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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In Praise of Folly, by golly.Dementians United, the Way of the Mind are Just Too Weird, they being a two-fold path on the quilt of life. Think too much and the going gets harder and so don't think, just plan on becoming senile and it won't seem so bad, cuz you made it happen.
You won't have to worry about all that crap...who gets what...how much...will they just blow it? Same old folly that got us here in the first place. I'm talking fruit here, and the knowledge of tiny nubbins that maybe no one ever will stand on again, known only to God.
thank you Bird and merry braun for these ideas
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... happy good day... stopped by... after email...
ohmy yes! they are surely better, :)
mine as made in just about two nights, time was of the essence, :)
no fancy quilt stiches, :( and only fast hand sewing and my
WILD adventure, whewwwwwwwwwwww, with the ol' bobby-bob cat:
who would have done weller, to have 'bobbed' then to 'weave' ;)
in that ring of trouble, :O
say, and perhaps, too, hand wash? if it ever does need it?
it is not really strong, but very bright and happy and :))
:)
only once, have i ever made a real quilt, and even then, not the
tradition really good ones... always another meadow of fun stuff beckoned me to sew, paint, mend, or create, :)
note:
i enjoyed once again this yosemite history... say, who are the HAMM folks? just curious as my ex son in law/s ex-wife, was a 'hamm' and it comes from her dad's family name, but:
i think? he was adopted (he's in his 60's) and i do not know even, who the family (hamm) is, around here either, as they may have died-off? by now... i will ask him, sometime...
was interesting to see the name now...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I could be snide and say the Family of Bears Refreshing. But no. I have forsworn snidity and especially with my friends.
The Hamms are the parents of the grandkids of Noah, or they are the Randy and Gypsys, who are really the Randy Hamms and Gypsy, a hand-fasted pair of lovebirds.
Gypsy's likely still lurking, but quien sage? Not I? Nope, not even a Mouse was knowing. Haven't heard a word, but not to be discouraged.
She's still on the radio. Her story's here in the earlier thousand posts or so.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
For all of you, Gypster's New Year's Day show is pretty hot.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Scanner says 35 mm will go to 11 x 17 Doubt it; know for sure 8 X 10 would be max. Nice about machine did not compensate for correction as in " adjust photo for colour" I said leave alone, nice that for once you can control compared having the comp screw it up.
Did not have to use photo shop. That was a surprise,four slides less than 30 seconds. Fast not bad, I can live with that. Guy in town wanted $1.50 a slide and could not enlarge.
Now to make a large screen to lay down the photos so can pick out and use a Agfa loop.
So live, be happy and remember another time, same place. Shots were taken '74-'78.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jargon-Busters gonna come gitcha, Jay. That is fast, though.
And it looks like you are meticulous about cleaning the dust off.
Some of Jim Shirley's were hopeless. I'm lazy, but I tried, I did.
We need to talk. Can I invite you down to a day in Merced so we cant talk and play?
Email will have to do. Phone is cut off right now. My folly.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... was still wondering about the glass in the frame...
not really sure, but you might need to take the oil painting out of the glass... it is not really 'inner dry yet'... was barely finished in end-november... does the painting TOUCH? the glass... check and see...
:)
it was thin painted though, in layers... do some check ups and see what info you can find... :)
the paint may need to air, ? until it is fully dry, but i think?
that can take a year?
do your super-sleuth mouse stuff... and see, :)
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Merced sounds good but most likely the middle of the month.
I will bring down the scanner so you can play.
A few more: places to go, people to see maybe tomorrow
Ah! Victory but always is defeet or dehands
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Zounds!
Burncheff! McMeyers! F. Jehosaphat, my stars!
Babies into men into memory.
Life twists and turns like a dike.
And it revolves.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Musik for Big Ears and little tiny flakes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Has Mouse gone full screen, or is he just full of that which he gets?
He's always thought Mike's ears were big.
That Tim's were too tiny.
That his were just the right size.
But size isn't everything, and he soon learned to listen but couldn't really understand rock, not like norwegians, so he just started listening to John the Wild Turtle, aka Blind Joy Depth, and sometimes Satchmo.
Little pitcher has big gears, by Disraeli.[Click to View YouTube Video]For zBrown, Master of Gear Changes.
Did I need another muffler? None others did any good. Maybe this will quieten him. NOT!
Climb myself a mountain
Sail into the blue
Something something something
Forget the time of youth
Dance myself to nothing
Vanish from this place
Gonna turn myself to shadow
So I can see your nubbins,
Staring into space
(they are so tiny for a person your size)
Dance the Nyghte Away
Jig Waltz Galope
Mambo Foxtrot Mashed Potato
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Chris Falkenstein last photo.
Dale and the one in the mask above The Great Bardini. Well missed but never forgotten.
Ok that's it maybe tonight
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bless you, LostSleepInSolitary.
If that was at his wedding, I never saw the man happier.
All the days of my life I'll remember floating down a lazy Owens with the Rev in my boat, the Good Guide in his, savoring the mellow.
And then we partied with TM.
Guess what?
