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zBrown
Ice climber
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Apr 30, 2016 - 09:34pm PT
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Did not say Archie Moore
Archie Bell
Drells
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 01:08am PT
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An oFISHYal reply to denigratators of Captain Beefeared's STyle, his POTTERY, LOTTERY, or spellunge, his manner, manner of dress, and the rest of the mess:
http://gifsoup.com/view/505551/beefheart-cannes.html
Don't you just LOVE the weather in sunny, TROPICAL Southern Idaho?
Edit:
Van Vliet lives!
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zBrown
Ice climber
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I'm not a big fan of Rattlesnakes, the older I get the more I do not appreciate them and strangely enough the more I see them. I tell Michele, look at that big stick and she says, that's a rattlesnake.
I suppose it's time to schedule that cataract surgery. Such is life or postcards (film or book) from or on the edge, or is it ledge, l'edge?
mahadragon9 months ago
I'm a Rattlesnake regular. You can tell the locals from Seattle people easily. The locals will say "Hello" as you pass, very friendly. The Seattle people will ignore you, act like jerks.
First place my parents lived, after escapin Detroit, was Everett, Washington.
Musica: "Kolnidur" by Jónsi (How do dey do dis Kolniður)?
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Amendment:
If you stick to US-2E and WA 203-S, you can bypass Seattle altogether (47.5 miles in about an hour).
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zBrown
Ice climber
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↑ Always remember Jim as more of a lizard guy. One of the Morrison family homes is about 3.4 miles and you don't need a car or freeway to get there. RIP all you Morrisons. Sad to say I do not know for sure how many are still with us.
Like Archie said, "we dance just as good as we walk" (Malcom X on drumz?). Two trumpets and guest cameos by two Beach Boyz. This went straight to number one on the charts in Nestor and Palm City (the Beach Boy nod really paid off).
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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... the real thing ...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dreams of being hunted and vanquishing the shadowy enemy, not withstanding
Dream on - but haunt my dreams with sunny calfuxcs or Boyz Hzz funny ways denied them female company to such an extent
The pinning fool sent sans rope ,. The naked edge, or insomnia for soak
Yes, just waiting
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Take out an 'N' an begin again
Alternately
Take out an 'O' and begin again
Zimmerman needed:
Those not busy being borne are busy dieing . . .
Just Waiting
As the giant sphincter of fate sucks us each to our fate
down the normalcy Shute
I am literally planting trees. . .
These the ones' that wrecked & keep wrecking. My kneees
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 09:43am PT
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Immune to your alien disease, I fluctuate and fluctuate and come ultimately to the final, irrevocable decision?
That's right, I'm gonna end this dog-dammed log jam of a thread and begin again
in an entirely different cosmos if you keep posting porn like that, Dwain.
Just effin' with ya. Glad you had that dental work done.
zBrown, I just noticed that Ensenada rhymes with a lotta words, y'know what I'm talkin' about?
[Thread idea: post a word, ask for rhyming words or phrases, put them all in a barrel
and let Gnome play around with them (I'm not promising ANYTHING).
And then we can read the finished product in chorus and call it community action poetry.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 10:45am PT
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Olive tree branches thrusting into the sky.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olive_Branch_Petition
Apples at Camp Runamucka, Greeley Hill. This tree bore these and then died off.
Now the Rev tells me he's going to lose ALL of his pines to the bark beetles.
On the banks of the Merced River near Merced Falls at my brother's place.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Twofer for ya(dayadayada).
Zenyatta Mondatta
This one is sketchy
La Cañada Flintridge
For the sonically challenged.
Kitchen
a) table
b) bitchen
c) floor
d) knife
For the Supersonically challenged, call Fred "Downtown" Brown (aka Downtown "Freddie" Brown).
Professional courtesy shot of Mr. Brown pitching a throw at the ring.
Ask former Detroit native, Ernestine, on this one.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Slain by an El Cap Dream
I was soloing across a giant slab
No worries as I looked about
Hundreds of feet above the trees
I thought I heard some people shout
And wondered even less beyond
The massive scale and span of rock
In a thousand feet of stone traversed
Above my head there soared a hawk
From right to left I moved and stepped
No holds beyond the sloping flake
My smears and fingers never slipped
No ropes or falls my belay to take
As my sleeper climbing self moved on
Unaware of all the obvious facts
To the point when all my fear rose up
Noting that I might get the ax
Only then did I realize
I’d been soling on the ‘Captain’s stone
With acknowledgement of the absurdity
I braced with a sullen cautious tone
From ledge to ledge I worked on down
The Cookie Cliff somehow enjoined
A heinous five ten to down climb
The route on tip of tongue un-coined
So there I was perched and stepping off
Dream and reality blurred my mind
I felt abject horror at casting off
And knew that I was about to die
One step below off an overhang
Still hundreds of vertical feet up high
I woke well aware of the consequence
And thanked my lucky stars did I
-bushman
05/01/2016
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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I just now noticed that El Cap pic was backwards, Ha Ha!
