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Dreaming of dragons on the wing….

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Ffolkes,

“He that feareth is a slave,
were he never so rich, were he never so powerful.
But he that is without fear is king of all the world.”

~~ E. R. Eddison, “The Worm Ouroboros” ~~

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Neighborhood scoundrel at play….

Hajime…. Yesterday, this sleepy little seaside town saw 103º F, which lasted through the night; it was still 85º at 10:00 pm. It’s 0630 now, & already pushing 80º, with a high predicted to reach 105º. But, climate change is just a myth, so, nothing to see here, move along. To watch people try to deal with such temps would be amusing, if it weren’t so pathetic, and, for many of society’s less capable or challenged individuals, dangerous to their health & well-being. Like Bert Russell once noted, sometimes one must be moved to a bottomless well of pity for the suffering of mankind…. I would share his sentiment, if it were not so clearly their own damn fault most of the time.

But, it’s too damn hot, and early, to rant; moreover, I really don’t want to do so very much, not any more. What’s the point, when virtually nobody listens, or makes any attempt to change their lives, or the way they approach it, which is, almost always, the root cause of all their suffering? Oh, well, I suppose some folks enjoy drama in their lives, though I can’t claim to understand why. I guess, when one suffers from a sense of helplessness and confusion, drama seems like a way to feel something other than dread and despair. SIGH…. Silly humans….

Rather than continue in such a fruitless vein, let’s do something else. Since I have most of this done, I suggest we move on down the page, listen to a bit of music, enjoy today’s poem choice, & some fine, if relatively obscure pearls of virtual wisdom, strung together on a common thread, together becoming greater than the sum of parts. Plus, if nothing else, it will serve to distract me from the ridiculous heat we’re experiencing around here, long enough to run a cool bath…. See y’all down the line….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Don’t ever become a pessimist, Ira;
a pessimist is correct oftener than an optimist,
but an optimist has more fun
— and neither can stop the march of events.”

~~ Robert Heinlein, “Time Enough For Love” ~~

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Yesterday, we went with one default; today, we’re going with the other. I still donate every month to this organization, which pursues peace in the world through the application of music, and the teaching of human cooperation thereby…. Enjoy!….

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Song Around The World

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Today’s poem is for those living in the greater Pacific Northwest, who, with me, are suffering the heat; it’s a winter poem, & may provide a bit of cooling distraction, if only for the time it takes to read and consider…. Enjoy!….

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 ~~

10/2/012

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Naked Pearls

Notes on Process & Program

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“But the only way of discovering the limits of the possible
is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.”

~~ Arthur C. Clarke ~~

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“If you view your problem closely enough
you will recognize yourself as part of the problem.”

~~ Ducharm’s Axiom ~~

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“An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered;
an adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered.”

~~ G. K. Chesterton, “On Running After Ones Hat, All Things Considered”, 1908 ~~

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And so the little freighter sat upon the sea,
and, though Africa came closer day by day,
the freighter never moved.
She was old and weather-weary,
and she had learned to let the world come round to her.”

~~ Beryl Markham, “West With the Night” ~~

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“People are strange when you’re a stranger.”

~~ Jim Morrison ~~

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“The true perfection of man lies,
not in what man has, but in what man is .  .  .
Nothing should be able to harm a man but himself.
Nothing should be able to rob a man at all.
What a man really has is what is in him.
What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance.”

~~ Oscar Wilde ~~

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“I know who I am. Sometimes you go away, but I’m still here.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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Well, it’s late, but, it’s also done, so, I’m going for it. It’s already too hot to think deeply, so, I’ll forgo any more tricks, & just say, see y’all tomorrow, if’n I don’t melt first…. Stay strange, ffolkes; these days, it’s your best defense against the madness….

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.

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The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

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Ffolkes,


“Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science

and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.”


~~ Cyril Connolly ~~


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The Magic in Morning’s Light…


Hajime…. I’m not hung over…. yet. In fact, I’m still a little bit toasted, so, I’ll forgo trying to write coherently. Fortunately, this was all done but for the open & close, so, this is your open, and the close is at the other end. I’ll see you there….


Shall we Pearl?….


“Quem metuunt, oderunt.”

(They hate whom they fear.)


~~ Ennius (239-169 BC) ~~


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I’m running late; hence, we’re going with one of our default choices, to wit, some rather good classical music…. This one is a collection I put on when I want to read, or write, or just sit around, thinking of stuff…. It’s good for any of that, so, enjoy!….


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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


Once around the block….


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“Do all the good you can,

By all the means you can,

In all the ways you can,

In all the places you can,

At all the times you can,

To all the people you can,

As long as ever you can.”


~~ John Wesley ~~


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“One of the advantages of being disorderly

is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.”


~~ A. A. Milne ~~


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“It is better to know nothing than to know what ain’t so.”


~~ Josh Billings ~~


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“The secret of the magic of life consists

in using action in order to attain non-action.

One must not wish to leap over everything

and penetrate directly.”


~~ Lu Yen (fl. 800 A.D.) ~~


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“Look well into thyself;

there is a source of strength which will always spring up

if thou wilt always look there.”


