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neebee
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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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Psilocyborg
climber
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I dream things too weird and alien to imagine
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tank you, Barb Aryan!
I learned to play "Baseball" in Cayucos. And several other poker games.
My friend's dad, Everett "Washington" Livermore, an engineer for Pacific Te. & Tel., was good enough to reclaim his boy's allowance and mine as 'booty."
We "learned" aout four or five othes, like Low Ball, High Ball, etc.
It's come to this, though. I'm a fan of the Giants, a fan of the A's. But the exploits of Yankees have always amazed...
me or anyone else who loves baseball from the old days when life was simple, like only sixteen teams and two leagues. Far fewer cards to collect, and I wished for years to have 'em all back, but realized everyone else had gotten the same dang cards, pretty much; the same memories, only different; and likes to stand in lines just because others are in it.
Nawmean?
Who was the first Major Leaguer to climb El Cap?
Warren something...
American League, I'm sure. Hot Stove-Legs League? Maybe.
But Google this picture, baseball fans. I have no license, currently. I may not be able to travel 'legally" ]John Oight 2, --
Restrictive gov't miss the cell call, nopats.
It's a rare picture, but the autographs were probably *hic* added, like the alcohol might have been added to what Ruth drank, at inflated prices, but he could afford it, huh? I got this today at the Merced Antiques Mall.
So the story goes on...
*hic*
As Iped wended homeward from the Antiques Mall, by way of the Public HOUSE, I stop into the PARTISAN; and there were no "parties on," not even a minor ATTABOY celebration--the place was empty but for the bartender, who was texting and couldn't possibly be bothered till he said so.
I got to him when I told him that I was independently working for YELP. He took the sports new off and put on the A's game. I asked him pointedly, "Of which team are you a fan?"
He said, passively, The Pirates.
"Why?" asked I.
He gave me a BS reason, it's not important. What's important about this story, is that Ferdinand was no saint. He was, I'll bet, a Dodger fan.
YUCK! Say it ain't so, Ferdie!
And if you do, let me get off at the turn-off to Booth Lake, OK?
Nam Yoho ringay kee yo. Repeat as many times a day as you can and you might end up as wealthy as Babe Ruth or the Lou Gehrig's heirs.
--Joe "Go" Han San
The real deals, like Chuck Cochrane, only better.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece," she said, wistfully.
How right she seemed then, but now that I know she was bullshitting me all that time, I feel somewhere between "slightly foolish" and "really devastated."
It's hard getting fooled like that. Lorde knows.
"Flaming." Ha Ha Ha.
"I got flamed at the Gorge." But only after I drowned in the Green River.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Gee, Fonz...What should I do?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We coulda been Royal...
but we all need to "settle" for what comes.
Unless you're some pushy little bastion.
"Whatever you do, Grasshpopper, don't become like me. I actually trained to be me. It wasn't worth it. All I got's this lousy leather jacket and free music for life. I coulda had more if I'd just let go and gone with the flow."
Like, I coulda been a guitar hero instead of a legend."[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Gosh, Fonz. I just need to take a leak, dude. I wasn't all up in yur face gettin' all metaphysical. Can you stop this thing? I'll jump off and go behind that billboard."
"Sure, Richie. Ya got it."
Happy Days/The Fonzie (dance is crap, but cool cuz it's the Fonz)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeF3hew6McY
Legendary stature is enviable.
Fonzie ~ 5' 6"
Pratt, Harding, Chouinard, Napoleon, and others ~ around there, too
Can you beat this, though? It's 5:30 and I want a hamburger. I'm craving a hamburger.
Damn you, zBrown! Or maybe it was just watching Winkler, knowing he could have whatever by snapping his fingers.
"Heeeeeey, 5.9. Let's go to the soda shop, Richie."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moussolini reminds me to remind you that Daylight Savings Time officially ends this year on
NOVEMBER 2, 2014.
Be there or be square.
Speaking of Moussolini, the Balcony of the Same Name has been closed.
Repeat,
THE MOUSSOLINI BALCONY IS CLOSED.
"They" were informed that "Someone" had been out there, against "Their" wishes and rules, as stated in the lease "Someone" signed.
"Those Bastions" put in a screen, an obstacle permanently screwed into the wooden frame of that old window. (It's a shitty job, "managing" Middle Earth, lemme tellya--the Fonz wouldn't have any problem, but mere mortals, fergeddaboutit.)
It looks like Richie Cunningham did the job, but it does the job. I can't go out there anymore without climbing hi-jinx.
Here's the nail in the coffin, though.
"They" got word from the Fire Marshal, an official document, which states that "They" will be patrolling for violations of "Their" fire safety rule which says no one is allowed on the fire escapes unless they are in danger of impending immolation.
So the party of the first "They" says to "Us" that the party of the second "They" says to knock that shi! off...no more smoking out on the balcony, no more, no more, no more.
But between "You" and "Me" or "Us," "I" still go out there on the escapes OCCASIONALLY--but only in the early morning or at night when "their" patrols aren't out looking for evil-intentioned balcony perps.
"It" is a frickin' GAME, living here.
How many rules have "I" broken today?
How many roaches can "I" kill tonight?
Why are there only two of "We" original Middle Earthmen (Smokey and "Myself") left on this floor?
"Who" still lives in the old El Cap Hotel? (Two people, actually. One is an old black fellow and the other is Johnny El Cap, the building super.)
If "They" dammed the stream of "My" consciousness, how much would "They" charge annually for "Me" to put a boat in and go fishing (trolling only, no wake) in "My" own damned lake?
And would "You" rather have paper or plastic, sir?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
So here lately "I" have been taking "It" to the streets.
Yes "I" have. "It" is the "Berkeley" in "Me." "He" still craves life. "I," on the sinister side, haven't lost interest, but "It" would be "NICE" to have more money.
Why does "It" always seem to come down to dollars, is what "I" wanna know.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OW00pVX1wR8
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Krones, deutschemarks, Euros, yen, sen, and big-ass rolling wheels of rock.
Well, the Cinema Cafe is now open and "I" still want a burger. See "Ya."
Watch those parking meters, hear?
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