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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2013 - 07:52pm PT
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Speaking of water, fancy titty bars, and seeing that Tarbuster-mobile, I have got a mind to head to the 510 Bistro for the Craft Brew Night, featuring Tioga-Sequoia Brewing Co. from Fresno.
http://tiogasequoia.com/about-us/
A bientot, darlin'
I'll soon be in touch
So don't miss me, sweet baby
At least not too much
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2013 - 12:13am PT
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Their Half Dome specialty beer's quite delicious.
And five go down as easily as one.
Nuf of this.
Bed looks gud.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2013 - 03:16am PT
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Taken off the computer screen from a DVD of the Turlock Fair.
The bass player is a friend named Joel who has played with Tower of Power and sang at their local gigs like this. I thought I had a tape of him singing with Mr. Bumpus, but it's not here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2013 - 02:16pm PT
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What is a pronoun. Parsing is dangerous. Parse at your own risk.
What is trad? White Stetson.
What is hip? Black beret or white halibut.
What is dart? Heavy or light barreled?
What is art? Modern, postmodern, impressionist, post-impressionist?
What is that? That dang deal? Aw, gee, it's chuck's ding-a-ling.
Drat! No arms. No legs. No more sketchy stuff. 5.9, let's go to the bar.
Drat! No arms. No legs. No more alcohol.
Is this the Dark Side?
Like, is this Absolute?
Drat! Don't go there! No arms. No legs. No more vodka, what is this sh#t?
At least it'll be easy to roll over.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Got yer trad right the fug here, Roy.
Well, if you feelin' like it
Go get your partner, then jam and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
A trifle further and set some pro in it
and rock with it.
Fall, do over, and walk off.
Drat!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 11, 2013 - 04:16pm PT
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I WAS ASKED ONCE, have you seen Chuck Berry?
SO, why is he missing?
Then he turned up at The Roxy - great show. Even made Willie Shoemaker roll over. This is the right era, but I didn't see me around.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 11:04am PT
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Products that revolutionized the world. What does this have to do with birds, you ask? The Parrot Speed Fastener Company became Speed Products Co. Inc. and obtained the patent, then evolved to Swingline.
Swingline Speed Stapler 3
Patented 1937
Advertized from 1939 to 1955. Mine looks to be a 1939-er.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 11:18am PT
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You're right zBrown, it looks like a bird! Is is just another cheep piece of junk?
z's all, knows much
rice and beans and coffee = the three staples
oh, and gipsy music from Hungary and Brazil?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rt5otJR0I8
This is Shash Jihat, two persons playing for the Campfire with JOY!
Loved this!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 11:33am PT
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Show me your sawzall you say? How about a compound action pruner?
This revolutionized (you did day you want a revolution, right?) my thinking by allowing a tree limb to land on my head. Michele has suggested a helmet.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 12:36pm PT
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Which most closely resembles a pair of Devoe-nian fossils?
A. B.
C. You couldn't do better.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 12:42pm PT
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Reflecting on the day's news.
Re-read all about what others care about again and again.
Bird-shit is more interesting than what the Sun-Scum puts out anymore.
Fifty cents, better given to the poor or for a tip to the waitress.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 01:06pm PT
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The entire McClatchy publishing enterprise missed this important first day in the most famous battle ever fought in Yosemite Valley, next to the Stoneman Meadow riot.
Only known combat photO from Day One, showing Noah being used as Solid Boy's shield. No one knows who shot first at who. Typical.
Not one word in the Fresno Bee, the Sacto Bee, the Motown Bee, the Merced Sun-Hat, but it might have made the Valley Bomber (Castle AFB's publication), had they still been in circulation. This happened, of course, back in the last century.
We'll have to tell all about the heroics in that first day's action.
Oh boy!
Wes. Oh Joy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ooeMXnPuIg
Devoet yourselves to harmony YOU!
Peace me off, please. Make my day!
I feel lucky AND good.
Music soothes the savage beastie.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
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Why are both of these fellows smiling?
