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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 27, 2016 - 02:20pm PT
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The Hollownet
Login to the grand adventure
Where lurk the covert demons
Among the catacombs
of the ineffable
Somewhere here on Earth
The last place you would look
For reality your dose
yes no yes no
It's the first place
so many find
Yeah
you've got it
The whispering entity
Numerically intelligent
But since you thought of it first insentient
Except in dreams
But what room do you find yourself in
That
Has dreams of itself
Hazards at hand
For you
Fall into the mirror
To disappear
Go back to where you came from
Dark spirits there form
What bugs?
Gnomish bedbugs
Aligning with their masters
To ward off
Our doppelgängers
Scalded to laptop
Smartphone welded to hand
Submerged in ice
Your head exactly placed
welcome friend
To the Hollownet
of the dead
bushman
05/27/2016
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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 27, 2016 - 02:44pm PT
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Dewpaws Profile.
Andalusian Wolfman.
Occupation: Window licker.
Favorite climb: Doggie Deviation.
Favorite smoke: Blue Tick Dream.
Favorite single malt: Glenmorangie.
Favorite LP: Yer Gonna Die by the Devils on the Dance Floor.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 27, 2016 - 03:30pm PT
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^That guy wanted to wash my car window. I thought he was kidding when I asked with what and he replied "my tongue". He had a necklace with a gold crucifix on it when he approached me. Apparently, he's fallen on hard times.
Favorite Fall: hard times
Chinese school kidz on 2625 foot "ladder of success". Most kidz in my neighborhood get driven to school in a car.
China to replace treacherous 2,625-foot ladder to school with slide
Sherpas Training Academy? No steroids detected.
Meahwhile in Novato. School's out for Summer.
Students involved in deadly attack near California high school, officials say
Authorities say one person is dead and another hospitalized after a shooting and stabbing near a San Francisco Bay Area high school.
Late Wednesday night, Novato High School administrators sent a message to parents saying that students were "involved" in the attack and school would be closed Thursday.
and ...
IRS Warns Taxpayers About New Scam Involving Bogus 'Federal Student Tax'
Do not pay the bogus one, just pay the legitimate one. How?
The IRS will never demand payment for guns and knives for students, except in the case of "Military Academy" kidz.
Could the Trumpster jump or dunk?
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 27, 2016 - 05:13pm PT
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Found it up at Ralph's.
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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 27, 2016 - 09:20pm PT
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^^^Another Tree of Heaven, of sorts.
Could be the key to heaven for some sports.
I Dreamed I Saw St. James
Upon arriving at St. James's Gate,
The Angels made me sit and wait and wait.
When I asked I was told to wait a little longer,
St. Peter'd gone out for a taste of something stronger.
Your history is such that you came here,
It's like you were sent around to the rear.
They open the Pearly Gates only on occasion,
Like when a soul has come aboard who merits canonization.
The rest of the ordinary come 'round here.
They're used to Guiness or the local beer.
That champagne they served when Father Serra died?
I thought it tasted of formaldehyde.
It's all set down in chapter seven--
What's bound on earth is bound in heaven.
Cabernet Cab Calloway.[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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Topic Author's Reply - May 28, 2016 - 01:33am PT
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Memorial Day weekend.
Lots of things going on, lots of mosquitoes being cursed in the mountains as the snow melts a bit, flooding low spots.
When the water recedes the mosquito breeds.
And the tourons come out in hordes to match them.
One place folks gather in the largest celebration of speed on the planet is Inianapolis.
The mother of all motor sports, the Memorial 500 is a part of our childhoods and for some it is a central point in their lives. My old neighbor CO Williams is a prime example.
He attends Indy yearly. It's his Mechanidal Mecca. He himself raced bikes and owns several.
He is a retired PG&E foreman and trouble shooter who used to ride skateboards with Throwpie on the streets and hills of SF years ago; plus, he owns a house in Tuscon and attends Giants spring training games. When he's not living in his place on the Russian River.So, Skip, our mutual friend, says he's riding his motorcycle to OKC and then on to Indy in his friend's car and back to OKC and California.
