Oblique references to a single rose….

Ffolkes,

“All art is autobiographical.
The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.”

~~ Federico Fellini ~~

gulls counting

Waitin’ for the Robert E. Lee….

Hajime….  Today, we begin with this, just because:

“An infinite universe presents infinite examples of unreasoned acts,
often  capricious and threatening, godlike in their mystery.
Without god-powers, conscious reasoning cannot explore
and make this universe absolutely known;
there must remain mysteries beyond what is explained.
The only reason in this universe is that which you,
in your ungodlike hubris, project onto the  universe.
In this, you retain kinship with your most primitive ancestors.”

~~ Raja Flattery, “The Jesus Incident”, Frank Herbert ~~

It seems clear, if one may temporarily assume the truth of this statement, there are limits to human intelligence; those limits, alas, do not seem to apply to human imagination, thus opening the probability for imagination to exceed intelligence in the course of human behavior…. which it does, and, if the history of mankind is any indicator, has been doing so for several thousand years…. End of rant…

Sorry, had to get that out before it got any worse. I’ve ceased my habit of ranting over the state of the world; it’s pretty fruitless, given humanity’s predilection for denying the truth of reality, and, of our own nature. Occasionally, though, a pearl will draw my attention, & require a short outburst to relieve the pressure that might otherwise build into a larger, more explosive rant, thus sparing all of us the emotional stress. See, I can be nice!

Today, I’ll be even nicer, & spare y’all from any further blather, whether coherent, or nonsensical; the rest of today’s mess is ready, such as it may be; I’ve spent more time than was wise getting it to this point. Since I wouldn’t want to waste that effort, (without considering whether it’s worthwhile to make it at all…), why don’t we just get on with it?

Shall we Pearl?….

“If your lead pencil is less than three inches long,
and still equipped with  a virgin eraser,
you are about as close to perfection as this world will  allow you to be.”

~~ Esoteric Bee ~~

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Today’s musical selection was chosen for its quality of content, if no other reason; this isn’t to say there are not others. It only means I was listening to the concert last night, and noted just how well the band Knopfler put together for this tour played together. When one adds the exquisite voice Emmylou brings to the party, the possibility for ‘joyful noise’ become endless. I can sincerely attest, they made that grade several times in this concert… I hope you enjoy it as much as I do…. By the way; the best stuff is in the latter half of the concert, though there’s nothing bad to find in the first part, either….

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An Evening Together
Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris

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Here is a poem whose driving force came from the depths of Hell, a place I inhabited at the time it was composed…. Considering that, it’s not too shabby & I hope you enjoy it….

Measures of Intent

Hell is never far away; it slips in, then out,
like a ninja, bent on stealth and death.
Living metamorphoses, in the space of a breath,
sordid entropy fills us, within, and without.

Tide turns again; back and forth it tumbles,
like those little wind up toys, yet never stays.
All our efforts, all our silly little ways,
disappear like seaweed, as sanity crumbles.

The duality of reality in which we are firmly caught,
seems to inhabit every part of our natural selves.
Nothing is ever still, nor can it be placed on shelves;
we are dark, and light; balance must be taught.

Life is lived only one moment at a time,
past and future have no power to alter this at all.
We can choose to fly, or choose to fall;
finding truth, and beauty, can never be a crime.

~~ gigoid ~~

12/14/2015

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Today’s mess has been cobbled together this morning, in a fashion best described as willy-nilly, thanks to poor time management on my part. Go figure, eh? Added to that, Smart Bee decided to go on hiatus, flatly refusing to give up more than a single pearl, after which it simply presented me with the worst it has. To save time, and build-up of nasty angst, I went to search for an old-school pearl for this section in the archives. I found this, which is the third Pearl ever posted online, on another site… For what it is, or was, it’s pretty good, so, we’ll finish off today’s effort with this blast from the distant past…. Enjoy!…

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From 6/4/2011:

Ffolkes,

Finding serenity is theoretically simple, as both the tools for reaching the state, and the actual creation of the state, are part of our inner nature, and come from within, making the search short in terms of distance. Duration is another matter; it can take a very long time, and in many cases, the search never ends. Even when it can be found, the nature of the outer world makes it nearly impossible to hold on to serenity for long periods; something about a quiet, contented human just sticks in the craw of the universe; it inevitably challenges our ability to maintain our inner peace, usually in a dramatic, often dangerous fashion. It therefore becomes important for each of us who desires serenity in life to identify and keep handy the tools we use to bring about this state of blissful content, and maintain their usefulness. In short, stay chill dudes, and party on!…….

