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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 01:56am PT
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This calls for a shot of Old Sonnet!
Maybe two.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Nah, this will do. They don't get better with age, they just continue to amaze.
Otay...make it two for the road...
Two, one, go...a Crown Royal this round, one moon shot, and two old crows.
Night night.
Don't let the hay hawks bite.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 13, 2013 - 04:42am PT
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hey there, say... wow, mouse... i hope they did not accidently tack
the note on the wrong MAIL boxes...
hope the box gets there and found... :(
you will see why it is kind of serious... :O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 10:02am PT
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Pretty funny monkey business right the heck here!
neebee get me running in circles, I can hear Cosmic's "little dog laugh" just off stage, and the movie is stowed away with the piano player somewhere.
Then neebee starts running after her own tail.
I tried last night, BEFORE the power went off after my last post, my new secret project. I haven't told anyone about it yet, because it's still a secret. I'm sure it's still a secret. They are all pushing daisies, I haven't spared one yet. I'm the wordless haiku man from North and South Tibet. they think haikui-ing's easy, just count the beats and then put words in the air don't write them with care in hopes that ST. neebee will thoon see bear.
I think I'm not channeling. I think I'm in the middle stages of dun dix-seize, the French malady that strikes one in eight-hundred six poets before the age of seventy and they only live an average age of 60, far below the norm for societe francais at large, but higher than you might expect for French men and women who pot the vin and po the em.
The poets die young from where I come. Wilma Elizabeth is one exception.
Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel (December 22, 1918 – April 13, 2007) was a long-time resident of California's Central Valley. Wilma was one of thousands who emigrated from Oklahoma to California during the Dust Bowl years of the mid-1930s.
McDaniel published more than sixteen [not seventeen] books of poetry and was the subject of a film documentary by Chris Simon, "Down an Old Road: The Poetic Life of Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel."
"Haikudn't believe it when I saw how easy them Japs have it with poems, like. Everybody poops, too, but that don't make 'em talented."--WE on the Japoetry movement(17] which sprouted in the fields of Livingston, Delhi, and Cressey/Ballico following the internments of the war. Her people were not part of that pogrom, she has always averred.--the Willipedium, the free online spiel
So I spent considerable time trying to unload a site to see if Money Business was available to view free and my geekness with the computer is thin. So thin it's transparent. I gave up trying to offload the dang set-ups, had a yen for a cookie, which did not magically appear, and went to bed. But before I did, I made some chicken salad. Or started to. I was cutting away on chicken legs whistling Sweet Adeline, when the power went down, about after midnight, but not yet two. Somewhere in there.
It got dark and quiet and the surges came and the surgers couldn't make the wave and so I dug out the headlame and finished the salad pitch, then bivvied. I woke up WAY before dawn, and the lights were on. I had had had a dream of weirdly out of proportion parts, stuck together. All the parts were geometrical.
money business
by peter-pall monbrian
woe is me
words but no pics
i thotoff chuck of straw
could not see to draw
lines
doodles
equations
blood
a quick-draw even
i got to the end of the paragraph
off topic i yelled
my hat is off to u too i yelled baked to myself
nobody heard us
or they might have misheard us
and thot were we climbers
or fools
but little they know
when your little big toe
starts to throb
it's a sign that u are both both fool and climber
when u rhymer climb
wilma soul every be sasstified, eLIZABETH?
i miss that
my inner seal pup laughs
but the liner leaves me in its wake
And then I woke up, dragged my hand across my head, and wishing I were dead, I wondered where all the light came from, but the power was restored to me so I sat down and wrote a fat letter.
What monkey business from yonder window brakes?
It falleth like the munge-pad with no word of warning.
But what DOES one yell when it's a hunk of munge and not a rock?
Just what is the etiquette, Alighty Hiker?
Drop some more stone tablets on us.
Tell us we shalt not.
I tell you we have and we're NOT sorry, just bluffing.
EDIT: This post originally appeared in ST forum topic "FIND and name this DANCE on your porch, reward is..." but was suffering from a French dix-seize so we moved it into the isolation ward, the Flames thread so there would be no danger to neebee and to mess with her head. MONKEY-STYLE. She hasn't a clue cuz she's probably sleeping, in dreams that my cookies soon will be here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 11:26am PT
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Out of the blue end of the spectrum, a small but mature Giant Chongo appears, radiantly glowing, two small stone tablets in hand.
"I'm looking for Rose Etta. I have words for her."
And he set the tablets down, one atop the other, stood up and twirled three times widdersnins. Then he leaped into the air, came down, turned back the way he had come, ran off, tripped on the tablets, picked himself up and said, looking over his shoulder, "I meant to do that. Do what you want with those ankle-breakers!"
Non-plussed, for this is purely normal behavior for Giant Chongos. You get used to it.
I took the tablets back to Middle Earth and they revealed a depth of understanding which was astonishing.
