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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 31, 2014 - 11:01pm PT
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hey there say, T HOCKING, i been going through some hard stuff, here, and had not stopped by, either...
just stopped by and saw, what?????
an ABSENT MOUSE--oh my...
here, mouse mouse mouse mouse... where is mouse, then?
hope he is okay...
happy good eve... need to go and get back to the thinking on
hard stuff etc...
may be gone a bit, too, here and there... trying to solve a few things that are a bit unsolvable right now...
will check in later... and see if mouse is about... and, about mouse, as well...
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Cheesus,
Don't be telling me Da Mouse be Missing!
Sticky Traps with Peanut Butter, Snappers baited with Gouda, Minnie Gold Diggers flush with Botox and Silicone on the prowl for Sugar Mice...it can be a dangerous world for rodents from Merced.
Hope all is well.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, bump for mouse...
say, T hocking, hope he is okay...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I fell asleep reading old fifties Geographics.
They were too powerful, like the USA was when I was eight-ten years old.
I fell into a dream, woke, and fell into another dream based on more drowsy reading.
If you can follow then you can follow. My dreams led me on a super-vacation.
I ran into Elva Louise Capp, an old flame from the sixties in Berkeley, another Pi Phi, and a snake-in-the-tree type, but a very good climber.
She's also Mulva's aunt. She introduced me to HER aunt, Featherina Capp, in Chicago.
It was a great trip.
MooseDrool was in my dream, go figure, but I blame it on Kruschev.
Nixon was there, a main figure in my dream. Tricky, Dick.
Especially the part where I got X-rayed.
I'll have to tell you all about it sometime.
It's good to be here. I didn't like being alone, but it's the way and I had no say because I had no hay, there or anywhere.
Comcast delivers only if you do.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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There is something quite amusing about signing on to the Taco to check to see if there is a Mouse around here.
Mouse, glad to see you are around. Reading old NatGeos will most definitely take your mind off into strange directions, especially the ones from childhood. I have some of my Dad's from the 30s. Wild to see not only what the world was like, but how people interpreted it as well.
That was some dream.
So, good to see you are.
fae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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T Hocking, the 209-947-#### is correct an is paid up and in service.
I have been out in the street, "T Hawking," here lately...
From various vantages at extreme range.
Here's what the old Tioga Hotel sign looked like in these hawks' ancestors' days.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, all... wow, happy to see mouse mosey on in...
:)
oh, hey and say--after seeing timidtoprope's post:
if mouse gets to facelift... sure hope you all can help him find the donated bike, >:D<
thanks so much!!!!!!
:)
we need a mousse lift, too, from this facelift... :))
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... and feralfea... this is sooooo funny, i JUST mentioned on an email to mouse that we had all been missing him and IF FERALFEA HAD BEEN on line, that SHE'D be missing him too...
and was ready to email her, and here she is... :)
yep, feralfea, you signed on at the right time, for the
'now you don't see him, now you do' to be solved, :))
owe you an email, too... soon, ... been having some not so good stuff going on around here, but it is slowly turning good... hopefully... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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TT, glad to know you'll be there. I may not stay a whole week, because of my decrepitude...I am feeling relicky, you betcha. But let's just go to a "Happy Place," shall we?
Take it one day at a time.
One dad-blamed steer at a time.
One meatfest at a time.
Barbecue Bob(Robert Hicks) / Barbecue Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3LTQSaDjas
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And one certain issue from '54.Enough about the "prefidy" of women, it's no big news, been happenin' since Ewa first was kicked out of Poland.
For protesting. About snakes. Who could blame?
Interesting that Elva and Ewa both begin and end the same.
Serious drift.
Need inspiriting.
Hope you'll enjoy the rest of the dream, brought to you by the makers of fine cameras, these guys.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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On her magic carpet we flew and cruised all over. In no particular order, like in a dream, here's some of where I've been while zonked.So long as we were there in New England, we visited Elva's Alma Mater, not to be confused with Elva's Aunt Featherina. She went to Yale, pledged Pi Beta Phi, like her aunt and that as-yet-unidentified golden bear, and messed with the heads of the Harvard Climbing Club.And she was a hot leader, in her day.I'm not sayin' that's her. It's illustrative of her. Dream on.
But first, let the sponsors have their say.
Which leads us to the literary portion of the dream.
THE ROACH AND I
Climbs well from the shell
A natural born off-width cruiser
Who likes it at night
And his antics amuse you
No need for cracks
No need for pro
Free-solo he’ll go
Solely
No need for shoes
Nor even for hands
He always soft lands
Just for show
Flash in a second
A ceiling or wall
On it he’ll crawl
Then hop down
So what’s not to hate?
Smash him
Don’t wait!
You softie...too late.
-MFM
But let's set sail for another land, one free and wholesome and where each man...