2 is not equal to 3, not even for large values of 2. — Grabel’s Law (another one for the math geeks, like me….I think this is hilarious!) (and is good advice as well…..)

“The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in times of great moral crises maintain their neutrality.” — Dante Alighieri 321

Integrity is the superlative strategy. <—- honesty is the best policy

“The map is not the territory.” — Alfred Korzbyski

“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes any way I want to. ” — Stripes the tiger

Always try to stop talking before people stop listening.

Bearing the last in mind, we bid thee adieu for another turning of the planet….. y’all take care out there….

Note from 2017: As our old friend Porky would say, that’s all ffolkes!….

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In keeping with Porky’s admonition, this section shall remain free of disingeniousness, thereby bolstering our karmic account. Of course, the use of legerdemain could cancel that out, but, what the hell? We’re done for today, & there’s still no law against it. As to that, I say, enough! I’ll also add, yes, I am odd, but, then, I try to be, so, it’s all good. I’ll see y’all soon, ffolkes; on that you may rely….

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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Destructive impulses on permanent display….

Ffolkes,

“Everything has been figured out, except how to live.”

~~ Jean-Paul Sartre ~~

table-ready-leelu

Poised for flight….

Hajime…. As is my habit, to begin this Pearl, I arise, stumble through my routine morning activities until some clarity settles, then turn to this introduction, as the first creative moments of the day. Generally, I don’t begin until I know the rest of the mess is ready to go; I’ve found this to be the most efficient method for the posting process, as well as providing the impetus, and opportunity, for some kind of imaginative opening. As a rule, though, I sit to begin, whereupon I encounter a huge blank space occupying most of my mind, as it casts about, almost in desperation, seeking inspiration, or, a note from the Muse, at minimum… Most days, I end up tricking myself, and y’all, in the search for quality and clarity….

Today, I have no dearth of material from which to choose; spending two days putting this together, in moments of pertinent capability (i.e, when I could sit long enough), afforded a number of instances pointed sufficiently to provide me with things I can use to open with. Naturally, reality intruded, as soon as I booted up, & drove all that saved material into oblivion. Instead, I’ve been dealing with a failed communication, with concomitant emotional overtones, as well as an uncommonly intrusive cat, to go along with the usual angst that formulates around this process, and the vicissitudes of life at large.

As can be seen by now, I’ve managed to get it all in order, in my head, if not in reality, enough to begin blathering, examining the morning in minute detail, to give me, if nothing else, a bit of space to decide what direction is best to lead into what I’ve prepared for today. I’ll get right to that, as it is patently clear, if I don’t, we’ll never get anywhere, In fact, lets abandon all attempts to disguise what is taking place as either willful, or, rationally intact, & just go for it. Hang on, it requires a sharp turn, here….

Shall we Pearl?….

“As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.”

~~ Publius Syrus (42 BC) — Maxim 1 ~~

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Duane “Skydog” Allman

Image from Metrolyrics.com via Google Images

Today’s music is a bit different than usual. The piece embedded here is the one I want y’all to hear first. I’ll only say, I wept, in joy, as I listened to it. For more music from Duane, use the button on the YT player which allows you to watch it on You Tube, where you will find as much of Duane’s work as you could wish for, much of which is just as fine as this….

When I mentioned to a friend I had wept in joy when listening to this, I was accused of sentimentality, as well as seeking solace in the past… Without knowing the answer, I would guess my friend does NOT play an instrument, for, my weeping was not a sentimental reaction to the song (Amazing Grace), but, rather, sheer unadulterated joy, generated by hearing the ‘music of the spheres’, knowing full well the artist playing the song was deeply immersed in that sphere, allowing the universe to flow through him, thus, essentially, playing in an unconscious state….. while playing, he WAS the music. Having felt that, though never with such force as his talent makes available to him, while jamming along with friends on the guitar, I can attest, nothing in Life brings us closer to the truth of our own existence as connecting to that universal sphere of joy, which hurts as much as it uplifts…..

All that being said, please, let if flow, and, enjoy!….

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Amazing Grace

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I have related how I spent a year, or more, in the Hell of withdrawal and cleansing of opioids from my body; this poem came pouring out in the period nearing the end, as I had begun to emerge from the haze of chemical oblivion into reality’s often as harsh, but, cleaner light. I’m rather fond of it, just for that…. Watch the metaphors; they’ll cut ya…

Increments

Meaning fades to distant reality
while gazing at such triviality.
An insane world, where utter finality
is reward for disability.

