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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 12:32pm PT
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MOUSE Of MERCED?
YOU OUT THRE??
My kids loved Winne growing up, and Yeeor too
Zen I should them that picture
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 01:17pm PT
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Well I was so inspired that I retrieved C B Box but not his mate Paper Bagg she is still
missing and I fear lost. She And not He had the Cali. stuff
(the most relevant to the rescue of the mouse)
and Like YEEOR IN the post Above
spilt out his guts
to see what there was to show all of thee
smelling musty but I was forced to remember that scanning will take
this cumputer gumby too much time
besides I found Names And old addresses
Of some cohorts from back in the day
Is it P.C., or not Okay to try and get back in touch
McNutt butter? I now regret saying that
The kid in the picture is Bryan Kay...(he's the one on the left)
What are the chances that he is here (and named Bryan)...
Holy sh#t some negatives from JTree including the one I wrote about Of Scott C, soloing the Ski trac formation (looks like I captured the bussiness of him in the LEFT, mid route 5.11c am I right?)
the Gold in negative formworking on the fly, Grasshopper
and a divorce If I do not stop beating this dead horse.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 04:58pm PT
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Posted on
"my annual post about non-climbing threads" at 5pm 10/20/14
C mac's thing...
so now
are all of you happy
vented your spleens
ranted
made bad puns and
not so Cryptic messages
For G.O.D's Sake men .,.,.,.,.,.said in a stern british accent
Now from the Looks Of it we lost our muse
Mouse
yes I am crying into fart wind.,. CRY wha wha wha
but really it is very foolish what some of you wish for
You wo' not understand 'cause you were, most likely,
not there but a lot of us who passed through knew it,
this site is a little bit like the valley in '72 and by '90 it was OVER.
and it was good times and bad times and life without a e net.
But it was yours, mine and hers and even the LEOs' Respected,
shoes and a chalk bag some webbing and wide eyes was all that you needed to enter.
like the last errant leaf, spinning to earth, it comes to rest
ignored, indiscernible from the rest...
undetected.
your welcome MOUSE OF MERCED!!
And
/// THANK YOU
from
the family of Gnome Ofthe Diabase
Ne G.O.D.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujň de la Playa
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Oct 20, 2014 - 06:41pm PT
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Say what?
we consider ourselves to be part of civil society, and much of how we conduct our lives is governed through purely verbal contracts, just as we are typically first censured for wrongdoings through verbal attacks, rather than to be whipped or tortured on the rack for it. i'd like to think we've long gone beyond the primitive and somewhat barbaric stage of physically torturing others in order to make them fear and respect our power, and as we emphasise our shift to the verbal, there must be a decline in the act of physical torture.
Total messages posted: 2,110,258 I wonder if this includes deletes?
You could die?
Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes
Present your too hip card? Lost yours, I'll lend you mine.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Oct 20, 2014 - 08:47pm PT
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Just when I thought I couldn't think for myself no more, I come here to realize my thoughts are recorded on the fly
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2014 - 03:08pm PT
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Okay, I've had my moment of doubt and indecision.
I'm not about to "Let go and let G.O.D.!"
Just thank God and hang on to that ledge. And it's more fun to do it as a hand-traverse than as a hands-and-knee-crawl.
Don Don's Weekend Six
or
A Half-Tale of Woe
With boyish impatience and sloth-like precision,
With over-bivouacked minds in vague indecision
We awaited the moonlight while casting derision
On various topics, such as skating and fishin’.
And speaking of water, we’d made an omission--
The haul bag was splitting, beginning division.
Our gear was all wet and we had a vision
Of what would go down, should we continue this mission.
We both said our prayers, the Act of Contrition.
Wrapping up we rapped down, avoiding collision.
But the finger of fate, had made IT’S decision,
And of this sad story the campfire’s still dishin’.
Sorry for all the blather. I had to get my head together.
Jesus is your kid, so why don't you teach Him to clean up after you, dude?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 21, 2014 - 03:13pm PT
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Was feelin' real blue the mouse wiyhee no it was well scareee
Then sandbagee zot prankstee cosmic Hees got that third eye seeee
made me feel there was a real chance that weed pullMoM back
But the gnome could never replace Mouse of merced...
With less than half as many ascents on the PYVG as on the monzonite
the rankinig would thus be all wrong
Diabase is all creases not a lot of cracks, edges incuts and stuff
besides wid the weedge it would cause a real goodness come bad daddy of a fight
wick an for willee that to share with every one here is a better idea for the site
ZEE brown ist most up to the task but then there is Pate and survival and Jefe knows clown
all of you can not hold the candle save grey mouse if we can Pray a moment for Crill and for Coz
neebee is also alight for the right reasons and elcap pirate he'll shang hi your hart to many to shame with stoopid rime this is phart.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2014 - 03:24pm PT
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FRiENDS ArE the SunShine of LIFE and belong on the CoVeR.
