The claiming of the stew….

Ffolkes,

“Hold the MAYO & pass the COSMIC AWARENESS…”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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Kahlil’s Dream

Hajime…. As may be clear to some, given the selection of pearls today, I’m off the rails. Yesterday, I stumbled into a whole I didn’t see (spelling is deliberate), tumbling rapidly down the slippery slope of insanity, to a point long familiar to me, where pain, anguish, and tears mark the day. I can only say, in retrospect, it was not much fun. Moreover, my fragility continues this morning; it’s taking a lot of effort to not go off on little things. I can feel the pressure building again, and will spend today finding ways to keep from melting down….

Of course, there is no way to do so, once the critical mass of emotional power is reached, so, that mostly involves keeping my nose buried in a book, or busy doing stuff that means little, but occupies much attention. I prefer reading; it has always been my choice of preference when a break from reality is called for by the press of events. When the alternative involves weeping, and anguish unleashed, almost anything is better. SIGH….

Today, and for the foreseeable future, these blog posts may become even more important to staying sane. On the other hand, there are signs that trying to fulfill this particular chosen duty may not be so helpful any more, and, in fact, may be causing more stress than relieving it. It’s hard to tell just now, as almost everything in reality seems to resist my concern and/or rational handling, causing yet more angst to build up. Since the whole purpose of this is to release that angst, it may need to be altered, or even eliminated, in order to find any peace. Just now, my head’s not in any kind of space to decide, so, we’ll see how that goes….

As is now obvious, by the contents of this intro, I’m wandering around in my own head, trying to piece together some sort of order I can use to complete this missive. As is also obvious, to me, at least, it isn’t doing so well at that; order doesn’t seem to be on today’s menu anywhere. And, what the hell am I going to do if I can’t even order the menu? I guess I could retreat into delusion, & pretend God will show me the way, but, I’m afraid that particular set of nonsense never did much for me; everything I read about what God supposedly wanted sounded too much like somebody else’s idea of what THEY wanted.

Okay, now I’m falling into a rant mode, which, in this state, could prove extremely dangerous for all of us. Rather than try to use it, or abuse it, we’ll end this meandering diatribe now, and see if Smart Bee will give me enough pearls to complete the task. Since the first effort at that failed, odds are a bit iffy. But, we’ll try, and see y’all at the end of whatever happens…. Wish me luck; I’ll need it….

Shall we pearl?….

“YOW!! I’m in a very clever and adorable INSANE ASYLUM!!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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Guesswork….

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“Any one can hold the helm when the sea is calm.”

~~ Publilius Syrus — Maxim 358 ~~

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“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”

~~ Leonardo da Vinci ~~

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“Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality.”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

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“Do you love it do you hate it
There it is the way you made it”

~~ Frank Zappa, “Brown Shoes Don’t Make It” ~~

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“Kids, don’t gross me off..
“Adventures with MENTAL HYGIENE” can be carried too FAR!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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“GOOD-NIGHT, everybody..
Now I have to go administer FIRST-AID to my pet LEISURE SUIT!!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

All I can say is, go figure….. As it turned out, the group of contributors today is one of the most eclectic, yet solidly balanced, set of pearls and authors I’ve ever seen. The actual old-school message may be a bit obscure, but. it works, and is much deeper than it may seem on the surface… another ‘go figure’, I’d say.

Ah, well, that’s what happens when sanity is on vacation. I’ll say this: tomorrow is another day. Whether I am up to creating Pearls remains to be seen. One way or another, I’ll be back; I just don’t know right now how that will look, or feel. Ask Steve, if you can get him on the line…. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait for the actual event to see what happens. So will I….. See ya, ffolkes….

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

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

Which is Why….

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

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

Bursting with intrepid folios….

Ffolkes,

“I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed.”

~~ Thomas Moore — Oft in the Stilly Night ~~

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Blue Glory….

Hajime…. Today, our Pearl of Virtual Wisdom comes to you complete, with poem, video, and old-school pearl, as well as an introductory section worthy of the sobriquet. The video is a live concert, by a modern rock band with an excellent group of old-school rockers, living large. As for the rest, we’ll see how it goes….