Metaphorically, as a matter of course.

Moment to moment, passion blooms,
swells, and fades, swept by new brooms.
Bitter dreams catch fire in empty rooms,
waiting for broken time, which never resumes.

Superficially, with great force.

Dire wolves stand snarling at the door
called to existence from a distant moor;
discordant strains sound a mad, sad roar,
a dirge for those who went before.

Morbidly, without vital recourse.

Honest effort fades from human ken
until entropy finds home in every when.
Illusory fear inundates imagination, then
buries hope, in its own ashes, hidden.

Cruelly, absolutely no remorse.

Silence falls until it shatters the night.
The universe has refused the fight.
Illusion is now reality, such a fey sight.
Who has courage to live in the light?

Really? It could be worse.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/15/2016

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Naked Pearls

Pearls both weird and subtle, all gems…

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“This is the strangest life I have ever known.”

~~ Jim Morrison ~~

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“Here is the world, sound as a nut,
perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left,
never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste,
or botching, or second thought;
but the theory of the world
is a thing of shreds and patches.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1845) ~~

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“The word good has many meanings.
For example, if a man were to shoot
his grandmother at a range of five hundred yards,
I should call him a good shot,
but not necessarily a good man.”

~~ G. K. Chesterton ~~

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“A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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“Fill your bowl to the brim
and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife
and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security
and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people’s approval
and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.”

~~ Tao Te Ching ~~

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“All say, ‘How hard it is to die’
– a strange complaint  to come
from the mouths of people who have had to live.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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“I’m going to happydance
among the stars
and wear my stripes anyway I want to.”

~~ Stripes the tiger ~~

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The universe, in all its majestic indifference, still, will, occasionally, provide us with exactly what we need to accept, and embrace reality’s demands… In today’s instance, I was given some moments of peace and serenity, by being required to provide cuddle time for Leelu, who chose the moment I finished the intro to activate the “Cuddle Clause” in our contract, which we signed the day she arrived…. That clause gives her the right to come to me at any random moment, whereupon I am to modify my structure to that of a ‘cat hammock’, & hold her, pet her, & strengthen the bond we share for enough time for both of us to arrive at a peaceful inner state…. Today, that took about 25 minutes, making me late, and unconcerned to be so….

For today’s Pearl, it just means it gets posted a bit late. So be it. It’s done, & so am I, for the day. While it is still cool out in the BBR, I’m going for a long walk, maybe even a ferry ride… who knows? It’s a wide world, & I am still part of it…. Tell you what…. Let’s all go out in the BBR today, & see what there is to see…. See ya, as soon as the mud settles, & all becomes clear… Maybe that will be tomorrow; then, again, maybe not…. Be sure, I shall return, if only to dump more angst into the well of humanity’s regard, where it can join all the other stuff nobody really cares much about, but for those who place it there…. Hmm… a bit esoteric for a closer, but, ’twill have to do…. Ta, then….

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

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

Which is Why….

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

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


					

Steam is just excited water….

Ffolkes,

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

~~ Paul Rudnick~~

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Shadowy figure seen near library….

Hajime…. ‘Tis indeed a sad thought with which I begin the day, though, as is common, it didn’t begin that way. As I looked at the picture I chose to adorn the first position for today, I realized it is a perfect metaphor, a visual representation of the third query in the Riddle of the Phoenix. My sadness is not the realization I have reached that milestone in my life, but, that there are so few people left in today’s world that will know whereof I speak by identifying it as such. A couple of y’all will, I’m sure, pick it up right away; a few others will, no doubt, get it after a moment’s search of their memory for the referenced riddle. But, the majority of people in the world today won’t know, at all, what the hell I’m talking about…. Well, maybe with a little help from Google….

Oh, well; it’s way too early to go any further along that path, especially when the path I need to walk right now leads us elsewhere. I’ve managed, in my madness, to put together a Pearl for today, though I cannot say exactly how it came to be; it’s all a bloody blur, as I threw it together in rather a hurried fashion, having arisen a bit late, & found SB to be in another snit. With the application of a bit of ruthlessness in making choices, and more than a little bit of threatening behavior toward software, it all came together, in spite of some active campaigning by a cat for her share of my time. The life of a blogger is a strange and wondrous thing, it’s clear….

