So very far away….


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can read.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

Irish butter factory

Irish Butter Factory ~~ 50 miles east of Galway

Hajime…. “Begin” is, today, the most appropriate way for us to start; using the Japanese word indicates the beginning of a battle in Judo, Karate, or any other martial arts match in Japan, or any dojo world-wide. Since I awoke engaged in a battle, it seems apropos. For some reason, yet to be identified, my first emotion upon awakening was rage, full-blown and unstoppable. Leelu probably thought I’d gone starkers, as I raged about the house, completely losing my cool for a good ten minutes before gaining some small degree of control…. This, of course, has left me/us completely out of balance, as well as well behind schedule, a combination which also, as you see, has killed all signs of creativity in my mind….

Getting this Pearl done has thus become another morning conundrum, which is best answered by cleaving tightly to routine. The difficulty in that is the sheer impossibility of finding the routine, which went right out the window, fleeing, no doubt, the heat of temper with which I began the day. I did manage to find my way here, to get started on this, but, now, I’m at a complete loss as to how to get it done with any sort of style or grace, those qualities being off the list for today’s use. It’s definitely what the Brits would call a ‘facer’, I think. I suppose it has to do with having to face whatever it is, but, it doesn’t make it any easier to know that, nor any less of a hassle in my current state.

Since that state isn’t anywhere close to being amenable to manipulation, I guess I’ll trust the process enough to just get on with it. I’ve got some done, from yesterday, so, it won’t take forever; it will merely feel that way. I’d best get going on that, so we have half a chance to be done before lunch time. I’ll even forgo the use of any toys or tricks; instead, I’ll just say, let’s get this slow on the toad….

Shall we pearl?….

“All nature is but art unknown to thee.”

~~ Alexander Pope ~~



One of the more convenient parts of being in this state is that I don’t much care about how anyone feels about what is seen here today. I need the soothing grace of quiet, peaceful music, so, that’s what we’ll have. The only genre I can trust for that is classical music, so, that’s what we have today…. Enjoy, if you will, or, skip it & go on; I’ll be listening, and trying to let it soothe the savage breast….


Classical Music





Plato vs. Aristotle


(1) You can’t win.
(2) You can’t break even.
(3) You can’t even quit the game.

~~ Ginsberg’s Theorem ~~

Every major philosophy that attempts to make life seem meaningful
is based on the negation of one part of Ginsberg’s Theorem. To wit:

(1) Capitalism is based on the assumption that you can win.
(2) Socialism is based on the assumption that you can break even.
(3) Mysticism is based on the assumption that you can quit the game.

~~ Freeman’s Commentary on Ginsberg’s theorem ~~

In short: you live, then you die. Everything else is all in your head.

You know what? That’s probably enough…. Once one comes to terms with the elements of thought which comprise the line above this one, there really isn’t a whole lot to say, especially considering all that might be said, at all, that doesn’t already fit into the purview of the second sentence, i.e., it’s all in your head.

Today, my head is jam packed with angst and bile, so, we’ll pass on ranting any further…. Besides, I may have, inadvertently, but, nonetheless effectively, created a brand new Zen koan, a perfect idea upon which to expend our powers of cogitation. The more I think on what I wrote for the first line, the more it resonates with depth…. So, I’ll merely repeat it. so y’all can let it circle around in there, where it can do some good….

You live, then you die. Everything else is all in your head…..

gigoid has spoken.

So be it…..



Given the start to my day, this one just seems like the one to go with…. I hope you enjoy it, such as it is….

Future Shocked:

Weeping, I wake;
waking, I weep, I weep.
I weep for the ages to be lost,
for the children never to be born.

Time comes calling, strident and spare,
nudging us toward the future with bony hands.
No pausing, no waiting, always away,
Frantic hearts unseen, unheard.

Spirits are dark, afraid.
And the Beast hunts, hungry and cruel,
seeking out the weak, and the foolish.

We all weep now…..

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Living Large


“I went in search of my art, often in danger of my life.
I have not been ashamed to learn those things
which to me have seemed useful —
even from vagabonds, barbers, and executioners.
For we know how a lover will go a long way
to meet the woman that he loves.
How much the more, then, will the lover of wisdom
be tempted to go in search of his divine mistress!”

~~ Paracelsus ~~


“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 ~~


“The idea of absolute freedom is fiction.
It’s based on the idea of an independent self.
But, in fact, there’s no such thing.
There’s no self without other people.
There’s no self without sunlight.
There’s no self without dew.
And water.
And bees to pollinate the food we eat…
So the idea of behaving in a way
that doesn’t acknowledge those reciprocal relationships
is not really freedom, it’s indulgence.”

~~ Peter Coyote ~~


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

~~ Epictetus ~~


“Believe me!
The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness
and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!”

~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~


“Everything in excess!
To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites.
Moderation is for monks.”

~~ Lazarus Long, from Robert A. Heinlein’s “Time Enough For Love” ~~


“Don’t take life too serious. It ain’t no ways permanent.”

~~ Pogo, by Walt Kelly ~~


Thanks to a process developed over the course of nearly five years, it’s done. I’m not going to question any of it, nor will I comment upon any claims of quality. It’s done, and it’s on its own from here. Me, I’m going to go find some peace of mind, if I have to kill somebody to do it…. Just kidding, of course; killing somebody would only keep me awake. Instead, I’ll just say, see y’all tomorrow, given half a chance….

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.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….