It may be noted, in a positive sense, there is no rant. This is a direct result of a serious lack of angst, for which I am grateful, if puzzled. It’s not as if the world, or reality, or society, or any of the other global/universal phenomena we observe have, all of a sudden, cleaned up their act. No, the human race continues to infest the face of the Earth, spreading discord and monkey rage without regard for anything beyond its own ego-driven desires. What seems to be lacking is my own reaction; it seems my “give-a-shit” has given all the shit it intends to give, and, I say, about damn time.

While good for my inner serenity, it doesn’t bode well for future of the ranting section. Oh, well. So be it. It will do for today’s Pearl, anyway; at this point, that’s all I care about, so, there. Yes, I’m retreating into childishness; it seems the best, or, at least, quickest way to get out of here, where we seem to be wandering, and get on with the rest of this mess. Y’know what? Instead, let’s just get ruthless, which looks, surprisingly, just like this….

Shall we pearl?….

“If something is unsustainable, it tends to stop.
Or, as the old adage advises,
‘If your horse dies, we suggest you dismount.'”

~~ Herbert Stein, Economist and humorist ~~

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Beginning to end….

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“You take your life in your own hands,
and what happens?
A terrible thing: no one to blame.”

~~ Erica Jong ~~

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“Always do what you are afraid to do.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“Driven by the force of love
the fragments of the world seek each other
that the world may come into being.”

~~ Teilhard de Chardin ~~

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“You will know unexpected happiness.
You will know the sorrow of seeing what is dearest to you
cut down before your eyes.
Accept that.
That is the nature of human existence,
and you have no time to buffer this fact
with fairy tales and illogical explanations.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“There is no cure for birth and death other than to enjoy the interval.”

~~ George Santayana ~~

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Phish

Image from treehugger.com via Google Images

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Veiled warning….

Affable, as ever was, he waited for
an affordable taste of post-logical approbation;
it seemed apropos at the time. You see,
formidable concepts, with unbreakable annotation
are not soluble.

A vortex coalesces on the parlor table,
as myrmidons murmur, “What the…?”,
in predictable stentorian tones.
Build it, and they will sum.

“Why not examine the fables and myths?”
Because they hide, that’s why.
Only pertinent illusions are allowed to manifest;
guns drawn, though generally with a reluctant sigh.

Effigies twist and turn in the brutal wind
blown clear from an unpromised land.
Portents give warning, unbidden,
lost in the tumble of organized Time.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/20/2016

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“I got lost in the time vortex. The TARDIS brought me home.”

~~ Doctor (Pertwee), PLANET OF THE SPIDERS ~~

As it always does…. With its built-in precision, it also dropped us right at the end of today’s mess. Funny how that works, eh? I have now used up all the tricks I know, so, we’ll take our leave, and try again tomorrow, ‘kay? ‘Kay! See ya, ffolkes; that’s a given….

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….

Life, death, & love, en passant….

Ffolkes,

“There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.”

~~ Han Suyin, “A Many Splendored Thing” ~~

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Ben from the other side….

Hajime…. It’s going to be a busy day here in the neighborhood, I think. Yesterday, both Leelu and I spent most of the day in desert predator mode, holding as still as possible, for as long as possible, in order to deal with the oppressive heat with which our planet is currently gifting us. ‘Twas only around 90, but, the humiture was so high, the sweat wouldn’t evaporate; this neutralizes our personal cooling systems, putting us at the mercy of the layer of still, hot air….. I had to go nudist, just to cope, which isn’t a mental image I’d wish on anyone…. Today is supposed to be cooler, but, we’ll see what Murphy has to say on that before committing to any feelings of relief….

That said, to our usual lack of clear purpose, and, given the reluctance my dB is showing today, we’d best get on with the rest of this, before all chance of getting done has gone wherever such things go. I did manage to put together a decent old-school pearl for your enjoyment/confusion, so, all will be well as it can be, as long as Reality doesn’t overreact. It happens sometimes, but, let’s plan for the worst, and hope for the best, ‘kay? ‘Kay!… On that particularly weird note, let’s get on with it….

Shall we pearl?….

“It’s like deja-vu, all over again.”

~~ Yogi Berra ~~

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Turn left at Death….

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“The fear of death is more to be dreaded than death itself.”