Since it is done, I guess I’ll continue the ruthlessness, & go get it posted. In order to accomplish that, I suppose bringing this intro to a close assumes a more critical aspect; funny how that works, isn’t it? I’ll just reach over here, into this convenient drawer, where I know I’ll find just the right method to get that done with dispatch…. Why, look! It’s exactly the technique we need! Fancy that! Because three exclamation points in a row is quite enough for anyone, I’ll go ahead, & use this now. Don’t blink, or, you’ll miss it….

Shall we Pearl?

“Are people more important than the grizzly bear?
Only from the point of view of some people.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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Playing For Change

Since you see the logo, you’ll realize, naturally, we’re going default again…. Today, we’ll start with a Song Around the World, featuring a number of anonymous street performers, along with some rather familiar, more famous faces, singing a Grateful Dead tune, the simple, beautiful “Ripple”….. Enjoy!….

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Ripple

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Increments

Meaning fades to distant reality
while gazing at such triviality.
An insane world, where utter finality
is reward for disability.

Metaphorically, as a matter of course.

Moment to moment, passion blooms,
swells, and fades, swept by new brooms.
Bitter dreams catch fire in empty rooms,
waiting for broken time, which never resumes.

Superficially, with great force.

Dire wolves stand snarling at the door
called to existence from a distant moor;
discordant strains sound a mad, sad roar,
a dirge for those who went before.

Morbidly, without vital recourse.

Honest effort fades from human ken
until entropy finds home in every when.
Illusory fear inundates imagination, then
buries hope, in its own ashes, hidden.

Cruelly, absolutely no remorse.

Silence falls until it shatters the night.
The universe has refused the fight.
Illusion is now reality, such a fey sight.
Who has courage to live in the light?

Really? It could be worse.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/15/2016

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Naked Pearls

Five steps on the path….

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The purpose is to identify not with the body which is falling away
but with the consciousness of which it is a vehicle.
This is something I learned from my myths.
Am I the bulb that carries the light,
or am I the light of which the bulb is the vehicle?
If you can identify with consciousness,
you can watch this thing go like an old car.
There goes a fender, etc.
But it’s expected; and then gradually the whole thing drops off
and consciousness rejoins consciousness.
I live with these myths — and they tell me to do this,
to identify with the Christ or the Shiva in me.
And that doesn’t die, it resurrects.
It is an essential experience of any mystical realization
that you die in your flesh and are born to your spirit.
You identify with the consciousness in life — and that is the god.”

~~ Joseph Campbell ~~

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“There’s a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.”

~~ Lou Reed, “Magic and Loss” ~~

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“For a man needs only to be turned around
not once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost….
Not til we are lost…. do we begin to find ourselves.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Walden” ~~

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“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes anyway I want to.”

~~ Stripes the tiger ~~

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“I see my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many things –
A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light
Upon a sword, a fir tree on a hill,
An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,
A king sitting upon a chair of gold –
And all these things were wonderful and great;
But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.
Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow
Lay hidden in that small slate-coloured thing!”

~~ William Butler Yeats, “Fergus and the Druid” ~~

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Y’know? It’s harder than it seems to type with a cat in your face. Leelu wants her morning cuddle, so, I’m done here; the rules of having a familiar do take precedence, as some of y’all know. Today, I hope to make it by a few blogs, but, can’t make any promises; the BBR seems to keep interrupting my solitude with demands for participation. But, in spite of the futility of hope, I do feel some, which, if nothing else, raises the odds it might happen. In any case, I’ll be back again soon, to try this again. One of these days, I’m going to get it right, you wait, and see….. Ta, then, luvs….

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….

Abrupt visions of a fiery demise….

Ffolkes,

“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.”

~~ Louisa May Alcott ~~

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Leelu’s cousin Mimi….

Hajime…. I will not say ‘Good morning’, for, thus far, it has not been so. I feel like crap, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if it were not preventing me from seeing my grandson today. I hurt, thanks to the weather, while other age-related issues have complicated the process of dealing with it. If I weren’t scheduled to go have fun, I’d just stay home and deal; as it is, I still have to stay home & deal, but, with the added fillip of being bummed over it. Ah, well…. piss on it.

I know; not very composed, or, nice, for that matter. But, I’m a little short of the milk of human kindness just now, so, we’ll all have to deal. It’s bad enough to feel so cruddy, without adding in the bonus of curmudgeonry gone sour. I suppose the only thing to do is to go force Smart Bee to cooperate, and put out a Pearl. If nothing else, the act of going through the process should help to distract me from the issues long enough to get a handle on the day. We can hope, right?

