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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Interject.
Delicious apples. Who'll buy a nice, Delicious?
He's a kind mouse, so don't be suspicious.
It's no surprise if I say Bruce and I go way back on separate tracks, and our trains have simply come into this yard by trainmaster's elegant plan at the same time for trading cars, as it were.
He and I happened to meet in front of the Partisan Bar one Friday night posting while drinking. No magic, just the fickle finger of fate, which is fickler than fog in Marie's back yard.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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A sentence you say - all right.
Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
All the friends I ever had are gone.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Hey Marlow. Thanks for the Finland posts. I am in contact with some of my relatives over there, though some are now in Sweden (as I understand it though, we Finlanders are not particularly fond of the Swedes). My cousin sent my mom a document of our family tree traced back into the 1600's. Elena is her name and she actually tracked back to the ship that my grandparents sailed to the "new" world on.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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PONTIAC.
Yeah, but how do you know for sure?
The objective reality of social facts is sociology’s fundamental principle. Members to an organized arrangement are continually engaged in having to decide, recognize, persuade, or make evident the rational, i.e., the coherent, or consistent, or chosen, or planful, or effective, or methodical, or knowledgeable character of [their activities].
I 'm a wonderin' if this is de Coupe de Pancho Villa
it gotz de Flames and all de polished steel, if you know what I'm sayin'
May just all come down to the Phenomenology of Shamanism.
-Harold Garfinkel
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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On a subsequent Sunday I again wanted to go over to Indian Rock, and it turned out that three of the boys in the band [22nd Army Band at Ft. Mason] were going to a big band rehearsal in Oakland. One of them had a VW bug, and he said he would give me a ride over the Bay Bridge. I am sitting in the back, and the fellow in the passsenger seat lights up a cigarette, then turns around and hands it to me. I am about to say I have my own, when I notice it is a very thin cigarette, a reefer, muggle, some of the evil weed.
....pot seemed more like having sex before marriage, forbidden by the culture at large but actually quite a bit of fun. Stilll, it wasn't until I got into the band at Fort Ord that I came within sniffing distance. I suspected that some of the hipper musicians in the BOQ, draftees all, were toking up, but no one ever offered me any. Some of those musicians had been sent to Fort Mason. I didn't want to ask, but I was definitely waiting to be offered a joint.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen
http://www.JoeFitschen.com
Thanks, Wayno and Dave Y!
:O)
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Borut
Mountain climber
Ljubljana, Slovenia
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zBrown, isn't that Milt Hinton pluckin' the bass with Cab?
Borut
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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]
Suffering from a sometimes fuzzy memory, oftentimes fuzzy thinking, and right now from the warm fuzzies, his day draws to a close.
Thanks to all who care about the past and hope for the future.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy...
just checking in, between painting...
i loved learning about this... thanks a lot--the bagpipe stuff:
It is always described as a cornemuse--which is really just the french word for bagpipe. He is Breton, so probably some sort of biniou. Every country in Europe except Norway had a bagpipe at one time. They lost popularity when the accordion was invented. The Swedish pipe is called the sacpipa, the hungarian is the duda, the romanian is the cimpoii, the Italian is zampona, the Bulgarian gaida, the Spanish gaita. In the British isles there are a lot of pipes besides the Scottish warpipes. There are the Northumbrian small pipes, there is the uillean pipes of Ireland, etc
always loved bagpipes... well, and that neat deep drum that folks
added later, :)
but bagpipes stand well alone, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They call them "peeps" in the "heelands" neebs.
Ewe should know that the reason the sheep...
Won't go there. Just say wooly buggers five times real fast instead.
What's got me going here this morning is the idea that so much of what we have done in our lives is based on what our role models, the pioneers, those who went before, the BITD guys, the old school, the amorphous group of beings somewhere in the past called the Twilit Zone. The Flames thread is intended to lift the vale of darkness, as it were, from the past.
Joe Fitschen comes to the fore once more. His great writing has so much that is common to so many of us. His love for music, his love for adventure, his love to tell of that, so much empathy going on it's burdonsome, to a degree, but muses bite and chew my sit-stilled nedss and I need to post this I just read in Going Up.
My friends and Flames took to the road in 1970, went to the Bugaboos, had our adventures, our n00b encounters with snowfields and a great deal of luck, just as this group of mountaineers, except they had a whole lot harder time of it. It makes me grateful for what turns out to be the trip of a lifetime for many of us.
I'd love to hear of similar sojourns by the relatively inexperienced, to the Bugs, especially.
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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]Musically migrating mice congregate in Asheville, NC, generally around 10 a.m. PST to listen in to Gypsy play the oldies from Andy Williams to the Theme from Fritz the Cat on http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
Just a reminder.
http://www.lonelyplanet.com/france/corsica/sights
"The Col de Bavella (Bavella Pass) is overlooked by the imposing silhouetee of one of the most striking and beautiful landscape features in the south of Corsica: the sharp points of Aiguilles de Bavella, also called the bavella needles. If you're lucky, you may spot a few of the mouflons (wild mountain sheep) that sashay around the area."--Lonely Planet on Col de Bavella
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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@timidTR. Whilst occasionally colliding in the ether, the amalgamated image appearing up yonder in this thread is as close as Herr mouseB and Dr. zBrown have come to one another physically.
succinct - no?
zB and his ex-wife Ms. exzB and Dr. Carlos Castaneda's TA rLee did on one occasion pass through Merced and being the anthropologically inclined lot that we were, stopped and visited with an old man sitting in a chair on his front lawn with his dog. This may well have been the elder mouse, but definitely was not z mouse we all have come to know (or already knew), since this was some 40 years ago.
I believe this is the place, which has obviously succumbed to the vagaries of modern life in Merced.
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