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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 - Sep 10, 2015 - 05:19pm PT
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It's warmish out of doors. The air is heavy with HEAT. It is hard to breathe, too, you bet.
Still my bologna gently seeps. I've left it out in the sun and it is cooking itself out on the fire escape...no cooking indoors today!
The scrambled eggs will go in the pan next. I should cover it to keep off the flies. I've got tea brewing in a jar, too.
"I'm definitely chillin' from here on out," said the penguin to the joker. "But I thought this was a tux."
"No reason to get excited over that oooold stolen joke," said the joker to the thieving penguin.
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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 - Sep 11, 2015 - 08:50am PT
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THE PENGUIN AND THE TUXEDO JOKE
These two penguins are standing on an iceberg.
One penguin says to the other: You look like you're wearing a tuxedo.
The other penguin replies: Who says I'm not?
As I said, it's an old joke with lots of Minnesota farm soil attached.
Pinkish-gray is the color shade I'd use for the sky outdoors today.
There is a pall of smoke here, not just a layer.
You know how things get contrasted when there is an eclipse: the shadows of all objects become less defined and they lighten up a bit, too.
That is happening. It is just a little short of an apocalyptic mood, visually; yet it is more forceful than simple drama.
[How would Royal have written that comment?]
For those who like to breathe while they climb, the central valley foothills seem not to fit your needs. I'd be out doggin' some surf action if I was still dirt-baggin', man.
And if you're dirt-baggin', you're not reading this, likely. So go jump. :0)
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 11, 2015 - 08:59am PT
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One day a visitor from the city came to a small rural area to drive around the country roads, see how the farms looked, and perhaps to see how farmers earned their living. The city man saw a farmer in his yard, holding a pig up in his hands, and lifting it so that the pig could eat apples from an apple tree.
The city man said to the farmer, “I see that your pig likes apples, but isn’t that quite a waste of time?”
The farmer replied, “Time, what’s time to a pig?”
Almost like riding around in circles.
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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 - Sep 11, 2015 - 07:37pm PT
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Ice is a medium of transportation, looks like from here.
But how can that be compared to the mammoth hogs of the last glacial epoch? It is ludicrous to do so.
Or compare it to the majestic saber-toothed deer and squirrels, none of which survive today. The pig pales by comparison.
We have some rDog trophy items here, left-overs from a planned exhibit. He was planning on selling them, but we have not heard from him.
Thirty for both items. You pay shipping.
RMN had a run-in with a saber-toothed tiger on a secret trip to Bolivia in the seventies. He was made out to be some bad-ass James Bond type, but nothing about that story "really happened." There is this amazing photo that has come to light, however...
"Death of the Big."
Thank the Freedom of Info Act for that shot.
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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 - Sep 12, 2015 - 07:43am PT
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Daily Hash Tag
New warnings about an apocalypse...page three.Meanwhile, try to keep the lights down, just in case.
New word of the month for October rumored to be: "asphyxiation."
Political pundits assure us that part of the problem is seasonal, what with all the electioneering going on--everyone is calling everyone else Liar-Liar Pants On Fire.
Donald T. Rump has made it plain that whatever it is growing under that, um, "toupe" has been thinned and the fire danger is minimal, even with his tinder-dry scalp and a drought.
Liar-Liar Toupe On Fire!
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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 - Sep 12, 2015 - 04:38pm PT
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I feel like takin' a swing at someone most of the time. It's hell.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Feelin' morose, Mouse steps out for a beer.
I got a new cell phone today. I'm a prisoner of my own device. But it has a camera!
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 12, 2015 - 06:59pm PT
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Powerful set of images there mousie. Keep your devices charged up.
Very thoughtful of the company to do this. My only thought is it would have been much better without the logo right after the message.
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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 - Sep 12, 2015 - 07:13pm PT
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There are no clever comebacks.
(9-ll) = (-2).
(9/ll) = (.08181818181818181818182).
Only heartbreak, zBrown.
Speaking of which, where's the Gnome de Plum?
Will he catch up? I'm going slower this week.
It's "National Weak Sauce Week", designed to find out why it took so long to find the perp and kill thousands of innocent Iraquis and Afghanis to get our pound of flesh.
Next year will be stronger sauce and stronger yet until we finally come to this:
I can't blame hooblie for driving me crazy. But I can thank him for posting it! THANK YOU!!
That brewski sure hit the spot.