Right. So be it. I don’t have enough in me today to even attempt any further literary accomplishments. Hell, I don’t have enough in there to even care. To avoid setting any inconvenient patterns, I’ll end this intro post haste, and try to get this done before it all goes wonky on me. Of course, we started the day wonky, so, that may be a bit optimistic. But, it’s the best I can do; as we are so fond of reiterating, all you can do is all you can do. In that spirit, let’s go on….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Every child is born a genius.”

~~ R. Buckminster Fuller ~~

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All my regular Gentle Readers know what’s coming now. Those who may be here for the first time may now note, and file, this information, to wit: in such situations, we resort to our default musical choice, known far and wide as “classical” music…. I’ve picked out a collection of the best classical guitar for your listening pleasure today….. Humanity has already established the value of all of this music, by enjoying it for the past several hundred years…. Y’all may as well enjoy it, too….

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Momentary Terror

Absently casual, memories pester endlessly
leaving only bleeding remnants, amiable and loving.
Coming awake, I cry to still the pain, shamelessly.

Elsewhen, time gives surcease, if only to live,
shoring broken pilings, worn and gray.
Passing on, I laugh at the pain, accept all it will give.

Time will build a shelter, warm and ever safe
save for Fate’s busy hands.
Enduring, I follow the pain, knowing it will chafe.

Fixed against a darkened sky of starry black
such beauty brings us to our knees.
Entranced, I welcome the pain, ’tis all I lack…..

~~ gigoid ~~

2/4/2013

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Naked Pearls

Random Thoughts….

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“Are all your stars shining?”

~~ JD Salinger ~~

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“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes anyway I want to.”

~~ Stripes the tiger ~~

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“Dilige et quos vis fac.”
[Love and do what you will]

~~ St. Augustine ~~

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“The higher you climb, the more you show your ass.”

~~ Alexander Pope, “The Dunciad” ~~

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Plato says, “‘T is to no purpose for a sober man to knock at the door of the Muses;”
and Aristotle says “that no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of folly.”

~~ Michael de Montaigne — Essays, Book ii, Chap. ii, Of Drunkenness ~~

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“On the other hand,
life can be an endless parade
of TRANSSEXUAL QUILTING BEES aboard a cruise ship to DISNEYWORLD
if only we let it!!”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

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“Well, don’t look at ME. Ask the troll.”

~~ Snarky Bee ~~

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I think, all things considered, the last pearl is our best bet at understanding what happened here today. Since we don’t have any trolls handy to ask, I suppose we’ll just call it a wash, and get on with the day. In retrospect, I don’t believe we have any other choice. We do, however, retain the option to do this again tomorrow; we’ll exercise that option tomorrow morning, regardless of how anyone else feels about it. Can’t say any fairer than that…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes; this is your final warning….

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….

Ample reason to remain sidereal….

Ffolkes,

“It is never too early or too late to care for the well-being of the soul.”

~~ Epicurus ~~

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Late summer bloom….

Hajime…. In human experience, it is clear that the subject of ‘delayed gratification’ is associated closely with a great many of our difficulties. Taking the short-term view, while gratifyingly immediate, can often lead to long-term consequences, very few of which are as beneficial as our intentions would have them. In short, we screw our own pooch, regularly. I would say this is not an arguable conclusion, as the evidence is overwhelming.

Now, one might assume, from the professorial tone of the previous paragraph, today’s post will be another long diatribe against the machine. And, you’d be right. However, my diatribe, which has, in segments, been ongoing for several years, won’t be our major feature. In fact, there’s no rant, at all, in any real sense. There is material in that section today, but, you won’t find it hard to get through, as it turned old-school. We have music, we have a new poem, and a damn fine group of excellently polished pearls for your edification. You could say, this one has it all, and be correct. Go ahead, say it….

Okay, so, the obligatory nonsense is in place, we’ve got some rational dialogue, and we’re three paragraphs in; couldn’t ask for better progress. I mean, after all, Dave Letterman coined the perfect phrase to describe us, when he said, “Hopelessly lost, but, making good time….”. That’s us, to a T. Or, if necessary, to a Z. Whatever either of those means. I don’t believe I ever really ‘got’ that one, but, hey, it’s embedded in the language, so, gotta use it now and again, or it goes bad. Words do that, you know….

I think that, right there, is a good indicator, showing us it’s definitely time to get on with this, before it all goes wonky. I’ll be rational, and executive-like, & make the decision to cut this off, ruthlessly. How’s this for ruthless?….

