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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 21, 2014 - 09:06pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 21, 2014 - 09:49pm PT
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This is the first year that the Art Hop was given a grant. This is the fourth year, so there have been about 18 of these events now.
My hat is off to Kevin and Kim for seeing this good thing through to this point. There have been in-fights between factions, and bullies who have tried to assume the position of responsibility, but none of them are as dedicated to preserving the authenticity of real, participatory art and exhibits of local, Merced-inspired artistic talent like K & K.
Saturday was really quite lightly-attended, but it is the middle of the summer doldrums.
Speaking of drums......and other fancy stuff...
A bientot.
And I'll be in touch.
This evening's slide show provided by the jump start from zBrown. Thanks, amigo, as I was getting tired.
Here is my new neighbor, Lulu.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 22, 2014 - 07:42am PT
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^^^ All these folks on their way to Yosemite National Park?
As I recall, it was John Muir who said "get a horse" (or was it a donkey? or maybe even "go west young man").
Anyway, you can probably tell who wears the feathers in this family. They are for the most part armed and should be considered dangerous. An appearance in Merced would be considered an omen, neither good nor bad nor evan a "Little Village", just an omen.
WTF? Did they have photoshop back when Bill was still with us?
Pictures cannot tell a lie (it is rumoured), so here is the long sought after proof that Herr Braun was indeed a member of Bill's traveling show.
No postcards, but the circus is indeed in towne.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 22, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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These guys did follow the advice and got onboard with the horse thing. However, as any fool can see that is not the road to Merced.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2014 - 09:40am PT
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Yet more Circus Menschen, jah?
Great stuff, zeebster-meister.
Is that the Juggler/Clown Braun?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2014 - 12:17pm PT
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Thank you, Marlow!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2014 - 02:03pm PT
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Boomer and Nick Econoumo, BFF from Shasta High.
Mouse and Liz, BFF from Merced College.
Liz, also my GFF.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 12:50am PT
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"The movie wasn't so hot." "Yeah, Susie, it wasn't. And there wasn't much of a plot."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGdGFtwCNBE
MR. BRIGHTSIDE
by The Killer Kissers
I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside
I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
Cause I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 02:13am PT
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For the mountineers and the ice climber, who have been sadly neglected for the most part here on this thread. But it is called The Flames, and ice and fire don't mix. Mostly. But here is a hairy close-call mountain-climbing tale to abuse you.
It was originally inspired by my close correspondence with a banned former member of the community. God rest his last five avatars.
Superego TooPoo Forum
ta-da!
presents
zBrown
ta-da!
and a cast of a cat and a dog and a mouse
ta-da!
...and a bunch of other mice (mostly recruited from various laboratory animal retirement homes, so they're pretty feeble)
especially trained for this performance
by OL' Superego NEEBEE herself
"Trailed 'em in from Michigan mahself." Illustrations were gonna be by Throwpie, but he's nowhere, man. Big bag of wind (smiling eMoticon) hasn't been to visit since the last time, either.
Actually, keeping it real, this is a climbing story; it happened to me; and there is just me, alone, somewhere in the mountains of my mind, and the Creator/Destroyer.
So I'm climbing solo up this moderate slope and the ice just starts melting out from under me, slushing out; and little slab-like platelet things are floating by and I began sliding with it slowly and I expect it to be getting faster (like, where's gravity gone?) but it doesn't--it just keeps moving downhill at the same slushy pace. I still panicked. Hell's bells, I'm falling uncontrolled but controlled, not out of control, but remotely controlled. Shift flock! So I did the only thing I could think of. I took off my right glove and pinched my cheek hard.
I woke up immediately.
I felt like I'd never slept.
So I got up and posted this.
Thanks, Spider!
There are only three "ta-das" allowed per post now, per the moderates in the control booth. I checked.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 03:36am PT
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Ramble Tamble
from Cosmo’s Factory
http://www.bestplaces.net/zip-code/ca_not_found/igo/96047
[Chorus]
Move,
Down the road to
Igo.
There's mud in the water,
Roaches in the cellar,
Bugs in the sugar,
Mortgage on the home.
There's garbage on the sidewalk,
Highways in the back yard,
Police on the corner,
Mortgage on the car.
They're selling independence,
Actors in the White House,
Acid in digestion,
Mortgage on my life.
Ramble tamble tamble
Ramble tamble tamble
Ramble tamble tamble
Creedence/Ramble Tamble
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 04:08am PT
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I have seen enough to know there could well and truly be more contented climbers around here if there were more climbing content.
