spelling errors in the forgoing; they’re intentional….) Has it worked? Hard to tell, at this point, so, we’ll go on (nope, didn’t happen)….

I must ask for your forgiveness, and patience. Though I’ve managed to drop the ‘we’ so often innocently displayed, it is clear, to me, there isn’t much hope for elegance, nor any particular brilliance. Not this morning. I can’t say why that may be, for I awoke with a deep sense of, well, not confusion, but, perhaps, reluctance, especially at the idea of engaging in deep cogitative exercises. Not that I am particularly tired; I just can’t seem to summon up any enthusiasm toward the idea of thinking too hard. It may have to do with not having enough coffee on board yet; it could be merely a fleeting memory of former times. Or, most likely, I’m feeling lazy today; I have to confess, it’s happened before.

Generally, on such days, I’ll hide it behind some rather pointed nonsense; today, even that seems like too much effort. In fact, this all seems to be exhausting me prematurely. Though I’m fully aware such a reaction is merely another of my subconscious mind’s tricks to get its own way, it is nonetheless difficult to overcome, without expending more of the effort I don’t wish to employ. Go figure, eh? To head off any negative effects on what might show up below, I’ll cut this whole shebang short, with a bit of ruthless literary maneuvering, which, though actually proscribed for anyone with integrity, will work just fine for our purpose today, to just get on with it. Toward that end, here’s my best shot at doing just that….

Shall we Pearl?

A sense of humor keen enough to show a man his own absurdities
will keep him from the commission of all sins, or nearly all,
save those that are worth committing.”

~~ Samuel Butler ~~

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Image from crafthubs.com via Google Images

Recently, I watched this movie, as a means of taking my mind away from modern times. Though obviously filled to the brim with war propaganda, as well as a myriad of examples of the embedded sexism in human culture, it manages to keep one entertained during the entire movie, thanks to some excellent direction, editing, and some good acting (in spots…), the latter being a difficult task in such a light script. I enjoyed it, and, as long as you can get past the inherent flaws, so will y’all….

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Operation Petticoat

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Notes of process and program…

Poems, alas, don’t chase through my head,
bumping and pushing each other like brothers at dinner.
They’re more ripped out of my innards, instead.
Time and circumstance reveal no ultimate winner.

Simmering and bubbling near my unconscious mind
these maddening rhymes blind me sans glimmer.
Building until bursting as if to be dined and wined,
the remaining denizens appear much slimmer.

Fiery visions retain such glorious fatal dimension,
in retrospect, yet fail to leave a permanent scar,
until blessed, or cursed, with focused attention,
singing, crying, bleeding, fast as a movie star.

Pretty soon can’t be soon enough, she said
to a chameleon colored thief bathed in moonlight.
Fancy candles in stripes of blue, gold, and red
foster honest dreams in shades of white.

Passage to daylight is problematic, at best:
beastly ghosts of insomniacs cast no shadow.
Even judges with robes can pass the wrong test
while the rest of us go with what we know.

~~ gigoid ~~

1/13/2013

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Matched Pearls

Regarding ancient wisdom….

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“Kindness is more important than wisdom,
and the recognition of this is the beginning of wisdom.”

~~ Theodore Isaac Rubin ~~

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“Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul.
Only kindness can do that.”

~~ Jean Baptiste Henri Lacordaire ~~

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“Kindness in words creates confidence.
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.
Kindness in giving creates love.”

~~ Lao-Tzu ~~

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“I value kindness to human beings first of all, and kindness to animals.
I don’t respect the law;
I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society
except that which makes the roads safer,
the beer stronger, the food cheaper,
and old men and women warmer in the winter, and happier in the summer.”

~~ Brendan Behan ~~

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“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”

~~ Aesop ~~

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“Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty.”

~~ Anne Herbert, Co-Evolution Quarterly, 1983 ~~

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“Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair,
but manifestations of strength and resolution.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~

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“This is my simple religion.
There is no need for temples;
no need for complicated philosophy.
Our own brain, our own heart is our temple;
the philosophy is kindness.”

~~ The Dalai Lama ~~

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“What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?”

~~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau ~~

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Well, ffolkes, there you have it. A reluctantly honest intro, fun with history, an honest, if not brilliant poem, and a gorgeous necklace of excellent pearls, joined together in celebration of humanity’s saving grace (perhaps, its only grace….). I can’t say how it will affect others, but, I like it, so, that means we’re done. Oops, there’s that ‘we’ again. Oh, well, it can’t hurt too much now. To distract anyone from filing any charges, let’s do this the right way…. See ya, ffolkes; though the question of ‘when’ is still without clear answer, y’all may rest assured it won’t be long before I’m back to torment your tolerance once again…. Think about that, and be content. Meantime, be well, and happy as you may….

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

Dozer

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Brief forays into sanity….

