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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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[Click to View YouTube Video]
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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2015 - 05:11pm PT
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The Dance of the Free and the Gnome of the Brave.Jack-daw singing Zippety-doo-dah..."Heal these broken wings and I will fly,
Weeping tears I've climbed in the sky,
Many years back in the days gone by.
Blue ice guy, you were only waiting
For this gully to come into blue condition.
Standard deviation for Cavers, VO-wise, zBrown?
Carlos C., flying free Meso-American hairways, applies just a little tab now and then, I've heard.
Speaking of ice and noted Alta Californio New Age Brujos,
OP/ED Page, south bay edition of The Torch, a Flames publication
Boo!
Pope Francis has determined that Junipero Serra is ripe for sainthood. Francis has gone over the line and this is not the beach softball game, either.
This is not a popular move here In Middle Earth, one of California’s most liberal areas. It’s well-known that Father Serra was put in charge of the missions north of Mexico City and that he established nine of the twenty-one missions in California, starting with Mission San Diego de Alcala in 1769. San Diego is the first European settlement in Alta California.
It’s also well-known that California native culture suffered terribly under the mission system. I won’t go into that, so go Google it. It’s too horrible to think of this early in the morning, or even late at night. I think of it whenever I pass a Taco Bell drive-thru.
The pope has decided that the Franciscan friar, who was beatified by Pope John Paul II in 1988, meets saintly standards, that he is standing near the Almighty, and has His ear. Pray to him and he’ll relay your message to the Man. Jesus can’t handle all the traffic, so saints are useful, if you believe in them.
In the process of saint-making, the person whose life is being held under a microscope by church investigators is first given the status of being “venerable.” The Venerable Bede is the one ninety percent of us think of in connection with venerabilty, I’d be willing to bet. Brother Bede was Anglo, not Latino. He never made it past stage one and unless a miracle can be attributed to him, the case is closed on him.
But the Blessed Junipero is set to become Saint Junipero Serra in September and the pope is planning to be in Philadelphia anyway, and so he may well come to California for the bash, er, the sanctification. Knowing the Hispanic population will be enthused, I can’t wait for the results of Serra’s upgrade.
Will there be Junipero burritos and tacos? Will the Junipero taco be followed by the SuperJunipero? Will there be a rash of expletives entering the language, such as “Holy Junipero Dog, BratMan!”? Will we see the release of a movie on the life of Junipero? Will it be like KPAX, with the missionary man telling the locals that in the place from where he comes everyone is subservient to the wishes of one man who never is wrong on matters of faith and morals? Will the Halo Hat be the new craze? (I favor Serra’s straw hat, myself.) Will the tonsure make a comeback in barber shops around the country? Will the Franciscan cincture cord become the new accessory in boutiques from San Francisco to Carmel, where the man’s earthly remains lie?
God, let us hope not! It’s enough that there will be churches named for the man who crapped all over native California, isn’t it? We don’t have to go to church, but we do need that taco now and then from that damned bell-ringing fake Mex taco shop. I admit to a fondness for the venerable Enchirito, which is no longer offered, damn them! It’s mainly why I never go there to eat any longer. While I’m on my white horse, Taco Bell has some of the absolute worst ads (thereby becoming GOOD ads by sticking in the outraged viewer’s mind) ever shown on TV, in my opinion.
Someone give me an “Amen!”
Says here, too, that Father Serra never bothered to learn to surf, even though the beaches were wide open. When they say he was a man of vision, they lie.
I’d say “Vote NO” on the Serra initiative, but it’s not a political thing but a draconian move by the papacy. Religion, in spite of “free will,” is not geared that way. No one knows right from wrong better than the popes in Rome, or so the church asserts in the face of common sense and decency.
Genocidal practices are mortal sins, dude! What the hell are you thinking, Francis? Or are you just California dreaming?
As they say down at the Pump House, “So it goes, flow with it.”
Thump them with the Bibles,
Prod them with the swords.
Catholics or Muslims,
Give them God’s own words.
And maybe a read-through of Barb Tuchman's Bible and Sword.
Pope Francis, eh? Imitation has its limitations, I suppose. St. Francis is my kinda saint.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_of_Assisi
Now get up off your sore knees, children, and dance.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2015 - 05:33pm PT
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Though I always preferred the long version of Light My Fire, I prefer my Junipero (or should we say Juniperrito) in short installments.
I cannot recall what year it was that Fra Serra freed the slaves and Juaquin Murrieta, but it doesn't matter now does it? Dylan dug him, even wrote that song about him, "Sara" showing that even the Catholics and the Jews can get along if they just stay away from Gaza.
Bless me father Serra for I have sinned, but then again so have you.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2015 - 05:59pm PT
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BWA-HA-HA!
Pagans round the fire.That's one un-hip cat, man, like, you know?
Nice photos, Gnome.
Imustsay.
And the Old Camp4 Photo thread is in full bloom.
It's great to see there's a Gypsy still roaming in a sense, and some folks' bad weather leads to others' immense
JOY!
A Hammster and a rodent and a muskrat and a gnome and we gotta think about the badger.
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