So who slides down the stay? It's MooseCrew! Oh, this is a splendid voyage aboard the USS Polish-American Friend Ship, right? Now I sea.Well, I did go there, and it wasn't that awful, really. just blah black and white.
Part dew eventually. When I get the energy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Forty winks and a nudge-nudge later, batteries re-charged.
A headline from my dream:
Mutant mice from Merced rock DNA ladder
"It's the most big advance since the Plimsoll line."--Captain Crush
This all takes place nearer the end of the dream.
Back to the whiteout.Speaking of mutations, a digression:
This is not a perfect world. Mutations are changes, probably chemical in nature, which alter the structure of the genes and their effects on body or mind. To produce only mutations that would be useful in the environment in which the descendants of a given individual are going to live would require the genes not only to possess wisdom but foresight. This is just too much to expect and, in any case, nature has not seen fit to endow mortal creatures with providential powers. All kinds of mutational changes of which a gene is capable do occur in it or in its descendants, given the vast stretches of time through which the hereditary material continues. A few of these changes will be useful to the organism in some environments. A majority of changes will be harmful, just because tinkering with a delicate mechanism is more likely to spoil it than to improve it.
--from Heredity, Race and Society by Dunn & Dobzhansky 1946
A Mentor Book "Good Reading For The Millions"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm so glad to talk to you, MooseAndRay!
You are getting the following issue of Nation Beautiful as a member of the Flames "S-Team."In its pages you can sit with the grandkids (and I hope more will come your way) on your lap and explain how it was like in the Poland of your youth.
I trust you are back on US territory now?
Glad to take a shower whenever you like? I know how traveling can get. I once went with no shower for three weeks, far from donini's record. It's safe from you, for sure.
Did he show you the Polish Pope on a Rope trick at C.O.R.? You never mentioned it...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Good morning, Grippa, Mr. HardCoR, wherever you are...
What's that?donini posted another thread? Where?
Well, every time! Dang! For instance, he was in the way on Elva's and my attempt on AconAgony, down SA way. We bailed, knowing he'd surely slow up our lightning attack on the highest point in the Western Hemisphere.We hopped into Aunt Featherina's vintage '41 and raced back to the north. We went someplace where he was unlikely to be. High summer in Yosemite and on the Muir Trail south of there. Seasonal changes occur unbidden in dreams, but for purposes of training, I will explain that in this part of the dream sequence it appears that we are using sidereal time.
Sidereal time is a "time scale that is based on the Earth's rate of rotation measured relative to the fixed stars."
Such as donini.
We got there, but Elva had a bug, wouldn't you know it. In the Bugs. Go figure. Anyway, I hooked up with a party and made an ascent of Eastpost and then the E. Ridge with one of them.Well, Elva was highly pissed she'd been sick, but we headed to Glacier NP for a chill-out.We'd been there a day when this dude showed us how to herd cats in the hotel patio.It was plush, there. I wanted to stay.
But Elva surprised me with an invitation to visit Russia!
First, it's time for tea.[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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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vAsG67eShU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ng8-4DFaFEo
Yep. The Sixties changed the Fifties by real rebellion. The powers that be weren't in control. It's Sopot deja vu. It's easy to put the blame on fish & chips, but it's the music. You know it, I know it.
Back in the Rockies...make that the Caucasus. We traveled to Russia ahead of the Nixons, visited those mountains way down south, and came to Moscow to witness history.
Well, Elva needed a climbing partner who had hands, so she split for the Valley, leaving me to thumb a ride home (HA!), the devil woman; but I don't blame her, actually. I should know better than to play with Pi Phi fire.
All is good, though, because as I awoke from this dream, I automatically sought out my current Happy Place.
Home is the true Golden State, grasshopper.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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1959, DMT. Nixon had his kitchen debate with Nixita Krushchamp that year.
There were three x-ray negatives, each printed in a different color, combined and enlarged to diameters, to make the photo. Mice apparently wiggle, so there must be more to it besides strontium-90 injections, like a sedative. The rats on the train were anaesthetized, but all the same...cheesh, that's cruel.
There is a tumor in that mouse, induced by strontium-90, emitting beta rays from the bone where it's lodged. It's like calcium, it settles there. Well you know about milk, if anybody does...
The radiation was tested at Argonne Laboratory.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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These are 'fossil impressions' of leaves in cement.
But who knows how they were created? It has made for speculation on my part.
I'm still thinking about it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Whilst acquiring an "in-depth" knowldege of cast iron plumbing and California "Tree Law", it seems that my Flaming has suffered.
Oh dear
What Can I do?
Baby's in Black
I'm Feelin' Blue
Babies in black face
Care for some fries with that
What's that they say about two black birds in the yard & a bush?
Hey
Hey
Searchin' for a reason to enjoy yourself
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Man !
Sure were a lot of white people in the '50's!
Where did they all go?
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Barbarian
climber
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Yes. Those photos were of Cayucos. I was there last week, and it still looks just like that. Nice pics for trip in the way back machine.
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