~~ Publius Syrus — Maxim 511 ~~

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“Living Dead
the path is chosen,
to live forever is to die forever.

To not know when you’ll die
is to find life
wherever you are.”

~~ Alagad ~~

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“(Someone once said) …time is the fire in which we burn.”

~~ Soran, Star Trek: Generations ~~

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“By concentrating the thoughts, one can fly.
By concentrating the desires, one falls.”

~~ Leonardo Da Vinci, “The Secret of the Golden Flower” ~~

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“Get up one more time than they knock you down…
Don’t just stand there.”

~~ Steadfast Bee ~~

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“Truckin’, like the do-dah man
Once told me “Gotta play your hand.
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime
If you don’t lay’em down.”
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it’s been.”

~~ Truckin’ by Garcia, Weir, Lesh, Hunter ~~

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“Faboo!, Would you like to see me make bubbles with my spit?””

~~ Wakko Warner

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Well, it’s done, and, done as well as can be expected, under the circumstances, which are too complex to relate, but, compelling nonetheless. At this point in time, I feel my hold on reality slipping, so, let’s go post, so I can fade back into a less-than-fully-conscious state of mind, which seems to work best for enduring the heat….. In spite of the obvious handicaps under which we operate, we fully intend to return tomorrow, sans the royal ‘we’…. See ya, ffolkes…. Be cool; it’s strange 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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

In truth, qui custodiet ipsos custodes?….

Ffolkes,

“If you need anything just whistle.
You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve?
Just put your lips together and blow.”

~~ Lauren Bacall, “To Have and Have Not” ~~

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Condescending to pose….

Hajime…. It’s a Sunday today, not that it means much to me. Since retiring, and being handed the controls to my schedule, which day of the week we currently inhabit isn’t particularly relevant, other than how it affects where I might go, as many businesses aren’t open. Beyond that, it really has no meaning for me, in terms of how I need to deal with real time decisions. In today’s reality, it only means this is the day I should have been able to visit my grandson; the reality of my physical status has once again made it moot, as I have been forced into the conclusion I am no longer physically able to drive a car.

Oh, I can still perform the necessary actions; the problem lies in how that affects my spine and hips, to wit: it causes severe, sharp pain in both, after only a mile or two of in-town driving. I could try to adjust, but, it seems clear it just isn’t in the picture any longer, for the price I pay to do it is way more than I can afford to pay. An hour’s drive time doesn’t seem worth three days in bed, somehow…. So, I’m again compelled to find new ways to do things I used to do without having to think about it at all. Pain in the bloody arse, that’s for damn sure….

Now I’ve offered up my complaints, I’ll forgo further such indulgence, in favor of completing today’s Pearl. It’s not quite what it used to be, but, it’s not bad, I think. Y’all make the decision on that, anyway, so, all I have to do it get it online to find out. Since sitting isn’t my friend, I’ll get that done, so I can deal with the resultant consequences in private. Today, that means a bit of sadness, at having to miss yet another visit…. SIGH…. getting old’s getting old, y’know?…..

Shall we pearl?….

“A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe,
a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings
as something separated from the rest
–a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison,
restricting us to our personal desires
and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.
Our task must be to free from this prison
by widening our circle of compassion
to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty.”

~~ Albert Einstein ~~

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All you really need to know, right here….

“The world, Govinda, is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment; every sin already carries grace within it, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people — eternal life. It is not possible for one person to see how far another is on the way; the Buddha exists in the robber and the dice player; the robber exists in the Brahmin. During deep meditation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman. Therefore, it seems to me that everything that exists is good–death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly. Everything is necessary, everything needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can hurt me. I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary for me to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world, and no longer compare it with some kind of desired imaginary world, some imaginary vision of perfection, but to leave it as it is, to love it and be glad to belong to it. These, Govinda, are some of the thoughts that are in my mind.” — Hermann Hesse, _Siddartha_

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Blithely Untitled

A poem came to me today, willy, nilly,
along with a sharp blow to the head.
Since it left me feeling just a bit silly,
anything that rhymes should lessen the dread.

Manifesting destiny into a small, insidious group
we push on toward sanity, concentrating hard.
Full engaging moments spent navigating the loop
shall ever make a difference to victims found in the yard.

