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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Jul 19, 2015 - 02:37am PT
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Wow that is not what I had in mind!
First and addressing you directly . . .zB have you been sniffing around my nite-stand, by Remote viewing or some other Magic technology of which the 'gubberment is not yet aware
(of)??
To wit ,this twit is obsessed with Alfred Loomis. . . .
That photo from the rad. Lab. . . .In 1939?
(if only - for a lot of folks it was dying time in Austria,)
Your source, I think is wrong, ...that picture is from March of 1940 .
My source is the book Tuxedo Park,by Jennet Conant*, a grand daughter of one of the other
Protagonists in the creation of the technological advancements, that helped to eventually win World War Two , , , , and all that came after.( a secretary of state ?- the author's relative)
Alfred Loomis? Who? You might ask( smart well read ya'all prolly know)
This is from page #106 :
By June of 1933, when Yale University conferred the honorary degree of master of science on its alumnus, Loomis was lauded as a man who defied traditional categories and whose experimental approach made him a bold example for the times. The citation listed his several
Identities- "Lawyer, Businessman, physicist,inventor, philanthropist " - and compared him to the prototypical American physicist : " in his varied interests, his powers of invention, and his services to his fellow-man, Mr Loomis is the twentieth century Benjamin Franklin."
"All his efforts made certain that while he had retired to Tuxedo Park, it would not be for long. "He was only forty-five years old, and his finest work was still ahead of him".
that the man, the enigma, the catalyst for radar and eventually the atomic age and the bomb,
that and the man who brought Rock Climbing to America!
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(Think of these and who were the very well heeled, think Rockefeller, Carnegie, the ultra high brow robber barons of the 1860s.)
Yes the heretic is me
It was not my friend and mentor, climbing padre( partner and milkshake sharer) Fritz Wiessner who first climbed the rocks of the NY highlands ( including the cliffs of the'Gunks)
( I used the finest point of valor or of Valoure! Here,)
(it was a cowardly act to leave out the word or its representative symbol)
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1st.....
The Loomis Family had Swiss tutors, and they took the children - of the clan of scientists who were working (pre-war) at the Loomis Home, the Original RAD LAB. . .rock climbing. . . .
This and that then those boys went to war and were already versed in ropes pitons and the European sport , so got picked to form the skeleton crew of what would become the Tenth Mountain division. . . .
Well good morning - sheesh, - what did I fall back into?
the world is not ready to give up on the myth
that Fritz saw the white cliffs, from Break neck ridge, after a particularly strong storm cleared his view - and so was the first to climb them.
He told me so! Over and over again,
Fritz saw all the cliffs and stayed at the Mohonk Mountain house,
The reason he went to climb Millbrook was it was unclimbed , that was his driving Austrian nature to climb a mountain first the first for sure , Fritz saw the ladder like climbing at the resort hotel and the list of European guests, and knew that lots of rock had been climbed.
Oh this is not going to go over well on this side of the climbing world . . .
But I was taken climbing as a child by Fritz and Hans, then Fritz would take us for ice cream, he and I shared a specially made milk shake( I would love to still be able to stomach,)
And he would regale us with tales of early tries at aid climbing - something he did but knew was not as hard and challenging as free climbing . Free climbing, which in his world meant climbing from natural stances to hanging anchors and then back to hands and feet . . . Only hands and feet,
, well. . .
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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 - Jul 19, 2015 - 02:49am PT
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The first part of neebee's first post on The Flames, Pt. I (which is what I'm calling the first 6,000+ posts in the abandoned thread).
hey there say, mousefrommerced and all you fun folks here...
thanks for all the share, a full variety here...
am enjoying seeing you all kind of
'playing tennis' here... :)
had not seen this yet--been a bit busy--so i just jump
on and off and hit only a few of the post...
happy i got to sit here a bit tonight...
So it goes...we are not only everything else we've been accused of being, we ARE a tennis match, and have been bouncing and shagging and slamming and lobbing them up and finessing one another all this time and all without a referee, umpire, or linesman.
Makes me tired thinking of all that exercise. Tennis involves at least as much running, if not more, than basketball.
zBrown has a remarkably deceptive first serve and you have to pay attention especially to the spin--you never know which direction the ball is going to spin and you can't pick up on it until you make contact.
A lot of his game is deep shots, base line, full of facts and charts, obviously designed to lull you into a rhythm he controls.
I don't play that game, homies. I'll drop-volley in a heartbeat.
But he's quick and has a long reach, often getting to shots way before I think he will. Sometimes I'm forced to play several music videos in a row to fend off his net play. Deft and sure-footed, he's very tough and quick.
I love to lob it just over his head and just out of his reach. He does a lot of back-pedaling and he seldom gets there in time to set up for a good shot.
We are used to each other's game, so it can be a long match, sometimes, neither gaining much too quickly, but just grinding it out.
Or so it feels, the older I get.
Average annual cost to compete in men's pro tennis is $143,000 as of 2014.
The median salary of the top 100 ranked men in 2013/2014 was $304,345.
The average NBA player makes $4,900,000 per season.
Maria Sharapova was the world's highest-paid female athlete for seven years straight, making about $25,000,000 avg. each year, including endorsements.