Montejo Clara. Desde 1900.
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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 - Sep 12, 2015 - 07:52pm PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Sep 12, 2015 - 07:58pm PT
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Migration
Mouse, your images reminded me of Dire Straits, and then the turkey reminded of the song about Pretty Boy Floyd in Oklahoma. Some of my people wandered through Oklahoma, from the eastern mountains on their way to the Black Hills and Cheyenne River. And I know of other families, Choctaw and Cherokee, who made it all the way to California. Migrations.
Yes, as zB said, powerful images. Powerful memories.
But wait! Smiles! :)
Today has been a delightful day of migrating warblers and other feathered friends. Lots of Yellow-Rumped Warblers (aka "butter butts") in the trees today. Red-wing and yellow-headed blackbirds gathering. And this year's fully fledged mountain bluebirds who grew up in a tree just beyond the medicine wheel are dancing with the bugs in the MW, and eating those bugs, too. Their neon-blue father is still wearing his courting plumage, although I think with two successful nests, the parents are about ready to head south. Lots of robins going through today. And a whole flock of red-winged cross-bills are flitting around the feeders.
So, for all we bird-brains, it has been a lovely day. :)
I am going to listen to "The Planets" tonight.
Have great dreams, everyone, every dream filled with laughter, joy and love.
ff
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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 - Sep 12, 2015 - 10:59pm PT
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Jon Anderson & Vangelis Papathanassiou - Horizon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkUMdrEGCfs
HORIZON
In amongst the rings of confusion
Silencing the thought powers one by one
It seems all so incredible
Our own ability to confuse - to sacrifice
To enlighten like a Shakespearian play
We foolish and happily hold on to sanity
While all around the pushing
And prodding of our feelings
The twisting and turning of our hearts
Displaying an almost indefinable strength
Of purpose - a reason a reason a reason
Where no reasons seems to exist
Yet, as in a vision, a voice transcending
All our imagination, jewel of life
Guiding light heralding a joyous new dawn
Clear and gifted time
Divine Nature - Super Nature
The supreme gift of knowledge and space
In this cacophony of life
Peace will Come
Will Come true Horizon
Come true Horizon
Reach for the starlight
Reach when it calls you
You, you are the reason
If you want
You are the answer in the end
La La La's...
Sweet music, and your secret heart
Both have the healing grace
Sweet music, and your secret heart
Both have the healing grace
So, again, a change, it comes
Our world desires a way
Touch a child, who's lost, afraid,
It lifts you to true emotion
True feelings, be the light
All that is good in this life
Is good, good is good
Oh everlasting dream, Oh future come alive
To witness comes that time
I just can't help but believe in life,
All in all I just can't help but believe there is a way
For us to give, A way for us to live
A way for us, A way for us
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 12, 2015 - 11:12pm PT
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hey there, say... ferallfae... wow, so happy for the bluebirds, to be strong, to fly off, and enrich our lives, by song!
yes, sad, and strong shares, here, which we DO need, FOR prayer reminders, and reminders to love while we can...
happy good eve, to all...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 13, 2015 - 01:52am PT
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I too am or have been sorta blue, as life has been handing out some strong lessons and not one a peach among them.
youth soccer politics I failed & it hurt the boy.he did not make the cut for his travel team after three years with the same boys. .he was on the team . I was supposed to make a phone call? I was supposed to get him back on the team. Or get used to make an example of ? What the ef oh I hate this stuff.
In the world of the women in my life I tell you it is all right there is no strife,
well I guess that's not true. . .
Seems that as young women go, the dad who shows he cares by walking to the school bus in the early morning light is not the cool thing, I think it is,
and I show up everyday with cool black
Dog too.
As for my attempts to cull out a climbing partner or two, it's been dismal.and I've gone out in the steam bath sufferfest.
I can and did suspend myself above the goings on to see how things look.
Ordinarily it is okay, I view the scene pragmatically.
I am used to being the oldest at the cliff, it has seemed to be that way now, for most of the last fifteen years.
This means I can see that I do not make for what looks like a strong fun climbing partner.
So much of how things look matter to climbers.
If I am honest it has been that way for a while,
the days of duct taped puffy down jackets is long gone.
It is 5 am and the PBS station is going to show the Nature episode "Wolverine: Chasing the Phantom.
He is a bit of a maniac; I told him, I said that he should stop training he was strong enough.
