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neebee
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calif/texas
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May 19, 2016 - 07:32pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... great road trip!!!
great stuff... would hope to paint some of them, somedayyyyy...
and, say, janice sure looked so lovely there and happy, :(
wish she had more of that in her life, the right way...
perhaps she did not know, that she was special just
for simple easy reasons...
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 19, 2016 - 07:43pm PT
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-- Based on http://www.jasondavies.com/primos/ and http://www.polprimos.com/ .
{-# LANGUAGE NoMonomorphismRestriction #-}
import Data.Active
import Data.Colour.RGBSpace
import Data.Colour.RGBSpace.HSV
import Data.Colour.SRGB
import Diagrams.Backend.Cairo.CmdLine
import Diagrams.Prelude
import Math.NumberTheory.Primes (isPrime)
squiggle len c d
= cycle [ semi, semi # reflectY ]
# take wholeArcs
# (++ [partialArc])
# hcat
# alignL
# lc c
# lcA (hsvBlend (d / len) (blend 0.9 white blue) blue `withOpacity` 0.2)
where
r = d/2
semi = arc 0 (tau/2 :: Rad) # scale r
wholeArcs = floor (len / d)
remLen = len - fromIntegral wholeArcs*d
theta = acos ((remLen - r) / r)
partialArc = arc (Rad theta) (tau/2) # scale r
# if even wholeArcs then id else reflectY
colors :: [Colour Double]
colors = map (uncurryRGB sRGB . fromHSV) (iterate ((`fmod` 360) . (+ga)) 0)
where
ga = 180 * (3 - sqrt 5)
fromHSV h = hsv h 1 1
x `fmod` n | x >= n = x - n
| otherwise = x
squiggles len = (zipWith (squiggle len) colors . map fromIntegral . filter isPrime $ [2 .. floor len - 1])
# mconcat
# beneath dots
# withEnvelope (mempty :: D R2)
# atop (strutX (len + 1) # alignL)
# atop (strutX 180 # alignL)
where
dots = replicate (ceiling len + 2) (circle 0.2 # fc white)
dots = replicate 181 (circle 0.2 # fc white # lc white)
# hcat' with { catMethod = Distrib, sep = 1 }
hsvBlend t c1 c2 = uncurryRGB sRGB . hsv3 $ lerp h2 h1 t
where
[h1, h2] = map (hsvView . toSRGB) [c1,c2]
fst3 (x,_,_) = x
hsv3 (h,s,v) = hsv h s v
{-
main = defaultMain (squiggles l # sized (Width 10)
# beneath (square (l+1) # fc black # alignL)
)
where l = 7
-}
main = animMain (mkActive 0 60 (\t -> squiggles (fromTime t * 3) # sized (Width 10)))
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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 19, 2016 - 09:44pm PT
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MUSIC
The muse is a mysterious alien from some region of the spheres.
Invisible to most, recognition can take years.
When fully realized, it achieves a symbiote;
communicating with our world by note.
Expression runs the gamut in people everywhere,
allowing some to get transported, while others get on a wild tear.
When playing us, the music knows no bounds;
sometimes there’s a rhapsody and other times just sounds.
The ear is the eye of music and voice is the soundboard of the soul.
From outer space to inner peace, the spirit ever seeks release.
--rrider
Say adios to the moon, folks. STorm a-comin'.
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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 20, 2016 - 03:41am PT
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An open commentary which I wrote up especially for BRANDON.
Here. If you've played Mario Bros. you might relate.
http://mojagear.com/journal/2016/01/19/everything-i-learned-about-redpointing-i-learned-from-super-mario-brothers/
Personally, I'm too old to have been a gamer of any kind other than normal climbing games, at least the ones Lito wrote of in his famous essay, Games That Climbers Play.
I've always not had a computer, game console, or X-box, or any gaming device. I've thought of gaming as a total waste of time and questioned the mental capacity of a man who sits in front of a TV monitor running the same sh#t over and over and over. FOR WHAT? Just to pass the time in between UI checks? To run away from problems? To try to beat your boy's high score?
I'm glad old Creed here, who wrote the article, has such an understanding wife/climbing partner. I'd hate to think a man's inability to send would cause domestic violence. I'm sure it may in some households or relationships, because in the world, if it can happen, it probably will.
