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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Tune in to ashevilefm.org for Musical Migrations as we speak. I am celebrating Women's History Month with women musicians from around the world. If you miss the live broadcast you can catch the archive starting tomorrow.
http://ashevillefm.org
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I wonder
if the Big Fans of Alex "FreeSolo" Honnolove
would be so smitten if he wore a fingerless mitten
of the fur of a kitten
on only one hand
and a single spangled gaiter
(in red, white, and blue)
on only one foot
and a single knee pad
that is just a plain knee pad
that he must wear
like a teddy bear
which has a big hole
patched with duct tape
and a large assemblage of necklaces
around his neck
in homage
to his ideel, l'il t
the rappelling star
with the magnetic personality
and the magical ability
to make his words mela-chameleonly,
baby.
What's that in your nappy,
my baby?
What makes you happy,
my baby?
Who is your pappy,
my baby?
Don't cry for me,
Baby Lon.
Sing to me like Boy George
On our trip to Royal's Gorge.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Locals exist here that are found nowhere else in the world.
They are happy
with a crappy
tent to sleep in
a beater to creep along in
to not have to spend what they have
on ropes and only once in a while
can they afford resoles
and never hardly new shoes.
I'm dreaming, I know,
for today there are rules which deny one the ability to be a dirtbag
if such there truly ever were.
And then along comes Slings
who did without things
that today are de rigeur
but who seldom was heard
uttering a discouraging word
about anyone or anything
although he was apparently deeply melan-chameleonly
but appeared happy
equable, even.
Wuzzy a die-hard?
Wuzzy never gonna try harder?
He did not play the Crying Game.
He stood up in his slings and felt like Jesus' son.
He is not the only one
among the seeming "lost" souls
who feel like the world deserves to leave him be he.
Kumbaya, ye.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Glad to see you abandoned the now discredited "tard" word mfm and I think you have about 10 days to reconsider and delete.
Say what, MF?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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weedge yoost luv to see u, u muckle flugger[Click to View YouTube Video]spit anywhere
talk til ur blue
it's four in the morning
it's time to quaff
when i shoveled some snow
up my nose to watch meself grow
i thought it was good
i misunderstood
Gabriel Sovulewski's family visiting at the office.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Abounding double doubles.
I'd borrow this, Psilocyborg, but then I'd have to give it (them) back.Highly entertaining, I must say!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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The Western Company Salt Works still in operation after nearly 100 years, has played an important role in the solar salt industry in Southern California. The site retains a high degree of integrity and has changed little since its reconstruction following the great flood of 1916. By 1922 the Salt Works grew to nine buildings and thirty-two salt ponds and levees. This complex of early 20th century industrial works conveys a sense of function and industry that is unique. During the late 1990's a move to incorporate the Salt Works as part of a National Wildlife Reserve was proposed and finalized by 1999. Deemed National Register eligible, this property should stand as a testimony of purpose and longevity. [San Diego SOHO 2002
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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SIHT 'ER THE GLOOM GROWS OR MY PLACE TONIGHT
GOOD DOG DONE UP AND DIED !![Click to View YouTube Video]
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EVEL,
Hey To ,Also in many ways that was pass the smelly sox not sick fox to stomp when a light toe was called for,
I have climbed all over but was an invested local in the Gunks till the boltzs went rampant. I haven't been back more than a handful of times in ten years.
I have been an east coast lurker on the shoals but in the Deep end of the pool. if we have met that is cool that i ask all that want to to guess in private as it is easy to see, but that i prefer Gnome is the way at least today.
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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OK So here goes my first lame post to this thread.
Mouse! Thank You for starting this! WOW is all I can say. (Type.)
Yeah, I'm the Worlds Greatest Lurker. So What.
THANKS MOUSE for THE BEST THREAD on the StuporTorpor!!!
THANKS GNOME!!! (Ithought I knew Who You are. Tokk a chance and I guess I'm wrong.
Gnome-Don't mean to pry, but can't shake the feeling we know each other. PM me if ya want.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A death in the family is no joke.
My condolence, buddy. :0(
Nederlanders do not exactly abound here.
We celebrate your taste
In entertainment and in locale.
You have given us a gift
You have given us a lift
You have survived flaming drift
--John Denver Omelette
But such sweet confusion
Is such an illusion
If we didn't do it somebody else wouldn't.[Click to View YouTube Video]
We'll check with Martha Stewart, John Stewart, and Pat Stewart, if he ever comes back by.
The falls are in the right place, at least.El Cap and clouds, too.
Nice to see you be you.
Keep it unreal, Evel.
And B. Goode.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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sad but as unbelievable as so much of that sweet ones long life 15, to the fact that tact lak is to find the teremerity to spray the dada dada daddy-o- is trea' apra pough ?? spelling frenchish will wait as the game is a foot and hounds past will be conjured throughout the night!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Motorpsycho Nightmare?
