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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 02:13am PT
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In brief: Joint growth
The physeal plates are at the ends of your bones.
This is where the longitudinal growth of bone takes place when you are still young. At skeletal maturity it closes up and no more growth occurs. "epi" means above so the "epiphysis" is the area above the physis, like the epidermis is above the dermis in the skin. The epiphsis is at the end of the bone and forms a joint with the bone next to it.
Source: HealthTap, http://www.healthtap.com/user_questions/28296
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 02:29am PT
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Debbie Friedman, mentioned in the link above about Bob Dylan at Camp Camp.[Click to View YouTube Video]Not all funky,
But a blessing.
Have some turkey,
Have some dressing.
You're a growing boy.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2014 - 03:30am PT
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I know better than to post up with out reading up
but
good morning as it were time to make tracks
the news here is all hit and killed by a train and plane crashes
she made it through un harmed!, big Flames wooha
fully flipped car on the major trail see strings attached song
My first bird was baby, a rescue MaCaw that was just saved and moved on
then the picture below is Brady after the quaterback
She was saucy and cheated at cards. Swore and would grab your finger and laughing pirate she was a wise gal Brady she was the flying tennis ball
now here kinda a diva or just breaking us in.
this sweety is pastchio a terrible name for a girl bird
happy travels and good luck you are mo fond to me then duck who stuck my ear back on my head
thanx Werner duck and by the by what the ..... Quack!!
the germs that the residual zzes caught like last year will now
cycle as the cold shuts down storm widows shut-ins we becomeit is for me as I must scramble them
every school day eggs
get her to school and seeing the time
I'll be driving but no photos
It is raining not snowing here
hear good tis good luck on ones wedding?!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2014 - 03:46am PT
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tread well and
adventure forth
no jimbo won't see
me not. abuse his
liturgical word
surgical word
go in peace
brother mouse
here is the second without seeing
why a open the eyes
you
and
these
flames
are
on
TOP
Garcia YA Latter, ....[Click to View YouTube Video] laughgaphaw Gaphaw
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2014 - 07:04pm PT
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HEY say take a look at rhymes with italy's latest TR post
An Oddyssey to Shangri La (FA and an FFA in a little paradise)
by Vitaliy M.
wooha and wowsa
Vitaliy sure gets it and gets it done.
roght ,roght! RIGHT!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 07:04pm PT
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Mairzy Doats
I know a ditty, nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:
Mairzy doats And dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats And Dozy Doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy"
Oh! mairzy doats and dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you - oo?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
it's no harder speaking that-a-way than it is to speak (rite, i mean, write?) in norwegian, bud
foreign example
these threads he concepts
in his isolatry
woden's shoe is birdseye wood
his mares eat oaks
his liddel lambs get scarified in trench-mouth warfare
oh what big sot teeth they have
allies all look the same in their twelve-ounce cans
dead boulderers lying there
in talus requiescat in pace
painted rum red, bone white and ameriblue
kill u some ivy, too
but spare the lambs, see?
My father, Boomer, used to love to sing Mairzy Doats when we drove long distances. We could never match him. The words were...weird.
and
his main song, and one on which Mom joined in to sing,
and we kids (once we began thinking that we understood "syncopatience"--took a little while,
lots of trips up and back from Sac to Redding visiting folks0, was this little ditty.[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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Nov 18, 2014 - 10:07am PT
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Johnny Cash is no longer here.
Sue is no longer here.
David is still here.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Sue (Or In a Season of Crime)
by David Bowie
Sue
I've got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue
The clinic called
The x-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home(?)
Sue you said you want it written
Sue, the virgin on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime none need atone
I've kissed your face
Sue, I've pushed you down beneath the weeds(?)
Endless fate in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue, goodbye
Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 18, 2014 - 12:41pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ay! que bonito es volar,
a las 2 de la mañana,
a las 2 de la mañana,
Ay! que bonito es volar, ay mamá!.
Volar y dejarse caer,
en los brazos de una dama
ay! que bonito es volar,
a las 2 de la mañana, ay mamá!
Me agarra la bruja
me lleva a su casa,
me vuelve maceta
y una calabaza.
Me agarra la bruja
me lleva al cerrito,
me vuelve maceta
y un calabazito.
Ay! dígame, dígame,
dígame usted,
¿cuántas criaturitas
Se ha chupado usted?
Ninguna, ninguna,
ninguna no sé,
ando en pretenciones
de chuparme a usted.
Repite Ay! me espantó una mujer,
¿a dónde?
en medio del mar salado,
en medio del mar salado,
ay! me espantó una mujer Ay mamá!
