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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 16, 2017 - 04:25pm PT
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Due to the old wide screen format, this plays inside a frame,
tough Topic , great portrayals.
re: The cast also gets a look for its excellence and depth , there are some bit players who's stars are on the rise in 1961 - Star Trek's William Shatner along with all the notables .[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Apr 16, 2017 - 05:01pm PT
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NO missing ladders to report, sir. Wood chippers are still there and in tact.
After 3 visits from Sheriffs I have learned that cameras and very loud alarms are best.
The most sought after items are guns (zip), cash (zip-gun), and jewels (my only is by my side still). That said, they will take power tools, sterling silverware, and a lot of your time.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 16, 2017 - 07:11pm PT
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With all the Saber Rattling this past week over the Korean Peninsula I woke from a graphic nightmare this morning that rattled my nerves and left me writing a lengthy poem that required my reading up on some sobering scientific data about blast radiuses, fallout zones, and radiation burns.
A happy Easter was shared by most of our family here and I kept in check those uneasy feelings regarding any dire forebodings. I'm sure I wasn't the only one.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 16, 2017 - 07:45pm PT
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ECV initiation rites --
Say the password, all.
THE HEWGAG BRAYS.
[Sound the Hewgag.]
Repeat the password.
THE HEWGAG BRAYS.
To this there exists a still more secret reply. Guard it with all possible virility, for it is:
BEFORE OR AFTER THE FULL MOON.
Repeat these mystic words.
BEFORE OR AFTER THE FULL MOON.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 16, 2017 - 08:17pm PT
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you best not have missed 'em, but
sokayifso, cuz i believe second chances
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 16, 2017 - 10:35pm PT
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Tonyghte on the Tellye.
Grammie-oriented.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oriented differently.
But with feet on solid ground, excepting for standing in mud.
Nobody gets "too much love" anymore
It's as high as a mountain
And harder to climb.
hooblie pearldropper, allow me to say on behalf of us all, "Oinku."Me, I'm just tryin' to keep up.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 17, 2017 - 02:53am PT
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i uncredited myself on the terrazzo and the pigs, they are internet in origin
[Click to View YouTube Video]
i have picked a few porkers in my day, but no memory of winning
pig racing caught the attention of the montana state horse racing commission. a showdown ensued.
negotiated outcome after a visit from "good morning america" highlighting the underpigs? a little town that graduates a couple of high school students in a good year has a scholarship waiting for them, paramutual they call it. hail a fellow named Pits DeArmond
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2017 - 05:36am PT
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Mutually Assured Destruction
On a day of stormy weather
In a rundown beetle car
On the crowded LA freeways
I hadn't gotten very far
When going west the road sign said
I took an exit wrong again
Then my foot stuck on the throttle
And the car began to spin
Was I upside down or right side up?
I really could not tell
But when the car was righted
I took the exit, just as well
To check my nerves and auto
And if the wheels were still all there
But what I was about to see
Was something straight from hell
I pulled into a gas station
And stepped out of the car
Somewhere west of West Covina
West of my hometown, not too far
I looked west towards Los Angeles
Then heard a loud kaboom
And saw a mighty fireball
'Twas the harbinger of all our doom
A nuclear explosion
Rocked the sunset sky
People screamed and sirens blared
As shock waves ringed the western sky
Cars on the freeway collided
As panic gripped drivers realized
They could not control their senses
When they thought they were about to die
Coldly I stood calculating
And estimating odds to stay alive
About forty miles from ground zero
From that distance I could survive
Unless there was another blast
That un-serendipitously struck nearby
The world then slowed in motion
As time suspended in my minds eye
Some voices wailed grief stricken
For their families stood in harms way
I took in all the mayhem
Had the world gone totally insane?
I drove east towards the desert
The freeways clogged in harsh retreat
My premonition moved me
To go off road and through back streets
I took out my bolt cutters
Gaining access to a sandy wash
The trusty buggy bounced along
I threw away my cards and cash
And guarded all my water
With my sawed off at my knee
And thought about my family
Still visiting in Flagstaff hopefully
The world was now off its rocker
And would never be the same
The evolutionary shift begun
For humanity it seemed
And as birds in massive numbers
Flew ahead of me in the nighttime sky
Like them I would need a reverie
Before, untimely I would die
-bushman
04/16/2016
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2017 - 07:49am PT
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One must still give and get credit for good taste, friend hoobent.
To defraud, bamboozle, and fake out was not your intent.
Unlike our current and crude president.
And to place bets on pigs, though it's awfully "low-rent",
It's how you act when you win that's the sign of a gent.
It's an iffy day here in the middle of the plain.
The weather gods can't decide to shine or to rain.
