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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 16, 2012 - 07:00am PT
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hey ther mouse... yep, awake... the little boy that i am babysitting will wake up at about 8:30... i was going to go back to sleep, as i woke up at about near 2 am... went to sleep early as he didd, being that i was up all night the night before... :O
but i am too awake now.. i can go to sleep, after he leaves, at 10:00 or so...
so very sorry i cannot see any of the youtube stuff that you and gypsy and all,sahre sahre = share... i type 'transposing' style and it is getting harder and harder to fix... so weary to fix nearly every word, :(
so i just may start typeing in code translation for many words, from now, on, :))
say--am still trying to one day catch gypsie's radio station stuff...
i love music from all over.. .that is bueaty of 'orientle/belly dance/dance de ventre--it can be danced to all kinds of music...
tahitian and flamenco sure are speical in their own frame, though, :)
and lovely hawian, too... i did some of that, both old and new style, but not anymore... need to match story to musci/music for that, and that takes extra time, than just 'moving with musci/music...
:)
well, say now, happy good morning...
*oh, i saw a post on the hyphens... i LVOE/LOVE hypens... i used to use the all the time, typing here, too, but as dial up takes longer nd longer and type goes bad and is harder to do, i hve SADLY left them out... :(
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 07:07am PT
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The Glenlivet in my hand and Ariel Sierra Hamm weren't around in 1967. This is for those who wondered about early SF. When I was twenty early SF meant to me the times when the Sutro Baths were the hot attraction.
Now it might mean a lot to every succeeding generation that passes through the Bay Area, but it naturally means different things to different segments of each ov those generations. Not everyone was a beatnik and not everyone was a hippie and certainly not everyone was punk or post-punk or retro whatever.
The Flames came about in the year 1968. The Cal climbers were 7-10 years earlier, or nearly so.
When the Cal climbers infested Ritter's palatial digs in Berkeley, they were just the same, only different, as the three of us at Apathy House in El Grovo Pacifico. We were less climbers, then, but came to be more so, and filled out nicely, in a manner of speaking. The Berkeley Boys were excitable collegians and dropping-outs leading the same existence, but listening to different tunes, and hitting or missing with the misses just like we did in our peninsula pad.
Apathy House was an official Flames clubhouse when we move in in 1969, fall, just after the release of Abbey Road. we had become Flames the summer before, the late spring, maybe. We all just kind of morphedinto Flames from the remnants of the Dirty Hands of America (I never had much of any truck with this outfit as I was in St. Mary's and in boot camp during this clique's high tide).
Now that I look at it, I was fortunate to have gone away during this lowest of social high tides in the Merced I lived through in this era. It's boring in the SJV. It is for the purpose of relieving this boredom God allowed Yosemite to be spotted just up the road a piece. and brought quicksilver to earth.
"Everybody get up and dance for a change."--bill g
http://www.kikiraina.com/about.htm
I live a block from the local Tahitian, Hawaiian, Samoan dance studio on Main St. They participate in many functions on Main St., like parades, and the show up for the street fairs. Here is something you can share with us, neebee. We shall all bear that in mind, hopefully--that is such a good thing to fix back there in the control panel of my mind.
Speaking of which, it was altered Jan. 1, 1968, significantly. Why do some people feel it's necessary when some others have control problems like seizure, is not mine to wonder over, at least not here. It is ironic, though, in a number of ways, i must say...
In addition to the folks mentioned earlier, the Flames et. al. from Merced, was Sharon Gomes [typed in Flores there and it did not compute, heh--glad I caught that!] who ended being married to the Rev within months--that's another tale. All concerned were there to jam with Quicksilver, the main homegrown Merced contribution to the Haight/Ashbury music scene.
In the wee hours of all-night gigs like this was, when things get a little slack, nobody's really paying attention, things happen. Some cat gave Sharon a hit of relampago blanco de LSD. So Sprout (her nickname) didn't want it--she had to go home that morning with the others and no one knew she had made the trip to SF (one of those capers, uh-huh, so she could be with the Rev).
Larry and I split it in two. I immediately began wanting to leave for some reason and Jones tried to reason with me that we were "in the Navy, for Shit's sake, Mouse. This is what squids do, get f*#ked up and let the SPs deal with it. And we have all the time in the world. Liberty's not over for a long time."
Jones had to get back to Monterey, to Defense Language Institute and bone up on Indonesian, Jack had to go back to the USS Hand Job at Hunter's Pt., and I needed to report back to barracks at TI. The rest were all cruising back to Merced with the Rev in his Fairlane.
Long story short.
It got weird then.
Everybody bonded over in Golden Gate Park.
Kumbaya.
We climbed a few trees, smoked a doob to "mellow us out"--hah!--and we all went our separate ways long before noon.
It beat the hell out of New Year's Eve in Merced.
I wonder where I'll be this year?
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Country Road Twelve at Avenue Nine
Almost heaven, Merced County,
Sierra Mountains, Yosemite Valley,
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Chorus:
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
Is it Merced, mama, or somewhere else?
Take me home, country roads
All my memories, gathered 'round her
My fair city, stranger to blue water
Hot and dusty, painted on the plain
In fall it smells like onions, they make some damn fine wine
Chorus
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' Ninety-Nine I get the feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Chorus x 2 (modulates)
My profound apology to John Denver for taking liberty with his work
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 16, 2012 - 08:35am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 08:49am PT
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Hey, thanks! I have on a red pile garment here and it's just the same color. The Flames are red, but have little to be embarrassed over, except I forgot to mail YOUR present while doing all the other mailing the other day. I went in and out of the old post office three times and didn't get yours mailed! It's ready, just today's Sunday.
I ordered myself a pink rope yesterday.