So, my advice is to always try to do the right thing, not the selfish thing. Think things over. Never react in haste, and MELLOW the hell out on that obsessive desire to be a rock star, especially. It's way secondary to obligations and duties as a spouse and parent, maybe even tertiary.
How's that for advice suitable for a "prospective newlywed," Brandon?
I know you, of all people, are not obsessed by frivolity and false gods.
May your marriage and your life as a human being prosper.
May your children's names fill the telephone directory.
edit: If you think this is misapplied, I can dig it. But SOMEONE out there might read it and find it of some benefit if you do not.
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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 20, 2016 - 05:06am PT
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Yesterday was a good one. Linda slept and slept and slept and I even managed to sleep for several hours, too. She'll be taking Amtrak today around 10 a.m., heading for Bakersfield and a bus over the hills to Vegas from there.
We have a taxi coming to take her over to Amtrak. I will ride my bike over there to see her off.
It's been a good thing for me to have a roommate for a few days. She and I get along well. I'm too old for this stuff, though. I can't function at a high enough level to care for another, however. My body is just not up to it any longer. I get too winded too easily anymore. Not complaining, just coming to grips with the end of my days.
Like I said, it's been a good thing.
Retiring gracefully is not easy. I would rather NOT, however, go raging and screaming. With dignity, please. One should know when it's time and do the right thing.
The older one gets the more the right thing matters, believe me.
The right thing NOW is probably to go back to bed and wait for the dawn which will not appear as it has, as a stark outline of mountains on the eastern rim of the San Joaquin. It will be a solid bank of dark, cold cloud over the entire valley, but I shall be snug in my top bunk until it's time to get up and see Linda off.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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May 20, 2016 - 05:15am PT
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the one thing about places of wonder, home views, that show who we are,
is that pictures can only hint at the feelings those place convey. ( to us individually )
I like your casual drive is it worth a look on google earth? for me it is not.
Is that a thing? I'm sorry if it is,
I would like to see where you've gone, to follow along,
but the home-mac, desk-top, this system , ?
what ever you want to call it ?
Google Earth shuts it down.
Unless I remove every drive?
does this make any sense?
no?
not to The Better Half either.
The Result is we don't "Google Earth" much,
Or better put, I don't do the google earth Satellite maps program,
available to scan around the globe to where ever you want.
I miss not using that feature when I see pictures like those .
Extra evocative if you saw the sway of the road through the land.
I have memories of the rolling hills, that some how include
some of "Da, biggest darn hills" I had ever seen.
This was so many years ago, but you know the ones
the steep California hills some times brown shoot up at a 30% grade.
You show some like the ones I'm thinking of in those snaps.
kid missed the bus
i have no idea where
Moving over stone , a phase I have used, and find a bit hackneyed due to
the video series of the same name, really is a religion
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 20, 2016 - 08:06am PT
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What's up Dock?
The still-debated deed: When pitcher Dock Ellis threw a no-hitter against the Padres on June 12, 1970, did he complete the feat under the hallucinogenic influence of LSD?
Ellis might have been the only player in league history who could be on LSD without anyone being certain about it.
The game lives on, though, because of Ellis’ wild recollections of Pres. Richard Nixon calling balls and strikes and music legend Jimi Hendrix swinging a guitar in the batter’s box.
True? False? Who knows.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 20, 2016 - 08:41am PT
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50 Years Ago: Bob Dylan Stages His Infamous ‘Judas’ Concert (5-17-1966)
I wasn't there, but neither was Kinky Friedman (who said "Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder").
I always thought it was the "play it fuykkking loud concert"
tocad a toda cana = new one on me
Good thing that they got Mickey Jones drum shot in. It is just not the same without it.
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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 20, 2016 - 10:38am PT
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Gnome, here's my way of avoiding using Google Earth, which won't download to my Windows Vista any longer anyway, punks!
Google "Mariposa, CA" and use the map which comes up (or click here).
http://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=mariposa+ca
Start on 140, then follow your nose.
If you find yourself here, you're truly lost.
As we Flames are known to cut a rug on occasion,
like any time we manage to get a lady on the dance floor,
I'm posting this lovely and another like her.
The lady of the dance.
Have a wonderful party, neebee, and congrats on having a DEED!
Cheers!