Still corpses of creatures, straight out of nightmare
fill up the corners of our tortured minds.
While ever saddened, the iconic male, most debonair,
gazes softly, ironically, at all the mutual interest he finds.

Moronic public statutes compel outbreaks of sanity,
responding to momentary impulses toward inducing peace.
Still, the motions get completed, in fertile stages of inanity
while the bulk of our inmates can find no surcease.

Reluctant motivation to continue is unbound,
striving to ascertain how far there yet remains to go.
No precognitive guesswork will make any less of a sound
to soften the final strains, or teach us to truly know.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/10/2014

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The title of today’s Pearl is more relevant than usual, if only because it is the simplest way for me to express my feelings of mistrust toward our ‘governors’. In essence, it is a mini-rant, in one pithy statement, implying both the problem, and the solution. I guess that makes this a rather special Pearl, in its own quiet way…. I’ll take it. And, so will you, at least for now. I’ll try again tomorrow, most likely. I don’t seem to be able to stop myself…. See y’all then, mes amis….

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….

10,000 maniacs won’t be enough; triple it….

Ffolkes,

“The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.”

~~ Hungarian proverb ~~

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And, your point is…?

Hajime…. The good news is two-fold; I’m definitely feeling better, well enough to sit, with proper alignment, for up to 15 or 20 minutes. Also, I can feel a poem in there, percolating. The other face of these events, sad to say, is less positive; sitting remains problematic after a time, and the poem isn’t ready to bleed out yet. I figure Murphy’s got his eye on things, and will screw them up, best he can, but, not going to worry about that, since that’s par for the course. I’ll try to be patient, & stay with the program, just in case there’s an opportunity to stick it to HIM for a change. Fat chance, right?

I’m unsure as to how much time I’ve got to get this done; my back is good to go, but, always on edge to complain. To forgo having to give up altogether, I’m going to piece this together quickly, & be done with it for the day, hoping for more time tomorrow. Not like me to depend on chance, but, what can one do in the face of such conundrum? Going with the flow seems like the safest path to take, and, by gosh, we’re taking it. Not only will we do so, we’ll do it now, for luck…. Luck’s about the only chance we have, so, let’s go find it…..

Shall we pearl?….

“The function of an ideal is not to be realized but
like that of the North Star, to serve as a guiding point.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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Sublimated Rant

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“A short saying oft contains much wisdom.”

~~ Sophocles — Aletes, Frag. 99 ~~

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“It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.”

~~ Voltaire ~~

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“…You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”

~~ Bob Dylan, from “Subterranean Homesick Blues” 1967 ~~

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“Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich.”

~~ Napoleon Bonaparte ~~

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“They begin with making falsehood appear like truth,
and end with making truth itself appear like falsehood.”

~~ Shensione ~~

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“The human mind is a dangerous plaything, Boys.
When it’s used for Evil, watch out!
But when it’s used for Good, things are much… nicer.”

~~ the Tick ~~

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“I know a lot of people without brains who do an awful lot of talking.”

~~ The Scarecrow, Wizard of Oz ~~

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Accentuated Lessons

Bold statements of calculated intent
Become common rule of the malcontent.
Avarice assumes such attractive wear
Beguiling deception, illusory and fair.

Grasping and pulling with ghostly hands
Legally proper in all the signatory lands.
Seeking and finding each vulnerable soul
Anguish as payment for exacting the toll.

Wraiths of commerce’s invisible dead guards
Still haunt the dreams left in sad empty yards.
While absentee nobles sit in stiffly elegant splendor
Served by sad-faced detainees in abject surrender.

Escape from reality is illusory at best
Often we falter and fail its daily test.
Only when focused on inner strength
Does peace stay with us for any length.

Peace lies within, always…..

~~ gigoid ~~

12/6/2013

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One of these days, I’m going to learn HTML; the things it does might just make more sense if I knew the language. SIGH…. Formatting issues aside, hopefully fixed, it’s done. To keep from blowing it up entirely, I’ll end it here, with the usual caveat. I’ll be back, and that’s all the warning you’ll get…. See ya, ffolkes….

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

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

Which is Why….

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

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

Balancing sour with savory….

Ffolkes,

“Around existence twine,
(Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!)
ropes of twisted vine.”

