Discussion Topic |
|
This thread has been locked |
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 02:59pm PT
|
And rather than put it in the "Great" Tree Thread, I felt like posting this here. Sent to us by the amiable amyjo.
Big of her, and thanks!
|
|
Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
|
|
|
Apr 27, 2015 - 04:06pm PT
|
[Click to View YouTube Video]
[]
wow thay is a beautiful video!
trash the french all you want but some of the best climbing has also come from the french.
but that may be the one vice and giving up some blood, talking. No, not selling yet although the kids have left the kiddie department and the mall is only a hop skip and a jump for a teenager!
When the boys come around I will be ready. The visiting Lad will find me sharpening tools, Ice axes, that will send out a shower of sparks as I say
"you have her home early ,young Man ,Before Curfew at 11;00 o'clock, early , you hear me or there will be hell to pay!
pity my wife and daughter they put up with me.
Although the dog chain and house are still an option,
that or a one way ticket to Yosemite.
There is a cold spot in hell that I occupy as my little girl comes of age.
the fact is or is that are well whatever, fact that as a dad I am well rounded and not in the least bit concerned with cool dad syndrome, her friends tell her that their parents think that my wife and I are not as old as the children said we are.
We look younger than we are, and the bus stop parents want to do pizza and beers.(the girls will celebrate the end of snow suits and car escorts at the early -too early bus stop where kids learn all manner of things beyond how to hang out on street corners.
I'm Stoked to watch some play-off hocky and slurp a beer in a room with men swilling beers,
the wife, I know, is dreading it. Women are so catty to one another when they could drop half the pretense and have a much better time.
The fun that these neighbor-hood women derive from others suffering is a wonder to witness, it is telling. A wise thing it is,
(school me later I like the riff)A wise thing it is, to stay far away from them.
They say to each other about us - "They never go to church, and you know, what ungodly things are they into? Prayer shrines on mountaintops? whats that all about?"
But then ,of course, no one asks so I can't attempt to explain, without sounding preachy or worse, fake. Yeah I'm a half non practicing buddhist, and half a heathen rock climber.
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 06:42pm PT
|
In the Book of Me, you are the driven one,
UnRivendellIke, you command the thanks
(Of little weegirlll and little big gnome)
--Driven them to not-schul,
Bogus busman,
Bad-ass blues man,
Lookin' in the rear-view
At the Catwomen jiven
He's no good
She's no good
They're no good--
While as a Flame you're makin' pranks
While the FireMan sleeps and Casey wanks
If Li'l Arnaud can do that legume noir so smoothishly
I wonder
How Arnaud LeGrand might fare on that same track with the same pro.
A very light person with a long reach vs. a very developed body with more mass might fare better.
Hans Florine was lean and mean
He couldn't climb much faster
Along comes Alex who's very keen
And is clearly Hans's master.
Spurn of the moment, sir.
The stream of consciousness
Strikes when you least expect.
Expectoration into the riverbed
Followed by a 100-year flood,
The second in a generation,
This would be a true muracle
A bona fide curacle for a State with Dry Skin
Like the Leper'n the Nazz
And that sort of jazz
Was cool and all right
But now we have a plight
A real down-to-scum in the water barrel plight
And we can only sit and watch and pray
That our neighbors aren't wasting any precious
Delicious when served cold
Aitch Too Oh.
You can have the lead back, Gnome.
I'm fashed...exhausting watching those two.
Great stuff, sir.
"Now, what's to eat, my son? My stomach squawks like the hawks. Do you have any more of that cashew butter?"--Old DodgeBall to Little BigBrain
While we're on the subject of water...
DAMSAM, I bought some Amsterdam tobacco blend today to try out and it's good as Norwegian, the blend, not the poet/tree man.
While we're on the subject of dams, there's a Chinese restaurant in Page, AZ, near the Glen Canyon DAMN Dam.
They can help you with TAKE-OUT, or as they Great Brits say, "TakeAway.{
STARLITE star bright I wish I may I wish I might have egg rolls, too.
http://www.yelp.com/biz/starlite-restaurant-page
Which is all you need, except for "the rib."
It's good to have your own lovin' "rib."
Nudge-nudge. Know whuddeye mean? Wink-wink. Kiss-kiss.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Words
I just can't understand the ways
Of all the men and their mistakes
You give them all your heart
And then they rip it all away
You told me how much you loved me
And how our love was meant to be
And I believed in you
I thought that you would set me free
(REFRAIN):
You should've just told me the truth
That I wasn't the girl for you
Still, I didn't have a clue
So my heart depended on you, whoa
(CHORUS):
Although I'll say I hate you now
Though I'll shout and curse you out
I'll always have love for you
Because I am a girl
Been told a man will leave you cold
Get sick of you and bored
I know that it's no lie
I gave my all, still I just cry
Never again will I be fooled
To give my all when nothing's true
I won't be played again
But I will fall in love again
(REFRAIN)
You should've just told me the truth
That I wasn't the girl for you
Still, I didn't have a clue
So my heart depended on you, whoa
(CHORUS)
Although I'll say I hate you now
Though I'll shout and curse you out
I'll always have love for you
Because I am a girl
I loved you so
Now you leave me in the cold
How could this be?
