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Ffolkes,

“By space the universe encompasses and swallows me up like a dot;
by thought I encompass the Universe.”

~~ Blaise Pascal, “Pensees”, n. 265 ~~

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Prim morning beauties….

Hajime…. I’ve missed posting a fresh Pearl for some days now; I even blew off yesterday entirely, spending the whole day in pursuits not connected to a computer at all. Y’know what? I don’t feel any guilt, nor angst for having done so, which is rather a good indicator, in at least three respects, none of which I’ll bother explaining. In fact, the only identifiable feeling I have this morning is an almost irresistible urge to be silly…. Go figure, eh? Just another day here in…. Hmm, where are we, actually? I suppose, since we’re all not here, exactly, we could be considered as guests in cyberspace; can’t live there, obviously, but, we do manage to spend a lot of time there, mostly with little purpose. Why would I be different?

There. That manages to be obscurely intelligent sounding, without any hint of silliness. Quite an accomplishment, all things considered, and not one I’m going to examine too closely, lest I notice how close to home such nonsense can strike. Instead, since I have all the correct elements already in place, I’ll use the time to convince y’all I’m much more competent than I appear, even in the distorted mirrors we typically have at out disposal. Hmm… funny word to use about our sensory input, but, hey, we’re trying to achieve a specific purpose, & such micro-management wouldn’t hold up long, anyhow. Let’s move on, to the next paragraph, where we may find a spot of the sense we currently lack.

Or, not, as the case may be. I really can’t say ANY of what is passing through my mind this morning is very sensible. Nor did it ever get truly silly, or even comprehensible. I guess, since we’ve tallied no viable successes, it would be best if we just gave up for today, & hope our next effort can find us a bit more integrated. Whatever THAT means. I don’t think I’d be the best choice to find the answer today, & rather than belabor the point any further, let’s go see what there is to see down below. I know the music for today is excellent, (in my humble opinion), there’s a decent poem from the archives, and a fine set of pearls for the final section, where we once again dive deep in the metaphoric metamind, to poke around in the human psyche… Great fun for all, you’ll see….

Shall we Pearl?….

“There’s an old saying that life begins at 40.
That’s silly.
Life begins every morning when you wake up.
Open your mind to it; don’t just sit there, do things.”

~~ George Burns (1896-1996) ~~

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Sawyer Fredericks

Image from Facebook via Google Images

The somewhat eclectic-appearing young man you see above entered the 2015 contest on The Voice USA, performing a classic standard called A Man of Constant Sorrow for his audition. Within seconds of beginning to sing, three of the four coaches had turned to watch, & the fourth only held out until the chorus. His voice, and style, are unique, as is his musical upbringing, giving him a feel and style completely his own. I’ve embedded the initial audition, & included the link to his own You Tube page, where you can find a lot of his work, including some recent live performances…. He blows me away with his talent, & I intend to follow his career with great interest; he is massively talented, & well worth the time…. Enjoy!….

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Sawyer Fredericks
Man of Constant Sorrow

https://www.youtube.com/user/windrakefarm

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Funny Bones

Dreaming the way home, lost, unseen,
from the dance, where
he felt so free, and clean.
Sorrow couldn’t find him there.

Waiting, filling up the hours, hoping,
some connection can be found
keeping busy as bees, coping.
Love creeps in, without a sound.

Fat days, skinny nights, passionate
visions of semi-conscious entities,
cannot seem to fully illuminate
or hide our innermost frailties.

Resolute, find the perfect sense, codify
simple rules with every breath
never waiting, anxious to modify.
fear nothing in life, not even Death.

~~ gigoid ~~

5/3/2013

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Naked Pearls

Solilquery….

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“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go….”

~~ Dr. Seuss ~~

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“All life is an experiment.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“I am made from the dust of the stars, the oceans flow in my veins.”

~~ Rush, “Presto” ~~

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“Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet ~~

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“Besides learning to see, there is another act to be learned
— not to see what is not.”

~~ Maria Mitchell ~~

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“There must be some kind of way out of here…”

~~ the joker to the thief ~~

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“Flee at once, all is discovered.”

~~ Sardonic Bee ~~

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Okay, I did it, finally. Though Leelu keeps interrupting for her cat hammock time, I WILL post today. To insure compliance, I’m gonna strip this section bare, & be off to do that. See y’all in a day or two, ffolkes, with more bells on…. Stay strange… Maybe it isn’t for everybody, but, it sure works for me….

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….



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Ffolkes,


“If you are out to describe the truth,

leave elegance to the tailor.”