~~ Basho ~~

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Enjoying it WAY too much….

Hajime…. It’s late getting posted, and, it’s not much, but, hey…. it got done, & that’s what counts in the blog world. Plus, it gives me the chance to post this picture, one I find much solace in having taken myself. I’m not even sure WHY it is such a good feeling; must have something to do with the elegance of the elephant’s pose; the sheer dignity overwhelms my sense of irony, I guess. Whatever the case may be, there it is, and ain’t she just the picture of fun? Well, she’s having fun, anyway….

Speaking of fun, let’s go post this, and try to get out there to have some it it ourselves today; what do you say? Sound like a plan? Well, alrighty then…. Since I can’t hear your responses anyway, I guess I’ll quit the bullshit, and go get this slow on the toad. Yeah, that’s the ticket….

Shall we pearl?….

“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”

~~ William Butler Yeats, “The Stolen Child” ~~

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Just stuff to remember….

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Freedom begins between the ears.

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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“What we do for ourselves dies with us.
What we do for others and the world
remains and is immortal.”

~~ Albert Pine ~~

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“There is no method except yourself.”

~~ Harold Bloom ~~

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“It is the mark of an educated mind
to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Don’t be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin.”

~~ Grace Hansen ~~

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Since I seem unable to rant, whether because of inability to sit long enough, or, lack of organization, matters not; it’s not getting done. Here’s a poem I wrote earlier this year to sublimate the urge to rant, which serves nicely today, to fulfill our need…. I hope you enjoy it….

Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/2/2016

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That will have to do for today, ffolkes. Though the process seems to hold up to our new format, there are still some bugs that need to be worked out. I’ll try to work on that, in time to return tomorrow, same Bat-time, same Bat-station…. Count on 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

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

“Nifty,” he said. “Does it divide, or, multiply?”….

Ffolkes,

“Be *excellent* to each other.”

~~ Bill, or Ted, in Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure ~~

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Idyllic Dreams

Hajime…. There is hope. Enough to warrant some cautious optimism, anyway. Rather than jinx any such positive outcome, I won’t speak of it, but, it needed to be acknowledged, if only to assuage my own angst. Also, to avoid any accusations of preferential treatment, I’ll go one step further, and deny it all if confronted. Will that do? I hope so, because it’s the best I’ve got.

Sad, eh? Oh, well. I’m still a bit surprised at being able to sit this long, but, rather than let that tempt me into trying to go all rational, I’ll just use the emotional advantage it gives me, in a sympathetic sense, to claim exemption for the intro for today. In essence, it’s really not an issue, though the bureaucrats would have us believe otherwise; we’ll let them believe whatever they wish, as it won’t alter any of the material chosen for this Pearl. In fact, it won’t alter ANY portion of Reality. It never does, but, we try to ignore that.

Okay, I’m a bit out of practice at Piffle, it’s clear. I think we’d best just get on with this, before it goes rancid. Tell you what, let’s just pretend none of this happened, and all will be well. Well, as well as it can be, given the state of affairs now extant. Ah, screw it, we’re outta here, ffolkes, before it all submits to the demands of entropy.

Shall we pearl?….

“Another of his sayings was, that education was the best viaticum of old age.”

~~ Diogenes Laertius — Aristotle, xi ~~

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Naked Pearls

Oddly Enough….

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“Be prepared to go mad with fixed rule and method.”

~~ Horace ~~

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“You must look into people, as well as at them.”

~~ Lord Chesterfield ~~

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“The true meaning of life is to plant trees,
under whose shade you do not expect to sit.”

~~ Nelson Henderson ~~

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“And furthermore, my bowling average is unimpeachable!!!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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“Some people never find it
Some only pretend, but me
I just want to live happily ever after
Every now and then”

~~ Jimmy Buffet ~~

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Yesterday was much like this, so, it seems appropriate….

Blue chameleon

It’s hot today, with chances of pain & rain.
So it says on the news.
Guess there’s nothing to do again
unless it’s sing the blues.

The blues are gettin’ old, though.
So I say, & I should know.
I been singin’ the bloody songs, y’know?
For what seems a long row to hoe.

