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Jim Clipper
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Oct 27, 2018 - 09:03pm PT
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Swallows just getin by', in the bye and bye. Too busy building first born empires in the mud to know any different. This politics too will pass.
What are you Up to in your valley mouse? Mountain fall changes are ephemeral. Still,... they might smile sideways for a moment, if a photo caught them unawares.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 27, 2018 - 09:12pm PT
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Sorry Doger fans,
The greatest gift on the stormy wall in cold dark of some lost Colorado majestic mountain was senseless wit simple twist of words then the ability to recite, sigb-song every dead song & a thousand other things from places that spanned counter culture, climbing with Dan was fun.
=Hellen Alice Bocket=
In that stupid, simplicity, it still brings tears to my eyes.
neebee,
I am aware that for you it will read cold doom,
mixed light and a waste, a great waste, It Was.
There is no doubt that, that is one of the saddest stories of any of those; that are all sad stories.
Hell in a Bucket
Hartford Civic Center, 10/14/83
https://youtu.be/8JxDG_BUmnU
I must highlight that there will be
no ducks right now, but soon
or
later.
In honor of PUPO-SALLY{for Ron}
The shaggy dog Story as told by Todd Snider
part one
https://youtu.be/tp66G-RQDz0
end of the shaggy dog & the Jangels thing about the old dog, drinks & tips. The Bo gnows song, song-
[Click to View YouTube Video]
the more diversity the better - requests for better content,
from more
lukers break
welcome too,
to Jim Clipper your breath here is as much as you can take . ., .
here we see the way to say to any who stop to lurk
post an emoji, that'll work
hearsay being what it is you say we hear it's not like work
heresee works too,
post a pick or two
like taht, high on a climb,
just keep going up if you can
Add your own fresh piece as you bail,
we Like to build
off
that, nttatwwt
Do not do that what Locker do
That Hoodoo has it's place not here
But, by his 50+ he gnew
who gnew where it would get to ?
here ? there and everywhere!
So far flung
Lets all go thru to Madagascar
As much as a catalyst for adventures due to all the different people
who you would get to meet through his wild adventures, as he was a master
of those adventures.
9/2/80 ! ! !Oh man THIS Show !
Rochester Community War Memorial, Rochester NY
https://archive.org/details/gd80-09-02.aud.skankweed.26458.sbeok.shnf
9/10/80
Saenger Theatre (New Orleans)
https://youtu.be/xVuef0skd8o
On The Road Again
Jack A Roe
Dark Hollow
Rosalie McFall
Cassidy
Bird Song
Heaven Help The Fool
Ripple
Set 2
Jack Straw
They Love Each Other
Mama Tried
Mexicali Blues
Candyman
Passenger
Row Jimmy
Looks Like Rain
Tennessee Jed
Promised Land
Set 3
Scarlet Begonias
Fire On The Mountain
Samson & Delilah
Terrapin Station
Drums
Truckin'
Wharf Rat
Sugar Magnolia
Good Lovin
E: Brokedown Palace
TO MUCH OF EVERYTHING IS JUST ENOUGH.
https://archive.org/details/gd1980-10-19.beyer.stankiewicz.125632.flac2496
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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 28, 2018 - 05:45am PT
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Tad and Mo, really? Quitting the icky puffs for a vape?
A move in the direction you BOTH WANT TO GO (as you know) is one you'll likely make if you decide on a DATE ahead of time instead of just cold-turkeying.
A lifetime addiction comes to an end, like an unwanted step-child, but everyone lives happily for however long they have left...
and probably saving enough in the process to take a trip to Cancun-on-the-Moon (in another twenty years, is all),
a resort run by that charming couple (who used to live in Elk Grove) in the middle of the Copernicus glacier...er, crater.
I'm sayin' good luck and Christmas is a convenient date, right?
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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 28, 2018 - 06:00am PT
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Oh, and I'd love to mention that Jim Clipper decided he likes it here.