Shall we pearl?….

“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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I had no intention of ranting today, though the urge often occurs. I’m trying to keep from that sort of indulgence for the time being. Sometimes, when looking for pearls for the old-school, Naked Pearls section, I do come across pieces such as these, which I can only describe as perfect pearls, for they create an entire discussion in one’s own head, in order to ascertain the full import of the relatively few words used. In short, they compose a pearl of virtual wisdom, which can, in its essence, only be considered a rant, against all the elements of human nature that cause us so much misery, and keep the bulk of us from feeling or experiencing life as it CAN be lived. I hope you enjoy this trip into the minds of a number of rather smart people….

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Thoughts on the Human Condition….

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“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered.
But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula,
the big answers don’t remain stone-written.
We adjust to new conditions and discoveries.
We are pliable.
Love need not be a command or faith a dictum.
I am my own God.
We are here to unlearn
the teachings of the church, state,
and our educational system.
We are here to drink beer.
We are here to kill war.
We are here to laugh at the odds
and live our lives so well
that Death will tremble to take us.”

~~ Charles Bukowski ~~

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“…there is no poison on earth more potent, nor half so deadly,
as a partial truth mixed with passion.”

~~ Michael Jay Tucker~~

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“The entire world is being driven insane by this single phrase:
‘My religion alone is true.'”

~~ Ramakrishna ~~

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“There is no nonsense so arrant
that it cannot be made the creed of the vast majority
by adequate governmental action.”

~~ Bertrand Russell, “An outline of Intellectual Rubbish” ~~

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“And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon Gods they’d made.”

~~ Paul Simon ~~

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“The more laws and order are made prominent,
the more thieves and robbers there will be.”

~~ Lao Tzu ~~

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“… But when he [the people’s champion]
has disposed of foreign enemies by conquest or treaty,
and there is nothing to fear from them,
then he is always stirring up some war or other,
in order that the people may require a leader.”

~~ Plato, “The Republic” ~~

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“What happens to your fist when you open your hand?”

~~ Zen Buddhism ~~

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Image from lastfm.com via Google Images

I finished a poem last night; don’t know why, but the last three stanzas just bled out in about an hour. In honor of poetry, here’s a performance by one of the greatest musician/songwriter/poets of the modern era. I consider his “Sound of Silence” the definitive poem/song of the latter part of the previous century; I know it’s just my opinion, but, go listen, then tell me it doesn’t nail modern society with one swift bullet. In any case, this is a pretty decent collection of his work, in a good studio, with good sound, and, his usual collection of great musicians to play with him…. Enjoy!….

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Paul Simon
BBC Sessions ~ 2006

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Illusory Time

Viewed from askance, the river is long;
deep, uncompromisingly intent, swift, 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, looks above, sees 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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Naked Pearls

Serenity’s arcane art….

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I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes any way I want to.”

~~ Stripes the tiger ~~

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“It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare;
it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.”

~~ Lucius Anneaus Seneca ~~

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“To dare is to lose your foothold for a moment.
Not to dare is to lose your self.”

~~ Soren Kierkegaard~~

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

~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~~

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“Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it,
you will live along some distant day into your answers.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow,
you gotta put up with the rain.”

~~ Dolly Parton ~~

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“Take a breath of the new dawn and make it a part of you.

~~ Hopi proverb ~~

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“Change is inevitable, growth is intentional.”

~~ Glenda Cloud~~

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“The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way.
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”

~~ J.R.R. Tolkien ~~

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Boy! That’s a big one, isn’t it? So big, I’ll forgo further torment, and just say, see y’all tomorrow, ffolkes. I believe we can safely say it is now an obsession, without being inaccurate. So be it….

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

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

Which is Why….

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

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Afterward, we’ll dance a merry jig….

Ffolkes,
Once more, I find myself caught between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, in more than a merely metaphorical sense. In this particular case, as it presents itself each morning, the Devil is represented by the blank page staring me in the face, and the Deep Blue Sea is a metaphor for well… something.

I guess the metaphor breaks down there a bit, thanks to the rather pathetic lack of any rational thought going through my head at this hour. I really don’t see how one can be expected to shine so early in the day, but, then, I’m the one who set the original paradigm, of posting a fresh Pearl every day, so I have no one else available to blame….