Ffolkes,

“Give, expecting nothing thereof”

~~ St. Thomas Aquinas ~~

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Parliament Square, Trinity College, Dublin

Hajime…. Wherever one may reside on the face of this planet, the hours between 3 and 6 AM are pretty quiet. Most ffolkes, as well as most folks, are either asleep, or would like to be. Leelu and I are, perhaps, the exception which proves the rule, in that case, for we arise each day, no matter what time I may fall to sleep, between 3 and 4 AM, with her preference to eat and play, and mine to write. This usually happens soon after feeding her, and throwing her paper to fetch for a short while, until she becomes bored with it, whereupon she has learned to take a nap until I am done posting the day’s mess. I have found the peaceful quiet to be my most productive period of the day, and have come to appreciate the space to think and compose.

That said, we will ignore the concomitant issues, such as a blank, or troubled mind, or a painful body, which may preclude any competent production beyond the most basic. Generally, if the latter instance is in play, I’ll end up re-blogging, which is relatively simple, as I have more than five years of almost daily posts from which to choose. Of late, both the process of re-blogging and/or posting a fresh Pearl have been complicated due to physical issues. Today, beset only by my own predilection to ‘get it done’, I found the means, within me, and in the tools I employ, to get it done fairly efficiently, if not exactly up to the standards I wish to meet. So be it, for, I find myself also unwilling to go the extra ten steps to make it all perfect (in my own mind, anyway). In short, y’all will just have to take it ‘as is’, & be content with that, as that’s just the way it is today.

That’s probably not the approach best guaranteed to produce a successful post, but, then, I’ve never really cared about success, as I measure that by how many mundanes I haven’t killed in a day; so far, so good, today. Let us hold out hope to reach the end of the day having maintained that status. Not that I’d mind acing a few of them, but, it’s hard to justify when I know they simply can’t help being stupid, or ignorant, whichever the case may be. (Ignorance is amenable to fixing; as we all know, stupid is forever….) But, producing these Pearls has been an invaluable tool in keeping the body count down, so, I suppose we can be content with that. Better than the alternatives, yes?

I think that’s probably quite enough meandering blather for one day, don’t you? Why don’t we just get on with this, since what is to be found below is probably more entertaining than wandering around in my early morning miasma? Moreover, let’s do so with some panache, or, at the very least, some efficiency. Such is relatively simple, you see, for all we have to do is this….

Shall we Pearl?

“A man can only do what he can do.
But if he does that each day he can sleep at night
and do it again the next day.”

~~ Albert Schweitzer ~~

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Cream, Reunited….

Cream was one of the most popular & successful rock bands of the 60’s, lasting until the creative tension amongst the three artists became too much to bear, whereupon they held a farewell concert, in 1968. Thirty-seven years later, they reunited to hold a series of concerts at Royal Albert Hall, a concert that is now legendary for the performances they gave. Here is a video of one of the shows, in its entirety. Enjoy, ffolkes; it doesn’t get any better than this….

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Cream Reunion
Royal Albert Hall, 2005

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Vague Glimpses of a Rainbow

All the sad notions of propriety had fled,
Screaming their anger for pausing in song,
Until late came the rabid fog, colored in red,
As serenity cried, unafraid to live so strong.

Fallow fields in faithful patience set free,
Dragged from birth, by their own nature cast
Saving each moment against fear yet to be,
Carved into silence, by ignorance held fast.

Historical forces plod slowly ’tis often said
Anxieties streaming stiffly, one epoch to the next.
Cultural mania stands nonchalant in its stead
No sadder epitaph has such bittersweet context.

Patterned bags of forgotten virtue lie in wait
Blessed by reminders whose souls value affinity
Frozen webs surround the fields in gravid state
Grasping passionately within obvious opportunity.

Passage to future realities isn’t guaranteed
Small favors for deities was left off the menu
No roses, nor manna, nor gallant aerial steed
Left traces of fatal, yet originally gracious venue.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/6/2012

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Naked Pearls

Basic Ingredients….

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“I’m a man of my word.
In the end, that’s all there is really….”

~~ Avon ~~

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“I used to sit on the banks with a raft and watch the water roll lazily by.
One day I pushed my raft into the shallows of the water
and found the water moved swifter than I thought,
but my raft was actually a little rowboat.
Then, after some time, I rowed my little boat into deeper water.
There were great storms, mighty winds, tremendous waves,
and sometimes I felt so alone.
But I have noticed my little rowboat is now
a mighty ship manned by my friends and loved ones,
and beautiful calm seas, warm sunny days,
and nights filled with comfortable dreams always double after a storm.
Now, I could never go back and sit on the bank,
in fact, I search for deeper water.
Such is life when lived.”

~~ B D Gulledge ~~

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“Be not afraid of going slowly; be only afraid of standing still.”

~~ Chinese Proverb ~~

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“Anybody remotely interesting is mad, in some way or another.”

~~ Dr. Who ~~

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“He who sacrifices his conscience to ambition burns a picture to obtain the ashes.”

~~ Chinese Proverb ~~

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“Blessed is he who has learned to laugh at himself,
for he shall never cease to be entertained.”