Could this have anything to do with it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 01:56pm PT
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You are thinking too depply, Kemo Wasabi.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 05:20pm PT
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Speaking of pairs and/or couples, this kinda says it all (or at least a good portion of it) when it comes to what's better, being a fisher or a fishee. A momento of the great housing crisis of the latter part of the 2000 decade and the raft of foreclosures and evictions associated therewith. Click to enlarge reveals this to be a Raider (painted out when I received it - why?), not Oakland, the colors aren't right.
An interesting fact that most people are not aware of is that the Kingfish and Andy were seldom photographed as a couple.
The triad being much the preferred pose.
However, the Kingfish and Lightning got on famously.
Sapphire on the other hand, stands (well sits) brightly on her own. Note her utilization of outmoded, outdated, and out-and-out piece of junk to communicate.
Even I could have told her that that helmet would not work in a crunch.
This one told me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 12:03am PT
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Da Brim doess not a halo make.
Miguel is not as hot and skinny-skinny as Michelle.
Big Mike del sur.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 07:39am PT
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OH MI IL
Dallas 'n such.
CA NV
Back East.
East infection?
My mama done tol' me...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
From Natchez to Mobile.
Sirenna and her frind-cat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 11:03am PT
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Excerpted from the book by Robert Gibbings, Lovely Is the Lee, 1945.
By early afternoon most of the business of the day was over....I sought quiet beyond the Claddagh pier. [Aye, it's Galway Bay.]
The tide was low and a dozen turnstones were busy on the shore. Here and there they ran, flicking aside the pebbles or the tufts of weed in search of unsuspectiong victims. Gulls were there too, hoping to pounce upon anything disclosed gy the smaller birds, but gulls are clumsy on their feet and they seldom succeeded in their piratical intentions.
Like the redshank and many of the other small waders the turnstone on the wing is surprisingly unlike itself when on land. Indeed, it is often hard to believe that these unobtrusive little potterers of the shore can be the same birds that swing and swerve in crescent fllight, their chevroned wings glinting like silver arrows.
Mergansers were there too. At one moment, in fast flight, they charged up the tide race, at the next, as urgently, they were dashing back to sea again. They formed into flocks, they separated into groups, they dived after fish, they flighted low over the water, they swung high over the docks.
In contrast to such hurry and bustle a red-throated diver swam sedately in the channel. Whereas the cormorant almost leaps out of the water before diving, and the merganser always seems in a hurry, the red-throated diver is essentially leisurely and dignified. When about to dive it merely puts its head below the surface and submerges. One is surprised to see that it has gone.
On some off-shore rocks a party of five oyster-catchers, with their black and white plumage fluffed out, stood like so many church dignitaries in their robes. Curlews were there, too, probing deep with their long curved bills. Gulls of varying maturity were there, the greater blackback in the full glory of its adult plumage, the lesser blackback in its third year, its beak still lacking the final gold and scarlet, the herring gull in its second year's livery of mottled brown.
Men were gathering periwinkles into buckets. Bodies of dead green crabs lay among the tide ripples. no more anxiety for them. Shells, too, of limpets, of whelks, of mussels, of sea snails, of cockles, all gaping, empty; countless millions of lives completed. As I retruned a great northern diver was swimming in the harbour, his mottled black and white throat shimmering in the evening light. He who was bred in Iceland or other far northern country must needs seek his ration in Galway Bay. From the garbage dump beside the pier decrepit humans were seeking the wherewithal of their existence.
Back at the hotel, the promised photos were waiting for me. There were several of trout being 'stripped' in the hatchery, which now releases many hundreds of trout fry into Lough Corrib each year. There were others of catches of fish; trout averaging five or six ponds each, taken from Lough Corrib. There was one of the only public statue in Galway, that of Padraig O'Conaire, the poet.
There was one of the Galway fishing fleet, headed by one of their own trawlers, with priests and acolytes on board, sailing down Galway Bay to hold their annual "Blessing of the Sea." There was one of Ballynahinch Castle, once the property of Richard Martin, M.P. 'Humanity Martin' they called him. He was the promoter, in 1822, of the first successful Bill for the protection of wild animals. He was also one of the founders of the R.S.P.C.A.
Most poignant, the clear-cut features of Patrick Pearse, with, on the back of the print, the lines he wrote on the eve of his execution, Easter 1916.
The Wayfarer
The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Or little rabbits in a field at evening,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown
And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;
Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way
Sorrowful.
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