~~ Marcus Aurelius ~~


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“He who searches for truth must not appease his urge

by giving himself up to the narcotic of belief.”


~~ Hans Reichenbach, “The Philosophy of Matter in the Atomic Age” ~~


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“C’est la vie.”


~~ Ancient Human Wisdom, in French ~~


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There you go…. That’s all I’ve got, ffolkes. Rather than draw this out, I’ll merely say, see you soon enough, & have done with it. Be well, be happy as you may, &  stay alert…. It’ll all work out in the end, & that’s where we are….


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….





		
	
					

		
		
	


				
					
	

		

						
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Ffolkes,


“Many people would rather die than think; in fact, most do.”


~~ Bertrand Russell (1872-1967) ~~


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Leelu Magicat, Daughter of Bastet, at her ease…


Hajime…. In my battle to regain a modicum of composure, intellectually, at least, I managed to cobble together a pretty interesting Pearl. It’s a bit longer than usual, but, only because I cheated in the final, old-school section, by using the entire Pearl of Virtual Wisdom as posted on 10/15/2011, only a couple months after beginning here on WP. All in all, I’m content, if not entirely happy, with what occurred; under the given circumstances, it’s the best I can do…. which is yet another situation where “So be it….” becomes appropriate….


To make the transition, from standard reality to mine, a bit smoother, I think a strong display of will power is in order; applying it to an efficient trimming of this introductory section may enhance today’s overall reading experience, enough to make it more palatable than otherwise may be the case. Of course, this presupposes it is edible, or potable, in the first place, but, we’ve been known to make unwarranted assumptions previously, & can’t be expected to change overnight, & most especially, on command. We can, however, be expected to back up those assumptions with a bit of proof. Now, if we could only find some, all would be well. Since we cannot, our only possible alternative is to completely ignore it all, & go on as if nothing at all has taken place…


Mostly, you’ll note, it hasn’t. Let’s see if we can’t find something a bit more entertaining, if no more compellingly ridiculous. We’re getting pretty close to complete absurdity, as I retreat further & further from true reality, hoping to find surcease, if not redemption, in a magnificent display of madness, which, given our predilection for such displays on short notice, might have been possible, had it not been for your alert reaction. Go figure, eh?….


Now, then…. If you aren’t completely confused, well, then, so am I. Let’s see what other madness we can generate….


Shall we Pearl?….


“A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth

the first time he bites off more than he can chew.”


~~ Herb Caen ~~


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Chooka Parker


Image from Pinterest.com via Google Images


In 2011, this young man, then 16 years of age, walked onto a stage in Australia, as an entrant in the Australia’s Got Talent TV show. He proceeded to play the piano, but, with a slight twist. He made his song up on the spot, improvising it as he played, expressing how he felt at that moment…. He went on to win that competition, with his second and third improvised songs, (each better than the last….), and now plays all over the world.


Follow the link in the player to his You Tube page, where you can find any number of great videos showing him play, in his unique style, every note improvised. Somebody DID eventually teach him to play standard music, (I suspect he can play anything he hears once, though I haven’t looked into that talent in his case); I watched a clip of him making up a blues/boogie-woogie song about 5 minutes long, which was, without doubt, the most incredible piano work I’ve EVER seen or heard…. Just watch & listen; your mouth will drop open, I guarantee, at his brilliance….


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Mozart, Reborn

 Chooka Parker






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Illusory Time


Viewed from askance, the river is long;

deep, uncompromisingly intent, swift and strong.

In duality, perception creates our only reality;

such faux metaphoric paradox enforces mutability.


By two we perceive, both zero, and one;

digital, binary, on or off, such fun.

Separate, melded, we exist, knowing not what we know

ego, striving to be solitary, looking above, seeing below.


Furiously asleep, cultural anomaly claims a victim of choice;

validly unconscious, nobody speaks, nary a voice.

Potential escapees stir in dreams, fighting to wake,

until taking the wheel, for their own bloody sake.


Pots boil in due time, when the fire’s hot,

time exists to our advantage; or, not.

The solitary warrior, head bent in pain,

fights on, with, or without gain.


Night fell, day after day it persisted;

of those who knew, none showed any care, or resisted

Angels, ministers, none had any defense, nor grace;

all that remains is a face.


~~ gigoid ~~


10/22/2016


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An Ancient Pearl


From 10/15/2011….


Ffolkes,


The Sun, life-giving orb of light and warmth, which dies each night, is born again each morning, gloriously aflame with potential. As the world turns in slow majesty, a scene of aching beauty is revealed; small plants and trees stretching their leaves toward the source of warmth, creatures great and small moving over the land, greeting the day with energy and purpose, colorful birds arcing and swooping through the warming air.


With a look at each other, the two young boys grinned, and with a cry of pure joy, took off running toward a nearby stand of trees. Legs pounding as hard and fast as their hearts, evenly matched, they ran with abandon, startling birds and small creatures, laughing in sheer exuberance. When they came to the edge of the trees, they stopped by mutual accord. Breathing hard, they gazed into the shadows, thinking about why they had come, why they were here, filling their souls with beauty at the beginning of the day….