Por qué no queria creer
lo que otros me habian contado
lo de arriba era mujer
y lo de abajo pezcado, ay mamá!
Cuando a mi mujer la encuentro acostada
le jalo las colchas no me dice nada
cuando a mi mujer la encuentro durmiendo
le jalo las colchas y salgo corriendo
Ay! dígame, dígame
dígame usted
¿Cuántas criaturitas
se ha chupado usted?
ninguna, ninguna
ninguna no sé,
ando en pretenciones
de chuparme a usted.
A la bruja me encontre
en el aire iba volando
en el aire iba volando
a la bruja me encontre, ay mamá!
Entonces le pregunté:
que ¿a quién andaba buscando?
me dijo ¿Quién es usted?
soy cantador de huapango, ay mamá!
Escóndete Chepa,
escóndete Juana,
que ahí anda la bruja
debajo de la cama.
Escóndete Chepa
escóndete Joba,
que ahí anada la bruja
volando en su escoba.
Ay! dígame, dígame
dígame usted
¿Cuántas criaturitas
se ha chupado usted?
ninguna, ninguna
ninguna no sé,
ando en pretenciones
de chuparme a usted.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2014 - 08:32pm PT
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Burglary in Florida
(Courtesy of Johnny Feaver.)
Sometimes things that really happen are funnier than stuff made up:
When southern Florida resident Nathan Radlich's house was burglarized recently, thieves ignored his wide screen plasma TV, his VCR, and even left his Rolex watch.
What they did take, however, was a white box filled with a grayish-white powder. (That's the way the police report described it.)
A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police said that it looked similar to high grade cocaine and they'd probably thought they'd hit the big time.
Later, Nathan stood in front of numerous TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: "Please return the cremated remains of my sister, Gertrude. She died three years ago."
The next morning, the bullet-riddled corpse of a local drug dealer known as Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan's doorstep. The white box was there too; about half of Gertrude's ashes remained.
Scotch taped to the box was this note which said: "Hoochie sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day."
And you thought California was the land of fruits and nuts?
[FYI fun fact: CA has more zombies, per capita, than FL according to the last census.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 06:33am PT
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So John McCormack, the tenor, was among the best tenors ever recorded
AND
a nobleman of the Vatican. He sounds Irish. He must have had some good drinking songs in his repertoire.
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Beer, the breakfast of champions.
Cheers to you each morning.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 08:49am PT
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THE DRUNK POETS SOCIETY MEETS TODAY AT REINERO'S. Be there or be square.
Allen Tate.He was a white supremacist but a good poet.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Tate
Allen Tate reading Winter Mask (To the memory of W.B. Yeats)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGHbRNTJI80
Not a poet, not norwegian.
Mikhail Lomonosov, Born-dated today in 1711. Wrote Epistle on the Usefulness of Glass--it helps beer to taste better and photographs could not be made without it, all I really wanna know about glass.
He may have looked something like this, according to Moswood, the official Russian state music organ.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Billy Sunday, the baseball player (no glove era) and popular preacher. He was a big hit when people flocked to hear him lay down the word, especially on the gentle art of bunting, a burning topic among fans.
Converted to evangelical Christianity in the 1880s, Sunday left baseball for the Christian ministry. He gradually developed his skills as a pulpit evangelist in the Midwest and then, during the early 20th century, he became the nation's most famous evangelist with his colloquial sermons and frenetic delivery.
Sunday held widely reported campaigns in America's largest cities, and he attracted the largest crowds of any evangelist before the advent of electronic sound systems.
He also made a great deal of money and was welcomed into the homes of the wealthy and influential. Sunday was a strong supporter of Prohibition, and his preaching likely played a significant role in the adoption of the Eighteenth Amendment in 1919.
Despite questions about his income, no scandal ever touched Sunday.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Sunday
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Put me in, put me in![Click to View YouTube Video]"A wee bit Crusty, young Simpson."--GroundSleeper Willy (not norwegian, either, but Scots)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 09:18am PT
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I witnessed ten drops of soft rain this morning.
No hard rain's a-gonna fall, looks like.
Shite. Ma Nature's really uptight, huh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 09:34am PT
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But you look good in that style of lampshade, man.
As long as you swing when you get to the party, and don't hit too many party-foul balls, and your own booze, you are coolio.
Haven't you any of Tami's "new black" outfits?
Dingus does, most likely. He may let you borrow something if the size is the same.
Choo-choo!!!
I'm gonna take a nap. Find us some more music, s'il vous plait, please.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 19, 2014 - 11:06am PT
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The big wall credo. The only good wall is a drywall? Stop screwing things into that wall.
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