S’pose it could get better someday.
I’ve heard that tune before.
Always seemed out of tune anyway;
I ain’t waitin’ any more.

Bang those drums & kick the cans.
May as well raise some hell.
Clang together some old pots & pans;
It hides the little voices so well.

Never worry, don’t you fear at all.
We’ve got certificates of note.
Bureaucratic protections, officially small.
Non carborundum illegitimi, he wrote.

Time, and circumstance, wrote me today.
It came in the daily mail from home.
It said I shouldn’t write unless I say
you’ll be charged for the distance you roam.

~~ gigoid ~~

5/28/2016

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Not too shabby, for what it is. I’ll take it, and run. I’ll also issue the usual caveat, to wit: I’ll be back, hopefully tomorrow, to try again. Hmm… maybe, if I decided to define WHAT I’m trying for, it might work better. Have to check that out. For now, see ya….

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….

Pain is a four-letter word….

Ffolkes,

“It is not worth an intelligent man’s time to be in the majority.
By definition, there are already enough people to do that.”

~~ G. H. Hardy ~~

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Random Kirk ~~ Greenock, Scotland

Hajime…. Evolution is an implacable process, regardless of what point on the scale at which one resides. Those who have the most experience in observing the process, as we all must, from the inside, have no distinct advantage over those brand new to its principles of reality based requirements, otherwise known as parameters. In short, age is no defense against the universe; the laws which regulate its operation are equally applicable to the young, the old, and the foolish. Go figure, eh?

During this most recent vacation from blogging, I’ve been forced to read more, stand more, and write less, as the time needed to transfer my thoughts onscreen has been too much to tolerate. This morning seems to have brought me a bit of space, hence this intro section, composed while I am able….

This inability to spend any consistent time at writing continues; what you see above is from two days ago. As is patently clear by now, it’s making it hard to keep the material from looking and feeling weird to me, chopped up & rustic, rather than smooth and elegant. Of course, elegance is a goal for which I often shoot, but, seldom hit; it sounds good though, doesn’t it?

The above, in retrospect, teaches me this; things will have to change, if I intend to continue blogging. How those changes look has yet to be discovered. For now, we’ll go with what I’ve managed to put together, and, hope for the best…. Without further discussion, we’ll go do that now….

Shall we pearl?….

“I leapt headlong into the sea,
and thereby have become better acquainted
with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks,
than if I had stayed upon the green shore,
and piped a silly song, and took tea and comfortable advice.”

~~ John Keats ~~

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Having listened to this concerto many times, I can attest it is perfectly suited for reading with blogs…. So, enjoy!…..

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W.A. Mozart
Concerto for Flute & Harp

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“All warfare is based on deception.”

~~ Sun Tzu (ca. 500 BC) ~~

For more than three weeks now, I’ve been unable to sit long enough to write. Moreover, it isn’t looking as if that is ever going to change; if it does, it won’t be soon. This acknowledgment of reality is hard for me, but, inescapable. Not being able to vent is, without doubt, a serious conundrum, about which I haven’t a clue as how to fix; the building pressure is becoming dangerous, & not just to me. Critical mass is approaching, and nobody likes nuclear explosions….

The quote you see above from The Art of War is, in many ways, always a good place to begin a rant, yet, I am unable to take advantage long enough to put anything together, thanks to the onset of excruciating pain after about three minutes of sitting, requiring me to get up, & move about until it passes, or, worse, to lie down until the pain is manageable. It’s making a serious dent in my serenity, to be sure. It is also making it necessary to once again transform Pearls of Virtual Wisdom into a new, or, rather, old configuration….

“He knew that insofar as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.” — Ursula K. LeGuin, “The Lathe of Heaven”

I cannot deny the pain; I must adjust. So, long story short, from this day forward, until further notice, the Pearls you see will resemble the first one published here; an introductory statement or two, followed by the day’s selection of pearls for your edification and glad consumption. Until my condition allows me to sit long enough to actually compose, that’s about all I can promise to get done. It’s not up to the standards I’ve since adopted, but, those standards no longer apply.

Otherwise, I would have to stop writing completely; I’m not ready to give that up, nor am I willing to give up the people I’ve met here, who have become like family…. So, I’ll be around, if less often, and less copiously…. All you can do is all you can do, as we know….