But there are always the ten-percenters, as our football coach called them, the ones who don't participate.
The Flames started out as climbing stuff and evolved, kind of like you did, you old farts and fartresses.
It's Thursday, and on the Mickey Mouse Club, that would be, let's see...I'll have to Goggle that...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 04:46am PT
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Thursday was Circus Day on the club. (Friday, anything can happen, like here...)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D42Czi8TMSY
But today on the Superego, we have TURN BACK THE CLOCK THURSDAY, similar to MrE's thread, Throw 'em Up Thursday. :0)
So I'm cleaning out some pix that are LONG overdue here, taken by Jim Shirley, my old climbing partner. These all dated from either or both the late seventies and early eighties (of the last century--we're not donini-old.)
Jim was quite taken with the craft and took his camera everywhere. We were born partners. I bought my pocket Rollei from Jim's North Face mail order shop in Berkeley.
I don'tknow what happened to that little gem, but I know it didn't get dropped into a crevasse. I haven't crossed a crevasse since 1970.
I'm not sure, but I think Jim used a Pentax on these. I didn't write it down, so I couldn't tell you for sure.
I hope you appreciate that these were taken at great risk. It is climbing, after all.
What I like to call Leichtfuss Land.Mom told me that, when cleaning, always start at the top. She knew nothing technical about my sport, but kept the house spotless.This is a damned "brink." Fall off this and it could brink you down.Risky stuff. All in a day's work for Shirley and Company.
Another adventure took us up Lyell Canyon to experience Mt. Lyell's SE Arete, a 4th Class and very airy and at the highest elevation in the Park, it's a fun route, better than slogging up cuppy, crappy snow. Ugh!
So we ticked Lyell. Three crossings of Don O'Hugh Pass later, we hiked out in half a day, burger-hungry, but the grill had closed for the season the day we got there.
This set is like, anything could happen Friday.ALL PHOTOS IN THIS POST ARE BY JIM SHIRLEY, not mfm.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 05:12am PT
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zBrown, can we have a Black & White day soon?
PM, email, flare, postcard or drum me on that. Please.
Fail to plan, plan to fail, and no flan for you!.
I been workin' at posting about climbing and stuff.
What's MooseDrowned up to today? I wonder. I guess he said, but I forgot.
For the Bluesketeer in MooseKeteer.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 06:12am PT
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Now, they tell us there are no coincidences, while the rest of them tell us just the other way.
I think there is a hole in their heads that lets in the light.
It develops into ideas like those; but this...this is too much. No sooner did I pick up this book and start reading the main part, having read the intro earlier today, when it became startlingly clear that someone or thing or force is playing around upstairs, in Valhalla, maybe; or the stars have aligned right to cause this; but to see the Buffalo Bill shots, IN BLACK AND WHITE, ho less, and then to read these pages as I just now did...I just had to share this here, just like I had to share that dream earlier on.
It's time to hit the rack, the night shift is leaving.
As they say in Paris, a bean toe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 25, 2014 - 12:43pm PT
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swiss time has holes all thru it.
norwegian's time zone runs counterclockwise but in a linear fashion.
when u split wood, do u get wood?
if a tree grows in the forest and dies and eventually falls and sooner or later some fun guy comes along and cuts it into rounds and then fashions them rounds into bears using his chainsaw and then takes the sawdust and sprinkles it over his salad...
got all that?
then what tyme is it, class?
disgust among urselves whilst i go have some lunch.
i brought brautwurst just becuz it is the best
can u all stand to take the test o tyme?
norwegian, do u have sweetish meat balls and a wood pecker?
All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence.--Luis Bunuel
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 25, 2014 - 02:09pm PT
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dirtineye once said:
jstan wrote:
"These threads are like crawling through a plate of spaghetti in order to find out where everything goes. No matter how good you are you get tomatoes in your ears."
That's brilliant. And funny too.
It also makes me think that some ST denizens probably have way too many tomatoes in their ears, and that can cause all sorts of trouble.
That thread went nowhere, man. It got LEBbed out.
It is worth noting that JStan is in error. These crawlers through of threads would have spaghetti sauce in their ears, not to mention being covered in it. Just sayin', John. Otherwise, brilliant.
Then there are folks with beans in their ears.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beans_in_My_Ears
Donegan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c73tl5u2BKc
Seeger.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjx3wG7Kg58
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