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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 11:48am PT
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Marlow, the lady sings Che Faro, "What Is Life?"
It is from Orfeo and Euridyce, one of my favorite operas, not much seen any longer, but which I primarily like because of "the Dance of the Blessed Spirits." Kathleen Ferrier is known for this role as Orfeo, one of the two she customarily sang, the other as Lucretia in Britten's The Rape of Lucretia, q.v.
[Click to View YouTube Video]We have all lost loved ones. It's an important part of life to keep on living when they leave. It's our turn sooner than we know. I love this song, because it's so comforting. Like a deathly lullaby. Makes me want it, but not just yet, Woody.
It's equally important not to forget the departed. We are doing well.
It's not too much to think there's only heaven, never hell.
Kathleen died at the height of her fame from cancer in 1951. Death is such a spoilsport.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 10, 2012 - 03:25pm PT
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Don't just follow the herd, lead it.
-Leader of the Pack, smoke 'em if ya got 'em
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 04:36pm PT
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^^^^^^^^
The Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton from Eckehard Stier performed Mussorgsky's Pictures at an exhibition and the highlights "Baba Yaga" and "The great door from Kiev" live at Auckland Town Hall in February 2010.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Hitting the road on the night before Christmas, Bevin's birthday.
Going to visit the CosmicCrags. Man, wife, parrots.
Hitt me, Kkrishna! With that rhythym schtickk!
So I'm goin' to the crags and I'm packin' my bags.
It's not Tierra del Fuego, but the climate's suitable for what I have to wear. I don't have anything to pack except Fires and Superlight bag. And some underwear and a book. And the ashtray. And the remote.
I don't have anything here I'll need there.
I just spoke-mailed CC and all is set.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 10, 2012 - 04:46pm PT
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Cosmic
I love their daring spirits.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:03pm PT
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Electric Light Parrots. Ents, Leaves, Palms. Erb Light Panatela. Elbow Lever Punch. Elmo Loves ... Poor fuching Elmo, we'll leave it at that.
Only one parrot on his shoulder means he is not going to laugh at you in front of his friends, kemo sabe...--Taunt O, the Sherpa-Lumpa sidekick
Keith looks like he's dressed for Vegas in the "recital." Good jazz, you head of hop smoke and rock dust and parrot down. A real power trio you have up there. Like Buddy Holly and his Crickets.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:21pm PT
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I went and wisited the Werner and Merrys (and cat) enough this year. Here's the video I meant to post after Facelift and clean foggodaboudditt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Amigo to hell and back. Brothers in blues and reds and puke-greens. The Non-Emergency Red and Blue Cross Depression Emerging Crisis Intervention Squad (NERBCDECI Squad)* is on the way to help the afflicted VegasClimber get his bearings.
I have a feeling peer pressure alone will get his climbing jones going. We'll shame him like a miscreant of another race, we'll even throw pie in his ugly old face. We'll cajole him, rock/roll him, beguile him, but not heil him.
*Nerb-see-decky Squad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 06:04pm PT
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OMG, someone get me off of this overcrowded, stuffy, overheated, meandering-like-a-lost-cow commuter bus creeping along the Mass. Pike...please?????!--Lilabiene in the last sixty minutes
Calls for the NSD Squad are a dime a dozen, but this is "fue real" from the lady with Dolt's nose.
We need some help, here. Lady goin' to crack up here!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Snap out of it! Think odd thoughts of things like, oh, sealing wax. Boogers. Anything but commuting.
Alex commutes on the Nose. WTF. You commute where you are polluted.
Mick looks drunk, eh? I'm working on my escape from normal.
F*#k a nervous nellie, that woman's nothing like you, Lilabiene. You'll get your wings and fly once you've gone out on the Arete.
So there. You've been singed by de Flames. Feel intervened?
Are you on your diet? God forbid you have nothing to do...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
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Camp 4 Old Couple
O! ‘tis sad in Camp 4 when it begins to freeze and snow,
With the boulders buried ‘neath the last good blow,
And the dark nights dreary with the coyote’s cry,
And I thinking, thinking of the days gone by.
O! the happy Summers of the olden days,
When the brown bears through the garbage grazed,
And my frozen heart that I still eagerly embrace
Melts a little bit, warmed by your peaceful face.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 10, 2012 - 08:40pm PT
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Taken through the front windshield of a car while I was sitting as a passenger riding on the highway
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 09:51pm PT
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View out my mind's window.This falls went down with all hands, no survivors. It's the fiscal cliff, the tears of Boehner flowing.
GD/Visions of Johanna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwOpK3zXnXI
Yeah, I got the two prints, framed and glassed and on a two-thirds discount last week, same time that nneebbee collected her BOB (Big Old Bierstadt). It's only a coincidence we've been emailing and enjoying our age with one another, then something like this comes out of the dang azure skies. Funny how it goes. I can't explain...it's all so hard to get along...infinity's on trial, maybe.
I'm ready for the highway blues.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 11:12pm PT
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Yow, that's too much homework. WTF?
I could see a book report, but that's a week's worth of grinding.
Guess I better hit the books. Hope there's some porn in that stack.
I haven't even looked yet and I'm complaining. How's the kid in me? Just fine.
1-Fabulous. I learned I can bury a body three times out on Hwy 51. BD's body specifically. We'll wait'll he's really dead.
"If Werner's the komodo, the walrus is Paul, then that could mean Bob's an armadyllo, I'm not a mouse, and we're all parrots on this bust."--Locker in a saner, more-serious-than-not moooood swiiiiing, channeling Maynard G. Drebs, who never really existed--how's he do that?
2-It's never too late to pray. I simply question its efficacy in the face of real danger. It's why I wear a St. Chris. Even if he's officially discredited, who gives a shite? Dynomite, just blow me.
I prefer the simplicity and rhythym of the theme from Peter Gunn, frankly. Or the Batman theme. Or The Bird.
3-Rare as a jewel in the lotus paste. God loves a good virgin Johanna. Un miracolo!
4-Short electrified version (no folk guitars need apply):
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
5-I think the combo of harmonica and organ, or harp and organ, or mouth organ/harp and organ, is charming, nice, interesting, quaint, soulful; and I wish I knew what he was singing about and could write like that.
Taking a break, here, boss!
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