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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2015 - 09:29am PT
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We need pics.
Epics.
Ice picks.
Oh musha-di oh pusha-me
on the big rock candy mountain
where the road's been plowed
makes me cry out loud
it's an ugly piled up mountain
Meanwhile, back on the other coast,
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 24, 2015 - 11:48am PT
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I don't know, but I'm always willing to venture a guess, so I'm guessing that after releasing the Pentagon Papers, Ellsworth only felt safe high above the plotted plain. Again I'm not sure, but even once there I don't think he felt totally secure. Notice the helmet. You may have your own view of the world, you may even have a big house and fine car, so like Judas once said, take your pic.
I never thought to ask Mr. Zimmahmann when I was teaching him how to play solo frisbee what in the heck a "plotted plain" is. Maybe I'll mosey on over to his coffee table next trip to Point Dume and demand an answer.
EDIT: After thinking about it the plotted plain must refer to the various plots of land that the Malibu mountains and below have been carved up into.
Rancho Deluxe, Rancho Dylan, The Streisand WildLife Preserve, Cher' Place ...
Just saved myself a lot of driving and he's hardly ever home anyway. Something about a never-ending (good topic for the religion and science3 thread) tour.
My Chinese flashlight actually arrived and was shipped direct to me from there. I loaned my luminosity meter to Castaneda and he didn't return it, so I can't provide direct measurements, but the one rated at 500 lumens certainly looks brighter than the one rated at 55.
Wonder if a badger will notice the difference.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 24, 2015 - 12:15pm PT
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Get yourself into a 'D'icy situation? These fellows are available on a moments notice. Notice white hatz (must be good guys).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jan 24, 2015 - 09:13pm PT
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Wow, Gnome! Beautiful flowers! Thank you for posting up.
fae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 25, 2015 - 08:01am PT
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Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water.
Courtesy of The Great Trees Thread
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 26, 2015 - 03:26pm PT
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,That is the lite bike for the job.^ ^ ^ ^
z I Mizzed IT! BUT just in Time I have come back thru time & edit. . .[Click to View YouTube Video]
really z I Love me some blues and say was that really necessary?
lok lok come and see itZ a gnome sighting!
wee
okay well I was much happier being Pappa Smurf ! the resemblance is disturbing.
Alass, if you had been watching my nemesis eses are apparently soon to grace the pages . . .
so oh well it has been fun as you z already "you know who you are" Me' d at least once if not twice?
yeah it is cool but I have kids going forward and they are the only priority,
so that if, as has been the case, a flare up goes off, then as much as it makes me sad,
I 'lol hello and goodbye!
The wasted left with swelled up elbow.
can you tell ?
That is more of me than ever..
otaa, Durty hair
?? What? there is a lot going on . . .
I blame three of these , Oblama & the Snow!
Everything is a blur, still, again . . .back to the user manual to change the default setting and the try again.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 27, 2015 - 04:10am PT
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FLIP FLOP
FOMO
WHAT DA
PHCK
Z
Out some
one else
please
NOT
ME
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 28, 2015 - 06:05am PT
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Hey burninin it down this eek of a time span has my head in a swrill.
In no order of any note By the nature that I was Given, I have had to look many things up.
Walter Trout, BHO,
Tennerite ,and pre 50's humor, has been the result.
big walloped
Tobia,!
thanx.
Do you know the phrase "hoisted by one's own pitard"
It describes my dilemma, I have never been shy and for the children's sake and because
it is the way to live, I keep to the truth and have just one persona, not two or three,
my son says Avatars, but that is to modern for me.
A very short cross check of the other site, with any action, and the inquiring mind can find my
identity,
Why Bother?
I Have kids, going forward I do not want to have my silly or seriously twisted up posts, ment to be funny, old school ?humor? -
to have any negative, repercussions.
That said I hope to return to active climbing this spring, I have sworn off the geezers revenge,
Ice climbing. The built up tolerances to the suffering gives us older guys the ability to say -
'this is nothing we climbed our own frozen tears back in the day'.
(it was quit the Ice, or go live under a rock She said)
Now as in like a pregnancy, at least in duration, if not in discomfort, I am about to give birth to the new climber in me.
This will be the helmet wearing, disgustingly OCD about REDUDANCY, and straight up safety,
type of climber that my kids need to learn from.
Much more in line with the noob like wobbler that I now look like.
ahh the sad fact that beer is bad for a climbers'
belly.
this has no place here but wrote easily to hoobie's selection thank you,
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 28, 2015 - 07:48am PT
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What you've all been waiting for: list of athletes with VO2 Max greater than 90.
97.5 Oskar Svendsen Cycling - Norway
96 Espen Harald Bjerke Norwegian cross country skier
96 Bjørn Dæhlie Norwegian cross country skier
93 Kurt Asle Arvesen Road Cycling - Norway
92.5 Greg LeMond cycling - US
92 Matt Carpenter runner - US
92 Tore Ruud Hofstad Norwegian cross country skier
91 Gunde Svan Swedish XC-skier
91 Harri Kirvesniem Finnish cross country skier
Not an African runner to be found. Is this due to a lack of machinery in the Thrid World. Are their lungs deflated like a Tom Brady football. Too much pinetar (it doesn't show up well on dark skin).
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Jan 28, 2015 - 04:54pm PT
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zb, i would expect that it has something to do with availability to max V0² lab. The Swedish people wrote the book on exercise physiology. We followed their lead.
Certainly the long distance runners rank somewhere near the 90's.
