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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 10:13pm PT
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Totally with ya, Dingus. Yer a mad Dingo dog, but not very English, a pit bull and a terror mutt, to my mind. Your bark is worse than your write. I appreciate your candor, your joie de reverie here is cause to celebrate a new friend. Not sending a friend request, however. Just putting you on notice. We'll get together and down some beers, and that is something to look forward to, in my estimation. Maybe even get to share a rope, que no?
Were it possible, I'd send you the song which T Hocking and his band, Jane Jones, put on their CD (last cut, lasting impact), called "Cool Friends."
Gluck/Orfeo ed Euridice "Che Faro Senza Euridice" What Shall I Do Wthout Eurydice?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bUAM0ER-Dw
We all know the Red Roadent, aka Far niente.
Q: Whither wander with no love?
A: All four points of the compass, under and over the earth, into my mind and the minds of others: Bob Dylan, for starters.
http://flights.expedia.com/flights-from-hibbing-to-rio-de-janeiro-hib-to-gig/
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Leggs
Sport climber
Tucson, AZ
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Aug 22, 2013 - 10:56pm PT
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Leggs told me not to do it...
Refresh my memory, Mouse.
;)
Fantastic photos, by the way.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 02:36am PT
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Just a thought after coming home with this flyer from the drumming circle/collaborative art venue at Coffee Bandits.
If you take the fifties and tell me the history of R 'n' R spins around an axis of young black men striving to make their way in a world which had scorned them,
then please accept the hypothesis that virtually the same could be said of a generation of youthful non-heterosexuals or ambisexuials (Boy George, George Michael, and Ricky Martin come to mind first).
Then I got my ass kicked in Risk by Geo LaF and Tonya LaF. Pink was not the right color tonight. I left them engaged in a duel to the death.
This is a genuinely gifted individual, regardless of his S.O.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I wass expecting to get mooned there at the end.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 02:53am PT
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Were these not at the same intersection, It" would be confusing.
It's all happening at the zoo.
It's all right, Ma, I'm only Dylan.
It' not unusual to be loved by anyone.
It's a snap.
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Try to snap your fingers when you only got nine of them and the one's missing is the percussionist for the left hand.
#09, #09, #09
"Number 27, please. Now serving number 27."
Triple Snapper Roll we had at the Sushi Outlet with Gene.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEy2bLyLYaw
They call me the zBreeze.
"It" never ends.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 02:54am PT
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"This is it."
The milestone.
Thanks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 03:22am PT
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COKE SPOON MEDICATIONS
for Kelly Laakso, my partner on that one
Coke spoon in June, anyone?
Who is Trent Moon?
What or who was Pywiack?
When is the stagecoach due in?
Why did I leave my heart on the Left Side of the Hourglass instead of Long Ledge?
I’ll never get back to either, or will I?
Which is more potent, love or fear?
Which is more absolute, truth or darkness?
And the corollary, is it "Could It happen?"
For that matter, could I do it again, "falling in love?"
What happens after death supposedly stays in the afterlife, but does it?
I haven’t the Vegas idea of how to begin climbing that one, or do I?
I left my winnings in the Mustang Ranch, or was it in the Sidewinder?
Where is that gal of mine?
She O’Promised me, until death drew us apart, didn't she?
How much is that doggie in the window for this widow?
And where has all the money gone?
It’s gone into a hole in your daddy’s nose, or was it the Midnight Cowgirl instead of the Mustang or the Sidewinder, or was it his arm?
Hey say there, my darling, where have I been?
I hucked myself off the Big Sandy Ledges,
I drowned myself good in Pywiack’s dark waters,
I confronted the truth and found myself desperate,
I held up the nine o’clock stage from El Nido,
I ran up the Hourglass and came down After Seven,
I went to a gay bar because I was curious,
I slept in the arms of Pebbles Shining in the Waters,
I went cruising with Kesey--"We’ve come for your daughters;"
And after all that I find I’m not such a hard man,
No way,
After all.
Actually, I do climb best in the fall months.
September, the ninth month, is the finest weather possible in the Sierra Nevada.
Word.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 06:59am PT
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The Thursday evening drum circle got me all jacked up and I remembered zBrown has a very rhythmic bent. Drums mean noise. I worked in a plant making 55-gallon drums and even some for a Caribbean group who played steel.
I smoked Drum RYO cancer sticks for years.
And?
Well, I mean, like, uh, "What a noble function serves the conjunction!" Icht es nicht?
"STickin' together like amigos do.
You hit me, then I hit you.
We bleed so much it's much like glue,
Yours sticks to me, mine sticks to you."
--Blind "Lemonade" Lembertson
In keeping with the tradition of the International Rope, the little-known tradition of the International Long Woody Object is even more venerable, for obvious reasons. Sax.
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Largo? Anyone? Hit me with your brilliant schtick.
Thoughts? Observations? PERSONAL EXPERIENCES PREFERRED!
Lyrics to
HIT ME WITH YOUR RHYTHM STICK
In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
It's nice to be a lunatic
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Two fat persons, click, click, click
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, oww
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Songwriters
Chas Jankel;Ian Dury
"Beater" beaten to death.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 07:28am PT
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For all those firefighters going without their ration of grog, beer, wine, liquor and Bartles & Jaymes (Dos Okies): Hang in there!
For those fighting fire with alcohol, drink twice as much water and pee in your Indian pumps.
I, myself, prefer work boots.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 08:03am PT
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"And a miscreant musician shall guide them...and sheets of music serve them in the John."--Book of the Dun Crow
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 08:16am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]When I bought this in Berkeley on Telly, the liner notes are that for which I paid. The music was just a loss leader.
Be that as it MAY...
I still find it hard rising on mornings in that month.
But when I do, I like to look to the East.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 10:45am PT
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Aujourd'hui, il fait beau.
There is a fall chill in the air. It's not yet eight o'clock.
A biento, everybody.
Off to Eek the Elephant's pad.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 23, 2013 - 06:20pm PT
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If my memory serves, sometimes it feels like these wheels are in flames.
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Then again, they ain't goi' nowhere (unless the Eiger sanction is overcome)
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Remember, if you're out tonight, on your bike, stay dressed to the Ice Nines.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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I got them edited, just need to post them. I been out to the farmers' mkt. shopping for extra-big giant softball-sized tomatoes and some sweet peppers for food porn for breakfast.
Joe Bob says, "Check it out."
I been on the phone to the Rev.
Back to the reality of Spurt Opoe, however.
Say, there, zeeBs, are you channeling me or sumpin'? Cuz I was gonna post a version of Ring of Fire today, sould I find one...I liked the trumpets in the first, younger version.
"That ring burns like bad coke, man."--Eggs Ackley
Da Brim needs to get to the action and sell the thing to the fire guys. A souvenir, if nothing else, of Da Rim Fire.
Would you let a fire guy wearing Da Brim put your fire out? Gladly!
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