I’m told that constant practice makes for constant improvement, and if this is so, then I should be getting damn close to competence, if not perfection. The paragraphs above are the start of yet another story that will most likely never be told. I write them principally to keep dross from building up in my psyche, and as a sort of contrast to the reality of the rest of the piece. An introductory bridge, as it were, carrying the reader into the realms of thought, where I can then provide you with an upgrade to the DABSDS (Defense Against B___S___ Delivery System) that comes installed in your brain. It gives me a chance to limber up my typing finger, and loosen the mental muscle, which, as we all know, is an essential precursor to the use of these peripherals without sustaining injury.


Today’s group of Pearls is an eclectic one, with a diverse, compelling batch of authors. Cultural values from all over the world, and from many different ages of history are represented here, and I think the variety is part of its strength; it goes to show that wisdom is not limited to one book. Indeed, I believe that the admixture that came together today is greatly enhanced by the contrast of ideas, creating a more powerful effect upon the reasoning mind… hope you enjoy!….


“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.” — James Thurber


The only real failure in life is the failure to try.


“It is a misconception that spirituality brings everlasting happiness. There is no such thing. Sadness still comes to the wise, but, unlike most

people, their clarity of mind allows them to see beyond the temporal emotionalism of the moment. They are farseeing, and so happiness and sorrow become the same to them.” — Deng Ming-Dao


Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go,

the beautiful, the tender, the kind;

Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.

I know.

But I do not approve.

And I am not resigned.


~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music” ~~


“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of–but do it in private and wash you hands afterwards.” — Lazarus Long


“We turn not older with years, but newer every day.” — Emily Dickinson


Trust yourselves, my friends, so that ye may trust one another…..y’all take care out there…..


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It’s done. Looking back over it, I have decided to leave it alone. It’s odd enough as it is. In fact, I’ve done enough damage for one day, so, I’m outta here…. I’ll see y’all next time; no predictions today as to when; we’ll all have to be patient, & allow time to tell…. 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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Ffolkes,


“Truth is sacred;

and if you tell the truth too often

nobody will believe it.”


~~ G. K. Chesterton, ILN, 2/24/06 ~~


CEO


The CEO….


Hajime…. I’ve managed to cobble together a fairly decent Pearl, in only one day, so, I’ll post it, & hope for the best. My recent absences have, I think, caused some Gentle Readers to not come by very often…. SIGH. Oh, well; so be it. Since I do have this one ready, I guess I’ll post it right away. In order to do so in a timely fashion, I’ll even condescend to forgo all tricks, traps, sudden turns, or nonsensical forays into my head, opting instead to call this an intro, & be done with it. It’s actually one of my favorite openings, if only because I don’t have to come up with anything in particular, beyond what you already observe. Yep, I’m often lazy, but, then, I am human, aren’t I? Why, yes, yes I am. See y’all in the closing section….


Shall we Pearl?….


“To make up a great action there are no subordinate mean ones.”


~~ Thoreau ~~


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No introduction needed today; the music I’ve chosen is of a genre everyone knows, as it is, perhaps, the single most ancient form of sharing music, other than by singing. Humans have played guitars, or an instrument like it, since the days we hung out in caves to stay dry during inclement weather. In my opinion, anyone who does NOT like classical guitar simply hasn’t learned how to be fully human…. Enjoy!….


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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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Naked Pearls


Notes on Life at Large….


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“An it harms none, do what thou will.”


~~ Wiccan Credo ~~


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“Man shall not live by bread alone.”


~~ New Testament, Matthew iv, 4; Deuteronomy viii, 3 ~~


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“Forget the cake, go for the icing.”


~~ from Observations on Life From Children ~~


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“All’s fair in love and war – What a contemptible lie.”


~~ Lazarus Long ~~


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“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves;

otherwise we harden.”


~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


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“It is a fundamental law of nature that nothing ever quite works out.”


~~ Murphy’s Seventh Law ~~


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“Sure, understanding today’s complex world of the future

is a little like having bees live in your head.

But there they are . . .”


~~ The Firesign Theater, “I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus!” ~~


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There you have it, ffolkes. To make the closing section rather more of a match for the intro, I shall bring it to a rapid close, without the usual caveats, contortions, or blather. Makes for a nice change, don’t you think? Whatever…. I’ll be back tomorrow, if reality doesn’t intrude in its inimitable fashion. Until then, be well, & happy as you may be. I’m heading out into the BBR today, for a bit of guitar practice meself. Don’t step on any myrmidons; it irritates their sense of entitlement…. 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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Ffolkes,


“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time;

serenity, that nothing is.”


~~ Thomas Szasz ~~


Leelu w-attitude


Attitude….


