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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2012 - 11:33pm PT
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Batso couldn't cut the boredom, so he formed his own group. More farce, but fewer farts?
Anyone know the people on Batso's right?
This was taken by my climbing partner from Upper Michigan, Kelly Laakso. So he was burned out at Indian Cyn. and came to Moab, only to run into these burn-outs.
Then he came west to do Lurking Fear. With Mouse,
who learned from this guy, Millis, who learned from Chuck Ostin, among others.
His partial legacy: Hamm, Mouse, Throwpie, Mathis, Tuolumne, 1973 or 1974?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:05am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yes, yes, yes! We are not to be confused with these black musicians or the hippie scums.
We are not Famous Flames, but infamous stealers of government biscuits.
I gott go make some Cowboy caw-fee.
Larry "Cowboy Larry" aka "Crazy Larry" Moore.
The best free climber in the bunch. Despite the Bircheff's reputation, shining as it is, Larry could've kept up with almost anyone.
The artistic Flames, Throwpie and Peggy, and Randy.
A typical Flames outing. Maxines Wall.
The only other picture of Mathis on rock that I know of. Red Lodge, MT.
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Fletcher
Trad climber
Fumbling towards stone
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:13am PT
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Look out, MFM has fired up the scanner.
Elvis has not left the building. Well, actually, he appears to be buildering.
Psychedelics not required. However, flashback still occurring from that trip 40 years ago are most welcome.
Bring it on, baby!
Eric
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:29am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:32am PT
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The travelers of the bunch, Randy and Gypsy.
The very first (legal) procreators of the bunch.
The DORF, Mouse's 1964 Ford Econoline laundry van and hauler of Flamehood around the State.
I sure do hope everyone who lived in Camp 4 at one time or another had at least as much fun
and learned as much and met as many
staunch, rowdy, and loveable friends as I and my buddies have.
It's a wonderful life, George Bailey, and don't ever take it for granted.
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MisterE
Social climber
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:41am PT
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Eric Bjornstad was a family friend BITD...
Makes me think crazy thoughts
Monkey-wrenching
an desert rats
keeping the spirit
of the place.
Thanks for the pictures.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 03:32am PT
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One more and I'm done for tonight. This is my rendering of the Arch Rock Cliff, the Playground of hardmen.
The triumvirate of Mouse, Millis, and Mathis returned after Christmas to the Valley to put into use the practical experience we had gained by growing
beards, drinking to excess, and trying to keep warm at JT in snowy conditions.
We coulda stayed in Camp 4, but why? The desert's nice in the winter.
I went up to do the Gripper with Mark, the Bullfrog, and came down a bit wiser about 5.10. I got poison oak real bad from the talus there
at Arch Rock, so beware. I also got a flu bug which sent me packing down to Merced for a week, but while there, I got the news that my money from
the settlement over the loss of my thumb
in the peach cannery accident came in and I paid cash money for DORF and didn't come back for months, or so it seems.
We rolled out of YV to the Consumnes River, Larry Mooore and I and the two of us had a ball. We took Mathis and Randy over to Hetch Hetchy and had a ball.
Shining times! Big walls ahead! Watch our smoke! And where there are Flames, there's generally some around.
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Clint Cummins
Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
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Oct 16, 2012 - 03:50am PT
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Actually this is not Maxine's Wall.
It looks like Derringer on Machete Ridge, Pinnacles National Monument.
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splitter
Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Oct 16, 2012 - 04:11am PT
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zBro - is that your version of 'daBrim' yer wearing in that pic?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 04:39am PT
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Hey, there Clint,
You getting ROWDY here, say?
It cannot be the Pinnacles.
Reasoning: I say so.
No, bro, what it is not is the Pinnacles. What it is is a photo of Randy Hamm, I'm certain of that.
It's also a photo of myself, not Mathis, as I had thought.
Jim Shirley took the photo, also. Positively, no pun meant. (Not much!)
We three were never in Pinnacles together.
This was just when Jim Shirley was learning to climb. He and I had driven to the Valley to climb and Randy and Gypsy were living in the bread truck they got from Dick Ellsworth when he lit out for AK. Randy must have initiated this climb, whether it's Maxine's or not, I can't say, because if I had suggested it, I would likely have remembered it.
I know I had a beard about this time (my foruth or fifth by then). I am wearing easily-identifiable boots, the BBs from Galibier. What really threw me when these slides came from Jim, was the holster on the left. I always wore mine on the right. It leads me to believe the slide is reversed. This may have led me to say Maxine's. It may or may not be so, but it's the best I can say about it.
There are more pix of this climb at the very tail end of the Camp 4 Photos thread. It sure looks like granite to me. Not a cobble in sight.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Oct 16, 2012 - 05:25am PT
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This thread sounds like Couloured Balls, Endless Boogie and Boogie Angst. Cool stuff. Keep posting!
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Clint Cummins
Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
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Oct 16, 2012 - 06:17am PT
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Brian,
Here are 6 related photos that you've posted on supertopo, and a 7th that I am sure is Maxine's Wall (p1; I've done the higher pitches also).
1. Main photo. I claim it is not Maxine's Wall. *Might* be Derringer.
Brian leading.
1A. Horizontally flipped version.
2. Climber dressed the same as lower climber in main photo.
I am claiming this also is not Maxine's Wall.
The bowl at the start of Maxine's is similar to this, but the holds are not this big!
3. Same climber
4. Brian, dressed the same in main photo 1.
5. Brian, dressed the same, following with pack.
6. Somewhat unrelated - this is The Hatchet.
I recognize Tiburcio's X and the Pinnacles East Side Reservoir and trails in the background.
Rob Yang's photo from
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhyang/5720293581/in/set-72157626721795232
7. Blitzo's photo of Eric Barrett on Maxine's Wall (p1), 1975
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Oct 16, 2012 - 10:34am PT
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Parallel lives slightly offset in time and juggled in space. A fine thread to be videying here in Moab on the front porch of the love muffin, swilling caffeine waiting for my droogs, anticipating today's adventures in longs cnyon or some obscure tower or something. Gotta work tomorrow.
Maxine's wall was my first five ten lead back in '75/76 or so.....
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Oct 16, 2012 - 10:54am PT
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Great photos....brings back memories. I regret that I have zero photos from that era. My first are from early forays to Patagonia.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:28pm PT
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Fletcher,
Sorry as heck to disappoint you. Had the topic actually been
about Jimi and those Flames, it would have read The Blue Flame.
Or The Famous Flames. Or Colored Music.
See ya.
Next page, clint, the print won't go off the edge, maybe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:33pm PT
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Clint,
I respect your judgement more than I trust my memory.
If is is Maxine's fine. If it's not, I have to be equally fine with that.
I am guessing on what I say, because I did not take the photos, obviously, and the slides Jim shipped to me were ordered pretty well, but not by each individual climb, exactly. I don't like it, but that's what I have to do in some instances. I'm not trying to stir up sh#t. Nor are you.
I am certain you have argued this kind of case in the past. It's not worth our time, I think you'll agree. Let's get together at the Oakdale Festival and yammer. OK?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 12:45pm PT
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I hate it when the edges go haywire. It's a first world problem when your print lines run off the page and you can't read half of what's written.
Almost as much as I hate arguing.
Clint, here's the Rev and he has some advice. He says you need a job.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 01:36pm PT
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Threads do drift, but it's part of the Plan.
I began this thread with one idea, to chronicle the Flames. Others lend their light on the path. Plato's cave is no comparison. It's confined. The climber, as opposed to the benighted spelunker, who will never see the moon eclipse from a Colubmia Icefield peak, nor a sunrise from a portaledge.
Tightrope, the threads weave and we perceive. Uke'n see this, plain as day when you consider the photo above.
Jeff and I were in scouting together. It brought us together as friends in eighth grade. Scouting rounded us out. We as Flames considered ourselves to be living advertisements for keeping your kids out of scouting! That's regrettable, but the fact is, we were wrong. I wouldn't trade my camping and other experiences in the BSA for anything, just like I wouldn't trade my climbing memories. I could say the same about my competitive swimming experiences and some jobs I have had.
Thanks for the word on Clint, I am just having some fine fun and he can take what little I can dish out. I have yet to meet him, but am looking forward to it.
I wonder, are you and the Mysterious One are going to go to Oakdale? It would be fun to see you guys.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 02:07pm PT
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Ron, from what I can tell, you would have fit right into the Black Cave, the Flames clubhouse in Camp 4.
I climbed the EGG. Jim Shirley belayed. But we weren't doing anything nearly as hard as that talented young guy in the photo.
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TwistedCrank
climber
Dingleberry Gulch, Ideeho
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Oct 16, 2012 - 02:11pm PT
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Whoah. I just Googed "Knights of the Blue Flame" and got a bunch of Anime stuff.
I was always under the impression that the blue flame was all about lighting a Bic while cutting a fart.
Was there a memo?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 02:36pm PT
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Millis had lots to gas about on the subject.
He was the expert on dog farts, what with Spats' predilection for such.
Wish we could contact Dillis' brother Brian. He might have some old pix of the Boy and his Dog.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 16, 2012 - 02:51pm PT
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I don't know nothing about no blue flames. It was De Flames ok Ese?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 03:09pm PT
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Throwpie, make me some caw-fee. I needs me some mo' cow-fee!
How cool would this ride have been in the Valley? Or anyplace?
The "Boss Short" of legend. Faster than a spinning top, more powerful than a Peter Haan arm bar, able to consume gallons of gas in mere seconds.
We could do some low, slow cruising in that beauty!
SHOTGUN!
El Jefe gets to drive the first pitch.
Edit: zBrown, thx, Amigo. I always liked Signe better than Grace, too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 16, 2012 - 04:25pm PT
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Article of Confederation Section:
Why is one of these guys smiling?
or
Why is the other one (sounds like a good name for a Dead song) not?
Advice and Prognostication Section:
Always keep an home-made Da Brim around, the sun may shine in your back door someday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2012 - 04:31pm PT
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Tightie (I know, don't call ya that),
I'm all in on Conrad Anker and Bill Nickell.
Edit: You are so right. My wit's half what it used to be. And I used up my guesses, being all in.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2012 - 04:26pm PT
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Then if nobody else is gonna guess, I'm re-guessing.
Yessir, a re-guesser.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2012 - 04:32pm PT
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Hah! Cheater I be, but it's the internet...
At least bill's getting to the Festival.
Real sorry you cannot get there, man.
I'm gonna take lots of pix if LilaBiene's camera is available.
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Oct 17, 2012 - 04:38pm PT
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How many mice are there?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2012 - 07:13pm PT
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Tobia, amigo mio,
I'm blind. I did not see this until just now.
I shall get back with a snappy retort.
Meanwhile, the Reverend is here and just scoped this thread.
Which is why I noticed this last post of yours.
MFM
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Oct 22, 2012 - 07:35pm PT
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Mouster,
In the second post on this thread, (and your second post) that image apparently taken in front of the tiny route, Short but Thin, located near the Slack start and La Escuela, at the base of El Cap. The unidentified are Alan Bard (= AB) and Kurt, the Santa Cruz sidekick of Carter. Fun shot of Millis, isn't it. As often recalled by many, Dennis could eat french fries without opening his mouth. A plus often.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2012 - 09:23pm PT
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Thanks, Peter.
Always know your friend, and your friend's closer.
Go Giants, even if the Beard ain't pitching this year.
All the Flames from Merced were Giants fans.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 22, 2012 - 10:55pm PT
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Sorry mouse, Brian Wilson is my cousin and that baseball player is not Brian Wilson
I wish they all could be California Girls
I'd pick up on their good Vibrations
On The sloop John B
P.S
I'll grant you Throwpie on the left but who is on the far right?
And,
The tall woman in the center is obviously a Wilson
Help me Rhonda.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2012 - 11:09pm PT
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That's'n't the Brain Wilson I am familiar with. Advaced placement physics. Metal shop instructor, 1959.
My family: includes one mouse and two dogs.The car is this exact model & color.the Merc was the color of the El Capitan Gauchos, that kind of blue and black.
Here is the Alma Mater for El Capitan High School, written by the band master's son, Garth Steen.
I find it Heart-warming that El Capitan High School began its run in 1958.
How fitting. I heard a rumor that they even practiced making pitons in shop class the next year.
One thing I never got straight, and I blame it on Miss Lemmon, the Spanish language teacher, who I served in my capacity as a bookseller many years after she retired, and whose reputation as a poor teacher was pretty well understood by those who took her courses. I'm certain she must have had something to do with this mis-nomer.
The mascot of our El Capitan High School was the Gaucho. Why not the vaquero, which was the Californios' equivalent of the caballero of Spain? But the gaucho of the pampas in South America? I'm pretty sure they are keeping the original mascot for the newer version of ECHS.
It's view of the Sierra Nevada will be just as nice, no matter who's looking, I'm sure.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 22, 2012 - 11:26pm PT
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Uh, if those two photos are the exactly the same car, then why is the license plate number different? (I can tell one is black and white and the other is colorizied (thanks Ted, say Hi to Jane and tell her I love those barbells).
BTW, you were tall for your age and are Lenna & Heidi riding one of those homemade two-by-four skateboards we popularized in 1959?
Tim was way advanced, that's a real homemade scooter he's got there.
Cool stuff and all that mouse.
One thing you could possibly clear up. They held high school classes on El Capitan in the '60's?
Bust yer buns (may be a forgettable climb, WTF do I know)
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Mimi
climber
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Oct 22, 2012 - 11:28pm PT
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Awesome old pictures and tales, Mouse. Thanks for posting.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2012 - 11:43pm PT
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I recommend a tour on Tony Immoos' website. WOW!!!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/trimmoos/3307713413/
It so happens that Denair is like next door to Oakdale. And folks wonder why tom Frost lives out there...
Here is what you can see from some spots in the Central Valley. I grew up looking out a window from my upper bunk bed at the ridge separating Merced from Mariposa. I could only imagine where Half Dome might appear if it were taller.
Still...
there were days when it was clear as glass and the mountains marched off south and Mt. Hoffmann would appear.
And the Giants have WON THE PENNANT!!!
Yeah, BabY BY THE BAY!!!
Scooter-O!!!
zBrown: It's exactly the technique for skateboard pioneers like us. We started out with a long two by and a wooden fruit box (Cloud,s Rest Tomatoes/Le Grand) and it got shortened up later. Throwpie was a skateboard champ here on the Applegate Park tennis courts.)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 22, 2012 - 11:56pm PT
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I always remember it as (bless your wicked little heart Heb Caen):
I've often wondered, at least in the last few minutes or so, what it would have been like to half [sic] a view of Full Dome. C'mon people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2012 - 12:00am PT
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Vot's dot you zay?
Dot's a climber up dere?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 23, 2012 - 12:03am PT
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The strange thing was going out sidewalk surfing on a Friday night in the Southern California car culture.
Well hello Mr. Zog, I dropped by to pick up some sex wax
*Note OSHA recommended not eating or chewing, just rub it on your stick.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 23, 2012 - 12:35am PT
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hey there say, mousefrommerced and all you fun folks here...
thanks for all the share, a full variety here...
am enjoying seeing you all kind of
'playing tennis' here... :)
had not seen this yet--been a bit busy--so i just jump
on and off and hit only a few of the post...
happy i got to sit here a bit tonight...
will go back and see if some more of the pics have 'manefested'...
timid, give a 'hey there to nita'...
and if you see matt around, my dear brother, give him one, too...
interesting neat older pics here, too,
thanks...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2012 - 12:47am PT
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I want to thank you, Walleye, for cleaning this photo of "Limber Linda" Halvorsen. she was the ideal "Flames Mama," according to the Rev.
He was in town this rainy afternoon. He stopped by after visiting Betty and Lem, his folks. He told me his mom had a fall and it wasn't too serious. I asked him did Beautiful Betty do it third-classing something and wouldn't you know it, the Synch is still as active between us two as it was in 1969.
He said she was on a bench hanging clothes on a line, a thing she's done innumerable times, when she slipped or the bench tipped. Should have had a rope, but that's so typical of how things go between the Rev and the Mouse.
Here's our prom picture, March 1965.Trust does not grow on trees. Jeff's folks live in an old, old almond orchard, nonetheless.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2012 - 01:33am PT
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Mammut Rope on The Line, Lover's Leap, 1976.My parents honeymonned at the Leap. Their wedding day is August 10, 1945.
Corrugated Corner P1 was my first lead there, and our first trip there was in August, 1970. Mathis, Bullfrog, and Mouse. We did Haystack and another, Bear's Reach, I guess.
A week later we were in the Bugs. Not the VW bugs, either, we were in a VW camper. Stylin' for the moss-backs! Woo-hoo!
The Yodelin' Yokels from Yose-might!
Lock up yer virgin daughters, we're not playing pranks!
We come to climb yer mountains, we're the Ca-liff-ornia Yanks!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2012 - 03:34pm PT
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That trip was a success. They threw us out of the Provincial Park, we fought fire with a forestry foreman out in Edgewater, then the locals bought our beer for the rest of the week, too. And we lived through the climbing, best of all.
Coming back to Yosemite, the climbs started getting ticked.
Wan't a thing we could do but to climb and count coup.
Those climbs had no reason to get hot 'n huffy
Midterm is just so overwehelmingly stuffy.
And Entrance Exam, he thinks he's so tough he
Tried to chop our f*#king rope!
We pulled Pharaoh's Beard and avoided the curse of King Tut's tomb...
The Tilted Mitten leaned right and the Sphinxter lent us some wisdom.
We Jumped for Joy after cracking the Nutcracker, laid low after Higher Cathedral for the second time, and Facelifted Lucifer's Ledge. Some pigs should be considered less equal, truly.
Lenna's Lieback came later. Like lots later. Millis took over and it was too late to downclimb, he was a Flame and had his place in the matchbook which proclaims "success without college; knowledge without college; the School of Yosemite Rocks."
Old school. Older fool takes on younger fool and passes on his errors.
I don't think Dillis thought ladies needed to be seen on the rock. I may have him wrong. It would be old school to insist.
We sadly neglected mountaineering in favor of rock climbs only.
This was an error in mentoring. I would have gladly gone to Starr King or to some remoter S. Yo. peaks. But noooo.
BooDawg, if only we had known!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 24, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 24, 2012 - 01:43pm PT
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and of course the motto of "De Flames" was
"ride low, cruise slow"
that was when wasn't having a rumble with De Bears...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 24, 2012 - 02:31pm PT
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First and foremost, The Flames are a car club, albeit for dudes with no ride of their own. It is what it is.
It so happened that back in the early 70s, women Lost Some of Their Attraction but Not All and a then few of us Merced Flames started rock climbing. Little did we realize, at first, the potential not only for exercise, inspiration, and mental health (!) inherent in the sport of dings, but we soon learned that climbers who have even the smallest rep are infinitely preferred in a pick-up situation to the average hippie-on-a-nature-binge who was such a ubiquitous part of the Camping Scene in YoVal.
You must understand that Merced lives up to it's local "mer-dead" nickname in the estimation of many Mer-teens and Mc-jobless delinquent types such as Flames, Dirty Hands, Sub Racers, and Pause-Whats, all "legit' social enterprises in our country city, all formed mainly to combat boredom and outclass rival clickas...
You know how it gets in isolated little towns, not a club scene anyplace worth a dime, especially on weeknights, everyone sits around broke, wishing for weed, a new, fresh girly-face, staring at each other, farting to make something happen, listening to the "newest" six-month old Doc Watson LP over and over, the chicks aren't interested in yer sh#t any more and wanta go home, whine whine whine, and you are all simply BORED OUT OF YOUR SKULLS! Rock climbing had it's appeal, it's escapism beckoned, and the romance between me and the lichen and crystals and dust and stars and friends took hold and directed my life for the next many years.
And later on I grew up.
There were not only cracks, chimneys, and face to be had in the Bitch-Ditch. (That is or was our gentlemanly euphemism for a babe-magnet like the Valley!) There were also legs to go with them! "Maid to order," in a manner of speaking; vulgar though it is, it is very close to the truth. Camp 4 man does not exist by the breadth of his climbing nor by the size of his rack, but by the broad swath cut through the ranks of the pretty maids all in a dorm. You sure don't need to have a string in order to be canonized a hardman, but it helps your rep. May be why Donini...Never mind. Not kind.
But women play that game, too. Otherwise, Lito would have had less to write about. Motives behind our passions are many times the result of sexual frustration. Here's a prime example from the roaring days of Yosemite Sam's, the cantina dedicated to beer and Creedence.
I should set the tone. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP3TTGuddjY
Some week nights we got to sleep at a decent hour. Saturday was always a party in the cantina. I don't know how long Yosemite Sam's lasted, but it was a warm, friend-packed, beery place where you could dance until eleven or so. The place probably got shut down, but there must have been good reasons. It was a money-maker, doubt not.
Cagle, Cox, Cowboy, Meyers, the Rev, Millis when he was around (he got a job in Redondo at Pat's Ski Y Sportas), and more, including maids, desk virgins, and servers. It was for the benefit of the employees that the cantina had opened in the first place. It must have discouraged drug use by substituting more drugs, which is The American Way. And the NPS was apparently not going to object, or was willing to wait until someone killed themselves from driving home from the place. Quien sabe? All I know is I loved the atmosphere because I was a butting alkie. Yep. Consume more than you can afford, buy many rounds for pals with no reciprocity, and you are well on the way.
Werner relates; not that he's alcoholic, but he has seen them and never drinks. He's had his fill. For some it's uphill and always will be.
So one night I am heavy into this little blonde server and am jamming on the dance floor so much with her and we seem to be going places when Larry came and snatched her away: He and his red-headed charm, his cowboy demeanor...aw, schist! So, drunk as I suddenly was, I staggered out into the night, found my hardware stash in camp, set out a rack for the Tower, and by the time I'd coffeed up with Ron Cagle, had convinced him to help in schlepping my haul sack, just a LaFuma guide pack with comestibles and Fern Spring water, while I carried the ropes and racks.
Lessons learned:
1--Never take bananas on a climb if you value its completion. They don't react well to packing. Use banana chips instead. This climb died in a mash of bananas.
2--Never let a woman be the only reason you climb. That is pathetic. It's not correct motivation. Did I say it's pathetic?
3--Never drink to stupefaction and think you are capable of climbing anything. I've done it too often to not say so. If you do try, don't be a repeat offender. It's definitely a sign of alcoholism. Stop climbing, get help. Yer gonna die, but it so doesn't need to be like that. That would be absolutely pathetic!
Enough said about that expedition, except to say I got to expiate some lust, if not all. It's quite a hike to the tree at the base of the Leaning Tower.
I'm gonna bivvy here, see ya to da next pitch, eh?
May San Joaquin protect you on life's paths until I rerun again.
http://midf.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/one-pair-of-legs/
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NC
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Oct 24, 2012 - 04:42pm PT
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P.S. Mouse, we did NOT get the bread truck that we lived in for years (and our son was born in) from Dick Ellsworth. He had a yellow panel truck that had collages glued all over the side. We had a turquoise blue 1956 International harvester bread truck that we bought in 1974 after we returned from Europe. We bought it in L.A. where it's former life had been an ice cream truck (which fired up Randy's imagination). He and I built the little house inside it and of course on those wintry nights in Yosemite one could find me baking chocolate chip cookies in our oven so that we could keep warm under our down bags. We had an Aladdin lamp (which I still have) that was suspended from the ceiling and Randy used to read Sherlock Holmes stories out loud to me while we huddled under our down bags eating those cookies. Anyway after Ariel got too big for the three of us to continue to live in it, we sold it. And also that is where I made all those bagels that Rick Sylvester may remember eating.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 24, 2012 - 04:44pm PT
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I will find a photo of that truck
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 24, 2012 - 05:31pm PT
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Dick's truck! I remember that some of the photos included in the collage on it's side were a bit, well, very pornographic. A ranger instructed Dick to cover them up. He did...with cardboard flaps saying " do not look"
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 24, 2012 - 07:05pm PT
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sway their hay mousie decided just to throw out the bathwater not the baby
maybe
Blind zDobroBrown (1962)
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graniteclimber
Trad climber
The Illuminati -- S.P.E.C.T.R.E. Division
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Oct 24, 2012 - 07:07pm PT
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Dick's truck! I remember that some of the photos included in the collage on it's side were a bit, well, very pornographic. A ranger instructed Dick to cover them up. He did...with cardboard flaps saying " do not look"
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 24, 2012 - 07:52pm PT
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I wish more pics...no one could afford photography back then. The few photos I have probably cost a buck each in those days. Beer and dope was WAY more important.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 24, 2012 - 08:07pm PT
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Riotin'
Draggin'
Cruisin'
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 08:22am PT
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okay I'll get out the scanner and post a few more...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 08:53am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 08:57am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:00am PT
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Gypsy
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NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:03am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:07am PT
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can't say
Social climber
Pasadena CA
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:11am PT
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Mouse, those early skateboard pics and the whole cruising thing brought back a lot of memories for me. I made my first skateboard in '59 that way. I jacked one of my sister's roller skate and nailed it onto a 2X4. I lost a lot of skin in the next bunch of years when those steel wheels and later, the clay composite ones, would instantly stop when they hit the smallest pebble or what have you.
I spent most of my high school years hanging out here
apologies for interrupting the Flames reunion
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:25am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:26am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:29am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:35am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:43am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:53am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:53am PT
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Were Randy and I ever at the Pinnacles that you remember, Gypsy? This thing with Clint bothers me, still. I can't sleep at night. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghFBvBmXv4E
Some boss shorts in that video, amigos. Where were you in '72?
Mouse and Millis ran up this face with one bivvy and ran down the Cathedral Gully in the dark so I could get to work next morning.
The most obvious, to me, line is the right-facing corner, which is why it is called the Chouindard?/Pratt Route, V, whatever.
MFM and the Rev (before he was the Rev but after he was "ordained") had been on the C/R with Jerry Anderson. we bailed.
This old derelict in Camp 4 said we should go do it again, and we never did, but Millis and I did.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:54am PT
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The derelict in better times.
Thanks for the advice, man.
Anyone recognize the truck in back of the Bird?
Is it a bread truck?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 09:56am PT
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By the way Throwpie, Dick didn't think that the photos of people having sex were pornographic; he thought the ones of war and people killing each other were the pornographic images.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 10:00am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 10:05am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 10:09am PT
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I don't recall if we ever went to the Pinnacles with you Mouse. I don't think so.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 10:19am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 10:28am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 10:57am PT
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That's Mr. Hamm in the library, right?
These are fantastic shots, Gypsy. Much beholden.
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TGT
Social climber
So Cal
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Oct 25, 2012 - 11:07am PT
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Dick's truck! I remember that some of the photos included in the collage on it's side were a bit, well, very pornographic. A ranger instructed Dick to cover them up. He did...with cardboard flaps saying " do not look"
Was that spring of 70 or 71?
I remember the van and a big commotion in the parking lot.
of course we had to go over and lift up the "do not look" flap.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 11:27am PT
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lots of focus on time around these parts lately.
our warriors travellin paths in beautiful motion, though hastily.
so in response,
i got up from my seat and departed the now,
for gawd im always aggresively pursuing that disaster of presence;
and i strolled away from my understanding,
away from my self,
and i explored the echos
that constantly chase me down the hallways of my life.
well, i found all these doors adjoining my thoroughfare of existence
and each one i opened, and peered fearfully into the spiritual closets.
you wanna know me?
read on.
im perfection and disaster in the same shoe.
ambition is mine, though so is surrender.
accomplishment? plenty!
failure? not immediately apparent though strongly present.
hope is mine, paramount. death is my halo, inviting.
fear is soul food.
comfort is poison.
clarity becomes of my mental complacency;
confusion becons my idle mind.
sorrow moves me.
happiness is foolish.
well-being is elusive,
the pursuit of which,
is life.
illness nourishes my ailing heart,
such that it beats upon a dynamic lie.
i love what might be,
i hate what is.
i do.
i do not be.
the mountains, i have found,
echo best my shouts
and have proven themeselves
as a most product unravelling realm.
--Norwegian at his best
ur a light. a flame.
the taco is ur lamp.
"Can I have one, Dad? I'll clean up his mess, I promise..."
"May I. Not can I. And yes, they poets be cheap to keep."
There are a lots of climbers who possessed tremendous artistic talents like Randy and like throwpie. And not just in plastic arts but in singing and playing, dancing and juggling and mimicking. Millis was a drop-out or a grad of some acting school and his frustration got the better of him and he came up to the Valley after that.
I think it's great of you to share. I thank all who've posted.
Denied, deplored, but yet besought & beckoned,
Death will look like the last & least of accidents.
Who would ask such an unwelcome guest to stay
When its persistence must be reckoned by the second?
-Hine the poet master
That was courtesy of Ed.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 11:56am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 11:59am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 12:02pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 12:45pm PT
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pyro
Big Wall climber
Calabasas
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Oct 25, 2012 - 12:50pm PT
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"classic clint hard as flint!", so you can't argue with that.
love the pic's
thank's for posting.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 12:54pm PT
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scuffy b
climber
heading slowly NNW
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Oct 25, 2012 - 01:18pm PT
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Thanks for keeping this thread going.
Good, warm vibes.
From time to time something gets jogged in my memory.
Makes me wonder how often we were in proximity without realizing it.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 01:24pm PT
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there are lots of memories but very few photographs. Not many of us could afford cameras and film. Now with digital it seems everyone is a photographer. I just snapped a few photos in those days mostly of my baby growing up with those little instamatic cameras. Never took it very seriously until recently.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 25, 2012 - 02:13pm PT
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While we're torturing ourselves about how young we once were...here's one of Peggy Lou and I with our new Bonnas. I believe we stumbled, slid and crashed out to Dewey Point that day. Circa 1972
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 25, 2012 - 02:22pm PT
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Dick Ellsworth in front of our pad in Merced
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 02:57pm PT
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Throwpie,
I clicked to enlarge on that shot of you and Peggy?
This came up. WTF?
I went back, clicked it again, and this came up.
One last time.
The Ellsworth Effect! You lift up the flap, and there's your real actual life.
You're not gonna throw all that pie. Are you?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 25, 2012 - 03:46pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 04:22pm PT
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I think he published a guide book with a red cover, like Roper, except it didn't have pictures.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2012 - 05:52pm PT
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The Cowboy.
His brand.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Oct 25, 2012 - 06:11pm PT
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Was Larry a Brit? I thought only Brits wore heavy woolly socks in their EB's.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 25, 2012 - 07:24pm PT
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heythere say, gypsy... thanks for all the neat old pics....
extra note:
say, wow, i realyyy liked the one of scotland--hills in the background...
:)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 26, 2012 - 09:25pm PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 27, 2012 - 01:49am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
veryyyy nice road runner... we saw them in south texas, though, not quite like that one (however, they were far-off down the roads, so never did see them clear, haha) :)
thanks for sharing...
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splitter
Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Oct 27, 2012 - 02:01am PT
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Gypsy - Yes, I concur, "veryyyy nice" pics of the birds, etc., on yer website. here is the link again for people to check out...
http:////www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/
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jstan
climber
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Oct 27, 2012 - 02:52am PT
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Reminds me of a Tyrannosaurus rex.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 27, 2012 - 07:44am PT
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My son had a pop out children's book on dinosaurs and one of the illustrations said "Tyrannosaurus rex had arms so short he couldn't even scratch his chin".
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 29, 2012 - 04:19pm PT
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In the second post on this thread, (and your second post) that image apparently taken in front of the tiny route, Short but Thin, located near the Slack start and La Escuela, at the base of El Cap. The unidentified are Alan Bard (= AB) and Kurt, the Santa Cruz sidekick of Carter. Fun shot of Millis, isn't it. As often recalled by many, Dennis could eat french fries without opening his mouth. A plus often.--Peter Haan, earlier
Now, see here, Peter, that old tale is as true and proveable as the story about the Salathe Modet T axle. The plain truth about it is that Millis could pick his nose with his tongue.
Equally, I heard that you were talking to angels on the Salathe and that they looked like this.
Yet Mark Kelemens told me the angel was more like this.
And Bridwell swears you described to them this angel in detail down to the last hors d'ouvres.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 29, 2012 - 07:06pm PT
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This is myself and my older brother, Mike the Troll.This is what trolling gets you, a great big fish.
I prefered to fish alone. Mike would outfish me, just to piss me off. This is my booty from one afternoon off the dock at Tahoma.
Quite a contrast between the "old" me and the "old me."
But which is which?
Old Lake Tahoe, does it lie buried under a newer lake after each storm? It's patently not the same water as it was.
Deep lake, deep questions.
You need to troll in deep water, surface fishing's a waste of time.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Oct 29, 2012 - 09:02pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 31, 2012 - 02:20pm PT
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What I Told the Gypsy Photographer
Picture this,
And I will depict for you
What happpened one day
On the banks of Poughkeepsie, ne?
There's something fishy in that photo.
See the wing's eyes?
they are sneak eyes,
Vicious and fishious.
Quelle etrange!
That's weird, they feared.
A big old bird
Oh my word
It's in the jaws of a big old
Big old...
"He's eating Big Bird, Mamman!"
Can't think of a word.
Merde!
Seine's full of turds...
Lyin' fisherman's absurd.
That's not the same Seine
I seen when I made that scene.
Paris I know,
So you know...
You might think I'm insane,
But I'm only a little plastered,
While you,
You're a lyin' bastard.
You said Seine, see?
If Eifell ever fell for that one
Then he's pretty lame, hein?
I hate to seined
You back home with no fish.
But Jesus Christ it's no miracle
That we are starting
To re-light the Flames.
We'll have us a BBQ.
Till then, I bid you adieu.
5.9, let's go to the coffee shop.
Barb's on tonight.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Rev in his present iteration.
'Let my people work for a damn living. I don't care if Yvon is The Boss.'--The Rev
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Marcie bowcups for the poem and the announcement.
Wow, the Rev--where has all that red hair gone?
To Bedlam my dear
where all the bonnie boys go
So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's a bad time to get in front of news like leukemia or pneumonia, and we won't mention el muerto, will we, Gypsy, especially if you're a hardman-in-you-own-mind and a Flame by the name of the mouse or the rev, both humbled by time's reaching out.
It's not bedlam, as I have said otherwhere.
sung in the key of tranquility
with the passion reserved for Ruler of My Heart
I have my poetry.
The key is tranquility.
Just ask miss neebee
sha she'll tell ya
I would write this bad god dang news
Some sad old natural blues
If I could play the ivories
Instead of these keys
When you are gone I'll not wish you would come back
I'll wait patiently
Maybe go to sleep at the wheel
Of this semi-load of blues
I'm so tired and I hate to be alone
I'd give you a call on the telephone
But you seemed like you want to be alone
Feel like death-dog chewing on my bone
Oh, I feel like howling at the moon
I feel dogged-down just like a coon
Told me you're going away real real soon
Too dang soon
three months left
the doctors say
nothing left
gone away
just like
"snap your finger"
Just how I don't feel--Snappy Sammy
I'm just kind of glad that I think this might be happening--it's what my Dad wants me to believe, anyway:
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... to you, from my house:
just saw the other post...
made me sad, over here, aways from calif's coast...
i myself had a good daddy-cry today...
but mine is still here, and i'm praying for his longer-stay...
though i know the day will come, for those older folks that we love...
so we must continually seek strength from our creator above...
we are like seeds, you see...
we spout and grow, and give fruit, to others that be...
when folks die and pass on, there is a trigger from their 'ways...
and it sparks the fruit that been LEFT to continue their 'past day's stay'...
entrusted to you, then will come...
a new job, to be done...
keep your dad's works alive through you...
by love, in all you do...
it's the higher way of life, when death seems to steal...
and eternity, will boast, of fine dessert, after the earthy meal...
a hidden joy, shut away by this body's frame...
is the end-result, for when we park, after earth's life-game...
reunions will be far above here-and-now sweetness, as to what we've lost, 'tis true...
as long as we've tended to our souls, proper--and not been wicked to others, nor been hurting folks, by being 'askew'...
though--it may be long time in coming, to see, my friend...
but we will know more, come whenever 'this eartly time', does end...
TODAYS note--just now wrote:
(your buddies are all here, for this such time, you'll find...
reach out for them, here, so you'll not be trapped in your mind)
may this days sun rise, to find you with an anchor,
growing each day, as a soft surprise...
(stock photo)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Here. A chapter of a story. A story based untirely on another belated chapter in my lives. Dedicated to confident n00bs everywhere.
B Lay and the Cap-Rock Cowhands.
Chapter the First: The hardmen arrive, as yet un-chastened.
Our intrepid cap-rock campers arrive in the Valley. Their sights are set on the Tilted Kitten, Tilt, and Mum’s Word. They gaze in awe at the Incontrovertible Buttress, easily the South Side equivalent of the mighty Rhombus, which just barely defeated their combined assault just last month. With all their bad luck, weather in the nineties, and lack of energy as a result of having to carry their pigs to the base, then carry them back when the jugs broke their taped tops and soaked the food, the down and the topo-binder., it’s no wonder the Rhombus won that round.
And so they begin the arduous quarter-mile to the base of the imposingly prepossessing pillar, buttress, more of a pile of pillars, buttresses, and chimney-looking cracks, really. Faceplant leads the way, f Stop walks behind, and B Lay is in his accustomed place, the third man.
B Lay’s attention is riveted on the gray-greenish-ashes color of their unquestioned quest. She is a thing of beauty, grace, and speed, in slow motion; he’s ambling again, the one prone to day-dreaming. But he knows his way around a gri-gri. He should, he’s a gym member going on nine or ten tough months. But he better Pick up the Pace, yuck, yuck. New York City? Gawd, I’d die if I had to go there, or my name’s Joe Buck, ma’m. I’m new to the…What’s that smell? Slowly he turns around. Was that really sh#t and sh#t-paper he just stepped in? Oh, f*#k yeah, it was! I’m gonna check that Facelift out next fall, I think. This don’t even happen at My Tanks! People know better down home. Sh#t, hell, Sh#t-heel. You better watch yer step here on out.
He dashes after Faceplant and f Stop, catching up as they come to the base. They dump the hardware, ropes, canteen, the topo-binder, the photography crap, the Go Pro and the cooler. They each light up a cigarette, a cigar, and a joint in celebration of having done the approach without trauma. They share some of the ice in the cooler, all three managing to wet their smokes, but f Stop just calmly re-lights his cigar and comments how nice it is with no Gila Monsters, little clouds of flies, diamondbacks, and hemorrhoids. He’s a Dallas fan, you can tell. He’s a hemorrhoid sufferer. Add to that the sh#t he smells in spite of the cigar, and he looks around carefully, and discovers the source. They decide to send the offensive shity-shoe-sufferer back to the ragtop for his ancient Fires. They may smell like his mom’s old tampon, but not like sh#t.
Over half-an-hour later B Lay comes back into the clearing at the base of the “wall.“ Faceplant sees that he’s limping. His Fires are held in his hand. He is wearing woolen socks filled with pine straw. He’s playing it safe. Good team player, gotta say that. He has a gallon of water. What? The cooler’s full of Lone Star and Brew 102. With some Steam Bear Beer in for good measure. Some boys just gotta play the voice of reason card, but you can’t B Lame him. He’s only the third man, anyway. He does have a way around that belay plate, though.
They are tripping out on IB, their “pet name” for this ogre. The buttress is less wide than the Rombo, as they‘ve begun calling that North-Facing feature. No, wait, it‘s South-facing and on the North Side. Got it, says Faceplant to himself. Now just STFU and don’t let them know you forgot your rappel figure-8. The Rhombus seems now like an old friend who just likes his privacy, so he tries to shoot over your head to tell you he’s not up for visitors. And this buttress is without question far less square. The Rombohedron. The Rhom-meister. Tony Rhomo. Homoromo. Semirhombis. And mossy, and lichecy, and colder. Other than that, it’s on good quality rock, only decomp granite’s on the odd-numbered pitches and we’ll flip for the belays. Wish I hadn’t decided to agree to that, thinks Faceplant. “You want to belay the whole way, Face, it’s OK by me. I won’t mind. What do y…”
“Oh, hell, yeah! Leave it to me. I’m your number-one Number Two, old pard! Sho’ nuf.”
“Cool jeans, Jelly Beans. What we have here, we’ve the failure to authenticate, communicating our commitment to show our commitment. My case rests on the summit. We got here but three pitches, six at the most. Or maybe more, but if we get that high then we will have gone all the way to the approach to the gullies that lead only another thousand eight-hundred feet to the South Rim. Should be a piece of cake for West Texans who go for the dough on Broncho Billy Goat’s Bluff.”
All of twenty-five feet high and overhung the last three feet all the way across the caprock. Must be at least two more TR’s, not to mention the high traverse on the Blue Line. The Yellow Line’s only five feet off the deck. But there’s a rattlesnake den down the draw and it makes the approach iffy and too dangerous in climbing boots. Small hands only. Big hands, get the f*#k out of there, give it a wide birth. It’s not for you. You will only be tempted to face climb (p-tui, knock on wood).
After they climbed the Great White Thrown, the Bull’s Balls, and Boy Howdy’s Pilgrimage at Facerock, Faceplant’s find in Waste Land down to the Maybellines (south of Red River’s close enough for the un-initiated--it’s kinda under development still), they figure they got these virgin Yosemite cracks and chimneys already in the bag. How hard can they be? Bull’s Balls is so hard they had to almost fall leading it the first time and B Lay actually got sewing machine legs on the 5.8! Alice!
Faceplant’s got so much going for him, man. It’s his mom’s Le Baron convertible. It’s his rack. Or mostly. All the hexes and stoppers are his, the two Friends still work, and the webbing’s rated for twenty -five. That’s what they said. Twenty-five hasn’t even been done yet. Except the Austin climbers. I think they go to that high in their system Maybe he meant 5.25 and I got no clue? It’s enough to get a FA, even if it’s only 5.8. Or I’d settle for 5.7 d. That would be a first of a FA--first 5.7d inYosemite. We already got ’em at Facerock, but we’ll have to climb a 5.7b and a 5.7 c here in the Valley first--heck, gee, how hard could that be?
Well, here we are, the base of our future climbing futures, right here. Time to put up a FA or shut up. Never up, never in. If it looks hard, look harder. When the crack narrows, focus.
What would Pratt say? What would Royal write? Where would Roper take a piss?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That was a link to show a photo of a snake like the one that spent the night with me last night. She was adorable, named Bo Ball.
Made me shudder when George brought her by, but then she got attached and I kept her on my neck while we shot the moons down one by one in honor of my father.
And then we did the two bottles of red. And weed.
I'm on cruise control, Bo and George are gone, and the day is new.
What's new in your part of Middle Earth, Throwpie?
Post up a couple shots of the Third Gen Pie, I know you have dozens, Grandpa.
This thread could use some young Flames juju, know what I mean? Cuz the old Flames juju has been beat to hell this week.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And with the passing of the Da, the mouse scurried from view.
I may have to return.
I am going now.
I'll see how things go.
Go.
Went.
Gone.
Like a simile.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Best of luck my friend.
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Kalimon
Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
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Peace Mouse!
Looks like Allen Pattie (B.A.T. shirt) in your 1990 Moab photo. Did you know Dave Bell?
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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OK mouse...heres a recent shot. I couldn't find one without my sunglasses on, but imagine old, tired eyes underneath.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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...and of course, Peggy Lou
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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And we still have the old GMC
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Got pride in the old ride.
Neat.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Lots of famous butts have sat on it's tailgate. Including yours, mouseau.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Serious Mouse and your cousin(?)
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nice kneepads
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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saddle up pardner
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, ... more nice shares... the truck, throwpie and peggy lou (did i get the name right)... will check...
say ron:
as to your quote:
I USed to play "the lizard" on another forum.. I sought the cover of the rocks in which i would scan the meadowhood. The meadowhood is where the critters gathered and i the LIZARD kept guard duty over the hood- watchin for skally-wags and giving warning to the members of the hood. The lizard now watches for the Mouse
fun way with words, as to your lizard share, :)
glad you are out in the open here on the ol' taco, so we can share with you...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Nutcracker on the day the turd below shouted imprecations at the trio of turds above and they shouted maledictions and threatened him with fingers and butts bared in their turn and then things got ugly.
That is Dolores' brother Marc Irwin. He had the enviable job of running the Palo Alto Factory Outlet for the Face. He was a solid 5.8 leader and champion clay courts tennis player at one time. Back in Sandy-cane Land and brokering stocks, married, an old slave like y'all.
That is my right knee, so it's padded for the simple reason I had the ACL surgery in February. This must be 1979. I look dorky serious. But you wore that god-awful black helmet!
Nice photos. Dude.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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I only wore the helmet for a bit. It was so I would look like someone in Mountain Magazine. The brits looked so cool.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yeah, they were someone to look at if not up to. I like to think we could have beat them at softball...
What's on down to the bridge, guv? 'ow's Tom?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 12, 2012 - 04:14am PT
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I've just put on the counter a plateful of really awful food involving fried cheese. I'm disgusted. I'm usually better than that. It must be the Niners getting tied by the Rams today. It reminds me that I'm sick to death of watching old vids of awful jokes delivered by John Cleese.
It's time to tell of cuisine at Apathy House and in the Black Cave and other sites in Camp 4 in the years the Flames were smoldering therein.
Apathy was in the second block up on 16th St. in Pacific Grove. We were up the street from Nick the Chemist and across the street from some sourpuss long-haired doofus that fancied himself a hip New Age artist but cheapened himself in our eyes by exhibiting his crapola de crayola in the gallery of MPC, the community college. Where he took art classes. POSE!
We were so crassly superior that we exhibited our own "art" out on the front porch (which was glassed-in on three sides, facing the sunrise and Patrick's "studio" across 16th)in the form of a frame from a piano, strung and everything, hung from a beam, playable if we had mallets of any form. (Lost Arrows, Chouinard biners, Leeper, all had their own distinctive sound. It was our "indoors aeolian harp.")
This was when I made the fateful decision to inflict a wound on the wall of my own bedloom, in the form of a piton driven into the corner of two walls, and from which I hung my Granada, the $75 wonder-girl from SF. She had a hole and a neck and she was easy to play. What could be better? A guitar and sound-art?
Two girl friends, one to cook, one to play the harp unstrung.
I didn't know it then, but I was a pale imitation of Joe Fitschen, because I was too old for acne (never suffered it, in fact), and couldn't play any instrument except the universal skin flute. I was quietly good at that, as Manny Men will attest as to his own proficiency at the age of twenty-one, much less sixteen. Manny used to go with Rosey Palmas. He should know.
But this is about food. How crude.
Food and, ahem, are just too rude.
But the fact remains, the seeds have been sown of how we ate in the days of Jesus Freaks and no Carmel Hogs. We visited a shop in Carmel to buy organic, to stock up on bulgar (sounds good, but WTF is it?), and Jeff wanted to hit on the woman waiting on us, who didn't know what bulgar was either, it turned out, so we left after buying it anyway. The groats, same story. My five pounds of granola were to make sure we ate SOMETHING I could eat wihtout experimenting with.
The groats (buckwheat--whothef*#k knew?) proved digestible if cooked long enough and adulterated with brown sugar or molasses. The millet was not satisfying. But the home-made granola that Larry concocted from ingredients from the grocery store was the cat's ass! Much better than the boat anchors-in-the-skylight that we hung from fishing line. Better by far than the mobile of leaden sourdough pancakes that hung alongside. Apathy gourmet Gallery. The Pig's Lair. And we had no roaches, imagine!
Other than the monumental pile of garbage in the kitchen, Apathy's pride and the most hazardous pitch of the "Kitchen-Pathy Traverse" route on the four walls beneath that great old skylight, the kitchen was ordlnarily orderly, things were actually labelled--apothecary jars that clearly did actually, really contain something, but which were nonetheless stickered with contents identified, large bins with clearly-printed labels doing containment duty on oats and rice and barley and flour, and sourdough cultures, yoghurt cultures, under wraps but out on the stove for all to see, all had their places, largely the influence of the Rev. His dad had one of the most organized shops at home I've ever seen, surpassing my father's father's mania for "everything in its place."
And we were graced by the presence of not one, but two cooks of seelf-reput, Larry and Jeff.
"Division of labor decrees Mouse [and later Howard, who never cooked anyway] are dishwashers most of the time, especially if we cook."--joint communique by the Rev-and-Larry cooking combine
So I came up with vegetarian spaghetti sauce, which rocks, especially with Parmesan cheese. I got no love for it. "Veggies are too soggy, whats matta you?"