I didn't realize the Indy race is over 100 years old until last year.
http://www.kokomotribune.com/sports/a-century-of-speed/article_2b65fbcc-248b-11e6-b0bb-9328746caa18.html
http://theoldmotor.com/?p=16452
The first Brickyard legend was Italian driver Ralph DePalma, a four-time national champion who won at Indy in a Mercedes in 1915. After the great war that engulfed most of Europe, no non-American driver won at Indy again until Scotland’s Jim Clark in 1965.
Do nothing in a hurry and come back safe.
It's a holiday, not a race.
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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 28, 2016 - 06:29am PT
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PRESENT...ARMS!
Twenty-one seconds.
Do nothing in a hurry.
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Memorial Day, an American holiday observed on the last Monday of May, honors men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 28, 2016 - 06:58am PT
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Historically speaking, by their hatz (though the waterfall is a dead giveaway) you will know them, but just in case.
"Smokey" Robinson
The Chauffeur from Chauffeur Blues
Frankie Boy
Two Good Guys (White Hats)
Roosevelt often failed to appreciate the environmental consequences of his economic agenda. A fan of hydropower, he placed dams across the South and Far West, destroying spawning routes for fish and inundating tens of thousands of acres of wildlife habitat. “A geographer would be hard-pressed to find a major western river that Roosevelt didn’t want to dam,” Brinkley writes. Over time his farm subsidies became one of the largest corporate-welfare programs in the government, while doing little to prevent overfarming and pesticide use.
However
In a 1940 speech in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Roosevelt implored: “We slashed our forests, we used our soils, we encouraged floods . . . all of this so greatly that we were brought rather suddenly to face the fact that unless we gave thought to the lives of our children and grandchildren, they would no longer be able to live and to improve upon our American way of life.”
Doesn't this guy (right) look kinda familiar? While the guy on the left is hardly recognizable, despite the hat.
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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 28, 2016 - 07:21am PT
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Dam fools.
"Contour plowing is the proper way to save topsoil, children."
Learned that in the second grade in Geography.
Avoid erosion like "casting porosity," whatever that is.
Remember the old sign on the freeway?
It read, "Got no change in my pocket,
Gots Casting Porosity instead.
Hitchhike, hitchhike baby," or some such.
http://www.biography.com/people/groups/uso-entertainers
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 28, 2016 - 07:23am PT
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I do not make this stuff up.
Discriminating sign painters, no?
Interestingly enough, they (meaning those discriminatees) seemed to enjoy Jack Randall jusst like Mr. Charlie.
Whoa! I thought for a second that said "N*gger Smith"
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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 28, 2016 - 07:37am PT
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That was Werner in the Glacier Point picture you posted.
He appears to be on the lookout for bogies--Zeros and Messerschmits.
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Two celebrated jokesters, their routine began with Boomer saying, "I'm Lieutenant Bermingham and I'd like to say that Cod is my co-pilot, but he's not. He's the pilot. I'm the co-pilot."
And then they'd break into one of the songs on this tape.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkc_RQfi8D4
Stopid White American's.
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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 28, 2016 - 07:58am PT
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Here is where I'd like to be this weekend. I've never visited it but my folks have, Boomer several times as a youngster.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 28, 2016 - 10:28am PT
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I hear ya T
My nephew's wife. She died young, but cancer did not win in any sense.
It's Infusion Wednesday! #F*#kCancer #TEAMbpw
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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 28, 2016 - 11:59am PT
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What a lousy shame, Tad. Man, I'm so sad...
And I'm so glad Boomer was spared months of pain and died shortly after his diagnosis of leukemia...three days later! Whew!
But that's not why I posted. Let's lighten things up a little, shall we?
I got this on my sister's Facebooger page. She calls it "Lights out at Roaring Camp."
And you know what's coming, dontcha, zBrown?
Cream Live - Sleepytime Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCHE2bxSJqI
The Luck of Roaring Camp was penned by drljefe's antecedent, Mr. Brett Hart.
My sister lives in the vicinity of Twain-Hart.
Some of the uninstructed use the word "forebearer" to describe ancestors. Toatallly wrong! Stupes! But I need to forbear denigrating the uninformed.
I baked a pan of brownies last night. STraight brownies, but I fell asleep and the 45 minutes turned into about an hour plus and they came out like pilot biscuits. They'd be good for a trip into the forest...put them in your coat pocket and then light out into the wild buckaroo, just like John Muir or Galen Clark.
