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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 18, 2014 - 12:01am PT
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hey there say, ron.... wow, i know... mouse is confusing sometimes,
it must be 'cause we don't speak 'mouse'...
but--i do know that he is trying to write some things about
an important situation, from the past, of a friend/family member...
so that might be why we are confused??
but then:
i though it was me... i get confused easy, here, at times...
i think i NEED:
a--
program, ;)
EDIT:
thought, like any mouse-field, in the greatoutdoors, it is nice to explore and look around... things to learn, great historic stuff... cars that pass by... trees and trail, clouds, flowers, sunsets, nearby buildings...
music in the air...
lots of stuff from all kinds of 'animal, vegetable, and minerals, and squeaky mouse-lingo word tricks, add to the adventure...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2014 - 02:04am PT
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Eleven o'clock.
I'm in time for my farewell party, no pity, please. Right back, just puching the clock and two minutes late.
"At least I'm consistent, boss."
And stilll he'd write me up.
I'll be back in just a minute.
I have an hour.
I won't waste your time with drivel tonight.
Drivel is in the mind of the beholder.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2014 - 03:14am PT
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I intend to use what I have witnessed here and other places to secure me a small piece of that collective memory.
I've been described here on the ST as a sage, and I need to learn Athena's secrets.
I've been called saintly. I intend to follow the Good Book, starting with the Book of James, which is my actual given baptismal name. Name-calling is not controlling one's tongue. It makes me sad to see my friends trashed and gossiped about and that eventually stirs a tiger in my blood and I don't like the feline association.
Yes, I am speaking of the recent flap that drove Dwain out, first of all.
I'm also now very well-acquainted with rSin. We are confidants. I reached out, the ONLY one to my knowledge to have done so. It was a most pleasant surprise. Too late for the rest of you. He is unable to control his tongue. I empathized greatly and decided to "risk" getting acquainted with a mad man.
Chongo speaks for himself.
I really want to thank Throwpie, my sidekick from Chico and Merced and the Factory Outlet in Berkeley. He and I have spoken and interacted little in the last thirty-forty years. But we are still both originals from way down in the fog belt. John Muir came here from Wisconsin. Not that I'm John Muir, but some of that guy is in all of us. I want that kind of respect and it's too easy to find faux respect here for lame sh#t that I write, which any good editor might laugh at but still refuse. Muir had a very florid style, a man of his times. I am way to hip for some of you, it seems. I want to meet John in the middle and have a go at a rep like that.
Supertopo cred ain't beans in the REAL WORLD.
Sounds like a First World Problem? The 1-2-3 world ended the day the Cold War died, folks, so why don't you get hip and use really relevant terms. Try original. Go picaresque.
That's what's up and I'm turning out the light in the window. The Tioga, or Middle Earth, suits me fine, and it is being restored and made into the Tioga 2.0, making it a second class Apartment Hotel, but what's it to me? I live here, on the northern side of the building (the shady side) and my room is right of the shaft in the center of the picture. Yell up, sound carries really well out of that alley, and I'll open the window and shout back and come down and hug you like no tomorrow if you want to see me.
You can always email me in advance. I'm losing the telephone for the next few months by choice. It's a distraction.
3 minutes to midnight.
Drama queen.
Just simple gifts, kids.
We are all leaves in the wind and magic and grace are alive and around.--Thank you, Buffy.neebee is my best friend and I want you to know it. I don't have to be her best friend. We only just met, it seems. But things are going well now, better than before, and the future is looking so bright I might need that missing ball cap that says Big Pine and I might have to find those cheap sunglasses.
Finally, thank you all for the gift of friendship, shared wisdom, shared good times, and shared sorrow.
[Click to View YouTube Video]From my very favorite story ever.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 18, 2014 - 06:28am PT
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hey there say, mouse, are you okay? we are all your good friends, but you are getting really complex, at times...
hope your health is okay? i know you mentioned it here, a few times...
or are you just caught up in your writing??