But the duumvirate of dining had sourdough down; they combinded on a turkey dinner with trimimmings all plain or fancy and planned with no parents invited over from Merced to object to oysters in the stuffing (PUKE!); and, honestly, I could not complain about cursory dishwashing (the Bermingham Swirl originated with my discovering how to wash silverware without getting your hands wet) or regret the fact that I didn't know chive from cheddar, so I got by, with a little help from my friends.
And the home-made granola? Jeff bagged it up and took it off for rats for that spring season in the Valley, leaving us with the commercial grade granola, but we still had the recipe and more Food Stamps.
"It was only Food Stamps, WTF. Let's go to the coffee shop."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2012 - 07:55am PT
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We are actual fair weather climbers! No sh#t, never have we toned it down because of weather gods. Straight ahead climbing, sun shining, clouds parting fair weather farers.
Lucky as hell, too!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 17, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
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Climbing Grant=Unemployment and Food Stamps
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splitter
Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Nov 17, 2012 - 09:46pm PT
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Manny use to go with Rosey Palmas. She gets around, eh? lol
"ROSIE PALM'ER DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!!!"
^ Sign I stuck on a buddy of mine's front door to great him when he and his new bride first returned home just after getting married.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2012 - 09:58pm PT
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Lotta Hand, Rosie, Louise Krusteaz, all the gals!
And the Flames Mammas, to a woman, were great to gaze on. Some were great cooks, even.
Happiness is a warm woo-hoo!
Marlas 1 & 2.
Liz's 1 & 2.
Dolores, plural already!
Peggy.
Gypsy.
Tire Biter.
Limber Linda.
Sha'a'la.
Sheila Slattery.
Belle Coates.
And Millis' short-time bride (sorry, Love, forgot your name. Mrs. Miller?)
What Flame ever deserved the woman who lit up his life by being with him? Randy and Throwpie, obviously. The rest were all eventually doused by their spouse!
Shout out to all STopian companions, partners, bottle-washers and seconds!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2012 - 10:19pm PT
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The plant produced 27 tons of ice a day when it closed its doors.--Dottie Smith on the Redding, CA, ice plant
http://www.redding.com/news/2012/nov/15/travelin-in-time-ice-house-had-long-and-run/
Tad, and anyone else from the Shasta area, this was at Oregon and Sacramento, next to the tracks. Just across the street was Gramma and Grampa Bermngham's place.
We used to play in the ice chip mounc they dumped out off the fromt dock which formed a large cone about as high as the dock. We caught hell from the parents, etc., over this, and I could never figure out why. That was pure Cascade potable water, so WTF?
I checked this out on Google Earth. The front sixth of the building was burned through to the roof (obviously and old image). they've cut down most of the large sycamores on the corner. They were giants when I was a boy.
I began life living in the upstairs apartment my dad rented from his dad, directly opposite the Union Ice House, as we then knew it.
Quickie quiz: How many gallons of water are required to make one ton of ice?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 17, 2012 - 11:24pm PT
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Is that before or after it melts?
One gigatonne of water has a volume of one billion cubic meters, or one cubic kilomter.(1 Gt water ≡ 1 km³)Of course, one gigatonne of ice has a greater volume than one gigatonne of water. But it will still have a volume of 1 km³ when it melts.
 Titanically yours, z_d'leShaunBrown
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2012 - 11:38pm PT
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zBrown, do you have an accountant?
The last I heard, from various sources in Camp 4 and other places, like L'encyclopedie zBrun, give water the same weight as ice per gallon: 8.34 pounds/gallon.
Of course, ice climbers are curiously brain-damaged, so...You're thinking frozen waterfalls, I'm thinking in terms of ice nine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 01:14am PT
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Despite the big-time use of hippie lettuce my vocal chords never lost that audible "squeak."
It's like voice acne when I sing...
[Click to View YouTube Video]I wrote this when I found the False Ascent of Agassiz Column had been down-graded to a First Descent.
Then I adopted the pink ball cap. Things go better with pink.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 06:03am PT
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Oui.
Jem Suis, live wire.
Kweskin can't finish.
Say it again.
Oprah say...
o, o , o, o, o . o . o.
Say swallow.
Honi saw.
Kay, yeah, ya, ya, ayah.
Ba-bp-ba-bp, clack, clack, clack, clack
Un de ma favorites! Merci beaucoup.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Nov 18, 2012 - 10:49am PT
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Mouse,
my heart to you in your loss...es. Camila wants to know if you're feeling better? She's worried about your heart boo-boos. She loves her presents from Mousie and covets the wonderful box.
We are late to the gym -- I had so much fun reading your thread -- keep on keepin' on -- gotta go do my medicinal swim or the wheels are going to fall off of the bus. ")
You hang in there, ya hear? Thinking of you.
Odd
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 18, 2012 - 11:05am PT
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let me give you a little tip, mah frien - there's thirty-five cents underneath that napkin on the table.
"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are 'It might have been.'"
rigorously quoted to short-circuit allegations of piracy
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 18, 2012 - 11:06am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 18, 2012 - 11:32am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 11:50am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I'll be driving this bus quite a bit furthur, maybe, providing, good lady willing.
I believe this song may have been originally inspired by 10,000 maniacs, or I just might be crazy.
See ya on Paiute, Illillouette, or Poets' Corner in our National Cathedral, Jack and Gary! Who the F knows where Cassidy will be then?
TP and craziness forever!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 18, 2012 - 12:23pm PT
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flammingly groovey
"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before," Bokonon tells us. "He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 12:53pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2xxGKnZvvk
Today Is a Gray Peak Day In Peachtree Merced.
It is cloudy and gray here today in Merced.
It could be cloudy and grey if I were somewhere in England (because of the vowel change, don't you know).
It is a gray peaked day over in the Clark Range, too.
It reminds me of a Randall Hamm photograph I saw once, with a barely discernible human subject standing atop Mt. Lyell like Ernest Hemingway at his typewriter--just standing there looking gravely and discerningly at the lens of another's creativity.
I guess that it's just my imagination. It gets fired up by lovely women. Especially when they are on the best possible, the highest, the Betty of Yowlsemite peaks. Or behind a library circulation department desk.
It is a good day to read a book.
It is a better day to watch football.
It is even a still Betty day whenever I go to visit our local County Library, which I can see from my window--along with Mt. Clark, all grey and granity on the horizon, backed up by his posse, Gray Peak, Red Peak and Merced Peak,running south.
Ho! for Southern yowlsemite and eastern Madera County, the friendly neighbor to the south, which has a fine Central Library of its own, I've heard. I get to Madera only about never any more. I only care about their lovely mountains. And the history of the place is part of Yowlsemite's history, so there it is.
And I shall tell you why it's a Betty day whenever I go to visit the library, but first please give me a couple of seconds to find a bookmark (I said in an aside).
[Thanks. I'm reading Going Up, standing up at a bureau-dresser-clothes- storage unit, like young Papa Hemingway did, according to many, whenever he wrote; and it's going slow because it's really climbing porn and I want it to last. I usually use a bookmark made of pink thread, but it ran away with the jazz thread, so I am using an old piece of TP, autographed by JK--the beat poet? He goes well with Fitschen. They were contemoraries, nearly. I'm not positive of that, but it fits my mental time frame. See how time telescopes when you talk of others' lives and loves? I like that about life. I could talk about myself for hours, just like Joe, only my life wouldn't be nearly as interesting nor as lust-ridden as Joe's, to be sure, but it just might help me to live longer. But I digress--at signifiant risk to my longevity, and then there's the Forty-Niner game, too.]
There is a library here where the books sleep under their covers on shelves in rows like a climbing hostel in the Gunks.
The librarian calls the shots on who is allowed to check them out.
What do you want--she's a County Employee, hardcore about rules, but with a gushy heart. She controls some of my beta, some of my entertainment, but is concerned that I don't have to work very hard to acquire my knowledge or to entertain myself with the words that she has graciously provided.
Each time any client leaves with a stack of books or has paid a fine for forgetfulness, laziness, or just plain rude behavior with "her" books, Betty faithfully utters these words, "Have a peachy day."
She's a black woman, wearing a different daishiki each day, one that corresponds to the fruity avoir of that day, because I got her started by telling her one day, "Your routine is too routine, liven it up."
As the astute lady in green one day; the wise woman in kiwi brown another day; or miss melange of lilac and pink and fruit-ka-bab blue with a head scarf of black and white booka-dots, she took to using a different kind of fruit with each person she served.
"Have a raspberry day, honey."
"Go on and have a honeysuckle day, y'all."
She was from Baton Rouge originally, so it's just not any wonder she is so colorful.
I still owe her two and a half dollars for a late return on Confederate General from Bigster, NV.
It's not exactly money well-spent, as you might not think, because he's such a good writer, that Ron Anderson; and the stuffed teddies he encountered in the woods that day--what a special treat!
I had simply misplaced the book and finally found it ten days later in my stack of porn.
The wages of sin.
I would sin with that sweet-talking librarian.
She swings.
I wonder how she looks in a grey teddy--I'm taking Betty to London.
We'll visit Poets' Corner, Cenotaph Corner, and play like we are Roger Miller on holiday.
"England swings like a penjulum do, climbers on two ropes, tw0 by tw0..."
At almost the very second I finished editing this ramble, the phone call came. A friend had called to tell me that a film about an expedition to the Shark's Fin in 2008, involving Conrad Anker, "the most famous American alpinist in America," was on TV and that I might like to see it. Well, I might.
I never met Mugs Stump. He was a hero of Mr. Millis. Good job, Conrad and The North Face!
(We saw Conrad present his show at the Facelift in the East Auditorium and he talked of this climb to honor Mugs, and two other friends in similar ways.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 07:54pm PT
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From the Sherry Anderson Apper...apper...appreciation thread--
"So the zap to this is why the f*#k are climbers so funny, goofy, hilarious, silly and yet only one magazine ( Alpinist ) will publish humour?"--Tami
They may think that they have mediocre talent, are not up to chancing ridicule, something like that. It seems to go against the grain of the independent spirit of climbing as well as the spirit of brotherhood. Somebody's going to laugh, you're not that different from the rest of us. To me, at least, that's ironic and a zap in the comic sense, Tami.
I didn't try to hold back when I started posting. I have lost any inhibitions I had. I even take your challenge.
As to the other half of your question, "comics" and "cartoons" are two different things, as you are well aware. Or are you? A magazine may have space for a single frame. They can sell the rest of the page. The comic takes the whole page, quite often. So it boils down to money, but then the editors are responsible for keeping us occupied, and unless the readers complain, what are the chances things will change? Laissez-faire.
Randall Hamm was the exceptional artist of the Flames. He wasn't like SA, he didn't do much work related to the climbing lifestyle that I saw or remember. It was stylized ducks, mostly that I remember, though there's that damned Indian in the vest and Stetson.
Toker Villain mentioned in the same SA thread--
"Then Sheridan was gone. Then Randall."
Which Randall were you speaking of? Did you know Hamm?
And one final thing appropos Sheridan is that I did not know Millis either, Steve.
I'm sure thre will be more about what we don't know about this actor, this jokester, this artistic SOB that kept me in the game after Mathis lured me into it. Time will tell William Tell and time will never tell, normally. but this is Millis. He's up there or out there with Batso and so forth and St. Galen and the Dolt and the others. It's good to think of the dead, Gypsy and Mikel.
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Nov 18, 2012 - 08:07pm PT
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hey there say, wow... once again... thanks for sharing all the old history photos on this thread... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 18, 2012 - 08:21pm PT
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ditto
Hezekiah Jones
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 18, 2012 - 08:39pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
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These two Modesto biker gents were both well-acquainted with my late wife Liz, neebee. They are Oakland's finest, at the clubhouse, late eighties (don't remember when Sonny had the surgery).
The story here is that Dick was the owner of a bar in Crow's Landing near Motown. He used to provide a bit of a way station for his old bud in the trafficking trade.
Dick was also a member of the local Merced Modified Motorcycle Association, and Liz was the manager of that club. When he married, Shari and Liz spent a lot of time together arranging things. They were serious friends. Then we heard Dick had shot her in the head. Though claiming it accidental, the jury sent him away and he's gone. He introduced Liz to Sonny once and she ran into him only once after that.
The reason I'm putting this in is that I'm thinkng of starting up a new thread, Bikes and rocks...compatible? We know surfing and climbing are kindred avocations. We have teddy bears and climbing, totally compatible. So, I'm just musing and mousing. Don't worry. It's like, uh, snowmobiles and cross-country? Logging and biologizing? Not cool.
No, seriously, Dick, the one time I got to have a conversation with him, when I told him that Liz was no longer a biker chick but a Flames mamma,
he asked about the Flames and wanted to join because he didn't have a car, just the bike. I had to tell him he needed to start his own chapter in Crows Landing, that we would charter it. Truth was, we wouldn't want anything to do with Modesto dwellers, especially the ones who sold drugs and shot people. Not those kinds of bad boys here...
I share Ben Robinson's attitude about the MoCity. He's live there his whole life. Keep the doors locked and the cars in the garage.
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 18, 2012 - 09:16pm PT
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Mouse do you remember the climber named Mitch from Winston/Salem North Carolina? He had a german shepherd named Buck (from The Call of the Wild). He was so very much the character of Dean Moriarty. I asked him once if he had ever read the book. He said; "I tried to once; but I threw it down sayin; he's too damned like me." One spring it was snowing in Yosemite and so Randy, Mitch, myself, a couple of other dudes whose names escape my senile brain went down to Tahquitz and Suicide rocks. Randy had the flu so bad and it was snowing even harder there.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:23am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:31am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:42am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 11:06am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 11:09am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:02pm PT
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"Somebody tell me I'm dreamin'."--Eric Burdon
Pat Stuart. We need a Pat Stuart. Paging Dr. Pat Stuart.
What are his sisses doing these days? Grandkids count?
And "The Sheila!" Patrick Oliver, take a look!
SS was at the Lodge Desk, as her sophisticated looks might indicate.
Though highly intelligent, some women have been known to fall for the most unlikely men. (Hope for me, hope for you.)
Not talking about PO, who snagged her after she "broke it off" with Millis, the poor inlikely dork I have in mind.
Gypsy, that's definitely a fly-fishing stance Randy is in on lakeside. Where's the pipe, though?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:36pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:38pm PT
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I have pretty much lost touch with the Stuart family. I know that Bonnie and probably Mary Lou still live in Santa Cruz. I do not know where Laurie is. PJ is a doctor and he married Mary Ellen Donohoe. Mary Ellen's sister Moira is an artist and has her own website. http://moiradonohoe.com/
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:47pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:48pm PT
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Sheila Slattery in her room in Degnan's dorms. I don't remember her working at the Lodge. I remember her working at Degnan's. She was one of the 4 women who lived in the apartment during the winter (Molly Felso, Sheila Slattery, Marylou Stuart and Terry Altman). That is where I met Randy. Sheila later met and married Vic Buffalo and they moved to Seattle where he worked as a CPA for Price-Waterhouse. She wrote romance novels under the name RoseAnne Williams.
She had great train-hoppin' stories from Yosemite to Boulder, Colorado with Pat Ament.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:53pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 19, 2012 - 03:58pm PT
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Me, about to risk it all. Mathis, cleaning his fingernails. Somewhere, in the distant past.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 19, 2012 - 04:08pm PT
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Lucky fellow, that Throwpie
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Fritz
Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Nov 19, 2012 - 08:16pm PT
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Great "time-machine" photos.
Thanks for posting up those early 70's shots.
I never made it to Yosemite for climbing until 1975, but I do appreciate the place.
The enjoyment of the 1975 trip was impared by the terror I experienced in climbing West Face of Leaning Tower.
First overhanging aid for me.
First Jumaring for me.
First cleaning and jumaring in the dark for me.
First lightless downclimbing in the dark for me. (we were really, really thirsty by the time we summited and Bridal Veil Creek lured us down into the dark)
It took me 40 years to realize how fun that all was!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 19, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... thank you for more history...
old photos, tell so much...
i am just now seeing old pics from another friend of mine,
from our neighborhood...
about his dad... very nice...
*very dad, about your wife-liz's friend, :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:25pm PT
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Fritz, the Tower is like that.
I think of it as a pugatorial experience because Millis and I did manage it on our first try, March of 1971. We lived but suffered from thirst due to n00b mistakes. Uh-oh. Make that the second attempt for me. I had a non-atttempt fail in its tracks before reaching the tree on the initial traverse.
From earlier in this thread:
So one night I am heavy into this little blonde server [she was Debbie Bird, pictured above, neither little nor a server, but quite well-endowed and working at Degnans's---my memory's bad, not mine; and Larry could be a shit] and am jamming on the dance floor so much with her and we seem to be going places when Larry came and snatched her away: He and his red-headed charm, his cowboy demeanor...aw, schist! So, drunk as I suddenly was, I staggered out into the night, found my hardware stash in camp, set out a rack for the Tower, and by the time I'd coffeed up with Ron Cagle, had convinced him to help in schlepping my haul sack, just a LaFuma guide pack with comestibles and Fern Spring water, while I carried the ropes and racks.
Bob Ashworth, my compadre from the Y Village Mtn. Shop and boulder-juggler supreme, has tales to compare. Getting down after deciding to bail, definite hell, it seems to me. Good reason to stay on the wall, a real man's decision, too. And then there are Sibylle and Bev, Jaysus! Soloing in tandem, my gosh!
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/215272/First-All-Woman-Ascent-of-El-Cap-Summit-Mag-April-1974
Sometimes maybe it's a good idea to bite off a bit more than we think we can consume. It teaches...something, not sure what.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 02:16am PT
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He taught me to surf. Well, he taught me where to go to surf. He had a shortie, I had a nine footer. He couldn't teach me much about quick turns, and I wouldn't get off that iceberg of a board. Rincon and the Jetties at Oxnard, my favorites.
In exhange, I got him started climbing, then we got Marc Irwin in on our act as well, aged 15. Ike and I just spoke this evening, as he's a deacon in the Catholic church, and I felt I needed some friendly words. After a bit, the conversation turned to Marc, who is related to his wife and my ex, so you know, kind of our little kid brother, so to speak. He visited from the East Coast recently and they drove up to Sespe gorge out of Ventura and got on the slabs.
"I can't see my toes, Ike."--Marc
We're all going over the hill, eventually, so let's make the most of it while the sun's still up!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 02:22am PT
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Thanks, thanks, thanks, Gypsy. Wonderful posts.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:39am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:55am PT
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Degnan's was owned by the Donohoe family. Randy worked there as a night janitor one year. That was the year that Rosemary made the bread and the pastries. At the end of Randy's shift he would always find a bear claw and a cup of coffee for him made by the beautiful Rosemary. Unfortunately, I have no photographs of her; but I remember she and I making granola in the Donohoe kitchen one winter day. I was sleeping on the living room floor at the Donohoe house on occasion and other times either in my favorite spot down by the Merced River or up in my cave (this was before I met Randy).
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 09:10am PT
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And myself--well, one of my favorite things to do these days is to travel to Corsica and photograph the two brothers in my favorite music group of all time--I Muvrini. They used the photos I took of them for their new CD, Imaginà. Anyway, with my permission, a woman contacted me about making a video of one of their songs with my portraits of the leader of the band, Jean-François Bernardini. Here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sih__i97Sgg&feature=fvwrel
Sorry I don't know how to embed the video directly into the thread
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:18pm PT
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Way the hey are you on about, Gypsy? You did just what you needed to do. No sweat, Sweetheart of the Radio.
You have another ardent admirer, el Jefe, the Rev. He was just here for about 90 minutes looking at OUR MASTERPIECE (his words). He had to listen to Musical Migrations, too. Poor sod. He's going home to Greeley Hill and Denise with his head stuck in a place somewhere between Mt. Lyell and your right and left breasts. Sorry, he's the Rev, and he never lies.
I do, but not he. Hee-hee! You are just the best for old bones to perk up. Jeff's stress level's high right now, with Lem in the home, and Betty just was diagnosed with a distal hernia. Yikes! His sister Julie, who baked at Degnan's too before she worked at a real job at the locge, is coming down tonight to take over for him at the family home. He's been there the whole month and has been up to see Denise only twice. Highly stressed, he is. He needed Jeffreshment and you helped BIGTIME, kid. So a big thank you, RadioLady.
He mentioned that the photo you and he are in together is at the Visitor's Center at TM, not the Tuolumne Lodge, whatever. He was really delighted to see some of Old Mattress-Face, Dick Ellsworth, too. And Matt. And Pat. And Sheila. And Debbie Bird. He had similar results with Little Debbie to mine. Just sayin'.
He wished you a Happy Thanksfuture and a Merry Crustchove. He said thank you for the memories. I gave him a Entrance Exam on the use of the PC and he had his moments. He's on the road to the 21st Century, could become one of the leaders of the same if he dressed more like Mitt. Hey, again, I'm just sayin'.
VOTE FOR REVEREND MATHIS AND SAVE YOUR SOUL. Send cash, check, or M.O. now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:39pm PT
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OK, Gypsy and friends,
it's time for a change-up, a new thing to clear the cobs and thank our Gypsy Girl. When she visits Iberia, or the coastal areas of France or goes to La Corse, does she see rock climbers in action? Probably, but they are not so impressive in Lycra and helmets as was Hamm in his ultra-alpinist's red hat and baggy sweater.
So we gotts do something for her to thank her for the wonderful photos.
Here's one way. Our friend from Oslo, Marlow, has started a thread today on some miserable Frog creeks in the Marshay area, vaguely to the south of France. My idea is to go to Portugal and Spain for some REAL climbing. Hey, it's away from the gear-eating saltwater.
Sabroso!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:44pm PT
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Montserrat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:48pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 06:18pm PT
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I can see Ron Cagle in lycra.
Jerry Anderson, probably at a Halloween party, never on a crag.
Cagle's would have dark doobie holes, be torn and he'd likely team it up with a "matching" flannel plaid shirt...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:29pm PT
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Funny you should mention Portugal. My grandparents (all four of them immigrated to U.S. from the Azores Islands). I have been trying to talk my sisters into a reverse migration. Let us go back there and live, I say!
But Corsica is a granite island with beautiful mountains that rise from sea level with magical names like Monte Cintu and Paglia D'Orba. I spend a good deal of time walking in the mountains listening to the silence. I know that people climb there but I have not met any of the climbers. I have met the shepherds, the cheesemakers, the singers, the knife makers, the bell makers, the poets.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:31pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:33pm PT
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Nov 20, 2012 - 09:54pm PT
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I LOVE this thread. Just wonderful. Oh boy, that wild turkey, made me homesick. Grew up in Western Pa and Thanksgiving was "going out back and shooting a bird". They are beautiful. Shoulda been the national bird.
Keep it going, enjoying this so much!
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 11:10pm PT
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I so thank you, I really do because it means a lot to so many. Magnify that by the generations and they increase exponentially, these little cliques of climbers from every state in the US and province in Canada, especially. I sure don't want to forget Borut and Marlow, either.
I am one of those people who generally get by. I didn't work hard enough to get ahead far, nor am I fat. I take what's given gladly with joy...
This afternoon the Key Club from the high school delivered a turkey and fixings. I got my State ID renewed. I had several deightful converstions with my sister and with Ike and the Rev's mom, Betty. I walked over thirty blocks, slow. My knees and concrete don't mix. But I feel good. Plus Bevin, my daughter is coming tomorrow to spend the day with me, and bringing my EX, Dolores. Are you ready for that, Gypsy, and they'll be here just as you air your Musical Migrations show tomorrow. Wed. 1-4 pm
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
It was a fine day and tomorrow's going to be the same, ex-wife (and her sister Val) will come to see me, I'll show them how the old places have changed, get a look at the UC, and maybe have time for some chess. Dolores and I used to play chess back before TV was invented.
My climbing light's been relit like old TAD and the fire's still burning in old RON and It's With Great Pleasure that I announce that the Rev and I had a small executive session--who knows where Larry is, Mark's probably in SF, but can't be located, and John Yeates is somewhere between Virginia City and Timbuktu, and Throwpie does anything the Rev suggests with little questioning--so they can't put in, and the time has come today to announce that Ron Anderson wil be invited to take the place of Millis. Randy's place is ably filled by the peripatetic one, the Gypsy.
This tread is going to stay awile. We just now passed two hundred posts, and that's big compared to the rest of the threads I haveinitiated. Askany editor worth a darn and they will take a human interest tale over a political story most any day, unless it's a real big cheese. And sports, well, we are and we aren't a sport, so, this type thread is more appealing to the general public.
At this moment I want to thank Joe Fitschen, whose invluence here, is not marginal, but very real. I have learned a lot about story-telling from that masterful maker of myth. So thanks, Joe, and all, and have a gluttonous Thanksgiving, but one without too many ingredients with Genetically Modified foods, OK? Except for the turkeys. They're pretty much GM-ed more than any food in the world! Hah!
I had to stick that in, neebee. You've scared me off most foods. Riley would be proud!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 21, 2012 - 01:40am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
as to your quote:
i really like this:
I spend a good deal of time walking in the mountains listening to the silence. I know that people climb there but I have not met any of the climbers. I have met the shepherds, the cheesemakers, the singers, the knife makers, the bell makers, the poets
the life of the hills, :)
say, mouse...
i enjoyed seeing that part about playing chess/checkers?, instead of tv,
:)
ohmy, gm foods, who would have ever thought, way back in our-and-folks' day...
i always innocently just thought food would just be: plain simple god-made food :O
well, i been babysitting these last nights, while fighting a cold from one of the kids, way earlier on, :O
so i have been missing all the taco reads...
saw a few new neat looking things up...
there's soooo much that i want to go read and visit, but i need to
go sleep so i can finish some paintings, :)
i WILL get back here this weekend, :)
well--saturday, AFTER i babysit again, :))
i bumped the secret santa...
and that was about it, for tonight, :)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 10:19am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 10:22am PT
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Mouse, Annie Ebrel is one of my favorite Breton singers. I hope to travel to Brittany soon--perhaps next year. I have a friend who has a house there and another friend who has a friend who has an oyster farm. It is said to have the most wonderful light and of course, for me that is what photography is all about--the light.
I try to avoid genetically modified foods whenever possible but sometimes they are not always labeled as such. And of course as kids, we certainly ate our share of Hostess sno-balls, Wonder bread and balogna sandwiches and the like
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2012 - 11:37am PT
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Gypsy, here's a homage to the peripatetic DJ.
There are some songs on WHAT SONG are you listening to right now, you might see, and hear, which are There because You let Me know about Them. That's such a special thing about El Taco.
I visited El Taco in my sleep last night.
It was like a dream. Like that photo. Doubly exposed. A "trick shot."
The dream rows out of the sea onto a dessicated land, a sardine-less land. It resembles Carmel, but smells like Watsonville.
Two Latinos get out and start playing and singing of lost Laysen and the glory of gazpacho.
They attract the attention of a man and his dog there on the beach. It's John Steinbeck and his poodle, Charley, out stalking Kim Novak, whose home is further down this beach towards Malpaso Creek. Or is that Soquel Creek?No matter, for the dog lifts his leg on the tenor and they depart in rather a hurry.
Then the tide moves in and the air is filled with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57Gby56kwm8 It's the Platters on la playa.
We're all playahs here in El Taco. You kind of have to respect that. Not everyone is Righteous, Brothers.
Then the sea birds come and circle around the beach. Alfred Hitchcock, accompanied by a guy named Prufrock, jog by, dressed like Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. They are here strictly for the birds, they say, but the truth is that Alice from the Restaurant sent them all the way here just to collect some shellfish, because you are supposed to get anything you want at Alice's. Just ask Arlo.
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The Jolly Green Giant, wearing a gi-normous Nazi helmet and an apron with a Hang-Ten logo on it comes striding over the dunes.
HO-HO-HO! Happy Thanksgiving, my little Hodads and Surf Bunnies! The spinach crop tired me out, but then I revived by thinking, "What would Popeye do?" It kind of amazed even ME. And I'm big on amazement.
He leaves us some spinach leaves, large enough to make ourselves a cabana where we can get out of the sun, eat some tapes, and drink some Coronas. We watch the sun set slowly in the east. It does that here. The music is a soft, mellow set.
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The dawn comes, I arise, coffee up, and drive off into the sunset.
I fall asleep, you arise and go back to the moon. The tide rushes out.
I awake and find two things: I am rested, I am alone.
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 02:47pm PT
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When my mom was alive, my son and I would leave Santa Cruz at about 5 a.m. to drive across Pacheco Pass to the farm outside of Fresno. We would all gather there for the holiday. Usually early Christmas morning I would drive home also leaving about 5 a.m. I well remember one early Christmas morning driving through someplace like Mendota or Firebaugh and watching and entire mariachi band--instruments and costumes and those large sombreros load into a Chevy station wagon all sleepy and slightly drunk from an all night party. And to quote Randy "that warmed the cockles of my heart."
OOh Annie Ebrel and Eric Marchand--two of the greatest Breton singers. Here is another one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlKSIduOsUA
Course, these old guys are what it is really all about--mouth music for dancers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0CQTFZlDkU&feature=related
and in traditional Breton dance, they move to the left because that is the way the earth turns.
and of course Alan Stivell is also a classic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRpNVMjnDmY
There used to be an interview I did with Mariza on line at one time; but I do not think it is there anymore. She is an outstanding performer. She was tired and it wasn't a great interview anyway. Some of my best interviews were done with Odetta, Claudia Gomez, Aqnazar (the first Tadjik artist to perform in the U.S. AND I was the only one who did an interview with him) and Tenores de Oniferi. Also I did one of JF Bernardini many years ago and I hope to record a new one next time I see him.
One of my very favorite tunes that Mariza sings is Chuva (Rain) by Jorge Fernando.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzrUs08-SWs
And JF Bernardini and his brother Alain and their band I Muvrini (and one of the major reasons why I travel to Corsica)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELBBcDY0li4
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 04:30pm PT
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NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 04:39pm PT
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NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 07:42pm PT
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NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 07:48pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2012 - 09:59pm PT
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Never, never. Land o' Goshen, child! Junction, that is.
I recall fly fishing in Soquel for the daintiest wannabe steelies. We had to move...real...slow...dappling...the midgetest flies we had...and I got a Leviathan of six inches! Just the one, immediate release from the barbless fly.
The only other spot I've gone where it's like that is on the Clark Fork of Illillouette Creek. Karen Daly, we gotta go check that out next Facelift. I'll even buy a license...it's only fair--you bought the out-of-state license, then got an extra day added on for HOW MUCH?!?!
I recall that Tim, my brother the fishing guide, was guilty of some angling infraction years ago. He was driving through Sonora or Twain Harte, got stopped, taken in for the warrant the officer found on him, and had to call Mom to come to bail him out. This was her Mothers' Day adventure that year!
Oh, but all fly fishermen smoke weed. Or drink like a fish. Or lie like there's no telling. When Randy talked fishing, it was no brag, just plain and simple fascination, like with climbing and his doodling.
I hope you had as much fun on Thanksgiving as I did, Gypsy. I saw the haps on Facebook. As for my day, I got hold of the Simon brothers who once lived down the hall in Middle Earth and we played Scrabble, watched Cowboys and Indians, drank a good Cab, had the stuffing, turkey, and Waldorf salad and a pie and some schwag. I was so glad to be able to share all that food the Key Club left, and my neighbors even gave us another half of an apple pie!
Thanks, God of food, mirth, music, and companionship.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2012 - 10:34pm PT
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Liz.
She met Merry and Werner that afternoon, along with my rock brothers surrounding El Cap Meadow. And we visited the Yosemite graveyard, just because we were a little serious that day, our first as man and wife, until death.
Food, mirth, music, and companionship.
Shade in the summer, warmth in the winter, and her tattoos promise moving pictures all year long.
"Why do climbing women all look like boys?"--Elizabeth Ann Freeman Ruffalo Bermingham on her honeymoon
"Hey, here's another photograph in this book of Mt. Lyell, babe!"--Mouse at the cabin in Wawona on the honeymoon
"Really?"--sexy babe in the bunk
"Yeah, that's what, nine or ten of them. This is a great library."--MFM
"Wanna do some rock climbing, some real 5.10?"--SBIB
"On belay, sweetie!"--her belay slave
Is that Chris Perry, Cowboy's lady, and yourself in the faded Camp 6 shot? Or your sister, maybe?
When Dolores looked at the shot of Cowboy Larry? My gosh, she didn't know who he was. He was our Best Man in 1971...What a slam, now I think of that. Oh, well. She is the PhD.
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NC
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Nov 24, 2012 - 06:50am PT
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Is that Dolores in the photo above?
No, I am not in the photo you refer to. Those are "The Karens" Well, at least that is what I wrote on the back. I know for sure the woman in the red scarf was "Red Karen" not because she always wore a red scarf but because she was very leftist political and was a union organizer. The ranger woman I believe is also Karen and she lived in Camp 6.
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NC
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Nov 24, 2012 - 06:51am PT
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In what subject did Dolores receive her PHD? That is impressive. Tell her congratulations (rather belatedly I am sure). Randy got his BA from UC Santa Cruz in art; but myself I have only had a formal education up to high school. The rest of my education was in the schools of Hard Rocks and Thin Ice.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 07:54am PT
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Nov 24, 2012 - 07:58am PT
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Nov 24, 2012 - 08:00am PT
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Nov 24, 2012 - 08:07am PT
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Gypsy
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Nov 24, 2012 - 08:10am PT
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Gypsy
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Nov 24, 2012 - 08:12am PT
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Randy said that when he was in Viet Nam, if the soldiers were given an order they didn't really want to follow they would say "What are you going to do to me? Cut my hair off and send me to Viet Nam?
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NC
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Nov 24, 2012 - 08:14am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 03:05pm PT
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That ranger would be Karen Anders, the nice person who might have been on duty at the kiosk in Camp 4 early on. (I know Chris Perry, Larry's lady, worked in the kiosk, too. Her hair was a delicious shade of strawberry blonde.
I dDon't know the gal you call "Red Karen." Is she a friend of Conan's?
The picture on the last post on the previous page is Liz, my second wife, showing up the Rostrum's prow.
Dolores is a high school algebra teacher and got her doc at Mills in Oakland. I guess she took it in Mathematics, likely, all things being equal. (Phew! Sorry!)
Another Flames Mamma, Sha'a'la (Shawla), married and left John Yeates, the "dimmest Flame," and eventually did the same number as Dolores, but she got Doctored about five yars before Dolores.
That's Ron Cagle on the left in back of Sonja H. Can't ID the wimp in the glasses. Whoever you are, lol... :O)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 03:26pm PT
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That sure looks like Randy's mom ought to look. There is a strong resemblance in their noses and their "smiles."
The Rev seems to remember your sister Lynette fondly, but that's his tale.
The poor kitty-cats! We called Priscilla that when we first took him and his brother out from under Ike's shed in Oxnard, braving the claws of Momma Cats. She was a blubbery old thing with a nasty temperament. He didn/t care, so we left the name stand. He was the most marvelous jumper, and cat-fishing was our most popular indoor recreation. Siamese, if you please.
Izzy led a short life, sleeping under tires of parked cars on Dwight Way will have that effect on a dozing cat. Priscilla met a somewhat similar fate in the parking lot of the shop that ran on "sidereal time" in the rear of our building. It was in the stars.
Spot, who the heck remembers cats named Spot? We had Mike, Nancy, Linda, Ziggy, Tigger, and Gary over the next seven years. Baby Gary came home with me from the shelter in my shirt pocket and grew into a monster, able to leap tall anythings gracefully. And Tigger took leave when the neighbor took off one morning and Tig was in the bed. The last he saw, Tig was on the divider on I-80 at the Hilltop Drive on-ramp after leapin/falling from the ledge outside the passenger window onto the freeway. He saw him in the rear-view mirror. Tig showed up back at the house months later, his claws shredded from the landing on the ashphalt.
Cats! Sheesh.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 24, 2012 - 03:28pm PT
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Our Mouse hisself in the Vertical World of Yosemite. The same photo was incorrectly labled as George Meyers in an issue of Ascent.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 03:48pm PT
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The G.M. was with the party that day, which included Andy Cox, his buddy, and Jean Neal, Galen's friend, and it was fail for me, fail for Cox, and Jean failed over on Little John. I came down right after the 5.9 wouldn't go. Galen needed a second to finish up on LJ and I volunteered while the others had their go on MD.
We had a whale of a time ss Cox's lense fell out of his eyeglasses and perched on his shoulder! Ludicrousness and failure go hand in hand in this avocation, methinks.
It's funny that Galen put that photo in Vertical World. He didn't even remember my name, but that's OK, you know who I am, Pie!
And Millis got his fifteen minutes of fame when Sherry A. doodled him. And he got labelled Millis, not Dennis Miller. You would think GR might have remembered "Mouse" as a nickname, but GM is far better-known, so it's really a no-brainer why he called me that. I never saw that issue of Accent on Climbing.
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SCseagoat
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Santa Cruz
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Nov 24, 2012 - 04:26pm PT
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Still so good! Feel like I'm reading a novela! Loving it
Susan
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throwpie
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Berkeley
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Nov 24, 2012 - 04:39pm PT
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Not doubt it's you mouse...if you look real close you can see the non thumb.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 04:51pm PT
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You loosey-goosey, that's a lot of close looking, because the non-thumb's no eht tfel dnah, nevets.
Santa Cruz seagoat, a wee thank you, but I must say it's fun writing about one's many selves which one has been in the past, and the elves who appear in my Middle Earth, like Odd (and CosmicC just phoned, too!), and the guy upstairs who knows the Rev from his days at Bagger Ass, they all help to string the thread out a bit more, leading where?
Don't want to know, just want to keep on truckin'.[Click to View YouTube Video]I'm a rubber-legged boy from Bedlam. My brother Mike recently sent a picture of an old Bucyrus Erie 22B, which is just a drag-line getting old. :) It's not an old steam drill, like in the song, Down the Road Apiece, by Chuck Berry. For the last fifty-odd years that to me sounded like Osteen Grill and I just now looked the lyrics up, so there ya go, around and around (B side to Johnny B. Goode) in a circle and you're back where your started.
I believe I'll ride. I believe I'll go back home.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 24, 2012 - 05:12pm PT
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No, I don't think that is Cagle in the photo with Sonja. They were two climbers I didn't know--even at the time. They were from elsewhere...I think this was when Randy and Gene Foley were doing the Leaning Tower.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
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Look achoo! Gesundheit!
The past staring at me, so here's looking back achoo! (Bless me!)
The Nuke Asshole looks delicious and I'm sure the brownies were nutritious, Dwain.
Here's looking achoo, Locker, Bird, and CosmicCragsman.
Those coals can only bring to mind [Click to View YouTube Video]
Can you dig it?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Nye lye kit.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 06:52pm PT
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Simply done, Tad. This will have to do till later.
MFM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2012 - 07:09pm PT
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This is what many city dwellers my age and older might call a steam shovel, thoughtlessly. It's a drag line, and it's purpose is to put thousands of chinese out of work by doing their jobs, which was to dig for gold out on the banks of the Califaornia streams or to dig irrigation ditches, and so forth.
Then there were the dredgers and the dredges (the first being the operator, the second the actual floating machinery).
When Mike sent me the photos, his email read in part, "...the old wooden dredges that screwed this place up in the first place (back in the 1930s)."
The rows of cobbles, as most of you know from our State's sad mining history, represents the last gasp of relatively high-volume mining here.
The rocks and the consequent uselesness of the land they lie on are the reason he was able to buy so much land (twenty acres) with frontage on the Merced. What used to be fertile bottom land that held the world's largest single fig orchard (reputedly), in the thirties was flooded and worked over to a depth of maybe as far down as suction would work. If you don't understand hydraulics, you aren't missing a thing. Spelunkers, now...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 12:49am PT
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I forgot about this flyer I received from VonD and Mary Lou. I was not in attendance. The flyer is printed on both sides.
Did anyone else get there? I'm betting not one Flame went to see his shade do whatever his shadiness does after he splits the scene.
"Constant gardener" you bet!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 01:02am PT
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This is an article trying to unravel the skeins of an ongoing fight over unscheduled water releases by PG&E on the Stanislaus.
My brother's picture was featured because one picture of a Bermingham is worth lots, and there is more to the article, but it's surely out-of-date.
Tim made one comment, which I thought a lot of. He said:
"We had been concerned about what was happening (on the Feather River), but now it'sall of a sudden in owur own back yard on the Stanislaus. It's a long, convoluted mess we're getting into. The fishermen are starting to separate apart from one another and you can't fight something like this if your are divided."
His group is the Anglers Committee Against Artivicial White Water Flows (ACAAWWF). A-sea-double-A double double-U Ef.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 01:22am PT
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The story told by my great-grandmother's mother of coming to California in 1851. Edna Bermingham married to Tom Bermingham, who emigrated from Galway in the 1870s and worked for the SPRR as a switchman in the Sacramento canyon below Dunsmuir at a little place called Delta, where the family owned some land.
It's a great fising stretch. The rapids invite you for a ride and there are cliffs to dive from. And it's Shasta water. It just hasta be.
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 25, 2012 - 07:19am PT
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Thanks for the shots of Shiela Slattery. I took a liking to the
sweet lass that year in Yosemite, right when Higgins and I did
Nerve Wrack Point, in Tuolumne in the early 1970s.
She rubbed lotion all over my body for nearly a week,
because I got so horribly sunburned on that climb I couldn't move.
One day when I was bouldering, she followed me around Camp 4. I had
been working on a problem I never finished, as the top-out had
almost nothing, but I was up there, almost had it, and when I realized
I was about to have to jump, I asked her to stand under me. I put my
foot on the top of her head and stood there. At one point, in quiet
humble distress, she said, "Honey...." I had never been called that
before, and being a bit immature, to say the least, that was the
beginning of the end of our relationship. I was that superficial.
But I sang and played piano for her at the lodge and at the chapel,
nice nights when we were alone. And I talked her into quitting her job
at Degnan's and riding the freights with me back to Colorado. She was
ready to marry me. In some kind of playful mood I asked her to
change her name, spell her first name backward. It would now be
Aleihs (ahhleece). In Boulder, I promptly ran into another woman I
also had met in Yosemite, whom Higgins and I referred to as
beautiful Peggy. We met her in Tuolumne at that same time, when Tom
and I went into the little cafe in the Meadows. She worked at the
Lodge somewhere and transferred up to the Meadows at times.
We made her blush when Tom and I sang Dylan's "Love to
spend the night with Peggy Day...." Anyway, I fell for Peggy
instantly, and Ahleihs had a kind of breakdown, where she came after
me with both fists... Can't imagine why, but she did return to
Yosemite and got her job back at Degnan's. I ran
into her several times, and I always felt terrible about what I did.
Each year that went by, I realized what a great woman I had there
but was too stupid to know it.... Then when I tried to find her years
later, it was impossible, and only now do I learn she got married
and all those things. Peggy was closet-gay, and on Halloween the next
year, Higgins and I met in the Valley and climbed and attended
the Halloween party at the Ahwahnee. I dressed up as a woman, wearing
one of Peggy's blonde wigs, to fool Higgins' pilot friend who was
looking for a date, and when Peggy saw me dressed as a female she
knew for the first time truly that she wasn't after men. And when
the disguise came off, we were history..., strange as things go
sometimes.... I do remember glancing out a window of her cabin and
seeing a very large bear gazing right into my eyes, a few inches
away, with a big tag on its ear. Wow, that was 40 years ago.
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 25, 2012 - 11:11am PT
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Nov 25, 2012 - 11:35am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 12:01pm PT
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Good Morning, Tad! Good morning, Ron! Good morning, Gypsy!
Gray's a beautiful color today. It's foggy as heck and the bones are creaky and it's hard to warm up, too.
The Delta stretch sounds like the local liars' club. I drove hundreds of miles one Labor Day in our pickup, the red Courier, before I built the camper shell for it, with Dolores and the dog kClover to the Mad River in the mid-seventies, the drought years.
We slept overnight on the Claire Engel Reservoir (Trinity Dam) and drove to Covelo, then through the woods to the Mad River below the Ruth Reservoir. The Mad yielded the best-eating little trout we ever had. Straight from the stream to the pan.
Then we headed down to the Eel, but not much water, not what I looked for. So we hit Delta. I landed a huge old rainbow hen on a night crawler (pot-shot, really) and we took it to Redding where my Gramma cooked it on a plank for us.
Every boy should have memories of Gramma's house. I sure do and I'll share those over a bottle of Glenlivet with you and Ron over the campfire. Can we camp at Tom's Thumb?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 12:10pm PT
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Today Is a Gray Peak Day In Peachtree Merced.
11/18/12
It is cloudy and gray here today in Merced.
It could be cloudy and grey if I were somewhere in England (because of the vowel change, don't you know).
It is a gray peaked day over in the Clark Range, too.
It reminds me of a Randall Hamm photograph I saw once, with a barely discernible human subject standing atop Mt. Lyell like Ernest Hemingway at his typewriter--just standing there looking gravely and discerningly at the lens of another's creativity.
I guess that it's just my imagination. It gets fired up by lovely women. Especially when they are on the best possible, the highest, the Betty of Yowlsemite peaks. Or behind a library circulation department desk.
It is a good day to read a book.
It is a better day to watch football.
It is even a still Betty day whenever I go to visit our local County Library, which I can see from my window--along with Mt. Clark, all grey and granity on the horizon, backed up by his posse, Gray Peak, Red Peak and Merced Peak,running south. I can see them also from the top floor of the library.
Ho! for Southern Yowlsemite and eastern Madera County, the friendly neighbor to the south, which has a fine Central Library of its own, I've heard. And Balls, and Bass Lake and Ahwahnee and Nip in Mariposa is so jealous. I get to Madera only about never any more. I only care about their lovely mountains. And the history of the place is part of Yowlsemite's history, so there it is.
And I shall tell you why it's a Betty day whenever I go to visit the library, but first please give me a couple of seconds to find a bookmark (I said in an aside).
[Thanks. I'm reading Going Up, standing up at a bureau-dresser-clothes- storage unit, like young Papa Hemingway did, according to many, whenever he wrote; and it's going slow because it's really climbing porn and I want it to last. I usually use a bookmark made of pink thread, but it ran away with the jazz thread, so I am using an old piece of TP, autographed by JK--the beat poet? He goes well with Fitschen. They were contemoraries, nearly. I'm not positive of that, but it fits my mental time frame. See how time telescopes when you talk of others' lives and loves? I like that about life. I could talk about myself for hours, just like Joe, only my life wouldn't be nearly as interesting nor as lust-ridden as Joe's, to be sure, but it just might help me to live longer. But I digress--at signifiant risk to my longevity, and then there's the Forty-Niner game, too.]
There is a library here where the books sleep under their covers on shelves in rows like a climbing hostel in the Gunks.
The librarian calls the shots on who is allowed to check them out.
What do you want--she's a County Employee, hardcore about rules, but with a gushy heart. She controls some of my beta, some of my entertainment, but is concerned that I don't have to work very hard to acquire my knowledge or to entertain myself with the words that she has graciously provided.
Each time any client leaves with a stack of books or has paid a fine for forgetfulness, laziness, or just plain rude behavior with "her" books, Betty faithfully utters these words, "Have a peachy day."
She's a black woman, wearing a different daishiki each day, one that corresponds to the fruity avoir of that day, because I got her started by telling her one day, "Your routine is too routine, liven it up."
As the astute lady in green one day; the wise woman in kiwi brown another day; or miss melange of lilac and pink and fruit-ka-bab blue with a head scarf of black and white booka-dots, she took to using a different kind of fruit with each person she served.
"Have a raspberry day, honey."
"Go on and have a honeysuckle day, y'all."
She was from Baton Rouge originally, so it's just not any wonder she is so colorful.
I still owe her two and a half dollars for a late return on Confederate General from Bigster, NV.
It's not exactly money well-spent, as you might not think, because he's such a good writer, that Ron Anderson; and the stuffed teddies he encountered in the woods that day--what a special treat!
I had simply misplaced the book and finally found it ten days later in my stack of porn.
The wages of sin.
I would sin with that sweet-talking librarian.
She swings.
I wonder how she looks in a grey teddy--I'm taking Betty to London.
[Thanks to In Watermelon Sugar by RBr]
Good morning, Patrick Oliver! I can only say, in response to that poignant reminiscence, Top that, Kerouac! I was hoping like heck you might respond. Our thanks.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 12:25pm PT
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Ron, you ARE the last BS.
Blanks might be better, in the case of BF, but with bikers or tweakers, ya gotta let 'em know!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 25, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 07:21pm PT
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4:20, Ron.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 07:25pm PT
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Should we start a For The Fathers thread or stay here?
