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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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It sounds as if you have your challenge to finish
All the necessary players may tell, then again your telling is in so many ways so much more
So very much more fitting, a beautiful slice of that picture. This as those who get a tingle from it will know. . .
Instant Taco Gold!
Also, all the answers to far from imagined questions will lead to answers.
Memories, some true bold antics many stories, 'kept close to the breast'
Have been shared here.
That Taco Gold ?
I can never think to describe it but I know it
When I see it,
I get 'tingles' just sayin!
The "Taco" is this place,,the gold stories, rants and memories, pictures -the gold
it spouts forth among the climbers here, who swirl, as expiring ice cubes,
some of the melt thickens the sauce as your share has. Thank you!
What is Mind, is the near entrancing micro dissection of. Three or four main -ism-or near Imperceptible, but thru Said Vivessection, of denial of the very existence of an -x- then de construction based on this three pages want. It takes a year to catch up , but it is John Long, just be sure to link this page , , , the What is Mind , thread is inhabited by the edge of the center of the pixel that, by far, is meant to represent an ideal, not an attainable thing .
It energy dependent
a singularity based braid of thinkers.
It has peaks and throughs
The principles are hard to fathom,
but
One mighty Respondent respondening, is the Origanal Poster , John Long ,
The son of the Jim and Jim himself are in the midst of selling off some tents
a tent with a storied life.
The thread itself is in a wave that has its cycles fading in brilliance as the activities of high season and active lives push things of lesser importance; tacos, (the now besmirched)
It is both true & fitting (and a little vulgar too) that other things -plumbing-problems?- - - have this in common dead in the middle of climbing season
elucidate?
There have been the normal wildlife sightings at dawn and dusk. Bears, fox deer, rabbit, chipmunks & hawk.
There is a heavy mid-summer rain, that will plump the berries and send the bears on romps.
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 06:18am PT
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Good to hear the Gnome is about.
What he's about is anyone's guess, though. :0)
I haven't read but a few passages from the What is 'Mind?' thread.
I'm sure for those with the patience and the interest it's all good, but speculation is pretty f-in boring.
At least to me it is.
Can't knock it, but some things are unknowables.
At least it's a civilized discussion, not a hate-fest like some threads have been.
The day progresses and time marches.
The Cinema Cafe beckons. I've not slept hardly a wink all night, but have the day to catch up with Brother Morpheus.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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I dreamed I saw Joe Pyne last night, alive as you and me.
Did he drink like he had a wooden leg?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Someone was picketing Jerry Rubin in a bikini?
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Joe Pyne once started his interview with Frank Zappa by saying So I guess your long hair makes you a woman. to which Zappa responded So I guess your wooden leg makes you a table/gecko!
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 07:48am PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Just checking in before I leave for a meeting.
The quake report:
The epicenter was about 20 miles from us, in the next valley, but yes, it woke me up, things were falling, the crystal was jiggling together and sounded like a tocsin of glass bells, and things skittered off the counters. I am about done by now with picking up things and straightening art. Nothing broken here.
Yesterday, I was on the phone much of the morning, off and on, talking with friends who have called to share about their experiences. An engineer checked the house and plumbing and all. Everything is fine.
It woke me at 12:30 or so, and then the after shocks kept me up for a while. The entire house was shaking, and it was difficult to walk because of the trembling of the house and Earth. I could see the pines near the safety lights moving. The safety lights all came on probably due to the shaking, not sure. They usually only come on to deer, elk, moose, or humans. Although the tree branches were still, the trees were moving. The trees all seem fine now. I am watering everything well, just in case the trees and flowers are in trauma.
So much hanging art was askew on the lower floor. One bronze fell against the wall, but not all the way to the floor.
It was frightening, exciting, scary as it makes one remember how vulnerable we fragile little humans are in the face of Earth forces. We are all fine. Just shaken.
Today is thunderstorms, this Friday, and I am off to meet friends for brunch in a couple of minutes. Then I must being another paper to deliver later this year.
Stay cool and at peace.
Mouse, thank you for your concern.
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 11:14am PT
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Enjoy your friends and your breakfast/lunch.
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The lyrics:
Give me the high, high sign
Give me the high, high sign
Give me the high, high sign
Come on and lay it on the line
With the high, high sign
Give me the high sign baby
As I stroll around
Give me the high sign baby
And we'll bop around
Just raise your hand up
And give me one high sign
Now make a high sign baby
To show me that you care
Raise your hand on high, high above the air
When I touch your fingers
Don't you be no square
--The Diamonds
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 11:16am PT
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And one for Dingus McTractorman.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Set the blades on low and cruise the rows slow."
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 11:36am PT
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Inexplicable.
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 11:47am PT
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Who the bloody 'ell is Joe Pyne?
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 02:29pm PT
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Build it and they will have shade for hundreds of miles on the south side of that wall.
Melanie - Look What They've Done To My Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrM2fxnkxjA
Schau, was sie zu meinem Lied getan haben, Ma.
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 02:55pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
The full moon will rise here around 8 pm tomorrow, July 8. It will be ESE from here.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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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 - Jul 7, 2017 - 09:41pm PT
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Super shot, hooblie.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A Public Service,Neighberhood Bully 1st Responder janitor Barista
All must be seen for what it must be , if there's a gotd? A penance for not having taken a place in society to see that no ruinous bacon fed bafoon who should be doing magic tricks
t his oversized bar mitzvah rooms, not ruining the world,
where are the Myazakis?