Hajime…. It seems one truly can never expect the unexpected…. I was standing on my back porch, when my mind settled into a train of thought which led to an epiphany, of a deep, and abiding truth. Without detailing what led to this, (because now, it seems so obvious, the triggering perception is unimportant…. it’s in the past….), it can be said thus: The universe in which we live, which we have determined to exist in duality of nature, begins where it ends, with the very process, and concept, of creation. The simple most critical point of this duality thus demands that creation MUST simultaneously destroy. That’s it; everything else we perceive, as well as any and every thing we can imagine, by its birth, destroys the universe that existed prior to its inception…


The implications of this idea are staggering in scope; thus far, I cannot think of any part of reality that does not obey this injunction, nor any part that suggests anything that can alter it, without altering the very nature of reality. Go figure, eh?…. Exquisitely simple, as is life, when one can learn to accept things as they are, without any need, or desire, to change anything other than one’s self; they are the only changes that can alter our own reality, for they change, at once, our perception, and our ability to attain serenity and clarity of mind in the balance, the ambiguity, in the very imbalanced balance of the universe. Death. The concomitant fears that go along with the certain knowledge of our own ‘end’, lose their power to affect us, for we know, for certain, all is as it is meant to be… for WE are the ones who supply the meaning, with the expression of our spirit in the poem/song/dance that we create by living.


Is this sinking in? Every living creature, here, or anywhere in the universe we can perceive, is continuously engaging in the process of creation, destroying the present by the existence of a potential future; each moment of our lives is a note in a song, a word in rhyme, a step in the dance of living. Each second of living, each creature is making itself new, and destroying its old self in the process…. Every rock, every mountain, every atom, all change, made new each second by every life it surrounds and supports, as the other side of the coin of existence…. Pretty cool, eh?….


Wow… Did that just happen? Hmm… As I still observe the lines above, it appears so. It seems the time I’ve spent recently, immersed in music, has provided me with some rather cogent ideas for cogitation…. I am thinking, at this point, the intro section was probably not the right place to let all that out; what’s more, it obviously isn’t done; there’s a lot more to be said… but, I think it’s going to be a poem. While considering what to include in today’s poetry section, I found a poem I wrote about a year ago, which seems to echo, from the past, some of the stimulation for these ideas; they’ve clearly been percolating a while. The final group of pearls has many of my favorite contributors, all in one fine common thread….


In any case, it’s probably a good time to go to the rest of today’s Pearl. I’ve put some work into it, including finding what I think is the absolutely perfect accompanying music for today… Before reading further, turn it on; it makes it all better…. Now, let’s see what there is to see….


Shall we Pearl?….


“Rock gives reality to the otherwise abstract notion of transhuman time.”


~~ Edward Abbey ~~


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Moondance - Van Morrison - (1970) - (freeallmusic.me)


To anyone over the age of 30 who knows anything about music, this artist needs no introduction. Those of us listening when he began playing his song to the world, and to literally millions upon millions of people around the world, this album’s songs will be not merely familiar, but, loved. It also works very well to go along with reading damn near anything; in fact, I can’t think of a time, or a task, it would not enhance…. If you haven’t ever heard it (unlikely, but, possible in today’s world….), you’re in for a treat…. Enjoy!….


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“I have thought many times since that if poets

when they get discouraged

would blow their brains out,

they could write very much better when they got well.”


~~ Mark Twain ~~


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Hmm… A bit prosaic, eh, Mark? Perhaps, one who wrote only prose felt a bit jealous? Perhaps…. but, it seems to work for me, so, maybe he’s right….


Absently Gestalt


After the echoes of silence are faded away

Comes the cacophony which accompanies dismay.

Apocalyptic thoughts and emotions run free

Spreading fear enough to fill the holy see.


Speak softly to the beloved ruling class

Deathly darts sunk deep are painful, and crass

Sloth and ignorance are commonly shared

By those who would rule, alone or au paired.


Images and opinions are sullenly forlorn

Yet hope shines bright wherever ’tis borne.

Feeble strengths hide many objective flaws

For reality bites, with hard, vicious jaws.


Can you stand up and state your own name?

Will you hide in a handle, behind a great flame?

No hole and no mind is so deep and so wide

As to furnish safe haven in which to hide.


Bring out the weapons of your reluctant choice

Bring them to bear on the sound of their voice.

Silence the ignorant, and muzzle the fear

Make reason the only message you hear….


~~ gigoid ~~


9/5/2016


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Naked Pearls


“Let the buyer beware…”


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“Do not be angry with me if I tell you the truth.”


~~ Socrates ~~


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“Everyone who becomes conscious of

even a fraction of his unconscious

gets outside his own time and social stratum

into a kind of solitude.”


~~ Carl Jung ~~


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“When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.”


~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~


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“No man is free who is not master of himself.”


~~ Epictetus ~~


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“If there is a sin against life,

it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life

as in hoping for another life

and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.”


~~ Albert Camus ~~


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“The road uphill and the road downhill are one and the same.”


~~ Heraclitus ~~


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“There are as many nights as days,

and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness,

and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning

if it were not balanced by sadness.”


~~ Carl Jung ~~


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“Don’t hit me!!  I’m in the Twilight Zone!!!”