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 20, 2016 - 05:55pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 20, 2016 - 05:55pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 20, 2016 - 05:56pm PT
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A Place I Like to Go
Out behind the wood pile
There's a place I like to go
When troubles do befall me
Or when I do not know
What the world has in store for me
And nothing feels too sure
Where I usually find solace
In a place I hope endures
With views of the Sierras
There I always feel assured
That world has room to hold me
Where my vision's less obscured
Less muddled by my thinking
And less likely I'm inured
By a world of human drama
Where nothing truly is insured
To see how minuscule is my scale
In all the grandeur of nature
It's a place I like to go
When my head needs to clear
Where my spirit would be found
If ever it were here
-bushman
05/20/2016
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 20, 2016 - 06:23pm PT
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For the Love of Blood or Money
As so it often happens
With a sister and a brother
Henna Stone and Robert Stone
Were quite different from the other
And speaking from experience
I can only give a sigh
To say they always were at odds
Until the day they were to die
Through tragic circumstances
In an accident abroad
Their parents both were killed
Leaving more money than god
With ten billion dollars each
They were the only two relations
She bought stock in blood supply
And he in oil speculation
Then the world became crazy
In a World War III scare
They locked themselves away
In an underground lair
Deep under Greenland
With manufactured fears
There the sibling Stones remained
For almost twenty years
Back in civilization
Their investments fell and grew
But down below the surface
They remained productive too
He'd schooled her in finance while
She'd tutored him in medicine
With news of stable politics
They resurfaced to begin again
She built a worldwide charity
And his capital did accrue
But the world had different plans
Disquiet and social unrest grew
Global conflict spread again
With third world factions warring
He traded all their shares in blood
And disappeared on safari
As it goes in politics
So it always goes in war
While economies might fall
Old money stays in power
Invested in their weaponry
Illegal drugs and medicine
It's always the same old story
On that you can depend
And little did it matter
Their portfolio was now gone
Robert Stone lay badly wounded
With little hope to atone
For the life of the hunt
Where he'd been trampled by a bull
Just a rogue elephant
Who was there like him to kill
To Botswana from Jakarta
Dreading all the while they'd flown
She arrived at his bedside
He'd been crushed and he'd been thrown
But Henna was the rock
His prognosis wasn't good
He was busted up inside
And he'd lost a lot of blood
In the cooler at her feet
There were bags of hemoglobin
She had carried at her side
Over the vast Indian Ocean
She spoke to him of childhood spats
And games that they had played
A smile then crossed his lips
As he squeezed her hand that day
Someone said there'd been a bus crash
She stepped out to take the call
When she returned she kissed his cheek
And then the hardest part of all
She only left 500 units
As the tears rolled down her face
And with the cooler in her hand
She stood up and left the place
-bushman
05/20/2016
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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 20, 2016 - 06:52pm PT
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^^^Nice shot of the moon.
Is that Rodger's plane, loaded with cattle for the orbiting space station,
Midway Earth, staffed by jugglers- and clowns-in-space?
Mickey Jones' downbeat was a shot heard round the world.
Morley Safer ducked.
Bob Marley thought "We're f*#ked? Mon!"
Queen Liz, well, she up-chucked.
But she was no fun, anyway.
That was what I heard.
Talk about absurd.
I don't believe a word.
Somewhere, someone's lyin'.
St. Andrew, he's my friend.
He's cross with old St. George again.
Queen Liz doesn't know when
Or if they'll be reunited.
It's nice to have Bushman back.
Without him there's a certain lack
It's all smoke up the chimney stack
And everyone's kind of aimless.
--MFM
Indeed.
I cannot and will not be responsible for other posters' actions on this thread. It's an honor system, like reporting a climb's rating--NO SANDBAGGING, ESPECIALLY.
Sandbaggers are liars and will be sand-gagged until the eyes begin bulging. If worse comes to worst, they will be assigned to Judas duty to seek out others who may potentially wreck the peace of Middle Earth or of The Flames thread.
The occasional rant is encouraged.
Raiding the place with excl. pts. is puerile behavior and must be tolerated. I, too, once upon a tine, was a careless bravo and self-appointed judge of what is tolerable and what is infantile and what is laudable and what is laughable.
But someone has to try and keep the peace. No matter the price. I'm workin' for free here. Unlike Bushman. He's employed, self-style.
It occurred to me today, just now, in fact.
No one here has a job but him.
What is this, Camp 4 for the retard?
Mebbe so, mebbe no, me no know.
So, "On with the show."
Judas technique for feral goat control.
http://www.pestsmart.org.au/judas-technique-for-feral-goat-control/
Pax and K-Pax, out.