We laughted for the last time all together then and I'm glad of the brain cells that have lasted all this time, and for the slides.
Dole them out to us like you would Popsickles on a hot day.
I prefer strawberry, face climbing, and have you any Pratt Sticks, perchance, Ice Cream Vendor?
"It was a fit night out for mice. There was no snow in sight."--Book of the Dun Crow
Eleven Bruces sleeping, Brujo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A reasonable facsimile resemblance twenny years and beers and blues gone by.
But neither he nor I are still as spry
As we once were when fur did fly
And cats did cry
Bongs would fly
But they were just Raccoon Banditti
Lookin' for a city they could live in
Like me
Thinnkin' Jamestown
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Up, then right, then up, then right some more, up, left, keep going to a knob, got that, go up then left, Ok now what , s$it should have written it down.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shoulda written it down. Words etched in stone. Roper's Green was too expensive to take a leaf? You cheap dirtbag! I thought the same.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Don't call me Brown.
How do you cow?
The classic cow-jumping moon tonight.
Now, zBrown, an ice-climbing brujo like you, you've seen elephant dung if not THE elephant.
I liked the elephant, trunk 'n' the pink 'n' the brown heffalump. Was that oak, eh? Otay.Scorning the low-lifes and scarfing the High-Lifes in an attempt to attain beervana.
The Red Roadent, my friends. Long may it keep strawberries red, the Flames stoked, and keep on truckin'. But first, I'm gonna send you all a leetle song.
The Last Country Song
It's the last country song by the last country band
In the last honky-tonk in the world
It's the last country dance on the last hardwood floor
For the last country boy and girl
And there will be no more steel pedal to the metal
If the people don't know what they're worth
It's the last country ride beneath the last countryside
For the last country people in Middle Earth
It's the last country song on the last country jukebox
By the last country singer alive
It's the last country tear in the last cold beer
It's the last country song that survive
There will be no more mandolins and banjos
Them gas prices has tore us apart
It's the last country fill-up at the last country station
And just by doin' nothin' I'm holdin' you in my heart
Songwriters
Tom T Hall, & I think Way Mirror & Mo Bendy
[Click to View YouTube Video]Amigoo, I love the socks, they do not sock, the sockers rock, especially on their wooly bottoms.
The muffler's still on, too, neebee.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Tower of Doom, Batman![Click to View YouTube Video]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanaimo
Think of Jamestown, first city.
I'm a little freaked.
Find myself a city to live out.
People in El Paso have no idea where in the world we are.
Well, instrumental in finding cities to live in, I finally figured it in.
Lot of Ritz Ghosts in Bermingham
Ice factory cubed
It all works out or in
Janesville's good. Home of Tom's Thumb. It's only a crag. Got it.
Points north, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is the 150th Anniversary of the preservation of Yosemite. There is a sesquicentennial commemorative book due out on May 13.
Inspiring Generations: 150 Years, 150 Stories
by Anniversary Story Book Committee
Sort of explains itself well in the title.
Excerpted from "Persistence of Vision: A Tribute to My Friend, Ranger Dick Ewart" by Beth Pratt
Our fingers touch a carving left by sheepherders over a hundred years ago. We try to puzzle out the date but the bark has transformed the numbers into an unrecognizable shape, like a drop of water blotting out letters in ink. The tree has made hieroglyphs of another time.
Around us, he points out the configuration of downed trees and wonders aloud if it might be the remnants of a sheep pen. I follow his gesturing hand and the scene comes alive for me: the corralled sheep, the men by the fire, sipping whiskey, perhaps singing a ballad to stave off the lonely sound of the wind. Or carving a date in a tree, never imagining that one hundred years later a curious girl would stand trying to puzzle out the numbers.
We hike on, and I follow my guide, captivated by the sense of wonder he instills in me. I think myself lucky to have such a fine teacher. Further along he kneels and sifts soil in between his fingers. Ash from a volcano, the Mammoth eruption over seven hundred thousand years ago, he tells me. I bend down next to him and sift the soil as well, imagining the enormous volcanic cloud overhead and the chill wind that blew when the ash blotted out the sun.
This is what we see together while we hike. This is what he shows me.
This photo from a centennial commemorative book Yosemite: Saga of a Century, copyright Sierra Star Press, Oakhurst, 1964.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, lostinshanghai... oh my :O
hard to comprehend how you folks can DO that ice climbing, in such a way as in that photo, :O
scary stuff for us 'walk in the ol' meadow' folks, :)
and mouse, as to this:
It is the 150th Anniversary of the preservation of Yosemite. There is a sesquicentennial commemorative book due out on May 13e
and the writing and photo... very nice share, :)
happy good eve, to all... must attend to the ol' homefront and some chores... i been stalling all day, at the ol' paino...
:)
edit:
love the tracker/muffler shot, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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But not at all in every way
It's just fun to play
And we can cruise and ride as slow and low as we please
[Click to View YouTube Video]And stop and snap a few shots off in our own 'hood.
Keepin' it reel-to-reel.Oldest console model window in the area. It no longer works, though, it's painted shut. Pukey brown.
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