~~ Albert Einstein ~~


old friends


Friends of long standing….


Hajime…. Though this Pearl is being posted very late, it’s all relatively fresh, as I hadn’t done anything more than pick the opening picture when I arose today, also late. I can, therefore, consider it a moral victory, which as we know, humans are liable to do at the drop of a cliché. I also have the option of telling myself, better late than never, but, that would be a value judgment, probably not appropriate in this instance. In fact, I’d hesitate to make any sort of value assessment of this one, at all; I’m not terribly fond of assuming great risks for little reward. In fact, we’re ALL a bit cowardly about that sort of thing, probably a left-over impulse from our past; stepping outside the cave posed some rather compelling dangers to out well-being, & I guess we still remember that….


Regardless, it’s done, such as it may be, & I’m not going back & doing it over. In fact, I’m going to get myself out of here, & on down the page, before I lose my nerve, or, regain my senses. I’ll just use this old method I found laying here, which works pretty well, if I remember correctly. It’s pretty much a gimme, since it drops us all like a hot, well, you know. Watch closely, or you’ll miss it, & then where would you be? Right…. Careful, the next step’s a bit steep….


Shall we Pearl?….


“Neither can I believe that the individual survives the death of his body,

although feeble souls harbor such thoughts through fear or ridiculous egotism.”


~~ Albert Einstein ~~


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Sam Bailey


Image from pinterest.com via Google Images


In 2013, this singer walked onto the audition stage of the X Factor UK, appearing to be exactly what she was, a 35 year old mother of 3, working as a prison officer, married to a laborer. She proceeded to blow away the room, singing a cover of a very difficult song by a major star. She went on to win the talent contest that year, delivering performances that brought standing ovations from the crowds, and the judges, time after time…. I’ve embedded a collection of all her performances, each of which will blow you away with the power of her voice. She reminds me a lot of Kate Smith, the most powerful voice I ever heard, rivaling many operatic singers. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do; she has the kind of voice that can bring chills, or tears, or any other emotion as strongly as anyone I’ve heard…. Abondanza!


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“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”


~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~


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Platitudes for Attitudes


Platitudes shake us, attitudes break us.

Life can be a real pain, y’know?

Still, if we don’t fight where it takes us,

it’s a pretty straight row to hoe..


A lot of what we see and hear

isn’t always in the best of taste.

Life at large can be one long frisson of fear.

Making an effort often seems a huge waste.


Pundits, dogma dogs, myrmidons, oligarchs & pimps;

assholes and predators every one.

Twisted, sick, anti-humans; anomalous, ignorant wimps.

Logic says, every time, lobotomize ’em, & be done.


Illusions, delusions, confusions, a dedicated data dump,

bilious, divisive, spicy with hatred and fears.

Inflation, immigration, promises from the clownish Trump

Leaving even our basest survival heavy with tears.


Ancient sages left signs on the path to peace,

for those with wit to see.

No need for undue effort, no quest for golden fleece.

All we ever need to do, is be.


~~ gigoid ~~


8/29/2015


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Naked Pearls


Hmm… That’s funny….


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“A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity

to the point of doubtful sanity.”


~~ Robert Frost ~~


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“Should I get locked in the PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE today

— or have a VASECTOMY??”


~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~


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“To err is human, to forgive is unusual!”


~~ Sardonic Bee ~~


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“I believe in nothing that I cannot touch, kiss, embrace…

The rest is only hearsay.”


~~ Edward Abbey ~~


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“Impropriety is the soul of wit.”


~~ W. Somerset Maugham ~~


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“Live for those private moments of wild abandon!”


~~ Opus ~~


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“Whatever you are, be a good one.”


~~ Abraham Lincoln ~~


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Well, there you have it. I’ll be nice, simply because I must; there’s no other options at this point. I’ll even forgo the usual caveats, or trite euphemisms, in favor of a rapid exit, stage left. How do I know it’s left? Because, obviously, it isn’t right. See y’all next time, when I take another shot at whatever it is I’m shooting for…. Don’t ask because I’m sure I don’t know…..


Y’all take care out there,

and May the Metaphorse be with you;

Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy

and everyone else, too…


When I works, I works hard.

When I sits, I sits loose.

When I thinks, I falls asleep.


Which is Why….


Sometimes I sits and thinks,

and sometimes,

I just sits.


gigoid, the dubious


The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


Dozer


À bientôt, mon cherí….



					

		
		
	


				
					
	

		

						
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Ffolkes,


“Here pigs will fly, lightning will strike twice,

hell will freeze over, and eventually,

things will get really interesting…”


~~ Sardonic Bee ~~


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


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


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


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


Shall we Pearl?


