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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 - Nov 24, 2017 - 04:25pm PT
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Happy Black Friday! The Green Lid kind.
From the hard-working folks at Chilo's out on Hwy 28 to you, the best of holidays!
http://chiloschile.com/
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Nov 24, 2017 - 06:33pm PT
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That would be Audrey right there next to Hank. Standing by her man.
And some other guy
The killer and my 13 year old cousin, Myra Gale Brown
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Nov 24, 2017 - 06:43pm PT
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Jerry Lee was heard to say
"I bet you wouldn't do this to Jim Morrison and don't you step on those shoes, dude"
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Nov 24, 2017 - 06:55pm PT
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don't let these pitch balls slide by mouse ...
there's enough to stop your flip mid flop
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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 - Nov 24, 2017 - 10:29pm PT
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Schweddy Pitch Balls...mmmm.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Nov 24, 2017 - 11:07pm PT
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Each and every pitch cries out for a story
-A. Adams
OK try typing
Turn off
in the Google search window and see what it offers for the number one autofill choice
Well it's not constant, but I got
Turn off flashlight
Perhaps whatever had gone missing has gone found and it is no longer necessary to shine a light?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 25, 2017 - 01:10am PT
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The Wild Norwegian
A few years back in Idaho
as I walked along
the rocky scree
under cloudy skies on a mountain flank
I happened across a bighorn herd
moving swiftly down the landscape
or they happened on me
then I should say
Staring down at wildflowers
I looked up to see them trotting by
not more than twenty yards away
Effortlessly they moved on by
like gentle waves upon the sea
And someone followed at a distance
in the misted gray
A man in many layered coats
appeared afar
as the wind picked up
I raised my arm to greet him
But he disappeared
on the distant mountainside
Out west in the Sierras
on Shadow Lake at dawn
I pulled another golden trout
from below the frigid algae murk
And there across the way
another angler looked east on morning clouds
the golden light of sunrise
reflecting off his ruddy cheeks
He looked familiar
as I thought to speak
He turned and climbed the other bank
and as I looked again his way
only silence stared back at me
I haven’t fished there for awhile now
A cacophonous din wracked hard
on my headache
My eyes bloodshot as I stared
The nightclub rang with laughter
as a crumpled soul stood quietly
then began his act
This poet in leu of a comic
met taunting words
and angry scowls
Then the raucous tribe
met face to face with this man’s tale
as words flowed out his face
onto the crowd
Taken aback the customers fell silent
until
It dawned on them
how the poets words
described in crude detail
the empty cold half dead remains
of an alcoholic’s life
Though I’d heard his work someplace before
Some pissed off drunks in that crowd
stymied his rhythm
and he was out the door
I took my dogs
down to the beach one day
near Carmet north of Bodega way
Ate my baguette with some gouda
and salami in the sun as
the crisp wind blew my face
My male dog ran ahead
as a stranger knelt to greet him
The surf and ocean spray
hit my feet and wet my sneakers
And my dog charged back to me
The man was gone and to this day
I would swear I thought I’d seen him
somewhere else before
-bushman
11/25/2017
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 01:25am PT
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Woke Up To Take This Down
He hates to gamble
Hates to lose
And won’t take chances
With his climbing shoes
They could be these
Could be those
Gotta have room
For his big old toes
If they aren’t right
He won’t move
He’ll just sit there
Till he’s in the groove
He’s superstitious
That’s for sure
But his climbing style
Is clean and pure
When he’s on it
He’s the One
But when he’s not
It’s no darned fun
--Any Rand
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 01:30am PT
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Sign on the SAR's cabin door:
"Gone finding."
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 05:33am PT
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HEY, FLETCHER!
Saw yur post on another thread and wanted to say hello, Merry Christmas, and I still owe ya $40 and a headlamp, not necessarily in that order.
Contact # listed on OP, if ya wannna chitchat.
--Mouse
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 06:25am PT
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TIME magazine, it seems, is fixing to name the Great White Bother their MAN OF THE YEAR.
Fine. I never read TIME magazine.
He'll be in good company.
Adolf Hilter: 1938
Joseph Stalin: 1939, 1942
Nikita Khrushchev: 1957
Ayatullah Khomeini: 1979
And every president has been a shoe-in, so it means little.
Had TIME magazine been publishing back in the days of Colonial Spain, they may have put "Saint" Junipero Serra up for the distinction. (I hate to call it an honor.)
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 07:04am PT
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Well, looks like the elevator's not been fixed yet.
Or it was and I didn't know it and then it broke down again.
I don't care so much, really, as it's just something to bitch about.
But there are at least three wheelchair-bound tenants here who are being ill-served. There ought to be a compensation clause in their rental agreements, but then the landlord wouldn't do that in the first place. So when the dust settles and the elevator begins running again, there'll be no redress for these tenants or any of us.
There is likely nothing being done by the management to alleviate any problems they may have with their vertical mobility.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Nov 25, 2017 - 07:54am PT
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Pictures telling stories, you say?
Anybody know the behind the scenes here
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 08:39am PT
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"It seems as if we are above the Bear's Lair, Sproul Plaza" POV.
What's up goes down eventually--Jimi Takeover
"DMT must be in a helicopter" POV, meanwhile. He's several miles away from UCB campus, flying around Yerba Buena Island. Might be a rescue. Stay tuned.
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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 - Nov 25, 2017 - 11:14am PT
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I heard a Dirty Parrot riddle, Dwain.
What do you get when your parrot is lost in the UCB math dept?--SAR guys be quiet, please, if you've heard this.
A polygon.
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