Decisions, decisions.
Stay here.
Belay that.
If you start it, I will be there.
Belay that.
You decide.
Looks like it's a fine place to crash, the bivy spot.
Is it too early to call shotgun? You said you have a truck.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 07:51pm PT
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Dead Ringer for the Malaise of Charles Sherwood Stratton
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you
Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got
Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon
Up on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same
Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his postAnd picking up angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost
I started out on Burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough
WHY NOT GET TOM THUMB'S BLUES AS A RINGTONE FOR YOUR CELL?!--Sweet Martha Lorraine
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NC
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Nov 25, 2012 - 07:53pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2012 - 08:26pm PT
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Going Up, page 277.
Every horse in this string will have a different story to tell about the journey. They embellish one another's tails. The life of the half-breed metaphor is like the life of...a horse with half a tail!
"neato peeto" as Gypsy used to utter.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2012 - 12:54pm PT
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Reasonable. Well-put. Sold.
Concurrence, Tad?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2012 - 01:34pm PT
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I got that, OK, Roger, can do, willco, ten-four, no prob, all righty-dighty, and sure, thanks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2012 - 01:50pm PT
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"You'll pay fer this!"--Yosemite Sam
Tad's a varmint. I should know. Ron?
This shows what it means to the unit when one tries to run the ship which is not run by a crew but a team. I suppose I'm just trying to see some redeeming value in watching cartoons, here, but this one surely gives a good rendering of how important anchors are.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJH50kkjuTQ&feature=plcp
Got me watching cartoons instead of reading Jake's Ranch. Ravmint!
"Belay there say, ya long-eared galoot!"--neebunny
I'm a shnook, and couldn't resist, neither.
Ma apologee neebee...
It's not Saturday morning agin, is it?
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NC
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Nov 26, 2012 - 08:18pm PT
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Nov 26, 2012 - 08:29pm PT
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Nov 26, 2012 - 08:39pm PT
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 26, 2012 - 09:41pm PT
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Except for myself, the ladies in the above photo all worked at Degnan's in 71, 72, etc. Mollie played guitar and sang in the dorm rooms and sometimes in the dorm hallway. Sheila told great stories and read our palms. Sue Homick later became a veterinarian. (Sheila wrote one of her Harlequin romances based on Sue as a character) Mary Lou is part of the infamous Stuart clan--the counterpart to the infamous Donohoe clan. And of course Pat and Matt were best friends. I used to sleep on their porch once in a while and occasionally come over to dinner. One night at dinner, I met this crazy man who was living in June Lake. We decided we would go backpacking together. He asked me when I wanted to go. I said "How about now?" It was ten o'clock at night. We slung on our backpacks and walked out the door. We were together for twelve years until the day he died.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 26, 2012 - 10:26pm PT
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I read The World According to Garp and I though yeah, sure...I read The Hotel New Hampshire and thought--yeah, right, noboby's life is like a John Irving novel. And then I thought again and thought "wait, a minute, my life is a John Irving novel. Okay. Randy was killed at age 33 on Good Friday which also happened to be April Fool's Day. He was climbing the cross on Mt. Davidson in San Francisco with an inexperienced climber (who obviously did not know how to belay properly) whose name was Fritz and Fritz was the lead singer in a punk band called The Mutants. And Randy was working as an animator on feature animation films and on his own independent films. The film he was working on at home was finished by his friends and used as the title sequence in the 16 Tournée of Animation. I held a wake and tree planting ceremony for Randy after he died and spread his ashes under that same tree. Although over 200 people attended there was not a single rock climber there.
Put that in your book Mouse and see if anyone believes it.
So now you have the beginning story of a 12 year relationship and the ending story of the same relationship. We were never legally married--nor even illegally married. We just lived together that long and had a son who is now 36.
And I am old now. And my son is even wilder than his dad.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 26, 2012 - 10:35pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2012 - 11:05pm PT
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"Hey, Paint it purple and put a pink ribbon on it an sell it to American Romance, sister."
I can hear Matt tell Pat under his breath. Nada was sacred tween them two. Nada.
They were very much like us flatlanders, Jeff and I. And when we got there to Yosemite, learned about the climbs they had done, we were glad to hang with them as much as we could for a while. Cowboy was the enzyme, the enabler, the puppet-master and then we kind of separated.
Matt and Pat should have found a pinnacle together and climbed it for yucks. They likely thought of it!
Matt took a nasty fall on Meatgrinder, but I really know nothing, who was belaying, what pro he had, what held him, how loud and how loud his scream was, whether he was cut up, as the name suggests, if he got a second wind and like a true Irishman, went off to the Circus Room Bar.
I know he fell because he was tired. He kind of collapsed and bing! Whoops! Ouch! Etf*#kingcetera.
But no, the stories belongs right here, actually, for now, at least. they have still got to resolve and dissolve and revolve in our minds for another forty years. I'm willing to wait. Unless Mr. Merry is right, and I need to write a pudlication. I'm happy.
For today, I can provide this tribute to some Flames running dogs and doggers.
The Shaft FA 1971 Matt Donohoe George Meyers
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=728084&msg=728772#msg728772
Dromedary Direct 5.10c FA 1971 Barry Bates Matt Donohoe Herb Swedlund
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=510459&msg=510567#msg510567
Chocolate Dihedral 5.9 1970 Rick Sylvester Matt Donohoe
Degnan Diagonals 5.9 1970 Rick Sylvester Matt Donohoe Barry
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=376225&msg=376665#msg376665
There is a lot of good content in the threads mentioned.
Wherever the Donohoes and Stuarts have gone off to, that alone would be a saga.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 26, 2012 - 11:24pm PT
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I had my own landscaping business for about 26 years in Santa Cruz, Ca. About 5 years ago (more or less), I was up high in a tree pruning it when I hear the door of the house where I was working open. Someone said "Gypsy?" I turned around to stare down at someone I thought I didn't know. I said "Yes". He said "Barry Bates". Oh! ha ha ha ha ha. Turns out he was visiting his in-laws. He invited me in for something cold to drink when I was finished. So I continued to prune the tree and then went in later to hear how he was doing and to meet his wife. I remember Barry coming over almost every night for dinner the winter I lived in the Donohoe house in the valley. Matt always cooked him a steak from the huge stash of meat that was in the freezer in their room off the dining room. I think that was where the old Degnan's used to be (or where they would make the bread for Degnan's in the early days). Anyway, there were footprints all over the walls in the dining room from climbers standing along the wainscotting and doing one finger pullups in the doorjambs. One night Barry and I took a long walk in the dark and ended up in the middle of the road lying on our backs watching a complete lunar eclipse. That was the first time in my life I remember seeing a lunar eclipse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2012 - 11:54pm PT
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My name's Jack Cheese. I'm a hunnerd eight. Lemme tell ya, we saw three features for fifty cents in Ventura on our way out to Josh. It was rolled taco night, too, at the drive-in near the high school and we'd never had a rolled taco, but Millis, he introduced us to the rolled taco. I think I mighta posted that on the New Taco, but you'll have to ask Anders if it's okay to use his wikitikotalkie thing-ma-bob or what the heck them kids're using now.
Oh, yeah, hey there I almost forgot. We got Willie Wonka Was Here, A Mouse Called Horse, and the capper was The Little Horny Man! I remember it like it wasn't eighty-some years ago.
Looks like old Gypsy's waking up. You'll have to be patient. She never takes out that pair of remote ear-buds.
"Don't worry my son, you will be back with us, I dreamed it last night. I saw you with your wives."--Old Lodge Skins
Younger Bear: I have a wife. And four horses.
Jack Crabb: I have a horse... and four wives.
Jul 7, 2006 - 05:31pm PT
Mutt,
It's a well known fact that short people appear fatter, so that is probably an accurate representation of your physique. Better contact Barry Bonds about some growth hormone. I understand a remake of the Wizard of Oz is in discussion, maybe some potential work for you? Didn't I see you in Willy Wonka as an Umpa Lumpa?--fattrad
Jul 7, 2006 - 06:41pm PT
I thought this was going to be about a movie with Dustin Hoffman and Chief Dan George, godamnitalltohell.--dirtineye
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 27, 2012 - 12:18am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
thanks for sharing... nice to see you...
say, no to worry... we all have or will have, the
'shadows of time' graced upon us.. :)
i like hear all this old stuff...
i always loved santa cruz...though i was a kid
there and did not roam and have adventures there...
some of my family had adventures, later, and some friends, too, of
theirs...
thanks again...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 27, 2012 - 12:36am PT
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Hey gypsy...here's the cabin you and randy turned us on to up in Eureka canyon. Peggy and I went up there a few years ago to find it but alas it had burned in the huge fire that swept the canyon.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 27, 2012 - 10:00am PT
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Wow, Throwpie--what a flashback!!! Sorry to hear it burned down. Well as Cowboy Larry used to say "Sometimes your house burns up and sometimes your house burns down."
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 27, 2012 - 07:46pm PT
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If anyone has contact info for Shiela Slattery, please let me know.
I would like to get in touch with her. Thank you Gypsy for your
suggestions and for the photos above.
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 27, 2012 - 07:54pm PT
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 27, 2012 - 08:09pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 27, 2012 - 09:02pm PT
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Wow, the ice cool climber from Bold who came in from the cold.
Went back to being cold in Bold.
He didn't realize..."Ahh, you're gonna miss me, baby!" was her way to prophetize.
"How can you say you miss my love when you never needed it?"
--13th Floor Elevator
We all gotta be fools at least once.
Price to pay.
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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Nov 27, 2012 - 09:52pm PT
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I think it is funny how during that big hair and mustache period everyone looked like porn stars.
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 27, 2012 - 10:27pm PT
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Well I have been a fool far more than once, but I always did love
that Shiela and did not leave her because of a lack of love but because
I was really mixed up back then and was trying to claw my way out
of the psychedelic '60s and such, and it was a given I would always make
the wrong decision. But to say I would like to talk with her, say hello,
re-connect isn't so unreasonable, is it? I haven't begged her to come
back to me, as I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, just to see her again. "I wish I could see you again..."
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 27, 2012 - 11:22pm PT
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 27, 2012 - 11:58pm PT
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And is there supposed to be some meaning in the picture, zBrown?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 28, 2012 - 05:50am PT
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Re-posted with Patrick Oliver's permission
Show me a person who has no regrets. That is a person who never sat on the edge; who took the safest routes; who took no chances.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 28, 2012 - 12:20pm PT
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Hi Pat. No meaning other than what we can put into them. Mouse got me going on Dylan characters a way back up thread.
John Wesley
Tom
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 28, 2012 - 02:35pm PT
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"common sense drills?"
Is this instruction, or an observation? I don't
understand...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 28, 2012 - 02:53pm PT
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I know that this thread is called "The Flames" but must we be throwin' them? Let us put our energy into rumblin' with De Bears if we have to meet in the dark parking lot of the internet.
Besides if you ain't listen' to my radio show right this instant you are puttin' your energy in the wrong place. (she says with a sense of humor)
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 28, 2012 - 03:15pm PT
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Saint
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 28, 2012 - 04:00pm PT
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She struck the match on the striker.
voce di u comune.
I guess.
I meant nothing, just saying, Patiric, the mother of moth is chrysalis, we grow out of golf, I mean love.
Getting my meta all over the floor, but I am listening to the old show, am I at this moment? I got here late.
Hay seed hey here, just want to enotmail Gene--I'm here.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 28, 2012 - 05:50pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 28, 2012 - 09:44pm PT
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Taken at Flat Rock, North Carolina at Connemara, the home of Carl Sandburg.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 28, 2012 - 10:56pm PT
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In 1964, Dylan and his entourage stopped in Flat Rock and made an unannounced visit to see Carl Sandburg
who he admired as a poet.
Dylan was annoyed when he realized that Sandburg, while polite,
wasn't very impressed with him.
There are a few versions of the story of their meeting, but the one in Anthony Scaduto's biography of Dylan is the best.
The rumour was that Bob tried to trade the tractor on his farm in Hibbing for Carl's. Needless to say, the deal did not go down.
got my chips cashed in
Not Dylan's Hibbing tractor.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 28, 2012 - 11:00pm PT
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roll away the dew
Workmasters Dead
Not Garcia's tractor in San Farmcisco.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 29, 2012 - 02:17pm PT
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Owsley's truck ( “The Dred” ) rumoured to be in Hibbing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2012 - 02:47pm PT
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Joe Fitschen, Going Up.
What a wise man. What a hip cat. What a great writer and observer.
Xmath approacheth. A few thosuand words to the wise guys who are your friends is in order, don't you think?
http://www.JoeFitschen.com
What elf can I do, Joe? I wish I could electrify the book.
It might could cause a damned sensation around here.
Ain't it clear? Talking about the Paines in here.If you don't like pain, why not go to Tierra del Fuego? Lots of Flames have threatened to take their act there, including Randy Hamm and Gypsy Flores.
Ta-da! Segue...
Edit: The Youtube tape you presented was so triste, Gypsy. I totally got it. Thanks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2012 - 08:40pm PT
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It's a dim gray day again, reminiscent of the one Betty was last seen on at the Library. Looks like I might have to take her to Vegas, not London. Cool, maybe we can visit some lowlifes we each know.
Peripatetic pairings.
The day is louring. Like in The Road by CMac. Not Kerouac. And not the new boy CMac with the puppet stringy-thingies. Cormac Mac. Oooooh, that guy. It's a day that reminds me of certain book, all you Lizzes that I have known, know, will maybe know, including Betties--Liz's Aunt Betty, Beatrice, really, but WTF cares; her sister Betty Rose, still just Betty, no Elizabeth; Liz one whom I was out of wed with due to under-ageness; Liz two, whom I bed, awed and wed; Betty the Librarian;Betty, the Rev's mom; neebee, 'nother motherly lzzie-from-lulu-land (hi sigh there, "fire-sitter"); the list seems endlizz, but the point is, they were/are all readers, whereas I only have Lenna Louise left to talk to whose brother I am, who has, unfortunately, only read Stephen King, as far as I can tell, and that was based on my mom's recommendation which was her go-to standard, her mom's taste. She reads only the paper, TV commercials, and some shyt on the net. The lovely ladies the Lizzes 'n betties, all read, all the time. Or did.
I'm thinking of The Stand, of course.If one listens to The Incubus' dialog, alone, it's fairly easy to pick out phrases you understand, and it was this afternoon that I shared a game of Scrabble and the last of my dad's Jack Daniels with Marcel Simon that we did this.
Kia's name's prounounced keye'-uh, she's no car. And Amael's is pronounced ah'-meye-el.
And what was that kid's name, the one you guys claimed you, uh, "found in a tree?" At least that's what Randy said once.
zBrown, what's love got to do with it?[Click to View YouTube Video]
Scene from The Incubus.
Kia: why can't the Incubus rise up out of the fire [of Hell] and slaughter them [the ones on their way to choosing Hell] like sheep?
Amael: A soul cannot be forced to joun the Legions of Hell. Each one is given a choice, and when they choose to come to meet us, we then greet them.
Kia: Sister, I want more that that. Surely the God of Darkness would welcome the capture of a noble soul, clean and good--free of taint, without a shadow of corruption?
Amael: Sister, be careful!
Felice, atentu!
Kia: I have powers, Amael, powers that must be tested!
Amael: You don't know what goodness is!
Kia: I want to know! I want to find a Saint [Shatner] and cut him down, corrupt him, crush him, put my foot on his holy neck, make him rave and howl and bleed and weep then send him plunging down to the Inferno!
Amael: Kia, nay!
Kia: Then, I would be a demon! Then, I would be the Beast God's best daughter!
Amael: Sister, I warn you! Keep away from the good! They carry a power that rules the heart. A great power, mysterious, profound, far beyond your understanding.
Kia: Power? What power?
Amael: The power of love.
La potenco de la amo.
It's a novel, sho 'nuff.
All-Taco novel at the end of write your own novel in thirty days month.http://www.nanowrimo.org/
"What we have here, is a failure to communicate. What we have here are too few cooks stirring the pot, if you ask me. But what the hell do I know? I just run the place? What we have here, isn't so much a collabor-A-tion, so much as it is a collabortion!"--you should pardon the phrase, it was one I typed to neebee, only it came out thus, thus a typo for the ages is a boon for my pages--"So give me ten sentences in ten minutes, you Yardbirds, or you'll all go to Canary Row. Solitary, I mean."--Sheriff K. Neil Diamond in Cool Hand Finger Puppets
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2012 - 08:44pm PT
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Damn, Sam I am! Ka-blam!
Get outa there, dummy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2012 - 10:08pm PT
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Looking at the Stones do Sympathy for the Devil again this afternoon before Marcel came and lost at Scrabble, I came across a trick I haven't ever seen, but which reminds me of the double towers of flames which came shooting out of the two towers of the Stones' stage.
Weedish torch, anyone?[Click to View YouTube Video]
It takes me back to one moonlit night in late September on the Pohono Trail, BooDawg.
This looks like a good survival, or even a simple amaze your pals trick. Make sure you have sufficient clearance if you try this at home, both from the spouse and the house. And the pit's down to bedrock or some such. This looks adaptable to a lot of uses.
Has anyone here taken bottle rockets to a summit, like Shasta, and lit them off? Golf club and balls? Pocket parachutes?
I also spotted this among my dad's stuff.
We all know/learn important stuff too late or never. Just passing some along, FWIW, and just in case someone might know anyone getting married sooner or later...
Head-strong youth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2012 - 10:40pm PT
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http://article.wn.com/view/2012/02/20/Yosemite_National_Park_waterfall_resembles_lava/
Scroll down and select the one about good old Horsetail Falls!
Horse tails indeed, and bull pizzles and gnarly old bones like these stories:
1,001 Arabian Nightmares.[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Night They Burned Foresta Down. i believe it was in '88 or in '89. But we talked about that. A three-fire night.
It's old Mister Bemingham, lost in Laredo with the Fresno-to-Modesto blues again.
Little Pink houses. Pink strings. Pink Mice. Blue mice.
Plinka-plinka pinkgrass revivalist, three-times nominated non-archivalist, but I've never yet had a pink lady of this persuasion or hue.C'est gris, podda rose-A. The perfect color for today.
I'm green, she's grey, the fire's hot, there are orange peels and some matches and quite a lot of rose-A left, so bring that bottle over here...
Gray lady, gray.
Gray hair, eyes, or mood, there's nothing that the words "I love you" don't enhance or simply change the outlook of among any of these three. And the ethereal touch of a warm heart and a warm fire between old flames and old Flames is one of the best things ever, two actually, to cure blues.
Let's make some plans.
I want a 150' pink rope and a 165' blue rope for Xmas. This is a symbol of a relationship. The male is the blue, and the female is the shorter pink one. They work like this. There should never be a question of which to pull on rappel. Always pull pink. Never pull blue. There is ALWAYS more length you can rappel if you put the knot down five feet from the rap anchor tah if you only have two 150s and it weighs less than two 165s. It's a clumsy metaphor. But I thought of it myself, so I'm sticking to it.
"Super dry, preferably."--Kevin Kline in January Man
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 29, 2012 - 10:44pm PT
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Bob Dylan wondering
(about the time he discovered Sir Isaac Newton, not long after becoming disenchanted with Carl Sandburg and poetry).
These visions are now all that remain.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 29, 2012 - 11:01pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 12:37am PT
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With your sheet-metal memory of Telegrah Av
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to leave
And your gentleness now, which we can't help perceive
Who among them do you think would you like to have?
[platonic kweskion]
Sad-eyed lady of the uplands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Am I digging the Yardbirds with Dylan?
Not so tough, cuz the bigger they are, the harder they fall. But the elephant diagram is a stumper.
Am I seein' a bum on Canary Crow?
I pity those poor immigrants.
Are those snakes on the right plane?
This burgundy's gray. It's sad, like that lake of tears. Naw, I dig the reservoir not, you dog.
You so cryptic, zBrown. But transparent. No fue you.
I'm glad, I'm so very glad, I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.--The Cream Dream, never released
I'm so glad that I'm So Glad and that there's thread being devoted to Cream all over again.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 12:38am PT
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Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues by Nina Simone.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm going back down to Tierra del Fuego.
I do believe I've had enough.
But there's more.
Taco Salad with Leaves of Grass.
And a fine array of desert items, like you find in JT.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 01:00am PT
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http://www.mrqe.com/movie_reviews/twentynine-palms-m100066976
Hit "More" to read the review.
It's so appealing. Cali-Corsica, a State in which we all want to dwell, the best of both places, In 'n Out of 'em both but stuck in the Middle. Only with each other for company so it's all good.
Mediterranean Joke Alert--Olive Drab. Stupid Drive-In Joke Alert--Purple/Magenta. Climbing Content Alert--Royal Blue.
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Nov 30, 2012 - 02:50am PT
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Mouse and zBrown, I don't want to sound mean, and that's
not my intent, but I guess in my probably foolish simple way I wish
you could speak English or perhaps explain some of your
references, including photographic..., in a thread that has
real potential but just keeps losing its way for me by being a little
too cool for its own good. Just some good solid sentences would go
a long way with me personally, but then perhaps everyone else
gets it... in which case ignore me please and carry on.... I do
think I am a bit out of touch with reality, at the moment, so it's
probably all my problem and not yours....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 03:46am PT
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PO boy,
Your point is well-timed, apt, and as I applaud your part as a character in our little playlet and one concerned init's outcome, I/we will tone it down. But YOU TOO, the plural you, not just PO, but all you must do your part by out-guessing ZBrown, who is tuned into this wavelength of such infrequncy that it's only perceptible to those who do not actively seek it, like love, I guess. That is, just groove, buy into the flow, but only if you want to. I's fun matching bland wits, and band-widths with zBrown, emanating from Chula Vista Crest, somewhat south of Buena Vista Crest.
In fact, here are some of my edited-in responses to his crypticisms posted tonightish and earlier.
Am I digging the Yardbirds with Dylan?
Not so tough, cuz the bigger they are, the harder they fall. But the elephant diagram is a stumper.
Am I seein' a bum on Canary Crow?
I pity those poor immigrants.
Are those snakes on the right plane? A flat-out guess on my part.
This burgundy's gray. It's sad, like that lake of tears. Naw, I dig the reservoir not, you dog.
You so cryptic, zBrown. But transparent. No fue you.
So, PO boy,
It's a lyrics thing, a song thing. I know you appreciate that.
Just don't send Mother Superior, okay? She really jumps the gun.
We po-leese our own selves h'yar 'round.--the Rev
Prodigal Son/Po' Boy
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Going out in this world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along
Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
Famine come in the land
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way I'll get along
Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
For to feed my swine
I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
`Cause that is no way to get along
Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along
Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me
Coming home to me"
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
Mercy
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried
Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah
Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
Call the family round
Kill that calf and call the family round
My son was lost but now he is found
'Cause that's the way for us to get along"
Hey
Hey say there, whaddya say, xBrown? yBrown? zBrown?
And he'd likely come back with more cryptic things. Which isn't cryptic, because I've decrypted it by captioning. It takes the fun out of it. He could well post this, sans caption, and we'd all likely enjoy guessing it's Balloon Dome. And it's more fun of the sand bagging variety. Chaff-chaff, I was Lord Kitchener's Valet, and all that, which might fetch this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljpO5DIPhVQ
OR, even better[Click to View YouTube Video]
The moral being that we are all invisible here. Stone free.
But we reveal our secrets, sometimes in a strange Esperanto-of-the-Spirit, and wonder of wonders we seem oftener than not to be speaking the same language, seeking the same dreams, living through similar circustances, like trying to write prose in poetic paragraphs that are not just exercises in alliteration from the fourth grade Think and Do Books the Holy Namers used to force on us.
We have no truer secrets to conceal than the silly stuff from our pasts, like riding through Firebaugh in the foggy by and by.
Or silly reminiscence about George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrvAZrDnn4M (Not a live video, just the recording, like it or not, you shitty little c...)"Tits doesn't even belong n the list, man...sounds like a snack, doesn't it...Tater Tits!")
Okay, you f*#kers, I'm going to tinkle now! I may get tangled up in my blue jeans, baby. Hold some thought or other. I'll be back.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Nov 30, 2012 - 08:37am PT
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""Oh yeah," the twisted organ grinder's monkey cries"
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 30, 2012 - 02:46pm PT
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Hi Pat:
I can't speak for Mouse (then again who can), but I can offer a little clarification on some of my stuff. A number of photos beginning at John Wesly Hardin(g) are references to Mr. Dylan's John Wesley Hardin song titles in their order of appearance on the album.
JWH -> As I Went Out One Morning -> St Augustine ...
Some of the other stuff is just reactions to things posted in the thread.
Some of the references can be rather obscure. For example, the Dylan (Repenthouse Magazine) can actually be found by seaching on Frankie Lee & Judas Priest via Google.
The rock is a phtographic representation of the Drifer's Escape (#1).
http://mountainproject.com/iPhone?action=showRoute&id=106523084
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 03:10pm PT
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Family-wise, I don't think Dingus is much better off than I have been. Tamales for the wedding, canning tomatos and salsa by the dozens of jars. Learning the secrets of cooking Spanish rice, how to cook fideo, how not to handle chilis.
"Huero! Git yer ass over here! Mija, too much salt, more lard, okay?"
Gramma Rose was a life-ong cannery worker. Her grandkids got raised by her. She was married four times. She never had a kind word, just so you know. She was fierce with others and we were all pendejos and cabrones but with her family, it was all mijas and mi corazons. We two belonged to the same unions, cannery workers and Bermingham-Hernadez, so we got along fine.
It must have helped that I loved making tamales and canning with the girls, because the first time Bevin came over from Castro valley to help one year, she got assigned by Gramma Rose to put the olives in the tamales, a job only worked up to in the Hernandez hierarchy of rollers and stuffers. the other kids knew she meant it as a compliment to Bevin, and a lovingly applied welcome to the family. Rose was wise and knew Bevin had to be part of the group, and a noticeable one. Gramma's ral name was Margaret rose, I think, but she liked the name Rose. [OLIVE DRAB ALERT!] So it stuck.
Her daughter Elsie was a master canner who got certified by UC Extension. She got her realty license and started making decent money in the 80s, even though she had been head shift operator for Pacific Tel and Tel, yet another link between Hernandez and Bermingham, which family was all telephone pioneers.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 30, 2012 - 03:19pm PT
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I'd love to get back in and Muddy up the waters, but ... if you gotta go, you gotta go now or else you end up staying all night
[Click to View YouTube Video]
You better come in my kitchen, it's going to be raining outdoors.
That chapel sure looks alot like Bonnie Beecher's apartment building.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 03:42pm PT
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I learned to glide, trot, and do the cha-cha-cha in that place, then got married in it twenty-nine years later. Eighth grade dancing class and a wedding. It was BITD the "new" hall of the Knights of Pythias Lodge, after their old one burned up downtown, zBrown.
In another time and another place I might have written that it burned down uptown, but this is me, it's Merced. I'm not Hughes, and it's not Harlem.
No Harlem, no foul. In Merced, we have one street called Harlem Ct, and many fowls, thanks to Foster Fowl Farms.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 05:17pm PT
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This innocent-appearing little lamb and I got in a lot of stink together. Literally. We were caught stealing cigarettes from a local store in Sacto. Our punishment was to sit in front of his parents, my parents and my family and smoke a pack of Camel unfilturds. I made the mistake sf inhaling one time and my mom really blew a gasket, came un-done, hissied out bigtme!
Mike Livermore and I go back to age one and under. I spent several summertime vacations in his company and the family caught up with us in Sacto. His dad was an engineer in PT&T and his wife worked with my Nana in the drugstore where my dad worked during HS in the hub city of Redding.
We hooked up in the fifth grade and then I had to move to Merced, but not before our final fling at the beach in Carpinteria and in the passes of the Sierra, like Monitor, Ebbets, Sonora. We traveled to the W. Walker River, by the USMC base, and campeda week then the delivered me to Merced.
Where I joined Sister Mary Justine's eighth grade class at OLM.
This is when and where I fell in with this guy, another Boy Scout. The Rev.
"Come the revelation revolution there'll be no more to say, everyone will have to tell the truth."--E. Vince Troothson
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 30, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
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The Rev had a laugh like a pileated woodpecker
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 30, 2012 - 06:57pm PT
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not Tiny the Tramp, Tiny Montgomery
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 30, 2012 - 08:33pm PT
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This is not failure to communicate Gypsy.
I was just thinking of Richard and Mimi today whilst running (exact song). I did not know this video exists.
Haven't read that one in a long time.
the police said the motorcycle must have been traveling at 90 miles per hour (140 km/h),
Los Tres Amigas
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 30, 2012 - 08:47pm PT
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I remember that poster of the three Baez sisters. It said "Girls say yes to boys who say no" in response to draft resistance during the Viet Nam war. (The Baez girls--Joan Baez, Pauline Marden, Mimi Fariña. Pauline co-wrote Pack Up Your Sorrows with her brother-in-law Richard. Richard and Mimi were married in Paris when she was only 16)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 30, 2012 - 08:51pm PT
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Yep
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 09:11pm PT
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They named a big Street in SF for Tiny. Montgomery Street, located in the heart of SF's Financial District, is run by the NPS, now, you know. there's been a big shake-up in SF and nobody realizes it. Tiny, unfortunately never got to meet Tiny Theresa, who was already married at age 17. It runs in the Bermingham and Hernandez family, this pre-nuptial sex thing. but nobody in the family is exactly tiny.
Kathy is the youngest, has the most children, still is married to her ex-seminarian David, has five re-headed kids with the same middle name, David, and is a great person, willing to do all the family sucky jobs like planning church services for weddings and funerals. David's her accomplic with his great singing voice and guitar playing, which financed his way through USF, while she finished at Holy Names. Good family, the truest expression of Catholic family values. Not a single unwed dad, all are well on their way, so far as I know. But she never met Sonny Barger and she never lunched with Billy Idol or traveled to other cities with the carnies or rode through the night from Texas to Arizona on her old man's trike. And she never got to meet Werner and Merry Braun. but Liz did all that.
When you think about it in terms of real Catholic family values, maybe the parochial schools don't tend to do as good a job as they might if the Church simply embraced birth control. It might be a little hypocritical, but fewer family feuds and bitterness might be better than chastity belts and devotional candles.
Liz and her sisters, I and my siblings, Dolores and her sisters--all of us went to Catholic schools most of our lives. That's a total of nine girls and five boys. Two of the boys, four of the girls needed to be wed due to imminent births, which yields @ 43% fail. Liz, proud and stubborn, did not marry, but kept Michel-Jon, named for his father, AN AIRMAN AT CASTLE AFB outside Merced (the old Merced Army Airfield), the SAC base. Her dad was a crew chief on one of the B-52s. His family's from Chemung, NY, neighbors of some NASCAR racing brothers. He lived his last years selling bait and PBR to the fishermen and skiers on Seneca Lake. He and Michel-Jon resembled each other greatly. Mike works for the Mercy Medical Center. Small world, isn't it?
Liz's local products, Michel-Jon Freeman and Scott Ruffalo. Liz was Liz Freeman, then Ruffalo, then Bermingham.
I don't know anything about her genius prop-head boy friend, except he took a lot of acid, so she didn't really want to marry him and he was too free-spirited anyway. He got transferred, she never heard of him again.
Liz and Mike survived with some help from friends and by going on the road with a carnival for a few seasons, more or less. She began living on here own in Merced, selling Avon with Mike securely riding in the seat on the back of her bicycle.
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Then eventually she met this biker dude, named Rick Ruffalo, another genius, but his genius lay with motorcycle engines and running gear. He had his own small mechanic's shop, playing at it, really. She got in a pickle with Rick, too, and he married her out of deference to his own mom's wishes, and he may even have loved Liz. I wouldn't blame anyone for falling for her, after all.
Rick Ruffalo, who could fix that old Vincent or anything he put a wrench to. He had a genius for astronomy, as well, though this wasnt something he bragged on around the bikers. He may have been on sidereal time. Quien saab?
Rick's mom, with Scotty. Scott later got rally good on skateboards, opened his own shop here, closed it, moved out of town (this never changes), came back and re-opened the shop downtown, tired of the straight life as a title clerk in an office. He has a lot of Rick in him, I must tell you. He now has the honor of being the father of four, works for the title company, is buying a home, and has two cars and a wife who is a pseudo-Jehovah's Witness. Scott ran Bueno Boarding, this shop, a beauty, where kids gathered daily as they should, another two and a half years; and he took these kids along with him to compete in contests in places any kid would love to go to skate: Stockton, Moss Landing, Motown, Madera, Los Banos, even San Jose.
But the nasty lustful urge contacted him and blew the dream away. You can't survive raising a family and running a boarding shop in Merced. Facts are facts. But the boys don't drink, don't smoke, and are not in prison. Scott even is in school again.
Bevin's a respected member of her little community in Brooklyn. Her half-sister, Janey Doe, who knows? Overall, the 43% crapola is just that, really, in the eyes of such as Tom Paine, Helen Keller, and the sibelius of the North Country, the man who brought us the Tempest, who may be the fountain of most rock 'n roll since he electrified, tremendous writer in his own write as well as in the music business, Mr. Bod Ylanb.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Scarlet Town. PURPLE ALERT!
Brought to you by A Band Apart production company. Don't forget to tip the waitress.
Joe Fitschen: "So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard. Well, let me tell a joke. Five guys, sittin' in Camp 4, in Yosemite. All wondering how the f*#k they got there. What should we have done, what didn't we do, who's fault is it, is it my fault, your fault, his fault, all that bullsh#t. Then one of them says, hey. Wait a minute. When we were planning this climb, all we did was sit around tellin' f*#kin' jokes! Get the message? Boys, I don't mean to holler at ya. When this climb's over - and I'm sure it'll be a successful one - we'll get down to the Hawaiian Islands, hell, I'll roll and laugh with all of ya. You'll find me a different character down there. Right now, it's a matter of business."--Joe, to his colorful gang, reminiscent of flames in a Christmas fireplace.
I count the entire thing of being illegitimate as just BS, rooted in values nobody pays any attention to when they are young, and you can't make a horse drink the water as an old wise fart, it's a wate of time. Just tell your story and let the caravan move on...Right, Gypsy?
Edit: Richard and Mimi were married in Paris when she was only 16!!!
It must be the hot blooded Mediterranean types, or maybe we could blame it all on Miss X. Education. If we need to blame, which nobody has a right to. We could chalk it up, maybe. Put the load on Franny!!! Yah, mule!!!
Francis is my dad's real name, but he won't care.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Just weight, there'll be much more.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nov 30, 2012 - 09:31pm PT
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I thought that pony was Lucyfur. Shades O' Jerry Lee. They wouldn't serve him here, his neck wasn't dark enough
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2012 - 10:19pm PT
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dah - dit dit dit dit - dit / dah dah - dit - dah dit dit - dit dit - dah - dit - dit dah dit - dit dah dit - dit dah - dah dit - dit - dit dah - dah dit Cafe up on Telly! 5.9, let's jam to the espresso bar, dudes. Make mine a doppio! Good spot for a bivy. There's climbing content coming, so this is a ROYAL BLUE ALERT!
About here things should get very specific. I like this photo of Randy so much. He's looking at Jim, another North Facer, who ran the mail order business.
The photo is here because I don't think that he and Jim Shirley ever met in much more than perhaps a cursory fashion, during a rare visit from Jim to the shop on Telly, where he came a couple of times with Mark Ericson, the designer who took over from Justus Bauschinger. They were the "heavies" as we called them.
My partner on the Salathe Wall was Doug Ross, who you will remember, Gypsy, surely. His departure enabled me to fit in with the class of '73 at North Face, thanks to Randy's timely call which rescued his buddy and his new bride from a meager winter on UI living in the Okie Flats, wishing for more, hating themselves for doing what they'd done: They had ignored the Unbidden Fruit of the Alarm Clock Tree. So they were driven out of Paradise, involuntarily. Of course God had plans we were not privy to. At the time, however, I was really angry at myself for being such a dull boy. I think I might have told Angel Gabriel to stick his horn where there is no light, I was that miserable being away from the Valley and Camp 4 mates. Jeff visited, and Larry Jones. That was tremendous, to find out about Andy Cox's death, the happs in camp, prospects for the future. Larry arrived and left and came back and helped us load the van, then came north to Berkeley, where his life changed as well. He began working with the cream of the crop of the crazy teenagers of the Bay Area at St. George's homes in Northside on Arch St. That's where he met Barbara Worthing, Cal grad student and the future Mrs. Jones. They just celebrated the birth of Avery's first child! A gurl.
For those who may have missed "the Jokes" (aka Larry Hoad Scuzz Moab Jokes Jones) he's from Merced, lived over the back fence from me and was one of the original Flames by virtue of having been a founding member of the local chapter of the National Submarine Racing Association, NSRA. Jones is brilliant, a blues fan, a rhythm guitarist, and former comptroller of UCB's school of optometry. He is a cool cat, did some climbs with Jeff and I in Pinnacles, lived in Degnan's Dorms the winter of '71-'72. He supported his hippy butt with black Primo from Oahu that winter, obtained from the fundage provided by a National defense loan.
He rented Apathy House on 16th St. in Pacific Grove so Jeff and I and he could live together. Our presence in Monterey attracted the attention of two brothers, Leo Newburn, our classmate at Merced High, and Louie, his younger bro, and they made the move there in 1969 as well.
This Merced enclave in the penisula was a little restless due to the presence of Gloria, Leo's GF from back home, who just had to move there, too, hoping to get back with him. It wasn't happening. She wasn't cool enough to compete with Sharon Monteverde, Leo's new squeeze, also from Merced and who had, so she claimed years later in 2000, had continued a platonic relationship with the man through HS. She is the one who convinced me, so naive, she and Leo were happy together. She was part witchy woman, I think. Well, she and Leo were married, then divorced in the late nineties. She and Liz were friends back in the day in Merced, before she moved to Monterey. She's a lonely gal, living in a trailer park down by the canal in Atwater. A nice presence, and ethreal type, enjoying the hell out of her ill health and missing out on life's best part, growing old with someone who loves you.
I lived with them and Louie for a time when Apathy House broke up in spring of '70, Jeff going to the mountains and Larry going to live with some good friends in Seaside. Me, I left the mad Newburn place, which all of a sudden burst with chanting Nam Myoho Ringke Kyo, the Nichiren Shoshu mantra. Leo was a very good blues guitar player, and he took it to the next level, but in the service of his buddhist sect.
It was good to find Brother Don and his couch for the next month, reading Siddhartha, delivering mail on the quiet summertime MPC campus, waiting for the fall semester. For once, I wasn't on academic probation and willing to do the work. But I never made it to the fall semester. Like so few others, I headed for Yosemite via British Columbia.
Jim Shirley was at UCB in '70. He completed school the next year and got hired by Hap Klopp personally to run the mail order department. Not a typical graduation segue in the least. It has been my privilege to climb with Jim, have him stand up as my best man, and know he has my back. Merry Christmas, Jim and family in Simi Valley!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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ROYAL BLUE ALERT!
The Snake Dike.The summit of Mt. Starr King.
There are far too many false flames. We are The Flames. It's cool to say Da Flames, or even De Flames, but The Flames is the correct designation. WE are drivers, but lack wheels. We only talk like Mexicans because they want the ridicule and eagerly seek out our advice...
The genesis of the Flames--just pretend I'm Orson Welles or Charlton Heston, hokay?
First, the Devil decided to take up residence in California, right here in the Merced Drainage.
Casa Diablo from the Merced S. Fork, the north side of the river from the south. The place the Devil found and occupied. He lived on the souls of the Mi-Wok.
Devil's Gate, upstream from Casa Diablo, but not far, on the south bank. It's a fine place to enter Paradise, which is just upriver a few miles in the environs known as Clark's or Wawona.
The Flames are basically the product of the melting snow of the Sierra. We started out as Boy Scouts, but soon switched to harder stuff. I could go on in that vein, but will lose the Boy from Bold. [Forgive me that, Patrick. Street punk wannabe talk. Not cool.] The NSRA led to the Dirty Hands of America, which lasted maybe a summer and a half.
By the time Jeff was in his second or third semester at Merced College and I was at naval basic training and Jones was at Defense Language Institute, the Flames spark began as the Dirty Hands began cleaning up their act, and from the conjoining of Mark McAllister and Jeff, who had been a model airplane enthusiast, archer, and astronomy buff (he and his dad built a telescope together, and went to the archery range together, too) and he got to do some silk screening as one of his electives.
He worked for his dad in the auto body shop and he was always tinkering, just like Lem, and he's still just the same way, never still--at least he has far more energy than I for that sort of thing. I think that he and Mark, aka Bullfrog, met out at the College in that class, and re-connected, having been friends in one or another club. Mark's father was an airman at Castle AFB and the family had spent a long time living in England, so Mark had that whole British thing down. He owned and played a Martin guitar and went with Belle Coats, the daughter of the man who owned the Record Rendezvous downtown.
I'm not sure of any of that about how the two connected, because I was out of town at that time. The two, Muskrat and Bullfrog, palled around quite a lot then, in 1967 and 1968. They had the same interests, which led to visiting the climbers' camp in Yosemite, meeting the Bircheffs and Jerry Anderson and some others.
When Jeff later in 1968 married Sharon Gomes and moved to the Bay Area, I had come back to town and had been to the Valley that spring of '68 with Jeff and Mark and Sharon, made a couple of trips there with guys from my barracks at Treasure Is., so I knew something of what appealed to me in short order. Jeff and Sharon separated and he began a time of working for Pacific Telephone, my dad's outfit. He lived in Oakland and then left, acquiring the climbing grant, and moving into Apathy House with Jones and myself. He made careful plans, emulating Chuck Pratt, I thought, who was Jeff's beau ideal, for the spring of 1970 in Yosemite, which he brought to fruition. He left for the Valley in early May. The Flames were thus brought to Yosemite, through these visits in early 1968.
I feel that we were the first noticeable groundswell of the tsunami of the tseventies, along with the Stuart-Donohoe-Moore gang. They were not official, like the Flames, just the locals, if locals can truly exist in a National Park. So Larry Moore cannot be said to have switched affiliations in any real sense. It's all farce anyway.
There will be a history quiz in the future. MAGENTA ALERT! ROYAL BLUE ALERT! It's an open book test.
You will be required to be able to spell Dolt, bolt, piton, nut, and belay, as well as ID Batso and Robbins from photos of Sheridan cartoons.
Study hard. TM's the guest grader. If he remembers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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First time I ever saw TM he cracked a joke at the base of Moby Tick.
I forgot the joke, and the punch line.
He'll have to tell it over.
Question: If Tough Mother had a kid, just how tough would this poor kid's feminine side be compared to the masculine. A devil of a question, but the devil's in the details.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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He's a little more serious, but still likes to have fun.
But that was fifteen years ago. He may have lightened up.
Isn't T.M. Herbert's son Tommy an M.D.? Maybe he could weigh in on this topic.--aspendougy
Ron is still waiting for slack from Werner before he gets super-serious.
"SLACK, Dipshit!"
Oh, now I remember.
TM was concerned that we didn't seem to have enough iron to finish the aid section further on. We were at the belay station, p2.
You wonder why I put this up about Tommy. I figured you might.
I can't tell you of any Flame with kids whose kids climb.
One of the Bircheff's maybe, that I don't know of. Ariel, don't think so. Avery Jones has been seen in a rock gym, but that obviously doesn't count. My stepson Scott the skater, he's been to the base of Lurking Fear as a porter for me. He was alrady into the boarding when he was fourteen when we met, and he was happy with it, so I never really offered to take him out climbing. Michel-Jon would never try it, I'm sure. Bevin would rather knit in her free time.
John Yeates hardly climbed at all, in fact Delectable Pinnacle was the pinnacle of his achievement climbing-wise, so far as I know,
though "A climb does not a climber make." I can't think of any other climbs he did, as a matter of fact. He must have done Sunnyside or Monday Morning or something.
He had a boy with his wife, the former YL maid, Sha'ala, who let the child nurse till he was old enough to be cranky about not having the tit. When she was away from the house, and John had the con, the kid would just throw a fit like Joe Cocker, sprawling on the floor, wailing at the top of his lungs, embarfassing the sh#t out of me for John's lack of discipline over his boy. Sha'a'la was in La Leche League, and it was like her life, her touchstone, which said little for the marriage, which failed eventually with more kids. I thought That Kid was totally out of order, and gone-dog spoiled. I don't think the kid had climbing in his blood. Just lots of calcium.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tommy got further up than I did. On everything...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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How do you know Randy is looking at Jim Shirley? The photo was taken before I met Randy--probably in 1970 or early 71 by a man named Ron who lived in Portland. He was the then boyfriend of Terry Altman who worked at Degnan's. And long before Randy worked at North Face.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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No, no, Gypsy. It appears he's looking at Jim (or the baby) due to the juxtaposition of the photos is what I meant to convey.
I was wondering if he had ever inter-acted with Jim while he was on the sales staff at Telegraph and Stuart.
Asfar as that is concerned, I am more interested in finding whether Randy ever climbed with Doug Ross.
I also want to track down Doug or his sister, who was an NPS ranger, and is named Darin or something like it.
He may well have some photos or she may.
Let me compliment you on the MM show this week. I think I'm on my fifth or sixth listening. Alison Krause, ma o ma!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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I haven't seen Doug or his sister since the 70's. I don't remember if Randy knew Jim Shirley but the name is familiar.
Here is a photo of the North Face staff of Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley when Randy worked there. We were on a x-country ski trip. I believe we skied to Dewey Point. I recognize Jeremy, Randy, me and Becky in the front row. Tom Applegate is in the back row along with Gretchen.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Here is a set of proof sheets that Doug gave to me on a trip we did to the Marin Headlands.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yep, that's Becky and she looks much younger in the picture to me than she was. The hairstyle's young, so that might be it. Tom is definitely the Tom I remember. I never met Jeremy. That's Gretchen Baugh, student at Cal, and that's likely her BF Charlie standing next to her on the far right.
Tom and Linda Applegate were living in San Rafael. She was a one-time hopeful in the LA area in acting, but don't quote me. He and Mitch made it to Berkeley from one of the LA sports shops, and Mitch left the management to pursue something, I know not what, and left Tom the gig. I never met Mitch, I don't know the fellows in the shot other than those we've IDed, nor do I remember the blonde sitting on the right.
Where' Doug, what happened to Doug, unless that's him in the beard, which I don't think is the case. Forty plus years and the Captain still looks the same. How does one do that? L'Oreal? Avon? What's your secret, for that matter? Don't tell me it's the young hairstyle!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Well it was about 1973 so Randy and I would have been about 23.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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I must have taken this one and my position in the photo was taken up by Tom Applegate's wife, Linda
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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No, I am pretty sure that is not Doug in the long hair and beard. I have no idea where he has gone too. He had some pretty far fetched stories. I've known a few other people who could tell stories like that. But I always said; 'I don't care if a story is true; as long as it is a good story."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Uh-yep! That's the lovely Linda A. They had a daughter named Signe, born about '77.
Uh-yep! The truth is strictly over-rated around here. Gotta loosen up the imagination and Entertain and Educate.
Our memories are like didoes in the ice. They vanish.
Yet they are simply covered with the snow of old age.
They remain till the thaw.
Imagina!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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The funnest rope swing ever--somewhere in the Marin Headlands.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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So I guess we are on time for the ceilli, Gypsy. Cool beans!
I'm intrigued, curious, and wondering about the piper in that song.
Is he playing a Musette de cour or is it a Biniou?
there is not the drone of the Scots pipes, and I don't think that it could be the Germanic version of the pipes, either, though I've never heard the doodlewhack or whatevre.
Qui est-il?
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Gypsy
Social climber
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It is always described as a cornemuse--which is really just the french word for bagpipe. He is Breton, so probably some sort of biniou. Every country in Europe except Norway had a bagpipe at one time. They lost popularity when the accordion was invented. The Swedish pipe is called the sacpipa, the hungarian is the duda, the romanian is the cimpoii, the Italian is zampona, the Bulgarian gaida, the Spanish gaita. In the British isles there are a lot of pipes besides the Scottish warpipes. There are the Northumbrian small pipes, there is the uillean pipes of Ireland, etc.