I thought that you Really Loved Me
Into the Night
I will pray that you're alright
You hurt me so
I just can't let you go
You took advantage of my willingness
To do anything for love
Now I'm the only one in pain
Will you please take it all away?
Never thought Born being A girl
I can love you and be burned
Now I will build a wall
To never get torn again
(CHORUS)
Although I'll say I hate you now
Though I'll shout and curse you out
I'll always have love for you
Because I am a girl
Well See You Soon...
|
|
Gary
Social climber
From A Buick 6
|
|
|
Apr 27, 2015 - 07:50pm PT
|
Lyell's a nice peak.
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 08:43pm PT
|
And he let me lead that one. Big of Big Jim.
It was not at all hard. The next bit was my choice, I felt. It went up a perfectly acceptable crack that was low enough angle and so amenable to hands and feet (perfecto) that you couldn't fall out.
I dare you to go and see if you can just fall out of that sky-high straight-as-an-arrow crack.
It leads to a walk over to the summit when it ends. I left Jim to coil the rope.
Jim is big into meteorology and quakes and orbits and leaves me WAY behind in those stratospheric realms.
Kuujjuarapik (Inuktitut: ᑰᔾᔪᐊᕌᐱᒃ small great river) is the southernmost northern village (Inuit community) at the mouth of the Great Whale River (French: Grande Rivière de la Baleine) on the coast of Hudson Bay in Nunavik, Quebec, Canada. About 800 people, mostly Cree, live in the adjacent village of Whapmagoostui.
The community is only accessible by air (Kuujjuarapik Airport) and, in late summer, by boat. The nearest Inuit village is Umiujaq, about 160 km north-northwest of Kuujjuarapik.
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 09:08pm PT
|
But not until we'd seen the elephant.
You saw the view to the north.
I didn't realize that I had all these shots from Jim. It's like a little jackpot for me!
And the stuff south of Rodgers will be Pk. 12,560, Electra (named for my bicycle?), Mt. Ansel Adams, Forester Peak and Long Mtn.
My beloved Clark Range is strung out SE of Clark: Gray, Red, Ottaway, Merced, Tri-pile Divide, etc.
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 09:14pm PT
|
Why, yes; it is, Gary. Thank you for the comment.
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 10:09pm PT
|
Rixon’s Pinnacle, Far West Face: In June, Dick McCracken and I discovered a new route to the top of Rixon’s Pinnacle. It lies to the left of the West Face so we named it the “Far West Face”.
This makes 5 routes leading to the summit of the 400-foot column.
The face contains fine and difficult free climbing and enjoyable direct aid, plus some interesting and unusual maneuvers.
We placed 29 pitons and one bolt, completing the climb in 5 hours.
The highlight was the last pitch, where the leader must make a vigorous pendulum, grab the edge of a very thin flake, climb to the top of the flake and then hand-traverse for 10 feet to step onto the summit.
NCCS/III-9-A2. Suggested bongware: 2-1½"; 1-2"; 1-2½"; 1-3"; and 1-3½".
Royal Robbins
AAJ: Volume 14, Issue 1, 1964. Page 176 - Climbs And Expeditions
NCCS--now that's an oldie!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Catch your dreams before they slip away.
Ain't life unkind?
Hello, Ruby Tuesday!
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2015 - 11:31pm PT
|
The Great Banana Hoax
by the Electric Prunes
The album Long Day's Flight (1989).
Leave me
I know you'll never leave me
I know because you please me
The way no one can do the things you put me through
Believe me.
Trust me
You know you've got to trust me
'cause if you don't, you'll bust me
To the shame of calling your name
That's how it must be.
I think of you, soft amber lights
The city's nights shining through my eyes
The colours change, they rearrange
To form a mask for your disguise
I despise all your lies
I despise all your lies.
Find me
Just look inside and find me
Don't try to hide or bind me
From the world that turns all around
Behind me.
We love to put you on.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
|
|
Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
|
|
|
Apr 28, 2015 - 02:33am PT
|
I had thought that someone might have posted this before now
< previous | next >
A.I. Kochegarov:
'The gnome of the diabase'
(Diabase is the type of rock through which the canal was cut)
From: Pravda, 5-8-1933
Summary of the text:
Kochegarov was the only free worker, a craftsman.
Day and night he worked on the lock, only showing up to bring reports on the work.
After that he immediately got back to work,
blowing up the rocks until the seas were joined.
Through his great dedication and care lock 11 was finished in time.
The 'Gnome of the Diabase' Kochegarov, received a medal.