~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~


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Well…. Not too shabby, even considering how long it took me to put it all together. As they say downtown, I’ll take it. And, so will you. I’ll try to return in a timely fashion; ‘timely’, of course, is relative, but, so be it. For now, I am content, & such moments should be savored. To best do so, I’m goin’ back to bed awhile. Afterward, I’ll go see what sort of trouble I can cause…. hopefully, for anyone but me…. Y’all might consider doin’ the same; never can be too much trouble of that sort…. I’ll be back, so, stay alert….


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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Ffolkes,


“We dwell at the bottom of the sky.”


~~ Subtle Bee ~~


famine memorial


Memorial of the Exodus, Galway…


Hajime…. Well, here we are again. Rather late, if y’all hadn’t noticed; so late, in fact, there’s no time to explain any of the reasons, none of which could be considered either justifiable, or rational, other than existing as rationalization. So, we’ll skip all that, & get on with today’s mess, which was thrown together, helter-skelter, in just under an hour. This is, unfortunately, much less time than I typically spend on a Pearl, so, I’ll forgo any nonsense about the quality, & merely acknowledge ’tis done…


It is, to my credit, completely fresh & original; the old-school pearl, composed of seven fine gems, came together in, if not record time, a remarkably adequate fashion. There is our usual musical compromise, with some of the world’s greatest music collected for your listening pleasure by some random You Tube user. And, there is a new poem, finished this morning under extreme pressure, the extremity of which I found necessary to get it down on the screen before the blood loss reached a critical level. Go figure, eh? Sometimes, it’s easier than others, so, I hope you enjoy it…. Personally, I think it’s not bad, but, I often don’t really ‘get it’ myself until the metaphors have circled around my head for a while….


Okay, chatty rationale aside, I’d best get posted, before the reality of the day’s agenda strikes home. To do so with dispatch, I’ll employ an old, old literary technique, which I call ‘the dump’…. You’ve seen it before; it works like this….


Shall we Pearl?….


“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds

on the heel that has crushed it.”


~~ Mark Twain ~~


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Those familiar with our habits here on ECR will know just why I chose classical music today; those not so in tune may merely enjoy it, without knowing I’m ‘going with the flow’… Either way, it’s good stuff to read by…. Abondanza!….


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Whispers in the Dark


Contrast burgeons, each moment we exist,

drawing perception, offering simply delicious ambiguity;

imagination gives reality an emotional twist,

we create the dance, step by step, in perpetuity.


Glorious, spinning with uninhibited glee,

joyous in well-fitted shoes, alive in every atom;

Death itself smiles, in gentle wonder, to see

such pure illumination, deeper than any fathom.


Myrmidons stand, helmeted heads shaking in sad confusion,

unable to comprehend the complex notion of simplicity;

multitudes gaze hypnotically into depths of crass illusion

totally ignorant of their own  vile duplicity.


Precluded from taking flight in silent wonder, we fight

to preserve all we believe, ever falling short of kindness.

Beauty remains; we walk through it to the light,

a glimpse of druidic insight leaves us wishing for blindness.


~~ gigoid ~~


8/21/2017


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Naked Pearls


Notes on Process and Program….


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“He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior.”


~~ Confucius ~~


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“In memory everything seems to happen to music.”


~~ Tennessee Williams ~~


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“Have the courage to act instead of react.”


~~ Earlene Larson Jenks ~~


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“I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.”


~~ H. B. Constant ~~


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“Because right is right, to follow right

Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.”


~~ Alfred Tennyson, “Oenone” ~~


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“Each man reaps on his own farm.”


~~ Plautus — “Mostellaria”, Act iii, Sc. 2, 112, (799.) ~~


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“Life is not meant to be easy, my child; but take courage

— it can be delightful.”


~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~


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I can honestly say I don’t know how I did it, so, I won’t. I will note, however, it’s done, and a damn good thing, as my OCD is building up angst, the later it gets. Over two hours past the artificial, yet compulsory, time I set for myself, & I’m still typing. How about I stop here, & go get this posted? Okay…. See y’all in a day or so, when I find some space in my head to make the effort to ‘pull it together’. Let’s not get into how long that might be; let’s just say, blessed be, & be on our merry, if less than perfectly sane way….


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


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Ffolkes,


“Water go down the hole…”


~~ Baby Plucky. ~~


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Meditation on the Bay….


Hajime…. My usual routine for posting a Pearl comes with an arbitrary deadline, of 0600, a time I chose back in the early days, when sleep was an uncommon event. Since achieving a degree of physical stability, meaning I could sleep more regularly, I’ve kept it at the same time, to give myself a target at which to shoot. Today, I missed the target by a wide margin, thanks to my sleep being thoroughly disrupted by my resident furry extortionist, who wanted to play all fucking night, without any consideration for what I may have wanted…. The upshot is, I am up late, and in a foul mood, neither of which bodes well for being able to write with any panache, or, for that matter, comprehensibility. Hell, it’s all I can do to keep from tearing my hair out, & I don’t have much of it left…


Fortunately, I had already finished most of today’s mess, so, I’ll merely curtail any impulse to attempt to overcome my handicaps, and put aside any unwarranted desire to furnish this with any foolish attempts at wit or erudition. Instead, I’ll make this the final introductory paragraph, and try to go with what little flow I can find. To do so is, also fortunately, relatively simple; all I need to do is this….