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loïc_Taillebrest
Here is a beauty of a song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEZH2B3LHk0
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Céilidh
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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A nearby neighbor of the past three years here in the mountains of Appalachia was a bagpipe maker and player. I often heard him playing his pipes. When my friend Karen visited me two years ago I took her down to meet him. She plays the Bulgarian gaida and is one of the few women gaida players in the world. We had a wonderful afternoon with him swapping stories. About a month ago, he got up during the night and went out to the woods behind his house and shot himself in the head.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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The Norwegians don't need a bagpipe--who needs that when you have the hardingfele and dances like Telespringar and Valdres springar Which besides the Mezoseg of Hungary are my favorite dances in the world to do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCipUC2iqkk
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Well Gypsy those are some great songs there. I guess I'm covered since one set of grandparents are Scottish, but what are the Finnish pipes?
"Norwegians don't need a bagpipe" - Michele is gonna be happy to hear that.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Säkkipilli
Well I always say that when the languages were distributed, Welsh got all the consonants and Finnish got all the vowels.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Svenskin in a danskin it's complicated doing some things.
Now trouble's over, I am in deep green clover
Worry back in its cage where the bud bird sings
Sackbutts and tympans, kazoos and tin cans
A bagpipe from Sergipe and a hornpipe from a coasting vessel
Joined by a band of howler monkeys go together like chopsticks and learning the piano
Like Bukowski and Budweiser
Here's a fine set of Brazilian pipes. One's the tamarin, the other's the marmoset. You have to play these with a great deal of passion, as in most Brazilian musical expressions. They almost sound alive, sometimes. Have you ever heard a mambo played on the tamarin with concerti?
Boby Di Lan, the piper from Sergipe, is a fan of the tamarin. The marmoset, he says, is too heavy for marching and it's not comfortable without eating a large meal, so it's tough getting them in exactly the right mood for playing. So the tamarin's by far the more popular than ORGAN GRINDER'S MONKEY!*
* Jaybro, you thought I would forget. HAH!
edit: I'ts getning cnonfusining arounded here. zBrown Jaybro rrider Fffos-fossil climber LL LL t*r & Yeebus E. G-bus
I'm half in the BAG! Sex on the internet, no te dije!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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thanks Marlow (my mom, not a big music listener had a Sebelius CD). I have a little container of dirt from the family farm there in Jalasjärvi, just down the road apiece (24 km) from Kurikka where Jakob and Hedvig lived before moving to Ironwood MI. Little known facts, but true nonetheless.
lonesome organ grinder
lonesome sparrow
lonesome hobo
lonesome when you go
lonesome whistle
lonesome death
lonesome day
lonesome town (B. Knight)
aahm so lonesome I could cry
Pancho needs your prayers it's true
But save a few for Ricky too
additional images by request only
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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did someone request some car related stuff?
HOT ROD LINCOLN (Charlie Ryan)
Rick's 1958 Cadillac
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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PALE BLUE ALERT! (vaguely climbing-referenced remarks)
"If the fight gets hot, the songs get hotter. If the fight gets tough, the songs get toughter."
"It don't pay to organize unless you are organized."
"There's several ways of saying what's on your mind. And in states and counties where it aint't too healthy to talk too loud, speak your mind, or even vote like you want to, folks have found other ways of getting the word around. One of the mainest ways is by singing....No matter who makkes it up, no matter who sings it and who don't, if it talks the lingo of the people, it's a cinch to catch on, and will be sung here and yonder for a long time after you've cashed inyour chips."
"When the going gets weird, the weird get going."
"The bagpipe music got me jonesing for a single malt so I got some."
Which of the quotes above is not from WBraun? (Merry's quote)
Which one is bogus? (WBraun's)
Which one is not the quote you were seeking? (all the above)
Which one is Weird Al's? (who?)
Which is Bob Dylan's favorite? (not a clue)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Case in point, when I Muvrini first started singing and writing songs (around 1979-80) the French government tried to put a stop to them saying they were subversive and seeking revolution merely because they were singing in Corsican not French. They used to be met by the gendarmes and the mayor of the town before they could set up their stages. The people got wind of it and they would all congregate somewhere else and thus the French government's ban on their performances actually increased I Muvrini's popularity. Now, they are a supergroup, and one of the most popular bands in Europe They play stadiums where thousands of people come to see them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr7NzHLNzX4
And one of my favorite songs from their new album for which I did the photography.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPO2yXCXzpk
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/sets/72157605943164083/
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Kurikka: Old whiskey barrel turned to Sauna and moved by Zetor tractor
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, Yosemite
Oh, Yosemite
Oh, the same as me
I want to be
Oh, please, bear free
--old Mi-Wok plea
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Ina Fandrich and Mama Lola visit Marie Laveau's grave in New Orleans
Marie's former house at Derby & Piedmont
Not Marie, Maria Sabina (Curandera)
In 1955, Gordon Wasson and Allan Richardson, made history by becoming the first documented --- or at least widely publicized --- white men KNOWN to have participated officially in the nocturnal mushroom ceremony. Under the guidance of Maria Sabina, Wasson and Richardson each consumed six pairs of the mushroom Psilocybe caerulescens var. mazatecorum after which they began to feel the effects, manifesting visions of geometric patterns, palaces, and architectural vistas. The results of that experience was published in Life Magazine, May 13 1957, in an article titled "Seeking the Magic Mushroom." That article is considered the inspiration for Dr. Timothy Leary and others to try similar mushrooms and halucinogens.
Waitin' for the tie in? Don't rush me big boyz and girlz. But here's a little tip for youze: The Walrus was Paul and where there's someone been smoking there was once a Flame.
-Arthur Conan Doyle
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Thanks Gypsy.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, all... just checking in on you all,
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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How much, how much? How much longer?
Everybody says you're usin' voodoo
I see your feet walk by themselves
How much, how much? How much longer?
Well everybody says you're usin' voodoo
I've seen your feet walk by themselves
How much, how much? How much longer?
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Interject.
Delicious apples. Who'll buy a nice, Delicious?
He's a kind mouse, so don't be suspicious.
It's no surprise if I say Bruce and I go way back on separate tracks, and our trains have simply come into this yard by trainmaster's elegant plan at the same time for trading cars, as it were.
He and I happened to meet in front of the Partisan Bar one Friday night posting while drinking. No magic, just the fickle finger of fate, which is fickler than fog in Marie's back yard.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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A sentence you say - all right.
Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
All the friends I ever had are gone.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Hey Marlow. Thanks for the Finland posts. I am in contact with some of my relatives over there, though some are now in Sweden (as I understand it though, we Finlanders are not particularly fond of the Swedes). My cousin sent my mom a document of our family tree traced back into the 1600's. Elena is her name and she actually tracked back to the ship that my grandparents sailed to the "new" world on.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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PONTIAC.
Yeah, but how do you know for sure?
The objective reality of social facts is sociology’s fundamental principle. Members to an organized arrangement are continually engaged in having to decide, recognize, persuade, or make evident the rational, i.e., the coherent, or consistent, or chosen, or planful, or effective, or methodical, or knowledgeable character of [their activities].
I 'm a wonderin' if this is de Coupe de Pancho Villa
it gotz de Flames and all de polished steel, if you know what I'm sayin'
May just all come down to the Phenomenology of Shamanism.
-Harold Garfinkel
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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On a subsequent Sunday I again wanted to go over to Indian Rock, and it turned out that three of the boys in the band [22nd Army Band at Ft. Mason] were going to a big band rehearsal in Oakland. One of them had a VW bug, and he said he would give me a ride over the Bay Bridge. I am sitting in the back, and the fellow in the passsenger seat lights up a cigarette, then turns around and hands it to me. I am about to say I have my own, when I notice it is a very thin cigarette, a reefer, muggle, some of the evil weed.
....pot seemed more like having sex before marriage, forbidden by the culture at large but actually quite a bit of fun. Stilll, it wasn't until I got into the band at Fort Ord that I came within sniffing distance. I suspected that some of the hipper musicians in the BOQ, draftees all, were toking up, but no one ever offered me any. Some of those musicians had been sent to Fort Mason. I didn't want to ask, but I was definitely waiting to be offered a joint.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen
http://www.JoeFitschen.com
Thanks, Wayno and Dave Y!
:O)
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Borut
Mountain climber
Ljubljana, Slovenia
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zBrown, isn't that Milt Hinton pluckin' the bass with Cab?
Borut
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Suffering from a sometimes fuzzy memory, oftentimes fuzzy thinking, and right now from the warm fuzzies, his day draws to a close.
Thanks to all who care about the past and hope for the future.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy...
just checking in, between painting...
i loved learning about this... thanks a lot--the bagpipe stuff:
It is always described as a cornemuse--which is really just the french word for bagpipe. He is Breton, so probably some sort of biniou. Every country in Europe except Norway had a bagpipe at one time. They lost popularity when the accordion was invented. The Swedish pipe is called the sacpipa, the hungarian is the duda, the romanian is the cimpoii, the Italian is zampona, the Bulgarian gaida, the Spanish gaita. In the British isles there are a lot of pipes besides the Scottish warpipes. There are the Northumbrian small pipes, there is the uillean pipes of Ireland, etc
always loved bagpipes... well, and that neat deep drum that folks
added later, :)
but bagpipes stand well alone, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They call them "peeps" in the "heelands" neebs.
Ewe should know that the reason the sheep...
Won't go there. Just say wooly buggers five times real fast instead.
What's got me going here this morning is the idea that so much of what we have done in our lives is based on what our role models, the pioneers, those who went before, the BITD guys, the old school, the amorphous group of beings somewhere in the past called the Twilit Zone. The Flames thread is intended to lift the vale of darkness, as it were, from the past.
Joe Fitschen comes to the fore once more. His great writing has so much that is common to so many of us. His love for music, his love for adventure, his love to tell of that, so much empathy going on it's burdonsome, to a degree, but muses bite and chew my sit-stilled nedss and I need to post this I just read in Going Up.
My friends and Flames took to the road in 1970, went to the Bugaboos, had our adventures, our n00b encounters with snowfields and a great deal of luck, just as this group of mountaineers, except they had a whole lot harder time of it. It makes me grateful for what turns out to be the trip of a lifetime for many of us.
I'd love to hear of similar sojourns by the relatively inexperienced, to the Bugs, especially.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Musically migrating mice congregate in Asheville, NC, generally around 10 a.m. PST to listen in to Gypsy play the oldies from Andy Williams to the Theme from Fritz the Cat on http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
Just a reminder.
http://www.lonelyplanet.com/france/corsica/sights
"The Col de Bavella (Bavella Pass) is overlooked by the imposing silhouetee of one of the most striking and beautiful landscape features in the south of Corsica: the sharp points of Aiguilles de Bavella, also called the bavella needles. If you're lucky, you may spot a few of the mouflons (wild mountain sheep) that sashay around the area."--Lonely Planet on Col de Bavella
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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@timidTR. Whilst occasionally colliding in the ether, the amalgamated image appearing up yonder in this thread is as close as Herr mouseB and Dr. zBrown have come to one another physically.
succinct - no?
zB and his ex-wife Ms. exzB and Dr. Carlos Castaneda's TA rLee did on one occasion pass through Merced and being the anthropologically inclined lot that we were, stopped and visited with an old man sitting in a chair on his front lawn with his dog. This may well have been the elder mouse, but definitely was not z mouse we all have come to know (or already knew), since this was some 40 years ago.
I believe this is the place, which has obviously succumbed to the vagaries of modern life in Merced.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Some of the vagaries of life in Merced are fun, some not
va·gar·y
noun, plural va·gar·ies.
1.
an unpredictable or erratic action, occurrence, course, or instance: the vagaries of weather; the vagaries of the economic scene.
2.
a whimsical, wild, or unusual idea, desire, or action.
to put it succinctedly.
suc·cinct
adjective
1. expressed in few words; concise; terse.
2. characterized by conciseness or verbal brevity.
3. compressed into a small area, scope, or compass.
4. Archaic. a. drawn up, as by a girdle. b. close-fitting. c. encircled, as by a girdle.
having a roof fall in on your bathtub
nearly severing a finger while butchering at a carnitas feast
flopping the VW bug over on its side in the h.s. parking lot
actually finding work
Mundane, but highlights nonetheless.
It's all changing, though. The show's going on the road.
Be-bop top that, Kerouac.
Oh, yeah...I guess he is the top cat.
I can be the top mouse.
zBrown, better call shotgun!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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As a chicken told me, some challenges, when topped too often, will bring you to the bottom. It's all metaphores of course
... off course.
A ditch is a ditch, but ditches or drains can be constructed in different ways that give them different legal status. And some ditches are not drains.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Of Corse.
A haha is fence in a ditch. It can be got around, under, over, or through, just like the Pall Malls I used to smoke in the Navy, where particular people congregated.
Some fences are unbreachable.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse:
Your OP was not clear about the intent of the thread. Do you prefer not-Yosemite-stuff not to be posted on this thread? I can stop posting OT.
The Yosemite Flames value of OT stuff in this thread, is that it keeps your Flames thread reposted more often. "Wide" threads with a bit of temperature tend to be posted more often than "narrower", more focused threads that easily burn out and end up in the ashes. It's a balance.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What's balance have to do with it?--Tina Burner-OuterSpace-Time-Continuum-BoomBoom-Flake-eMouse
The wider the fish, the more net you need.
The more fish you release, the more karmic you feel.
The more karmic you feel the better.
And so feed your mice, release your fish--they're not your dish, and say your grace at every fishless meal.
Unless you live in Corsica and fish for a living.
Any Seine pursen knows that.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I think I misplaced mine. may I have shotgun please, please, please.
-James (Don't Callme mrPostman) Brown
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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The Seine at night (from my visit to Paris in 2011)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Seriously, you have to love the Mediterranean peoples.
For years now, a growing number of my constituents have been of Italian descent and I've come to know them well. They have honored me with their support and with their friendship. Indeed I can proudly say that some of my very best friends are Italian Americans...These hearings on the Mafia are in no way whatsoever a slur upon the great Italian people. Because I can state from my own knowledge and experience that Italian Americans are among the most loyal, most law-abiding, patriotic, hard-working American citizens in this land. And it would be a shame, Mr. Chairman, if we allowed a few rotten apples to give a bad name to the whole barrel. Because from the time of the great Joaquin Muriettaup through the time of Gypsy Rose Lee, right up until the present day, with such Congressmen as Sonny Bono and Al Franken (names are deceiving), Italian Americans have been pioneers in building and defending our great nation. They are the salt of the earth, and they're one of the backbones of this country.--Sen. Geary, the GFII
Why do you think the french word for "to carry" is portager?
Because it took the Portagees that long to decide what to do with the wheel? Noooo. But that was good.
The Finns, however, didn't need the wheel, having sleds. But no toboggans. And reindeer. Many-many reindeer.
Gotta love Rudolf. Bright, colorful dude.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Joaquin Murietta was Mexican...actually a Californio
which probably meant somewhere in his origin was native-american mixed with spanish.
I am a portagee
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Weight. Just wait. Not Tom Waitts. Not Waitress In a Doughnut Shop.
Not The Weight (Annie's had enough). if you wait patiently it won't come any sooner. Waiting isn't worth waiting for.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Grateful Dead Live at Merramec Community College 1970-05-14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bK5bMF8B2Z4
Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia
Please don't dominate the rap, Jack
If you got nothing new to say
If you please, don't back up the track
This train's got to run today
I spent a little time in the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I heard some say "better run away"
Others say "better stand still"
Now I don't know but I've been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I heard it said
It's just as hard with the weight of lead
Who can deny? Who can deny?
It's not just a change in style
One step done and another begun
In I wonder how many miles?
I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don't understand
But I think in time we will
Now I don't know but I was told
In the heat of the sun a man died of cold
Do we keep on coming or stand and wait
With the sun so dark and the hour so late?
You can't overlook the lack Jack
Of any other highway to ride
It's got no signs or dividing lines
And very few rules to guide
I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I saw things getting out of hand
I guess they always will
Now, I don't know but I've been told
If the horse don't pull, you got to carry the load
I don't know whose back's that strong
Maybe find out before too long
One way or another
One way or another
One way or another
This darkness got to give
[etc]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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East-West was a nice wake-up. I listened to it while I shaved.
I'm going to the movies, then see about plane tickets to TdF.
Or near Iviza.
Here's the West (Mediterranean).
Here's the East Indian Ocian).Have a nice day.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Flame on
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I'm curious gFlores, how does one determine that this bird has flown or gone astray?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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i knew you could explain it. Now, one more. Did you know at the time you took the photograph (wouldn't it be nicer if the subject gave the photograph?) the rarity of the event.
My experience with birds is kind of limited to knowing my friend Larry, who did a Master's thesis on coots.
and thank you for the handy bird reference
http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/american_Coot/id
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Yes, I knew it was a rarity. I was on a birder's email list and they always send out announcements about such events. Finding the bird even though one knows approximately where they hang out is another story. The booby being the size that it is was certainly easier than looking for say something the size of a tanager; but still they sometimes are where someone said they last saw them and most of the time they are not. I am not a "birder" per se; but a bird photographer. So of course I kept checking and looking for it until I finally found it. At another time there was an adult brown booby in the area and that one hung out at a different place. Once at the harbor I was able to photograph a puffin which was also very rare. Most of the time though, I photograph the residents and the migrants; rarities are more difficult to encounter. And what is a rarity one place is a common bird in another. I live in Appalachia and on the east coast the only hummingbird that really is seen around here is the ruby-throat. A rarity would be an Anna's hummingbird which is very common in California and one I have photographed many times. And speaking of coots--they are very very common most places but not only a rarity in Hawaii but considered endangered there...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/raineys/8172699817/in/photostream
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Coots are NOT endangered in de Flames thread.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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We have two feeders and see a lot of (what most likely are Rubies) hummingbirds. They can be very aggressive.
Anyway, now I'm gonna have to ask Mr. Murdoch, just what it was that he determined about those coots (in the back bay of Newport Beach).
OT: My little dog is named Ruby and we sure had a good ol' time making hand-cranked ice cream and home made salsa from Jeanie's garden. Don't touch your eyes.
Oh yeah, trouble ahead, trouble behind, but is anything endangered in the Flames thread(za)?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I either remembered, dreamed or upon reflection determined that I had seen this all before.
Some might say that all the rounders here are collectively unconscious
alternatively, as Carl viewed it:
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Why are birds always flying in my photoshop dreams?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Why's France north of Corsica istead of south?
Photoshop some drivel I found, put it on TP, then post it on ST, then claim you are a Norwegian poet, challenge the greatest of all dead hipster poets with something he cannot ever do.
The Flame Retards.
Mojo is dead. Disco is dead. God lives for emo and sent his only other begotten son, Werner, to cut the lawn and mow the grass, but he went climbing instead.
Always with the "why?" Why?
You sound like Whynerds, kids, it's disgusting. Your father...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Cry baby cry, make my mother sigh
I'm old enough to know better
Please help me I'm falling
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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tuba what?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's three shopping days to Throwpie's Birthday, Dec. 19th.
I'm getting him a set of CDs of Gilligans Island.
I remember Ginger's boobies.
I am keeping this video, with the cameo of WBraun as the SAR buoy.
HAPPY HIPPY BIRTHDAY, Steve!
Sixty-two J's on a cake! Wow! Let's party!
See my Facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/#!/brian.bermingham.31
"Pick up Atuba Toothpaste at your chemist's today."--advert suggested by MAD
"It's Alofa Bread you don't knead, we do it for you."--another failed MAD failed advert
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18
Which three is it safe to shop on? Does he accept Paypal?
[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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Dec 10, 2012 - 11:48am PT
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Marlow, the lady sings Che Faro, "What Is Life?"
It is from Orfeo and Euridyce, one of my favorite operas, not much seen any longer, but which I primarily like because of "the Dance of the Blessed Spirits." Kathleen Ferrier is known for this role as Orfeo, one of the two she customarily sang, the other as Lucretia in Britten's The Rape of Lucretia, q.v.
[Click to View YouTube Video]We have all lost loved ones. It's an important part of life to keep on living when they leave. It's our turn sooner than we know. I love this song, because it's so comforting. Like a deathly lullaby. Makes me want it, but not just yet, Woody.
It's equally important not to forget the departed. We are doing well.
It's not too much to think there's only heaven, never hell.
Kathleen died at the height of her fame from cancer in 1951. Death is such a spoilsport.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 10, 2012 - 03:25pm PT
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Don't just follow the herd, lead it.
-Leader of the Pack, smoke 'em if ya got 'em
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 04:36pm PT
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^^^^^^^^
The Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton from Eckehard Stier performed Mussorgsky's Pictures at an exhibition and the highlights "Baba Yaga" and "The great door from Kiev" live at Auckland Town Hall in February 2010.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Hitting the road on the night before Christmas, Bevin's birthday.
Going to visit the CosmicCrags. Man, wife, parrots.
Hitt me, Kkrishna! With that rhythym schtickk!
So I'm goin' to the crags and I'm packin' my bags.
It's not Tierra del Fuego, but the climate's suitable for what I have to wear. I don't have anything to pack except Fires and Superlight bag. And some underwear and a book. And the ashtray. And the remote.
I don't have anything here I'll need there.
I just spoke-mailed CC and all is set.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 10, 2012 - 04:46pm PT
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Cosmic
I love their daring spirits.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:03pm PT
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Electric Light Parrots. Ents, Leaves, Palms. Erb Light Panatela. Elbow Lever Punch. Elmo Loves ... Poor fuching Elmo, we'll leave it at that.
Only one parrot on his shoulder means he is not going to laugh at you in front of his friends, kemo sabe...--Taunt O, the Sherpa-Lumpa sidekick
Keith looks like he's dressed for Vegas in the "recital." Good jazz, you head of hop smoke and rock dust and parrot down. A real power trio you have up there. Like Buddy Holly and his Crickets.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:21pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I went and wisited the Werner and Merrys (and cat) enough this year. Here's the video I meant to post after Facelift and clean foggodaboudditt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Amigo to hell and back. Brothers in blues and reds and puke-greens. The Non-Emergency Red and Blue Cross Depression Emerging Crisis Intervention Squad (NERBCDECI Squad)* is on the way to help the afflicted VegasClimber get his bearings.
I have a feeling peer pressure alone will get his climbing jones going. We'll shame him like a miscreant of another race, we'll even throw pie in his ugly old face. We'll cajole him, rock/roll him, beguile him, but not heil him.
*Nerb-see-decky Squad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 06:04pm PT
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OMG, someone get me off of this overcrowded, stuffy, overheated, meandering-like-a-lost-cow commuter bus creeping along the Mass. Pike...please?????!--Lilabiene in the last sixty minutes
Calls for the NSD Squad are a dime a dozen, but this is "fue real" from the lady with Dolt's nose.
We need some help, here. Lady goin' to crack up here!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Snap out of it! Think odd thoughts of things like, oh, sealing wax. Boogers. Anything but commuting.
Alex commutes on the Nose. WTF. You commute where you are polluted.
Mick looks drunk, eh? I'm working on my escape from normal.
F*#k a nervous nellie, that woman's nothing like you, Lilabiene. You'll get your wings and fly once you've gone out on the Arete.
So there. You've been singed by de Flames. Feel intervened?
Are you on your diet? God forbid you have nothing to do...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
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Camp 4 Old Couple
O! ‘tis sad in Camp 4 when it begins to freeze and snow,
With the boulders buried ‘neath the last good blow,
And the dark nights dreary with the coyote’s cry,
And I thinking, thinking of the days gone by.
O! the happy Summers of the olden days,
When the brown bears through the garbage grazed,
And my frozen heart that I still eagerly embrace
Melts a little bit, warmed by your peaceful face.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 10, 2012 - 08:40pm PT
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Taken through the front windshield of a car while I was sitting as a passenger riding on the highway
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 09:51pm PT
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View out my mind's window.This falls went down with all hands, no survivors. It's the fiscal cliff, the tears of Boehner flowing.
GD/Visions of Johanna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwOpK3zXnXI
Yeah, I got the two prints, framed and glassed and on a two-thirds discount last week, same time that nneebbee collected her BOB (Big Old Bierstadt). It's only a coincidence we've been emailing and enjoying our age with one another, then something like this comes out of the dang azure skies. Funny how it goes. I can't explain...it's all so hard to get along...infinity's on trial, maybe.
I'm ready for the highway blues.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 11:12pm PT
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Yow, that's too much homework. WTF?
I could see a book report, but that's a week's worth of grinding.
Guess I better hit the books. Hope there's some porn in that stack.
I haven't even looked yet and I'm complaining. How's the kid in me? Just fine.
1-Fabulous. I learned I can bury a body three times out on Hwy 51. BD's body specifically. We'll wait'll he's really dead.
"If Werner's the komodo, the walrus is Paul, then that could mean Bob's an armadyllo, I'm not a mouse, and we're all parrots on this bust."--Locker in a saner, more-serious-than-not moooood swiiiiing, channeling Maynard G. Drebs, who never really existed--how's he do that?
2-It's never too late to pray. I simply question its efficacy in the face of real danger. It's why I wear a St. Chris. Even if he's officially discredited, who gives a shite? Dynomite, just blow me.
I prefer the simplicity and rhythym of the theme from Peter Gunn, frankly. Or the Batman theme. Or The Bird.
3-Rare as a jewel in the lotus paste. God loves a good virgin Johanna. Un miracolo!
4-Short electrified version (no folk guitars need apply):
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
5-I think the combo of harmonica and organ, or harp and organ, or mouth organ/harp and organ, is charming, nice, interesting, quaint, soulful; and I wish I knew what he was singing about and could write like that.
Taking a break, here, boss!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 01:59am PT
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Albert King/Don't Throw Your Love On Me So Strong
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EU3FMsIyNh4
Mike Bloomfield/It Takes Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G6ov3lQJ7w
"You know what it means to be alone."
John Hammond/My First Plea
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oFCM7XTP_E
The subject of this last song may be off the list, so to speak, but WTF. The blues don't care.
The blues almost always makes me feel better because that guy's got it so much focking worse. Yeah.
And the music can be soft and restful like a lover's embrace, like old John Hammond just proved.
Life is full of irony, just not so many fair ironmonger's daughters and granddaughters.
And so this set is for Lilabiene, so blue. Losing her purple.
Full Spectrum Alert: Magenta, Royal Blue, all other colors of alert will be posted ASAP. Unless the situation levels out. It may have with the TR she posted, or it may only drive her to further distraction.
We're sending in the Barbershoppers, this is a Total Alert!
SPEBQSA to the rescue!
rescue!
rescue!
Li-i-i-i-la-a-a-a-a!
[Click to View YouTube Video]The closest I could find to your name, Lilabiene, was Lida Rose. Feel the harmony and the care with which they sing. They look a little Doltish or elven or ME-born to me with their beards.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 07:48am PT
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One afternoon that September, I was sitting at our camp table when a car drove slowly up to the climber’s area and then over to the far side of one of the large boulders....the strum of a guitar, and two voices raised in mournful harmony....folk music, obviously, but song I’d never heard.
In California, in the late fifties, if someone mentioned folk music, they probably had in mind the Kingston Trio (“Did they ever return, no, they never returned) or Harry Belafonte (“Day-O”). If you were more hip you liked Odetta and the Weavers and Pete Seeger. Our Camp 4 troubadours turned out to be from the East, dropouts from Dartmouth: Bill Briggs and Bob Coltman. That Briggs was also a climber explained their presence in Yosemite, although they hadn’t come to do any climbing.
[Joe here explains the presence of Judith, a girlfriend of Gary Hemming, and his subsequent arrival and departure in search of them in Mexico.]
While they were in Camp 4, Bill and Bob sang songs ranging from Childe Ballads* (later made popular by Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell, to songs weitten by Woodie Guthrie and Ewan macColl and the anonymous singers of Appalachia. One afternoon, Bob sang nothing but murder ballads for over an hour. I heard for the first time songs like woody Guthrie’s “Deportee” and “Pastures of Plenty,” Ewan MacColl’s “The first Time Ever” and songs like “Rambler, Gambler,” “Jug of Punch,” “Rose Connelly,” “Whiskey in the Jar,” and “Don’t Sing Love Songs (you’ll wake my mother“).
It was a trove of American culture that I had no idea existed. Bill’s other contribution to our camp was Teton Tea, a concoction seemingly invented just for climbers.
Pour a gallon or so of water into a large pot perched over the fire. Add a dozen tea bags tied into a knot for easy retrieval later on. Add the juice, and subsequently the rinds, of six or more lemons. Then let a gallon of port wine, the cheaper the better, gurgle into the pot. And, if finances allow, add two packages of frozen raspberries. Heat, stir, and serve.
Sort of makes you want to sing along.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen
* The Child Ballads are a collection of 305 ballads from England and Scotland, and their American variants, collected by Francis James Child in the late nineteenth century. The collection was published as The English and Scottish Popular Ballads between 1882 and 1898 by Houghton Mifflin in 10 volumes. — Excerpted from Child Ballads on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 04:56pm PT
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Arthur McBride's not just a Christmas tune. It's anti-recruitment for the military might of Great Britain. A protest song.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_McBride
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ode to Chuck/Forrest McCarthy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeJo9MRqqHw
Chuck's music collection represented by the Gypsy Kings, Edith Piaf, Enya.
Chuck's areas of operation are shown to be Yosemite, Thailand, Wyoming.
Chuck's friends are shown to be too numerous to identify. I hope you recognize your younger selves! There are many ST posters in this video, one of the best films done with stills that I have ever watched, and it's about one of the men I admire most, and one of the few from the Golden Age with whom I came in contact in my younger climbing days.
If you haven't seen this, I hadn't either until today. Merry Christmas!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 11, 2012 - 05:08pm PT
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Some gypsy music
I am able to see you dance to the first one, Gypsy.
Ando Drom - Zsa Mo
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"All night there isn't a train going by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going."
Dzelem Dzelem - NBE & Esma Redzepova
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Camarón de La Isla - Nana del Caballo Grande
[Click to View YouTube Video]
One more kind remark: Excellent Dylan stuff zBrown.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 07:06pm PT
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http://www.americanrevolution.org/upside.html
http://www.kitchenmusician.net/smoke/worldupside.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diggers'_Song
There is confusion with the title of Rosselon's song and the marching tune supposedly played by the British at Yorktown. The story's confusing, initially.
I will leave it for Gypsy to explain, if she can. I loved that big old guitar he played. And it may have been out of sync, but it's nice to hear the song. And I listened to a march, titled TWTUD, too, but it sounds too modern, somehow, so I won't post it.
Who's going to post 500 Miles by Peter, Paul, and Mary?
We are close to 500 posts. Wow.
Coldplay has a song with the same title, TWTUD.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 07:50pm PT
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Checking back on Youtube for some BBC That Was The Week That Was, I can't come up with a thing about Monsiuer Rosselon, only some stuff that appears rather lame to my jaded sense of satire. The show in Britain was apparently somewhat different than here. I only remember seeing the US version, of course. Gypsy is that much younger she may not remember it at all.
I really enjoyed Hootenanny on TV when it came on the air from the time I was a h.s. frosh to the next year. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hootenanny_(U.S._TV_series);
Followed by Shindig!, which replaced it in a hurry.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shindig!
The series house band, the Shin-diggers (later renamed the Shindogs), featured a young Glen Campbell, Joey Cooper, Chuck Blackwell (drums), Billy Preston, James Burton, Delaney Bramlett, Larry Knechtel (on bass), Leon Russell (on piano), and Glen D. Hardin.
I was just out of the "bubble-gummer" stage, I suppose, or the girls were. I was just a clueless schmo, much like Joe Fitschen describes himself in his book. I would listen to anything any guy told me was cool,
and especially anything the girls seemed to like.
This was all happening as the first repeats and the first few new routes were being done on the Captain, just eighty miles from where our TV blazed.
I started visiting the Park on a really regular basis that year, 1963, with Mathis and the Explorers and with our newly-found girl friends. Very sweet memories for later, if then. We listened to Roy Orbison, because he was in love with a pretty woman, just like us. But we really liked old Roy's jacket and his shades.
In Dreams
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rTW2UzzLQ8
Sweet Dreams Baby /with Jackson Browne, T Bone Burnett, Elvis Costello, k.d.Lang, Bonnie Raitt, J.D. Souther, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits and Jennifer Warnes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHr38NcFyts
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 08:22pm PT
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NEWS OF DICK ELLSWORTH, guys!
Not recent, but I'm on his trail.
http://www.cohp.org/natl_parks/Kobuk_Valley_1.pdf
//Angayukaqsraq, Kobuk Valley national Park:
Remote Exploration Still Exists//
The Peak
First, let’s figure out how to pronounce this awkward
name. The easy way is to just say “Anga,” but being
explorers, we like to understand the root reason for a
name.
I turned to Dick Ellsworth, librarian and teacher in
Kotzebue.
After consulting the Native experts in town
(Willie Goodwin, Ray Ferguson, Nanyaq, etc.), he
concluded we should say “anga-you-cuk-suk,” which
means “a younger old man” – not an elder, but old
enough to care for the family. The rangers at the
National Park Service office in Kotzebue were
appreciative of this research, and for the details of our
expedition to the rarely visited mountains in the park.
and this--
http://www.mtnclubak.org/layouts/layout_mca/files/documents/scree_select/may10.pdf
Scree--online publication of MC of Alaska, 5/10
Peak of the Month: Termination Peak
by Steve Gruhn
Mountain Range: Coast Mountains
Borough: Haines Borough
Drainage: Meade Glacier
Latitude/Longitude: 59o 10’ 6” North, 135o 7’ 6” West
Elevation: 6150 feet
Prominence: 2800 feet from Peak 6650 in the Meade Glacier drainage
Adjacent Peaks: The Trickster (5950) and Peak 5350 in the
Meade Glacier drainage
Distinctness: 800 feet from The Trickster
USGS Map: Skagway (A-1)
First Recorded Ascent: January 1982 by Charles R. “Dick”
Ellsworth and John Svenson, Jr.
Route of First Recorded Ascent: Southwest face to the
northwest ridge
Access Point: Chilkoot Inlet about 4.5 miles southwest of
Termination Peak
Despite having many attractive climbing opportunities,
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 11, 2012 - 08:30pm PT
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These dudes rousted me outa my spot, said they were looking for some lone wolf R2DTHROWPIE-OMouse. Me being alone, I guess I can't blame 'em, but can I forgive them?
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise
Just remind me to show you the scars
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 11, 2012 - 08:37pm PT
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Just Like a Gypsy Woman
she danced around and round to a guitar melody
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 11, 2012 - 09:09pm PT
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That is Taraf de Haidouks. Latcho Drom is from the same director as the film above (Tony Gatliff). It is a trilogy. The third is set in Spain and titled "Vengo". Gatliff also did a film about I Muvrini called "Terra"
In this film the character Stephen keeps playing a tape of the singer from the group Ando Drom--Mitsou
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6CU_leW6GE
in this case she is singing with one of my favorite French groups, Bratsch.
this is a Goran Bregovich song that is featured in another great rom film called Time of the Gypsies
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 10:32pm PT
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Yeah, well I was busy finding something to sh#t on. But I'm happy to see all this fun music!
Andy, you'll be getting a Christmas Card for the 500th post. It's not from the North Pole, though it has something to do with Alaska.--Mr. Mouse Claus
I must say, Andy, that, since I relate to string-pulling in my own special way, I enjoyed the rom musicians to the max. They make those Shaym guys look tame in comparison.
Gypsy, thank you and everybody for the free concert c#m credit/no credit course in international music!
The Free University lives!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 10:57pm PT
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zBrown, in response to the song Positively 4th Street:
Usted dice que esta perdiendo su voz, Amigo. Usted sabe que en realidad no es asi.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 12, 2012 - 01:15am PT
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Ariel, my son, was walking on our dark mountain road tonight and was apparently hit by a car. I am told he is okay but I am on my way to the hospital to see for myself. I am pretty sure he has a broken leg.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2012 - 01:48am PT
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God bless you both.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 12, 2012 - 04:40am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
oh my... was going to post a neat little note here, but i will wait now...
may god bless your son through all this awful stuff... :(
and a get well, soon, to him...
sorry to hear this...
prayers and hugs...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 12, 2012 - 01:53pm PT
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Gypsy
Sorry to hear about Ariel's and your misfortune. Hoping you're right about it not being too serious.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2012 - 02:50pm PT
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I was going through my dad's "war box" this morning, full of his mementos from flying in Europe. Among the lists of equipment issued, the addresses, the travel ordes, the photos of mussolini and his GF hanging, there is a map of Paris and it is printed on the reverse of part of a German map of the Cap de Trois Fourches in Spanish Morocco. Guess where we're heading?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_of_Morocco
Chaabi--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8zXtDl6lcg
Malhun--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsIxUbhaCT4
We'll call this Berber--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIwNtHd9loY
[This one's for Ron Anderson, in particular.]
Gnawa (more won't hurt at all)--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEovVlsxI4U
Conceivably, one might travel around the circumference of Africa seeking to record the local music. It must have been done already or I wouln't have thought of it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2012 - 03:16pm PT
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I know, man. The nails on the back, yeah.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2012 - 03:29pm PT
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Royal Blue Alert!This must be in the Mediterranean somewhere, or is it SA? It's not England.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 12, 2012 - 03:41pm PT
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Gypsy
Sorry to hear. Keep us informed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 12, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
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say mouse, how much is a bird really worth?
If you say it depends on where it is, then I'll take you at your word.
you can find what you were looking for on the Long Learning thread.
Sorry Leonard, if your're still out there
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 12, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
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about time for another sentence or two
Some got six month some got one solid
Some got one solid year indeed-e
Some got six month some got one solid year
But me and my buddies all got lifetime here
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
30 days in the hole
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 13, 2012 - 08:53am PT
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I was with my son in the hospital all day yesterday. He had surgery on his leg. Now he is in stable condition. I will return this morning. Our biggest problem at this point is no insurance and we are both poorer than poor.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2012 - 11:06am PT
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Poor.
Roop.
Poro.
Proo.
Orpo.
Opor.
Orop.
Oorp.
Oopr.
Here we have the bottom of the stack, those who haven't any letters even.
And so they just sing.
Angus Mac-ind-oc was the Cupid of the Gaels. He was a harper
of the sweetest music, and was //attended by birds, his own trans-
formed kisses//, which hovered, invisible, over young men and
maidens of Erin, whispering love into their ears.
WHEN we say, "A little bird told me," we are
talking legend and folklore and superstition all
at once. There is an old Basque story of a bird--always a small one in these tales--that tells the truth;
and our Biloxi Indians used to say the same of the
hummingbird. Breton peasants still credit all birds with
the power of using human language on proper occasions,
and traditions in all parts of the world agree that every
bird had this power once on a time if not now. The
fireside-tales of the nomads of Oriental deserts or of
North American plains and forest alike attest faith in
this power; and conversation by and with birds is almost
the main stock of the stories heard on our Southern cot-
ton-plantations. You will perhaps recall the bulbul [Tennyson's The Recollections of]of the Arabian Nights, and, if you please, you may
read in another chapter of the conversational pewit and
hoopoe of Solomonic fame.
Biblical authority exists in the confidence of the
Prophet Elijah that a "bird of the air...shall tell the
matter"; and monkish traditions abound in revelations
whispered in the ear of the faithful by winged mes-
sengers from divine sources, as you may read further
along if you have patience to turn the leaves. The poets
keep alive the pretty fiction; and the rest of us resort
to the phrase with an arch smile whenever we do not care
to quote our authority for repeating some half-secret bit
of gossip. "This magical power of understanding bird-
talk,"..."is regularly the way in which the
seers of myths obtain their information."
Primitive men--and those we style the Ancients were
primitive so far as nature is concerned--regarded birds
as supernaturally wise. This canniness is implied in
many of the narratives and incidents set down in the
succeeding pages; and in view of it birds came to be
regarded by early man with great respect, yet also with
apprehension, for they might utilize their knowledge to
his harm. For example: The Canada jay is believed
by the Indians along the northern shore of Hudson Bay
to give warning whenever they approach an Eskimo camp--usually, of course, with hostile intent; and naturally those Indians kill that kind of jay whenever they can.
....
Now the idea underlying all this faith in the super-
natural wisdom and prophetic gift in birds is the general
supposition that they are spirits, or, at any rate, possessed
by spirits, a doctrine that appears in various guises but is
universal in the world of primitive culture — a world
nearer to us sophisticated readers than perhaps we
realize: but a good many little children inhabit it, even
within our doors.
"The primitive mind, Dr. Brinton asserts, "did not
recognize any deep distinction between the lower animals
and man"; and continues:
The savage knew that the beast was his superior in many
points, in craft and in strength, in fleetness and intuition, and he
regarded it with respect. To him the brute had a soul not in-
ferior to his own, and a language which the wise among men
might on occasion learn....Therefore with wide unanimity
he placed certain species of animals nearer to God than is man
himself, or even identified them with the manifestations of the
Highest.
None was in this respect a greater favorite than the bird.
Its soaring flight, its strange or sweet notes, the marked hues
of its plumage, combined to render it a fit emblem of power
and beauty. The Dyaks of Borneo trace their descent to
Singalang Burong, the god of birds; and birds as the ancestors
of the totemic family are extremely common among the
American Indians. The Eskimos say that they have the faculty
of soul or life beyond all other creatures, and in most primitive
tribes they have been regarded as the messengers of the divine,
and the special purveyors of the vital principles....and every-
where to be able to understand the language of birds was
equivalent to being able to converse with the gods.
If this is true it is not surprising that savages in various
parts of the world trace their tribal origin to a super-
natural bird of the same form and name as some familiar
local species, which was inhabited by the soul of their
heroic "first man." The Osage Indians of Kansas, for
example, say that as far back as they can conceive of
time their ancestors were alive, but had neither bodies
nor souls. They existed beneath the lowest of the four
"upper worlds' and at last migrated to the highest, where
they obtained souls. Then followed travels in which they
searched for some source whence they might get human
bodies, and at last asked the question of a redbird sitting
on her nest. She replied: "I can cause your children to
have human bodies from my own." She explained that
her wings would be their arms, her head their head, and
so on through a long list of parts, external and internal,
showing herself a good comparative anatomist. Finally
she declared: "The speech (or breath) of children will
I bestow on your children."
Such is the story of how humanity reached the earth,
according to one branch of the Osages : other gentes
also believe themselves descended from birds that came
down from an upper world. Dozens of similar cases
might be quoted, of which I will select one because of its
curious features. The Seri, an exclusive and backward
tribe inhabiting the desert-like island Tiburon, in the Gulf
of California, ascribe the creation of the world, and of
themselves in particular, to the Ancient of Pelicans, a
mythical fowl of supernal wisdom and melodious song--an unexpected poetic touch!--who first raised the earth
above the primeval waters. This last point is in con-
formity with the general belief that a waste of waters
preceded the appearance, by one or another miraculous
means well within the redman's range of experience, of
a bit of land; and it is to be observed that this original
patch of earth, whether fixed or floating, was enlarged
to habitable dimensions not by further miracles, nor by
natural accretion, but, as a rule, by the labor and in-
genuity of the "first men" themselves, usually aided by
favorite animals. Thus the Seri Indians naturally held
the pelican in especial regard, but that did not prevent
their utilizing it to the utmost. Dr. W J McGee found
that one of their customs was to tie a broken-winged, liv-
ing pelican to a stake near the seashore, and then appro-
priate the fishes brought to the captive by its free
relatives.
I'll be sending some regurgitated fish soon, Ariel. The cormorants tell me they hope that your leg mends quickly and you like the fish.
If you wish to read the rest of the article, here's where to do so: http://www.archive.org/stream/birdsinlegendfab00inge/birdsinlegendfab00inge_djvu.txt
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 13, 2012 - 12:58pm PT
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I was with my son in the hospital all day yesterday. He had surgery on his leg. Now he is in stable condition. I will return this morning. Our biggest problem at this point is no insurance and we are both poorer than poor.
Does the driver of the car have insurance? If he/she does, then it shold cover his Ariel's medical expenses.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2012 - 02:39pm PT
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http://www.flickr.com/people/gypsyflores/
You can offer some photos for sale.
Why are we telling a Gypsy how to get along, they're so self-reliant it's a cliche.
It's because we care. America's not just a business. We exist in our little community, we don't need to worry so much about the rest o' the world, only to appreciate they're there and have neat music and birds and rocks to scale. Mtns. to climb, autobahns to race 'round, minerals to steal.
If we can just get by through December.--Merle
What about my BB-gun, ma? How'm I gonna shoot me some birds?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 13, 2012 - 07:03pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-t2-wUPo7Oo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O3HTqa7l3A
He will get Medicaid for his medical bills. It is all those other things. His cell phone was crushed, his shoes were probably cut off him etc. Then all the recuperative stuff etc--like he cannot work for a looooong time and I will have to support him etc. North Carolina laws are very weird when it comes to pedestrian accidents. If a pedestrian is even remotely at fault an insurance company does not have to pay. We are waiting for the police report.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2012 - 10:13pm PT
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O Kate, I loved your voice when we played dame and lord, fishwife and plowman. Sooth, your bountiful gift enlivened many a campfire in our guild, sung by our very own nightingale. The Guild of ST, St. Thomas, huh...
Well, Tiffany was the prima voce in our little choir, mostly all women, unfortunately. My dad's tenor voice bypassed me. Liz had a baritoney voice and did sing with her mother's local talent, a large assembly of female barbershoppers. And Terri and Susan and Miss Blincow, they all worked hard to sing well together. It's a lot of misadventure, too, with a temperamental gal like Tiffany. "Bedlam Girls," that about covers it.
She introduced us to Kate Rusby, who had only just arrived--no mistaking her voice. I guess we listened to Hourglass, while your selection is from her second album, Sleepless. Liz died in 1998, the year after Hourglass came out.
The Weaver School Midsummer's Knight Festival. We are drinking Adam's ale, not single malt. Wrong Knight. :)
Merry Xmas, T & crew, while I'm thinking!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
And my love Ann is wondrous bonnie
I'm loathe that she should wet her feet
Because I love her best of any.
Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare
Go saddle her and make her ready.
For I must cross the stream tonight,
Or never more I'll see my lady.
He's ridden over field and fen.
O'er moor and moss and many's the mire,
But the spurs of steel were sore to bite.
Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire.
The mare flew over moor and moss,
And when she's reached the Annan Water
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
Chorus
And woe betide you Annan Waters
By night you are a gloomy river,
And over you I'll build a bridge
That never more true love can sever.
Oh Boatman put off your boat,
Put off your boat for gold and money.
For I must cross the stream tonight,
Or never more I'll see my lady
Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep.
From bank to brae the water's pouring
And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear.
She stands to hear the water roaring
And he has tried to swim the stream,
And he swam on both strong and steady,
But the river was deep and strength did fail,
And never more he'll see his lady.
Oh woe betide the willow wand,
And woe betide the bush and briar,
For you broke beneath my true love's hand
When strength did fail and limbs did tire
(Chorus)
That never more true love may sever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2012 - 11:01pm PT
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"Two bars of Malaguena and you're in."--Keith Richards
[Click to View YouTube Video]I love the outfit and the flaming red hair!
And the playing is professional and measured.
Yeah, you weren't expecting Charo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 01:28am PT
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FESTIVAL INTERNACIONAL DE LA GUITARRA 2008 - AYACUCHO
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Tempranillo is a variety of black grape widely grown to make full-bodied red wines in its native Spain. Its name is the diminutive of the Spanish temprano ("early"), a reference to the fact that it ripens several weeks earlier than most Spanish red grapes. Tempranillo has been grown on the Iberian Peninsula since the time of Phoenician settlements. It is the main grape used in Rioja, and is often referred to as Spain's noble grape. Grown early in the 20th century to produce jug wines in California, toward the end of the 20th century Tempranillo enjoyed a renaissance there and throughout the world as a fine wine. The grape has been planted in Mexico, New Zealand, South America, USA, South Africa, Australia, Argentina, Turkey and Canada.
Often blended with Grenache and Cariñena (known in Rioja as Mazuelo), Tempranillo is bottled either young or after several years of barrel aging. In Portugal, it is blended with others to produce port wine. Often growing its best at higher altitudes, the grape yields wines that are ruby in colour, with aromas and flavours of berries, plum, tobacco, vanilla, leather and herb.
Fletcher, Chrishmash cheer, ya ol' knob-slinger...happy holidays, yoga-mat breath!
http://www.designingforinfluence.com/knob-creek-runs-out-of-whiskey-and/
It's Friday, but I'm of sundry mind and body as yet, so I thank the Middle Earth path and the Pohono Trail for our having met, along with numerous others. At least a dozen. And the tempranillo. Which I did not touch, thank Bacchus! And the KC. And the afghans. Arf!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 15, 2012 - 04:15am PT
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hey there say, gypsy... oh my, :( i sure know how the no insurance thing is, :(
i will keep praying for you all... may new doors open to care for this...
how is he doing emotionaly, i hope his spirits are up...
is there anything we can do?
let us know...
hugs...
thank god he is alive and well... i am so very happy to hear
that... from a mom to a mom, hugs...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 08:34am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I've got nothing to say...
except, how's your boy been?