Naturally, I COULD blame Murphy; he certainly puts in his bid for attention and acknowledgment on a daily basis. I am, however, honest enough, and resigned enough, to realize I’m not his only target, and cannot lay ALL of the fault at his feet, no matter how tempting it may seem. I could blame it on the hour, but, I’ve been getting up this early for years, so I should be accustomed to the process. I might even be able to persuade at least a few of y’all to believe it has to do with how hard it is to stay fresh when posting each day, but, once again, that isn’t something that is unique to me, so it won’t wash either….

No, my claim to a metaphorical dilemma is more, or less, accurate than I’d hoped, or counted on, leaving the blame for this mess squarely planted in my own lap, with the responsibility for cleaning it up attached…. SIGH…. It might be time to reexamine this determination of mine to maintain a daily presence on the ‘net, in light of the increasing time I’m spending in the BBR, and in light of the increased time happily spent with milady Patricia. Though it seems not to keep me from producing this blog each day, I’m not certain at this point just how much continuing to do so may, or may not, be contributing to my overall level of satisfaction….

For almost two full years now, I’ve managed to post virtually every day; in that time, I believe I’ve only missed a total of five or six days, mostly due to travel and/or internet connection issues. This has been done for the simple purpose of saving my sanity, or what there is of it. I’ve never cared how many people read it, or “Like” it, as the whole point of the exercise has been to get out of my head all the stuff that otherwise would sit in there and cause trouble for me. In that respect, it has been entirely successful; I am as sane as I’ve ever been (though that may not be saying much….). Now, however, things have changed, mostly for the better, and the necessity to protect my sanity is not as critical as it has been for a while….. Happy days, eh?….

I suppose it really doesn’t matter at all, to any of y’all, anyway, just why, or even how, I do this every day…. It only matters to me, and only as much as I care to think about it. Mostly, I just tell myself to forget about all that crap, and get on with it, and, since this little meandering blurb has reached the legal limit for an intro, I believe I’ll do just that…. It isn’t often I get such a smooth segue into the next section, so I’m going to take the money and run….. Shall we Pearl?…..

“I can do a score of things that can’t be done.  I can find a thing I cannot see, and see a thing I cannot find.  The first is time, and the second is spots before my eyes.  I can touch a thing I cannot feel, and feel a thing I cannot touch. The first is your heart, and the second is sad and sorry.”” — James Thurber (1894-1961), “The Thirteen Clocks”
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Sometimes, the process of collecting pearls, and grouping them according to concepts, becomes a rather mystical event, or, at worst, metaphysical, as the pearls will almost throw themselves at me, clamoring for inclusion, with no obvious connection to any that have gone before…. Then, when I reach one of the key numbers, such as five, or seven, it all becomes clear why they have been vying for attention, and the reason for the group becomes clear…. Or, more accurately, becomes perceivable, if not exactly clear…. In fact, clarity has little to do with it; if it did, I’d never get a group together. This one, for some strange reason, picked itself out in about five minutes; even more strangely, it works….

“Blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite; keep reason under its own control.” — Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (121-180 AD) — Meditations, ix, 7

“It gets you nowhere if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.” — Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

“A duty dodged is like a debt unpaid; it is only deferred, and we must come back and settle the account at last.” — Joseph F. Newton

“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes anyway I want to.” — Stripes the Tiger

“And die with decency.” — Thomas Otway (1651-1685) — Venice Preserved, Act v, Sc. 3

See what I meant? No? Oh….. Hmm. Well, think about it, I guess….. It will come to you…. If not, you can find aspirin in the first-aid kit under your seat….. We’ll go on now….
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Two months ago, almost to the day, I apparently wrote a poem, of sorts, during, and for, the National Poetry Month Writing Challenge. I had forgotten about it, dismissing it, I think, because it doesn’t rhyme throughout most of it…. However, I read it again today, and it isn’t bad, for a free verse attempt…. It is actually quite a good statement of my personal religious evolution, so, in lieu of a religirant today, I humbly, if egotistically, offer this instead….

Early Observations

Until I knew there was more,
I wanted to know God.
They said he was a nice guy,
and would let me live forever.

All I had to do, they said,
was live my life for Him,
always living by scripture
cleaving only to his Way.

But, everyone I saw in church,
acted different at home.
Living wild, cussin’ and fussin’,
nobody lived like they said.

Still, I tried to be like Jesus,
he was sort of cool.
He never hurt nobody
and walked on the right path.

‘Course they killed him for that,
they couldn’t stand his example.
Turned him into a martyr,
 hid his real words among their own.

Then I found the Buddha,
and met Lao Tzu at the gate.
They saw things real different,
showed me how to see straight.