~~ John Powell ~~

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“How could the drops of water know themselves to be a river?
Yet the river flows on.”

~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~~

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Well, it’s done. Since the intro provided all the lack of coherence necessary, I think we’ll end this quickly, before it shakes itself apart, which, if I am not mistaken, will happen in the very near future, unless we can beat it to the end. Oh, good, I see the end, right there…. Let’s take this exit, then, rather than risk the alternative. See ya, ffolkes. I’ll be back relatively soon, as I can already feel the creative tension building toward another one…. Funny how that works, isn’t it?….

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

Dozer

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Squads of affable proctors….

Ffolkes,

“He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxom foe he sought
Till rested he by the tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought”

~~ “Jabberwocky”, by Lewis Carroll ~~

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Not falling down yet….

Hajime…. Fortunately for me, today’s Pearl came together smoothly, once begun. I can’t say why, other than to thank SB for being so cooperative this morning, and, thanking Leelu for showing patience with my need to get it done (she’s often less than pleased with me during my writing time; it takes my attention away from her when she wants to play). Perhaps a short shout-out to Murphy is in order, as well, for being busy elsewhere this morning, giving hell to some other poor sap. All in all, I’m pleased with the outcome, too, so, hey, good day, so far….

Kind of like being immortal, right? I AM immortal, so far…. *grin* Okay, no more cheap shots. Instead, I’ll give honor to the process of Pearling, by making this intro of a reasonable size and shape, rather than the customary amorphous mass of contradictory statements, its usual complements. How to go about doing that is a bit tricky, so, maybe we should get right to that, before I lose what little control over this I possess. It’s actually quite a simple technique, involving only a ruthless nature (tough for me, I know). Since we have reached the obvious jumping-off point for said technique, I shall proceed to employ it, while y’all are still unsure of how to react. Watch this, ffolkes….

Shall we Pearl?

“In all affairs it’s a healthy thing now and then
to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~

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I’ve used this artist’s music previously, & will likely do so again. The first time I watched one of his videos, my jaw literally dropped open, at almost the first note. His brilliance as a guitarist is undeniable, and it is a joy to watch him play; he plays with intense focus and passion, putting everything he is into making the guitar speak for him. I regard him as one of the finest musicians playing today, and welcome the recent success he has seen. Enjoy, ffolkes; you’ll soon be paying big money to go see him play live….

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Mariusz Goli

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Seeing is Conducive to Belief

Folly sits so comfortably upon my fevered brow
one would easily believe that I would know how
to look at Life with a jaded, weary eye
seeing enough, and more, to know Why.

Such seems the case, as I will it to be,
an open book of a face, it looks so like me;
what’s known to be so, needs no close attention
familiar sights require no minding, nor mention.

The eye is drawn at once to the stark and new,
and sent back to sleep by successful review.
Once we find evidence we feel we understand,
curiosity languishes, dismissed at command.

Ancient sages knew the insidious value of illusion,
preachers and pundits know the power of confusion.
Each pair of eyes contains its own point of reference,
each mind sets its own standards of preference.

Seeing is believing, for those who live in thrall,
accepting what is perceived is all they ever recall.
Unknown to them, reality follows another set of rules,
Deeper, more dangerous, and no place for fools.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/11/2012

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Naked Pearls

Stones on the path….

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“For after all what is man in nature?
A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing,
a central point between nothing and all
and infinitely far from understanding either.
The ends of things and their beginnings
are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret.
He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn
and the infinite in which he is engulfed.”

~~ Blaise Pascal ~~

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“It was the saying of Bion, that though the boys throw stones at frogs
in sport, yet the frogs do not die in sport but in earnest.”

~~ Plutarch — Which are the most crafty, Water or Land Animals? 7 ~~

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“Hope in reality is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.”

~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~

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“We usually get what we order from life.”

~~ Limon ~~

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“Humility is the better part of wisdom, and is most becoming in man.
But let no one disparage self-reliance;
it is, of all the rest, the greatest quality of true manliness.”

~~ Ferenc Kossuth ~~

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“Yet creeds mean very little,
Coth answered the dark god, still speaking almost gently.
The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds;
and the pessimist fears this is true.”

~~ James Branch Cabell, “The Silver Stallion” ~~

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“Independence?
That’s middle class blasphemy.
We are all dependent on one another,
every soul of us on earth.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~

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I have to say it…. that went well. I realize such sentiments, stated aloud, are a temptation to Murphy, but, we’ll make the probably erroneous assumption he’s busy elsewhere; what’s life without some risk, eh? Rather than wait too long, we’ll take our leave post-haste, to increase the odds of successful disengagement. I’ll be back, fairly soon, I’m sure, as I’ve been feeling better, mostly, which increases efficiency, as well as improving mood. Go figure, eh? It may not be tomorrow, but, I’ll be back, of that you may be assured. For now, go have some fun, or work, or whatever floats your boat; I’ll do the same….

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

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

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“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….