A chief event of life

is the day in which we have encountered

a mind that startles us.”


~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


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Image from Pinterest, via Google Images


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


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Gently Came a Wounded Child


But you shall not escape my iambics.


Soft, sinuous patterns of unearthly beauty

blithely commune with sinking stars,

as pale shadows of former virtue hover

near, ever clean, ever tolerant.

These unbidden habits are worn with age and care,

ready now for dissolution,

welcoming gladly the kiss of Death’s handmaiden.


Unknown to all, the child stands aside,

weeping for the lost days of youth,

days that now shall never be,

nor yearned for ever after.

Only darkness shall lay upon the landscape,

cold, hard, eternal.


Such then are the signs and portents

as we enter into the unknown future,

they are grave indeed.


Uncertainty will be our sole companion,

as the search for hope yields no result.

The lamentations of the gods

shall sound the elegy for Man,

who never learned to see the gift that was made,

so many echoes ago, in the hopeful past;

thus will we pass this plane of existence

as we came, baffled and afraid….


~~ gigoid ~~


2/2/2012


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Naked Pearls


Diving deep, to swim in the shallows….


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“Don’t be confused by surfaces;

in the depths everything becomes law.

What is necessary, after all, is only this:

solitude, vast inner solitude.

Walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours

–that is what you must be able to attain.”


~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~


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


~~ Epictetus ~~


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“A man cannot speak but he judges himself

…no man thoroughly understands a truth until he has contended against it.”


~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


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


~~ Paul Rudnick ~~


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


~~ Leonard Roy Frank ~~


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


~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~


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“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet

and the winds long to play with your hair.”


~~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet ~~


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


Y’all take care out there,

and May the Metaphorse be with you;

Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy

and everyone else, too…


When I works, I works hard.

When I sits, I sits loose.

When I thinks, I falls asleep.


Which is Why….


Sometimes I sits and thinks,

and sometimes,

I just sits.


gigoid, the dubious


The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


dozer3


À bientôt, mon cherí….

					

		
		
	


				
					
	

		

						
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Ffolkes,


“If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn’t involve

going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head.”


~~ Pooh in Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne ~~


dublin-street


Outside Trinity College Gate, Dublin, Ireland


Hajime…. Abandoning all hope of dreaming, the old man arises, muttering, to stumble forth, falling into routine with a sigh of relief, which lasts until realizing ’tis, once more, shy of 3 AM. Accustomed to the darkness, he finds his way to the computer, where he sits, to begin another day, in search of the remaining tatters of sanity to be found in the darker corners of the mind.


Then, of course, he realized what a stupid idea that was, so, he started over. Good morrow, ffolkes. And how are y’all? Good. As you can tell by now, my mind is a pretty blank slate…. I’m pretty sure I’m also out of chalk with which to write on it. But, here I am anyway, typing away just as if I had some clue as to what to put here. I could go with some nonsense, or try to salvage the almost clever opening lines, but, it all seems a bit superfluous, when I realize I’m already done, & none of this will make any difference, other than how I feel about it… That, of course, isn’t relevant, either, but, we’ll pretend it is, just to finish off this paragraph with a touch of certainty, an article thus far absent.


How’s that? I think it’s going to have to do for today; keeping at this, when there’s nothing in there to pull out, would be even more useless a pastime than even we can pull off with any aplomb. (Another hard-to-find article around here…) Rather than continue to torment y’all, and myself, I think I’ll just get on with it, so we can get this posted by the time I’ve set for a deadline. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Now, if only I could lay claim to having a clue as to where to go, we’d be all set. Since I can’t in good conscience do so, I’ll do this instead, providing proof of the pudding, as so eloquently stated by Mssr. Heywood, just below….


Shall we Pearl?


“Better is halfe a lofe than no bread.”


~~ John Heywood (c. 1565) ~ Proverbes, Part i, Chap. xi ~~


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Ana Popovic


Image from myspace.com via Google Images


A friend sent me a video of this young artist yesterday, after listening to the Bonnie Raitt video I used. Needless to say, I’m impressed, and have a new crush… Enjoy, ffolkes, this woman can play….


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Premises, premises….


Tricked, I stumble, and I fall

dreaming, through an abandoned palace.

Frightened and wary, unheard my call

fading into memory, no cup, no argent chalice.


The people, crushed, cry out to be freed

asking only to take part, or travel.

Nascent oaths spotlight such bursting need

fed by treachery, deep from our well.