Good morning, good morning, good.
Repeat.
Now you're in gear.
And your bird can sing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01Gt4dhnS_4
Think like this all day: "I'll be round."
I'm a round. Rounded I am.
Dropkick Murphys/Climbing A Chair To Bed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PaphOzOBBc
Climbing A Chair To Bed
You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone
To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home
Some would say insanity or crazy, better still
Cut off your nose to spite your face, for life you've lost all will
Now you've mingled with your demons and depression's your excuse
But your lack of conscious effort is a bourbon triple proof
You've expelled them from your lobby but they lurk behind the door
It's a noose of your own making and it's rotten to the core
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
You've got the barrel fever, so let's take another pass
You've cast up your accounts again and ruined your best hat
You wanna take your final breath, but know not to commit
You yearn for the great silence, so you climb the chair to bed
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 15, 2012 - 11:24am PT
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mfm, zBrown, WBraun, Neebee - just recently
looking for names for the puppies - was considering just naming them all the same - 8dogKnight
you may have to squint but WBraun has two like everybody else
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 15, 2012 - 12:57pm PT
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Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
LIfe is but a dream
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 15, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
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I'd been wondering of late about Pharoah's Army - apparently they reached their sad end (like we all will some day)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 07:27pm PT
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Ehem, not to get serious, but to inject something into this thread holier-than-thou-brown-cow-wait-a-minute-I-shoulda-seen-her-a-long-time-ago-and-mad-a-connection: the lady in the brown hair is as nita chiquita as you may find if i heard right, but she's married now.
Other than that, nothing in the photo has changed. Absolutely nothing.
Hey, it's that new Flame's birthday, so happy joy to Ron A. For auld lang syne, and cuz she's so hot, hotter than a back burner, Mr. Birthday, Miss Tina Turner & friends, taking you higher.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koS3AU9nshM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 09:20pm PT
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Flamenco, Genco, it's all olive squeezings.
And here's Oyl and a man at home rigging a main-royal on a mast or a belay on the rock, not quite so famously as Fossil Climber, perhaps.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 09:58pm PT
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Damn it, Gypsy. Bevin just called up a half hour back. It was a brief chat, about her computer and Christmas and her birthday. Groovy. "The present's in the mail, Melodious Lady, Angelic One. Now go have fun." It wasn't really like that, I'm looping a smarty-pants reply to her she doesn't deserve. I couldn't help her if Boomer had not left some money for his tribe. It certainly feels good to share and give God and Boomer the credit, not me personally. If you can't learn that around this place, where can you?
Bevin, well, she's having friends in for an evening of dressing like divas. It's almost Christmas, this group does it traditionally now for five-six years, so it's great she can have this and a new computer, too. It's tough having a Christmas-time birthday. It's wonderful to hear from her twice in one week, and we had that short visit on Thanksgiving.
I still got teary-eyed, Gypsy. Felt good. Dingus good.
Five minutes after, her step-brother Scott returned a call I left this morning. I wanted him to know I'd left a package at his workplace, kids' gifts. We hadn't spoken in over four or five months. I'm working on bridging the gap between Scotty's wife and me, which is maybe in my head, but we'll let it ride and not make any judgements. This has gone on way too long. Like the lady expressed in the Frog Shop, family politics blah blah blah or something. Scott and I are close enough we can drop any BS--it's just not my place to try to criticize his wife to him.
I want the opp to show the oldest how the Valley might interest him. Nothing sinister there, I can only speculate on anything so may as well not. It's why I like this little video of a very young climber. You tune out the rest and concentrate--though she apparently is chatting to someone lower down.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx--wHJZVAE
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 15, 2012 - 11:14pm PT
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must admit it's hard shifting gears between Amon Tobin, Pharoah Sanders, and Merle Saunders, but I guess in a clutch situation in can be done
spose I could call the puppies 7or8tranceKnightsde_Tobin/Sanders
man it's gettin' late
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 04:53am PT
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The last day to order anything and have any hope of getting it under the tree this year is December 19th, Wednesday. Even then you are cutting it way close. If you don't really need it under the tree, but it would be nice to have, let us know if we have any slack. Some guys will be heartbroken if the stuff does not arrive on time, and clogging up the system if you don't really care would sorta suck for them.
And if the whole end of the world Mayan Calendar thing works out, it won't matter anyway.
Cheers and have a great holiday--Russ
http://www.fishproducts.com/index1.html
Yeah, it's tough being blatant.
http://www.rightreading.com/mayan/talking-cross.htm
A Talking Cross. Is that like a Walking Beam? Or a Stalking Horse? Well listen to this:
It's tough changing gears back to the Mexican Bobby Dylan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=equoIS5OcOw
Bamboo flute, Hawaii.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASgxVQAgp50
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGVIOvDzgE0
http://austral.as.utexas.edu/michael/climbing/licancabur.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Licancabur
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 16, 2012 - 06:08am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
i love the old flamenco...
i used to dance flamenco... i also still dance the ol so-called 'dance de ventre' the so-called belly dance... and i dance tahitian ori...
the drums are a natural 'thunder' to me...
also:
forgot to share the other night, after you son was hurt:
i had a very neat book, when i was a young highschool gal that i found about the gypsies... i wanted to know who they really were, as it seems
so 'not right' as to all the various things portrayed about these folks...
it was simply called 'the gypsies' i think...
or wait: it could have been called: GYPSIES just not sure at this momment
i will know, when i find teh cover picture...
told of all kinds of root origin, travels, various groups in various countries, etc... pictures as well of various things...
had found it university of santa cruz, but since, i have seen it on line...
sadly, i had lost it somewhere while moving, :(
CAN'T find the picture of it... saw it the other night though:
it had a young gal in a RED dress on it...
*who was the older man that played flamenco that they brought in for:
around the worlds in 80 days--?
carlos montoya, ???
i nkow it was carlos...
he was well-known for his skills
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 06:25am PT
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zBrown
Happy New Year! Felices fiestas, amigo!
"Feelies nabiblah!"--PeeWee Harris
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myehVMLFI58&playnext=1&list=PL14D5EEDAFD2BCF5D&feature=results_video]
Interjection needed, neebee. Thanks. I was beginning to think no one was awake. Thanks from the bottom of my toasty little heart for telling us you danced flamenco. Etc. You know that blanket I told you about the other day? It's just as cozy and luxurious as a duvet any day. The "E" is like a plucked apple. Or is it the "A"? I forget.
Here's the story behind the video of Quicksilver Messenger Service, etc. Talking about The Second New Year's Eve Bash sponsored by Bill Graham at Winterland, SF. There were sets played by the QSM, JA, and many others. It has not much to do with climbing, but is part of my story, the story of the Rev, and Mark McAllister, his Flames "momma" Belle Coates, Julie Mathis--the Rev's sister, and Jack Meade, Larry Jones, and myself, all three "property of USN."
But first I need to listen to the rest of this video and get high. I was there as you might surmice.
Whether it was all recorded after midnight, during the midnight hour, around midnight, or took place in a midnight lightning storm, is irrelelvant. It's the night, morning, really, that Jones and I split White Lightning. This is an interesting story. To my mind.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 16, 2012 - 07:00am PT
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hey ther mouse... yep, awake... the little boy that i am babysitting will wake up at about 8:30... i was going to go back to sleep, as i woke up at about near 2 am... went to sleep early as he didd, being that i was up all night the night before... :O
but i am too awake now.. i can go to sleep, after he leaves, at 10:00 or so...
so very sorry i cannot see any of the youtube stuff that you and gypsy and all,sahre sahre = share... i type 'transposing' style and it is getting harder and harder to fix... so weary to fix nearly every word, :(
so i just may start typeing in code translation for many words, from now, on, :))
say--am still trying to one day catch gypsie's radio station stuff...
i love music from all over.. .that is bueaty of 'orientle/belly dance/dance de ventre--it can be danced to all kinds of music...
tahitian and flamenco sure are speical in their own frame, though, :)
and lovely hawian, too... i did some of that, both old and new style, but not anymore... need to match story to musci/music for that, and that takes extra time, than just 'moving with musci/music...
:)
well, say now, happy good morning...
*oh, i saw a post on the hyphens... i LVOE/LOVE hypens... i used to use the all the time, typing here, too, but as dial up takes longer nd longer and type goes bad and is harder to do, i hve SADLY left them out... :(
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 07:07am PT
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The Glenlivet in my hand and Ariel Sierra Hamm weren't around in 1967. This is for those who wondered about early SF. When I was twenty early SF meant to me the times when the Sutro Baths were the hot attraction.
Now it might mean a lot to every succeeding generation that passes through the Bay Area, but it naturally means different things to different segments of each ov those generations. Not everyone was a beatnik and not everyone was a hippie and certainly not everyone was punk or post-punk or retro whatever.
The Flames came about in the year 1968. The Cal climbers were 7-10 years earlier, or nearly so.
When the Cal climbers infested Ritter's palatial digs in Berkeley, they were just the same, only different, as the three of us at Apathy House in El Grovo Pacifico. We were less climbers, then, but came to be more so, and filled out nicely, in a manner of speaking. The Berkeley Boys were excitable collegians and dropping-outs leading the same existence, but listening to different tunes, and hitting or missing with the misses just like we did in our peninsula pad.
Apathy House was an official Flames clubhouse when we move in in 1969, fall, just after the release of Abbey Road. we had become Flames the summer before, the late spring, maybe. We all just kind of morphedinto Flames from the remnants of the Dirty Hands of America (I never had much of any truck with this outfit as I was in St. Mary's and in boot camp during this clique's high tide).
Now that I look at it, I was fortunate to have gone away during this lowest of social high tides in the Merced I lived through in this era. It's boring in the SJV. It is for the purpose of relieving this boredom God allowed Yosemite to be spotted just up the road a piece. and brought quicksilver to earth.
"Everybody get up and dance for a change."--bill g
http://www.kikiraina.com/about.htm
I live a block from the local Tahitian, Hawaiian, Samoan dance studio on Main St. They participate in many functions on Main St., like parades, and the show up for the street fairs. Here is something you can share with us, neebee. We shall all bear that in mind, hopefully--that is such a good thing to fix back there in the control panel of my mind.
Speaking of which, it was altered Jan. 1, 1968, significantly. Why do some people feel it's necessary when some others have control problems like seizure, is not mine to wonder over, at least not here. It is ironic, though, in a number of ways, i must say...
In addition to the folks mentioned earlier, the Flames et. al. from Merced, was Sharon Gomes [typed in Flores there and it did not compute, heh--glad I caught that!] who ended being married to the Rev within months--that's another tale. All concerned were there to jam with Quicksilver, the main homegrown Merced contribution to the Haight/Ashbury music scene.
In the wee hours of all-night gigs like this was, when things get a little slack, nobody's really paying attention, things happen. Some cat gave Sharon a hit of relampago blanco de LSD. So Sprout (her nickname) didn't want it--she had to go home that morning with the others and no one knew she had made the trip to SF (one of those capers, uh-huh, so she could be with the Rev).
Larry and I split it in two. I immediately began wanting to leave for some reason and Jones tried to reason with me that we were "in the Navy, for Shit's sake, Mouse. This is what squids do, get f*#ked up and let the SPs deal with it. And we have all the time in the world. Liberty's not over for a long time."
Jones had to get back to Monterey, to Defense Language Institute and bone up on Indonesian, Jack had to go back to the USS Hand Job at Hunter's Pt., and I needed to report back to barracks at TI. The rest were all cruising back to Merced with the Rev in his Fairlane.
Long story short.
It got weird then.
Everybody bonded over in Golden Gate Park.
Kumbaya.
We climbed a few trees, smoked a doob to "mellow us out"--hah!--and we all went our separate ways long before noon.
It beat the hell out of New Year's Eve in Merced.
I wonder where I'll be this year?
....
Country Road Twelve at Avenue Nine
Almost heaven, Merced County,
Sierra Mountains, Yosemite Valley,
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Chorus:
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
Is it Merced, mama, or somewhere else?
Take me home, country roads
All my memories, gathered 'round her
My fair city, stranger to blue water
Hot and dusty, painted on the plain
In fall it smells like onions, they make some damn fine wine
Chorus
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' Ninety-Nine I get the feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Chorus x 2 (modulates)
My profound apology to John Denver for taking liberty with his work
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 16, 2012 - 08:35am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 08:49am PT
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Hey, thanks! I have on a red pile garment here and it's just the same color. The Flames are red, but have little to be embarrassed over, except I forgot to mail YOUR present while doing all the other mailing the other day. I went in and out of the old post office three times and didn't get yours mailed! It's ready, just today's Sunday.
I ordered myself a pink rope yesterday.
The whole thing here with the New Year's gig serves the purpose of furthering the climbing career of Mr. Mathis and myself especially. He and I got to climb Sunnyside together as my official first roped climb, thanks to two young ladies who were already on the route with a rope when we showed up aat the belay. I have told that story. I may or may not have mentioned how Sharon Mathis (married by then) and I gonce got way up the off-route chute on Sunnyside, un-roped. We were lucky to get down out of that deadly spot without consequences. Oh, you've been there, too? It's really an easy mistake.
Sprout was just a small part of our tale, but she does have something major to do with it. She is the only one Jeff ever married and she cured him of it permanently. It opens the scene for countless cameos by other ladies, climbers and non-climbers, skiers and non-skiers, most of whom were dancing partners first, of the Rev.
Like Sharon. She just happened to get pregnant and that happens. It was a difficult time for them, as her pregnancy wasn't easy. At the Fillmore West one night in 1969, during another visit from Julie Mathis and friends, she had her miscarriage. "Where's Jeff, Julie?" "Man, Sharon bled all during the Fleetwood Mac set and Jeff took her to the ER. We need to find the others and get a ride with them."
Their marriage went south immediately. C'est la vie.
The Rev was almost free to go climbing, but he needed to do a few things, like ensure he had enough work time to get a climbing grant!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 16, 2012 - 12:05pm PT
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Happy New Year all, not forgetting of course the boys and girls in the band and both Brians.
Speaking in a most peculiar way, if you're out tonight on your bikes you know what to wear.
The good news is that after 12 years of being on them, I'm off the meds (levothyroxine, and yes the first one was free).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
[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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Dec 16, 2012 - 04:41pm PT
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C'est tres bon!
Le cardinal a dit.
Avec son doigts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 09:50pm PT
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Oh, let's all sing like the birdies sing,
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet...
Happy Holidays to Tony Bird.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 10:18pm PT
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Oh, more birdies!
We saw no one on the trip to Starr King. It was in the fall.
In the Pals, we ran into Bardini, went up Winchell 4th class, and Jim soloed Sill, while I ran into problems with a very painful neck and had to settle for Mt. Gayley while he proceeded on Sill.
The Starr King trip was an adventure in fall camping and we had great weather for the time of year. It's chancy in November. You can see the recent storm's leavings.
Joe Fitschen wrote a great account of his first serious attempt as a youth in climbing Starr King. True n00b stuff.
Merry Christmas, Joe!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 17, 2012 - 09:48am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 17, 2012 - 10:50am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 17, 2012 - 01:25pm PT
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Los Tres Amigos, circa 1978-80, not a slackliner in the bunch
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2012 - 02:20pm PT
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hey there say, mouse from merced...
had to use the whole name to match the
'merced' version of that 'country roads' song...
:)
very fun and very nice i love it..
gypsy, WOW, i love the cardinal in hat, card...
thanks for the share...
very sorry i can hear the music and see the video links...
can not comment thusly...
and say, oh my!
as to this:
I live a block from the local Tahitian, Hawaiian, Samoan dance studio on Main St. They participate in many functions on Main St., like parades, and the show up for the street fairs. Here is something you can share with us, neebee. We shall all bear that in mind, hopefully--that is such a good thing to fix back there in the control panel of my mind
thank you!! for sharing the tahitian share!! once in san jose i nearly got to see the tahitian festival parade, etc..
i dancing tahitian, i love the drums...
thank you so much for sharing...
this thread has so much of everything--something for everyone, and the current is always flowing and moving over many nice rocks in the ol'
creek bed... and splashes up on the bank, nicely and sparkles as well..
note:
zbrown, did say you were off of some kind of a medication??
or did i read that wrong... if so, say, congratulations to you...
hope all is well... and if this was just a 'for example type use of words'
than let's all disregard this note, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 17, 2012 - 03:32pm PT
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yes neebee - after 12 years of thyroid medication, I'm off it. It's a strange medical mystery, which we're still in the process of sorting out.
If it's your job to eat a frog, it's best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it's your job to eat two frogs, it's best to eat the biggest one first.
-Mark Twain
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 17, 2012 - 11:00pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2012 - 11:30pm PT
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It's too quiet around here.
We need some Ba-da-boom cha-cha.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I like these guys, they got some style--the convertible, very cool.
And the elephant...
Need I say more?
I slept all damn day. I may be here awhile. I never got to the post office today, Gypsy. Manana.
brown study
n.
A state of deep thought.
zBrown study
n.
A state of deep listening.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 12:08am PT
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Still too somber.
http://www.youtube.com/user/bigwallyfilms
That's better. We need light and shadows. Activity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkueGekd2jA
Some psychelemedelic toys.
Burn. Miss Burnham from Fresno, one of the Rev's string
of non-successful female relationships, consciousness streaming at its height here, right in front of your eyes. I was wondering how to bore you with more words.
I must tell you Jeff was here for about an hour yesterday--this may be why I slept allll day today. We were jamming with Skip Johnson, one of the guys from Merced High, and we had a great time yammering. But he had to split to visit his pop, Lem, still in the long-term care facility. He'd just come by to get some boards and material for some project and to say hi to his mom and pop. I had left a message at his mom's after calling Denise in Greeley Hill to see whether he was home because I felt like I wanted to speak to him. It's best to follow these prompts, I have found.
He told me a story about bouldering in Camp 4 in 1971.
Skeeter was there, Jeff, and Ron Cagle, not sure who else, he didn't say. As Skeet goes to tackle a problem, he hands Jeff his block of chalk, who then hands it to Ron Cagle. Skeeter jumps off the rock, asks Ron for the block of chalk, then sees a bite taken out of it.
"What the hell, Ron, this isn't edible."
"Yeah, well it tastes terrible, too."
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Dec 18, 2012 - 12:11am PT
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Didn't Skeet drop you down swan slab?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 12:37am PT
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Yes. Chalk that one up to Skeeter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrxpd6GrocI
It was a simple thing, an error I'll never make again. I forgave him, as I have learned to do from reciting the Lord's Prayer.
"And give us this day, our daily chalk..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 12:55am PT
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Some computer literates will appreciate this lecture on how the internet works. Some may not. I pity the fools who skip this video.
Remember the maid, Catalina, from My name It Is Earl?
Her real name is Nadine.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Some salsa coming. Every Taco needs salsa.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 01:49am PT
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I just didn't say when.
Clear as Mud.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
HH's Free Press.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THIsYGV1v-Y
Muddy thoughts and feelings produce chaos, both inwardly and outwardly.--Swami K
Bill Walsh knew this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C684g31YNzg
I am in big trouble this football season, but the problem is so first world that I hesitate to put it here rather than in that thread.
I am and have been a Forty-Niners fan since Oakland pulled out of itself and then took itself off to LA to have the bastard child of Al Davis. He's a Hall of Fame prick in my opinion. Devil take him, despite the Lord's Prayer.
The other half of the problem is that I became a big fan of John Elway when he was at Stanford and this carried over to an enthusiasm for the Broncos. I fully believe one's entitled to an AFC favorite and and NFC favorite. You can see my problem, which has happened before, resulting in the complete jamming of the ball down the Broncos' throat.
I wish just once that the Super bowl would become a mud bowl, but that will never happen. They haven't paved Paradise yet, though.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey_Run_Covered_Bridge
Concow Creek. One of my Liz's favorite spots.
After we married, she became a rabid Steve Young fan. She won a lot of money in betting pools at work, too.
She lived on the Feather in a school bus with her two boys and Rick. He looked for gold and they loved it. Lotta hippies around here.
She was a latin hippy, though, and we made up jars and jars of dible salsa under her mom's supervision. And hundreds of jars of tomatoes. We listened to some salsa, too. but not this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_G67xDWeFBs
or this one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeU35cs1Fc8
Feels a bit more lively now, even if it's elevenish.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 18, 2012 - 06:05am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
hearing the mention of salsa...
in south texas, yep, it was salsa, the ol' tomato/tomatoe kind,
and:
then we all all the music from mexico kind...
and the tex-mex, tejano, and with a variety of more kinds...
cumbia music is a must, if you love to dance...
(cumbia tropical)! MY ALL TIME favorite, :)
:)
and: the old fashioned conjunto!
and: banda
merenques (spelling?)
last note, i just saw you needed some, what was that???
ba ba boom, cha cha, or something????
well, i just accidently hear an old song, while going through
looking for some christmas songs:
'blame it on the basanova' ... fun old song, :))
all these wonderful beats, make folks happy, he world over,
when it comes to dance...
bruce lee, they said, loved to 'cha cha'...
many others love music from south amercia...
central america and then the andes...
then mexico, the huabango! (spelling?)
mariachis, rancheros, ballads, polka-mexicano style,
they even have, in mexico the ol' 'umpa pa, umpa pa'
type bands--forgot what they are called, it is an unmistakeable style:
loud cymble type noise, drum, mixed with horns, and heavy base beat..
will try to find an example, later...
EDIT: OKAY, I THINK, THIS MAY BE:
"banda"
(which i mentioned above... i loved hearing hearing it,
but did not know if THAT was a 'title' actually, of the
said music, or just a slang term...)
well, just 'jazzing up your night time here, on the 18th,
but--with out all THAT jazz, and adding salsa type pazazz, instead...
;)
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Dec 18, 2012 - 07:22am PT
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Hey mouse, one of the alternate selections on the video you posted speaks to me. The one with Muddy playing baby please don't go while being joined onstage by the stones.
My brother in law was present at that, or a very similar event. It was in Chicago. During one of the stones tours 78?, 81? Anyway they couldn't get tickets so they went to club to wAtch Muddy. It was packed, but the table next to them was empty, reserved.... You can guess what happened next.
Though he never got to a tour date that time around,I think Kevin was way more psyched seeing muddy and the stones in a south side blues club, at arms length, then he ever would have been at any stadium gig.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 07:43am PT
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Music can't seem to be contained in borders. It starts somewhere, like Souf Texas, then works out the cracks and holes via your ears and you take it with you.
If you need to "blame" or "thank" someone for this method of bringing joy, that would be Euterpe, the "Giver of Delight." Her dad's the "Bringer of Mirth."
Los Lonely Boys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuJkma4pP3s
This family group was introduced to me by Joe Nixon, my buddy who can't play bass any more or sing anymore. He had three strokes before I met him. He's had a fourth now. He's stuck out in Anberry permanent people storage (Merry Christmas, very mucho) with the Rev's dad, Lem.
So I'm not surprised that conjunto came out of you, neebee. Wish I could show you my smile when I read that bit! hell, for that matter, if I could, I'd reach out and grab you by the waist and try to dance! AT which I'm just the av. wh. boy.
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Los_Lonely_Boys?o=3986&qsrc=999
Their father, Ringo, played in a grupo de conjunto called Los Falcones.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqeSUAlI5uI
From the appr. thread which sprung up (ty, neebee)--
He has just share a small gift with me, that i wanted to add a note to here:
this small gift is made from a gal that was in his local area...
always good to share how and where to find these neat things that
are part of life that sometimes get overlooked by the
HUGE businesses... *the gal is an artist...he can JUMP in here and explain better, and perhaps post a picture or note...
On our behalf, since neebee is who she is
and we've benefited more than we know,
I selected a small tear-drop shaped neck pendant
to send to Lizzie on behalf of us all.
It contains sprockets,
watch gears, loosely assembled
but contained in that "eccentric" shape.
It represents our cybertown to me.
Wear it in style, young lady.
And Merry Christmas!
Und now is the time we dance. Karl-Heinz?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 18, 2012 - 10:27am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 10:35am PT
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Why did the Lord give us agility, If not to evade responsibility?
Tu familia es mi familia siempre.
Gracias por los sons!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 10:41am PT
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Well, another one's gone,
another one's gone,
another one bites the dust.
Sung another son,
Sung another son,
You haven't been bored, I trust.
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Trying to put out something for everyone, like neebee said.
And now for something completely different. Did you know that en sespanol, el llama will carry your burden for you, but las llamas will burn your house down.
MP/The Llama.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBaUmx5s6iE
Embrace the Fire, kids. I have, and am completely ready. SPF 99. Plenty of M&Ms, and Oaxacan Cheese. And several Bics. And some water. I am prepped, as they say.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x3cf_W3YPE
But beware of the flare.
Tenga cuidado con las llamaradas solares.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 18, 2012 - 11:00am PT
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Continued agility is why I do yoga and am a circuit coach at Curves; not to evade my responsibilities nor invade my son's need for privacy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2012 - 11:28am PT
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THAT was beautiful. Seeing two men embrace in such a way is heartening. It shows something. Love and respect, mainly. They are brothers, right?
I got to thinking about evasion of responsibility. My heart's sore, but lighter having done so. My stepson has a family of four. I have met just the older two boys. At last I have opened a line of communication there and have accepted my share of the blame for having cut myself off from the step-grand-kids. I sorta hate that word--all kids deserve love, all kids deserve the same as any others, the stepithet should be discontinued.
I had so little to offer for so long now, it's all under the bridge now. Being part of the Taco family has helped this come to pass, I'm certain.
My idea is that I may be able to influence the two older ones, since they know me, to try to climb. Not to push, but to offer it. I've bought a brand new rope to that end. I don't want any kind of safety objections, or anything else, to come out of the mouth of their mom or dad. He was the skater, remember, and owned Bueno Boarding and influenced many kids himself.
Pie in the sky, I'm gonna die.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 18, 2012 - 02:44pm PT
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speakin' of frogs
and miss mouse, bumble bees, lady bugs, and moths
[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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Dec 18, 2012 - 11:30pm PT
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The best in the new year and God bless us, everyone.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2012 - 04:14am PT
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Ain't got a raisin,
Ain't got a clue,
All I know
Is you're crazy. too.
Mark & Ferdy/Marijuana Blues and Reds and Greens and Purples and zBrowns
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFOcaec3aoU
Pretenders/Goodbye
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ds7gglUXf
Was George Anderson crazy? Was Batso?
ANDERSON DECEMBER 23, 1865 Mariposa Gazette (submitted by W Disbro)
At the county Hospital, on Thursday, Dec. 21st, G. F. ANDERSON, aged about 40 years.
George ANDERSON May 24, 1884 Mariposa Gazette ( submitted by W. Disbro )
Death of a celebrity,- In the Stockton "Independent" says; "George Anderson, a native of Melrose, Scotland, aged 47, and for a long time a resident in Yo Semite Valley, died there on the 10th inst., of acute pneumonia. He was a man of pluck and daring, being the first to climb South Dome, and it was to his skill and perseverance that it's ascent was made possible to others. He was latterly engaged in building a wide passageway from the floor of the Valley up to the Vernal and Nevada Falls, which, being cut in the side of the granite walls, required blasting most of the way.
G. Anderson at left, after slack-lining practice.
Goodbye
by Steve Earle
I remember holding on to you
All them long and lonely nights I put you through
Some where in there I'm sure I made you cry
But I can't remember if we said good bye
I recalled all them nights down in Mexico
The one place I might never go in my life again
Was I just off somewhere just to hide
But I can't remember if we said good bye
I only miss you every now and then
Like the soft breeze blowin on from the Caribbean
Each November I break down and cry
But I can't remember if we said good bye
I recalled all them nights down in Mexico
The one place I might never go in my life again
Was I just off somewhere just to hide
But I can't remember if we said good bye
Good bye
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 19, 2012 - 05:36am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, thanks much for this info on george anderson...
i always enjoyed learning about him...
George ANDERSON May 24, 1884 Mariposa Gazette ( submitted by W. Disbro )
Death of a celebrity,- In the Stockton "Independent" says; "George Anderson, a native of Melrose, Scotland, aged 47, and for a long time a resident in Yo Semite Valley, died there on the 10th inst., of acute pneumonia. He was a man of pluck and daring, being the first to climb South Dome, and it was to his skill and perseverance that it's ascent was made possible to others. He was latterly engaged in building a wide passageway from the floor of the Valley up to the Vernal and Nevada Falls, which, being cut in the side of the granite walls, required blasting most of the way
say, just saw your email come in... works very veryyyyyyyyy slow, will see if i can get to it, now... and see if it will WORK...
i am still sewing, hand-sewed-blanket thing... :)
just made crabapple tapioca, :)
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healyje
Trad climber
Portland, Oregon
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Dec 19, 2012 - 05:52am PT
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...required blasting most of the way...
From everything I've read here on ST it strikes me that's exactly how most El Cap routes were conquered as well.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 19, 2012 - 08:04am PT
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When Ariel was little, he had a pop-up book on dinosaurs (he called them disonores) and one of the pages said "Tyrannosaurus rex had arms so short he couldn't even scratch his chin".
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 19, 2012 - 08:06am PT
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Objects in this thread appear closer than they really are.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 19, 2012 - 08:47am PT
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Since, as yet, we have no snow on the ground, I present you with this snowy egret to help you leap into the solstice (or the end of the world--whichever should come first)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 19, 2012 - 09:06am PT
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Just read you post about Skeeter and Ron. I hadn't heard the name Skeeter in a long time. He was the one who showed me to my cave in Yosemite where I lived the winter of 71--guess you can "chalk" that one up to Skeet too
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2012 - 12:23pm PT
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Bingo! Another connection via recollection.
Did you realize George Anderson or John Muir may have taken a liking to that same cave? I don't think I'd find Jeff's old one very easily. I was only over there under the Sentinel four or five times, just because we didn't head there often to visit him--leave no trail, first rule, show no light, second rule, STFU, third rule. Don't feed Air-Wick, the local cave-dwelling skunk, ever, or he'll just want more.
Did I say Sentinel? I meant Washington Column or Inconceivable Buttress, probably. There's cave sites all over.
I loved the little TRex, Gypsy!
Bevin was absolutely terrorized by ET's poster on our wall, and I had to take it down...
neebee: Here's another snippet about George Anderson. There are two invlved in Yo Se Mite, one is buried in the pioneer graveyard near the Visitors' Center, but he is not the Half Dome pioneer. He must be buried in Stockton, is my guess. I have some info on that here someplace.
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Gypsy
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NC
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Dec 19, 2012 - 12:46pm PT
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Not today. I cannot leave my son alone for that long. Neither he nor I have a telephone at this point so he has no way of calling anyone for help if he needs it. So I am sticking close to home. You will be hearing an archived show today. Sorry. Hopefully by next week I will be back at it.
I don't want to make this sound like an arduous task. I adore Ariel and he is a joy to be with. We enjoy a lot of the same things and we love to talk about books and Ken Burn's documentaries, politics, etc. He teaches me so many things.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 19, 2012 - 04:29pm PT
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Hah - just as I thought.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 19, 2012 - 06:03pm PT
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This guy wasn't officially in the Flames, but here he is
12-10-1965 San Diego Civic Theater
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2012 - 06:21pm PT
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The Rev was understandably bored. The "adventures" were just mundane, the sex was passe, and the centerfold is missing.
The Protocols of the Mice from Merced is far more didactic.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 19, 2012 - 11:22pm PT
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Taken in an ancient chestnut forest in Corsica
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 20, 2012 - 12:00am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 05:32am PT
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This is a great spot for this. Dead Center.
Norwegian, this'n's fer u. Happy New Year, feller.
Provided to us per Throwpie.
When you're dead...
When you’re dead you’ll get to do everything you didn’t have time
to do while you were alive.
You’ll finally have time to yourself, you must promise
to become very selfish.
I see before me: ”Don’t think I intend just to sit
here and rot.”
Finally you get to tell the president and the minister of defense
what you think of them.
Not to mention your wife, who ”stole your life.”
You’ll be free as the gull you loved to watch
through the window of the sauna.
You’ll circle the globe and visit other exotic
places.
For God’s sake, marry the miller’s daughter, that was
always your secret wish.
You’ve begun your elocution lessons by correspondence, your
mouth full of stones like the great masters.
Toward fall you’ll compose a string quartet for grass fire,
night frost, compost and sunset.
Like Wittgenstein you will learn to whistle all Schubert’s
lieder and symphonies except Alte Kameraden.
--CLAES ANDERSSON
Yeah, who need Alte Kameraden? Or Neue Freunde for that matter?
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
--John Donne
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 08:48am PT
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Apocalypse manana. Vey pale yellow warning...
Others insist that Dylan later repudiated his Bible years as merely an unfortunate drug-fueled mistake.
http://iloveyoubutyouregoingtohell.org/2012/03/15/from-the-archives-the-bob-dylan-bible-apocalypse/
http://expectingrain.com/
The between-song "raps" were a fixture of Dylan's performances during his "Christian" period, but early during the Slow Train Coming tour, Dylan and his band encountered the most hostile, skeptical audience of the tour in Tempe, Arizona on November 26th, 1979.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75_ceACC7-o
"Let's all have fun...Let me hear ya say what God is...there's saved people and there's lost people."
Seen the arrow on the door post
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem"
I traveled through East Texas where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes moaning
Hear the undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in Heaven
And we all want what's His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The American Anti-Hero's Hero. Hands down. See how hip? PBR all the way.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 09:21am PT
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As I sit here in my internet bliss recalling days I lived and people I met and places I saw
I am listening to a pleasant blend of slidden steel over wires that have been taught things to say
In Japanese by a rock 'n roller from Santa Monica.
It's like WWII somehow never happened
Or the memories are shelved in favor of singing
Or we children of the holocaust actually paid attention to what they remembered.
It's just Christmas, I suppose.
I hope it's not that at all.
I hope it's something much much bigger.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Think of your fellow man
Lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see it's getting late
Oh, please don't hesitate
Put a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Another day goes by
Still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know
We won't let hatred grow
Put a little love in your heart
And the world (and the world) will be a better place
All the world (all the world) will be a better place
For you (for you)
And me (and me)
You just wait (just wait)
And see, wait and see
Take a good look around
And if you're looking down
Put a little love in your heart
I hope when you decide
Kindness will be your guide
Put a little love in your heart
And the world (and the world) will be a better place
And the world (and the world) will be a better place
For you (for you)
And me (and me)
You just wait (just wait)
And see
People, now put a little love in your heart
Each and every day
Put a little love in your heart
There's no other way
Put a little love in your heart
It's up to you
Put a little love in your heart
C'mon and
FADE
Put a little love in your heart
Going out to my friend John, the Splitter, on whichever plane his feet are on today, you have given me much this year, have a Happy 2013 ad nauseum...till ya puke, that is...
And to my newest bud, Gene, come help me deck The Balls next year. Are you game, old bear?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:16am PT
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Royal Blue Alert! Climbing content on this page!!!!
This thread's worthless without photos!!!!
The S Face of Mt. Starr King, Mt. Satyr King*, and Mt. Starking*.
The day before we woke up in the woods in this tent I purchased from some fly-by-night outfit Jim and I dropped some of what was supposed to be LDO, but turned out to be some worthless powder, because my blues weren't as plaid as they had been on many a prior trip. Throwpie has an inkling of what I mean.
We were also in these strange puffy things. Pancas, panks, aprarancas, I can't remember. They helped keep us happy the next morning when we mellowly sipped coffee (hah!--we gulped that joe and high-tailed it into the sunlight) on the trail to Starr King, the real thing, at last.
When my family moved to Fitch Way in Sqacktomenko, we lived very near an elementary named for the Unitarian (?) divine, Mr. King. I always pictured Starr King in a cowgirl outfit when I was a punk kid, blame it on the afternoon movies on TV.
We got the idea that the way up was easy, but we soon found we didn't care what we did or how we got there. It was an ad hoc walk, pardon me, I didn't see that coming--it just happened.
Rambled around that old clown Starr King just Starking Mad in Love with Nature, Larking, Skylarking, no parking lots here in the wilderness of backyard Yosemite in November, just Larking Potheads.
This is one big advantage to living close by the Yo: If the weather's looking good enough you can give it a go at a moment's no, like we did--and we got lucky, I admit, hitting a long enough window. but you do have it over others who must drive from much further away. Like Tad H. But not Ed H. Or the Fresnoians.
Anyway, it seems to me we went straight up at the biggest of the gullies you see in the photos. We went up the main summit as soon as we could see an acceptable route. But we tried to do it in our hiking boots and it was hard, but doable, and we had no rope, so it was actually fourth class. We did have to psych ourselves. Layton wasn't there to tell us to just do the move and not think. In that respect, I remember reading Tom Cochrane's words about Kor telling him to just do the move and not think, just the other night. Loooks like it had some effect on me. thanks for that share, Tom.
This is how I would like to remember it, that we urged one another to give it the old college try, hang the cosequences, but I don't remember a thing, honestly, except that Jim did the moves first and that I needed to get it done, so it got done.
You can kind of tell how we felt by looking at the summit shots up-thread. It was one of the best days in the Sierra Nevada we had together. I guess we were blessed to be able to share so many and to become so close. Jim lost a brother to a childhood illness.
Thank you, Jim, for all the great times your photos have enabled us to share. Merry Christmas, Shirley Family!
*Colorful names used by some locals, i.e. the Flames.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 03:49pm PT
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Guamanian or Chamorro Christmas Carol/Ta Nge'nge Ta'Adora
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCOFLj6H0R8
Adorable kindergarten class, brand new elementary school in NoSac, Orville Write Smellementary. I transferred to the brand new St. Ig the next year, sentened to learning Latin, whether or no.
The kid named David G. is the only one who went to St. Ig. He was the butcher's boy. Yep. We had a real live German butcher in the neighborhood. David and I were members of the same Cub Scout den.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 03:59pm PT
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The view from my window. The palm is blocking Mt. Clark, but I can see further south to Merced Peak.The view from the fifth floor fire escape landing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 04:03pm PT
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These were all taken about ten a.m. from the fifth floor.
It's the Clark range. But you're thinking the Alps. The Po Valley. It's a Mediterranean climate. Make mine a doppio, per favore.
I could show you the photos in the other direction, but you'd lose your lunch. And we are going to Bella Luna, immediately.
Chow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 06:48pm PT
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https://tayineurope.wordpress.com/category/food/vegetarian/
I just had a nice walk in the brisk cool air, a good lunch at Bella Luna, and a saunter back to Middle Earth.
They serve a mac 'n cheese with the works, ham, bacon, chives, that feeds two, so I had a Bloody Mary and thought about finishing it all. By the time I had finished I didn't want any more. Bagged it for dinner, bought a baguette fresh out of the oven, and went to the bookstore on the off-chance they had a decent WindIn the Willows for the grandkids. Nope. I wouldn't wipe my butt with the hard cover copy they have for way more than a roll of TP.
Alyssa understood, but told me about the Folio Society edition, which I mentioned. Hah! As if they'll ever get a copy here in Merced. Not very likely.
She ate some of my macaroni and bread to say she was sorry she didn't have what I wanted. She's the one that told me about BL's macaroni in the first place.
I found out a friend passed a few days back, John Guerra, who was a keyboard musician here and was born in Ecuador in '49 with his twin sis, Carol/RIP, and has a brother, Julio Guerra, who played in a group with our Flame, the Bullfrog, Mark McAllister. John went back to Ecuador in 1966 and played keyboard with the first rhythm and blues band to gain widespread popularity in Guayaquil, Los Insectos.
KNown as a philosopher, his intellectual pursuits included the esoteric and the spiritual realm. He spent his last three years in Columbia, California. His brother, Julio, lives there, and plays locally in bluegrass and Irish-y bands. When he gigs Irish he goes by the moniker Julie O'Gara.
Johnny, I hardly knew ya, but had a crish on your sister, and I wondered where you'd gone lately--we used to smoke outside the County Library and shoot the breeze. You played with the Wentworth Lewis Quintet, too? I din't know that.
Have a good long ride, my friend.
Say hi to Millis.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 20, 2012 - 08:05pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 20, 2012 - 08:07pm PT
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Richard Fariña wrote 2 books both with "blues" titles
Long time comin', long time gone
and
Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me.
Both were a really fun ride
heff heff heffalump
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 08:18pm PT
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A big lump of sh#t in the toilet.
A long ride to the sewage farm.
A long time creating new growth.
A short season of sun and rain.
Harvest and consumption.
A big lump of sh#t in the toilet.
Gnossus scratches head
Seeing a world-record turd
Going WTF?
Nice shot of the concept, Gypsy.
Nice dot-connecting, ZBrown.
"Interesting, and nice."--Smartie Johnson, little icon-head :0)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 20, 2012 - 08:58pm PT
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And who will sit and enjoy a glass of wine with me while we toast the beauty that leaves so quickly?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 10:08pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:09pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:16pm PT
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Say Gypsy you gotta see the wheel photos that I found. I wish I hadn't lost them, but I'm looking.
I started at the top of the thread with the intent of reading all the way up to the present before the world ended. Haven't made it yet. If I'm here in the morning, baby, you'll know I survived.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:17pm PT
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The Kutras Tract Aggregate Plant was the starting point of the longest operating conveyor belt in the world. The monolith building on the left is the only piece remaining (according to Redding.com).
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:21pm PT
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In the aggregate, is it possible we're all spinning our wheels until Mayan Day?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:24pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
this ain't them, but they do belong to a long distance train
hey hey hey
hey hey hey hey
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 20, 2012 - 11:41pm PT
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I did not know Warren did this one. and man he looks as buffed up as mouse
all i feel is heat and flame
[Click to View YouTube Video]
i live in another world where life and death are memorized
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 12:25am PT
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Gravel Gertie, an aggregate of talented DJs. Nosehit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zw4SnuCCwxY
When I first saw the Dick Tracy character, Gravel Gertie, I thought there was some resemblance.I thought a lot of dumb things then and still do. Nana and me skipping across the roadway atop of Shasta Dam is my first memory of her, and that she thought enough of her hair to collect rain water to wash it, nothing else, ever. Ora Belle Coonrod was a "beauty operator" before she met Leonard, my Grandad, and so was able to help make ends (try cigarets and liquor, Nana, LOL) meet when they moved to a new construction project. And my dad's sis, Dorathy, was a "beautician" which meant something, I don't know the distink-shun, but in both cases it meant, "Phew! Lemme outta here, she's perming again!"
"...where beauty goes unrecognized, all I feel is heat and flame."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 02:25am PT
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I told neebee that including her with her slower dial-up is important to me. So hey there-and-here and sit-take-a-log, neebeeshaabookway-jack-of-all-trades-andcrafts-and-lingo and pretty-fair-doins-all-around-elsewise.
Because the fire needs more wood, more fuel, higher flames so we can really see one another's expressions, so to say, because our gang's all about hearing the day's events, meadow to summit, parking lot to summit, however-you-go, it's the dangdest-thing how you cover so much ground one day and next day you can't move due to one or another of dozens of things.
Don't lose your back-trail's a good thing to remember, just-in-case-of-something.
It's the same here--around the fire ring, you may think you remember where you may have heard that guy's story, but it's a different guy, just the same story, in a different place, not your range.
Maybe in Mariposa, long ago?
Or out in the forest some place, cutting trail?
Or in the vegetable patch? Pup Dog told you about something...
Oh, shucks, no sweat-off-the-brow, it'll come, we'll jaw some more.
Gongs Away?
Away All Bongs-Bongs?
King Kong Flake?
Cathedral Lapse?
Quasimodo Falls?
Nothing rings a bell.
Maybe it's chow-time and I'm just thinkin' 'bout the triangle-clang-thingy.
At least 5.7, let's go on down to the chuck-wagon, gang, and we can slurp some java-java.
Look out, Dingus, it's hot!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 02:38am PT
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These are floral Italian trivet tiles made by Furio, a stoneware outfit, and are supposed to be "one of a kind." Just like the Bonatti 'biner Gino gave me!
"He gave it to me, I give it to you, Mouse. It's-a genuine. And it's-a been on the Matterhorn, he told me."
My mother got these tiles at a trade show or from a rep at the bridal registry she worked in.
Both tiles are true. Well, both of mine, anyway. Can't vouch for Gino.
These are fired. We're talking Flames, baby!
"Stoneware, which, though dense, impermeable and hard enough to resist scratching by a steel point, differs from porcelain because it is more opaque, and normally only partially vitrified. It may be vitreous or semi-vitreous. It is usually coloured grey or brownish (it is) because of impurities in the clay used for its manufacture, and is normally glazed."--Wiki
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neebee
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Dec 21, 2012 - 05:24am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
the flowers are so nice!! i loved the vegetable arrangement, :)
yes!! the worked on dial up, too...
:
i love to take photos of flowers in various ways...it makes me wish, but not sadly, that BACK years back, in a large michigan field, that:
i HAD a digital camera... there must have been about 30+ WILD flowers of
all the main types out there...i'd have had a neat record of them, and some petty nice shots, too...
they appeared in different months, however, i tried to keep track on when i might see them...
aww, shucks, why i see you got some hypen all-hypened-up there, :)
then, as to the italian tiles, my mom and i have always loved to see these kind of things... she'd put stuff like this in her windows, or garden...
*neat note on you nana... nanas, both then and now, and even farther back, speak of 'that which was' and it 'not to fully appreaciated' ever again, as time and the quality of things, passes by...
us nanas and nonos, to the kids really need to spell out those old time things that made us who we are, that they loved...
like your nana, and the fashions, and most likely travel, it made her unique her, and a choice memory for you... sounds like she did a very
good job!...
keep up the good work, mouse, you have treasure to give to your family,
and this history, and these pictures, would be nice to be collected and shared with them!...
timid, i think it is, has shared a few old time pics of climbing, and, of california... it is a treat to see these things...
thanks for the shares.
and back to the shasta shares, thanks all, for chipping in...
i know ekat loves those venticular (spell) lentical clouds...
can't put the link for some neat ones, taking too long, :(
edit:
wow, just saw the book cover... yes, my brother walter told me about that book, after i wrote my jake books... we had a good talk about it and how diferent it was than how folks in USA dealt with things...
thanks for te share, mouse! :)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 06:24am PT
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Video sobre el tema "Subiendo y bajando de los trenes" (Mario Corradini)
por el Corradini Trío - 2011, del album "Ala y Raiz" Alternativa Musical Argentina
Up and Down the Train
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_muu_0zx2Mc
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 08:18am PT
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Land of Gunfire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPwHFie0NuM
Todos los chicos malos, mis hermanos.
Land of the guanaco. The defenseless herbivore, the camel of Tierra del Fuego. Whose toe looks like this:
One step ahead, or one thinks.
Except the vast herds of Tierra del Fuego were nearly exterminated, just like the buffalo in North America.
Anyway you take the gold, it's heavier than silver.
Argentina, baby, not California. Tierra del Fuego, not Cali, Colombia.
Or how about Cody, Wyoming, buckaroo, er, vaquero?
Home where the buffalo no longer roam but paid for anyway. Scout's Rest, home of the killer, bill Cody.
Imagine that type of carnage in Tierra del Fuego. It happened to the guanaco, who interered with sheep and cattle. It's why, I assume, not having a lot of spanish, that the men in the video and song (and las putas) are being driven to ex-stink-shun or were when the video was made.
Food for more music.
Want some Taco sauce with that?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 08:50am PT
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Mr. & Mrs. Mouse and sons, Michel-Jon and Scott.
Geronimo's Gondola?
An unusual blend of West meets far West.
"It's too goldang bright out here on the water. I wisht I brought my goldang Oakleys."
"Wish I had brought Da Brim 'stead o' this little ol' hot box."
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Hoyt Axton & Linda Rondstadt/Lion In Winter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSveqeRha_A
This song's a real tear-jerker, and the vocals are a good match.
Governor zMoonbeam?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 21, 2012 - 09:55am PT
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I started at the top of the thread with the intent of reading all the way up to the present before the world ended. Haven't made it yet. If I'm here in the morning, baby, you'll know I survived.
Here I is. Looks like I got a lot of reading/viewing/listening ahead of me today. Thank god I don't have to think about it all too.