It came down in buckets for ten minutes then left us soaked.
All I know is what I can see from my window.
McCartney - foolin' around
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Hlw_9ldThs
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Lynne, your package should be arriving on Wednesday. I'm mailing it this morning.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Apr 17, 2017 - 08:05am PT
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Thank you Hooblie and Mouse, for a page filled with lovely images. It is a treat to see the world through the eyes and lenses of you two, so thank you.
The poor little racing pigs, I had no idea we had pigs in Montana, but then, I keep rather kosher, so they would not attract my attention, racing or not.
Two Bald Eagles were here yesterday, checking out the area, perching on one tree top, then flapping awkwardly over to a better roost in another tree, all the while checking the area for rabbits, I suppose.
Our first pelicans have arrived for the summer. Tourists. Fishing tourists. Flying fishing tourists. And they fly in such lovely formations.
I'm nattering. Now time to get back to the desk and other things.
Thank you again, you two, for the excellent images.
ff
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2017 - 08:08am PT
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feralfae, feralfae,
It doesn't much matter what you say,
Natter-natter, natter away.
Grazie, bella.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2017 - 09:32am PT
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The Halfling Herald.
"Sound the Hewgag, cuz someone's gonna die," says JRR to MFM on Twitter.
or alternativelyStraight from Twitter to you.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2017 - 10:07am PT
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Favorite all-time climbing postcard.
tyib.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2017 - 11:36am PT
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The Wasteland
The purple dusk
And yellow dawn
Upset my mind
Turning my stomach
Low I bent
And wandered on
Through fields of charcoal
Like the taste inside my mouth
And rain that fell and then was gone
Beyond I saw some people
Beneath a tower
Where stones were thrown
And curses hurled
At older folks and orphans
Knowing not for what
They were frowned upon
I held my distance
'Till they moved on
Then followed after
Hidden by the rise between us
They wandered towards the foothills
Rejected, forlorn
Refugees from Eden
After the war
I stalked them like a vulture
But well supplied and armed
I would see that they
Should have safe passage
Beyond the barrier
Where thieves and mercenaries
Like myself
Would do them harm
Where the children of the apocalypse
And the infirm
Might breath a while longer
In this life
Knowing of no oasis
'Twas the plan I had
Until the coming storm
-the gnashman
05/17/2018
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Apr 17, 2017 - 11:53am PT
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That's Dichtung, Bushman - tight, uncompromising, inescapable. Standig well to a selection of photos above from MFM and Hooblie.
Hooblie's MFM selection is uncompromising in itself. MFM's Hooblie selection is (seen from the outside) more random...
Pardon me for breaking in on the thread, but don't pardon me the pardoning...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Apr 17, 2017 - 02:01pm PT
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Hooblie, thank you. I truly had no idea there was pig-racing around here. Looks as thought they may be down in Paradise Valley, or near Bozangeles, as it is called by locals. There are several Bear Creeks in Montana, though. Who knew about the pigs? Sheesh.
Yes, desk today. Studio in a couple of days when paperwork is done.
Mouse, I am now entirely off crutches, thank you for the kind words. Soon, I shall be free to roam around the Earth again. Gotta go take the rest of my papers to the archives to the Deering at NU, then going on to a couple of archaeology sites I've been invited to visit. I am also going back with some graduate students to review a site I wrote up 32 years ago. The site is above the Mississippi River on a cliff of Burlington Limestone.
Back then, I was to only one willing to rope up and explore those places.
Evidence is clear that people had been there before, leaving rock art on cliff faces. Great place to sit and watch the world flow by. We found an Archaic burial nearby, dated about 7,000 BCE. Surviving pictographs have been dated that far back as well. The mixture of red ochre (iron oxide) and egg ages surprisingly well.
You know I can natter on about this for hours . . . We did one mitigation of a large limestone slab crypt which was being bulldozed by a farmer so he could put in a fence line. We found the remains an entire being, liberally covered in red ochre, with strings of freshwater pearls and a bear tooth necklace. He was surrounded by copper tinkling cones, which had been sewn to his clothing. Next to him were several large native copper axes. Nearby was a burial bundle of female bones, probably recovered from a charnel platform where the remains had over-wintered and been picked clean by local scavengers. With her remains were more pearls, tinkling cones, and pottery featuring spoon-bills carved in a beautiful pattern. She was very liberally covered with red ochre as well. We think, due to their similar ages, that they were a couple. There were no signs of violence on either set of remains. It was a beautiful site as well, there above the confluence of the Illinois and Mississippi rivers.
end of nattering.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 17, 2017 - 04:49pm PT
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red lodge and i go way back. the bear creek in question is east of there a few miles.
from billings gazette
Saturday paid time-and-a-half at the Montana Coal and Iron Co.’s Smith Mine between Bearcreek and Washoe.
