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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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Some of the vagaries of life in Merced are fun, some not
va·gar·y
noun, plural va·gar·ies.
1.
an unpredictable or erratic action, occurrence, course, or instance: the vagaries of weather; the vagaries of the economic scene.
2.
a whimsical, wild, or unusual idea, desire, or action.
to put it succinctedly.
suc·cinct
adjective
1. expressed in few words; concise; terse.
2. characterized by conciseness or verbal brevity.
3. compressed into a small area, scope, or compass.
4. Archaic. a. drawn up, as by a girdle. b. close-fitting. c. encircled, as by a girdle.
having a roof fall in on your bathtub
nearly severing a finger while butchering at a carnitas feast
flopping the VW bug over on its side in the h.s. parking lot
actually finding work
Mundane, but highlights nonetheless.
It's all changing, though. The show's going on the road.
Be-bop top that, Kerouac.
Oh, yeah...I guess he is the top cat.
I can be the top mouse.
zBrown, better call shotgun!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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As a chicken told me, some challenges, when topped too often, will bring you to the bottom. It's all metaphores of course
... off course.
A ditch is a ditch, but ditches or drains can be constructed in different ways that give them different legal status. And some ditches are not drains.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Of Corse.
A haha is fence in a ditch. It can be got around, under, over, or through, just like the Pall Malls I used to smoke in the Navy, where particular people congregated.
Some fences are unbreachable.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse:
Your OP was not clear about the intent of the thread. Do you prefer not-Yosemite-stuff not to be posted on this thread? I can stop posting OT.
The Yosemite Flames value of OT stuff in this thread, is that it keeps your Flames thread reposted more often. "Wide" threads with a bit of temperature tend to be posted more often than "narrower", more focused threads that easily burn out and end up in the ashes. It's a balance.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What's balance have to do with it?--Tina Burner-OuterSpace-Time-Continuum-BoomBoom-Flake-eMouse
The wider the fish, the more net you need.
The more fish you release, the more karmic you feel.
The more karmic you feel the better.
And so feed your mice, release your fish--they're not your dish, and say your grace at every fishless meal.
Unless you live in Corsica and fish for a living.
Any Seine pursen knows that.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I think I misplaced mine. may I have shotgun please, please, please.
-James (Don't Callme mrPostman) Brown
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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The Seine at night (from my visit to Paris in 2011)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Seriously, you have to love the Mediterranean peoples.
For years now, a growing number of my constituents have been of Italian descent and I've come to know them well. They have honored me with their support and with their friendship. Indeed I can proudly say that some of my very best friends are Italian Americans...These hearings on the Mafia are in no way whatsoever a slur upon the great Italian people. Because I can state from my own knowledge and experience that Italian Americans are among the most loyal, most law-abiding, patriotic, hard-working American citizens in this land. And it would be a shame, Mr. Chairman, if we allowed a few rotten apples to give a bad name to the whole barrel. Because from the time of the great Joaquin Muriettaup through the time of Gypsy Rose Lee, right up until the present day, with such Congressmen as Sonny Bono and Al Franken (names are deceiving), Italian Americans have been pioneers in building and defending our great nation. They are the salt of the earth, and they're one of the backbones of this country.--Sen. Geary, the GFII
Why do you think the french word for "to carry" is portager?
Because it took the Portagees that long to decide what to do with the wheel? Noooo. But that was good.
The Finns, however, didn't need the wheel, having sleds. But no toboggans. And reindeer. Many-many reindeer.
Gotta love Rudolf. Bright, colorful dude.
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