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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 20, 2016 - 10:57pm PT
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How many Bob Smiths are there in the world at any given time?
They probably outnumber the Bob-Tones, the Bob Whites, and the Bob Bob Bobbin' Robin.
Kevin. (Please watch all of this; there is a message at the end of it.)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272152/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_40
Visit
Earth first. Our produce alone is worth the trip.
Thank you for visiting
Middle Earth regardless of where you have been.
You're here now.
We rely on word of mouse and cannot afford glitzy ad campaigns featuring Chihuahuas, tunas with poor taste, and les femmes deshabillement.
KMFM, the sometimes family channel.
Check your listings, times vary, depending.
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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 21, 2016 - 12:26am PT
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I just finished watching (Netflix) the movie Minions, sequel to Despicable Me 1 & 2.
It's got a great classic rock soundtrack, beginning with 19th Nervous Breakdown, and it takes place in 1968, the year I first got on Sunnyside Bench and began my fall from grace.
Linda, my guest from LV, had to call me from the Amtrak station after her train had been delayed indefinitely by problems with track north of Modesto. Of course I invited her back to spend the night. She left her luggage in care of Amtrak and wheeled the twelve blocks back here. We sat at the Cinema Cafe to rest and split a breakfast burrito. I'd been waiting outside for her with my camera as she has no cell phone to call to let me know she's waiting. That is a big drawback to living in a secure building, but worth it.
So we went on back to the studio and here we sat, watching Minions. I haven't been to the store in over a week, the food's low, so I went to Taco Bell, because it was her dime. Now I remember why, besides their stoopid commercials on TV, I never go there on my own. The meat is MUDDY-TASTING, the tortillas are like wet cardboard, too.
On the way over to TB I happened to notice the moon, the full moon, and the sun, the setting sun, were opposite in the sky in a NW/SE line. Photos are on Lynnie's full moon thread.
Today might be called a "training day" by some clever person other than myself, but I said it first.
This afternoon.
While on my way over to the Taco Belch.
Tomorrow looks like a repeat of today but we'll take a city bus to the depot instead of the taxi Linda called this morning. She has no luggage to lug. I'm sure glad I was here for her.
And thanks all, one more time, for your good will, prayers, and the all-important vibes.
PBBB - Two TRains Running
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3WNShA944A
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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 21, 2016 - 05:12am PT
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Trump hammered home his argument that gun rights are critical to fighting terrorism -- raising the specter of recent terrorist attacks.
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A Secret Service officer shot an armed man who approached the White House complex Friday afternoon with a weapon in plain sight and refused to drop it, law enforcement officials said – in an incident that put the White House temporarily on lockdown.
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hooblie,
Let me ask a few questions, rhetorical or not.
Why so European in our tastes?
Should we not be more in tune with "our own country?"
Is the world simply a matter of "cool" vs. "redneck?"
Why are we citizens of the USA so different in our national outlook in our choice of dealing with gun control, for instance, and most to the point of all these differences, in comparison to Europe's attitude, or Canada's, for that matter?
(Excuse me, I need to change the record.)[Click to View YouTube Video]
Has it to do with the same reasons we seem to prefer ACTUAL FOOTBALL over REAL FOOTBALL? A good California vintage over some wines produced in France or Italy or Portugal?
I don't know a single Americano who regularly buys an Italian wine out of habit, with the exception of Wayno, Fritz, or BrokedownClimber. It must be a money thing. I don't have any, very often, yet they are better off and can spend extra for an import. Or it could be exposure to the air of Europe, but I don't know if Wayno's been there, though he probably knows more about wines from Italy, at least, of the three of them.
But these are exceptional people in most regards, so there is no real comparison between them and the average white redneck, the average Native American on the res, or the average colored or Latino dwelling in an Inner City.
I have given up drinking for the most part. Does this leave me...where?
In Asheville, NC, listening to Musical Migrations, seeking answers to these and other seemingly silly, idle questions.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
Gnome tells me he is a regular listener to Gypsy's program. I go there when I feel the urge. I'm not a slave to international music, nor to the blues, nor classical or jazz.
As close to political discourse/wrangling as I care to come.
Bang-bang, shoot-shoot.
I Shot the Mother Superior just as she jumped for the gun,
just when her face turned a whiter shade of pale.
There was no other reason, plain to see.
Ask one of those vestal virgins. They'll tell you.
Or you could just let it be.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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