Only the wicked shall find their way blocked

justice seeks them, snug in their hole.

Faint praises never touched, but naked, stalked

singing no gospel, no soul, no rock and roll.


Only the promised will remember the way

from unforgiven trails of sorrow.

To live life, and give death no sway,

saving grace for our only tomorrow.


~~ gigoid ~~


9/6/2012


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Naked Pearls


Pungently obscure, but, tasty….


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“How many Zen masters does it take to change a light bulb?”


“A tree in a golden forest.”


~~ Sardonic Bee ~~


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“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.”


~~ Rafael Sabatini ~~


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“A clown is a clown and will always be a clown.”


~~ Babbaluche the cobbler ~~


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“There are some things that are so serious that you have to laugh at them.”


~~ Niels Bohr ~~


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“If only we’d stop trying to be happy we’d have a pretty good time.”


~~ Edith Wharton ~~


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“Once you can accept the universe

as being something expanding into an infinite nothing which is something,

wearing stripes with plaid is easy.”


~~ Albert Einstein ~~


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“A truly wise man never plays leapfrog with a Unicorn.”


~~ Hacker proverb ~~


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The only thing about which we may feel any sort of accomplishment today is to realize it’s done. Rather than beat this particular horse any more, now it’s dead, I’ll just take my leave, with all the dignity I can muster. I will, with some trepidation, but, much hope, try this again, maybe even tomorrow. Wish me luck, ffolkes; I’ve a feeling I’ll need it this time….


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….

					

		
		
	


				
					
	

		

						
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Ffolkes,


 




“Don’t store garlic near other victuals.”


~~ Lazarus Long ~~


Posing Leelu


Leelu, platting her next move….






Hajime…. Today, our opening line from Lazarus Long has more meaning than usual, as well as more than is immediately obvious upon first reading it. To understand Lazarus’ point, one must put in some heavy, yet subtle thought on the matter, before the light dawns….. Some see it right away, but, for those who do not, & may mistrust me on this, let me assure you, it isn’t talking just about garlic…. 


For us, today, it has more meaning because it fits in with the day I had yesterday… at least, up until writing this, of course. Who can say what may happen after? Not me, nor will I even attempt such foolishness. I AM old enough to know better; moreover, I’m old enough to listen when I tell myself that.


I was awakened at 0722 by Leelu, who was annoyed a bit when I rolled over & ignored her for another twenty minutes of sack time…. Once up, coffee brewing, we played for a few minutes, then I distracted her with food while I drank my first cup, & tried to complete yesterdays’ Pearl; some of that episode was related there.


Today, I have managed, in between our mutual training sessions, to complete this Pearl, a full 17.5 hours ahead of the time I usually post, at 0600, or as close as I can get. AND, Leelu now will jump up almost anywhere I ask her to, on command…. Bonus!


Yay! Now, I can even try to work a day, or two, ahead…. To complete this Pearl, tomorrow morning, I’ll just need to write is the closing section, which I like to compose on the day I post…. That way, nobody knows if the Tardis was involved, or not…. Plus, it’s good practice for evading cyber-security paranoiacs…. such as our own government. Ya gotta do what ya can to confuse your metadata; then they can’t predict you as well…. and, they certainly don’t need to know when I use the blue box…. if you get my drift.


Ahem…. Anyway, this one’s done, complete with a new poem, freshly written yesterday, and two, yes, two sections with old-school pearls jammed with metaphor, as well as a touch of smarm and innuendo…. What’s a pearl without a little innuendo, eh? Not much to write home about, that’s for sure. To ensure this introductory section doesn’t even come close to that particular standard of quality, I think we’ll get on with the course of business for today, and get this slow on the toad…..


Shall we Pearl?….


“The present is only a mathematical line which divides that part of eternal duration which we call the future, from that which we call the past.” — H. P. Blavatsky


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Image from youtube.com via Google Images




Today’s video selection s a band to which I was introduced by a friend, a couple months ago, via Twitter… I’m not sure, exactly, why this seems appropriate, but, since I’ve listened to it, I have to say, it fits. I guess I feel like being raucous…. Enjoy, ffolkes; everyone else in this video did….








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“War would end if the dead could return.”


~~ Stanley Baldwin ~~


Dont keep calm






    As is probably becoming obvious by now, to me, if to no one else, ranting is becoming more of a chore than a joy. This doesn’t mean it’s over, or, there will be no more of them; it just means, now, I have to think of something else to do to sublimate the anger, and disillusionment I experience every damn day, not only reading the news, which never seems to change for the better, but, by walking on the damn streets, where all the bullshit the Asininnies have been, and, are up to, is becoming annoyingly ubiquitous.