Stop, Look & Listen
Stop children what's that sound
Stop playing catch up and get ahead in the count
Count Five
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9a4W2FZnpc
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 11:52am PT
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Glad you made it too, zBrownianmotionpicturebookowski.
I feel like a Bloody Mary. Not very proud, but look at it this way, I've been working and slaving my hole life away all night long and I feel like I'm running on empty, running down the clock 'n not up AND down.
It's down to you. You're running my thumb.
Gonna find that girl...duh duh duh...if I have to hitch-hike round the world.
Hitch-hike, hitch-hike, baby.
Gonna hitch-hike now...
Bobby Blue Bland/Goin' Down Slow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gyg4sdcodFQ
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 12:00pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
These were all taken from the fifth level of the Tioga Hotel building, Main and N. It's about 60-70 feet up.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Dec 21, 2012 - 01:17pm PT
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Here's a little Christmas wish for all you Flames, Flame-Throwers, Pie-Throwers, Candle-stick jumpers, Shutter-bugs, Mice-keteers, Rope-a-dopes, High-line walkers, Low-riders, Sky-writers, Fellow Travelers, DJ's, Wrappers, and Blues Brothers & Sisters
http://ak.imgag.com/imgag/product/preview/flash/bws8Shell_fps24.swf?ihost=http://ak.imgag.com/imgag&brandldrPath=/product/full/el/&cardNum=/product/full/ap/3166187/graphic1
No Flame-Retardants please
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zBrown
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Dec 21, 2012 - 01:52pm PT
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Robert Hunter
The meaning(s), or lack thereof, ascribed by others to an example of lyric work are not part of the work. The interpretations are separate "works". The manner in which an audience receives the work, what they, collectively and individually, make of it, can indeed provide potential data for the allusiveness (referentiality)of future lyrics, gainsaid, but cannot be ascribed as a characteristic of the particular work, per se, with validity without "insider information" which is, in any case, no part of the song. That way lies true nonsense, even unto deconstruction. Yet the little bugger of a jingle persists and seems to move hearts.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 09:52pm PT
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A very special cup made from Portuguese stoneware, which came to me through the Merced Antiques Mall on Main. I saw it today and agreed that vintage 1939, even though "a little bit" chipped around the top rim is not an outrageous sum, and I baptized it with the Dancing Bull cab after a thorough couple of washings to get rid of residue.
It's a more stable vessel than my wine glasses. I can't see a thing through it, but it's a well drink now. It's been a real nice day in Merced, California, 1912. We allowed for the Azores here, too, Gypsy. My Fagundes in-laws I don't see much of lately. They have kids themselves now, Liz's nieces, and their brother's all grown. As they say in the Portuguese traditon, though, there are too many Silvas to keep track of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JSO9d6rd-c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TpPX05I0-s
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2012 - 10:16pm PT
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This is another item I found in the Antiques Mall. In the meadow on the other side from the artist is a couple walking away, just about in line with BV Fall.
What's happened to the Tower, though?
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Gypsy
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NC
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Dec 22, 2012 - 09:30am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Dec 22, 2012 - 11:16am PT
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Hadn't seen him lately, wondered where he'd benn hanging out.
Brokedown Palace
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2012 - 12:11pm PT
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Now, not wishing to appear stupid, WTF are you two talking about? Who/what's secret?
OH, SANTA! It's cardinals holding the banner over old Snowpie!
You guys...
That's so Tiny Tim, zBrown. You the Master Card guy!
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Dec 22, 2012 - 12:38pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
i been trying to see this photo fo the yosemite vally by
dino massaroni, but so far none are loading these last two days...
thanks for posting it...
:)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2012 - 01:05pm PT
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Here's my photshopped version with the Tower replaced by a retro-landmark. I thought about turning the image upside down, but clever photo manipulation is passe. Realism's the new fantasy.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2012 - 01:27pm PT
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These are shots of Liz and I and family, the honeymoon, and a night we'll always remember, her fortieth birthday. A biker gathering where tacos and beer were consumed in ridiculous amounts, the Dag Taco Party was an annual event commemorating an MMA (mod. mo. ass.) run to Mexico. Liz was the mgr. of MMA. "Big Liz."
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zBrown
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Dec 22, 2012 - 06:18pm PT
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Probably best to click to enlarge so you can see what Earth looks like at night.
Happy New Year's Day
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2012 - 08:02pm PT
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vBrown now is it?
Like the Broncos' color scheme...
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zBrown
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Dec 22, 2012 - 08:28pm PT
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tried to teach him the V, he came close
ride Sally ride
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Gypsy
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Dec 22, 2012 - 09:25pm PT
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Thanks for the Christmas present Mr. Mouse. It arrived today.
(interestingly enough this is post # 666 in this thread)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2012 - 09:36pm PT
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Right on, Mrs. Mom.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
FrrFreedom is a word I rarely use without thinkin', uh-huh...
It's also a technical application in the low-rider radar reading model A-replica sleigh Santa putts around in most of the time. It is freedom from air traffic control. He's a bit reckless, but likes what he does and works hard, so...
Gypsy, I hope you let Ariel read some, too. Don't go hogging both parts.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2012 - 10:19pm PT
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The same year the Circular Staircase went up on WF Sentinel.
Anybody ever try either The CS or The Bannister?
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zBrown
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Dec 22, 2012 - 11:51pm PT
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Apparently there was no Dolby in 1888. Very cool TTR. Good find.
The widely seen Dalton, Dylan and ?
Fred Neil - everybody was talkin' at him
I thought I'd seen 'em all, but - if I had a hammer
Karen and Tim Hardin and ? if he was a carpenter
before Zimmy electrocuted himself
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zBrown
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Dec 23, 2012 - 12:05am PT
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Pete Seeger working in the mines
Walkin' donw the line
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zBrown
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Dec 23, 2012 - 12:39am PT
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hey mouse
iluvuBrown
How'd he do that?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2012 - 01:35am PT
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Australia's highest Test run-scorer and former captain Ricky Ponting has announced he will retire from international cricket. The 37-year-old former captain said on Thursday the third Test against South Africa starting Friday will be his last.
Ponting will equal Steve Waugh's record of 168 Test appearances for Australia in the Perth match and he retires with a current Test total of 13,336 runs, second only to Sachin Tendulkar.
His decision follows some poor form in the first and second Tests and a meeting Wednesday with the Australian selectors. "Over the last couple of weeks my level of performance hasn't been good enough," Ponting said. "My passion and love for the game hasn't changed."--reported last month
Cricket. Jiminy. Disney. Just ask me. It's easy.
[Click to View YouTube Video] Timid, I'm hesitant to ask, and that's a wonderful discovery, that old cylinder,but what's on the B side?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2012 - 02:20am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
We are having a disturbing occurence in the Force. It's AC and DC going at it again.
Tesla wrestles with Edison, free energy vs. the alternative.
I wanna live before I die.
I loves me some irony.
Tesla's last release (?)/I Wanna Live
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WP8wDL-pWmY
And they might be whacks, too. Great, giant whack jobs!
My spheres are running away. Better go catch 'em.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2012 - 11:53am PT
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Yep...another Midnight Lightning Mass Transit of Venus de Millis Seasonal Greeting.
More people are beaten to death during the holidays than the number of times A Christmas STory is run during TNT's A Christmas STory Marathon (12). The real danger is that BB guns will become semi-automatic next year.
Mrs. Cyclops: "You could put yur eye out with one o' those durn things."
Shoot doot 'n doo yeah.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2012 - 12:49pm PT
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TV back in the Black and White Era, pre-Christmas Story (1983), around the holidays, involved the presentation of A Christmas Carol, some singers' Christmas specials (Crosby and Como and the like) specials, and this opera, Amahl and the Night Visitors, not a top draw for six and eight year old boys. We liked toys, not stupid singing. But we couldn't tell this was in color originally.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay9j1HuDZck
Do you realize that The Tale of Peter Rabbit is one hundred ten years old this year?
Brother Bertram fled home to marry a farmer's daughter. Here he is with Dad the Victorian and Little Betty (43).
The Tale of Two Bad Mice.
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zBrown
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Dec 23, 2012 - 07:10pm PT
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This showed up in the Blue and Orange era of the Peace & Love Age.
He looks so simple in his way
Does the same thing everyday
But he's dedicated
To having his own way
He's very complimentary
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zBrown
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Dec 23, 2012 - 07:21pm PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2012 - 10:25pm PT
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I've know Fossil Climber about as long or longer than any of the rest of you, so here's Mouse's wish that you and Cindy enjoy the lengthening days and the warmth of true love in the new year. Really.
The appropriate gift, always, or is it? You be da judge.
http://www.textilehistory.org/MojudHosiery.html
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2012 - 11:37pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv4cUjeD-mM
Right now.
Back then. Columbia.
Remember 1960?
Postdated 1966. My grandad worked on this.
Nearby.
Up Hwy. 99, near Weed or Shasta. Black butte. I climbed it with Dad and Mike while Mom and Lenna and Tim slept in the station wagon. We came down on our heels en glissade. Wheeee!
Matterhorn Peak. In '74 I had frostbite on a toe on a trip up here skiing. Loved the run coming out, tho.
The Pinnacles. Union Oil Co's Scenes of the West series.
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Gypsy
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Dec 24, 2012 - 01:00pm PT
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zBrown
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Dec 24, 2012 - 01:15pm PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 24, 2012 - 01:21pm PT
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Among those who have little, sharing is a virtue, and the practice was common in campgrounds around dinner time. I cemented social bonds and added variety to one's diet. [Jack] Lasner, however, tookk advantage og the custom. He would wander over to a table where a Coleman stove was purring and, pulling a waxed-paper package out of his pocket, ask if anyone wanted some of his sardine and jelly sandwich. He had followed the form, if not the substance, of communal living, so it was only natural that his hosts would refuse and then offer Jack some of whatever the were cooking.--Going Up
Joe's generation had Jack Lasner. We had, among others, Dick Ellsworth. Food's good, I hope to cook up some dinner that's special today. It's Bevin's birthday, too, yeah.
Beatles/Birthday for Bevin Barbara
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHRMX9Brq0s
She's going to a party-party. Happy Birthday, Thirty-Four!
She's just as crazy as her old man, too, when she cuts loose.
She attends the Michigan Womyn's Festival Each summer. Maybe she can come for Facelift.
For Bevin, with love. Delirious love.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
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Dec 24, 2012 - 02:07pm PT
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEVIN
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zBrown
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Dec 24, 2012 - 02:33pm PT
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I was wandering as I am sometimes inclined and it occurred to me there has been no discussion of singing pigs on this thread.
I checked with Mark Twain, who had a lot of opinions and this is what I found:
"Never attempt to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig."
Mark Twain
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 24, 2012 - 02:55pm PT
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This is a Christian/Pagan holiday and there is no Hannukah Thread. Pigs are up for dinner tomorrow by the millions, got little to sing about this time of year.
Torbay's pork choir.
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Gypsy
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Dec 24, 2012 - 02:58pm PT
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but I know it is Christmas but let's head to Morocco for a little musical interlude
2 of my favorite people in Santa Cruz, Ca (originally from Morocco--Ftah and Mohammed--head this band.) Two of the nicest and most talented people I have ever had the pleasure to know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZMT-GEziVw
and one of the greats of Berber music--Idir with Karen Matheson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6ZZC9wR0io
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 24, 2012 - 11:36pm PT
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I was just blessed with a gift of special significance.
I've been estranged, no other word, from my stepson's family, but tonight we made boo-boos better. I was with Alan Hansher and forgot that Jennifer and Scott had earlier this morning asked me to attend their little congregation's Christmas Eve service, to be held downtown, more or less next door to the Partisan Bar.
As Alan and I were making our way back to the Tioga to eat our Subway sandwiches, I remembered I was to meet the kids and it was just After Six.
I was reminded in time (TY, Jesus) somehow...hmmm. What do you suppose...Who's prayin' out there?
So I got to the service and was served up a slice of love cake. No other word. Well, it was tiny bits of bread and grape juice, but the point was made. Each of us is in this together and we are all "brothers and sisters on tomorrow" (Capt. Beefheart) starting today, right now--you can't avoid it.
Little sisters Lizzie and Sopia are being sit with as they are babies, yet.
I was given toffee, cookies, this wonderful card, and a ride back to the Tioga. All in all a blessed night.
Canadian Silent Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmmVsTCOBeI
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 24, 2012 - 11:54pm PT
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"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."--Jeremiah 29:11
Cosmic, start makin' plans, dude!
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zBrown
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Dec 25, 2012 - 01:10am PT
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I was just blessed with a gift of special significance.
Whaaal, you had it comin'
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Gypsy
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Dec 25, 2012 - 08:40am PT
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and a very happy today Christmas
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Dec 25, 2012 - 12:09pm PT
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Merry Merry...another one from the fogs of time. Peggy was Santa's helper at the Merced Mall
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neebee
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Dec 25, 2012 - 01:13pm PT
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hey there say,mouse... slow computer here, and i hit the other thread earlier, saving the good read here, for later...
wow, i love this:
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."--Jeremiah 29:11
prayers are wonderful powerful little things, aren't they, :)
i am so very happy so see this reunion picture... very sweet stuff...
and then, say, ...
to gypsy... oh i love the berber music, and he morrocan, and not sure what else you mentioned there...
just can't hear it on youtube is all...
i am very much having fun though, that you share all this wonderful music from all over the world...
thank and god bless the new year with even more adventures of music joy for you!!1 happy sweet christmas time! and best is knowing that your
son is with you and a-okay!
happy sweet christmas to mouse, with his new tree! and quilt and all the wonderful things...
a home... quilt for a 'piecke of the quilt' thus we are in life, and here at the ol' taco... :)
happy sweet christmas to you zbrown!
:)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2012 - 01:15pm PT
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Clause Celebre & Christmas Presence Theater present
The Day I Became A Christmas Present
by St. Nicholas Niceman
I'm standing in a brilliant beam of white light, so blinding I can almost see through things. I can't move, no matter how hard I try, and I am trying with every single cell, every nerve, all my will, but no use. Above me is something metallic, dome- or round-shaped, covering much of the sky. I am furious for my lunch is overdue. I demand of "them" to tell me answers! I want answers! But they don't care, and keep me frozen inside this beam.
"Where are my reindeer," I thought. "What has happened to them?"
"Indeed, Santa, or Satan, whoever you are. We will tell you eventually. No harm has come to them."
This was too relieving to tell. My deer are like my kids!
"My name is Santa Claus. It's not Satan. I'm real, he's not. Who are you freaks that you don't know the difference?"
"We come from another galaxy, far, far away, and necessarily from a time much distant in the past, as you reckon time. We are on furlough. We are soldiers of Christ. He came here once on a dare. We wanted to know why. I think we have seen almost enough, however. You are our last project. We want to know why you give presents to everyone who claims to have acted in a good, socially approved manner. Where we come from good citizenship is its own reward. Is this a bribe of some kind?"
"No. Parents tell kids they are going to be rewarded for good behavior all the time. It's experience which gets kids to do what you want. They need to be trained. It's part of love. You train your kids to do right, they do right. Your let them have their head, they often fail in life.
When they see it's for the best to act in approved ways, they deny their wicked urges on their own see, when they are raised correctly and lovingly.
In the meantime, you need to get them to understand that nothing good ever comes of bad behavior. Dogs are just the same, and my reindeer, for the matter. They are so independent-minded out of a herd, you wouldn't belirve it. Tf I had fewer than eight of them, I couldn't handle the team.
By the way, how is J.C.? He sure caused a ruckus when he left."
"We hear He's visiting hell again soon. We went there last Wednesday. Not a nice place, far too warm all the time, unless it's too cold, nobody stops talking, either. You can't sleep. It leaves a lot to be desired. Anyway, he and his Mom are taking a cruise and it's one of the ports, you know. I don't know how the rumor got started that it was here on earth. This is paradise, by comparison. All the places Christ conquers should be this sweet. We're going now. You will awaken in no pain. And your deer have been fed and watered. Gabriel has been guarding the gifts. Live long and prosper thru giving."
I woke up in the back seat of the sleighmobile, Donder licking my nose. I gotta switch to decaf, man.
My neighbor, Smokey, 78, just came to his door to receive his share of the Christmas booty: toffee and cookies from Scott and Jen, and a pkg. of Starbucks instant and a big old bud. He took the pkg. and started crying. How nice has your morning been?
Oh, and I just tossed the story off an hour ago, took a nap, dolled it up, and it's done now. I'm dedicating it to good old neebee. Thank you for everything.
Merry Christmas to the Walsteads, Peg & STeve! Did you get the Red Ryder, Throwpie?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2012 - 03:25pm PT
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Take some time to listen to this recording if you haven't...
Dickens at his absolute best could never have accomplished this virtuoso reading.
It airs tonight on WGTE, originating from New York State someplace at 7:00 their time, so it's at 4:00 PST.
Jonathan Winters reading A Christmas Carol. One you'll always remember.
http://www.wgte.org/wgte/item.asp?item_id=12448
Sample--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zrw35ll9Usk
It's supposed to be on; if not, well, buy a copy---or something.
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throwpie
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Berkeley
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Dec 25, 2012 - 03:28pm PT
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I already put my eye out Mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2012 - 04:10pm PT
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Better than a holly stake through the heart.
"The clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded."
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Gypsy
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Dec 25, 2012 - 09:20pm PT
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He is getting around with a walker a little better. He sees the doctor on Thursday. Hopefully the staples in his leg will come out then and the stitches on his forehead.
And yeah, he seriously looks like his dad, Randy
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zBrown
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Dec 25, 2012 - 09:28pm PT
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Good to hear he is doing better. I thought Mellencamp's name was John.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2012 - 11:28pm PT
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Faith is the surrender of the mind; it’s the surrender of reason, it’s the surrender of the only thing that makes us different from other mammals.* It’s our need to believe, and to surrender our skepticism and our reason, our yearning to discard that and put all our trust or faith in someone or something, that is the sinister thing to me. Of all the supposed virtues, faith must be the most overrated.--C.H.
*Call me a stupid monkey. But if I believe I have a soul and he does not believe he has one, that stupid monkey Hitchens doesn't have to worry about going to hell and he's no better-off than a monkey except for the shoes, etc. Gee, he sounds awfully well-read to be such a prick.
But in charity, I'll overlook it. He's the overrated one.
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throwpie
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Berkeley
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Dec 26, 2012 - 12:16am PT
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Alas, I think he's on to something. A prick for sure, but I gotta agree with him.
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throwpie
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Berkeley
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Dec 26, 2012 - 12:18am PT
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But then mouse, you could always walk right over to the edge and peer. I had to crawl.
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zBrown
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Dec 26, 2012 - 01:12am PT
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sinister is (among others) wicked or criminal or
giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will happen
coming late to the discussion, does he give an explanation of the progression from faith to evil and what the actual consequences are?
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Gypsy
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Dec 26, 2012 - 10:13am PT
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zBrown I am not sure what Mellencamp's first name is as I don't think I know him. Perhaps Mouse knows. The name is familiar but I cannot remember if I ever met him.
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mouse from merced
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Dec 26, 2012 - 10:48am PT
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Your friends have no problem with "camp."
When did you leave Santa Cruz, Gypsy, and for how long have you lived in Asheville? You probably said, but I forgot, if you did.
There was an excelllent all-woman band from Santa Cruz in the nineties, one of whom had spent time in W.Africa honing her drumming skills. One of their best songs was titled Big Girl, I think.--"I'm a big girl now..."
It was a quite large group of seven or eight.
Do you recall them?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2012 - 11:20am PT
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BIG GRIN!
A song for your son, with his close call.
Happy to Be Alive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BYtGjKFgdw
And I have been trying to find Pele Juju's name for months, now. THANKS.
Liz and I and Scott saw them and John Prine at the Music Festival up at Kennedy Meadows in '91 or '92. Liz loved them. I liked John Prine. We each bought tapes.
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zBrown
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Dec 26, 2012 - 12:40pm PT
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So I got it now Robbie; John C. Mellencamp is Randy's dad. Thanks mouse.
I don't know, just something about authority, it's always been sinister to me.
I will not work on Maggiore's farm any more
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zBrown
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Dec 26, 2012 - 12:49pm PT
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Credit where credit is due.
PLAYBOY: How do you get your kicks these days, then?
DYLAN: I hire people to look into my eyes, and then I have them kick me.
PLAYBOY: And that's the way you get your kicks?
DYLAN: No. Then I forgive them; that's where my kicks come in.
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zBrown
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Dec 26, 2012 - 12:55pm PT
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"Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death.
If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness,
then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present."
Probably still want a haus, obwohl.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 26, 2012 - 01:20pm PT
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on the radio
Musical Migrations
http://www.ashevillefm.org/
When Ariel was four years old he told me that God's last name was Zilla
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2012 - 03:12pm PT
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Noel chantons ici!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m99YhrBBUr0
We'll pour a glass of wine to fortify our souls
We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know
I see a string of girls, who put me on the floor
The game is nearly over, the hounds are at my door
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 26, 2012 - 03:20pm PT
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but who could sit still when Trite Puti is playing?
Not I said the little Portagee
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2012 - 04:04pm PT
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That was a good listen, today. Thanks and mellow thoughts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 01:56pm PT
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JoYo Cooking was an American folk-rock band formed in 1967 in Berkeley, Otros California. They were led by two women, pianist Toni Brown and guitarist Terry Garthwaite (also known as Ruby Green)--the two collectively known as Terry Green-Brown.
The rest of the band consisted of bass guitarist David "Umber" Garthwaite (Terry's brother), drummer Fritz Kasten (Old Man Kasten's kid) and percussion player Ron Wilson (not related to the Beach Boy Wilson, but the Bruce Wilsons).
Keyboard player Stevie Roseman replaced Toni Brown for a time (adopting the nom de guerre Stevie "Brown Rose-of-Texas" Styles) and bass players Happy "Mauve" Smith and eventually Jeff "Taupe" Neighbor replaced David Garthwaite on bass guitar. The music was a mix of "hippie" sensibility on blues and folk roots, and the lyrics often reflected feminist or environmental themes, mon.
Joy of Cooking recorded three albums with Capitol Records. Brown and Garthwaite had solo careers afterwards and also released albums as a duo.
In 2007, Brown and Garthwaite released an album of previously unreleased Joy of Cooking recordings from that era, including their only live recording. There is a rare recording, unknown to most collectors, of a cover by the original group of the Stones' song When Blue Turns To Grey (When zBrown Turns To Soul).
I'm not dripping hip, am I, when I mention that one day on Telly I ran into & had coffee with, Old Man Karsten, at The Med.
He had no clue about the mountain in his family.
http://www.philippegatta.fr/carstensz2.htm
I am too late with the Royal Blue Warning. We're now all dead, buried in an avalanche of words and pictures about climbing!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 27, 2012 - 04:04pm PT
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Terry Brown was one of my former wives, but the real issue is who paid for the coffee and was he wearing his rad (not that rad, the real one) lab suit?
Circa 1967
I kinda miss the place
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 04:26pm PT
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<<<<Indian Rock, Cragmont.
Breakfast Politics
Celebrating its 30th anniversary, Smokey Joe's Cafe (1620 Shattuck Avenue, no phone) claims to be the first vegetarian restaurant in the country. (''Where the Elite Meet to Eat No Meat,'' boasts the menu.) Take a seat on one of the swivel stools at the counter for a bird's-eye view of Ned Getline, the owner, manning the grill in front of a panoply of political posters dating back decades. The food is nothing fancy (try the solid ''urban cheese omelet,'' $6.90) but the clientele is worth the visit. Members of the National Puzzlers' League can often be found at the back corner table, pencils poised over truly difficult crosswords. ("And ye shall be judged by the viscosity of the batter of thy vocabulary."--Jememiah Pankake)
I had a meal here one morning with local climber Dan Ake--Berkeley High, Mtn. Traders, TNF, cool guy with one of the Nicest Moms Ever--and it was filling, plain, and worth the price (it had to be cheap) but I can't remember the year, mid-to-senties, I guess.
Apathy house rule (no kidding):
No cross words before breakfast coffee. STFU.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 04:37pm PT
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Like I have said all along, where would we be without the Cal Berkeley climbing scene?
Rah!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 27, 2012 - 04:37pm PT
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on second thought it was brother Ron who worked at the lab. computer nerdism seems to run in the family
Creedence or no Creedence, Berkeley is an incestuous, self-righteous town blessed with an unparalleled concentration of mostly self-righteous talent. The far-from-adolescent protagonists of Joy of Cooking, with their roots in everything but rock and roll, could be predicted to turn out music that makes up in art, as they say, what it lacks in vitality, fun, and the common touch. Their album, however, is already moving up the trade charts, and when there's a tour, it can be expected to break big. If it's hard to imagine the band exciting young teen-agers, it's not because the music is sterile but because Joy of Cooking is a very adult rock band. It's adult, however, in the youthful way we try to be adult--without abandoning freshness and spontaneity--and so young teen-agers, who are not as predictable as older teen-agers like to think, can also dig it. After all, it has vitality, fun, and the common touch.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 04:55pm PT
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CycloTronRondaydooRonRonDowntheHillofCoffeeBeans Hudon?
And on and on.
We are all ancient teen-agers. Eventually.
Down the hill and out the Golden Gate to the Farralones we go.
By way of Malaga, Spain--not California.
Cuz you don't want to go climb this choss.
It looks like a stumpy version of this.
And smells like guano on a hot day.
http://thebluecolourofthesky.blogspot.com/2011/08/en-09-el-torcal-garden-in-stone.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJbRnvzaAjI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=er8cq54rDAk
http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Attraction_Review-g1078255-d3309170-Reviews-Salvador_Rueda_Museum-Macharaviaya_Province_of_Malaga_Andalucia.html
Hours of Fire (Horas de Fuego)
Stillness, laziness, languor, calm ...
contorted sun gilds the ground,
and his brave glare
which left him fascinated and blind.
The Latin sea, and Andalusian, and Greek,
hints of blackberry cadence sighs,
Gentile and pitcher cries pearls
nap swings in gold and fire.
White-blazes the city;
or a breeze sways the trees,
tearing slow melodies.
And on tenterhooks tone of the environment,
cover your lipstick fresh laughing
in their mouths torn watermelons.
--Salvador Rueda, Wiki x-slaytion
Horas de Fuego
Quietud, pereza, languidez, sosiego...
un sol desencajado el suelo dora,
y a su valiente luz deslumbradora
que le ha dejado fascinado y ciego.
El mar latino, y andaluz, y griego,
suspira dejos de cadencia mora,
y la jarra gentil que perlas llora
se columpia en la siesta de oro y fuego.
Al rojo blanco la ciudad llamea;
ni una brisa los árboles cimbrea,
arrancándoles lentas melodías.
Y sobre el tono de ascuas del ambiente,
frescas cubren su carmín rïente
en sus rasgadas bocas las sandías.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 05:43pm PT
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Meanwhile, back on the Farralones...
It's the Playboy Mansion North.
What color are Brown Pelicans?
Los Torres Egger, el grupo duro...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 27, 2012 - 06:48pm PT
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gonna go out on a limb and say hash brown, if they're from the bay at Berkeley.
Thar she blows, or snorts
Where in Berkeley? Hint above, don't cheat.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 27, 2012 - 06:52pm PT
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Part II. Same rules. Hint - just north of Rose
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 06:54pm PT
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The Carmel coastline prompted me to think about Kim Novak, who owned a home there, almost out of the Carmel and into the Malpaso area. I looked up her house and the most amazing stuff came up.
In the summer of 1960 and 1961 my brother and I went to Scout Camp for one week with our Troop from Sacaramento to Camp Harvey West on Echo Lake. We also vacationed at Tahoma, shown on the Tahoe map in the link.
It's a good bit of history.
http://spyhunter007.com/paul_dean_family_album.htm
I think without further ado that the boat's off the Berkeley marina. That looked vaguely like Emeryville there.
I think you're talking about the mural, tho, and I've never seen it.
Is that Lol Lane?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 27, 2012 - 07:03pm PT
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Mural on sailing club wall at marina
Bench on Walnut north of Rose
I cheated
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 07:13pm PT
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Hey, Gypsy and Randy took us up the hill to fly kites there!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 27, 2012 - 07:36pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 07:42pm PT
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Mmm, that looks like a French Fly. Likes me a French Fly now and then.
And popcorn.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Tom walks just about like Bridwell used to. Lots of Swagger. LOL, JB.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2012 - 08:07pm PT
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That looks great! Doubt that Nolan makes a mozzarella di bufala, which I adore.
edut: Thenks, Undy. Good cut.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 28, 2012 - 01:01am PT
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gonna have to switch to the Wolves Lair, perfect hair only
RIP Henry Hull. I find it strange that he seems to have disappeared right around the time that plane went down. I wonder if ric (don't call me Ricknie) knows.
Lawyers, Guns and Money
Re: 1977 Yosemite Plane Crash
by TimDude2000 » Sun Nov 28, 2010 7:23 pm
This thread was started on Mon May 30, 2005. 5 plus years ago. I have started a new thread entitled yosemite plane crash of 76 and recovery operations under the California message forum. I am fascinated reading through all of these accounts, and believe I can pull this writting project off. I am providing a percentage of any royalties earned to people who can provide credible information, like I can tell some of the folks on this board have. I am not trying to step on toes, but like they said in Wall Street 1, Is there anything more valuable than information? especially inside information. I am willing to pay royalites to folks who have such information.
I am an attorney in Las Vegas, so I can answer questions re: statute of limitations, as well as develop an attorney client relationship with anybody who could potentially provide information. I think that there may be more information out there, but I do not believe that the story is not ready to be told. The hypothesis are there, information is there, photos seem to exist, all there for the purpose of testing hypothesis. Chapter about Dorn? How about a book about Dorn? the fact is that this story, I believe does not need real names, although that could be helpful. I do not think that unless he was personally involved in the initial or subsequent recoveries, he is relevant. A couple of hypothesis
1. Black book may exist, but unless the pilots were conspirators in the operation, why would the people behind the smuggling ring make the pilots privy to any information they did not need? Further the liklihood of paper surviving a wreakage submerged for 6 months in water seems at best unlikely. If this book does exist it is likely a pilot log, semi relevant, but not a smoking gun. I think this issue has little relevance, and may be a bit of a red herring.
2. The plane was likely flown somewhere around its mile limit of 990 miles. I also believe the flight originated in Mexico. It ran oout of gas, as there does not seem to much evidence of a burn, except by those who were in on the recovery.
Subject needs revived.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 29, 2012 - 12:24pm PT
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Flames? You can't see us but we were there. Pulled out of Nazareth about 8:00PM. Vid cuts off about 9:30PM.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Cult leaders, L to R: Ruth Norman, Charles Manson, Mel Lyman, Herff Applewhite, Jim Jones, Robert DeGrimston, David Koresh.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 29, 2012 - 01:02pm PT
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The question that everyone wants an answer to, but is too shy to ask.
Who followed Bob Dylan after his electric set at Newport?
Why Mel Lyman of course
... an unaccompanied 5 to 20 minute version of Rock of Ages which you may find on vinyl in a used record store somewhere. And during this performance was evidently when he had his epiphany...
RIP Mel Lyman dead at 40 in 1978.
The other question, who are these famous cult leaders?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2012 - 11:24pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2012 - 03:19am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2012 - 03:21am PT
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These four framed prints I purchased at the Artists Co-op here. Helen Swickard is one of the leading watercolorists and lives in Atwater.
The other ladies, Mrs. Schueh, and Marian Abbott (male or female?) I don't know. Helen is pushing ninety and has been painting Yosemite a long time. Her family owned Swickard's Marina on Lake McClure from it's start.
The Multicultural Arts Building houses that exhibit and the Co-op pays rent for their downstairs gallery. there is more trouble than I care to tell aabout funding for the Arts Council and nobody will be surprised if they shut their operation down to the bare minimum. Same old story in many smalller communities.
I made sure to buy these since the gallery's only a half block from my digs and who knows how long the gallery will remain there? I've always liked Mrs. Swickard's art. She has distinct style.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 30, 2012 - 06:17pm PT
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Great paintings Mouse, very sweet.
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granstar
Social climber
Irving, TX
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Dec 30, 2012 - 07:20pm PT
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Very nice paintings mouse-especially like the last one, but all are awesome
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 31, 2012 - 12:44pm PT
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Happy New Year
can't stop progress
did anybody besides me (not me, just a stand-in) ever do this?
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Dec 31, 2012 - 12:47pm PT
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"Stop,
In the name of love!"
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 31, 2012 - 04:37pm PT
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Yawn. I am so tired I think I will go to bed early tonight and sleep until next year...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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I told my mom when she was starting "to lose it" that the only difference between being "old" and being "young" was that once you are old, you forget how much you used to forget when you were young.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRhcrGDl1ks
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The grammar school equivalent of SAR?
Grey pants, white shirt, white crossbelt. Be there at seven-thirty!
It wasn't enough to have to get up and serve at early mass...
Gotta be a stepping stone across the universe, too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVlbuC9ak_8
We haven't forgotten how to BOOGIE, have we?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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That's cool mouse. I should have guessed. I think I was about 10 or 11 (have a photo somewhere). Those kids trusted us with their lives and even the older kids obeyed.
May have a plethora of Patrol Boys - eh jefe?
[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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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ordinarily I don't do politics.
Sometimes there's a juxtaposition of humor and political personalities, though.
Never take Washington too seriously, because it's an entire circus of clowns.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Randy always insisted I looked like Howdy Doody. That was his name for me.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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well the combination of the two
an ad for Downton Abbey
and a way cool chef talking about one of my favorite subjects
and the ability to invent hot chcolate truffles!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80ZrUI7RNfI
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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This what South Bay patrol boys had to contend with - sorta.
A Lowrider Car displayed during the Third Avenue Village celebration of Cinco de Mayo, commemorating Mexico's victory over the French.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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It doesn't get much better than this (today at least). I don't think color was available way back.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Who can never forget this Guy, What’s his name? Trying to figure it out?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Well I guess it isn't Clarabelle.
If you were going to live in Canada, wouldn't you choose down the street from Tami or near the top of Ed Hartouni's birthday cake?
“Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.”
-JC (not that one, the other one)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2010/nov/07/downton-abbey-itv-drama
And just who did you expect to find, my good man?
Honk!
I forget who said it, but Shirley would agree with me, the only difference between being "old" and being "young" is that once you are old, you forget how much you used to forget when you were young.
Does Annette look fat in that photo?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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No entiendo el humor de payaso en absoluto.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Just going about business as usual, thought I'd check in on Philippine headhunters. My friend here is known as Los Cuarto Amigo and Luke Stong quaked in his (stolen) boots, when I mentiond I might just bring him along for the ride.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Clowns! Run away! Run Away!
Larry and I cruised some this afternoon. The UC, Grandama's Antiques, and Coffee Bandits. Then we circumnavigated the Merced Range, aka the County Landfill.
Mt. Merced is depressingly unphotogenic.
The Merced River flows just north of it.
When Larry dropped by today and we jawed and drove and laughter became rampant, I realized that it was the shot I needed in my arm.
He reviewed Gypsys information, too, since he lived there in Degnan's Dorms that one winter of '71 and they were friends of his an Barb's, too, in Berkeley. Larry was wondering if Ron Cagle had been run out of the Park. He seemed to think he had been. But then, he was no Luke Stong. Far, far from it. Any clues, Gypsy?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Ahem, I will point this out, though it is obvious
Three skulls and Five sets of horns
trumps
No salmon and No trout
and
Dos Payasos
in just about all cases
low riders, low budget, low rent, Something of a great Notion
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... in spite computer type, i have been cruising the ol' taco, off and on... (need a break in between, with the finger wrestling here) :) *dial up stuff...
well, just dropped by fast...
i LIKE the ol' merced river sign.. and seeing the river again,
thanks for sharing...
happy good eve,as i sign off to go REALLY paint now, :))
ooops, and uh, clean house, maybe too, :O
far past due, perhaps it is as dusty as near the ol' river?
been too busy in dec, and somehow thoght perhaps the dust would
not grow in winter, ;))
night all! :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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^speaking of great notions - she just left the room.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Correct.
The Ash-lad has two brothers, Brian and Bruce. They live in a kingdom where the king has a problem with his daughter: She never laughs; she has never so much uttered a smile. So the king announces that whosoever can make her laugh shall have her as his wife and shall inherit half of the kingdom.
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To make a long and complex story short, one main conclusion was that children in Denmark and Sweden were brought up under a pressure of regimentation and career pursuit, producing a number of persons unable to live up to the demands, feeling themselves as failures. In contrast, Hendin found that such pressures were weak in Norwegian families: children were allowed to roam around and experiment, however taking part in farming and fishing, - “leaning by looking and participating”, not by being instructed. In a relaxed way self-reliance was built up, avoiding feelings of inadequacy and failure.
I'll just observe that 1)There is no mention of Finland, nor Merced
and 2) The King never said which half
Otherwise:
Steep
Dogtown and Z-Boys
Stoked
First Descent
Riding Giants
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Good guess.
The Ash-Lad was "employed by the chief cook to carry firewood and water," whereas I was employed and self-employed* to cut firewood and was employed to service ground-water pumps.** Too cool, RT.
*Frank's Firewood
960 Solano Ct., El Sobrante
**Ike's Pump & Drillin', Almond Ave., Oxnard
They got themselves quite a character there.
But there's nothing mystic about zBrown or meMouse or Flames.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wv1rkcXYBps
Just cloning around.
Beep b-beep!
Kindling wood is free.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Don't know if Ron Cagle was kicked out the the park. I haven't seen him since the 70's.
Now Floyd Turner--that was another story....
remember it or should I tell it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gypsy, I've mentioned Ice Ax Turner here and no one has responded.
My take was his Dolt Blue Boots that he pUrchased here from the Mtn. Shop, probably sold to him by Len or Don Mossman (sp), on his arrival from the Northwest.
Millis and the Rev and myself met him at the Village Store as he just arrived off the bus, treating us to a display of baton twirling with his ice acks (sp?).
Tell us what you know of the Turnmeister. I am all ears.
Ed, WOW! Thanks.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Cuarto, how now? Multiplicado!
Una milagra!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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A Finnish Tale
The Pricess Mouse for sweetheart. And she's laughing.
Once there was a farmer with two sons. One morning he said to them, “Boys, you’re old enough now to marry. But in our family, we have our own way to choose a bride.”
The younger son listened respectfully, but the older one said, “You’ve told us, Father. We must each cut down a tree and see where it points.”
“That’s right,” said the farmer. “Then walk that way till you find a sweetheart. That’s how we’ve done it, and that’s how we always will.”
Now, the older son already knew who he wanted to marry. He also knew how to cut a tree so it fell how he wanted. So, his tree fell and pointed to the farm where his sweetheart lived.
The younger son, whose name was Mikko, didn’t have a sweetheart, but he thought he’d try his luck in the town. Well, maybe he cut the tree wrong, or maybe it had thoughts of its own, but it fell pointing to the forest.
“Good job, Mikko!” his brother mocked. “What sweetheart will you find there? A wolf or a fox?”
“Never mind,” said Mikko. “I’ll find who I find.”
The two young men went their ways. Mikko walked through the forest for hours without seeing a soul. But at last he came to a cottage deep in the woods.
“I knew I’d find a sweetheart!” said Mikko. But when he went inside, he saw no one.
“All this way for nothing,” he said sadly.
“Maybe not!” came a tiny voice.
Mikko looked around, but the only living thing in sight was a little mouse on a table. Standing on its hind legs, it gazed at him with large, bright eyes.
“Did you say something?” he asked it.
“Of course I did! Now, why don’t you tell me your name and what you came for?”
Mikko had never talked with a mouse, but he felt it only polite to reply.
“My name is Mikko, and I’ve come looking for a sweetheart.”
The mouse squealed in delight. “Why, Mikko, I’ll gladly be your sweetheart!”
“But you’re only a mouse,” said Mikko.
“That may be true,” she said, “but I can still love you faithfully. Besides, even a mouse can be special! Come feel my fur.”
With one finger, Mikko stroked the mouse’s back. “Why, it feels like velvet! Just like the gown of a princess!”
“That’s right, Mikko.” And as he petted her, she sang to him prettily.
“Mikko’s sweetheart will I be.
What a fine young man is he!
Gown of velvet I do wear,
Like a princess fine and rare.”
Mikko looked into those large, bright eyes and thought she really was quite nice, for a mouse. And since he’d found no one else anyway, he said, “All right, little mouse, you can be my sweetheart.”
“Oh, Mikko!” she said happily. “I promise you won’t be sorry.”
Mikko wasn’t so sure, but he just stroked her fur and smiled.
When Mikko got home, his brother was already there boasting to their father. “My sweetheart has rosy red cheeks and long golden hair.”
“Sounds very nice,” said the farmer. “And what about yours, Mikko?”
“Yes, Mikko,” said his brother, laughing. “Did you find a sweetheart with a nice fur coat?”
Now, Mikko didn’t want to admit his sweetheart was a mouse. So he said, “Mine wears a velvet gown, like a princess!”
His brother stopped laughing.
“Well!” said the farmer. “It sounds like Mikko’s tree pointed a good way too! But now I must test both your sweethearts. Tomorrow you’ll ask them to weave you some cloth, then you’ll bring it home to me. That’s how we’ve done it, and that’s how we always will.”
They started out early next morning. When Mikko reached the cottage in the woods, there was the little mouse on the table. She jumped up and down and clapped her tiny paws.
“Oh, Mikko, I’m so glad you’re here! Is this the day of our wedding?”
Mikko gently stroked her fur. “Not yet, little mouse,” he said glumly.
“Why, Mikko, you look so sad! What’s wrong?”
“My father wants you to weave some cloth. But how can you do that? You’re only a mouse!”
“That may be true,” she said, “but I’m also your sweetheart, and surely Mikko’s sweetheart can weave! But you must be tired from your walk. Why don’t you rest while I work?”
“All right,” said Mikko, yawning. He lay down on a bed in the corner, and the little mouse sang him a pretty lullaby.
“Mikko’s sweetheart will I be.
What a fine young man is he!
Cloth of linen I will weave.
I’ll be done when he must leave.”
When the little mouse was sure that Mikko was asleep, she picked up a sleigh bell on a cord and rang it. Out of mouseholes all around the room poured hundreds of mice. They all stood before the table, gazing up at her.
“Hurry!” she said. “Each of you, fetch a strand of the finest flax.”
The mice rushed from the cottage—then one, two, three, and back they were, each with a strand of flax.
First they spun it into yarn on the spinning wheel. Whirr. Whirr. Whirr. Some worked the pedal, some fed the flax, some rode around with the wheel.
Then they strung the yarn on the loom and wove it into cloth. Swish. Thunk. Swish. Thunk. Swish. Thunk. Some worked the pedals, some rocked the beater, some sailed the shuttle back and forth.
At last they cut the cloth from the loom and tucked it in a nutshell.
“Now, off with you!” said the little mouse, and they all scampered back to their mouseholes. Then she called, “Mikko, wake up! It’s time to go home! And here is something for your father.”
Mikko sleepily took the nutshell. He didn’t know why his father should want such a thing, but he said, “Thank you, little mouse.”
When he got home, his brother was proudly presenting the cloth from his sweetheart. The farmer looked it over and said, “Strong and fairly even. Good enough for simple folks like us. And where is yours, Mikko?”
Mikko blushed and handed him the nutshell.
“Look at that!” said his brother. “Mikko asked for cloth, and his sweetheart gave him a nut!”
But the farmer opened the nutshell and peered inside. Then he pinched at something and started to pull. Out came linen, fine beyond belief. It kept coming too, yard after yard after yard.
Mikko’s brother gaped with open mouth, and Mikko did too!
“There can be no better weaver than Mikko’s sweetheart!” declared the farmer. “But both your sweethearts will do just fine. Tomorrow you’ll bring them home for the wedding. That’s how we’ve done it, and that’s how we always will.”
When Mikko arrived at the cottage next morning, the little mouse again jumped up and down. “Oh, Mikko, is this the day of our wedding?”
“It is, little mouse.” But he sounded more glum than ever.
“Why, Mikko, what’s wrong?”
“How can I bring home a mouse to marry? My brother and father and all our friends and neighbors will laugh and think I’m a fool!”
“They might think so, indeed,” she said softly. “But, Mikko, what do you think?”
Mikko looked at the little mouse, gazing at him so seriously with her large, bright eyes. He thought about how she loved him and cared for him.
“I think you’re as sweet as any sweetheart could be. So let them laugh and think what they like. Today you’ll be my bride.”
“Oh, Mikko, you’ve made me the happiest mouse in the world!”
She rang her sleigh bell, and to Mikko’s astonishment, a little carriage raced into the room. It was made from a nutshell and pulled by four black rats. A mouse coachman sat in front, and a mouse footman behind.
“Mikko,” said the little mouse, “aren’t you going to help me down?”
Mikko lifted her from the table and set her in the carriage. The rats took off and the carriage sped from the cottage, so that Mikko had to rush to catch up.
While he hurried along behind her, the little mouse sang a pretty song.
“Mikko’s sweetheart will I be.
What a fine young man is he!
In a carriage I will ride
When I go to be his bride.”
At last they reached the farm and then the spot for the wedding, on the bank of a lovely, swift-flowing stream. The guests were already there enjoying themselves. But as Mikko came up, they all grew silent and stared at the little carriage.
Mikko’s brother stood with his bride, gaping in disbelief. Mikko and the little mouse went up to him.
“That’s the stupidest thing I ever saw,” said his brother, and with one quick kick, sent the carriage, the rats, and the mice, all into the stream. Before Mikko could do a thing, the current bore them away.
“What have you done!” cried Mikko. “You’ve killed my sweetheart!”
“Are you crazy?” said his brother. “That was only a mouse!”
“She may have been a mouse,” said Mikko tearfully, “but she was also my sweetheart, and I really did love her!”
He was about to swing at his brother, when his father called, “Mikko, look!”
All the guests were staring downstream and pointing and crying out in wonder. Mikko turned and to his amazement saw four black horses pulling a carriage out of the stream. A coachman sat in front and a footman behind, and inside was a soaked but lovely princess in a gown of pearly velvet.
The carriage rode up along the bank and stopped right before him. “Mikko,” said the princess, “aren’t you going to help me down?”
Mikko stared blankly a moment, and then his eyes flew wide. “Are you the little mouse?”
“I surely was,” said the princess, laughing, “but no longer. A witch enchanted me, and the spell could be broken only by one brother who wanted to marry me and another who wanted to kill me. But, sweetheart, I need a change of clothes. I can’t be wet at our wedding!”
And a grand wedding it was, with Mikko’s bride the wonder of all. The farmer could hardly stop looking at her. Of course, Mikko’s brother was a bit jealous, but his own bride was really quite nice, so he couldn’t feel too bad.
The next day, the princess brought Mikko back to her cottage—but it was a cottage no longer! It was a castle with hundreds of servants, and there they made their home happily.
And if Mikko and the princess had any sons, you know just how they chose their brides.
The Ash-lad stories
Some of the Ash-lad stories you find examples of in other countries - Finland, Sweden, Estonia, Ukraina, Russia, Spain, India, America and so on. One of them is the Ash-lad's eating competition with the troll.
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Gypsy
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NC
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these are just my recollections not necessarily in any chronological order
so one winter Pat Stuart was walking across Camp 4 in the early morning after a snow fall. He saw what appeared to be boots sticking out from under clear plastic on one end and rather unruly hair on the other end. This was of course Floyd and since Patrick loved to collect interesting stories he invited Floyed to Degnan's for a cup of coffee.
Floyd used to wear a miner's helmet at night and carry his ice axe and declared he was going to protect Mary Lou Stuart from bears. Of course Floyd was deathly afraid of bears; but his biggest hero (besides Warren Harding) was Pat Stuart and so he fell in love with Pat's sister. He would buy her vitamins because he thought she was too thin; he would follow her around whenever he could. She of course wanted no part of him.
Randy and I were hitching outside of Mount Rainer once--course it was illegal to hitch-hike in the state of Washington; so what we did was walk on the side of the road. When we heard a car coming, we would turn around and look at it. This was a very effective way to get rides in those days because 1. people picked up hitch hikers back then 2. everyone new it was illegal...
Anyway, a Mount Rainer ranger picked us up (he was on his day off) and offered to take us to where we were camping inside the park. As we got to talking we mentioned that the only person we knew from the area was Floyd Turner. The ranger nearly drove off the rode. Randy had already climbed the regular route on Ranier and thus knew the terrain.
