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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:22pm PT
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Neebee
You say: "merced mouse, that ol' mouse from merced, is really traveling and enjoying that skateboard"
Yes, and as long as he keeps skating with his camera, we can travel with him... ;o)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:54pm PT
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Let us not forget the Book of Love. I wonder who wrote it.
Karmen Sutures?
Assuredly not the Stereotones.
Was there a Chapter Five?
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Gratuitous shot of Orangeman on top Otay Mtn.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 08:54pm PT
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Don't use a skateboard for this tour!
A bit of a non sequitur, but this is what I do when I pull over to shoot.
In honor of Dr. Margaret, who hired my old friend Natalie when our B.Dalton Bookseller store closed, here's Dale and his weird buddy, along with an even more weird duck.
[Click to View YouTube Video]A pleasant valley Sunday here, but a bit too hot.
I'll be back after a shower and some much-needed rest and we'll look at some birds other than Donald.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 06:51am PT
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http://www.jfklibrary.org/JFK/JFK-in-History/Physical-Fitness.aspx?p=2
This dirt bank is where Mickey and I tried to learn rappelling on black and orange nylon line. The creek was like this, too. We got the rope burns on our shoulders, like you'd expect. We had a glove, but just the one, so it went on the brake hand. It was a left glove and we are both righties. We sucked at rappelling. Ths frogging is much better.
Like I said, this is not a tour for a skateboard. A bicyclist could do this easily since it's all level roads. And there are the swimming holes for the suicidal. Try that last irrigation ditch while I call the Fire/Rescue crew.
This tour took Three Hours. No Minnows were harmed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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If the boot fits, wear it, I guess.
At the campsite in Camp Fantastic Four, Strom Thunder lights his sister's cigaret from the other end of the picnic table.
She thanks him, the icky-puff dangling sexily from her lips, and surreptitiously sticks her cig-fingers into the cold coffee in her cup.
Across from her, rolling a number, Reed Powell comments, "You really need to quit that habit, man. Strom, you are the enabler of the group. You know that Flamous from Merced quit them coffin nails, right?"
"No, I didn't. He still burn the bush?"
"Yeah, but he's got more money now to buy it with, too."
NOT to be continued as I've never been a large fan of combustion in comics or newspapers or magazines...
and I can't point my tar-stained finger at anyone I know who still smokes the rollies.
It's a free country, just a repressed society.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Aug 12, 2013 - 01:22pm PT
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Loved the pics up thread just a bit. I always make up stories to go along with abandoned houses.
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 01:25pm PT
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There is no need to start another thread about languages around the world, jah?
But should I begin one, the Thread Title would be "All Finnished" or some such.
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Jaakenbloggon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 06:17pm PT
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Hi, what's goin' down?
Oletko Suomen vielä?
At the same time, pink is a neglected color lately, seems to me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 12, 2013 - 09:10pm PT
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Michele's Ladybug 1A class.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 10:41pm PT
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Mi
Ta
Kuu
Luu
Nope
Si
No
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Mi
Ta
Kuu
Luu
En
See
No
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Ver'
Nize
Ver'
Mize.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 13, 2013 - 10:24am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 13, 2013 - 11:35am PT
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I did not do that well in Ladybug 1A.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2013 - 12:14pm PT
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ABOUT ACCURATE RECALL
I remember flying from Dakar in the Senegal across the Sahara Desert through the Zagora Pass into Marrakech, Morocco. We were low on fuel. We landed at this dusty town, Timbuktu, mud huts, everyone speaking French. American Air force fuel depot. Thousands of barrels of fifty-gallon, one hundred octane aviation fuel. We had cold beers. Refueled, took off, flew through the Zagora Pass, through the Atlas Mountains and into Marrakech. I remember all this with pristine clarity.
I never happened. I checked my old navigator logs. We didn’t land to refuel. We flew right through the Zagora Pass. And we wouldn’t have refueled at Timbuktu anyway. Too far away from the course of our flight. So, where did that memory of that dusty French African town come from?
My memory, it’s accurate and false at the same time. It’s complex and simple. It changes constantly, often just to fit the circumstances. And yet, all this time I know I’m telling the truth because I’m relying on my memory.
I think one of the most generous things a person can do is share themselves wholeheartedly with another person. How do you do that? You take off your mask and the mask that’s under that mask. You reveal yourself. You reveal yourself in the stories you choose to tell. We become redundant. We tell the same story over and over again.
The memory of our memories; the story of our stories. Complex and simple. Sometimes interesting, sometimes boring, sometimes true, sometimes not true. Always revealing.
--Fred Rochlin, OLD MAN IN A BASEBALL CAP
this man knows nothing of masks. Obfuscation, sure, but not masks. He's our flawed hero now, shelved now, but our memories recall a different time.
Imagine a future with no human memory, all computerized, but the computers have a union now, and have scheduled breaks, which cannot be interrupted. They are cute when they're babies, sleeping and so adorable.
"Hal, yur cue, man. Man, wake the eff up! Jeez, man, we need you! Are these coordinates right?"
And he just walked along alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed."
--BD, BOFLAJP
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 13, 2013 - 12:48pm PT
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Trying to avoid recall as he speaks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 04:31am PT
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Sounds From the Next Stall.
Used to be a locksmith.
Used to be Roseanna...
Used to be a painter, colors all got washed out.
Used to be a window...
I won't regret memories on the floor.
I used to be a rainbow...
...I used to be a mountain till I blew my head off.
>yrics and hella good playing by T Hocking's little band of brothers and sister, Jane Jones.
A commander-in-chief who has no brain...no time left to wonder why...s sacrificial pawn in the idiot's game...
I wish we all could jam...a Together Jam.
Thank you, Tad. I have gottn more pleaure from your gang's CD than any classical music, ever, with the exception of Beethoven's Violin Concerto.
How's that, huh? Believable?
If they knew anything about you...
Tad's bass and banjo are much appreciated.
Especially down along Roguue Canyon walls, sunshine all about me.
I've always had Cool Friends, now I have two more: Mo and Tad, the Hockings of Redding, Shasta County.
Musicians, golfers, climbers...it's f*#kin' party time!
Raucous rock, indeed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 04:57am PT
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I lay awake at night...
Boy, I'm just thinkin' to myself...
Don't it hurt so bad...etc.
(Don't it, just!!!)
But the sun rises in the east, sets down in the west,
It's hard to tell...It's hard to tell...etc.
(Ain't it, just!!!)
Blues guitar...etc., when the sun goes down.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Gary Lynch, bass. He was recommended to me this evening...
[Click to View YouTube Video]The high-rent district at the base of El Cap.
See Barrie Realty for terms...
Lost Boys are never what they seem.
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