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:06am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:17am PT
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Accessorize to traverse the perilous drivel mine field.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:52am PT
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You worry too much, you talka me to death, but you never seem to read enough between the lines, neebs.
to the norwegians and the lollie lady from skansas:
jeg skal gå på ski senere.
Chapter the First is now born and baptized.
I have progeny again, neebs, but other than that, I'm fine as frog hair and made it through my first day with no abuse of substance to report.
There is a new lady in my life.
Kitty.
I'm in heaven, and Gabe says "HI, GENE. STay clean, you horny bastion."
Shofar, my brethren, so good. As my man J.Steinbeck wrote,
"Once again the world was spinning in greased grooves."
Climbing metaphor: It's hard to let go sometimes, but let go you must.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:57pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
listen @ 9:15
If you need someone to talk to as the wretched garbage is exiting your system (tearing you apart on its way out, because you know it will), you call me. I don't care what time it is, you call me. The new moving in may feel like demons straight from Hell, but like everything else, its edges will soften with time...and you will be a free bird.
listen @ 9:15 again
You are loved, Mouse. Like it or lump it.
You should know that a couple of hours ago, I saw and read for the first time (as it arrived in the mail today), Bill's Death Certificate.
Reading between the lines leaves lots of room for interpretation...scaring the living sh*t out of the people who love you? I know you don't want to inflict that kind of pain. Because I know your heart.
Listen...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 19, 2014 - 12:12am PT
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hey there say, ... wow, three cheers to lilabiene, as the old westerns would say:
white hat hero, arrives on the scene, :)
ps:
dear dearest audry, oh my... very sad to hear the death certificate pain, but
VERY thankful that you have YET another piece of the beloved father...
hugs as this mixed emotion time...
i am cherishing things of my daddy's too, in other ways,
and a view new ones that arrive, as well...
happy merced to you mouse-- spring and freshness, are on the way, :)
just a few more months... mice do well in the new blossom season...
you can too!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 19, 2014 - 01:42am PT
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Well...not trying to read too deep into the Mouse....but, he always amazed me with his ability to just walk up to the edge and peer over, checking out 2,000 feet like it was 10. Me, I would be on all fours. Exposure was not an issue for him.
I'll give you a buzz next time i'm in the Ced.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2014 - 11:00am PT
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Not Ed Roth, he fe dead. A game of mouse and cat?
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Barbarian
climber
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Feb 19, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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ZBrown....thanks for making me think of my dear friend Ed. He would have loved that shot!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2014 - 10:29pm PT
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Barbarian:
I met Mr. Roth once at a car show in Balboa Park, San Diego. I managed to lose my weirdo shirt somehow through the years.
To be his friend, that's something else. I think he would have appreciated this thread. It is after all about carz. For those too young to remember.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 20, 2014 - 09:53am PT
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I know this thread is about cars, but there must be some afficiandos (look it up, not a CV word for bull fighters) of basketball, music, movies, and the great outdoors.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 11:19am PT
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Purblebee, plus however many for you.
Praise God for bringin' us together, you 'n me,
ALONE, but not really,
for your first real visit with Bill's beloved Yosemite.
He was, you see, unbeknownst to us, with us that night.
Glad he was not driving, huh?
The reason he chose me, I've figured it out, is my password into the B&N sales-generating tool, the computer: DOLT.
Why I chose that back in '97 when they initiated the system, I haven't a clue, except for the irony.
True irony is born, not made, in the so-called "Belle Lettres" gene, which you and I obviously have intact,
and so, of course, does MisterE, but he has yet to really get on track with it.
I have faith.
I was just thinking the other night, on the way over to the Mission,
that a band on the top of the Tioga might be a happening thing,
but the manager of the place, Rose the Compassionate, and her assistant, Tami the Tender,
are both afraid of heights.