The Ranger said; "Floyd really really wanted to be a backcountry ranger but of course he had had no training and was pretty loony. In his mind in order to prove to the rangers that he was qualified, he would start out at the base of Ranier with a heavy rucksack full of rocks. As he got higher and higher on the route and more and more tired he would take a rock out of his pack and throw it down. Usually he would arrive at Muir hut with an empty pack and a crazed look in his eye. One night after everyone had gone to bed getting ready for the very early morning push to the summit from Muir hut, the door swung open and there was Floyd standing stark naked except for his boots and empty backpack. Our ranger and a few others got up immediately and literally chased him down the mountain and drove him out of the park telling him to never never come back.
So he showed up in Yosemite sometime after Harding had done the Dawn Wall, Floyd was insistent that not only had he climbed the wall with Harding but that he had led him up the route. uh huh...
One thing he did know was about hopping freights and he could describe his experiences fairly accurately.
No one really knew how old he was--he had that timeless face of someone who had slipped over the edge a long long time before
A few years later when Mollie Felso (one of the Degnan's women) ran into him in Sproul Plaza in Berkeley. Even though she hadn't really liked Floyd all that much (who did?) she was so delighted to see someone from Yosemite. She chatted with him for a while and he remembered everyone and all their names, etc.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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He looked a lot like R. Crumb.
He arrived in the Valley in the middle of the Dawn Wall epic, telling us he was there to show Harding and "Codwell" how to do it.
He had the crazy look and he bouldered using soot from campfires, not chalk.
How strange do you need to be in a place that seems to hold "strange" as dear?
He acted a lot like an Amleth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lenna and Tim, 1960.
Grandad Larson and Bermingham brats at San Luis Dam, 1964.
This was what he called the "Blob," a sheep's feet compactor--eight hours a night he drove it back and forth over the dam. We drove out to see him off to work that afternoon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://yeblog.yexplore.com/?p=1895
I just thought of Mt. AA the other day and I thought I'd check up on it--never been there but wanted to see it up close someday maybe.
Interesting geography there on "the Lyell Fork of the Merced River..."
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Get a haircut all you hippies
CosmicPeaceMan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Straight (sheesh) up Gilman from Fifth, jog on Hopkins and follow it up to the Circle and BINGO, Injuns. In Northside Berkeley, no less. Some big game.
That looked like arson in them thar hills but it warn't nothin' but fog.
Whew! Had me fer a second...
No warnin'!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Shine! John Shine! "Shine, John, shine!"/Renew New York Again for Bevin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hj_jtsVeFX4
Ed it: Where'd New York come in? I don't care. I just wish I was in New York again...Bizarrer things happen at sea.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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University & Acton
with 510OW parked at the curb.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Obviously casing the place...
Already been 86ed from Freight and Salvage, likes living in the Rose Garden, has a GF over on Derby...
Love the F & S or leave a reason why not.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
John Shine was one of many reasons to go there.
I like this trio, Vasen.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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They were on my radio show several times in Santa Cruz playing live and doing an interview. They are really really funny and that is an accomplishment to be funny in a language that is not your first.
The first time they came to this country they played on my show and then they gave a very intimate concert at a little hall After the concert we pushed the chairs away and they played polskas so we could dance.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Class of 1969.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Just a friendly bunch of college-age kids mixing it up in a desultory manner. An afternoon mixer. Kegger to follow.
Some have deferments. Some have a deal with the Army National Guard.
It sounds like the class of '69 playing on Musical Migrations at this very second.
Nice Irish, Gypsy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 11:35am PT
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I wisht horses were predictable.
I wisht Cotton wasn't a ape but a monkey next time, O-tay?
REMARKABLE!
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Jan 10, 2013 - 11:50am PT
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Berserkley...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 12:07pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
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Mo' bettah, Ron.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 10, 2013 - 05:10pm PT
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Since we have a Berkeley thing going, here's where Mouse taught me wide crack/corner technique back in the olden days. San Pablo and Grayson...two blocks from where I live now. I remember you could see our shoe marks on it for years.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 10, 2013 - 06:08pm PT
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Class of 1964
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 06:50pm PT
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I'm still snorting from that trolley video, zBronner!
Homeland defense, Northside style.
I am Legend.
They are legendary.
http://www.cragmontclimbingclub.org/history
"cliques were unacceptable"--Roper
BOGUS! I CAN TELL IT'S BERKELEY ALREADY AFTER ONE PARAGRAPH!
"Stage roads appeared gradually; so did rustic hotels. Then in 1913, automobiles were allowed into the Valley--and the stampede began." Steve Roper's writing is so good the bears refuse it.
What I mean is that it's too good for the likes of them. I lap it up, mixed metapors and all the hyphenry.
L-O-L, autos don't stampede, Steve. :O)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 10, 2013 - 06:59pm PT
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Come to think of it, I watched Rush to Judgment at the Newman Center
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 10, 2013 - 07:02pm PT
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I think I deleted my post, what a dunce.
After the Civil War came the Reconstuction
Let's see, I lived here across from the Newman Center (1 block east of Pee-Pole's Park) and the apartment faced west so it was quite easy to get a good wiff of pepper gas.
Vvideo is here:
http://www.bishopberkeley.com/history.php
I thought as astute an observer as Herr Maus would notice the second video.
In the early afternoon of September 17, 1923 a fire began in Wildcat Canyon in what is today Tilden Park. On that hot fall day the fire—fueled by a strong, dry northeasterly wind—burned upward to the crest of the hills, then raced down the canyon of Codornices Creek into populated parts of North Berkeley
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 07:17pm PT
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Vat a dunce! So didja gradually gradudate?
Sciscitanti mentes scire desidero.
Official photo.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 10, 2013 - 07:22pm PT
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In case anyone was wondering. Before the arrival of films New York City had over a thousand mutoscopes:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 07:31pm PT
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Playing Catch-Up with zBrown--like climbing in the dark with headlamps in your dreams with no dreamcatcher. Make mine heavy-duty.
Both Plain Mountain Ordinary
Light/Heavy
Like a Bong-Bong with no hole,
Like Old King Kong,
Who knew he had no soul (?),
But remained like Merry,
Stupidly embraced by the Brown Man.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oubsaFBUcTc
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2013 - 08:16pm PT
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It's hard not to hide in the camouflage of a stampede of monkeys, esp. if or when one is playing the assiduous ape.
The film of Market St, taken just days prior to the earthquake, played in the NYC cine-contraptions of the day, kind of like the mutato-scopes only more geared to the eyes of nuns than boardwalk beauties. Hubba-hubba! It's my Nana's friends!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 10, 2013 - 09:12pm PT
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Well it woulda really been a trip if they had some footage of the Golden Gate Bridge and BART (Coit Tower, Cockettes, Ginsburg?). OK, how about the Clunie House? (The 1898 Clunie House, which survived the devastating 1906 earthquake and fire)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2013 - 11:41am PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoGqiq2hATE&playnext=1&list=PLBB400875512380DC&feature=results_video
Lyrics to Maria Dolores:
(F. Garcia, J. Morillo)
Dioste ha dado la gracia del cielo Maria Dolores
Yen tus ojos, en vez de miradas hay rayos de sol
Dejame que te cante morena de mis amores
Un Bolero que ensalce tu garboque estan espanol, Ole ole!
Te mueves mejor que las olas
Y tienes la garcia del cielo la noche en tu
Pelo mujer espanola, Ole,ole!
Tus ojos son tan pintu reros
Que cuando los miro de cerca prendido
En su embrujo soy su prisionero
Ole,ole!
Envida te tienen las fiores
Que lievas esencia en tu en
Trana del aire de Espana Maria Dolores
Ole,ole!
Par linda graciosa te quiero
En vez de decirte piropos Maria Dolores
Te canto un Bolero
Ole, ole, ole!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 11, 2013 - 01:37pm PT
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Ms. Baez should can sing. I sat on stage during her perfomrance at the Greek. The show was sold out so they put extra seats right on stage.
this may have been it - the price was right
I always liked Te Ador, I wasn't there for this one.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2013 - 09:30pm PT
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The journey of the Olympic Torch in 1984 to LA from NYC.
From a chapter called "Beyond the Blues" about Memphis, TN.
A neat pair of parentheses, Beale Street and Graceland. When W. C. Handy blew the first lonesome, heartful notes of what he would call the blues in PeeWee's Saloon, Beale Street was down and dirty and he was telling what life was llike when you were black. By the time Elvis picked it up, the music had bridged a gap, somehow; it told about the life so that even people who hadn't come to the old shrine and the new one, and the wonderful thing was that the music isn't trappped in either one. It's still floating around the world, alive.
So that was one book I found today at Second Time Around.
Fact is, the man who taught me Shakespeare at Merced College, Steve, was in the store, looking author-like in a new fedora or some fifties look-a-like hat. His hat set the stage for the rest of the afternoon. He is, besides a literature instructor, the successful women's softball coach and athletic director at alma mater Merced. He is formerly the football writer for the Oakland Trib, which means Raiders, which means very serious writing. Steve played baseball at Hartnell College, 1961-1963, over by the Pinnacles, in Salinas...
Steve's being in the store was strictly providential. He has self-published two books recently. One, oddly enough, is called Bridging the Gap: Chrionicling the Case for Community College Athletics.
His other book is more my type of thing. It is called Bouncing Outside: A Picaresque Romp through American Life.
Steve's blurb on the back cover--
What do the following have in common: the Altamont rock concert; the largest cash bank robbery in US history; NFL football; and Howard Hughes' 1939 record-breaking round-the-world flight? All and more are narrated in Bouncing Outside within a 17-foot kayak in Northern California rivers and lakes: episodic insider reminiscence of American life spun through a unique point-of-view.
http://www.literacy-ink.com/
And then, and THEN I went to the movies--Gangster Squad!
I saw Sean Penn get the snot beat out of him as Mickey Cohen. Yup, you can't keep a good Flame away from a candle like Emma Stone. It was the first screening and only $7.75 (I know, but my movie jones is sated by thousands of rounds being fired--generally to little effect) and a lot of the folks watching were my age, real fifties survivors.
It's another Tombstone, in that the bad good boys kick the bad bad boys out of town, and it's well-directed with enough humorous banter to make it lively. The acting is to be judged for itself, since I'm no good at judging that, but the plot is standard Hollywood transparency, the sets are eye candy, and there are several surprises.
Nick Nolte's the biggest one, IMO. Gotta like the bum as Chief Wm. H. Parker, and his voice is only gonna get more gravelly. He reminds me of a heavy-set Donini, if you must know. Nothing but respect for his tenacity and endurance. He has a weasel-like driver named Darryl Gates, too. That was a high spot for me. I hate that MF on general principle.
I'm the right bad bad boy, right, Larry?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 11, 2013 - 09:40pm PT
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hey there say, mouse and all you guys here...
thanks for the new shares... just stepping in fast to take a look-see...
still got some chores around here to do...
as usually, not seeing all the pics, but some are coming through...
thanks again for the history bits, :)
hope you are all well, fine, and, good...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
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I sense some cross-over here with both The larry thread Can I Climb MPB and the Gary Thread, What Is the Blues?
I'll not defile that thread with the likes of Bobby Vinton.
She Wore Bluuuuuue VEL-vet, Bluer than Velvet Was the Night...
Blue on Blue, Heartache on Heartache...
Sophomoric close-dancing with girls whose bras felt like Cadillac bumper guards in the Our Lady of MERCY! gym, old K of C DJ Augie Navarro, spinning platters, man. and her bein' cool enough not to notice the sweat on your lip when you asked her to dance another one...
But those were pre-blues.
A year and a half later Jones was showing me his Paul Butterfield LP, then came Scrapper Blackwell and even Eric Burdon, the blue-gnome. We didn't see the blackness of the blues, though we understood others might.
If you sit in the dark, listening to John Fahey, you would not care whether his music's being played by a white or a black. It just is.
Terms of Service for living state that, it's just nobody bothers to read it.
As for The larry thread, and manure pie butt, flame on, larry!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2013 - 03:11pm PT
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DBA. Dilute, Brown, and non-Agouti, a strain of laboratory mice developed by C. C. Little. A Cal grad should know this, at a minimum. And how to get to the Co-Op.
A little goes a long ways, too, with DBA. They are prolific breeders.
"Blind Joe Death to Spammers!"
A guillotine would be nice and interesting...
The blade ran down...
Hickory dickory, Doc.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 12, 2013 - 03:20pm PT
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I saw John F. play in Berkeley. Weird coincidence, he died at the same age as my father, who couldn't play an instrument, but did sing a lot. Then, John wasn't an attorney nor a judge and, obviously, he did not father me.
I had never looked into it, but John's life came to a very sad end.
BTW, that's a long way to drive in 3:12.
Until taking on the Finnish side of things, I was an incredible Scottish man myself. I only fell about 10 feet, but I was knocked unconscious. I don't know if I've got chronic traumatic encephalopathy. Hope I don't get a gun and shoot myself.
May have to move this over yonder, but another one of those blues
On doing an evil deed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv4oFC5ySmw
Oh yeah, I was able to stretch that garage door spring by hand allowing me to forego another come on, come along or come hither or whatever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2013 - 03:30pm PT
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One of the best ever, I think.
There's a little Bing in everyone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2L3cadyter8
My first job when I matriculated at St. Mary's in 1966 was to help serve a dinner honoring Jimmy Durante, who was not present, but was a big donor to the college.
Durante was one of the good ones, a seemingly hard case with a heart of gold, really malleable and a soft touch. The praise that night was effusive and high-toned as only Christian Brothers and Jesuits are capable of encouraging, in my experience.
Secular priests differ in that they have to "sing for their supper" or wine, the Brothers just cruised into their dining room and started drinking what was produced in their winery. Well, many of them. No wonder Batso did his deal with them.
SI article on WEML from 1971. Several pages from the Vault.
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1084825/index.htm
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2013 - 03:38pm PT
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Fahey and Durante are both good Irish names.
Faith, are there any bad ones?
Tightrope may be one, but it mayn't be Irish atallatall.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrTIq_OIZt4
Cheese it, Andy, I'm not serious. I'm way too cool. Hi, nita, speakin' of cool.
Now that's some Jinglin' Bells!
Our experience, Jeff's and mine and his wife's and our blues-playing Jay Wood, at A. P. Gianinni School in SF, was great. Fahey played after Sandy Bull.
And who the hell was he? Amadeo Pietro Giannini (May 6, 1870 – June 3, 1949), born in San Jose, California, was an American of Italian descent founder of Bank of America.
As for C. C. Little, little else is known besides this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._C._Little
He seems so nice;
And yet the mice
Keep their distance.
A sleazy little under-achieving derelict with low Bing potential.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2013 - 04:01pm PT
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I left my heart on Hollow Flake.
Got to go. Broncos are playing the Ravens.
Peyton Place Kick a Poo Joy Joy.
Nevermore Ravens than Corncrakes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8aLM-5Ob48
Translation: "Go Broncos!"
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 12, 2013 - 10:24pm PT
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I take it the Broncos lost
Wild horses - a mature male with his own harem - sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!
watch out for them stud piles
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 12, 2013 - 11:59pm PT
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I took acid with ramblin jack about 25 years ago. Really. That dude could drop names like no one else. Interesting night.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 13, 2013 - 10:35am PT
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^ it is rumoured that that is how Jack acquired his nickname
mouse - just saw your email. It's sounds like maybe a memory issue. Have you tried rebooting the machine? Have you done anything new lately? Installed new software or anything like that?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2013 - 08:46pm PT
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From Berkeley to Fresno, just like this
Give it up for Duck Talk. If you can't talk the talk...
In 1961 Jimmy and Webster were called back to the San Joaquin Valley. They continued performing their show on KJEO-TV Channel 47 in Fresno, California throughout the 1960s. During this time, Jimmy and Webster also did TV shows in Salinas and Bakersfield, California flying their airplane from City to City for those shows.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Weldon
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 14, 2013 - 01:59pm PT
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Thanks for the sweet dreams Mr. Mouse. Arrived today quite safely.
Merci beaucoup
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2013 - 02:06pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hey I just wanted and needed some myself.
I've never traveled the world.
There are more than Seven Seas.
Nobody sees but we all look, see.
Don't disagree.
You're a photographer.
Snap judgements are sometimes called for.
I really only wanted a good excuse to listen to the song.
And say hi to & Thanksee, neebee.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 14, 2013 - 11:02pm PT
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speakin' of Annette, Monkees, and not forgetting those boys in the band, The Wilsons:
[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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Jan 15, 2013 - 06:37am PT
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Enigma? Your best 5.8 in the lower valley. Introductory crack climb. Variety of finishes. Which way do I go, George? Which way do I go?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZOIRK8MKqk
Tilted Mitten. Hiya, been a loooong time. This was one climb I did with Randy...We bagged it one day when Jeff was convinced the day was shot by wet possibilities. He said he thought it was gonna rain and we said we'd take our chances. He got laid, we had no trouble with rain. It's another pleasant 5.8 with a very easy flat approach and you only need one rope, too, with a light rack.
Explore the area, it's a micro-climbit. Pharaoh's, Mummy's, Tut's , these all are similar shorties and not too hard, good choices for lazy bones. Sure, they're oldies, but they are good.
Kinda like the Beach Boys...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 15, 2013 - 08:13am PT
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and Aunt Bernice
and don't forget Lesterburger
Lettuce eat it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 08:16am PT
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THE ledge.Let Me Be Your El Cap Spy, er Somethin'.
During our Salathe trip, everything was fantastic, relatively, till THE ledge, a 5.9 flare away from the Alcove. It upset our timetable, such as it was. We finally gave up on 5.9, just couldn't do it. Nailed the cracks on the left, Doug did, totally his idea. I was convinced we could do the 5.9 eventually. But he insisted. We only were able to get over there to the crack by going DOWN and left. We fixed one pitch above the Spire that day. SAD. I'll never live it down. Gee.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 08:35am PT
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Fresno was Sacramento was Modesto was STockton. All Greyhound stations look different, though, even in the dark.
Al Radka, the Fourth STooge, man could he eat lettuce. I think he may have tried smoking hippie lettuce.
http://www.lostfresno.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=130&sid=5cc4863967fd65ad802552022a50c7df
But it's tough to say. You know they give out an Al Radka Award to Fresno area athletes each year, and have been for over fifty? God we are getting there, aren't we, Gyp?
Al had the Three Stooges to present to us each day. It was a tough job and some nut had to do it. I think Macro and Micro could pull it off.
Here's Jimmy....
Gypsy, who is Aunt Bernice?
zBrown, who is Mrs. Calabash?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 15, 2013 - 09:43am PT
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mrs. calabash is not Gypsy, though some us wonder wherever she may be.
Hey Gyp
[Click to View YouTube Video]
and in the news de Otay it's 31 degrees F and I (we) do have a Ford Mustang
(red, convertible, big engine) drinks a couple gallons before breakfast)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 15, 2013 - 11:20am PT
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Uncle Jimmie Weldon and Aunt Bernice. She came on and advertised one of their sponsors which I think may have been Mode O' Day. Al Radka did Lesterburger
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 15, 2013 - 04:49pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 08:35pm PT
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Say "Cheese, it's been thirty-three years, Dude."
Throwpie and Mouse this afternoon, the middle of Earth, fickly fingering each other. He has tendonitis, hence his finger brace.
Remind me to reminisce later. This was an unexpected visit, it's all too much, we drank some bitchen ale and smoked some bitchen home-grown, and it's just all too beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJzcF0v1eOE
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 15, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
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No wonder he dropped with Ramblin' Jack, that's Tim Leary's brother. You shoulda told me mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 08:59pm PT
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The TIM, in the feathery flesh as he is today.
Ed Abbey is now a buzzard, fifth generation.
Nothing beats good home-grown better than really good home-grown. Thank, "Throwpie," aka nevetS daetslaW.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 15, 2013 - 09:03pm PT
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On a lighter note. It put a smile on my face to see you two together. I'm glad you pulled it off.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 09:09pm PT
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Well, I just read a neebee gmail about small mouse treasures and wouldn't you know...
Steve's art is blooming. He showed me some fantastic stuff on his I-phone...
He and Peggy will be coming to Facelift this year.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 15, 2013 - 09:24pm PT
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The duct tape finger brace is a nice touch eh? The finger cracks combined with thirty years of windsurfing have taken their toll. Nice to visit the mousehouse. A hang is a hang.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 09:32pm PT
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It's been even longer a time since the Rev has seen you, Throwpig.
We just spoke and he is eager to get together as we can. We need to visit him in Greeley Hill soon. I said "Hellow" just like you asked. He said,
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Who is it there on the line?
Say there hay you get offa my cloud.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2013 - 10:45pm PT
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This is a bottle of Rose which I purchased on a whim at the Merced Antique Mall today. Little did I realize that Throwpie was coming. We opened it and immediately went to the Downtown Brown and the Pipeline Porter.
Howard Hughes. Howard the Duck, more like it, it was that bad. But the bottle is quaint.
Life is good. Leggs has it right. At least for today. :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 15, 2013 - 10:58pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 16, 2013 - 08:41am PT
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Anybody click the little Google cartoontoday? If you click the objects in the correct sequence the secrets of the universe are revealed when the counter reaches 999999.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 16, 2013 - 09:07am PT
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News o' The Flames - big time Robbie, big time
"Six samples that were taken from Lance Armstrong were retested in '05 and they were positive," USADA head Tygart recently told "60 Minutes."
The tests were originally taken in 1999, before there was a test for EPO, he said. When new tests were conducted in 2005, "all six were flaming positive," he said.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 16, 2013 - 09:36am PT
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Just ran across my father's approx. 50 year old zippo lighter, a comemorization of his contributioons to Cub Pack #150. Zippo is still going strong. Flame on. Elvis digs 'em.
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Leggs
Sport climber
Home away from Home
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Jan 16, 2013 - 10:11am PT
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Life is good. Leggs has it right. At least for today. :)
You rang, Mouse? :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 16, 2013 - 11:37am PT
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hey there, say, mouse.... wow, nice new zealand bird, :)
most pics do not show fast, here, but that one did...
say, as to the finger and the brace...
i DID one with scotch tape... mine was this kind of a situation:
it was a 'trigger finger'thing... runs in my mom's family...
also happens to farmers, and folks that do heavy lifting...
it is a tendon thing... the finger will LOCK in a curl, :(
there are stretch exercises that one can do for it...
but--it is best to BRACE IT FOR A FEW WEEKS, or a month, or so
so it gets well...
mine after about 4? months, got well and does not lock anymore...
i used to WRONGLY balance heavy cat litter boxes on it, as, it was the
only way to drag them out of the low-ceiling cages, at the cat shelter where i worked, and thus, i used my leg to help and ruined my hip-nerve...
(better than ruining my back, which the other gal did to hers) :O
somefolks get it where it locks and will not come undone...
then, they have to get surgery, :O
my mom's 80 year old sis just did this, recently...
my mom's finger is now okay, though...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 16, 2013 - 12:50pm PT
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After the so-called "meadow riots" of the summer of 1970 in the valley, the rangers tried to come up with a plan on how to handle the "hippies"... Was his name "Herb" (the irony must have escaped me at the time); who was the long haired older guy who used to hang around the Degnan dorms and the Donohoe house. He got stoned in the meadows a lot and like to let people know he was on acid. Anyway, he told me he had a meeting with the rangers and they asked him what he thought they should do. He thought about it for a while and he said "Throw pies. If the hippies start throwing rocks throw pies back at them." They stared at him for a while in disbelief and then one of them sighed and said "You know, it just might work." As far as I know, nothing ever came of it.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 16, 2013 - 08:05pm PT
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Ah yes....the meadow riots. Before that, it was a pretty groovy scene around Stonemans Bridge. I posted this in another thread, so I just moved it here...typing is such a chore...
Lets see...being a 18 yr old kid from Merced in 1968, Yosemite was my San Francisco and Stonemans bridge was my Haight Street. Became a full hippie by smoking my first joint under said bridge. Met two freaks in a van named Thor and Raoul, scored a handful of Purple Double Domes and tripped with my buddies for the first time among the cascades above Happy Isles. And it was a Full Dose. Just like the movies. I recall the rocks were spongy and looked like persian rugs.
Lots of other groovy stuff happened over the summer(s). Missed the Stoneman Meadows riot...ironically, I was in SF that weekend.
Got busted by ranger Bob Cahill for pot, locked up in the Yosemite jail, sent to Mariposa for grilling, then two nights in Merced juvi. Bummer. But I did get a job as a Merced city garbage man from my probation officer, so all was cool. Great job.
Not too long after that, I ran into de Flames, was taught to tie a figure eight, and the rest is history.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 16, 2013 - 08:16pm PT
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Peggy Lou and some skinny kid in 1970
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 17, 2013 - 09:51am PT
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I was working in the reservations office for Yosemite Park and Curry Co. the summer of the "riots". I remember them happening. The summer before I also hung out at Stoneman's Bridge and procurred LSD for a few trips around the park...
Never got "busted" fortunately.
I remember after the riots, tourists used to call to make reservations for the hotel or other lodging. They would often ask "Are the hippies still there?" And I would usually answer in a very sweet voice "Why yes, we are still here". I also used to record the weather report for the rangers and I always introduced myself as "Sharing Flowers" sort of in the voice that Leigh French used to use to introduce herself on the Smother Brother's section "Have a Little Tea with Goldie".. "HIgh, (giggle, pause) I am" etc. Somehow I manage to get away with it all... ha ha ha ha ha
So you can hear yesterday's radio show today and for one week. The first new one in a while since my son's accident. He is doing okay but still can't put weight on his leg so he is still a bit helpless but getting stronger every day.
So go here http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations and click on "listen" just below the words "stream link" on the playlist side of the page.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2013 - 11:02am PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOD9wXOm8lk
My gramma's old Cocker Spaniel was named Blossom. When she died whe was a blind, creepy, crippled old thing, only 25. She lived in the basement her last five years, poor thing.
Mike, my older brother, said we should leave her out for the coyotes at Delta down by the river.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2013 - 01:11pm PT
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Leggs!
I did ring. I thought this was a terrific shot. Getting to the top is what it's about.
Drive on, Kid! Love your thread! Such fun family & friends...Thanks from the Flames to you for sharing it all. You are a bright flame hereabouts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2013 - 02:29pm PT
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This is Barbara, my mom. She knew how to enjoy life.
The folks ran into Eric Ryback on his journey down the PCT in the early seventies. They fed him trout. He thanked the family by sending them a copy of his book.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2013 - 03:02pm PT
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Brother Mike's friend Greg Sykes helped him knock living ducks from the skies. My mother insisted he clean them, get rid of the feathers, and freezed them. She only served the birds he shot on holidays. I don't care for duck, can't stand quail, and I'll not snipe at my brother's profligacy. Most of the frozen birds went to waste, sad to say.
Mike used dogs to chase animals, too. But no mas. It's no longer legal in California. YAY! But he still spends oodles of time hunting all over the place, and goes fishing in AK and BAJA. He's a lot healthier than I am, wealthier, too, in his retirement. I think he earned it working for the MID his whole career. The 'coons and bobcats hereabouts breathed a sigh of relief when Mike ceased fire. Literally. He used to hunt right along the area bordering the UC Merced campus, home of the Bobcats.
Boar from out in the Mariposa hills. A very BIG boar, from the looks of it.
Mike often had to deal with Tourons and campers and the occasional dead body (one found originally by his wife on her way along the lake shore one day) as the head of the recreational department for the district. His first act as the new boss was to notify his wife that she was no longer eligible to work for the MID on account of tism. She had been a seasonal employee, manning the entrance kiosk to Lake McSwain/Lake McLure on the Merced River.
She managed. Michelle worked for the Barrett's Cove marina store for a long while after that.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 17, 2013 - 03:04pm PT
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These must be on the way to Berkeley, I recognize the one on the left.
This woman believed that copying the zBrown patented v-sign might curry some favor, but she's needs some work on the execution, before it can be discussed seriously. On second thought maybe it was curry and flavor or rogan josh.
Be that as it may, given a choice would you choose Grave's disease? I thought so. Well, I didn't have a choice but that's what I'm told is the likely candidate. I wonder if I could just duct tape it off? This is in no way, nor should it be construed to be, a solicitation for free medical advice.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2013 - 03:17pm PT
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We BARK for BERKELEY!
We BARK for BEARS!
We BARK for BARAK!
We BARK in the BARKING LOT!
We BARK at the EMBARKADERO!
We BARK for TREES!
We literally BARK for ANYTHING AT ALL!
It's what we do, besides sh#t.
We love the BARKANSAS TRAVELER!
BARK! BARK! BARK!
Whaddya say, Elvis?
MIKE! Shut those dogs up!! Your Father's sleeping!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 17, 2013 - 06:21pm PT
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Jan 17, 2013 - 07:40pm PT
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“Boar from out in the Mariposa hills. A very BIG boar, from the looks of it.”
No way; do not believe it. Mariposa? Seen some small babies but that one? Come on Mouse tell me you are making this up.
Many years back of having lived in Hollywood, good old Southern California back then [not the case now]: a good friend of mine who was in Special Forces in Nam about the same time 67/68 we both go into an auto repair shop in San Fernando Valley ‘70/’71. Can’t recall for what? But we waited since it was going take about a half hour. Two guys working on the car asked us if you want any coffee. Sure, they then go on to proceed to whatever that needed to be done. We sit down start bullsh%ting about something while the other two are discussing about what they did last weekend, this is interesting in fact quite interesting.
Boars but not your typical boars: Russian and wild.
We proceed to ask where the best location to find these guys; ‘they mention up the coast just near Hearst Castle’.
We pack some weapons and the usual stuff [booze] in the back seat and the trunk of my ‘68 Camaro for a couple days to recon or check these guys out.
We get out of town hit Highway 1 and start proceeding north. Pee stops, getting caught for speeding, stopping for gas and eating just prior to Hearst Castle but we took our time no hurry, most likely we were stoned the same time.
We were about 80 miles closer to our destination when I got the speeding ticket. CHP gets out of his car and approaches us and sees that we have our green military jackets on with our patches. Takes a look in the back seat and they can see and came to the conclusion that were hunting for something and asks what do you plan to hunt?
Russian boar, I answer.
This is the first story we actually hear about these guys and he tells us a couple stories on hunting these things. He gives us a warning to slow down; we thank them and continue on Highway 1.
Next up to take a pee and get some gas. Small gas station no more than one or two pumps. Guy comes out and sees the same thing and asked you going hunting for boar? We said yes and he gives us a couple stories as well.
One more last stop before we go into the hills and in the back part of Hearst Castle were a US base was used to experiment on the newer Apache helicopters for Nam. This time this guy is missing some fingers and he gives a couple stories.
We had plenty of booze, plenty of gas and proceed on our adventure. I look at Carl and start bringing up all the stories [a good half-dozen] of what we were in store for. We both laughed and say fish stories and that they were just fuking with us.
Sure one guy runs up the tree and is there for two days while a small pack of these boars are waiting for him to come down. We had laughed at that one. Then there was the guy that was missing the fingers; give me a break. We heard the stories about dogs and if you did use them guaranteed to lose half of them. Yeah! Sure. The best one was a guy get eaten alive before his friends could kill two boars that were eaten him and it was not easy you had a hit or kill them in a certain way.
We get our location late at night see the warning signs in entering the military reservation and set up camp. We get up the morning, military car pulls up and says you need permits drive down to the base, building number ? Pay a fee to do as you please. No photos. And he also gave us a couple stories.
We asked a place for breakfast in the area and he suggests one just off the base towards highway 101. He said you’re going that way anyway and is a 15 minute drive from the building, then come back in show your permits at the gate and go back up in the hills. He drives off and since we are in the area we thought it would be a good idea for half an hour to an hour to check the area before heading down. We take our guns out of the cases, I strap on a Colt 45 automatic pistol and we proceed to walk around the area.
Hear! Little piggy, piggy, piggy. Hey! You little piggy; come out, come out wherever you are.
Nothing.
We proceed down the valley looking at these cool futuristic choppers and thinking those are nice. We get off the base, get to the restaurant, parked the car and then walked in. Was more of a bar than a restaurant so we climb up on the stools and this lady with quite a pink nose asks us what we wanted to eat? We order. It was quite dark in this bar but you can still make out things. She brings us breakfast, we had been drinking coffee.
We both start eating our breakfast and for some reason there’s something that catches both our eyes to the right of us not too far away on the wall. I do know not know what Carl did but I dropped my fork and knife into the plate. We both get up and proceed to see what this is.
A trophy or the head of what we’re trying to hunt and kill. The woman said so far the largest one shot and said the #####. We had no doubt to disbelieve her. The tusks on this guy were unbelievable. All those stories we had heard the day before now came to light. Photos were on the wall as well looking at them a tow truck had to be used.
One problem: We didn’t have big enough guns.
My 45 would have worked but just to my head to say bye, bye, so long, take it easy if we ran into the size we saw in the bar.
We went back home bought the appropriate guns; for me I chose a .308 brush short barrel pump and we went back two weeks later. We had not laughed hearing from others through the years. The screams from them dying is something else.
Not too long ago 2010 was in the hills just above Carmel at a nice house and asked if any around and the owner said yes and asked the Russian kind? She knew and said yes. She then proceeded to say ‘you know they can kill you’, I responded this is the only thing I would hunt. No dogs, just him and me.
Her husband I went out the next day. He took a Bow with him with some nice blades for the tips. Asked me if I ever used one; said to him be a first but “hell why not” What can happen:
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 17, 2013 - 07:58pm PT
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hey there say, gypsy... am so very glad to hear you son is doing better... hope he liked the little dreamcatcher that i sent for him...
(i sent it to mouse, to send to him,, as--mouse wanted to send you one, also, as a surprise)...
happy son time, to you!! and god bless!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 17, 2013 - 07:58pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2013 - 08:48pm PT
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Jay, to be honest, which is called for with you, my fined friend, I think the goldarned boar is from Mariposa, though it may not be as large as I might have suggested. Hell, it may even be one Mike killed at Hunter-Liggett. But the timing on the slide indicates early days, which means Mariposa Co. The Rev and I were cruising out Bear Creek and took the road to Yaqui Gulch, the old Santa Cruz #2, and we saw a pack of a half-dozen pigs off to the north of us between the road and the creek, running towards the hills. This was two years ago.
http://www.liggett.army.mil/sites/fishhunt/hunting.asp
Mike had a photo published in the Merced Sun-Stroke with a small terrier atop a boar's head, him and his hunting partner on either side, so cute, so unbelievable, except that Mike insisted a dog was good for the hunt if he never gave up and this one had enough gumption to run with the pack; and even though he was way short in the legs, he kept up and did his thing and capered more after the kill than any of them, simply because he'd done his job.
Mike knows dogs. His last one was killed by a rattler. "Should've known better."
The "Frame."
Crumb got set up. Just like Sonny Liston.
We proceed down the valley looking at these cool futuristic choppers...
WTF!!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 17, 2013 - 11:29pm PT
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Did you notice how at first all those fishes were perfectly arrayed from large to small (or vice versa) and then organization just flew out the window.
What's a mother to do?
BTW that's a great photo of your mom.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2013 - 12:24am PT
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Almost great, but there are three, what's a son to do?
I have more pictures than mothers at present.
And that's sad but true.
Boomer.Barbara.Barbara and Lenna Louise.Lenna Louise.Lenna's string and you can bet everything in her kitchen's just so.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2013 - 05:42am PT
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I visited the good old used bookstore again, today. And I'm very happy I did.
Seven dollars.
Out-of-date DeLorme atlases for OR & CA. Free.
I offered a buck apiece, just to make it nice.
The book on Mountain Names. Five bucks for a Dover publication? Bloody Murder!
A huge binder full of local CA topo maps and two huge JMWilderness maps and The Index of Orvis Fly Patterns/John Harder. All free.
Check in each and every week in most of the stores around here and you can find some bargains on occasion. I've been lucky the last few days.
It's a nice downtown, just right for a good walk, interesting people most places I go, like Gabe's Tavern or the Partisan, both occasionally, mind you. I've been going into the Bella Luna, the Italian place, for lunch now and then, and they have a mac 'n cheese to die from, there's so much,and they make a VIBRANT Tuscan scramble for breakfast, too. Lots of peppers. Decent Bloody Mary's, too. Speared pickle, olive, garlic clove.
Then there's Pinnochio's which is new, like Bella Luna, but it's hard to keep track, because restaurants come and go so quickly here, it seems. Pin's is only open two months, maybe, but serves great food. family-owned, with one in Sonora. Greatest peppers and sausage in Middle Earth, with the spicy mustard. Bloody Mary's are cheaper than Bella Luna, but not as much spice. Un-inspired garnish. Every bartender's different.
And today, on seeing the "Open" sign, I walked into the newest bistro on Main St. They are the replacement for Fernando's Bistro, which had good food but not enough clientele with the bucks, but that's the biz...
The name of the place is the Five Ten. See them on Facebook. Ooooh!
Their Bloody Mary was over-priced, but looked like a batch of salsa. Cucumber spear, nice touch. Solid, openly inviting place, but they have lots of work to do yet so give them a few weeks.
The bartender actually knew what Five Ten really is, but said it was really just the place's address, 510 W. Main.
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2013/01/15/2757882/downtown-business-booming-in-merced.html
I love this little spot of noplace. It's building up and falling down all over itself. Four-year education and high-speed fail-rail.
And all the speed you can snort, smoke, or shoot.
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zBrown
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chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 18, 2013 - 10:26am PT
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Dad says string 'em big to small, right to left, what do kids do?
No ST Forum pass for those kids.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2013 - 04:21pm PT
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The Alameda.
Nice place name.
The Yosemite.
It has a cachet, surely, but is it catching?
Our dear Montessori-bred brats need all the protection they can handle.
I like the traffic barriers, too.
And the Circle.
Northside up to Rose it's Martin Luther King, Jr. Way.
North side of Rose the via becomes the Alameda.
the Way...
You say hey there, like
In old hipster heaven, it's a cool place you find in the Risen Rosen Garden to sit and rest the rest of time away
there is no mantra there is no mantra there is no there in Oakland just here is your man mantra man and your woman mantra woman
there were flames found on Regent Street in the middle of the night and only the pie tins led the dogs to the good stuff--the brownies the brownies the brownies
We always BRAKE for BROWNIES!
We always BARK for BROWNIES!
We're trained to BARK at DARKIES!
We BARK for Duncan Hines! http://www.duncanhines.com/products/brownies
One two for each of us and none left over.
Then we ate all the enchiladas, too!
Dolores' brother Marc has the record: Seven meat enchiladas in one meal!
I believe Randy had only cheese enchiladas, and so Gypsy probably did, too. Jones liked burritos with beans and would accept the enchilada. The recipe from her sister, Shari? It was "authentic." So we used canned enchilada sauce.
zBrown, we talk and eat around here. Even singing at table is allowed if you feel the need.
On Regent Street, Nina's sub-let. Nina was a friend of Dan Ake. I hope you remember Dan Ake, Gypsy. He's another old climber I haven't seen in about as long as Throwpie, since '80, at least. We had a great neighbor, who held a good job with the Pacific Film Archive. We played chess a LOT when we lived up in that place above the garage.
Our TV had gotten stolen and some cash taken from our apartment on Telegraph. I took it personally, because I had seen the thieves in the hallway coming out of the apartment across from ours and thought they were friends of the guy living there, and I just shut the door and didn't dead-bolt it, like right in front of these three people! I went downstairs to go back to work, thought nothing of it, then came home to find the place ripped off, along with several other apartments.
Junkies. they are part of life in Berkeley and Oakland, face it, except maybe there are more tweakers now than the other. So...
We elected to move to save money and have a much quieter neighborhood. It was no further to the BART station, but Dolores quit the Cost+ Imports and went to work in a day care just a block up from us on Hillegasse anyway, because the difference in pay was slight and the commute, meh. (What commute did either of us have--one block up hill for her, two blocks down hill for me.)
I remember the grafitti on the way into Berkeley from the Caldecott, which said: "Commuters are polluters." And it was ugly on purpose.
The people who owned that house where Dolores worked were so Berkeley it was like they were the very type, sort of in a way almost. She ran the day care, he was a MIME!
He was good, though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT9wb3CL18w
No matter climb2ski's been to Berkeley
He didn't go there enough
"Martin Luther King, Jr. has been honored with renamed streets all across America. MLK, Jr. streets never run through affluent sections of town, unless the town is Berkeley."--Steve Cassady
Grove Street, which stretched for several miles north from Downtown Oakland into North Berkeley, was renamed Martin Luther King Jr. Way in 1984. The street had once represented the dividing line between neighborhoods where minorities could and could not live or buy property.--Wikipedia
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Jan 18, 2013 - 08:38pm PT
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Hmmmmmmmm
So Mariposia has some piggies, it is getting spring time.
Just would need to put one of these babies up; kick back wait for the ring to send photos to the smart phone and then decide what to bring? That bottom one I'd bring gernades.
The again thinking now;would just piss him off more.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 18, 2013 - 10:21pm PT
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Time? what's time to a pig?
Isn't Oakland near Berkeley?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 19, 2013 - 12:07am PT
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?Could this become the new Mousemobile? It rhymes with hash. It has both seats. It's definitely American.
I am sorely tempted. It might look good with flames on the wheel wells and Flames in the driver and passenger seats.
5.5, it's on to the coffee shop to think about whether it's Camp 4 'nuf.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 19, 2013 - 12:14pm PT
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I go here
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/archivepix.html
have never seen any videos before- thanks
OK mouse I enlarged that photo by 350% and I can't read the emblem, what kind of car is that? Citreon, Nash, Alpha Romeo ...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 19, 2013 - 11:39pm PT
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Nash Metropolitan
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 19, 2013 - 11:48pm PT
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I thought that was a high probability
here's one like the one we had
what we wished it was
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2013 - 05:20am PT
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See the m in the disk? Eric, the owner, claims he paid just $2,900. He refurbished it over several years, and if he sells it to me he will allow me to keep it parked where it is for safe-keeping.
He wants to place it on eBay, and so he wants to getsome daylight pix of the Metro. Throwpie knows his car shift (three speed on the column).
It's likely just pie-in-the-sky, as I have a friend whose uncle is a mechanic and refits cars constantly and he "can get me a deal." (You know how that can go.) It might be that I am more smiley-face with a jalopy Chev sedan or old bashed Ford like Abbey had. No Bond cars like zBrown's fantasy--that looks like a Healy, but it could be a wind-up skateboard, for all I know... :) Total geek at woking on Lippincottery. Did you guys see Lippincott's Meddling thread? My sentiments in a deer dropping.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 20, 2013 - 12:06pm PT
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That's a Nashmobile by the badge on the front. See the whole page here
http://cimbeon.com/nash-metropolitan.html
I had no idea how many Nashville cats there were
Nash Lemans coupe
Nash Ramblin' Jack Elliot - Palm Beach
Nash Fat Fender Deluxe
and of course, everybody's learning how
Probably the most bitchen one
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2013 - 12:36pm PT
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No longboards? This topic is useless without pictures of longboards.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2013 - 02:29pm PT
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No surf in Mariposa County, mostly. Except when a big one hits the river.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7r39-OdR7c
Driving to Yosemite sure isn't what it used to be.
This highway worker, Jerry de Graff, is one of the members of our Explorer Post 98 in Merced, back in high school.
He could've been a Flame, potetially. He and some others drove into Bear Creek one night, which so could've happened to any of us cruising idiots.
This Ferguson event took a lot longer than four days, as I recall.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 21, 2013 - 06:12am PT
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hey there say, mouse..
nice bookstore share, :)
and say, boomer looked like a good kind father...
thanks for sharing...:)
neat cars, too, you all...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 21, 2013 - 11:49am PT
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looks like Ferlinghetti vs Poe
Thy wigdom come and gone
They will be undone
nevermore
(Yes, Richmond is not in Baltimore, but it's only about 150 miles as the crow flies).
All useless speculation aside, that looks suspiciously like Graves disease.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2013 - 11:54am PT
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And the hits keep happening on Micical Vibrations.
Thy Gang
My Gang
My Ganga
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2013 - 12:00pm PT
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Winston.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2013 - 12:05pm PT
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The Cigar Monkey supplies me with my vice.
And some local gossip.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 24, 2013 - 05:40pm PT
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I ended up listening to Ultimate Twang - I'll figure it out
I wonder why t*r never posted The Flames thread.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 24, 2013 - 06:19pm PT
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Go here
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
click on the word "Listen" just above the playlists on the left side of the page under the words "stream link". You will hear the current archived show...
Course you may prefer the music of Ultimate Twang...
And thank you NeeBee, yes my son and I received the gifts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2013 - 07:10pm PT
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Da kind. Only in Berkeley.Gifts for the grandkids, Noah and Jake, as well as their dad, Scotty.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 25, 2013 - 12:34am PT
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hey there say, mouse... what great shares for the kids!...
very nice... butter milk here, has extra 'stuff' in it... so i now
can make it homeade fom buttermilk culture... neat to do...
course, i have to buy milk for often, :))
but i use it for yogurt, too...
thanks for sharin...
say,tomorrow i will post a neat picture of
mouse-fruit that lande on my door, :))
:)
edit:
good to know, gypsy, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2013 - 11:21am PT
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The FA of Dreamcatcher on The Bunkbed, Merced National Climbing Refuge, Middle Earth, California. 1/23/13. Bobby Bear, DreamCat, Noah the Guinea Pig.
Setting the Dreamcatcher in place, prior to doing the route.
This route was done entirely in my sleep by my friends. The Left Stuff, who will release the video later on, provided the music. The climbers are real, the climb not too hard, and the falls these guys take never seem to hurt. Pretty cool deal for everyone.
[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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Jan 25, 2013 - 11:22am PT
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The Kandy Korn Bashie, developed in 1970 by The Flames.
5.0, A6, let's go to the coffee shop.
"Serious" sucks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2013 - 03:30pm PT
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The petition on Change.org noted that brominated vegetable oil has been patented as a flame retardant and is banned in Japan and the European Union. It had more than 200,000 supporters Friday.
I'm one. She's one. Flame retards are BS.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 25, 2013 - 05:55pm PT
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That just about sent me and Lawrence one toke over the line. This one actually did
[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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Jan 25, 2013 - 06:02pm PT
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zBrown lightens the mood.
Just take out the seeds and stems and you have white.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2013 - 06:27pm PT
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white. black. blank. zero.
nothing. Finnish haiku man.
and he's in Japan.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2013 - 07:07pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lNP-x94-SE
White boy
Huero con cafe?
What am I talking about?
Nobody of consequence.
You wouldn’t understand, Amigo.
I don’t. How could you?
Peyote? Psilocybin?
It’s all Greek to me.
And the bowl is cashed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 28, 2013 - 11:18am PT
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South from atop the Tioga, sixth floor. Good morning, Merced.
To the east, the Clark Range. Kinda the Dark Range this time of day.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 28, 2013 - 12:00pm PT
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As nearly as I can tell there is no webcam in Merced, though there is a proposal in for four at UC Merced.
WTF, even Chula Vista has a webcam. Get on it mouse, I'd suggest putting one in the Partisan. Looks like a right proper place.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 28, 2013 - 08:45pm PT
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What web, we got the bar. The last of the good old fashioned steam trains kind of place, takes it a while to get rolling, but once it gets a head up of steam, it rocks.
I'm heading there soon tonight, like now.
Kinda Kinky Koalas Monday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5W7q8IsnPs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 29, 2013 - 10:53am PT
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It's too foggy/cloudy to get any shots of the sunrise today. I went for a bird walk instead.
Crows generally take to the fields first thing before sunup, like 6:45 now.
This was taken earlier this month.
Bluebirds may not be purchased separately.
May the bluebird of happiness fly up the Nose on Donini's face!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 29, 2013 - 11:10am PT
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Curt and RC.
Curt is an owner of Coffee Bandits.
RC is an owner of The Partisan.
they were vamping for me outside in the arcade yesterday.
I was taking stock of what I had just found at the St. Vincent de Paul store.
The American West from Fall 1964 was one of eight for eight bucks and has a great spread of the "Standing Up country" of Utah and AZ, Cathedral Valley on the cover.
Thirteen Moons is by Asheville native Charles Frazier. It's in good shape, but I mean to read it and send it on.
I am happy to be able to read Roy's semi-autobiography. Slyke nothing I've ever read.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 29, 2013 - 02:14pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 29, 2013 - 02:14pm PT
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The Charles Frazier book looks interesting. Tell me more...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2013 - 12:42am PT
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I have that Eastern Bluebird print as my computer desktop at present. I found the print in a collectables shop here the other day, thinking it would work with a photo of Our Lady of Medjugorje. It does, quite nicely.