More if a plan fails to congeal. . .?
|
|
zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
|
|
|
Apr 28, 2015 - 11:02am PT
|
well what to you want for breakfast, rubber biscuits?
|
|
zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
|
|
|
Apr 29, 2015 - 06:42am PT
|
As if there wasn't enough to be concerned about in the world already.
Apple Watch Is Not Compatible With Wrist Tattoos
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 29, 2015 - 09:42am PT
|
My clock says its 6:53...yours may be a little sloooooooow.
My trip to Fresno was not short and not sweet.
Visual proof that I am goin' bling in my GOOD EYE.
Oh, I forgot. "Goo-die, Walting Matilda," as the Ozzie say.
A tour of Highway 99, Highway 41, and Avenue 12.
Time for a pit stop. The Dog Pit, dear Purdecene.
I meme door pitonio.
I meme darn wall what he said.
I meme you can talk to meme.
Or Ruby the BIG DAWG of the South Bay bRujos.[Click to View YouTube Video]Those are actual dogs baconning on this viDAY-oh.
Open up yo I cuz yo apart from everyting 'n' every 1.
Let me see you smile like a little child.
Frank and I didn't know one another in high school as I attended the PUBLIC SCHOOL for only two years after doing the PAROCHIAL SCHOOL all my life. Everybody genuflect.
Then all together now, "Coo-cco-coo-choo. Chooga chooga."
Return trip on Hwy. 41 to Avenue Twelve and Madera, then back to NINETY-NINE.
I'm deep in de Nile, I think.
I found out from the Echo Cardigan that there is a hole in my mitral valve and it's flooding the place with leaking blood.
I am NOT going to have that hernia surgery until after open-heart surgery.
"I'm a bluebird, yeah, yeah, yeah."
I could be happy but I'm kind of down.
All I can think of to say is:
"BOWAKWA POUSSE POUSSE."[Click to View YouTube Video]
Gotta get me some turmeric. I have the reishi shrooms. I'll be otay with a little help from my friends.
I'm positive I have friends.
Tomorrow is another Scarlett Day.
Tomorrow used to be my neighbor.
She had two children by one man, four by another.
Together, they made a family and she named them
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thurdsey, Fry Baby, and Sather Day Day.
Sather Day went to Stanford, but they found he was crazy, like all white men.
He wasn't lazy. He took advice from everyone, liked baseball, climbing, and sex. But he kept on singing,
whenever he said anything.
"I'm a bluebird, pousse, pousse, Why did you grade me down on that paper, you silly old man."
He's gone. He was run over by the Budweiser truck. That is, he died an alcoholic.
"If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack."
--Shakespeare, Falstaffian advice from Henry V, pt. I.Or mayhap it is a Hammmmm's can. The beer refreshing. [cue the tom-toms]
Edit: You may notice that I had a "bad focus day" yesterday. You try to hold a long lens still in an older van on a major artery doing sixty-plus with terrible prescription glasses, Ansel!
|
|
mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
|
|
|
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 29, 2015 - 11:18am PT
|
A gen-you-wine motorcycle joke for zBrown.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Okay, here's the skinny on how Rixon's Pinnacle got its name.
[Excerpted from the obituary in the Sonoma Register.]
"Tom Rixon died peacefully at his home Monday, July 26, 2004. He was a resident of Healdsburg for 26 years. He was born December 9, 1919 in San Francisco, CA.
In his early 1920s he was an avid rock climber and biker and spent a lot of time in Yosemite National Park where he became a part-time ranger.
There is a pinnacle in the valley, Rixon's Pinnacle, named for him.
Tom is survived by his wife, Betty, who he met while she was also working in Yosemite..."
For Mr. I - 8 Plastic. Cheers!
|
|
throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
|
|
|
Apr 29, 2015 - 11:26am PT
|
Rixon's looks like a good place to experience rockfall up close...
Chowchilla! I married me a Chowchilla girl...she even worked at the Big Orange on 99!
|
|
throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
|
|
|
Apr 29, 2015 - 11:27am PT
|
“One day we were over al Phil [Lesh]’s house… He had a big dictionary. I opened it and there was ‘Grateful Dead’, those words juxtaposed. It was one of those moments, you know, like everything else went blank, diffuse, just sort of oozed away, and there was GRATEFUL DEAD in big, black letters edged all around in gold, man, blasting out at me, such a stunning combination. So I said, ‘How about Grateful Dead’? And that was it.” – Jerry Garcia
|
|
zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
|
|
|
Apr 29, 2015 - 11:47am PT
|
I don't want a woodshed, just wanna ride Marcel's moped
all of y’all
pupwood
heps him
the good guv
spooled the window down
looka here, looka here
about that time
have mercy
bit the cooter shell
parts strowed everywhere
They don't now, do they? uh uh
[Click to View YouTube Video]
This one's for all those beautiful women in Los Banos, Dos Palos, Mendota and especially Chowchilla and Chilla Vista. CALL me?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
|
|
|
SuperTopo on the Web
|
Let us know!