But then again someone with a max V0² in between 60 & 70 combined with a higher percentage of slow twitch muscle fiber make champions. In udder words it can be mix of contributions to be the fast man or woman on the course.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 28, 2015 - 05:22pm PT
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I'd agree that it's more a money issue than anything else. On the other hand, you'd think that with all the distance races that Africans win, some interested researcher would offer some of them a freebee just to see what their numbers look like.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 29, 2015 - 03:07pm PT
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Our mfm wrote this and I moved it here with out asking ??
It is a COMMENT ON THE BOOK, that was in french.
here is the link
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/2311589/Large-climbing-book-collection-40-off
dIt may be a $1oo.oo misprint on that price for the Samivel. But not likely.
It's as old as I and in better shape, though.
I've lived this long without it, I'm gunna say "No, thanks, Harry. I still haven't finishe some of the last boxful."
Nice stash of books.
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Sous l'oeil des choucas...ou les plaisirs de l'Alpinisme
Sous l'oeil des choucas … ou les plaisirs de l' Alpinisme. Eighty plates bv Samivel, with foreword by Guido Rey. 4 to. Paris : Delagrave, 1933. Price Fr. 25.
The pleasures of Alpinism depicted by Samivel, with a foreword by Guido Rey, makes a book that should not be read in hospital after an abdominal operation, unless the patient’s incision has been properly reenforced by pitons and crafty girdings of the rope. For side-splitting it is, and may this serve as due warning.
Two zones of elevation are recognized—the inferior, or that of the telescope; and the superior, that of the jack-daw—in each of which epochal events transpire; possibly, one should say, perspire.
From the lower zone no specimen of humanity is barred, for even a pathetic little old gentleman with an umbrella may gaze upon the Matterhorn. Picnic parties risk their lives for edelweiss, and aerial passengers of the téléférique thumb their noses at the burdened climber on so-called terra-firma below.
But, in the zone of the jack-daw, the cragsman is supreme. Free he is to ponder on the doubtful delights of moraines, and to contemplate in crowded huts the paradox of pressure increasing with elevation. The climbing technique exhibited is as fantastic as was ever condemned by the solons of an Alpine Club, but hazards appear which even gymnasts of the death-defying school have scarcely considered. Who, for instance, has previously recorded being caught on a glacier whose advance was equal to climber’s progress, trapping one on an icy treadmill ?
True, there are experiences which smack of reality and rouse poignant memories. There is the vertiginous peak on which those hairbreath pals, Samovar and Baculot, lose their way because a page of their guidebook is missing; and the slender spire with a sardine-tin poised upon the topmost block as they take the last step of a supposed first-ascent. It keeps one jittering.
Following all this, more intimate portraits present typical specimens of Alpine fauna—the “North-Face Alpinist,” with impressive, nay, monumental (they are proportionately the size of Grant’s tomb) climbing-irons; the “Alpinist Nearly-Exhausted,” who, for twenty years, has threatened to spend next season at the seashore ; the “Alpinist La-La-Itou,” who almost displaces the gravity centres of adjacent aiguilles by the resounding echoes; and, last but not least, that lightning type, never seen —known only by widely spaced tracks in the snow—the “Chronometrie Alpinist,” who receives no impressions save through his time-piece.
Finally, we are given a survey of Alpinism through the ages : from the glacial period to Noah and Ararat, with excerpts from mythology and the medieval, down to the romantic days when “sublime horrors” set the note. But Samivel crosses present time, with television offering a celebrated virtuoso interpreting the first movement of the fissure-in-Z, and explores realms of the future, with a single note of sadness : when all that is left of Alpinism is a row of lonely, deserted needles, with here and there a broken iron or a can protruding from the desolation.
A dangerous book for a dollar, my boys !
J. M. T.
This was just sittin' in the AAC file, don't know who JMT is.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2015 - 06:30am PT
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Jack Palance, Nick Adams, James Dean, Sal Mineo, Natalie Wood, Elvis Presely -- that's an interesting group right there.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2015 - 04:34pm PT
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Ernst Barlach
Deploring the labeling of his works as “cultist” and “mystic” and the implication of critics that he was deliberately obscurist, he wrote:
“I desire nothing whatsoever but to be an artist pure and simple. It is my belief that that which cannot be expressed in words can be conveyed to others through Form. It satisfies both my personal desire and my creative urge to hover and to circle again and again over the problems of the meaning of Life and the grand mountain peaks in the realm of the spirit.”
Barlach was born in Wedel, Germany, in 1870. His father, a country doctor, took the boy on rounds, giving him an early introduction to sickness and death. The institutionalization of his mentally ill mother when Barlach was only thirteen and the death of his father the following year impoverished his family. Despite this, Barlach was able to complete high school and attend art school...where he studied sculpture and went on to achieve renown for his carvings, especially his heavy wood, “modern Gothic” figures..
During his lifetime Barlach’s best-known works were World War I memorials in Hamburg and Magdeburg and religious figures in Lubek’s church of Saint Katherine. His pieces were removed from museums and public places and his publications were banned after he spoke out against political and racial intolerance as Hitler was coming to power. Barlach died in 1938 in Gustrow, Germany. Today his sculptures, drawings, and prints are displayed in his studio/museum in Gustrow and at the Ernst Barlach House in Hamburg.
A leading playwright of the German Expressionist movement, Barlach was also lauded for his posthumously published unfinished novel, Der gestohlene Mond (The Stolen Moon), which has been compared with Franz Kafka’s The Castle and Robert Musil’s the Man Without Qualities.
I call this "Mrs. Brrmingham."
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