You are posting twisted stuff, man, and Elvis is welcome as Dylan, certainly. He's a never-ending gold mine of nuggets whose life touched all of us, much like Bob.
But nobody's forcing you, not at all. You are welcome to camp here anywhere you choose. And bring your friends. A guy with humor like you has gotta have several.
In short, the Flames' welcome mat is out and we are an equal opportunity clan, so keep posting.
It's best for the entire gene pool in Darwinian terms.
[Click to View YouTube Video]PTPP, here's your ticket to REAL LASTING FAME, dude!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 28, 2018 - 07:15am PT
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[that rock, the skull like one, was to much. That picture is more for Halloween]
Boston Garden,7/5/77
(akin to the Winter Lands not quite - 6/9/77)
https://archive.org/details/gd77-05-07.sbd.eaton.wizard.26085.sbeok.shnf
Twas Wrong, the way That all Went Down . . .(on the break between football & baseball. wildly mor'n i should, i'm sure to regrett )
So you say I m ight care
Ya notice much I star in my own movie ala Donald Trump voturdsBe that as it it may
U it ill not surprise to hear that a revolving reapeting theme in my life keeps repeating and I don't want it to Or That is the Whine , I whine
Why me Whyme o its no fair
I was there first, not following anyone My fire burm
and burn to the wall thru the vines of hundred year old poison ivy.
Hold on . . .
Then Theresa, can I call you Terry?, A couple cups at the same time
A number one, tortilla, no cheese no butter, over hard is fine.
all the things I should know but can not remember
Paint it black, receive, recover every day, every day recover a little more
drag
compare
-made mention of the silver backs that were in attendance -
On the Richard Harrison Thread, due to a recent post,
I saw the mention of some folks That Dan introduced me to.
" "Great to meet some of Richard’s climbing partners in Vegas,
such as Nick Nordblum, Sal Mamusia, Paul Van Betten,
and to hear stories from the Adventure Punk days in Vegas." "
Raydawg and I went toe for toe with Waiting for Godot.
BVB, ya gnow - THE American Legend, Bishes -
Dan slipping into Jaberwocky ? I'd no Idea
got any tape?(kidding) no dice but this is great
Hellin Abocket or some approximation of same...
Sal Mamusia !!
So I remembered Sal as being more W.Harding like,
not prone to reciting fire-sign, or any of the like.
or liking the trashed trip that led to any such a mindmelt'd state
If Dan was creating crazyness punniness, till you screamed - f o
? then - it would have been to try to cheer us up.
Things with him & his friends, us once or twice in the park had a way a way of climbing stoned before it was light often in the dark. if it were too
He would get impatient with that sort of partying.
when I was there at that time.
All business? no a non-stop ongoning self propelled circus,
but I don't think he would have known J.Joyce from Clean Dan.
Three stories of three trips to to boulder,
ruinously meld into a memory file marked;
"Yeah, Those Times",
I see them like that lost file
that is marked by a file with a zipper,
that wont open
#HATEWINDOWS, nttatwwt,[Click to View YouTube Video]
Don't hate much more or less than the circumstances call for.
Back then it was a great recovery, A redemption from. . .,
a cure for a broken hart,
more than a, - build it they will come-, sort of thing.
as it was there were as many reasons for every transplant from the east as there was transplants, each a unique story.
As much as Dan, the people he introduced me to
helped me get after it, taking me climbing to Clear Creek, ??"UNAREECH""?(unaweep)
& the Park, notch top? {nipple top?)
Le Petite,
Hallets skateboard to...
My going Who me? when he would hand off to thin a rack at Lumpy.
and throwing me into the mix on a trip to free a line on Mnt Alice.
I recall this period as a time when Dan, was working on a secret project ?! ..., I think it became "Road Warrior" ?
The "Feat" are worthy of a double dose
Down on The Farm (Again, as funky...)