The Wangmiers
and Shinns and Baldwins?( they & McCarthy, as seen on TV)
where is Josh Gradwhal , when you need him
He was like That Alex , every bodies big brother..
They are just lost names of never was , boys I knew ,
I wish that some of the girls gone women way to young,
Had grown and done as well,
because they could not have done more
one or two of the smartest people I'd ever meet
Became the most important thing they could
Great mothers,
all of them would make better world leaders
Who of them is still alive ?,what of their leadership potential?
They are not bush or clinton not trump, I thought aWard might run for sum thin' ?
Keb Mo, and Bonnie Rait play in' like it's only 1999, from 9/30/05 at a location in NJ a Tump gig, a location Atlantic City has some roots no routes long jowly highways and public toilets
https://youtu.be/0iMadZk9o_U
This show of golden notes. Check the Nora Jones songs, happened at the end of the free era.
Obblame was the the last elected president - I was sure I'd read that in them coutranes
Killinit Nostradamus
Or Quatranes
(So need to look that up !? )
Then - it's just grey before dawn, yours-truly goes a-walk-about. . .
as the last & 1st meet in awkward states & Cross purposes
Beyond looking for redemption or coherence,
I your faithful reporter-sorta
This sorta has that taste of tasty, & a lot more of " I'm to old for this"
As the fire at the party cakes with ash, the flames long since out.
No one has moved for three hours, and now I'm up to scoop & fetch
Ever not wanting to find a need to call
,( nowhere have I ever called it a "bus" )
it's a Rig,
a Rescue Rig
that is piloted by those heroes like WBraun
U,m
Did I ever mention Jon ?
Jon Ross an Origanal Mighty Mite, we are talking 60s Gymnast strong. . .
What that red neck ? No not KoRain$ Them. Muslims holy books
Taken as selves No different than anybody taken by holy books treats their own
So grow and freak A fear in resurgent evil?
The evil has always been there
The curtain , is not raised as much as raised
The Flames have touched it. Left to long Torched it too.
poof -up-in-smoke- The curtain gone ,
the need for it , by proof of instant technology
It's purpose made obsolete
Blown up the Procenium , no where to hang a curtain.
What for the eons had been "production", a Play upon a stage
World Stage ,
Is. A was
-the old way- buried -forgotten. All truth be relative
no longer truth at all
Alternate Facts
As in - pull back the curtain - to find what 'OZ' is pulling on what levers?
They in their own right - each Evil, with a capital E
as if they were them selves the levers.
There goes the proletariat we march , head down enslaved , for ever on ward now.
A gas station with an army not to be engaged
, as the paper tiger ?
A thing that hardens to Egypt pre-6?-mm 1967? 64?- I'll have to look it up?
Rolling tanks, Migs A Flying Real or imagined dog fights
and Saabs from France
Navy deployment Naval operations
Can't loose it if I hit the biggest clickable window-?
They call the clickable bits Windows dear , may I pour you some tea? No lumps for you
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jay L
"What did Pithapothacus want?"
"Was he a large man?"
"A Greek man?"
"From Greek mythology perhaps?"
"Does he still raise birds?"
These were the questions he asked.
With his shining weathered face.
Fields of grass waving in the the sun.
As dreams go it was a doozy.
With his wife Pat.
Or was it Patricia?
And what of their wooden structures?
Built on land so coveted by the wealthy
that they offered me free breakfast.
"I've been sober for twenty eight years,"
I said as I rifled through their folder of checks and cash...
The notes of what bills were due and when.
I mixed it all up and handed it back to them.
"Sorry!" I said.
"And what of Chris?" I asked.
The dream went on nonsensically.
The sound of birds and a river flowing.
It has me at an advantage.
I am man in all of natures surroundings.
Cast adrift within the world.
A work of Picasso-an art in the abstract.
Never was air so good to breathe.
Or sound so crisp and clear,
Or so musical to my ears as is this morning song.
Soon will come the sound of bubbling morning coffee...
The slamming of doors, rap music, and tires on gravel.
But not for now in this reverie...
Who was Pithapothacus?
-bushman
I forgot what day it is.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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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 - Jul 8, 2017 - 10:44am PT
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Financial Pickle
Thought I'd go up and see Ray,
But there was only one thing Ray could say.
"Let me give you my reassurance
That I'm just a product of light transference.
And I don't wanna die,
I just gotta buy motorcycle insurance."
--MFM
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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 - Jul 8, 2017 - 02:28pm PT
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It is now up to 103°.
"It was so hot the other day, I saw a pack of Chihuahuas chasing a fire hydrant."
Actually, there were seven of them in the pack I saw on Wednesday morning
as I waited for a ride to Fresno, and they all stopped to lick a puddle
in the gutter caused by faulty plumbing in a sidewalk planter.
None had collars.
It was funny to watch them all trotting along on short legs in a conga line.
And I saw good old Dan the Liar on the street this morning, too.
He had found shoes in an alley and they were size fifteens.
He had modified them to fit his size nine feet.
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