Here is what the tablets had chiseled into them in the hand of Mark Klemens, no less! I recognized the distinctive chiseler's style immediately. It's sparing in the extreme, but saves the chisel bit for use on the summits of climbs. He's no geek. I'm the geek.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8p8bSeHkbfs
Climbing contented, the monkey rested.
And dreamed of yellow roses.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 02:02pm PT
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That was a little too much to dream last night, so I saved it for this morning. Tasty.
And so, with climbing content squabbles out of the way and technical difficulties ironed out, his other selves took off surfing, but I went back to sleep--somebody had to stick around to watch and entertain the inner child, babysit, in other words--a silent night filled with nothing but the printed pages of the glossary.
They said the sets were epic sets.
So was my dream. I have to tell them about it first. It might have meant something, or maybe the Jungster can tell me.
My inner child had no name. I chose to call him Rubbish.
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/evil-deeds/200806/essential-secrets-psychotherapy-the-inner-child
Can you believe they named the Diamond on Long's for this creepy short...I mean...psychoticist? Or not. It matters not one jot.
"We ALL play with my inner chile, honey. He don't know WHO he daddy is. He's a little mother hissone self."--dotty Doty Dapridge, my inner baby-sitter, off on "walkaround" for who knows how long, who knows where
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 03:25pm PT
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copyright 2013, C. Tucker (C. Hongo); all rights reserved.
I paid him twenty bucks and gave him some tobacco.
I believe he wouldn't really care much that you get to see what he uses as his base language.
For the record, I want you all to know that I respect Chongo as much as anyone and love his word ethic. The work thing...whatever works, bud. I'm just trying to "Drum" some interest up in your finely-tuned product from the finely-tuned energy source within yer head. Maybe the saps, I Mean, the Taco will show some monetary recognition your way. Hope you have a merry christmas saga this year, Chuckster. And maybe you can buy some more rolling tobacco with the proceeds of this coming boom in sales.
Trying to spread the word, sow the seed, and someday someguy is gonna say,
"Say there, hay! Let's go play in the barn!"
chongonation.com Ask for Ben Davis's favorite book, Monkey In the Mirror. Episode One is twenty bucks and is entitled "Simple Courage." A worthy read and good beginning.
"A society is only free so far as its science is evolved."
acquired tradition: patterns of behavior shaped strictly by learning.
adversary: opponent; enemy.
adversarial: struggle of conflict [sic].
article: a single syllable word preceding a noun...the language of Baboon does not incorporate articles.
animate: moving, as living organisms move.
binary--: dual (involving two).
biological tradition: inborn patterns of behavior shaped strictly by evolution.
corollary: formalized correspondence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
design: form and function of a living organism: according to physical science, the innovation necessary for designing anything new is a consequence of the infinities existing in the quantum motion of energy and the randomness associated with these infinities (i.e. creative innovation [e.g. life] absolutely requires random input).
dextrous: nimble; deft.
discretion: caution; prudence.
No. Not going there.
disemboweled: entrails removed.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1988905&msg=1988905#msg1988905
fauna: animal life.
feigning: pretending.
....feline: ha!
flora: plant life.
foliage: leaves and branches.
hominid: a human animal.
homogeneous: uniform sameness (all Giant Chongos are not true giants).
immutable: absolutely unchangeable.
impeccable: lifeless living form.
inanimate: flawless; immaculate.
indifference: apathy, detachment, zoned, and tired of this.
Buy the dang book.
One last entry and I'm goin' to Reinero's for some old-fashioned "stimuli: detection of motion?"
WTF? Not what I expected. I wanted a Bud Light. I wonder if anyone's moving over at the bar? Maybe I'll just sit here and wait for that package from MI to me.
The word drivel does not exist in Chongo's vocabulary. Everything has its purpose, its reasons for being here. It may not agree with you, but try to suffer it through and offer it--that's how Donini swears he made it through gladiator school, though his biological tradition belies that.
Nawmean?: no definition given; or check the Deconstruction thread.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 13, 2013 - 06:57pm PT
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hey there say...
oh my...
how's that go again:
FLAMES of light, from heaven above...
by example of ye ol' said example:
be a light in the window, for my wandering box:
(photo had no name to give credit for)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 09:52pm PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 14, 2013 - 04:20pm PT
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hey there say, am babysitting...
had to check in, was worried about the box, :(
say--love the kipper barrels, though...
but box would be looking better, on your doorstep, :)
:)
well, will be back later...
looks like i flubbed-up the 'good cheer' surprise, oh myyyyyy...
but folks will understand, through-out flame'dom land...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 14, 2013 - 08:06pm PT
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This fellow was getting either:
a) Right with Jesus
or
b) Too much sun.
Be that as it may, that's a nice VW Minibus (or was it a Micro, will have to ask Arlo). Why it wasn't just a VW Bus is beyond me. Ours was named Rex, not Alice.
This is about 23 minutes, but how many times a decade do you listen to it? Arlo explains what it is about.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It all depends on how you look at it, I guess or
Notes from Underground (now available in PDF) (Pretty Damn Fine?)