Shall we Pearl?….


“If at first you doubt, doubt again.”


~~ William Bennett ~~


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Lucy


Lucy Spraggan


Image from belfastvibe.com via Google Images


While on my recent binge of watching talent shows on You Tube, I heard this young woman audition for Britain’s Got Talent, wherein she played a song she wrote, called “Tea and Toast”. It was, to say the least, a great audition, for she played her guitar & sang with a unique style, as well as lyrics that displayed wit and insight. I then visited her website, where I found she had released an album, and a short four-song CD, both of which I bought. All her songs are fresh, lyrical in a unique way, and delightfully witty. I think one day, fairly soon, she’ll be commonly known as one of music’s brightest new stars…. I hope you enjoy listening to her as much as I do….


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Ah Ain’t Sho, but Mebbe So….


Fried eggs got nuthin’ on me

Ah’m not even sure of mah name,

or how Ah come to be;

no idea from where Ah came.


Ah does like a mystery tho’,

puzzlin’ things out so’s Ah knows,

good from bad fo sho,

Ah sho don’t want no rock pillows.


If’n Ah cain’t figure out what’s best,

Ah just falls back on mah Daddy’s words,

seems he knowed just whut’d stand the test,

‘n how to gentle the scaredest birds.


‘Course, he’d lived a good long time,

‘n had lots of stuff go on by;

Went to a war, n’ lost a piece or two,

never once used it fer an alibi.


He tol’ me once Ah’d best learn to learn,

school’s only cool if ya ain’t already a fool.

Yer own good measure you can earn,

by startin’ yer learnin’ with the Golden Rule.


Always seemed to me as Ah growed up,

he mostly only spoke if it wuz true,

‘n by doin’ that clued me to what’s up,

kept me from stuff that’d a made me blue.


Without ever sayin’ the word itself,

Ah learned ’bout honor, ‘n helpin’ others

not some fake stuff from some shelf,

but, knowin’ whut’s right, ‘n that we’re all brothers.


Ah’ve been around long enough now, Ah think

to get around the block at least two times.

I s’pose long as my head don’t shrink

Ah’ll keep on doin’ right, ‘n makin’ these rhymes…..


~~ gigoid ~~


4/6/2013


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Naked Pearls


There and back again….


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“It is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know.”


~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~


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“I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years,

and I’m happy, Doctor, I finally won out over it.”


~~ Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, 1950. ~~


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“Madness need not be all breakdown.

It may also be breakthrough.

It is potential liberation and renewal…”


~~ R.D. Laing ~~


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“One kernel is felt in a hogshead;

one drop of water helps to swell the ocean;

a spark of fire helps to give light to the world.

None are too small, too feeble, too poor to be of service.

Think of this and act.”


~~ Hannah More ~~


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“Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go;

it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.”


~~ Alice M. Swaim ~~


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“Count your age by friends not years, and count your life by smiles, not tears.”


~~ John Lennon ~~


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“It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.”


~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~


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Okay, that’s all I’ve got. It’s better than I’d hoped, for I managed to keep from pounding my keyboard into dust. The effort did cost me a lot, as I found myself having to restrain my homicidal, or, in this case, felinicidal impulses, so as to remember where all the keys were. But, it’s done, so, rather than dwell upon the past, I’ll go post it, & hope for the best. I hope your day starts better than did mine; perhaps the music, and the poetry, or maybe the pearls will help in that. If so, I am content, & I think that’s the best I can hope for today. Since that’s so, I’m outta here, before it all falls down… See ya, ffolkes… be well & stay alert….


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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Ffolkes,


“Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.”


~~ Albert Camus ~~


sleeping gaia


Sleeping Gaia…. Can you see her?….


Hajime…. Words flow, at times, like a melodic brook falling softly down a forest glen; still other times, they fade away, disappearing into the grey fogs swirling always at the edges of the mind. No matter which side of the universal coin they present, seemingly at the whim of fate, the need to use them, as the means of stilling the cacophony which builds up, in reaction to perception of our confusing, complex, beautiful world, remains an undeniable impulse. Better yet is to find the place inside where the words merge and meld into music, often as if meant for no other purpose; such moments are true epiphany, for me, for any truly human being….


I have to write; it’s no longer an option to keep from doing so, if only when I can physically tolerate the numerous repetitive actions, while seated, required to perform the very act,  all of which puts stress on our bodies, so accustomed to activity. In the recent past, I’ve come to understand my time of introspection needs to turn toward action, in the sense I must now, as Joe Campbell would put it, ‘follow my bliss’…. So, I intend to try to meld my need to write with my love of music, & start practicing on my guitar, & trying to fit some of my poetry into the music I find in me…. I can’t say any of it will ever reach the stage of showing it to the world, but, the attempt itself will be a learning experience, so, we’ll see what I learn.


For the moment, which comes two days after composing the above paragraphs, we’ll jump right in to the effort I’ve made over the last few days of recovery, since last posting a fresh mess. It wouldn’t help to detail this particular morning’s events, as I am neither happy about them, nor content with my own state of being; I’ve been up since 0230, thanks to some negative behavior seeking by the resident fur-bearing extortionist, after a long day with 3 naps yesterday, trying to recover a bit of energy. Suffice it to say, the rest of the day has to go better, for it couldn’t have been much worse so far….