They are also the spice in my life and belong on the cover of Thyme.
I just need to spend a little LESS time HERE and WAY more time OUT THERE.
You know how it can get.Leader of the pack.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 21, 2014 - 04:14pm PT
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Starr's guide, most likely the muse that twinkled the M.o.M the book is perhaps the greatest treasure that came out of C B Box. The copy I've got is the eighth edition and what I first used to hike in the region
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2014 - 06:14pm PT
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It was no such thing, sir.
I put the most blame for my yen for climbing on Tom Hornbein, who wrote about the West Ridge of Everest.
I blame Wilfrid Noyce secondarily, who wrote the World Atlas of Mountaineering, published posthumously in 1970 and given to me for Christmas that year by my brother and his wife.
I read it cover to cover twice and kept it as my main source for info on what I was reading about in the mags--Rocksport, Mountain, Summit, Ascent, etc.
I particularly liked the maps. They were simple and explanatory.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfrid_Noyce
http://www.everest60.com/team.php
Wilfrid Noyce, supportive of Hillary and Tenzing during the 1953 Everest Expedition, FA of Machpuchare, died in 1962 in the Pamirs with Robin Smith.
As for his book, South Col:
Wilfrid Noyce recounts his involvement in the 1953 British expedition in his South Col. It's a much more personal account than the official Ascent of Everest, by expedition leader John Hunt. It's nice to hear some of the finer details of the expedition that would make official accounts less tidy, such as George Lowe joking around by removing his dentures, or George Band telling a newspaper man who was haggling him that their summit assault would commence with Spitfires circling the South Col. Astronaut Buzz Aldrin famously complained that NASA never sent a poet to the moon, but the British were intelligent enough to send one to Everest. Not only does Noyce include poetry at the end of the book, he writes in a contemplative style that adds some wonder and beauty to the process of climbing the world's highest mountain. It takes him a while to get to Everest, but his writing makes it well worth the wait.
http://everestbookreport.blogspot.com/2012/06/south-col-by-wilfrid-noyce.html
I am finding that the writing of Clarence King has much the same kind of old school charm, the same appreciation of the sublime and of the mundane.
I remember and always will remember, I suppose, Millis removing his bridge to reveal his missing front teeth. And he could tell a story well. This was King's main attribute in society, that he had a million stories and told them all with flair.
Noyce was pretty much the same. Only he's the one I'd let marry my daughter.
"Bevin, if there's a choice, make it Willy Noice."
"It's Wilfrid, Dad. And his name is Noyce."
"Well, that's noice, child."
Today's sponsor has been:
Noicely's on Hwy. 395, open year-round.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Oct 22, 2014 - 08:30am PT
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Don't flash the birdy
Well okay then
yhatben said that I went to recover CB Box is BIG
The Darling wife upon moving in with me 20yrs ago
She still claims it was an axe I dent your fun and keep you home she threw away my stuff all my notebooks and betty addresses across the western half of the world to me
Is this even making sense?
Now like a pree ejaculator I am spewing at thee
GREAT BASEBALL GAME
Not even close Ha lets see if they get it won in 5
the ol' dog she's 14
" they get along" ...It's happening to you J Prine
MR. mouse sir please I’m not done
This, repartee has slated juices and taken me away from an odious task of chronicling my Chossy past. And I am wondering am I in the fair company ‘cause got no Idea what Z brown is trying to say the same exact post to say good hello goodbye to ‘D’antonio??
Both Bob and Z are great in my book
Does the name ‘ Kyle Merriam ‘mean any thing to any one or you??
She beat my butt against the Granite for a month one fall or summer turning many moons ago
So fine ‘sur ley cusz’ is it your belly? as it is mine, & tomorrow I go to doctor and again he’ll poke it and say it is time. Sorry too for not just myself, and for you too, to not be younger.
That is why you have the dead head around although I am a big ol’
Dead head too.
Really hope that the Norwegian and I are or can be buds ??
what do you think is there any thing I should do?
Well okay then (not plain ya with ‘otay)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2014 - 09:49am PT
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brother on a mission to GOSH DARN IT ^^^
take some lessons in norwegian
i sent u pms but maybe better via ups
istherenojusticeinrenotopo?
answer or die strangled by a saw chain
prine minister my back if u have one or two on the table
maybe that old dog-dog ate 'em?
i would give u jug band music were i a doc on the hudson
then we could go play on the palisades
how much more obvious or two the pointless do i have to BB here?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 22, 2014 - 01:38pm PT
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Pm this time with some time comin
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2014 - 06:25pm PT
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GOD is "dead," Good Buddy. 10/4. Come back.