"As I said before it's really groovy"
"Missed a verse, don't worry"
Jimi said that
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 14, 2013 - 08:43pm PT
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(photo had no name to give credit for)
light the way... :)
Credit: neebee
The credit is due to you, afterall it's the thought(s) that count - no?
Just rehearsin' around
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2013 - 10:27pm PT
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Babysitting, uh-huh.Still no package. CosmicCallled. He's in Calabashus.
Bashful, he is not.
Nice to hear from H, as well.
Merry Christmas, you guys!
The tykes, ya gotta love the tykes, eh, neebee?
And those Canadians. I'm sorry, but I love those northern stalwarts.
http://themetapicture.com/things-are-somehow-different-in-canada/
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 14, 2013 - 10:43pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown...
thanks, i needed that... i love that song...
well, you all, here's hoping...
:)
edit: couldn't get it to play...
but i know the song... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 14, 2013 - 11:53pm PT
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As the world turns, it turns out that basal cell carcinoma and squamous cell carcinoma are not the end of the line, even leaving aside melanoma.
There is also the potential of
Merkel Cell Carcinoma (MCC) is an uncommon undifferentiated neuroendocrine
tumor, arising in skin mainly on sun-exposed areas.
At this point, do you go with Wilburys "End of the LIne" or G. Harrsion's "Here Comes the Sun"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwqhdRs4jyA (auf English)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfMWJi4req4 (Subtitulada)
Is the ice slowly melting?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 15, 2013 - 12:05am PT
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hey there say, zbrown... are you okay?
email me, please...
but i have to get off line in 2 min...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 15, 2013 - 12:10am PT
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hey there say, mouse! wow, what a nice 'happening' of photos there...
very nice day! say, as always, i love those 'sun' for the day begun or day done, shots... :)
nice share!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 15, 2013 - 12:32am PT
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Like I said, DMT is cool and likewise tam bien so also must be his children.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 05:59am PT
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Around the back of ALICE's, after ya get there--which is hard to do cuz it's around the back, too, and that's confusing to ANY body--yer gonna see the Bitch and Moan-Go To the Bounce-House Shack that Alice installed when the peace talks were just beginning in Paris. She thought that they might do better in a smaller venue--with fewer distractions and a ot less stress, but she was naive and didn't KNOW that both sides wanted to drag it out, but that's ANOTHER STORY--and when they got upset then they could go out and bounce it all out.
The idea was rejected by both sides so when the war dragged to a close, she moved on out to SF and set up on Skyline Blvd. Melanie Melonsugar told me this, so there are of course, missing pieces to the story.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Are you OTAY, zBrown?
NO, it won't ruin Quizmas if it's bad sh#t.
As Dickens points out in the classic A Christmas CArol, and taking from that other classic, the Gallic Wars by jCsesar, and as JC Himself revealed, things come in threes, the important ones, anyway.
Past, present, future;
Belgae, Aquitani, and Gauls;
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit;
food, shelter, clothing;
NBC, ABC, CBS (when I was a boy);
football, basketball, baseball (if you are American);
me, you, them.
I guess a case could be made for vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.
The one thing we as a country need to fear, though, is the beard! Beginning with the Duck Commandos, ZZ Top, and Braun Freres, and being here now with Baba Ram Das, Father Time, and Mr. Natural, it's all about the beard 'round Christmas.
God himself has one, when He so ordains.
Meantime, the Santa imitators are more numerous than Elvis imitators because Elvis looked terrible in a beard. He settled for sideburns.
Merry Chistmas, Tacoids!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 10:42am PT
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See? He's a boy who "grew up" (HA! Mr. Urbanity Jones hisself) tinkerin' so he turned out like he did, a climbing junkie stuck in overdrive, even after all these years.
He follows roads we'll never see at any time of day, on the ground, in the air, Dingus turns up everywhere.
Conyardo grew up tinkering and I presume John Salathe had a bent for steel, as well.
And that Wilson, crazy kid, who drove like the bat out of hell.
And Dolt, and Rhorer, and countless more,
The Lowes? And Frost? Locker!!!!!!!!!!? Bill Forrest?
Good company, Tennessee.
And the more I see of thee, the more my posts have more climbing content.
We can't have a content contest, though it has definite commercial potential. I'll just say your climbing is head and shoulders above my climbing. It doesn't mean squat, though.
It's not fun if I'm competing.
So, like Paul says in the Faux Good Epistles, "I will accessorize and you can call me Mal. Or Saul. Paul's good, of course. I like the nickname, Pratt, too. Doom is not in my glossary."
This, of course, was way later, after that fall off the boulder on the road to Damascus and became a saintly fou and a Jew for Christ.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 11:42am PT
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Eight shopping days till Christmas if you drop today and Sunday next.
Ten if you're a merchant.
Flame on, zaBrown, ya got matchless friends.
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