Beautiful imagery though.
Up to the Nat Geo editors I guess, talk to the hand...such is art.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 12:56pm PT
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It's Sunday, which may mean, if you aren't out climbing, like if you are RECOVERING from a FALL (howdy Skully!) or can't go anyplace due to lack of funds cuz it's the end of the month, watching basketball, NASCAR, or old movies on TV.
If you're stuck watching basketball, here you go. If you're stuck watching NASCAR, tough beans.
"God doesn't take people out for a technical foul...Don't misuse the shoes."
[Click to View YouTube Video]Fast forward to about 12:20 to see the Archangel of Basketball.
Jim Varney movies are for ten year-old boys or seven year-old girls, in my curmudgeonly view. There are literally dozens of dumb movies (many of them Disney-produced) which starred Jim Varney, many like Ernest Slam Dunks.
I'm glad to have found Your World As I See It, likely the single GOOD thing in which he performed, at least to my taste. Your taste may vary, but I am truly sorry for that.
[Click to View YouTube Video]This is a parody of the film, "Your World as I see it". A sketch comedy movie about Aster Clement criticizing the life of the common man. Namely Ernest P. Worrell and his family members.
Who is Ernest P Worrell? Ernest P. Worrell is a fictional character portrayed by American actor Jim Varney in a series of television commercials, and later in a television series (Hey Vern, It's Ernest!) as well as a series of feature films. He has even had some films made by The Walt Disney Company, "Ernest Goes To Camp", "Ernest Saves Christmas", "Ernest Goes To Splash Mountain", "Ernest Goes to Jail", & "Ernest Scared Stupid".
Ernest was created by the Nashville advertising agency Carden and Cherry and was used in various local television ad campaigns. The rubber-faced Ernest, almost always dressed in a denim vest and baseball cap, appeared at the door of an unseen and unheard but seemingly unwilling neighbor named Vern. The spots were structured in a way to allow the viewer to be "Vern", as Varney looked directly in the camera whenever Vern was addressed. Ernest's seemingly pointless conversations with Vern – which were actually a monologue due to Vern never responding – inevitably rambled around to a favorable description of the sponsor's product, followed by his signature close,
"KnowhutImean?"
But muddy waters run knee deep or, on the other foot, they can be full of surprises.
A Tribute to Jim Varney
http://jimvarney.org/deetrib.html
It's Sunday, so I don't feel too awkward presenting this link by a born-again back-slidin' preacher with a gold chain, though that in itself might be enough to put one off, to keep one from at least skimming what is in the link.
I present it in the spirit of fair play because you can't judge a book by its cover and it is silly to judge an actor by the roles which he plays, in the main.
Here is the preacher, Billy Dee, whoever in the limbo he may be, and he is "witnessing" and I do believe his take on Jim. The rest, well, that's up to the individual and you know me, so, take it or leave it. It's all the same.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 01:10pm PT
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I just now noticed that El Cap pic was backwards, Ha Ha!
Reversal of Fortune
There's an app for that, I believe that is true.
And ye olde Photoshop can reverse images, too.
Good thing you slept through that and stepped in no poo
Left behind on the climb like some ass-biters do.
You might have then fallen and turned into goo
To be scraped, bagged and tagged by Werner's stout crew.
Whew! Close one, son! Now let's have us some brew!
MFM/just now
Edit for CC: Zoom-zoom! I'm havin' Cream of Wheat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 01:41pm PT
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http://www.desertusa.com/desert-california/borax.html
From the sections titled "A Hard Road" and "Glamorizing Borax."
By 1888, Harmony’s mule teams had hauled over 20 million tons of borax. Harmony Borax had been financially kind to William T. Coleman and might well have remained so. But in late 1888, borax prices tumbled when deposits of the mineral were discovered closer to rail lines. Financially devastated, Coleman filed for bankruptcy, and the torch of borax leadership passed to Francis Marion “Borax” Smith, a borax producer with extensive borate properties in western Nevada.
Smith bought Coleman’s holdings and incorporated them with his own as the Pacific Coast Borax Company. The death knell of the mule teams was sounded in 1890, when a narrow-gauge railway was built from Death Valley to Ryan. Smith’s operation flourished in the 1890s. He hired J. W. Mather to administer his New York office. In Mather’s first year, borax sales quadrupled. Mather’s son, Steven, more than earned his keep with Pacific Coast Borax by thinking up innovative ways to boost sales.