I hope you’ve enjoyed today’s introspective, and hope y’all will continue to drop in now & again to say howdy, or just enjoy the pearls. For the nonce, that will have to do, for all of us….

gigoid has spoken….. So be it….

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A Seasonal Approach

Absolute stillness grips a frozen field,
anticipating dawn with such patient yield
morning burgeoning in dark winter’s hold
brings promise of tales yet to be told.

Lengthening days of pale sun unto night
slowly tell of time’s subversive flight
bringing such original songs of natural fire
with melodies complex in casual attire.

The months are certain they will always win
it is just the way it has always been.
None may argue, nor yet slow life down
Nor dim the eternal beauty of nature’s gown.

Winter evolves from fall into spring,
sending flocks and hearts ever awing.
Summer follows suit, t’other way ’round
Spring into fall, often without a sound.

Life is meant to be lived, beginning to end
choices abound, and change can be a friend.
Yielding with grace to reality’s compelling ploy
fills our plain existence with clean, honest joy.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/26/2012

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Naked Pearls

Notes on Life at Large

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“Our care should not be to have lived long as to have lived enough.”

~~ Seneca ~~

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

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“It is ridiculous to lay the blame of our wrong actions upon external causes,
rather than on the facility with which we ourselves are caught by such causes.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Practice Random Acts of Kindness and Senseless Beauty.”

~~ Ancient Hippie proverb ~~

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“Really to see the sun rise or go down every day…would preserve us sane forever.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“Good enough is never good enough.”

~~ AB Guthrie ~~

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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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Well, it took two weeks to put this together, but, it’s done. Hopefully, with the changes in format I’m planning, more Pearls will be forthcoming. Our elegant invention, Time, will tell, I’m sure. Since I’m nearing my three-minute limit, I’m going to end this & go post, before I am unable to do so, again. I WILL be back; that’s a promise, which is never made lightly. Hopefully, I’ll also be able to go surfing soon, to make up for all the time I’ve lost visiting my friends’ blogs…. For now, we’ll take our leave, with our usual caveat, to wit: even reality has to take a breath now and then. Whatever that means…. See ya, ffolkes….

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

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

Which is Why….

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

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Platoons of hopeful myrmidons….

Ffolkes,

“When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport;
when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~

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The Tower of London from mid-Thames

Hajime…. I seem to have reached a plateau, where sitting for a few moments isn’t quite as painful as has been true for the past couple weeks. The process of healing has progressed slowly, as I was/am not entirely certain exactly how and what was injured in my lower back and hips. The symptoms have determined the treatment, as I’ve had to seek and discover ways of moving, and performing normal activities in new ways, to keep from making the pain excruciatingly debilitating. The movements I’ve discovered have told me a new story about what is going on, a story I don’t much like, so far….

What I’ve discovered, and will now discuss with my new Doc, is this: my spinal discs are toast, especially those in the lumbar region. In fact, they probably look like toast, with a grainy, brown, OLD look and feel to them, to go along with the degraded performance of their function. Maybe some peanut butter would help it hold together a little better; ya think? At any rate, I now must perform a new batch of research, to find out just what I CAN do, to improve what is basically an age-related condition, made worse by long-term over-use. Then, of course, comes the difficult part, the reconditioning, to make it strong again…. I have a feeling that may never happen to the degree I’d like to see….

This all bodes ill for writing. Though it seems to have stimulated a few of my poetry genes, it doesn’t much help when I cannot sit long enough to get the words out of my head, onto the screen, much less spend time perusing and editing, to work it into the shape it must assume to fit my inner vision. On the other hand, maybe it will improve my work, since I’ll have to be as efficient a I can, in order to get any of it down in the two or three paragraphs worth of time I can tolerate….

As you see, we’ve reached such a distinction; I’ll quit complaining, & get on with the rest of this, so I’ll have something to post, maybe even tomorrow… whenever THAT is. For now, let’s do this, just as if things were as they’ve always been around here… which, considering the state of disarray in which we find ourselves, is exactly the case….

I do have one good piece of news to relate in this milieu; there’s no rant today, at all. I don’t feel like recycling an old one, and I can’t sit long enough to create one. Hence, I’ll abstain, doing us all a small favor…. With that bonus fresh in mind, let’s get this slow on the toad….

