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Tim Bermingham
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May 21, 2016 - 06:22am PT
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hello Brother mouse. I played golf with the other Mouse on Thursday. He's not in Chi-town....lives in L.A. now. Part time Uber Driver. I bought a fishing permit this year & went to Melones. As soon as I get the license the lake starts going down again! Bass fishing is good if you like small fish. Trout fishing is slow as is the Kokanee bite. Blew up the husky chain saw (only 21 years old). Down to the old McCulloch now. Got the awning repaired on Dad's travel Trailer. Toyota truck blew out the front main seal and is spinning oil out from the shaft and the oil has water in it now...I think it's done for. Big snow on Donner summit yesterday! I shoulda went up. Had a big burn pile of slash I torched instead. Go easy.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 21, 2016 - 06:28am PT
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A Paler Shade of Darkness.
Concha Buika - La Bohemia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keneNnKM_6E
A Softer Side of Sheep Buggery.
"You little sleep buggerer. You are number ten. Bad lambkin. Next time, stay in line."
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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 - 07:22am PT
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He Speaks!
From Jamestown-on Stan, the lurker reveals himself and his doings.
It's good to hear from you, BroTim, and I apologize for not calling to check out what's the haps.
Mars in Pisces -- always good fishin'.
Good report on the fishin'.
Which is the real mission -- right, Mr. Partially-employed Sea Kayaker?
Partial employment counts DOUBLE, in fact, because it shows you have given yourself time to play, with Mo's approval, I'm sure. Domestic bliss is achieved by men who regard their wives with equal respect to themselves.
I've seen you two together and you fit like hand in glove. I could rhapsodize on that, but why? There is a whole TR dedicated to your coupleness, is there not? Gimme a second...
Eureka! Or Ukiah, WTF.
http://www.supertopo.com/tr/Tahoe-Tourons-32nd-Wedding-Anniversary-Ascent/t12514n.html
A trip to Tahoe and nary a mention of lunkers, bait, or lures.
Now that's focus, bro, the product of 34+ years together.
I wonder how Eric and Gnome are gettin' along in the Gunks.
I also wonder if there are giant carp on the Red Planet.
Were there, you can bet BroMike would be makin' a reservation to go and see could he bow-shoot a trophy.
Or there could be a tribe of prehistoric women, living on the coast, all "virgins," you bet, and using red snappers to bait the unwary sojourning angler.
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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 - 07:35am PT
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Out on Highway 99.
Catch of the day out over Half Moon Bay.
Oh, it's out there somewhere...
Check out the Save Mart semi, DMT!
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 21, 2016 - 07:43am PT
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Hunger Flames
part III
I scratched at holds with scraped raw toes and clutched at them with shaking hands
Each stone I groped was loosening fast and slickened by a sickening slime
And slid my fingers along to pull at pockets wherever there was one
There I scratched and there I clung to lunge upwards for an endless time
Itchy pungent creeping things slithered across my face
I slowed the stuttered rhythm of my heaving rasping breath
And pulled my starved and wretched frame onto a gritty ledge
Lying there not knowing how or when I'd meet my certain death
Some creatures strange in dream approached with dark and glistened spiny limbs
At angles odd and spidery they hoisted me and carried me as deftly as the insects do
Immersing me in fragrant warmth like a rose petal and jasmine stew
Enveloped as I sank into this pungent embryonic goo
I floating there in darkness as I slept until a vision came
A moth approached unfolding dusty brown kaleidoscopic wings
Transforming in my consciousness to a bird of brown and feathered span
With a face like that of a woman once I'd loved who pulled at my heart strings
(To be continued)
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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 - 07:45am PT
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^^^Mos' def a Moth-worthy tale.
But the editors of Climbing, R & I, etc., won't touch it - if it's previously appeared in the media {even on ST}.
Their loss, boss.
Let'em climb choss, hoss.
With gnarly, sleazy things abounding.
The change is gonna be good for them, if they only would dare.
At nearly the same time, say half an hour after that full moon shot was made, on the opposite side of the SJV, here comes the sun.
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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 - 07:49am PT
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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 - 08:02am PT
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Queen Etta - You Shook Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGGYw6v1pdc
I'm sure glad that storm petered out.
Go out and get some, Taco brethren and sorority.
I gots to get Linda up and shinin' for the trip back to Nevada.
See you in the funnies.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 21, 2016 - 09:33am PT
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Not only did he like women, but also dogs, the beach and beach volleyball.
Stumpy?
Babalu?
I have never heard of him offering up an opinion on Dylan or Ricky Ricardo.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 21, 2016 - 09:49am PT
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^^^^^^^^ Upthread Mouse, were you referring to the Hunger Flames poems as having been done before? The content? If so, if it appears copied it was subliminal, and at best would be considered as only an exercise tailored to this thread. The play on words in the title (you got it) is obvious.
Unless of course you weren't referring to that, then, nevermind...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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May 21, 2016 - 10:35am PT
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No work in progress, no working title neither :
Evel & gnome go clamberin' enSue, enSures so hilarity! Endures!
Or
enSue, enSures climb attempt by Evel gnome?
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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 - 09:59pm PT
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Bushman, I've emended the sentence you mentioned.
Whatever I said or meant was well-intentioned.
Your poems are fair game, as are everyone's here, like their snapshots, too.
It's discussed in another thread here somewhere.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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May 22, 2016 - 03:32am PT
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hooblie,
Let me ask ... rhetorical or not. Why so ...?
not feeling much "we" regarding the astonishing talent to which i point. rather equidistant in fact,
even from things others might assert should be dutifully defended as "our" cultural features,
this obscure hive of disparate sops notwithstanding.
now, back to plundering this bounty of shiny droppings in the name of simple provocation
(edited, typically so)
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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 22, 2016 - 03:43am PT
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UPON further reflection, Euros are as full of ship as we.
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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 22, 2016 - 04:13am PT
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This proves absolutely nothing except that I began drinking beer at ten a.m. and kept going till five p.m. yesterday.
It was an interesting hang at the pub.
I saw my daughter-in-law, Jennifer, who's Scott's wife. She was going into the Coffee Bandits next door around 1:30.
She told me he's out with the 2 boys somewhere, I forget where, up in the hills.
Good for them. Wish I were too. Jen looked great--the best I've ever seen her look since I've known her.
During the bike ride from the Amtrak depot to the public house I stopped to shoot this fantastic yard of flowers.
Roger Wyans, a local pro photographer, came walking by on his way down to his studio. He lives close by and knows the folks who own the house and yardful of flowers.
Roger was kind enough to look at what I had done and gave a few critiques about lighting, especially. He told me about a setting, one which I've never tried, which is made for close-ups.
This isn't that great--its a bit blurred at the bottom.
I wasn't equipped with a tripod, so I didn't spend much more time there, waiting out the wind, etc.
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