In fact, only concentrating on finishing this episode of my personal quest to find, or create, some rationality in an insane world has kept me from felinicide, or taxicide (fyi, the killing of cats & cabbies who never show up….), so, I’m going to get it posted, hopefully before I get arrested. I’ll even give up trying to explain anything, & get on with it, post haste…. That, of course, looks like this….


Shall we Pearl?….


“Freedom begins when you tell Mrs. Grundy to go fly a kite.”


~~ Lazarus Long ~~


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Jethro Tull


Image found on random Russian WordPress site via Google Images…


Today’s musical selection is a find of most excellent flavor. The video you’ll see below is called the ‘best version’ of the song played by the iconic band from the 60’s & 70’s… I have to agree with the title’s assumption, having seen or heard it many times, both live & on the radio of the day. Incredible performances by the entire band mark this as a truly iconic representation of the spirit that burgeoned during that era; the energy is incredible. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have, & use the links in the player to listen to some of their more recent work, as they are still playing & living their music….


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Jethro Tull

 Aqualung, BBC 1977


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Comedy_Tragedy


Life as we know it….


As we grow and learn to be, in this sad, yet joyous parade,

we only have our Self with which to face life;

small, we are, and weak,

but, smart.


Reality, in studied contrast, is an invisible, ubiquitous shade

dispassionate ambivalence brings us mostly strife.

It’s never enough to seek.

Take part.


The universe won’t make a compromise, but will make a trade.

Give away your fear for knowledge, and a reasoned life.

It often requires a tweak;

live Art.


Love is an essential part of our own particular charade

without it, life can be filled with strife.

Souls perch high on a peak;

sweet, tart.


Pain  always balances with joy, the price has to be paid;

for us humans, each must be equal in life.

To know one, the other must speak.

Never apart.


We are all actors, playing parts we’ve chosen to have portrayed;

the director’s absence produces endless strife.

Trying to make sense brings only pique.

Go. Start.


~~ gigoid ~~


11/27/2015


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Naked Pearls


Yep, that about covers it…


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“And now, let the fun begin.”


~~ Subtle Bee ~~


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“Then somebody spoke, and I went into a dream….”


~~ The Beatles, “A Day In The Life” ~~


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“There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.”


~~ Napoleon Bonaparte ~~


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“A desire not to butt into other people’s business

is at least eighty percent of all human wisdom…

and the other twenty percent isn’t very important.”

“You butt into other people’s business.  All the time.”

“Who said I was wise?  I’m a professional bad example.

You can learn a lot by watching me.”


~~ Lazarus Long & Ira Johnson, “Stranger in a Strange Land,” Robert A. Heinlein ~~


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“As great scientists have said and as all children know,

it is above all by the imagination

that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.”


~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~


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“If you don’t care where you are, you ain’t lost.”


~~ Rune’s Rule ~~


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


~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~


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“They can because they think they can.”


~~ Virgil ~~


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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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I’ve gone over what is above, & found it to be all there; I’ll make no judgments regarding quality, as that is your task. Feel free to tell me what you think, though, I’ll note any critical comments will be cheerfully ignored…. or, at least as cheerfully as I can be, on a day that started like this one. No complaints, & no worries; the sun will come up again tomorrow, & we all get a new chance at it…. I’m hoping to see some small improvement; it doesn’t take much to smooth the waters, really…. I hope to have another fresh Pearl tomorrow, so, I guess I’ll see you then…. I promise I’ll be in a better mood; not hard, as it can’t get much worse today…. Blessed be, my friends….


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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Ffolkes,


“Never fight with a bear in his own cave.”


~~ Subtle Bee ~~


fog eating GGB


Fog eating the Golden Gate Bridge….


Hajime…. The picture I chose to adorn the top of today’s post is rather more relevant than usual. That is to say, generally, I don’t make any attempt to make it so, but, as I begin to type, it occurs to me that I am the bridge, and my fatigue is the fog; I’ve swept away the mists from the surface of the bay, and cleared my towers, but, the fog continues to hover close by, swirling about & trying to reclaim the waters of the Bay.  I guess this means I’ll be taking yet another nap after getting this posted. Ah, well, ’tis just as well, for, I don’t think I have any desire to accomplish anything much beyond getting posted; doing so may shoot my wad, but, so be it.


Looking back over that opening paragraph has clued me into the risks of trying to compose anything strong in my current mental state; it’s a bit too fragile, I think, to support much powerful thought, or writing. Since I’ve, supposedly, reached an age where forethought is common, I guess I’ll use a bit of it to convince myself, and y’all, to move right along into the rest of today’s mess, so as to avoid fulfilling the risks, & ruining the rest of the day. In truth, to do otherwise would be tempting Fate, and Murphy, so, I’ll use some of that aged wisdom to keep anything untoward from moving past potentiality into reality.