That's right out, so why not ask the Lark Service for permits for the summit of Tis-a-ack?
Merry's bro is Billy Idol's bassist, David Lee Roth would jump on board,
and maybe we could light up the NW Face with a slide show.
That video lifted my spirit like a Forrest Gump feather.
I don't want to cut off something to spite anyone.
The flap with the eKitty still rankles.
I tried to raise our game in response to her pointed thrust. She won't answer any emails, sends them back.
I am so f*#khead up over a tiff with a long-standing poster that it makes my insides hurt when I think of it.
There, I've said it again.
It's like the gal in HS who won't dance with you because you really can't but
you don't know that and it hurts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 12:17pm PT
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Trevanian, you rocked my world with your work.
The love for the Pyrenees and the Basque culture is there for the whole world to see.
I recommend they be read particularly by climbers who travel to other parts of the world.
Don't Try To Put No Poochie-Woochie On The King of Rocks In The Road Of Life.
We pulled off a rescue of a pit bull, a real sweetheart on the Main the other morning.
I was proceeding in a southeasterly di-rection, your grace, when I spied this couple and "their" dog.
He had no leash applied to no collar, and I thought I should observe them. It turned out to be the case, your grace, that the animal in question was on his own.
Since Budweiser trucks and such are frequently seen on the Main and are imimical
to dogs crossing the street on their own, we "streeties" decided to become the dog's friend
and while they watched the animal, I called out to the meter maid, Jessica the Just,
who was glad for a break from her task of metering out tickets to stupid people.
Fanque's Fair, do you recall?
P. Fanques http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/pablo-fanques-fair-71575787/
Good stuff, from the Dog Whisperer and MORE BESIDES! www.smithsonianmag.com
She was glad to call it in, whereas Sally Sourpuss from Starbucks had not done so when I politely asked for her assistance.
Too many people in line, and only two to deal.
I had earlier looked for patrol patrol cars, but there were none.
An MPD Volunteer assisted with the round-up, providing a leash.
Then the Animal Control Officer arrived and he led the sweetest pit bull in the world to Babylon.
He explained the system to me when I asked and it's not as cruel as you might think;
but sad things happen to all of us even when we are trying to be "good dogs."
The animal is first of all checked for the presence of an ID chip. If one is there (and they HURT when they are inserted, but it beats the chamber) then their worries are over at the Animal Shelter.
If there is no chip, the "nasty dogs" are sent to the pound.
For the "tractable dogs," if they have no chip, they are sent to a five-day
shelter program.
The Shelter posts the dog on Craigslist and that remains up until the dog is adopted out,
but the five days is for the owner to check this place on the web.
I suppose this is explained to the owner when the chip is embedded.
If they don't claim the dog, it is available for adoption.
Relevance to climbing? Fucjh if I know.
Relevance to living a good life? All Joy Scouts should try to do a good deed daily.
There is no Basque Shepherd breed, right? Just the German and the Collie and all the rest.
Dogs understand more than we'll ever know. They have the best noses.
I heard about a $10,000 rescue-trained German Shepherd from Amyjo today.
He lives in Aspen and the lucky pooch is retired, too.
He lives with the Don of SAR, Mr. Ferrara, who doesn't drive no Ferrari.
Thanks, Amyjo.
Thanks, zBrown.
And thanks, Mr. Dolt.
Ron, it's a thankless task.
Really. Everyone's got an opinion, but not everyone is an azzahill, a mountain no more.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 01:27pm PT
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Scott Ruffalo, Liz's boy all the way, replied to this photo posted on FaceBook:
Scott wrote: "I love that sound. That and the sound of a good motorcycle. Sounds of freedom."
Scott owned a skateboard shop not once but twice, his mother managed the Modified Motorcycle Association, and his dad (now RIP, I found) was an ace scooter mechanic.
His shops were magnets for the young skaters. I should write that book, too.
"Absolutely Free."
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