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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 - Aug 13, 2017 - 08:04am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Aug 13, 2017 - 08:22am PT
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Yeah, I was going over his Glenn Cambell's '60s stuff
WOW!? Dan Bracken!
SPEED, KILLZ, IS NOT MY PROBLEM
Horses & Race cars
from '68 on till the present day The Phillies' is where the crank is a bikers dream
Even Sonny made that scene.
I'm in the hart of race car ownerville, and a whole hamlet was struck from th map.
To allow an oligarchy to take over my most favorite climbing hill.
A stumble from the car now under surveillance (?) so I never go back.
This new owner of the hillside has built a 50k square foot barn
and I've got to think it houses, Mor'en horses.
20 million$ worth of cars is the rumor, but my invite to the soirée
Seems to be lost in the post.
I almost lost this post, maybe it was the universe trying to tell me som'thn?
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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 - Aug 13, 2017 - 08:26am PT
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Sun'll come up tomorrow, dude. Shake it off. I sent my own invite back unopened.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Aug 13, 2017 - 08:31am PT
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I am Listening up
I'm not sure if you have the goods but Dan Bracken sure does !
Thnx main, you take it slow in this heat and be well.
Oh hell
Luv' ya' McMahon
Marty Wells:
https://youtu.be/IkUBCNBcZAk
There's this Garcia band version of that song
you could post it
Can I?
"Everybody Needs Love"
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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 - Aug 13, 2017 - 09:53am PT
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Something Burroughed: "Artists to my mind are the real instruments of change..."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Aug 13, 2017 - 10:35am PT
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Not so stoic -this one has a ring of sentimentality
When in '79 I was playing at punk -ish ness a strange old guy kept offering to buy us, me, Ice cream,
Also, in the park, that park , he sold us the best weight we'd ever scene or seen ya got choose one
As the fall decent into December went
He had up to his flat
It was wall to wall books . . .
He gave me a 1st edition, printed upside down, purloined from the San Fransico library ,
( I forget what branch ? ) copy of Kerouac's ' On The Road,
A prized possession , he told us his name was Nichols Rapshenack
Who was I to disagree. . .
Allen ' Rapshenack' reads his whole HOWL
https://youtu.be/WkNp56UZax4
http://www.openculture.com/2013/06/hear_the_very_first_recording_of_allen_ginsberg_reading_his_epic_poem_howl_1956.html
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Aug 13, 2017 - 11:48am PT
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From My Periscope
Oddly I saw green algae
Growing from the railing
Of the observation deck
In orbit around earth sailing
On the International Space Station
No texts, twitter, or emailing
As I watch from my periscope
With simplicity availing
Way down here on earth
Under airliners contrail-ing
My tootsies remain sore from hiking
While society is failing
The books all sit unread
On shelves within the holds
Of the alt-right millennials
And discussions remain too bold
For the x-generation parents
We so often are told
As baby boomers feign disinterest
And conversations go cold
When greatest generation survivors
On both sides would be so bold
To say two words of criticism
To the progeny of their fold
Lacy angelica
And wild flowers of many hues
Lined the mountain path
As the chopper droned the blues
While I spied through my periscope
The disconcerting news
Of spot-fires on a ridge top
While mother nature paid her dues
Lightning strikes in many places
And people take their queues
From fringe elements among us
In every size of shoes
And there sits the fool on the hill
Besieged from every side
Who'd precipitate world war three
When there's nowhere left to hide
His frontmen and his handlers
Who've sold us out and lied
I see them through my periscope
The view from here is wide
With those big bands on the radio
When last all nations did collide
I wonder what my great uncle thought
At Normandy before he died
-bushman
08/13/2017
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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 - Aug 13, 2017 - 02:38pm PT
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Crenshaw.
Grown in sandy soil partly composed of Half Dome in Livingston, CA,
by my friend Dennis, who only asked four bucks for this behemoth.
Her name was McGill,
and she called herself Lil,
but everyone knew her as Nancy.
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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 - Aug 13, 2017 - 03:17pm PT
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Well, great lit'rature takes several drafts before it's good enough to become great. And this book by Bonnet is so great I'm reading it for the second time.
I think it's interesting that the main character of this novel, a seven year-old, is named Wheeler, like the protagonist of The Little Book by Selden Edwards, another two-time read for me.
Reading a great story again is like repeating a great climbing route in many ways. There's a beginning, a middle, and an end. There even may be a hero.
But one has a point, the other is useless. End of story.
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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 - Aug 13, 2017 - 07:11pm PT
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Wawona skies this evening.
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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 - Aug 14, 2017 - 05:36pm PT
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Shrooms over Wawona.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Aug 14, 2017 - 06:30pm PT
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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 - Aug 15, 2017 - 04:07am PT
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On the banks of the old Merced.
Liked your fractured rock, hooblie.
I heard from the Rev yesterday. He visited with Dennis Oakshotte at his newly-constructed house near Bishop and did a little sweeping with Dennis as they talked. This was just prior to the beginning of the Bardini Foundation celebration at Mill Creek. He never made it to the get-togehter.
He almost made it, though, and was disappointed to not be able to see his old pals. Well, to kill time he was gonna go see Jeff Stubbs -Stubbsy- at his local when a 30 year-old back injury gave him grief and nearly immobilized him as he was innocently walking the sidewalk.
He found Stubbsy, who's on a one-way trip to Dementialand, but has not quite left the building yet. (So sorry to hear, old man.) They went to his place and unloaded a couple of framed art pieces that have been stored for Stubbsy at Camp Runamucka, then Jeff decided he'd best get home.
He made it over the pass, nearly running off the road a few times due to the pain in his back. He spent a week nursing it and it's much better now.
And then his GF, Denny ran her car onto a curb, bent a rim, and the air bag deployed, leaving her looking as if she'd been severely beaten. He's been nursing her this last week.
All I can say is that sometimes yur house burns up and sometimes it burns down. the Rev's lucky to have a place at all after the fire.
God bless us all.
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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 - Aug 15, 2017 - 12:04pm PT
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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 - Aug 15, 2017 - 12:05pm PT
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