Miners who had just emerged from the Great Depression of the 1930s eagerly worked the overtime weekend shift. They had the added incentive of doing their part to keep the World War II war machine running.
Although many were immigrants, they were a patriotic lot, according to Matt Stump, a senior in history at Montana State University Billings. Most had the cost of war bonds deducted from their wages, he said.
As 1942 drew to a close, Frank Mourich, a native of Austria, had increased his purchase of war bonds to $75 of his $132 biweekly paycheck, Stump found while researching his senior thesis.
Daylight was about an hour old when Mourich and 76 other coal miners entered the mouth of the Smith Mine on Feb. 27, 1943. On that bright winter morning, they descended about 7,000 feet into the No. 3 vein and went to work.
It was mostly a seasoned, middle-aged crew, but there were many on both ends of the age spectrum. Andrew Jorden, 21, of Red Lodge, and Adam Lee Wakenshaw, 72, an immigrant from England, toiled deep underground, as did Wakenshaw’s 39-year-old son, Robert.
No one knows whether any of these men intent on their work noticed an unusual buildup of methane gas or coal dust, and there are only theories about what ignited an explosion so powerful that it blew a 20-ton locomotive off its tracks.
But an hour and 37 minutes after their shift began, all but three of the miners were dead or dying in the worst coal mine disaster in Montana history. They were survived by 58 widows and 125 children.
Accounts from that day 70 years ago say the explosion was so deep in the mine that it was not felt at the surface.
The Billings Gazette reported the next day that Art Lantana, who was working above ground, saw smoke pouring from the opening. An emergency siren began to wail, summoning off-duty miners and relatives to the mine mouth.
Management got its first notification of the disaster below from hoisting engineer Alex Hawthorne, 55, who telephoned the surface and said: “There’s something wrong down here. I’m getting out.”
Before he got far, Hawthorne was overcome by fumes. Two others, Willard Reid and Eli Houtonen, were blown down by the force of a wind from below. A rescue force braving the deadly gas brought all three unconscious men to the surface along with two bodies. The Gazette said that they had been working in Vein No. 2.
All three survivors, who were described in the newspaper as “very sick,” were rushed to a hospital in Red Lodge, five miles away. Also hospitalized early that day were eight volunteers who were searching for survivors.
Hawthorne later said that he and the other survivors were working 4,800 feet inside the mine “when the power failed and I sensed serious trouble. I grabbed the telephone and rang desperately. At that time a cyclone of wind ascended from the mine, carrying sticks and everything that was loose. Then came the worst smell that I have ever sensed and I knew there was an explosion.”
Another miner called to him, he said, and they started out with a loaded coal car.
“That’s the last I remember until I came to here in the hospital,” Hawthorne said.
Miners from Montana Coal and Iron’s nearby Foster Mine joined rescue parties, as did crews from Klein and Roundup. An Army paratroop transport based in Helena picked up a special 14-man rescue squad from the copper mines in Butte and flew the men to Billings. The squad was ferried to the mine in screaming Montana Highway Patrol cars.
A telephone line was strung so rescue parties could keep in touch with the surface. William Romek, Smith Mine assistant manager, told The Gazette that the men were trapped behind a rock fall, but the fall wasn’t the problem. The real threat was methane gas.
“We’re hoping that they were able to get away from the danger area after the explosion and go to a safer place in the mine,” he said the day of the explosion.
Above ground, miners’ families kept a calm, hopeful watch, The Gazette reported.
“They chatted softly among themselves with their eyes seemingly glued on the mine entrance across the gulch,” a story said. “Many remained for a nightlong vigil.”
Mine employees toiled throughout the day trying to repair and secure the workings. “The workmen formed chains, keeping contact in case they were overcome in the gas-filled tunnel, which was described as ‘very bad,’ ” The Gazette reported.
Meanwhile, the Red Cross, already in a high state of preparedness because of the war, quickly established a canteen to feed the crowd gathering at the mine. Within an hour of the first call for help, the organization had set up a 50-bed emergency hospital in Red Lodge, with the assistance of local high school students.
Gov. Sam Ford arrived the next day, offering state support. A detail of state troopers was headquartered at the scene to transport workers to and from hotels and rooming houses. They also raced rescuers overcome by fumes to the emergency hospital in Red Lodge. On Sunday, doctors there told The Gazette that 62 rescuers had been treated. By Monday, the number was 118.