"You were looking good on the dribble drives, but you need to pass the ball off more, John. This isn't tennis."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 19, 2015 - 02:54am PT
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Okay every body get out of my head
Now
I do not care who's head and thoughts you go to but I need to have my thoughts be mine not filters thru the flames, mouse of Merced. . .indeed! He is a mind bending mind reader and no to tacky full neither,
Tennis anyone?
now is the summer of our disconnect,
no tent to fight the bugs at night ,
last night, the one before the humidity struck and stuck,
Was my first night out under the firmament, I'll take the stars,
Take stars and sit all night long alone,
a 'humming to those same self-edifying stars
that were a'blinking at me in my long past youth.
Origin of EDIFY
Middle English, from Anglo-French edifier, from Late Latin & Latin; Late Latin aedificare to instruct or improve spiritually, from Latin, to erect a house, from aedes temple, house; akin to Old English ād funeral pyre, Latin aestas summer
First Known Use: 14th century
Sitting in plain view of the Tee,on the twelfth, ,some aim for this rock when playing it safe, laying up,
now this is a wide sort of thing,
not near as committing as that wide stuff that makes Donnini huff, and jbro smile, but the worst inch and 3/4s over hanging slanting left to right, off handzz unless you have mutant fingers. . . and there are at least two more V?%s oh i like that as commentary, but I meant - V5 s. so if anyone feels that I only climb ugly far flung NJ choss
I present this as the breaching of the gaunlet, you will need very good - for the east - and above average, western crack skills and some grunt to pass the sit start, or not . . .
it packs a punch in its tiny 16 feet some one other than me needs to tape up (yeah it's aid) and send this so that it can have a grade in any scale it is the hard stuff and on the golf course.
In a few posts from now z will lapse into speaking Spanish,
now side by side is better if your goal is learning, to read and speak the language,
but if you only care of the history that that guy z (not x yz) shares - then read the version that appeals to your skill in the language arts so if it is english ... skip the first part and read the second part 1st.
FIRST PART:
Por pedido de Bob Dylan, investigamos la historia del otro Robert Zimmerman al que hace referencia en esta entrevista, el presidente de los Hell's Angels de San Bernardino, que, según el libro de Sonny Barger publicado en el año 2000, murió en un accidente con su moto en 1964.
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Martha dice que Robert tuvo una premonición poco antes del accidente fatal, que ocurrió en el Bass Lake Run, una tradición de los Angels. "Les dijo a los muchachos que, si salía a la ruta, no iba a volver", recuerda. "Pero le insistieron y al final salió." Zimmerman estaba tan preocupado que le dijo a su novia que fuera en un camión, en vez de en la moto con él. "Tuvo una visión de lo que iba a pasar", dice Martha.
Por Andy Green, con investigación adicional de Sacha Lecca
HERR GREEN ESTA UNA POCA PROLIJO
THE SECOND PART:
At the request of Bob Dylan, we researched the history of another Robert Zimmerman referenced in this interview, the president of the Hell's Angels of San Bernardino , which , according to the book of Sonny Barger published in 2000 , died in an accident his bike in 1964 .
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Martha says that Robert had a premonition just before the fatal accident, which occurred at Bass Lake Run , a tradition of the Angels . " He told the boys that if left to the path , not going back ," he recalls . " But they insisted and eventually came out . " Zimmerman was so worried that he told his girlfriend who was in a truck , instead of on the bike with him. " He had a vision of what was going to happen," says Martha .
Andy Green, with additional research by Sacha Lecca
GREEN IS A LITTLE HERR VERBOSE
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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 19, 2015 - 02:57am PT
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Lob
Blob
McQueen
yer shot in the first annual Flames Cross Country Open.
It beats heck out of watching golf from Great Britain...it's in Scotland this year at ST. Andy's, so my sister reminded me.
These shots are from yesterday eve, when I ran into Scott and the tribe downtown at the Art Hop.
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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 19, 2015 - 03:21am PT
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And speaking of glass...
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 19, 2015 - 07:08am PT
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"I believe the quoted caption always said March of 1940. We were so poor I had to share a motorcycle with that crazy Dylan fellow."
-Steve McQueen, California Boys Republic, Chino, California
"First he was born again as a Christian, then he was born again as me? Personally I don't get it. Now he's a Jew again."
-Bobby Zimmerman, Hells Angels, Riverside
Por pedido de Bob Dylan, investigamos la historia del otro Robert Zimmerman al que hace referencia en esta entrevista, el presidente de los Hell's Angels de San Bernardino, que, según el libro de Sonny Barger publicado en el año 2000, murió en un accidente con su moto en 1964.
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Martha dice que Robert tuvo una premonición poco antes del accidente fatal, que ocurrió en el Bass Lake Run, una tradición de los Angels. "Les dijo a los muchachos que, si salía a la ruta, no iba a volver", recuerda. "Pero le insistieron y al final salió." Zimmerman estaba tan preocupado que le dijo a su novia que fuera en un camión, en vez de en la moto con él. "Tuvo una visión de lo que iba a pasar", dice Martha.