The whole thing here with the New Year's gig serves the purpose of furthering the climbing career of Mr. Mathis and myself especially. He and I got to climb Sunnyside together as my official first roped climb, thanks to two young ladies who were already on the route with a rope when we showed up aat the belay. I have told that story. I may or may not have mentioned how Sharon Mathis (married by then) and I gonce got way up the off-route chute on Sunnyside, un-roped. We were lucky to get down out of that deadly spot without consequences. Oh, you've been there, too? It's really an easy mistake.
Sprout was just a small part of our tale, but she does have something major to do with it. She is the only one Jeff ever married and she cured him of it permanently. It opens the scene for countless cameos by other ladies, climbers and non-climbers, skiers and non-skiers, most of whom were dancing partners first, of the Rev.
Like Sharon. She just happened to get pregnant and that happens. It was a difficult time for them, as her pregnancy wasn't easy. At the Fillmore West one night in 1969, during another visit from Julie Mathis and friends, she had her miscarriage. "Where's Jeff, Julie?" "Man, Sharon bled all during the Fleetwood Mac set and Jeff took her to the ER. We need to find the others and get a ride with them."
Their marriage went south immediately. C'est la vie.
The Rev was almost free to go climbing, but he needed to do a few things, like ensure he had enough work time to get a climbing grant!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 16, 2012 - 12:05pm PT
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Happy New Year all, not forgetting of course the boys and girls in the band and both Brians.
Speaking in a most peculiar way, if you're out tonight on your bikes you know what to wear.
The good news is that after 12 years of being on them, I'm off the meds (levothyroxine, and yes the first one was free).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 04:41pm PT
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C'est tres bon!
Le cardinal a dit.
Avec son doigts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 09:50pm PT
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Oh, let's all sing like the birdies sing,
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet...
Happy Holidays to Tony Bird.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 10:18pm PT
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Oh, more birdies!
We saw no one on the trip to Starr King. It was in the fall.
In the Pals, we ran into Bardini, went up Winchell 4th class, and Jim soloed Sill, while I ran into problems with a very painful neck and had to settle for Mt. Gayley while he proceeded on Sill.
The Starr King trip was an adventure in fall camping and we had great weather for the time of year. It's chancy in November. You can see the recent storm's leavings.
Joe Fitschen wrote a great account of his first serious attempt as a youth in climbing Starr King. True n00b stuff.
Merry Christmas, Joe!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 17, 2012 - 09:48am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 17, 2012 - 10:50am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 17, 2012 - 01:25pm PT
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Los Tres Amigos, circa 1978-80, not a slackliner in the bunch
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2012 - 02:20pm PT
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hey there say, mouse from merced...
had to use the whole name to match the
'merced' version of that 'country roads' song...
:)
very fun and very nice i love it..
gypsy, WOW, i love the cardinal in hat, card...
thanks for the share...
very sorry i can hear the music and see the video links...
can not comment thusly...
and say, oh my!
as to this:
I live a block from the local Tahitian, Hawaiian, Samoan dance studio on Main St. They participate in many functions on Main St., like parades, and the show up for the street fairs. Here is something you can share with us, neebee. We shall all bear that in mind, hopefully--that is such a good thing to fix back there in the control panel of my mind
thank you!! for sharing the tahitian share!! once in san jose i nearly got to see the tahitian festival parade, etc..
i dancing tahitian, i love the drums...
thank you so much for sharing...
this thread has so much of everything--something for everyone, and the current is always flowing and moving over many nice rocks in the ol'
creek bed... and splashes up on the bank, nicely and sparkles as well..
note:
zbrown, did say you were off of some kind of a medication??
or did i read that wrong... if so, say, congratulations to you...
hope all is well... and if this was just a 'for example type use of words'
than let's all disregard this note, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 17, 2012 - 03:32pm PT
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yes neebee - after 12 years of thyroid medication, I'm off it. It's a strange medical mystery, which we're still in the process of sorting out.
If it's your job to eat a frog, it's best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it's your job to eat two frogs, it's best to eat the biggest one first.
-Mark Twain
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 17, 2012 - 11:00pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2012 - 11:30pm PT
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It's too quiet around here.
We need some Ba-da-boom cha-cha.
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I like these guys, they got some style--the convertible, very cool.
And the elephant...
Need I say more?
I slept all damn day. I may be here awhile. I never got to the post office today, Gypsy. Manana.
brown study
n.
A state of deep thought.
zBrown study
n.
A state of deep listening.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 12:08am PT
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Still too somber.
http://www.youtube.com/user/bigwallyfilms
That's better. We need light and shadows. Activity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkueGekd2jA
Some psychelemedelic toys.
Burn. Miss Burnham from Fresno, one of the Rev's string
of non-successful female relationships, consciousness streaming at its height here, right in front of your eyes. I was wondering how to bore you with more words.
I must tell you Jeff was here for about an hour yesterday--this may be why I slept allll day today. We were jamming with Skip Johnson, one of the guys from Merced High, and we had a great time yammering. But he had to split to visit his pop, Lem, still in the long-term care facility. He'd just come by to get some boards and material for some project and to say hi to his mom and pop. I had left a message at his mom's after calling Denise in Greeley Hill to see whether he was home because I felt like I wanted to speak to him. It's best to follow these prompts, I have found.
He told me a story about bouldering in Camp 4 in 1971.
Skeeter was there, Jeff, and Ron Cagle, not sure who else, he didn't say. As Skeet goes to tackle a problem, he hands Jeff his block of chalk, who then hands it to Ron Cagle. Skeeter jumps off the rock, asks Ron for the block of chalk, then sees a bite taken out of it.
"What the hell, Ron, this isn't edible."
"Yeah, well it tastes terrible, too."
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