On Sunday, Feb. 28, experienced miners told reporters that they believed that there was just a “thousand to one chance” trapped miners were still alive. The Butte specialists, who were equipped with oxygen masks, could stay underground as long as six hours at a time, but they were unfamiliar with the mine. Regular mine employees with only filter masks could not go as deep into the tunnel.
“Without the guidance of regular coal miners, they have been unable to find their way through the maze of approximately 700 passageways,” The Gazette reported.
Desperate to save family members and friends, local miners stayed down as long as they could.
“You can work in there about five minutes and then your head gets light and your legs sag,” a rescuer worker told a reporter. “But we’re doing all right. We’re making progress and we’ll reach some of them soon.”
The rescue effort was grim.
“When exhausted rescuers come out of the mine, most of them are dazed and groggy from the effects of the gas for hours afterward," The Gazette reported. "They are taken to the Red Lodge emergency hospital and put to bed. Drugs are administered to quiet their nerves, but many grow hysterical.”
Six bodies had been recovered by Sunday. But miners’ wives kept the faith.
“Calm and steadfast, unalterable in belief that their men will come out all right, they waited side by side on benches in the improvised canteen set up in the machine shop,” Gazette reporter Kathryn Wright wrote. “Many have been there since the disaster to meet the boys ‘when they come out.’ ”
A cocker spaniel nosed among the men day after day looking in vain for his master, Bill Shepard, 69. Brownie had come to the mine entrance daily for the previous five years to walk his master home.
Robert Wakenshaw’s wife, awaiting word of her husband and her father-in-law, held her head high and her shoulders erect as she told Wright: “I know they’re coming out. I have all the confidence in the world.”
Seventeen-year-old Martha Barovich knew her widowed father, Sam, would emerge safely.
“Just doesn’t seem like it could happen to Dad,” she said. “I know they must be all right. We’re all praying for them. God will hear us. I know.”
“Joe can’t be dead,” a trapped miner’s wife said. “He’s an old hand at mining. He knows what to do. He’s way at the back. There might be fresh air.”
But there wasn’t.
In agonizing slowness over the next week, the number of bodies began to mount. The last — that of mine foreman Elmer Price, 53 — came out on March 7. He left a wife and five children.
Funeral announcements for victims of the disaster ran in The Gazette’s pages until March 19.
The final casualty of the disaster, Matt Woodward, a rescue worker suffering the effects of his efforts, died April 9. His death brought the total to 75.
It was later determined that about 30 of the men died from injuries caused by force of the explosion. Carbon monoxide and lack of oxygen killed the rest.
At least five of the doomed miners survived for an hour and a half — long enough to scrawl a few last words for their families. Three messages were found. According a wire service report, the miners wrote with chalk on rough boards.
One found near Walter Joki, 30, and John Sundar, 28, read, “Goodbye wifes and daughters. We died an easy death. Love from us both. Be good.”
Another note listed Frank Pajnich, 53; Fred Rasborschek, 61; Sundar; and Joki. They wrote “We try to do our best but couldn’t get out.”
Emil Anderson, 40, left this final message: “It’s five minutes pass 11 o’clock. Dear Agnes and children I am sorry we had to go this way — God bless you all.
this here's the whole thingwhat makes the story, pits is a great guy, this is "still" the driveby image. ... the post office ... once 2,000 strong, many widows and surnames familiar in red lodge, which is bustling. no reason to open the old saloon if no one would stop, even though it was killer food. so before he could afford siding, it was usually closed, what to do?
the 1800's back bar was amazing, the reason the building deserved a rehab.
well he solved it, the place hops! then the state horse racing board slams him for the pigs, he goes up against the government, "good morning america" visits, broadcasts his plight ... the state caves when he makes it a scholarship thing.
hard scrabble american spirit
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Apr 17, 2017 - 05:58pm PT
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Thank you Hooblie. What a terrible tragedy. I had not heard of this one. I have friends who live outside Roscoe, and have been to Red Lodge a few times, but not often. Up here, we have the Mann Gulch Fire to talk about. Still.
I was at an event once with Mike Mansfield and he talked about the sense of safety in the mines, and how once you get to working down there, you have your crew family, your friends, and you feel that you own the place. It is a different country, he said. I love how the women, waiting and watching, refused to give up hope. Good for them. We often succumb to despair before it is certain. They were steadfast. Thank you for that excellent read of a bit of history. Now I know.
Oh! Totally elegant on the scholarship twist! Wonderful thing to do as well. And it is nice when we can make our play do good. How very lovely to find such a good way to be helpful. Better anyone to have the money other than government. Have you been to Willow Creek Saloon? A lovely place to stop for a meal. Just out of Three Forks.
ff
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2017 - 06:21pm PT
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The Great MAC Art Disaster of 2017.
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SuperTopo on the Web
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