Did he listen? No he did not. After a vicious hang board set of campusing, where you pop
from a 'finger rail' a finger pad in width, to another finger rail an inch and a quarter, higher on a just past vertical board from wich you hang ~ No feet, you go five times scaling three feet. It is the brutal test to enter the 5.12 b /c grades.Tips work in te gym, it sure works for building strength if it doesn't ruin you.
When finished, he felt a tingle not a muscle burn. Then, when he woke up the next morning, his hand was frozen in a claw, and his ring finger seemed swollen to twice its' normal size.
So much for the natural
He had been one of two I was able to beat out of the mnt project - not a nibble from all this sh!t here! No Topians have checked in or showed any interest in the stone that I have shown .
and all the Fahey, Zimmerman and Prine that I have posted too!
Seems that today's belay technique; the modern climber means or wants rope aid, for the entire pitch.
Hands down, up rope, "should not move down an inch if I let go"
That's how it is from the top rope trained,
For me I do insist on a very tight rope to start and I council - let's call him C4 or more in line with his initials C IV, which shortens to Civ. . . .
dog.
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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 - Sep 13, 2015 - 06:52am PT
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Canines check out the crag.
Doggone good spot you found, Spot. We'll paws here and dig the scenery.
Yeah, the chuckleheads dangling from those leashes only have eyes for how they look. A few holes in the ground won't bother anyone but some ants.
Why are they shouting "Take"? Is that like "Sit" for humans?
I don't know, but if this is fun, it's not my idea of fun. They don't even want to get their hands dirty. They have white stuff covering them up. Weird.
Hey, I smell Bacon Bars!
Gnawchersayin'!
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 13, 2015 - 07:43am PT
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Not a good year for NBA alumni.
Moses Malone, NBA Hall of Famer, dead at 60
Probably not a good year for Ashley Madison users either, which by news accounts accounted for over 10% (32 million of 319 million)of U.S.
Insult to injury, Ashley did not use protection.
When it comes to protecting passwords, these two things should definitely be avoided.For instance, if one's password for Ashley Madison was "Password", it might have converted by the website into: "5f4dcc3b5aa765d61d8327deb882cf99". One may think that it is not easy to crack, but indeed it is.
Appropriately encrypted, "Password" would look very complex and basically is impossible to crack: "$2a$10$ci9jdQQRdTe4U2wIncJt9uRs.HKatci/30iJcXDzsfqtX4APwTaLS".
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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 - Sep 13, 2015 - 08:13am PT
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The smoke is still hangin' around from the fires in the Sierra Nevada, but it's not as awful as it was the last few days.
There are clouds, as of yesterday, so it's cooled off a bit, too.
In thinking this forest fire situation through, it seeeems to be a question of balance in nature, augmented (or mitigated or exacerbated, enhanced, aided, etc.) by our needs as humans.
Old school foresters chose to suppress wildfires ruthlessly (now that is hyperbole) in order "to save the forest."
This is not the policy any longer, at least in most wildlands, but it is the policy followed when buildings are threatened in most other places not considered truly "wild."
We have several decades of catching up to do, us and nature. We seem to be paying a price for our mis-guided old school fire control policies. We don't seem to feel it's our fault these fires are so huge and hard to control, not totally; but the tide has definitely been turning for some time, like the last twenty or thirty or more years, but forests grow slowly in the mountains.
That can be blamed on the perception that time moves more slowly in the mountains. It does not. It merely seems to do so because when we are there, the burthens of our lives become lighter, not so serious, and time means far less when we commune with nature.
But getting back to where I was, the forests abide. They only require a little help from their friendlies.
And time to readjust to where we went wrong decades ago. Not that anyone wants Smokey to stop reminding us that only WE can prevent forest fires...
Smokey Bear's story
http://www.foresthistory.org/ASPNET/Publications/first_century/sec5.htm
Let's watch it on CBS, otay?
Or go have a pleasant day at the crag.
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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 - Sep 13, 2015 - 08:44pm PT
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Feelin' a little dizzy here
Tryin' to make the difference clear
Do not spin or rotate
Revolve or mutilate
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"Bold As Love"
Anger, he smiles,
towering in shiny metallic purple armour
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground
Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on
But they're all bold as love, yeah, they're all bold as love
Yeah, they're all bold as love
Just ask the axis
My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war,
and ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
But, I'm eh , yeah, I'm bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl)
I'm bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah!
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