Por Andy Green, con investigación adicional de Sacha Lecca
HERR GREEN ESTA UNA POCA PROLIJO
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 19, 2015 - 07:29am PT
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dead_icated to Duck Dunn, The Snake Prudhomme, & Mongoose McEwan
Duck & Neil start it off. Duck and Neil finish it off.
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The Blackboard Cafe used to be a country-western place before the riff-raff arrived. This is Bill Woods and His Orange Blossom Playboys on stage somewhere between March of 1940 and April 1, 1955. It was the epicenter of Bakersfield Country. Buck Owens, Merle Haggard, and Ferlin Husky are among the artists who played the venue.
Young/Old Merle Haggard. Time passes slowly up there in Bakersfield.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 19, 2015 - 08:01am PT
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There you go!
Thanx, zB that is the look I am always going for,
Not the poet, or the artist, a bit of the sleeze merchant
his writing style if you want to call
Bukauski(spelling?) a style...Bukowski..thnx mfm
DHo, wait . . . it is haggard Merrill?
Never mind. . . That is a country song,
, a road map of lost loves etched in lines on his face.
Damn that spin that mfm's was talking about I need to keep to doubles kno doubt.
Also that is a interesting but fitting mix The Duck, The Snake, The Mongoose, and the old dog Neil, all good and let loose.
By the by, you are of course right in thinking that when trying to scruff, trying hard not to drown, I learned to iuse my mouth,band breath and all, too and through my ears if need be.
Okay ok that above reads like I am on shrooms,and forgot that fact so gobbled down that last half tab of purple widow pane. Washed down with coffee too,
No I will just double down. . .
When learning how to SURF trying hard not to drown,I learned to close my mouth,
And breath through my Ears, if need be
Seeing the 400+ posts that the strange and in need of some thing I know not what, Suprema, her Van Living, thread . . . Oh shoot Rdog you delete on the insane nurses thread? Please say it is not so. She needs a dose of your taxidermist skills to stuff what she's got. .,.
Anyway the thing is I have a ton of Flames work to do , in the heat and humidity that is my condition, well I -
" I just looked in to see what condition my condition was in"
Back now to post in the past.
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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 19, 2015 - 09:57am PT
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There was also rumored to be another cat named Robert Z. "Little Z" Merman on that Bass Lake Run. He was mostly passed out drunk, according to Sor Says, the nun who wrote, "Demonique: The Angels I Knew."
This is either Little Z or it's Scott's dad, but the effect is of a wasted but happy biker, which, let's face it, is a pretty sad state compared to a wasted but happy climber. IMHO, but that's as it may be.
Now this smilin' couple are very hip, eloquent, and highly-connected in the world of song.
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My loving sister pointed out that Ed Cooper once wore "a business costume" as a stockbroker in NYC prior to taking up photography full-time.
He may have been employed by Haggard, Merrill, Finchpenner and Pierced, but I have no idea, really.
Good shot, Gnome! Love all.
He was in no way very happy until then.
He wanted the mountains full-time, not the canyons of Wall.
Ed is still kickin' and, one presumes, still loves what he does.
I've never had the opportunity to meet Ed, but would like to do so.
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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 19, 2015 - 10:46am PT
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Drop-shot.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I worked in steel drum manufacturing for ten years.
I always wondered how the chemical plant materials handlers handled the material with just a dolly.
THEY DON'T USE DOLLIES!
Now for some applied science with a huge flame producer.
[Click to View YouTube Video]That was eye-opening, at least to me.
The barrel plant here in Merced (Rheem Mfg., later NAMPAC) always had failed drums and imperfect barrel shells laying around as a shift ended. Some lucky guy (often myself) had to crush them for scrap before the new shift came on.
We used a vertically-oriented, barrel-shaped hydraulic barrel crusher. It took all of fifteen or so seconds to reduce a 55-gallon drum to a lozenge of steel weighing about thirty-forty pounds, depending on the gauge of steel used the barrel shell, the head, and the bottom.
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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 19, 2015 - 10:54am PT
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the Rev awaits.
We are gonna go low and slow to nowhere, doin' nothin'.
Later.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 19, 2015 - 11:55am PT
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What is your whole attitude towards life? The answer is blowing in the wind.
subtitulos en español gratuitement
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 19, 2015 - 01:13pm PT
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HERR BROWN ESTA UNA POCA PROLIJO!
just 'a-joshing really, but do you think that Bob ever climbed a rock on a rope, I think he did, and tried to ask some of the older gunkeeites, if they ever heard of such an event.
It was the Suhl -anator who might have known or a Larsen, but one of them was shot dead. If Fattradad2, is a luker here? it is a story that he could tell better...
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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 19, 2015 - 03:17pm PT
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Bob says it himself, that he's climbed mountains, or stumbled up them in the mist, at any rate. (See the first verse of Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall.}
But this hardly seems consonant with a roped climber whose balletic balance and consummate technique are envied by the slogger of peak and fell.
I'd be amazed if anyone came forth to verify your assertion, Senor Gnome.
Verbosity is in the ear of the be-hearer, I'm told.
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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 19, 2015 - 10:24pm PT
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You got a beef with that?
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