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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 13, 2017 - 06:02pm PT
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Americans throw away nearly $1 billion worth of aluminum cans every year.
The aluminum industry pays out more than 800 million dollars a year for recycled cans.
The U.S. industry can recycling rate is approximately 67 percent,
thus nearly a billion dollars of recycling profit can be gained.
--Source: The Aluminum Association
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 13, 2017 - 07:12pm PT
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Insanity, I spoke their words as if wedding vow
OK
Just don't judge me by my shoes
-the_real_Locker
Ms Math informs me that the aluminum value added is only 394 million
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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 - May 14, 2017 - 01:23am PT
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I noticed the Google banner had a tribute cartoon to Mother Cactuses.
It's because National Cactus Day was celebrated (quietly) on May 10.
Say "sue-wa-roh."
Say "oh-coh-tea-yo."
Say there, hey, Craig Fry & other fans, 49 times.
Some chicken-duck-woman thing waiting for us in the thickets of love.[Click to View YouTube Video]Could be hiding behind the scrap pile.
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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 - May 14, 2017 - 02:25am PT
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You're just in time, DMT.
Mystery Art-Bot Theater 2917.
(With Jimmy Botticelli and Bob the Bot)
André Breton rejected the notion that painting, drawing, and sculpture express the artist's inner vision.
J: Shocking.
Conversely, a viewer sees more than what the eye sees "in its savage state."
B: Really?
There is, Breton noted, what one thinks one sees and recognizes or does not, or "what others have seen, or claim to have seen...what I see differently from the way in which anyone else sees it, and even what I begin to see which is not visible."
J: Okay...
Moreover, he added, "To these varying degrees of sensation correspond spiritual realizations sufficiently precise and distinct to allow me to grant to plastic expression a value that on the other hand I shall never cease to refuse to musical expression, the most deeply confusing of all forms."
B: Well, I'll be.
J: Can you elaborate?
Breton saw the ancient process of fixing visual images as creating "a veritable language" no more artificial than spoken language.
B: Rousseau you say.
He felt, he said, that he had "the right to demand a great deal from a faculty which, more than almost all others, allows me to exercise control over the real, over what is vulgarly understood to be real."
J: Who's on the oversight committee?
B: Three blind mice and a disgruntled fox.
In Breton's aesthetic,
it makes no difference whether there remains a perceptible difference between beings which are evoked and beings which are present, since I dismiss such differences out of hand at every moment of my life.
J: Sleightly out of hand here, Andre.
B: Turn up the volume - this is getting good.
This is why it is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on, in other words whether, from where I am standing, there is a "beautiful view," and nothing appeals to me so much as a vista stretching away before me out of sight.
B: No way, André!
J: You gotta be kidding. There's nothing but infinite space between his ears.
B: Five-six, man. Let's go to the coffee shop. There's a new work by Werner hanging in the museum I wanna check out, too.
http://www.bleaq.com/2014/nadja-sveir
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadja_(novel);
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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 - May 14, 2017 - 07:41am PT
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This just out.
And I didn't get one damn wing!
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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 - May 14, 2017 - 11:13am PT
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You, Lizard-like
expert at loss, loyal to none,
slip into unknown spaces, claws
digging quickly in, out. You disappear
between things and survive.
Can never go back yet alter course;
are a foreigner in your own company,
who can fade into the dimness of a room
and still be there. Dutiful to darkness.
You hear and seek, see and hide.
Light colours your inner world
as the outer one changes. How quickly
you can flee and shed your skin.
Innocently unfaithful to mate or nest.
-Lynne Hjelmgaard
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/aug/01/poem-of-the-week-you-lizard-like-by-lynne-hjelmgaard
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 14, 2017 - 01:11pm PT
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Can I say "fine" Lincoln Continental, just down from The Toothpicks (Los Palillos) murder/kidnapping factory.
Need I mention the suicide doors.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 14, 2017 - 01:13pm PT
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But what does it look like under the deck, you say?
Why not on the "buillding" thread. Well, I'm just trying to clean it up and repair it. It was already built. Note the cool fasteneres.
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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 - May 14, 2017 - 01:51pm PT
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It seams so real under there...
[Click to View YouTube Video]Precision singing group.
Not for sale.
Staples Singers - Freedom Highway (1965)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7_b_jyRVRc
Dumpster for the Trumpster.
He's hopeless and out of his depth.
Somethin' wrong with the United States?
Look at the man.
Agree or not, he's a disgrace.
I'm with you, Boo Dawg.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 14, 2017 - 02:38pm PT
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Trump is pathetic, a veritable "lump of foul deformity".
The advantage of those fasteners above is no visible nails or screws on the walking (wild) side of life.
OK, it needs some editing (ff to 1:20). Gimme shelter from the storm. This one came out right about the time that deck was built.
doo doo doodah doodah (let';s have a parade)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 15, 2017 - 05:56am PT
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Uncaring and Uncouth, the Unconcerned Uncle
(Fictional)
Why does he act so emotionless?
Not caring much for his family or friends
His level of interest
Being unregistered
Even by those on whom he depends
Recalcitrant, uncooperative
He shuffles through life unwilling at best
To be part of the program
Or anyone's plans
Unreliable to any loved one's behest
Why does he act so thoughtless?
Or so selfish as I have described
Perhaps he's incapable of a stronger love
Or empathy for others
Without being bribed
What are his shortfalls or motives
Or his reason to merely exist?
A poster child for such apathy
Who won't lift a finger
And only resists
Uncaring, uncouth, unconcerned is this Uncle
An overgrown boy not a man
Who might've been helpful
At the very least wise
But things don't always go like we plan
I must say there's a little of him in me
Beyond a few chromosomes and genes
But if I were half as impervious
I'd look stellar in contrast
To the old guy it seems
So I'll take as a lesson his example
Of how I should chose not to be
Uncaring, unconcerned,and uncouth like this man
Only time will reveal
And the future will see
-bushman
05/14/2017
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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 - May 15, 2017 - 06:36am PT
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Came the dawn
And you were gone
You were gone, gone, gone
I had too much to dream last night
--Electric Prunes
"Have you had your prunes this morning?"
If so, then why aren't you smiling?[Click to View YouTube Video]
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