Young Mather, who had been a reporter for the New York Sun, knew a good human-interest yarn when he saw one, and Death Valley borax was such a story. The mule teams particularly tickled his journalistic – and commercial – fancy. Mather persuaded a fellow Sun reporter, J. R. Spears, to write a book to help glamorize borax. Spears produced Illustrated Sketches of Death Valley, which put the 20-mule team on the map.
“Borax” Smith’s initial enthusiasm for a proposal by Steven Mather to use the “20 Mule Team” as a corporate symbol was cool. “No, I can't say I like the idea of the ‘Mule Team’ brand of borax,” he said. “My name and that of the company should be in the foreground.” Eventually, Mather prevailed, and the name “Smith” was eclipsed by an illustration of a 20-mule team as the company’s trademark.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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ThoughtCrime and NewSpeak
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Ignorance is strength...
Peacekeeper (OP: Anything to keep the peace)
The LGM-118 Peacekeeper, also known as the MX missile (for Missile-eXperimental), was a land-based ICBM deployed by the United States starting in 1986. The Peacekeeper was a MIRV missile that could carry up to 10 re-entry vehicles, each armed with a 300-kiloton W87 warhead in a Mk.21 reentry vehicle (RV). A total of 50 missiles were deployed starting in 1986, after a long and contentious development program that traced its roots into the 1960s.
Under the START II treaty, which never entered into force, the missiles were to be removed from the US nuclear arsenal in 2005, leaving the LGM-30 Minuteman as the only type of land-based ICBM in the arsenal. Despite the demise of the START II treaty, the last of the LGM-118A Peacekeeper ICBMs was decommissioned on September 19, 2005. Current plans are to move some of the W87 warheads from the decommissioned Peacekeepers to the Minuteman III.
The private launch firm Orbital Sciences Corporation has developed the Minotaur IV, a four-stage civilian expendable launch system using old Peacekeeper components.
Minotaur
In Greek mythology, the Minotaur (/ˈmaɪnətɔː/, /ˈmɪnəˌtɔːr/; Ancient Greek: Μῑνώταυρος [miːnɔ̌ːtau̯ros], Latin: Minotaurus, Etruscan: Θevrumineś) was a creature with the head of a bull and the body of a man or, as described by Roman poet Ovid, a being "part man and part bull". The Minotaur dwelt at the center of the Labyrinth, which was an elaborate maze-like construction designed by the architect Daedalus and his son Icarus, on the command of King Minos of Crete. The Minotaur was eventually killed by the Athenian hero Theseus.
The term Minotaur derives from the Ancient Greek Μῑνώταυρος, a compound of the name Μίνως (Minos) and the noun ταύρος "bull", translated as "(the) Bull of Minos". In Crete, the Minotaur was known by its proper name, Asterion, a name shared with Minos' foster-father.
Minotaur in Dante's Inferno
The Minotaur (infamia di Creti, "infamy of Crete"), appears briefly in Dante's Inferno, in Canto 12 (l. 12–13, 16–21), where Dante and his guide Virgil find themselves picking their way among boulders dislodged on the slope and preparing to enter into the Seventh Circle of Hell.
Dante and Virgil encounter the beast first among the "men of blood": those damned for their violent natures. Many commentators believe that Dante, in a reversal of classical tradition, bestowed the beast with a man's head upon a bull's body.
My sage cried out to him: "You think,
perhaps, this is the Duke of Athens,
who in the world put you to death.
Get away, you beast, for this man
does not come tutored by your sister;
he comes to view your punishments."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 02:02pm PT
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http://www.pbs.org/nationalparks/people/nps/mather/
Which brings us to this link about the founder of the National Park SERVICE.
I found this as a result of watching the Ken Burns documentary on the parks on PBS.
Good old Peter "Digger" Coyote. Gotta try to love the guy. He's paid well--his voice is so "background-y" that it is exceptionally well-suited to the commentary they write for him, they being Dayton Duncan. Credit is due to him, mainly because he kept the whole series in perspective well and it seems the story lines converge around Mather and the presidential prerogatives sanctioned by the Antiquities Act, one being the ability to preserve millions of acres if it is deemed proper by him.
The story about how McKinley National Park became surrounded by wilderness and the story about how Wyoming bitterly opposed this happening in the Teton Range are musts for anyone seriously concerned about preservation, conservation, and the rights of private parties and local populations.
May have more to say later, but this is a day of rest.
I'm afraid that old Flip Flop, who might have come to visit, is on a different trail today. It's all the same to me, of course.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Sensing newspeak, I put on my tie of ignorance:
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