Right thought, and right action
replace blind obedience and faith.
Reality becomes manageable,
fear retreats, the universe expands.

Brother John said it pretty well,
“Imagine there’s no heaven,
it’s easy if you try.”
Sounds like he knew why.

Day to day, life is grand,
we walk in eternal beauty.
Open your eyes and hearts,
find yourself already immortal.

~~ gigoid ~~

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“Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves. Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you’ve got an audience.” — Diogenes

Once again, as I have found innumerable times in the past, one of the ancient scholars has given voice to an observation about human nature that convinces me that, not only did they know, even more so than we do now, just how humanity is flawed, but were aware, as well, of how people are wired for failure by their own lack of courage, and/or integrity. To make such a statement as this, Diogenes seems to have tapped into the modern human mind, and recognized it, as it sits around, watching the pretty lights on the idiot box, where the news anchors, pundits, and talking heads all whistle and dance the shimmy….

“On Monday mornings I am dedicated to the proposition that all men are created jerks.” — H. Allen Smith, “Let the Crabgrass Grow”

Sadly, I think we can expand this to include the rest of the days of the week, because, as far as I can tell, TV is available 24/7, and, having sampled something from each time period throughout the day and night, at one point or another in my life, I can assure you, the assault on your sensibilities, and the “dumbing down” process that is entailed by watching it, continues through every one of those hours…. Even the shows that are purported to enter the realm of intellectual endeavor are written for people who have a sixth-grade vocabulary, with charts, graphs, and lots of pretty pictures to help in the understanding of simple ideas

There is NO LIMIT to the amount, or the degree, of stupidity that is displayed every minute of every one of those hours….. Hell, one of mankind’s favorite kind of TV shows to watch are “sitcoms”, which, typically, are half-hour plays with plots designed to make fun of the human condition, making it all okay to be stupid, because, hey, that’s what they do on TV, right?…. According to TV, all married women are smarter than their husbands, children are smarter than parents, and government officials all tell the truth…. on alternate leap years…..

The most valued shows are the ones that display the most stupidity; hence the popularity of The Simpsons, Beavis and Butthea, and previously, shows such as All in the Family, Father Knows Best, Happy Days, or Petticoat Junction, for shit’s sake!

Of course, there was also The Munsters, and The Addams Family, too, so there is some balance, but, mostly, American sitcoms show Americans at their worst, and make them ridiculous, not to mention cheap, grasping, greedy, and, often, obese…. all of which, unfortunately, paints an accurate picture of American culture

“I just heard the SEVENTIES were over!!  And I was just getting in touch with my LEISURE SUIT!!” — Zippy the Pinhead

I pat myself on the back often these days, for not having watched any TV at all for over three years now, aside from the random baseball game during the playoff season, and the World Series (some traditions MUST remain, even for us curmudgeons….), so, I’m unaware to any great degree, exactly what current shows are like…. But, from what I read on the ‘net, and what I hear from people, TV hasn’t undergone any philosophical evolution in the meantime, and, in fact, continues to do just about as badly as ever, in terms of living up to its potential as a medium of communication and/or education….

This is a policy, not a mistake, or an evolution, but a deliberate policy, which the BRC (who are the ones who control that particular medium…. who else?…) will continue to employ as long as selfish, unprincipled people own the rights to it, and continue to use it as a means of controlling the information available to the general public, to suit their own ends, just as it has always been utilized…..

I wouldn’t count on TV shows getting any better until it is no longer under ANY sort of regulation; the only regulation really necessary to control TV’s effect on the user is to realize the fact that people always have the ultimate power over a TV set, due to the simple little switch on the side, which turns it on, and off, at the will of that user….. Now all we have to do is teach people to use it to turn it OFF, instead of ON…..

“He who searches for truth must not appease his urge by giving himself up to the narcotic of belief.” — Hans Reichenbach, quoted in _ The Philosophy of Matter in the Atomic Age

TV? TV? Oh, yeah, I remember TV….. This is a phrase I would love to hear more often…..
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“Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.” — Immanuel Kant

Without even looking, I know that today’s is a special Pearl…. But, I’m going to look, anyway… besides, gotta proof it, y’know?…. Well, it IS special, but, no doubt, this too will pass relatively unnoticed, given the flood of data that streams across the world’s notice every day…. Ah well, at least I know, and that, ultimately, is all that really matters…. We may not be an island in the currents of Time, but we must all face it alone in the final analysis, to sink or swim as our nature dictates…..  Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..

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

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