No, wait. Later in the interview, he starts talking about transfiguration again, and he presses the point. He brandishes a dog-eared copy of the book Hell’s Angel: The Life and Times of Sonny Barger and the Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club. He cites a chapter in the book that recounts how Robert Zimmerman, the 21-year-old president of the San Bernardino chapter of the Hells Angels, who lived on Walnut Street in San Bernardino, was killed in a 1961 motorcycle accident in Madera County. That accident was a precursor, Dylan believes, to his own motorcycle accident in 1966 near Woodstock, N.Y. The two events were directly related and they completed Dylan’s transformation into a new person, he says.
He can’t be serious about this, right?
Wait, he really is. He goes off on it for a third time during the course of the interview. “I’m showing you a book that’s been written and published. I mean, look at all the connecting things: motorcycles, Bobby Zimmerman. … And there’s more to it than even that. … I’d always been different than other people, but this book told me why. … I didn’t know who I was before I read the Barger book.”
Hotel Georges V - Paris, France
23 May 1966 Press Conference.
Excerpts broadcast by French radio June 1966 in the program Salut les Copains, rebroadcast June 1984.
Mono radio broadcast, 1 minute.
Reporter: What did you think of your first night in Paris?
Dylan: It was very dull.
Reporter: Why is the puppet here?
Dylan: It followed me.
Reporter: Is it a mascot?
Dylan: No, it’s a religious symbol.
Reporter: What religion?
Dylan: It’s a symbol of the religion of tears.
Reporter: How much are you getting paid for your concert in Paris?
Dylan: 350 million dollars.
Reporter: Tomorrow is your birthday - how do you feel about that?
Dylan: It’s a crime to talk about it.
Reporter: Why do you sing?
Dylan: Because I like to sing.
Reporter: Do you want to express something with your singing?
Dylan: No.
Q: What do you think about death?
Dylan: Very exciting.
Reporter: Which song will you open with tomorrow night?
Dylan: ‘Hello Dolly’.
I dig farmers, don't shoot me please!
What do doctors know about farming? Ask an academic.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Dedicated to all the Evels out there (at least the two I'm aware of anyway). I did know an Emil a long time ago. Today we'd probably call him emil-Z.
Mother Superior (or was it Brother Serra) jumped the gun ... pfffffft ... Evel jumped the shark.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Enough of this
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Maggie was a tool.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
SHOVEL SlIDING
Along in Frbruary when the Weather Men sent a thaw and one could almost feel Earth relax from winter tautness, a young gnome looked forward to a spell of good sliding.
It was FUN to coast down hill roads after the snow roller had packed the going smooth.
On long hills with deep than-you-ma'ams and a curve or two it was reasonably exciting. But the best fun came when a cold spell followed a thaw or a warm ain.
The the fields and slopes were ICE-HARD. One could start at the top of the upland pasture,
shoot down through the roadside bar-way, and rush far over the meadow on a lightweight double RUNNER.
(The sled is sliding and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still,
If the trees don't stop you then the RUN-OUT will.)
It wasn't a real winter, however, unless a lad had a chance to do some shovel sliding. There was nothing quite like it in the realm of transportation.
The big steel sawdust scoop that one used to bed down the cows at night made a perfect sled.
(Pay attention, Ron...)
The STEEP SLOPE that slanted upward from the pasture ravaine was a made-to-order spot.
One settled one's posterior firmly in the scoop, held the handle in one's hands, and took off.
the crust was as slippery as ice, and in a few yards (approximately three meters) one had gathered exciting momentum.
The shovel took unpredictable swoops, swirls, and side tangents (like The Flames).
Sometimes the unevenness of a HUMMOCK would throw one into a spin and a dozen neck-snapping circles.
On a zeroish day tears streamed from wind-burned eyes, and a fellow lay back a moment on the crust over the brook to catch his breath.
Modern folks prefer swooping over soft snow on waxed wooden slats, but the countryman still claims shovel sliding is the best of winter sports.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Play In The Snow (1945) Vintage Winter Classroom Film
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdu4ppoi5No
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... thank you for the nice pidgeon pics...
nice blues...
and, as to blue, blues...
oh my, sir gnome, :( and dear wife of his...
my condolences as to the lovely dog... daisy...
i just saw at the dog thread, (where i go for pet smiles) and
was very sad to learn of your loss...
god bless you with some comfort, in some new special way, this eve...
also, zbrown... very nice read on the salt...
HAVE not been here and miss it... yes, again, i can't get the pages to load...
i MUST get this mystery solved, i miss it here...
i tried just clicking the FLAMES and going back and doing a few chores, and then, it loaded-ready by then...
:)
mouse, please email and let me know how you be and how you are doing etc...
here for gnome:
may you be comforted, knowing that dear daisy, little doggy, is
sleeping HERE, but waiting to be alive, in the eternal heaven-realm,
with you, on that great eternal day...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
you are both in my thoughts... god bless...
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