10/2/10 Deaham Mass, tiny near-i'nough venue
Smokin' Hotz'
https://youtu.be/1yl_H3XLFq8
this now
is
where you all
can
scratch your heads & judge or diagnose
In all the good that is hard to see today , right NOW
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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 28, 2018 - 10:56am PT
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Trolltown, USA.
You've heard of Whoville from Seuss?
But for Trolltown there's just no excuse.
The folks here all hate you;
Not long ago they ate you.
They are nothing if not obtuse.
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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 28, 2018 - 11:54am PT
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When I was a smalll boy and we still lived in Springfield [MA]
my mother would disapprove of my behavior by saying it was as if I
lived on Columbus Avenue, which was, in those days, a Negro neighborhood.
I know that a white fighter named Billy Conn almost beat Joe Louis at
the Polo Grounds until he got careless in the thirteenth round.
All of us rooted along with the rest of America, or almost the rest,
that a white fighter would beat Louis (as long as it wasn't Schmeling).
Conn was the closest we got. Lou Nova failed, and Buddy Baer, and
Two Ton Tony Galento. I knew that there ws a race riot in Detroit
in 1943 and President Roosevelt had to send in army troops.
I was never clear how it worked in the war, but I was pretty sure
Negroes and whites didn't serve in the same units.
I knew that my father would give me a nickel, every Saturday, and I
would go up to Wolfe's drugstore on the corner of my street and buy
five licorice candies called nigger babies. I knew that the Brazil
nuts in the nut mix my mother put out at Christmas were called nigger
toes. I knew that there was a high lawn weed, which when it went to
seed was called a nigger head. If something was brightly shined my
mother would describe it as "shining like a nigger's heel." People
who spent money foolishly on ostentation were nigger rich.
In my childhood that was what I knew of black people. I had no
personal contact. There were none at school. Until we moved to
New Bedford, I don't think I ever met a black person. I don't recall
my father ever working with a black person. to my knowledge my mother
never knew one. Black racism was, thus, a kind of abstraction.
One knew it was coarse to call someone a nigger. Impolite. But one
didn't worry that they'd move into the neighborhood. It was
unthinkable. And no one, in my memory, ever thought about it.
The more immmediate threat was Jewish. They could often pass, if
one wasn't alert. In 1944 when my father was transferred to New
Bedford they sold their Springfield home to a gentile for $500 less
than they had been offered by a Jew. My father had no comment on
that. My mother explained that selling to a Jew would betray our
neighbors. On the other hand, our family doctor was my father's
friend Sam Feldman. I found this unsettling.
In fact, long before I should have, long before I had any information
to the contrary, I was suspicious of judgments based on race. I do
not know why this was. When we were just barely past pubescent my
friends and I, who had never had sex with anyone, and were years
away from doing so, would discuss very seriously whether one of us
would have sex with a good-looking Negress. Lena Horne was our
most frequent example. I always insisted I would. Some of that
insistence was merely an honest appraisal of my feverish hormonality.
But there was also a sense that to do otherwise, for racial reasons,
would be wrong. Embarrassingly that is, to my memory, my first public
position on racial equality. The question of whether Lena Horne would
have wanted sex with any of us was never considered.
Later I would read "Kingsblood Royal," and watch "Home of the Brave"
and find my suspicions about racial attitudes confirmed. But the
suspicions existed prior. Perhaps I simply exemplified a happy quirk
of nobility. It would be pretty to think so. On the other hand,
years past childhood, as an adult, in psychotherapy, I discovered that
I was able to keep my most aggressive impulses in check because I
identified with the object of my own aggression. I identified with
the victim. Maybe that had something to do with it, too.
--Robert B. Parker, "Double Play"
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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 - Oct 28, 2018 - 05:52pm 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 28, 2018 - 06:01pm 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 28, 2018 - 06:07pm 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 28, 2018 - 06:16pm 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 29, 2018 - 08:44am PT
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East of the Sierra n west of the Howling Buckaroo.
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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 29, 2018 - 10:09am PT
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Thanks, Smokey!
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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 29, 2018 - 12:06pm PT
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