Wasn't like mooseturd pie, nossir. More like large Leggo pieces but more chewy, if you worked it like a chaw. Milk wouldn't soften them. They were suitable for Post up a Rock Tuesday.
Maybe a bit less time and they'd have some redemption coming. As it is, the roaches won't touch them. But I have two left in spite of all that.
Nobody's crying over it here.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Still waiting to hear here from Gnome Ofthe Database.
What's shakin', dude?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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May 28, 2016 - 02:43pm PT
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pleasures of family life have precluded my ability to even follow along.
I am holding out , I know.
It is a good thing no doubt, as I hear that there needs to be some Fire in The Mix!
Now there are some forgettable pics but not to waste the short time between student projects
,The day was perfect, and a fun time was had by all.
The story must be told but the process is on hold.
It was a full feature day starting the way great climbing days do,
with an uncertain early start,
Then, drive to meet a man at some car park outside the home of a Marine In eastbumbfujk.
Then a detour by the municipal road crew, some beers in the morning,
Get supplies, Gatorade, a sandwich or two.
Then flash passes at the parking lot. Next -
The typical short walk to the base of the Nears, Where we start to rope up.
While this was happening two things struck-
a baby snake fell from somewhere above to land at big Evel's feet.
While looking at the species to see if it was a baby cooper-head, the
Hardened Marine, from life above 10 thousand feet found a lucky amulet.
A tinny earring sized version of ; The ever watching eye in the hand of God, are we believers?! ( sure, why not? What could it hurt?)
We spoke about the folks we both knew, marveled at the ways our joint existence had run down many of the same paths.
We have both been climbing forever, since childhood, in some of the same haunts.
It all was so similar, yet we barley knew of each other way back when.
We ran in overlapping small, different circles. As we shared some times and
memories of one or two old friends, we determined that we had never roped in together.
When I got home and shared the trials & tales,
my wife saw that picture, & spit coffee at me,
"hey that's the guy who joined Keith & I, on the ledge!"
The story is one of those,
- while out guiding, the trouble your girl will get into -
the type of things you're glad you are laughing about, not searching for words
to explain to loved ones who were counting on you to climb with and keep her safe.
As delicately as I can put this,
Well into the mid 90s things were very casual at the cliffs.
Beers and cigs -( harder stuff, whiskey n' 'cid', not so much, but some)
Always pre-rolled spliffs before, on the ledges and at the top were often
just the regular way of going climbin'.
The story she tells me, needs a bit of set up.
As high summer would roll on, my weekends, my mornings started early,
shlepping gear, meeting clients, shoes, harnesses, waivers that whole drill.
So mostly the girl would make her own plans or just go see who
was not to hungover to get out and get some pitches in.
She is the tall blond, hourglass shaped girl, with a frizzy attempt at a "Rachel" hair-do. Strapped into 4 layers the way big chested girls have to;
full support bra, sports bra two types of tee shirts- to stop any more than ' a butt crack' of cleavage from showing out the top for the leering boys, the leering of men, to look at.
There are benefits to having elastic wrapped boobs, for one they make a convenient places to carry things,; inhalers, lighters, flasks & cigarettes.
This was the case when she was getting ready to follow my pal 'Lobes'. Keith, he was well pickled, hungover, and always, painfully shy from having been 'with-out' for soo long.
My girl, very simpatico, not a tease, & is glad to be with a gruff character. Then out of nowhere struts a tall blond norseman with a beer in his pocket, he sees 'Lobes', has no idea that the cute girl is waiting to be put on belay, & climbs up to the ledge, no rope.
Keith, knows that this will not sit well with my girl, & says "hey I didn't solo up in front of you, it was that dude! and could you bring me up a cigarette?"
Now, my girl, climbing in bike shorts, over tights; has no pockets.
Feeling obliged, dutifully compelled by her fearless? (hungover, still drunk?) leader;
she checks Keith's pack to retrieve not one cigarette, but the pack (soft-pack Camels).
Also seeing it there, a lighter, then her own inhaler & maybe some thing else in there? the boys faces, she says were priceless.
As she best remembers, Keith was speechless, as she delivered not a single 'nail' but a party, and said he was envious of the soft-pack, the cellophane was warm, condensation having formed a foggy spot in the center of the pack.
there ya go-
Giggling in the froth, gurgles, blurts n' noises most un becoming (a new bride. . .)
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