We've solved our comm prob with crows counting down to the sixties.
"Oh, Gnomez! I love it when you make me think!"--Mortizzya
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2014 - 06:47pm PT
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I was Stills Young and my trailer was full of juice,
I took off with Young Ross to do El Cap.
We got mighty high on Hiway 99,
On our way to The Yosemite.
The year was seventy-three and we tried the old 3-D,
We got shut down on pitch thirteen.
And the captain said you need jug band music.
So come back next year, boys, and forget that CB noise.
And forget your boom boxes, too.
And the Whites and the Bulldogs and the Kennys kept on truckin'
While we nursed our hurt in the same old way.
We smoked haikus in a bong, and it wasn't long,
Before we knocked off Salathe.
It only took six days, and my lady was amazed
That we handled it with apparent ease.
I had patched the hole in my soul, and I felt like a demi-god,
I began the fad of holes in Levi knees.
They were Lee Riders, actually.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Peter O'Nutoole at his absolute best, just like I was then.
Black in the day, White in the night.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 22, 2014 - 07:51pm PT
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Something that was said up post made me think about the beats the mad free form poets from the fifties and how the formative experience in a couple of the men's lives was a hiking trip.
That Kerouac describe as a climb. It was a climb to them but as a climber it was and read like a steep hike. The perception thus is of course in the eye of the reader based on that persons
own background and experience.
It has been twenty years since I last read "On The Road".
That seems sort of sad and amazing at the same time. The book was some sort of validating
tome that I would reach for over and over again.
If a girl left me I would reach for the book that I do not have a copy of at this moment. The staccato sound of the writing style some how gave an over active mind something to follow and a calming effect took hold.
As I think back on that younger me it seems that I was not the same. Back then my lack of true passionate experience defined as the conflicting feelings of extremes; emotional lows and highs made, "On The Road" and its description of living with passion for every adventure seem vital and important.
I will have to see if as a feeling generating book, a story of more or less directionless slackers, young men with no point or aims and in such a different, world holds any of it's former allure.
Today's world and my place in it and perspective gained from living highs and lows; a passionate life that often seems to overwhelm. Makes the ideas that were already old hat in the seventies when I read it, seems less validating today.
As long as I had a direction to head in and was in line to accomplish something even just a rock climb. I felt equal to or superior to the aimless Neil and sensitive Sal ne. Kerouac.
say what ?? some times you feel like a nut and other times you send an email
casting a stone into a still pond and it being dark not seeing where the ripples go
did I just put the retrograde into quick silver or is it safe to run out side to cover a leaky car witha tarp in a blowing........ rain storm ........(Ne gale)
and
what about
Gail
some times you wonder and some times you are lost
but wondering around lost is not good for your health
Especially in a rain storm looking for Gail at night
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujň de la Playa
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Oct 22, 2014 - 08:20pm PT
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zRoxing is not the mother of invention nor either perhaps the instantiation of the double helix.
Rather it's a simple artifice
Brother I can spare a dime
Not a dime bag mind you
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2014 - 07:12am PT
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Happy Birthday to mice sister Lenna of the LLayback.
Swanny go brawny go up and come down.
Swell. It's tomorrow, the 24th.
But I may have gone south by then, as Who knows:
What?
Might could happen.
Take that back to Kerouac, Jack.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 23, 2014 - 01:18pm PT
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Paradise...
To try and sustain
Hold place ...Back from doc need Rx and so off to pharma college
right back at you Z my mothers got no match.
not in a good way she has perfected eternal life
she shrinks a bit every day
if she drinks it is absolute ly
split person ality day
and mouse why for
ANONYMITY
All please read not the mother of the year or deca
octogenarian invention aha 'adees
Any one climb in the sun
She is inaugust seriously
Cosmic no clownin, like your avatar pic she is
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2014 - 01:50pm PT
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To Psilocyborg, whose thoughts might could be recorded on the fly,
let me recall to you the Zipless F*#k of Erica Jong, the Dickless John Bobbitt and his Lorena, and the Flyless Flawless Canvas of the Rev's first tent (olive in color, drably damp in the rain) of excellent dimensions where at times there were light shows and hula-hula girls pretending to be Pretty Lodge Maids all in a seeming row.
On the count of three, mass delete.
zBrown, Kool-Aid, if you please.
On that note, let the eclipse begin.
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Gnome, the sun is inscorpio, and she's a hottie.
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