Fortunately for me, doing so is fairly simple; in fact, it lends itself to our most efficacious method for closing an intro, to wit: old #4, which always seems to work best when applied without delay. Much like this, as you shall see, if you watch closely….


Shall we Pearl?….


“If what Proust says is true,

that happiness is the absence of fever,

then I will never know happiness.

For I am possessed by a fever

for knowledge, experience, and creation.


~~ Anais Nin ~~


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Here for your listening pleasure is a fairly new collection, described as a collection of soothing, relaxing works by Ottorino  Respighi. I listened to the opening bars to make sure it’s okay, & it sounded pretty good to me. I hope you enjoy it, as you peruse today’s mess. Abondanza!….


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Beyond Agapé


Passion burns and shines like iridescent paint

yet solitude stands mocking such mundane complaint.

Schemes and dreams promise to tempt attraction

never ending effort spends wit in perverse reaction.


Hale and hearty reports of honor and love

draft recruits to collect manna from above,

while searching each soul for that which will serve

to bring pure sensation to each expectant nerve.


How simple to fall into complete helpless hope

of two hearts bound in tradition, with cultural rope,

living a simple life, shared, in joy and in grief

promises consummated, in consensual belief.


Reality dictates our degree of control over its state

insisting on changing whether or not we can wait.

Love will be present when we are completely at peace,

allowing ourselves, to give of ourselves, without cease.


~~ gigoid ~~


10/4/2012


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Naked Pearls


Iconic pearls of virtual wisdom….


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“Within the oyster’s shell uncouth

The purest pearl may hide,

Trust me you’ll find a heart of truth

Within that rough inside.”


~~ Mrs. Osgood ~~


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“Grain grows best in shit.”


~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~


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“Perhaps I know why it is man alone who laughs:

He alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.”


~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~


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“How can I lose faith in the justice of life,

when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers

are not more beautiful than the dreams

of those who sleep upon the earth?”


~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~


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If we lose affection and kindness from our life,

we’ve lost all that gives it charm.”


~~ Marcus Tullius Cicero ~~


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“Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.”


~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


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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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As the Colonel was fond of saying, I love it when a plan comes together. It’s done, & seems to be a pretty strong offering, considering the operational handicaps we had to overcome. I’ll take it, & make my run for the border with no further delay. I may even be back tomorrow, though such confidence may be premature. I suppose, like most every day, we’ll just need to see how it goes. Until I do, y’all be well, be happy, & remain in the vicinity of strange…. Trust me, it’s for the best…. See y’all on the flip side….


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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Ffolkes,


“Keep the juices going by jangling around gently as you move.”


~~ Satchel Paige ~~


shadow man


A man and his shadow….


Hajime…. We begin today with a statement from one of my all-time favorite Georges….


“I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community,

and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.

I want to be thoroughly used up when I die,

for the harder I work the more I live.

Life is no ‘brief candle’ to me.

It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment,

and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible

before handing it on to future generations.”


~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~


I was going to write a short, pithy piece with this as the starting point, but, babysitting duties have assumed precedence for today. I managed to get it done, but, unless I completely eradicate all surplus verbiage, I’ll never get it posted. Since I promised to do so, here ’tis, such as it is… I hope you enjoy this abbreviated version of an actual Pearl. I’ll flesh out the next one better, I swear. For now, this will have to do, for an intro, and for a Pearl…. Let’s  get right to that….


Shall we Pearl?….


“One idea spoken truly, even in a cave, can change the world.”


~~ Buddha ~~


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I feel like rock ‘n rolling today; as a baby sitter, I’ll need the energy…. If you like music, and especially when played by a master musician, then, you’ll like this…. Enjoy


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Stevie Ray Vaughan

 Live at Montreux, 1985






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Comedy_Tragedy


Because I could not stop for Death —

He kindly stopped for me —

The Carriage held but just Ourselves —

And Immortality.


We slowly drove — He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility —


We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess — in the Ring —

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain —

We passed the Setting Sun —


Or rather — He passed Us —

The Dews drew quivering and Chill —

For only Gossamer, my Gown —

My Tippet — only Tulle —


We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground —

The Roof was scarcely visible —

The Cornice — in the Ground —


Since then — ’tis Centuries — and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses’ Heads

Were toward Eternity —


~~ Emily Dickinson ~~


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Naked Pearls


Short but sweet….


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“If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap,

whence everyone must take an equal portion,

most people would be contented to take their own and depart.”


~~ Socrates ~~


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“Primum vivere, deinde philosophari.”

[First comes life, only after that philosophy.]


~~ Ancient Latin adage ~~


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“He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.


~~ Henry Ward Beecher ~~


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“According to the proverb, the best things are the most difficult.”


~~ Plutarch — Of the Training of Children ~~


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“Nothing endures but change.”


~~ Heraclitus (540?-480? B.C.) ~~


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Okay, it’s done, Zoe will be here soon, & this needs to be posted before that, so, let’s see if I can get that done. I shall see y’all in a day or two, when I’ve recovered, and can cobble together some more words. Until then, be well, and happy as you may. And, damn it, stay cool….


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….