Shall we pearl?….

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

~~ Dr. Who ~~

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Gil Scott Heron

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I feel gritty, and real. Can’t get any more real than this…. Pretty gritty, too.

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Gil Scott Heron Live

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Neurons/Parade Rest

Forlorn, he thought, but, then,
no, not really so.
Old, sad, strong; polluted by time’s red pen.
Nowhere left, to be, nor to go.

Tricks, not treats, forever remote,
strike fear into hearts fettered in fog.
Biting deep, stinging, we simper by common rote,
mired eternally in such bilious bog.

Torturous vision, bloody, capitulates in duplicate;
don’t ask for whom the spell trolls.
Ambiguity is real, impossible to extricate,
that’s how it rocks, then rolls.

Spiteful instruments offer no respite, patently.
Filigree lacks properly significant doubt.
Alternative answers formulate motivation, elegantly,
portraying reality as a vulgar lout.

Poltroons, there’s a good word,
for idiotic farmers, enthusiasts who borrow
time, filled with the blood of a bird;
solitary, the trickster cannot follow.

Affable moments trip the light, fantastic;
salacious intimacies fill a shimmering bower.
Night falls, eventually, monastic;
eternity calls with irresistible power.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/11 – 8/15/2016

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Naked Pearls

Life at Large

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“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge, you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”

~~ Kurt Vonnegut ~~

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” It is Maya!
Dost thou not know her?
Illusion — dreams — phantoms.
But, to the wise, Maya is more.
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But, to the wise, Maya is more.
Look around:
All that thou see’st,
Trees and shrubs, The grass at thy feet,
All that walks or creeps,
All that flies from tree to tree,
All is unreal: All is Maya.
Our bodies, our limbs, our very thoughts.
We ourselves are slaves to Maya.
What remaineth? Who can say?
Love to the lover,
The child to the mother,
The song to the singer,
God to the worshipper;
These, wandering thro’ the world of Maya,
Are perchance shadows of that which is.”

~~ Holst, Savitri (based upon the sanskrit Mahabharata) ~~

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“Learn what you are and be such. “

~~ Pindar ~~

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Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times,
it’s the only time we’ve got.
— Art Buchwald

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“I wanted a perfect ending …
Now I’ve learned, the hard way,
that some poems don’t rhyme,
and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change,
taking the moment and making the best of it,
without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious ambiguity.”

~~ Gilda Radner ~~

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“Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone?”

~~ Joni Mitchell, “Pave Paradise” ~~

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“Don’t ask me where I’m going,
Just listen when I’m gone
And far away you’ll hear me singing softly to the dawn”

~~ Pippin ~~

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Such as it is, there ’tis. It’s been only three days since last posting, & it will be interesting to see if I get any traffic. I’ve been unable to visit my friends’ blogs much, which is necessary to maintain any sort of audience in blog-land. But, my last absence did produce a massive number of likes, perhaps a record for this blog, so, we’ll see what happens, and be happy with it…. I might even be able to answer some comments this time, since I can sit a little more…. we’ll see how that goes…. It is apparently going to take at least three days to put together enough material to post; I’m hoping it won’t be longer, but, only time will tell. Until I can do so again, y’all be well, and happy as you may….. I will be back, and, though I can’t say when; I will see y’all then…. Count on that….

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….

Whistling in the twilight….

Ffolkes,

“Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves.

Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you’ve got an audience.”

— Diogenes

Albert E & true sin

Hajime…. I have not posted for five days. This is a natural result of not being capable of sitting for more than five minutes before moving is necessary. I can’t say, right now, how long it might be before I’m able to write again; it’s sorely missed, allow me to assure you. I also miss being able to read and comment on the blogs I like to follow when I can. But, you knew that….

My only purpose today is to let ffolkes know I WILL return, though ‘when’ is still up in the air. In some ways, I’m enjoying the time away from virtual reality, though I must say, it’s much more rational than the real kind right now.

That’s all ffolkes. I must move now; I’m already way past my limit for one sitting. Here then, as our only offering today, is a haiku, to send us on our way….

Slowly, time proceeds;

the future remains unknown.

Reality walks on.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/13/2016

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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….