That said, anyone who’s been here before already knows what is coming; any newbies will just have to figure out what happened later. For now, just read the following pearls, let them run around playing in your head, and you’ll have an idea of why I rant so fucking often….. I hope. If not, well, there’s always tomorrow……


 


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“Water really has no value…. until the well runs dry.” — Subtle Bee


“Government, today, is growing too strong to be safe. There are no longer any citizens in the world; there are only subjects. They work day in and day out for their masters; they are bound to die for their masters at call.  Out of this working and dying they tend to get less and less.” — H.L. Mencken


” — Bother! said Pooh,as he joined Black September.” — Twisted Bee


“How do you like the new America? We’ve cut the fat out of the government, and more recently the heart and brain (the backbone was gone some time ago).  All we seem to have left now is muscle. We’ll be lucky to escape with our skins!”– Carlinesque Bee


“Monotheism is a gift from the gods!” — Sardonic Bee


“It seldom happens that a man changes his life through his habitual reasoning. No matter how fully he may sense the new plans and aims revealed to him by reason, he continues to plod along in old paths until his life becomes frustrating and unbearable – he finally makes the change only when his usual life can no longer be tolerated.” — Tolstoy


“Huh?” — Joe Average, Anywhere, Amurrica


“God Himself has no right to be a tyrant.” — William Godwin — “Sketches in History” 1784


 


Onwards Christian Soldiers,

Onwards Buddhist Priests.

Onward, Fruits of Islam,

Fight till you’re deceased.Fight your little battles.

Join in thickest fray;

For the Greater Glory,

of Dis-cord-i-a.Yah, yah, yah,

Yah, yah, yah, yah.

Blfffffffffffft!

 

~~ An Erisian Hymn~~~~ by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone ~~~~ KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS ~~ 






The last line of the hymn, perhaps, says it all best….. Most days, I feel a Bronx cheer is the best response one might have to everything outside one’s own space…. which is about all we have any sort of control over…. Ah, well, Life goes on, doesn’t it? So far, so good…..


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Sir I admit your general rule

That every Poet is a Fool

But you yourself may serve to show it

That every Fool is not a Poet








~~ rendered from the French by Pope ~~




 


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Manifesto, sotto voce










In retrospect, I’ve gotta say,

it’s all been rather a muddle.

Life’s tough, ‘they’ say, it’s just that way.

Lots of misery, not much cuddle.








Me, I’ve found life a bit different

than ‘they’ seem to have done.

It’s all been rather excellent;

I’ve had loads & loads of fun.






 


Sure, there’s been some bad shit.

Who can’t say that?

All of that pales, all of it

when one hugs a dog, a child, or a cat.


 


I’ve seen, fought, and felt, more than my share,

the presence of evil in life.

The pain that remains often seems unfair;

I ask why I chose to deal with such strife.


 


I can always find the answer in the same place,

right where it has ever resided.

All we need to do is embrace

the joy we’ve given, and been provided.


 


 


Simple is good.


Balance is good.


 


Life can be both.


 


 


~~ gigoid ~~


 


 


 12/19/2015




 




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“Nowhere is now here.”~~ Nakagawa Soen Roshi ~~




“It is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued.” Miguel de Cervantes — Don Quixote, Part i, Book iv, Chap xi


(Comment, sotto voce: Is this not an excellent definition of Life? — gigoid)


“Between the great things we cannot do and the small things we will not do, the danger is that we shall do nothing.” — Adolph Monod


“When an idea is wanting a word can always be found to take its place.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


“When Alexander asked Diogenes whether he wanted anything, “Yes,” said he, “I would have you stand from between me and the sun.” — Plutarch — Life of Alexander


“At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone. That isn’t as bad as it may first appear; and again it is  the best thing in life that each should have everything in himself; his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.” — Rainer Maria Rilke


“The world is no nursery.” — Sigmund Freud


“Be obscure clearly.” — E.B. White


“When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.” — Chinese Proverb


“When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me when I leave.” — Death




Knowledge by suffering entereth,


And life is perfected by death.


~~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning ~~


~~ A Vision of Poets, Conclusion ~~






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Done; not only done, but, done before I got up. Good thing, too; it’s taken me damn near an hour to wake up enough to write this. Ah well, planning solves many problems, if the plan works. Since it did, we’ll get on with the business of leaving, and, leave. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, as long as my computer stays up, and the angst stays down…. I know crazy optimism, again…. Deal with it, until tomorrow….


 


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….