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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 06:32am PT
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Lilabiene, a short thank you is in orderby Tolkienn of my appreciaion.
Well, it's not so short, it's a Grade III!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 19, 2013 - 10:31am PT
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IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Curious phrase, should there be cause for alarm if:
IT IS WHAT IT ISN'T.
It's like that naggin philosophical question, what does * 5 A C have to do with safety goggles?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 01:54pm PT
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Oooh, good stuff! It needs some framing--minimalistic all-thread bars for the frame might be just the touch.
Good late morning and to be brutally honest, Bro, I don't quite get it and I've stared at it long enough that it made me do something naughty, to my embarassment. I am feeling brutally honest late this morning.
Trix are for rabbits, not for kids.
Try this at home and see if you are gonna die!
I can't guarantee you will.
"I did, though."--Weej
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 01:59pm PT
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I kinda like this other one one better.The center of Merced, Main and M St., the center of the art universe in the central valley THIS SATURDAY.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 19, 2013 - 02:01pm PT
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Are fasteners as important to the development of Western Civilization as the pen? The sword?
Did they play a role in the evolution of rock climbing? Rock 'n' Roll? (I think I busted a button on my trousers. You wouldn't want my trousers to fall down now would ya?).
How did you keep your tent closed, provided you were lucky enought to have one?
Talk about hair of the dog - another interesting phrase.
The creation of Velcro was actually inspired by burrs when Swiss engineer, George de Mestral, found them on his dog’s fur. When he put it under a microscope, he noticed these hooks that could easily become attached to almost anything, including clothing, hair and even other burrs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 02:24pm PT
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Eight Miles High, the eclectic one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt1LYCHicLo
The lovely blaze.
It's eight miles away from the original. But the sun's shining.--Keith Scott
Is the Bush family going to celebrate 4-20 tomorrow?
The Nixons never did, but Nils knew.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I ain't no rock 'n roll crook: I am the greatest!--Muhammed Nixon Clay
Eve Arden!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 20, 2013 - 09:52pm PT
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This here is johnnyElephant. He was not created using the normal elephant method. I've heard he was chipped off the old block. Wood species? Unknown.
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Gene
climber
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Apr 22, 2013 - 10:50am PT
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Nice reflection of the DA's Palace in that Art Hop photo, Mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 22, 2013 - 06:37pm PT
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Oh, so sublte, eh? mfm
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 06:16pm PT
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http://www.sdstate.edu/news/event-detail.cfm?customel_datapageid_3207=1470918
The link came up when I was looking to see whether Layton Kor and Warren Harding ever got to tie in with one another, as I think they could have thus defined "unstoppable" for all time.
Fletcher
Kaleidoscope: definition, elucidation, please, if time permits, Mighty Greekophile.
At any rate, the beatles, the bosuns, and the bowling bones be beatin' de bongos over at Art Hop last Saturday night. Ben's Gallery with no name yet was hoppenin'.
That morning I made it to the Farmers' Market in time to buy some dried fruit for day trips to the Park.
And then on Monday (last night) I did some bar-hoppin' with Vern and Dawn from Middle Earth. We logged one bar, across the street from the Cinema Cafe and we were treated to big re-opening plans for Reinero's Italian Restaurant and the Trophy Room Bar, owned by Phil Reinero.
And the Sunday in between I wandered by the old site of City Hall, which has been converted into a microbrewery and restaurant featuring BBQ, which now caters to large groups. This is the third eatery to enter the building since renovation & the construction of the brewing rooms. The operators have planted some beautiful rose bushes for this go-round.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 07:28pm PT
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In the window of the Antiques Mall.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 07:35pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 07:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 02:32am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Barbara (Monique Serf, 1930-1997)
Il pleut sur Nantes
Donne-moi la main
Le ciel de Nantes
Rend mon cœur chagrin
Un matin comme celui-là
Il y a juste un an déjà
La ville avait ce teint blafard
Lorsque je sortis de la gare
Nantes m'était encore inconnue
Je n'y étais jamais venue
Il avait fallu ce message
Pour que je fasse le voyage:
"Madame soyez au rendez-vous
Vingt-cinq rue de la Grange-au-Loup
Faites vite, il y a peu d'espoir
Il a demandé à vous voir."
A l'heure de sa dernière heure
Après bien des années d'errance
Il me revenait en plein cœur
Son cri déchirait le silence
Depuis qu'il s'en était allé
Longtemps je l'avais espéré
Ce vagabond, ce disparu
Voilà qu'il m'était revenu
Vingt-cinq rue de la Grange-au-Loup
Je m'en souviens du rendez-vous
Et j'ai gravé dans ma mémoire
Cette chambre au fond d'un couloir
Assis près d'une cheminée
J'ai vu quatre hommes se lever
La lumière était froide et blanche
Ils portaient l'habit du dimanche
Je n'ai pas posé de questions
A ces étranges compagnons
J'ai rien dit, mais à leurs regards
J'ai compris qu'il était trop tard
Pourtant j'étais au rendez-vous
Vingt-cinq rue de la Grange-au-Loup
Mais il ne m'a jamais revue
Il avait déjà disparu
Voilà, tu la connais l'histoire
Il était revenu un soir
Et ce fut son dernier voyage
Et ce fut son dernier rivage
Il voulait avant de mourir
Se réchauffer à mon sourire
Mais il mourut à la nuit même
Sans un adieu, sans un "je t'aime"
//That is, you know the story
He returned one evening
And it was his last trip
And it was his last shore
He wanted to die before
To warm to my smile
But he died in the same night
Without a goodbye, without a "I love you"//
Au chemin qui longe la mer
Couché dans le jardin des pierres
Je veux que tranquille il repose
Je l'ai couché dessous les roses
Mon père, mon père
Il pleut sur Nantes
Et je me souviens
Le ciel de Nantes
Rend mon cœur chagrin
Apple, luv?
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