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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 06:21am PT
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I gotta say it was GREAT to see Ewa at Facelift. Remarkable peeps, these moose.
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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 06:43am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Or the "W" in ord, yu gno, yur right, nawgh dat yu thigg bowt it.
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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 08:50am PT
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The burn came into the Park and made it to the Cookie Cliff on the north side of the river.
Steve Millis - Baby's House
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDb7FIsNnso
"Stoopid Emoticons" vs. W-less WBrauns
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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 11:23am PT
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I'd rather be a mango doing the tango
Than a peach in Tennessee
I'd rather be a banana down in Savannah
Than hangin' from the tree
I'd rather be one who arranges
Them damn unrhymeable oranges
In some sweet harmony
--Jones
You scamp, you!
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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One thing for sure, it's gonna take me forever to compose a poem about oranges.
you don’t say...c’mon, Mouse!!
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Methinks like an Orange-a-tan
What with the ruin-age
of orange and its image
you’d think there was little
to salvage or scrimmage
But save for this fight
the orange and its right
to bounce back from peril
like Popeye on spinach
An orange need not worry
of a lack of appeal
with a taste so delicious
it’s been known to make squeal
the toddler or babe
or the thirstiest of knave
and when stirred in with vodka
there are some won’t behave
Worry not for orange
or the rarity of its rhyme
for the orange in a poem
need not rhyme all the time
With associations thus
an orange assets a plus
though some traipsed to Orange-ville
on a big orange bus
With a weakness for green
it’s a lean green machine
we forget red and yellow
or what lies between
For the orange will come back
with new rhymes in its sack
taking less work to rhyme it
than to use it with tact
For I pray for the purple
the black and the white
the bright light of sunshine
and the blackness of night
Never wishing to be blue
what else can I do
‘till orange becomes free
from the brown-nosing right
So I’ve said what I will
of the color and the fruit
when an orange becomes rotten
I will give it the boot
Though it lingers a bit
both the juice and the smell
we’re more like to forget it
than the orange buffoon from hell
And I’ve said what I can
so I’m off to Japan
where the cherry trees blossom
in the springtime so fine
The blood oranges are sweet
even tangy-er with lime
on a frosty cold winter
where the blood moon’s sublime
-bushman
10/05/2018
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zBrown
Ice climber
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The door hinge of perception
Is akin to the orange of reflection
So Carlos, "did you actually become a crow or just think you did?"
(Actual question from his oral exam)
It is rumored that he was going append to his "actual nagual crow", "but I wore a protective reflective vest", but he didn't
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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 05:00pm PT
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I have seen an orange crow
On the back of a purple cow
Don, you don't wanna know
The why or when or how
And then there's the orange chicken
From the New China Restaurant
They give you lots of soy sauce
Much more than you'd ever want
Hay Fritz there say boy...
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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 07:28pm 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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 07:36pm PT
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The Man From Down Under.
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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 - Oct 5, 2018 - 07:45pm PT
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dum de dum de dum de dum
eternal glory here I come
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Been all over this whole round world, but never found don Genario
I remember when Dylan showed up at that Nogales Bus Station, what a trip
Peggy-O, no La Catalina
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hadn't heard this before
The strain of two contradictory realities briefly put Castaneda in a mental hospital.
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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 - Oct 6, 2018 - 12:57am PT
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I've moved to an address only half a block from this small neighborhood in Merced.
https://www.mercedsunstar.com/living/liv-columns-blogs/sarah-lim-museum-notes/article3238449.html
When we rolled back from Facelift we approached my place by a new, different route. In doing so, we drove past a signpost at 26th and Second which had atop it a brown sign proclaiming the "Historic Ragsdale Neighborhood" or something similar...we just happened to glance up while passing by.
Then, day before yesterday, a longtime friend, Danny Baladad, came by...he's a hospital volunteer and saw my name on the rolls. He is also, like myself, a member of the Historical Society in this county and lives along Bear Creek around Fourth Avenue, a Ragsdale address.
So, he tells me, the sign was just recently affixed and there is a dedication ceremony to be held, I think today. Not a big deal missing the event and I'm sure old the old mule dealer won't mind my non-participation.
The brother of Danny Baladad purchased my family home on Olive some years ago, it burned two years ago partially, was rebuilt, and is now on the market, again. No idea of what's being asked, but I know the house appreciated tenfold in the forty years we Berminghams occupied the place.
The livery business was very, very good to James Ragsdale, one-time owner of the YOSEMITE STABLES, formerly known as Merced Livery Stables, and prior to that as the EL CAPITAN STABLES.
His livery stable-turned-garage, which followed the stables/livery business, was located a block away from the Yosemite Stables' site and across the street from my old residence of seventeen years, The Tioga building, now being renovated, as is the old site of the Yosemite Stables, The El Capitan Hotel.
There is quite a bit of duplication of Yosemite-original names here in my town. Schools named for Clark and Muir and the two hotels mentioned, and the stables, are some examples.
My older bro Mike and wife live on El Portal Drive and he attended (for one year only), the original El Capitan HS, later renamed Merced HS North Campus (yeah, it lost some desperately needed cachet as "North Campus"). The new iteration of El Cap HS is on G Street, nearly past the recently-expanded city limits.
I was given a pain pill for my aching back a bit ago. It seems to be taking effect, so I'm signing off.
It's been a good day, it stopped raining, and it appears I may return home tomorrow, my cardio-pulmonary system tuned up, and my body well-rested. I'm seriously thinking of joining the fitness center six blocks away so this kind of physical problem is less of a big deal. I've felt lots stronger, believe me, and I don't like being in such a state. Not at all.
Let me say to everyone who helped me out at Facelift when I became ill,
"THANK YOU BIG TIME!!!!!!"
Peaces from Meeces.
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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 - Oct 6, 2018 - 01:43am PT
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My man John Decker and I ran into one another in Half Dome Village one day last week. He was on his regular Friday visit to the Valley and I was heading for the showers.
We each rented digs at the Tioga/Middle Earth and hung out in the evenings, but we had a falling-out some time ago and had not spoken in the interval but one time, briefly.
It was a good time to break that wall down last Friday and we did so. I consider this one of the best things that happened to me during the week.
John's bike fitness is very high level for a 72 years-old gent. He gets the bike off the Merced YARTS bus, noonish, at Yosemite Lodge. He rides from the Lodge down to Pohono Bridge and then to Fern Spring, filling up the bottles he's brought along.
Next, he rides up the old moraine, a gut-buster, then goes to the meadow by the Chapel and sits for a spell getting high. When he's ready, he rides to Mirror Lake, stopping in HD Village for some ice cream (shop's closed now at this time of year).
At Mirror Lake he makes three loops from the trailhead to the turn-around and then rides to Yo Lodge and has a drink at the Mtn. Room bar, sitting there till it's time to take the YARTS bus home again. He's had to add some miles in Merced to this route, because we no longer live right next to the YARTS pick-up spot. He's added about a mile, mile and a half.
So much for my needing to crash. But I gotta try. Manana morning later today, sports.
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