Thirteen Moons--the story of Will, an orphan indentured to run a trading post in the Cherokee tribal lands, becomes the adopted son of Cherokee Bear and falls in love with Claire, a white gal who is the charge of the local bull of the woods, Featherstone.
It's the story of his love for the place, too. I'm thinking Wendell Berry, maybe. We shall see. I'd be happy to forward it, should you like to read it. Or you'd be able to get it in the local library, surely.
I read Cold Mountain in 1995 or 1996 and wondered if he'd write another as good. It's too soon to say, but it's not a prize-winner. How much is the $$ for the National Book Award, anyway? CF's probably been living "the good life with horses" since the movie deal for Cold Mountain. This one is a 2006 copyright.
"It's good, though."--I read one chapter sitting in the coffee shop today. I thought Will would die after he tells his story as an old boy. Instead, he takes a Parker loaded with birdshot and plinks at the railroad train he owns and hates. He's lived long enough to see autos, trains, and phones.
"The whistle blows two short friendly notes, and the locomotive turns the curve and drags its train behind. In the end, just a fading rumble coming from down the river and black smoke settling over everything before the mountains form up again, shorn and damaged and eternal."
Feeling Lucky.
The Thirteenth Valley, by R. del Vecchio was the first book I read about Vietnam. Four stars.
There are thirteen books in Euclid's Elements. All these books sucked in high school.
Nevada Barr's novel 13 1/2 is apparently her 17th novel. I've yet to read a single Nevada Barr offering.
Thirteen Re3sons Why is Jay Asher's new novel. "It changed my life."--rave review, never read it
Grasping for the Wind is the 13th novel in the Wheel of Time series. Have yet to open one of them.
Dead Ever After is the 13th Sookie Stackhouse novel by Charlaine Harris. Sookie is a telepathic waitress working in Merlotte's Bar and Grill in Bon Temps, Louisiana.
Anna Paquin's looking pretty. Maybe I'll rent this. Or break down and read one. Charlaine's very humorous in a Terry Pratchett way, IMO. STopped reading him long ago. (7)
Musical Offerings
Sir Jhon/Fanning the Flames
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT2dXlfh0ME
Roy Clark/Under the Double Eagle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRkqqdamhEo
Bette Midler/Come Back Jimmy Dean
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nilNAdzskc
Jimmy Dean/I wonder Why You Said Goodbye
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nilNAdzskc
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2013 - 12:46am PT
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Fancy cats and ladies by Will Barnet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2013 - 12:52am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2013 - 12:53am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2013 - 12:57am PT
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Bobbye at Tahoe in the fifties...(?)
Bobbye the Shasta High School Freshman.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 30, 2013 - 02:48am PT
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hey there say, mouse.. nice birds!
say, i had to leave a whole series of lovely bird prints back in south texas, they got thrown out, i a sure, :(
well, they seemed similar to your blue bird... could you see if you can
find out WHO the painter is? or if there is a a name to go with the one you have?
i acually saw a book once, in a small library around here... i am trying to get back there to see if they still have it, so i can try to find it online...
if you come up with a name, let me know, please...
thanks! :)
in spring, i will try out that library, so if you can't solve the mystery, don't worry...
i do have one print, and i got it from a thrist store, i think?
and--it had no artist, or company name, :(
happy good eve to you, gypsy and all the gang here, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2013 - 03:09am PT
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http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/Saints/saint.aspx?id=1280
There will be a special safety meeting/thanksgiving service on February 3, 2013, the feast of ST. BLAZE!!!!
All are invited to attend here all day long.
I know it's a Special Football Day or something and people have their plans.
Your guess is as good as mine as to the reason, really. I'm just passing the word. Attendance is not ever mandatory at safety discussions, but is open to all and feel free to BYO Matches, Zippos, Bics, Djeeps, and clips.
Here's a hint about the program.
Pele Juju/Woman
http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/Saints/saint.aspx?id=1280
"Woman, where do you go?"
Corsica, by hook or by crook!--St. Peripatetta, patron saint of Club Med and the Cyclades
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 04:09am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
will check out the name and see... a ways back on the net here, i tried a few artist's names, as to birds... found a few neat similar pics, but so far, struck out...
will see how this one goes... i dont think i have tried this name yet...
thanks :)
happy radio night!
wish i could hear it on line, can't...
odd thing is, that about three years or four, back, and ON dial up, i WAS
able to hear radio... even greek music, and no 'delay' and, it
was an older computer than this..
can't get none, now, anywhere, they all do a bit of sound and stop...perhaps a ten minutes later, another bit of sound and stops, etc..
:(
well,
thanks again, :) so much!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 05:03am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
nope, that was not the guy, (edit, of my pictures) but the link DID help...
i found some other trails...
THIS is the guy--john james audubon... i even found an image online
of the prints that lost, :(
(the reason i RECOGNNIZED them, is due to the PALE GREEN, and mainly the edging set-up, around the prints)
*got left behind on the wall, when 'fled' my home in south texas...
it i the only regret that i have, :( from all that...
my MOM had given them to me, :(
most likely too? from her sister, though i am not sure... the sis worked the cleveland museum of art, as part of the original workers, when it first started... they both loved birds...
so thus, i understand what the book must have been, at that little library... see a few online...
silly it was:
i left them, when i hurried, due to NOT wantin to rip them... :O
yet, i knew they most likely would get trashed, later, by my family, :(
so silly, i should have ripped them fast off the wall and saved them... but i would have had to jump up on the high counter, etc, to even try to reach them, from where i had tacked them up...
(never had money to frame stuff--should have kept them i book, but they were a daily reminder of my mom, as, she was in calif, then)... :(
but:
the mystery is solved! and i can at least scan some, or someday buy a book...
they WON'T be hers, of course, but i will have regained a loss, :)
thanks you so very much! odd how one CERTAIN link, to lead to another, and such a find... something about art in that link TRIGGERED
my success...
god bless, happy good morn to you all!
:)
edit:
maybe it will turn out that ALL folks set the prints up this way,
and i will be BACK to figuring out did those prints, :))
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neebee
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Jan 31, 2013 - 05:34am PT
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hey there, say, mouse... was just checking mail, and getting off line...
just saw this thread jump to the top, so stopped to see who was here:
was NOT a singer, here, but a mouse, that likes music :)
well, i am making you a thank you gift, ... the only hint i can add is this, so as not to spoil the surpise:
there IS a mouse on it... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2013 - 05:38am PT
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eekamee!
Thirteen posts to 1,000.
I remember (doot-do)
I remember (doot-do)
They had a swimming pool
Who could imagine?
Enjoy life on the internet.
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 05:45am PT
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hey there, say, mouse...
did say, 13, shy of 1,000 ... or is that 12 shy, by and by?
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 05:49am PT
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hey there say, ...
here is a link on john james audubon...
i remember hearing the 'audubon' names, but NEVER knew what it meant...
most likely, i EVEN saw it on the prints, but
just figured that it was 'a society association' and NOT
the author...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_James_Audubon
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 06:05am PT
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hey there say, all...
for those that ride horses--an EXPERIENCE like none other:
from the wikipedia, on john james audubon:
Audubon witnessed the 1812 New Madrid earthquake while out riding, which was among the most severe to strike the mid-continent. When Audubon arrived home, he was relieved to find no major damage, but the area was shaken by aftershocks for months.[37] Upon his horse in western Kentucky on December 16, 1811, Audubon experienced the great New Madrid earthquake. By today's standards, the quake ranged from 8.4 to 8.8 on the Richter Scale, slightly stronger than the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Audubon writes that while on horseback he believed the distant rumbling to be that of a tornado, “but the animal knew better than I what was forthcoming, and instead of going faster, so nearly stopped that I remarked he placed one foot after another on the ground with as much precaution as if walking on a smooth piece of ice. I thought he had suddenly foundered, and, speaking to him, was on point of dismounting and leading him, when he all of a sudden fell a-groaning pieteously, hung his head, spread out his forelegs, as if to save himself from falling, and stood stock still, continuing to groan. I thought my horse was about to die, and would have sprung from his back had a minute more elapsed; but as that instant all the shrubs and trees began to move from their very roots, the ground rose and fell in successive furrows, like the ruffled water of a lake, and I became bewildered in my ideas, as I too plainly discovered, that all this awful commotion was the result of an earthquake. I had never witnessed anything of the kind before, although like every person, I knew earthquakes by description. But what is description compared to reality! Who can tell the sensations which I experienced when I found myself rocking, as it were, upon my horse, and with him moving to and fro like a child in a cradle, with the most imminent danger around me.”[38] He noted that as the earthquake retreated, "the air was filled with an extremely disagreeable sulphurous odor."[
OHHHH MYY, :o
sad to hear this--means he killed HUNDREDS of birds, in his
life time, just for us to love his art, :O
Audubon developed his own methods for drawing birds. First, he killed them using fine shot. He then used wires to prop them into a natural position, unlike the common method of many ornithologists, who prepared and stuffed the specimens into a rigid pose. When working on a major specimen like an eagle, he would spend up to four 15-hour days, preparing, studying, and drawing it
oh my, i did not know this...
:(
well, i know, birds get eaten by wild critters, but still--
this is sad, :(
*think my mom would be sad to hear that...
but can't deny his skill, wonder if he had a
concious? about all that... curious huh?
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Gypsy
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NC
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Jan 31, 2013 - 06:16am PT
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Neebee it looks like the author's signature on the bluebird prints says "Arthur Singer"
I doubt that Audubon would have signed his prints Arthur Singer if he was the painter. We may be talking about different illustrations. I was speaking of the two bluebird paintings that Mouse posted when I said "Singer".
I cannot believe you had never heard of Audubon. Amazing!! Well he had an enormous ego and killed thousands upon thousands of birds in order to paint his very famous illustrations of birds. And then they name a bird protection society after him...
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 06:23am PT
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hey there say,gypsy! wow, perfect timing, nice to hear this from you...
yeah, i MEANT not the blue bird pics... but MY pics from my mom,
the mystery pics that i lost by leaving them in south texas..
sorry--i did not state that too clear, :O
:)
yeah, MY mystery pics, did not hve any signed name, at least not one that i could see...
say,as to your note about the audubon society, i will go look that up..
yep, i had just finished reading how he KILLED all those birds...
AND--just earlier on, in the article, i
READ how his DAD taugh him how LOVELY they were...
oh man oh man... sounds like the 'ferel cats' on patrick's
page, did not do such damage, as one cat to one man, here, :O
(not meaning to talk bad of the man, trying to make something
for all to see--but wow, would have sure been SWEETER if he had
that love for nature, as it LIVED ... .:(
edit:
wow, not sure i really would want them, now, knowin they all had to
die that way, :(
perhaps it was best to leave them... but then, i reckon they had died
for nothing, :(
i was married young, with kids and did a lot of self learning, so perhaps that is why i never heard of audubon... though, i DID hear mention, in conversation, as to the 'society' thing...
you know, my MOM have known his history, as, her sister was working in the museum, doing all that sort of nature stuff...
i reckon, i WILL ask her...
edit:
wow, gypsy... kind of the BIG YEAR thing, when they used to kill
a many birds as they could on new year? they CHANGED it to just
PHOTOGRAPH THEM...
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2013 - 09:38am PT
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hey there say, to mouse, gypsy and throwpie
and all us all....
wow! mouse's flames thread will jump through the ol' hoop of
1,000 posts, soon, and i WILL BE SLEEPING!!! AND thus,
not around to see it... :O
HERE IS AN EARLY congratulations!!! to you!
down load far to tempermental to share pics, so here goes:
http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?_adv_prop=image&fr=slv8-msgr&sz=all&va=fireworks+display
cheers to you all!!!!
love the history, and climbing, and all the vaious things
that go with...
ps:
something amazing, just happened from the blue birds, that triggered
my brain to try different words from your links, and such, as to
my bird-print quest, :O will share later, when able...
night all...
happy good 1,000 post day!!!! :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Jan 31, 2013 - 09:50am PT
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Catholic-wise, I'm sticking with St. Blase.
"Uninterested because of frequent exposure or indulgence, yet very sophisticated."
As in Blase Saddles, one move and you know what happens.
Forty-niners in 3 (quarters). Then get to the movie Les Mis
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2013 - 11:40pm PT
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Mr. Darwin's Shooter was a fine book.
Didactic, even.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr_Darwin's_Shooter
The gird bun that Syms Covington used was light and he always used the lightest of birdshot in order to keep the pelts. He was an excellent shot. But he could not reconcile the major religious conflict brought about by his actions.
Try thousands of shots, hardly ever missing. That leaves you with enough birds to preserve (the pelts only) when you are at sea, with not much else to do. It was the job of the shooter to prepare the skins. He made a major contribution to young Darving's workload on the voyage.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2013 - 11:41pm PT
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Five golden finches.
Happiness funs in a circular flyway.
Happiness funs, happiness funs.--TY Donavan Leitch when he was jus' Donavan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2013 - 11:46pm PT
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Four crawling birds.
No fun there.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
well then:
four stalling birds...
four brawling birds...
four hauling birds...
four falling birds... (though, not from too high up, don't want them to
get hurt) :)
four lolling birds...
hmm, four mawling birds...
(must want that bug pretty bad) :O
seems i heard tell at one time or other:
four calling birds, ;)
four appauling birds?
four applauding birds... :)
(good for their wings)...
:)
edit:
(good for their wings--though not a perfect match)
(may as well add: four lauding birds, then)
well, back to my knitting search, on line...
say--i JUST may BE awake when this thread gets it's
1,000 treat! :)
happy good supertopo eve, to all!
edit:
one more to go:
waiting for the mouse, to do the honors as ol' zbrown just said...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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What was it the raven said?
Forty-niners nevermore?
Take it mouse
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PhilG
Trad climber
The Circuit, Tonasket WA
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Bump, for bird watching.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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So the thread was bumped for birdwatching--here is an American Goldfinch photo I took last year feasting on sunflower seeds in my garden.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Can't possibly compete...must fail...constipation...kiss of death for Mouse.
I'm so full of sh#t I ....
complete sentence and win A Ticket to the Super Ball.
What the heck, I'm judging.
Two tickets!
And Gypsy, we'll make sure your Birthday Bagel has two candles!!
Nice move, Phil G, winner of the Bridwell Prize for smartiness, avian category.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, philG...
say, you got the 1,000 here, i missed it...
such a good variety here of stuff, from mouse...
good to see these birds-for-watching, being that it
is full of teen-and-below temps here now...
miss the birdies... :)
very nice picture, gypsy...
i am hoping to have giant funflowers, sunflowers,
again this summer...
sure miss how stuff grows in calif, and, south texas though...
neat wooldland stuff grows here, at least...
but not for gardens, unless folks are really
anchored with enough bucks to near make it 'big business'
as to the rewards growing, to match what is paid into
the soil and plants, and such...
seems so simple in my sunshine states, and i miss that..
but i am happy to be near the grandkids here... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Happiness counts for lots. Be happy where you grow. Birds don't keep to that rule since it's their bent to migrate, most of them. Our winter weather has gone, we're looking for record highs tomorrow.
As for the Southwest, I have some dumb article about some dumb place they call the STanding Up Country--Canyonlands, Uhta, the Urealyse Range.
I'm going to bed, though. I'll post the article--with images--tomorrow, I mean later. It could be tomorrow. It will be tomorrow. It is tomorrow in New York.
P.S. to Gypsy, that is a fine bird at the top. Thank you.
Lullaby from the Bird Nest in the Sky.
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Good night, Flames, burn low, ride slow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I thought I would send out a tweet for all who appear here to see what's new.
Not that much. But the past is full of good stuff and advice.
Blur Bued Of Daffiness?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IERLMXtMZag
It is Saturday Morning, and you know that means fun with the looneys.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOzPNvpnPrg
You're never too young to watch looney tunes, no matter how old they are! Remember that Rodger, the BDC, and you should be even better than fine, even finer than frog hair, possibly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q526mSA3TRs
Regular programming sucks boobs!
Don't tell me our Merry-Go-Round is broken then charge me to fix it. The ST is all "Fix-It-Together" as I see it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Photos from over the ocean. The Three Faces of Scottish Climbing from an old Mountain mag.
California style. From the pages of Life mag: The Three Graces.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Funny thing about folks in Scotland, many of them apparently have never seen the sun.
anyway, sexless patience
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Infinite patience.
You don't have to look at the Bible. But it's there.
You didn't have to look at the Boobs Thread, but it was there.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is...
JUANITA!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37r07eg867Y
Way coolo implosion, zBrown! First there is a power plant, a power plant that's what it WAS!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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From an old Master Mariners' Regatta, in an article by Roger Olmstead, The American West magazine, summer 1964.
The event was one which my Scrabble partner Zoe Bishop loved to attend. She crewed for Chairman Bob on his boat out of the Berkeley Marina, where she lived aboard Water High, an ancient hulk that sat at the very gates of the marina.
Her dog, the giant lab George, was dramatically saved one day when he fell overboard as a pup.
She had moved to the marina from Richmond. Her kids wanted to attend Berkeley High, not Richmond High. Who could blame them? Zoe had a degree from Mills and got a good job as a travel agent and the rent was too cheap to forgo after the kids left. Then she inherited the house here in Merced and moved here, working for the historical society.
I figured this was a good spot to insert Zoe's story, as it's kind of a low ebb here, it seems. Anyway, after Liz passed away, and I had moved from that old house to an apartment in a triplex owned by Liz's mom & dad, I met Zoe, who lived next door and was friends with my sister-in-law who lived in the apartment next to mine.
Zoe and I ended up playing hundreds and hundreds of games and consuming hundreds of Budweisers. She was the Queen of Beers, like Bud is the King.
She never tried to win, usually didn't, and kept us amazed with her stories, like the one about her son Duncan's death. By "us" I mean a couple of other fellows who lived in the Tioga, and who volunteered at the museum as docents also played with us many times. We ended the Scrabble sessions by watching Jeopardy
He and his intended, I forget her name, but ahe was an heiress from back east, were in Scandinavia, traveling. They got on one of those ski devices where you sit tandem and just steer downhill and run-out. They didn't judge the run-out oat all well and ended up drowning in the sea!
Big funeral back east, a horrendous hullabaloo, you can bet.
The one thing I remember which strikes me today is that when the family wanted to have a ten-year memorial for Duncan, she wouldn't do it because it seemed like it was just yesterday he died. It's how time shortens when you arrive at an older stage in your life. Ten years is much longer when you are younger.
Talk about low ebb...
She passed away from cancer in 2005. I know exactly what she felt.
But the race continues.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I cannot decide whether it is an illness or a sin, the need to write thing down and fix the flowing world in one rigid form. Bear believed writing dulled the spirit, stilled some holy breath. Smothered it. Words, when they’ve been captured and imprisoned on paper, become a barrier against the world, one best left unerected.
Everything that happens is fluid, changeable.
After they’ve passed, events are only as your memory makes them, and they shift shapes over time. Writing a thing down fixes it in place as surely as a rattlesnake skin stripped from the meat and stretched and tacked to a barn wall. Every bit as stationary, and every bit as false to the original thing. Flat and still and harmless. Bear recognized that all writing memorializes a momentary line of thought as if it were final.--from p. 21, Thirteen Moons
What's in store today on Musical Migrations? Bulgarian singers? Love it!
Variety is the spice.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
1:00-400 pm, Wednesdays
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Wrap your tongue around the names at your own risk, Gypsy Girl! Haaa-ha-ha!
Mouse's Peace Cup.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Java or some place similar. These slides were not organized well, a legacy to a friend from a relative who took a lot of shots wherever he was posted in the Army.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rather impressionistic, to me.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse: You're an associative encyclopedia. Nice...
My association: Mishima's "Spring Snow".
Edited - Mouse: You don't follow me... that's how it is... but tell me where you have ended up at the moment you just froze in time. Where's that?
Great street photo next page. Or maybe just photo or copy of photo. You know the thing at the top of the next page at this moment. That thing. It. The it part of the M flow at present.
I could easily agree about 1. great and interesting 2. domestic and not interesting. But I won't.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'll have to look like that. For that. At that. Into that. Thanks, RT.
I don't follow you, though...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Street.
Not so street. Looks domestic.
Thanks for the music today, Gypsy. As always, it's greatly appreciated, highly relaxing, and entertaining as well.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rauha, baby.
Street.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Docks.
A wooden santo.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, neat cup with all the laguages...
wayyyyyy back, before that was in style, as common, i used my dictionaries to make word-shirts, etc,and cards, with multi-languages, i love it...
i always loved the sound of many languages and of many musics, :)
i was learning 70 languages at once, long time back, and all those dictionary stuffs and tapes, etc...
would read french, spanish, portgues, italian,one day...
then,gernman, norwegian, dutch, danish, and something or other, another day...
hawaian, tahitian,pideaon, etc,
russian, bulgarian, slovenian, polish, etc, another day...
sure do NOT know much of anything of it anymore, :(
stopped when i was getting divorced and had to finaly get rid of all
my lovely books... i used the bibles, as reading, as the psalms
made great reference points, to KNOW what was reading , as i llarned more
nouns and verbs, etc... :)
sure miss it, but i have not the time to go back to it...
i even had mongolian and tibetian,i loved the tibet alpabet, :)
the yiddish was fun, the gaelic was differnt and a neat journey,
there was arabic arabic, urdu, persia, etc...
wow, so many, :(
turkish... greek, oh my...
well, it was fun... like cracking little codes, :)
good memory, though it neer amounted to anything:
was MORE important just being a mom, back then, :)
and i NEVER REGRETTED that...
quite a climb, though! and fun...
gypsy:
love to hear all the music, gypsy,i just can't do on line stuff...
but keep up the great work on yor music adventure!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We're doing all this posting to please ourselves and certain people and then the nicest things happen.
Thank you for that reverie, neebee.
My heart's cockles warm when friends compliment and complement at the same time.
I'd like to say to anyone on the TACO that if you have something to share, please toss it into the bonfire here.
This isn't just a little campfire thingie--it's DE FLAMES, and flames will take anything and everything, eventually.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I've been asked about my Taco Sauce.
It uses basic ingredients, and I believe some vinegar is essential, but it's mostly the care with which the ingredients are prepared which makes it so tangy and piquant.
We have a master trail cook hereabouts who has her own wonderful recipes for the same, but I don't think I ever tasted no vinegar!
How's she do that?
She has the services of a sous-chef who works for free and knows some carpentry besides.
Lives on figs and dates, too.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Time for an episode of Spin and Marty
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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keep up the good work mouse. i'm lagging - could it be agranulocytosis?
time will tell
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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this is an autographed pic of the Original Mouseketeers, autographed by Mouseketeers Annette Funicello (who no longer signs), Tommy Cole, Sharon Baird, Karen Pendleton, Doreen Tracy, and Bobby Burgess.
Why wasn't Mickey present, though?
Nobody thought to say the magic words,
Lum de lum de la ey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpLVyZVRw3w
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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i think Mickey is there in several places, it's Magic who was the no show
jug band music 2008 - Elephant Revival (no thimbles were harmed in the making of this video)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 03:04am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
One of neebee's hey there say "no problem" problems.
I'm a firm believer in dreamcatchers. And their efficacy.
It's literally all in the mind.
The rest is up to you.
"All I have to do is dream, dream, dream,
Dream, dream, dream..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 07:56am PT
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Because Bill Dolt Reuferferaux was stationed at Castle AFB he's a local climber from even before I got here. So now that I've had the experience of meeting his little unsung darling daughter and got to see her first exposure to Yosemite and a view of Arrowhead Arete in the early morning light, and now having read (well, I read part of it, I'm saving the rest for dawn, believe it or not), I felt this should be said, but I wrote it instead. Say it, sing it to the tune of Sam Stone. And remember, little pitcher, big ears.
THE LOCAL HERO
Daddy must have suffered.
Well, sweet songs hardly last.
It's the sadder ones which seem like they endure.
Wish he hadn't buffered
All the lost joy in his past:
His pain he stilled because he'd found no cure.
All The Best, PurpleBee.
You've been through the worst.
And so the morning breaks like two black rubber tires.
You'll get to be free
From your deep down thirst
And find that damned key to your inmost desires.
"Let's see. That's breaking traction, exhibition of speed, doing way over the limit all the way back to Crane Flat, erratic manipulation at high speed, and failure to signal...um, ten times, easy...and what's that white substance in the bag? Are you by chance a rock climber?"--excerpt from Tales of Piss Fir Willie, Ch. 12/An Odd Traffic Stop
InTO THE WILD DOLT YONDER
Here's a toast to the host
Of those who love the vastness of the sky!
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue;
Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true;
If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue!
(Out of the blue, Dolt!)
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
This is what is considered to be the "odd verse" in The U.S. Air Force, which song used to be titled as Army Air Corps, by Robert M. Crawford.
The third verse ("Here's a toast...") has a different melody, and a more reverent mood than the rest of the song to commemorate those who have fallen in the service of the Air Force and the United States.
This verse is sometimes performed independently of the other verses. The third verse is sung by itself as the Air Force Academy's alma mater after most Academy sporting events. Most notably, it is sung after games against rivals Army and Navy, when the teams combine to participate in the singing of both Academies' alma maters.
The third verse is also traditionally sung by Academy cadets and graduates to honor the passing of a fellow cadet or graduate.
Semper doltishness!
Semper farcissimus!
Semper Mort Hempel!
I defecate Avalanche--"Frontier Psychiatry" on the next page to Mister Bill dOLT.
It'll put juice on your chin. Hear the carrot talking?
Joe Bob says, "Lie Down on the Couch and Check It Out, Check It Out."
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 10, 2013 - 09:42am PT
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i got a bird that whistles, i got a bird that spys
From stratospheric capability to "nano" technology: DARPA is sponsoring research in a new class of surveillance craft that mimics biology. The challenge: a two-wing flapping aircraft capable of controlled, precision hovering and fast-forward flight, like a hummingbird. Unlike a real bird, AeroVironment's Nano Hummingbird also carries a video camera.
The hand-made prototype has a wingspan of 6.5 inches, and has a total flying weight of 2/3 ounce -- less than the weight of an AA battery
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 09:55am PT
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Show me a fly that can do the Bird.
Show me a bird that can do the Fly.
Show me a bird that doesn't whistle when it's flying at sub-sonic speeds.
Didja see that? Didja hear that?
Tommy?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 10:07am PT
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I wish I could be a Flyy Girl.I wish I could fly.
I wish I could do the Fly. If I wanna be a Flyy Girl, I gotta learn to do the Fly. Everyone's learning how. That's the buzz...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 10:30am PT
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Rice and corn (maize)
Rice and corn have generally been considered safe grains for celiac patients, although once again there has been lack of rigorous, controlled, scientific study of these grains in relation to celiac disease, especially with up-to-date methods. I am not aware of any major evidence against their safety during the past 50 years. There are people who are sensitive to rice and corn and probably to any grain. Some have clearly allergic reactions, such as respiratory difficulties or skin wheals to these grains, but gastrointestinal symptoms, such as diarrhea, might result from allergy as well (Janeway et al. 1999). If we accept celiac disease as being properly classified predominantly as a Type IV hypersensitivity mediated by T cell responses, there is also the possibility that celiac disease might be combined in a given patient with immediate hypersensitivities, such as allergies (Type I), to wheat or to any other grains, including rice and corn. Intestinal biopsy might pick up the celiac disease, but not necessarily other sensitivities. As far as I know, these potential complications have not been well studied or well understood. It seems unreasonable, however, to suggest to a celiac patient who indicates that he or she responds badly to a particular grain or food other than wheat, rye, or barley, that he or she is imagining things. Adverse reactions to what I shall somewhat arbitrarily term safe grains for celiac patients may not be common, but they do exist. Such adverse reactions should be the subject of more research as to the mechanisms involved.
Hey Tony! Whaddya think, man, like, what's in the spangles on the dance floor? Do I gotta worry when I do the hands-on-the-floor routines?
I dint order no kool-aid...is this kool-aid?
We got our own dancing going' on over here, zBrown. Rangoli helps.
'Rangoli' is a Sanskrit word which means a creative expression of art through the use of color.The word rangoli may also have come from "rang" (color) + "aavalli" (row), which means row of colors, or from rang+avalli, which means creepers of colors. Basically, Rangoli is the art of drawing images and motifs on the floor and walls of one's home using different color powders. Designed with a beautiful combination of various colors, the Rangoli images create an enchanting piece of art. Basically a floor painting, a rangoli image stands for a sign of welcome. The main purpose of making rangolis in diwali is to welcome Goddess Laxmi, the Goddess of wealth, to individual homes apart from warding off the evil eye. The art of rangoli is known by different names in different regions such as "Rangoli" in Maharashtra, Alpana (in Bengal), and Kolam (in South India). Although Rangoli has its origins in Maharashtra, today it is practiced everywhere. One of the most popular arts among Indian women, rangoli is an age old custom of India, and practiced all over the country.
The Rangoli designs are passed down through generations, with some of them being hundreds of years old. Though the designs vary in different sections of India, the basic approach is common. The designs are geometric and proportioned. It has been a tradition in culturally rich India to draw Rangoli on the festivals and other auspicious occasions as it is considered a holy ritual. There is a unique relationship between the festival of diwali and rangoli. Diwali is a major festival of India and drawing rangoli on diwali is a part of diwali celebrations.
The patterns are made with finger using rice powder, crushed lime stone, or colored chalk. They may be topped with grains, pulses, beads, or flowers. Since the entire objective of making rangoli in diwali is to welcome Goddess Laxmi, small footprints coming into the home, representing the footprints of the Goddess, are also made. Rangolis can be of any size, from the size of a doormat, to the covering an entire room.
Though making of a Rangoli is highly dependent on the preferences and skills of the maker, lines are always drawn on one finger movement (rangolis are always drawn with fingers) and frequently, the mapping of the rangoli is done with the help of dots, which are joined to form a pattern, and then the pattern is filled with colors.
One important point is that the entire pattern must be an unbroken line, with no gaps to be left anywhere, for evil spirits are believed to enter through such gaps, if they find one. In an expert hand, the images created are elaborate and look as if they are painted. In India, this art is temporary. Each rangoli design generally stays for only a day or two as it is often redone as a part of the daily routine. Certain designs are created on special occasions such as weddings and religious festivals like Diwali.
Read more at http://www.theholidayspot.com/diwali/rangoli.htm#ARAbxIUckU7jxYe0.99
That was a nize dance number you posted on the Enjoy Life with good old leggs...
Here I could say we enjoy life with good old bum legs...
Plus some in Fossil Climber's instance, except for that thing he pointed out...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 11:14am PT
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Patterns.
Dancing.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 10, 2013 - 11:19am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 01:26pm PT
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Nemo, meet FEMA.
Storm footage.
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=4376792628960
I heard from Bevin last night. She's okay, but there's a load for you to shovel in Brooklyn if you care to.
5-hour Energy, anyone?
I'd think about hibernating.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2013 - 01:34pm PT
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A magical afternoon in the Courthouse Park neighborhood.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 10, 2013 - 10:23pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2013 - 03:20pm PT
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Too bad for Christopher, going over to the Dark Side. I didn't know he was a Ravens fan, too.
My Grandad was named Leonard for King Leonard I & ONLY, who used to sign documents, announcements, caveats, and promulgations that same way. I had no heart to tell him there were no Ys in Latin script. He came back with Yada-yada, they all say that, but he was firmly in the Ys camp, which made him a Ys man.
And then there were Lynnrd Skynnehead, NYW Rave, and Yo Tony, NOW.
KYOS radio. All Latyn, all the thyme, all the to-dos.
Phil Ochs/The Power & the Glory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZelYGi5ZTPw
Phil Leherer/Poisoning Pigeons in the Park
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhuMLpdnOjY
PAGING PHIL BIRCHEFF!
I've had my Phil on Glueberry Hill and now I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck...
That's better...Lenore jabbed the cop in the neck and all he's got is "Yaargh?" Weenie! It's painful, though...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2013 - 03:59pm PT
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Thank God for Yuba Waz!
We all need a name, first, and a mantra second.
You can change a name, and your mantra is mutable, if you choose.
And your icon. And your toothpaste brand.
And the beat. But you'd better let the others know somehow.
Music for Makin' Bacon/not your TJ Brass
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul1nsEsamAM
I received this "obvious objet" in the post last night (flat, appr. 12 X 24 in heavily-taped cardboard, from a well-known artist on ST) and the manager gave it to me just a few minutes ago.
A package? For me? What's it got in it?
Quelque-choses pour moi?
Merci bien, neebee.
Lettuce open it!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2013 - 04:39pm PT
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I know this sounds whacked out but I wondered how Yuba was going to affect the outcome of this package-opening.
It is a beautiful painting of Boomer with his string of fish.
I'm so stunned you could put me on a stringer. I'd have the same expression as the fish.
The silhouetted oaks in the sunset are just like what you see driving home from Lenna's, Sonora to Merced at sunset; or, if you are Tim, our brother, driving home to Jamestown from Merced Falls after meeting with fishermen needing his guide services and boat. Or, if you are returning, as Boomer did countless tims, from a round of golf at Twain-Harte or Phoenix Lake, the sunset's just that way, Blue Moon in the Sky or not.
When Boomer was a budding managerial trainee and filling various low-level tasks for Pacific Tell & Tell, one job he had was to travel to Yuba City and Marysville to help assess PT&T needs there during the Christmas flood of 1955. He was gone from Sacramento for several days, leaving Mom and the Mothers of Maryal Drive to cope with their own minor flooding from backed-up gutter drains. (The clogged gutters led to the creation of Maryal Pond, the waters of which soon drained to the American River.)
I've learned to respect the Yubans, who kept having to dodge the flooding Sacramento River every few years because they live along the Yuba River, which can heavily influence the Sacramento when it rises. Some of the Sacramento flooding is now supposedly "controlled" by the use of by-passes and less reliance on dike-extension.
Anyway, neebee, the Boomer 'likeness' is just fine--it's a good smile--and it was a shock to see it the first time, which says something, but not of any consequence, so forget it, it's not critique time, anyway--but I'll adjusst. My blood pressure. Must...sit...
Be happy. Like a musical, moveable fish-on-a-plaque on the wall singing Bobby McPherrin.
Well, say there, thanks for the "surprise thank you."
5.8, let's go to the frame shop.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 14, 2013 - 07:39pm PT
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hey there, say, mouse..
i was so sad, the way you shared about boomer's passing..
i love my dad, so i sure understand...
but all the things that you shared about him, made it all
the more real,as to your loss...
could not buy canvas then... so did nothing...
well, after all the neat things that you do for others,
and the wonerful surrise fruit...
a very nice thank you was in order, trouble was:
i did not have canvas, but my NOW i had a board!
thus, the board, :)
however, sadly, i did not have a good copy of boomers
pictur... was too fuzzy, so i felt bad... seem it
passed inspection, though..:) and touched the heart...
by the way:
the moon is a golfball.... :)
and you must have spotted the 'shoot the moon' garden, by now, :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 14, 2013 - 07:56pm PT
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hey there say, brian.... also, say, you can just find a cheap frame at the thrift stores, really... some can be pretty neat and a lots cheeper/cheaper... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2013 - 08:21pm PT
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That's cheaper,no question.
A little cheeper told me son
It's still a bargain if I do
Buy another frame or two
For the inflated price of one.
Q.E.D. Why settle for just one?
You can't take that sort of economy to the woods, Dad. I thought we'd discussed that.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 15, 2013 - 03:04am PT
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hey there say, cosmic...and mouse...
thank you...
here is a view of it with a frame edging and at tad more light...
might help the details?? how a bit ...
right under his dad, is the garden of all the hearts/heart flowers and one
spade, for the queen, in his 'shoot the moon' collection..
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 15, 2013 - 09:13am PT
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flames AWAY
RT? Your guess is as good, if not better, than mine.
RollingThunder
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2013 - 01:21pm PT
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Function and style are fitted perfectly together: This antique chimney is a Flames container of sorts. The house is located on a corner of Merced's Courthouse Park and houses a very large family.
All lawyered up, too.
Morse, Morse, and Morse only gets worse and worse, it would seem--one of them is Merced County's District Attorney, who is fair and open-minded, not a man to be judged by his cover, were he a book.
This looks like its an easy chimney.
And it is, at first. It sucks you in until you arrive at the cornices.
Function and style and wisdom and experience all created an antidote to an old shopping complaint, which is helpful in some climbing sits.
It helps, when you back off this climb, to place the paper sack over your head. It's on a public thoroughfare, after all.
Me, I go over there at night and just hang. The older I get, the less bold I become until it seems almost all experience is like drinking de-caf coffee. Why bother? It's why you see so much of me here, practicing my typing.
Function and Style is/are open twenty-four and seven and are wishing you a very fine day.
The Hands of Time Shoplifted My Memory
Critical thinking coupled with
Casual observation show that
Comparison shopping days are over, suckers!
Just toss it in the bag and go, go, go!
There's no time to worry over pennies
Just to try ro save some dough.
Those were roses, by the way,
Which you just rushed past, f*#kers,
But didn't sniff,
just sniffed at.
And those were the days, so fine:
All gone too fast
Compared to now,
When all you have is a little bit of memory
And lots and tons and gobs
And hours and days and even weeks (sigh) of empty time.
Make great memories for yourselves.
No one else can or will.
Tell us all of Jack and Jill
How they came falling down the hill
And try to set those tales to rhyme.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 15, 2013 - 01:46pm PT
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hey there say, mouse....
oh yes!! i must agree! ... when my kids were little they DID want to climb these, too!!
(course, well, so did i, but figured i'd best stick with trees) :)
love them ol' old chimneys... good memoies, too, from old houses here in, of recent, that had them...
*the few we saw, were in calif.. and then the older rougher looking ones, were from a few old farm houses, in south texas...
thanks for the share...
happy good day, as i get back to work, around here.... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2013 - 02:47pm PT
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I must say your picture of your painting is better by far
IN COMPARISON TO
the picture I took of the picture you painted.
Sometimes clarity suffers in comparison.
Vision tunnels.
Samenesses are expected and differences are high-lighted.
As long as we are talking of apples, oranges, bananas, and chimneys, let's have us a sacrifice! Let's all give up what foods we really can't stand for Lent, now it's Lent, speaking of Lent.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2013 - 07:34pm PT
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Post card from Santa Cruz, CaliforniaThis is the first side.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2013 - 07:39pm PT
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The second side.
I recall a drive into the San Lorenzo, Gypsy.
Dolores and I and you and Randy.
There were some awfully large steelhead in those pools up there.
It is a mighty strong memory, the fish so huge in that small a space.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2013 - 02:16am PT
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My town's ranking in polls was a topic once. I felt a need to defend the place when I saw the comments. It can indeed be a shititty place to live.
http://articles.latimes.com/1999/sep/24/news/mn-13489
http://articles.latimes.com/1999/
I used to ride to the college along the trees on M St. on my bike back in the nineties when this flock was just taking hold. Had to be careful at night, for sure, when they'd all roosted. They are not around any longer.
Now, years later;, I live in the Tioga, home to hundreds of pigeons, the descendants of European Rock Doves. Didn't know that?
And the park two blocks away is loaded up with crows at night. The problem is that the town has lots and lots of trees and the surrounding area is relatively barren of roosting possibilities, I suppose.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 17, 2013 - 06:02pm PT
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Take all those little pieces of chips that are too small to dip with. Pour 'em into a bowl. Cover them up with the salsa above. Stir it up. Slap on a heavy layer of sour cream. Eat them like cereal with a spoon.
Wash down with a couple of those Sierra Nevada Torpedo Extra IPA's.
You'll live at least long enough to collect medicare and social security.
If you were married for more than ten years, then whose social security to collect becomes an issue. If you're gonna live till 90 (I certainly will) then it makes sense to defer collecting your own till age 70 and collect your share of the ex-wife's. For all you twotimers out there, sorry you can only collect on one.
Gotta run and get bucket to get the baby some beer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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http://likethedew.com/2009/07/31/bald-mountains-another-unique-endangered-southern-treasure/
I packed a pair of saddlebags and threaded the stock lock through the staple on the post door and clicked it fast and left a not. Be back shortly. Time was measured differently back then.
We set out on horseback up the trail to the Lizard Bald. Claire led. And all the way, I watched her hair fall against her back and admired the way it caught the light and shifted with the movements of her horse over the raggedness of the trail. The passway was full of rocks and went tacking up the mountain and we crossed the creek a dozen times. The leaves on the trees hung heavy and dark on the limbs from all the moisture. The whole world smelled like pulling a mossy smooth stone up from a creekbed and inhaling its fragrance. Toward midday the sky was like blue cloth faded nearly white from many washings, not a cloud in sight from horizon to horizon. By afternoon it rained out of black clouds like pouring piss from a boot, a common simile the tenor of which I have never understood. And afterward it was so foggy in the woods that you could hardly see your horse's ears ahead of you. Then the sun began setting, casting yellow and red beams through breaking clouds. Twilight went on for such a great while that you began to suspect night might not fall at all. If there was a time of year to be young and roaming the mountains, this was it.
We reached the bald at moonrise and built a small fire. We had decided not to cook and ate only water crackers with soft cheese and hot-pepper jelly. And four new peaches that Claire contributed, which we ate out of our hands like apples, fuzzy skin and yellow flesh both. And then we lay in a nest of quilts in the long grass and watched the Green Corn Moon ride slowly across the luminous arc of sky, looking so much bigger and softer than any of the winter moons that you could hardly believe it was the same orb. The horses grazed in the distance with the dew dark on their backs. I remember, sometime before dawn, Claire shrugging from the blankets all naked, her bare shoulders and tapered back blue in the moonlight, the tall grass silver and fallen over in long heavy skeins like a woman's hair. She wandered out to take in the view and came back under the blankets shivering, dew-wet all down her legs. We lay talking all night together until the first color of morning, and then we slept an hour or two, and when we awoke, everthing below was a white ocean of fog. We boiled coffee atop one of only a few sunlit islands. And then the fog lifted out of the valleys and the folded world revealed itself and went on as far as the limits of sight permitted.
--Thirteen Moons
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2013 - 11:00pm PT
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Meanwhile, back in Merced.Arbor Gallery is closed Monday. These are in the window adjacent to the Multicultural Arts Center/Arbor Gallery. Henry DuPertuis is a much-respected architect and artist in town.
There is an exhibit, concerning RED, which I've not seen yet, in the Arbor Gallery...
These are trees surrounding the Federal Building on 18th St. which I've always liked. They came with the building, I guess.
And across the street, some tilework I've shown before, just not the detail.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 19, 2013 - 12:19pm PT
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Yeah them steelhead; but that had to be pre-1980 and I doubt they run like that anymore...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 19, 2013 - 01:07pm PT
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Nice passage, Mouse. Peggy Lou was my Claire on our mountain adventures...minus the horses.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 19, 2013 - 01:12pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 19, 2013 - 02:15pm PT
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Meanwhile back in North Carolina for my own visual of the fog near a "bald".
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 19, 2013 - 07:20pm PT
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Daniel
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2013 - 08:10pm PT
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I got out at noon and went for a walk. When you take a camera on a walk, it is less work. You are pre-occupied with the shots, and not with how tired you may feel. So you may cover less ground but enjoy it more. I know I'm onto something here.
And the reason I wanted to take the camera is the new underpass on G St., one of the major ways to cross the RR tracks and Bear Creek to get from Hwy 99 to the northside of town, the hospital, Merced High, Merced College, and the UC campus. M St. and R St. still cross over the Santa Fe tracks, whereas the passengers heading south on Amtack see this sign on the way out of town at the underpass.
It is richly decorated, and worth seeing up close, IMO. We Mercedians are trying to live up to our image as a Gateway City to YNP, as you can tell. But we are also celebrating our diversity and our livelihoods, which are due mostly to agriculture, of course.
Views from the southeast side of G St.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2013 - 08:21pm PT
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And here are views from the north side of G St.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2013 - 08:34pm PT
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I got these photos and walked up 21st Street taking shots of older homes and got downtown just in time to be greeted by the rainstorm that had been threatening all day. So I ditched into the Arbor Gallery for a view of their Red Exhibit to wait it out and chat with the lady in attendance, who said that the next exhibit will be Blue. I wondered if yellow were the next color, and she asked why yellow? I said Jasper Johns, of course!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2013 - 08:52pm PT
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And this double rainbow just a few minutes ago.
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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Feb 19, 2013 - 11:27pm PT
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Thanks, Mouse. If I haven't already posted this thought I'll do it again. You are one dude that I want to meet. I hope we can share a pipe and a fire someday. Thanks again.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 20, 2013 - 02:01am PT
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That's redfully cool Mouse. TFPU!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2013 - 02:05am PT
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You'll observe the notification @ the County Fair, which gives us a color theme.
The woman in attendance at the Arbor Gallery told me that their exhibit colors were red, blue, and white, not yellow. It was a lead-in to the Fair's Veterans theme.
Doh!
It's good to know the new high school's almost done, even though it may seem we don't need it, right yet. We will be glad to have it soon enough.
Thank you, Evel.
Ditto, Marlow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 20, 2013 - 08:16am PT
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nice trip report(s) mousie
i'm riding the rails to LA today, first train trip in quite some time
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2013 - 10:14am PT
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She's very good in art class. This is one of hers called "Deck the Walls."
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2013 - 11:03am PT
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hey there say, mouse.... wow, this is a very speicial share here...
i am going to see if there is an article to seee about this train accident, :(
wondering if the art was done way back then, or added later...
there is beautiful artwork on it... i wonder how many folks daily,
ever stop and wonder, (those that have never seen,the bridge, before) even some locals, about the history of this...
thanks for the road trip NOW that i can see the pictures...
some have not showed yet... the close up of the woodpecker/flicker
feeding babe, i think, is the last one that i can see... so far...
will be back...later...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2013 - 11:21am PT
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neebee, the tile and all the art work is the project of this lady, Monika Modest, who also is responsible for the tile display at Bob Hart Square in downtown, from the earlier tour around Christmas.This project was only possible with great patience shown by commuters, who were forced to crowd into the other arteries. Oh, and the Feds and RR helped.
It was gratifying that last night I mentioned on Facebook that the image of the Merced Courthouse on the south side "gallery" is getting caked with deposits and the former chief of police saw the comment, and then took it to the city council for fixing last night. Boom! Problem taken care of!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2013 - 11:23am PT
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hey there say, mouse....
and all...
i FOUND a link, as to the building of the bridge, and all the tech stuff to drain the area, surveylance for to protect art from vandals...
some of the artists mentioned, a survivor, and a few more interesting
notes on the opening ceremony...
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2011/11/30/2140292/public-invited-to-array-of-opening.html
will put some of the bits in quotes in just a few minutes:
wow! as to this:
The underpass is the largest road project in the city’s history. It involved the complete reconstruction of the railroad crossing, the installation of 45 pilings to hold the bridge and the construction of a massive storm water drainage system. In addition, the project involved rerouting sewer and water lines, along with moving natural gas lines and power poles. The completion of this project means that Central and North Merced residents can move without having to stop for train traffic. Before the underpass, police, fire and other public safety vehicles in Merced spend up to two hours each day delayed by the trains. The City can have up to 42 trains a day cutting through town. The only overhead crossing for the BNSF railroad in the city is the two-lane Bradley Overhead on the edge of town that is more that is more 70 years old and gets closed in the winter when roads are too frosty or icy. (It is now being rebuilt) The next nearest crossing is 10 miles away. The $18 million project is funded by: California Transportation Commission $9 million Merced Redevelopment Agency $4.8 million City Public Facility Financing (Impact fees) $2.3 million Burlington Northern & Santa Fe RR $1.9 million In addition, the city spent another $2.4 million for improvements in the project area, including a $1.1 million water line replacement. No general fund money was used in the project and the funds could not be used to pay for personnel such as police or fire personnel.
note: there is an area in south texas, next door to where i used to live: train would shut off half of the town from reaching our area, for 20 min stretches, upon more 20 min stretches, etc... safe thing, was, though, you could see it coming for manyyyyyyy blocks down the road...
the article starts this way:
i went from back-end finance, to front, :)
un-Star staff (news share was nov 2011)
The city of Merced said the public is invited to tour the G Street Underpass before the formal dedication ceremony at noon, Saturday, Dec. 3. The road will be open to pedestrians at 11 a.m. so that people can see the modern marvels normally hidden from view. Later in the day Mayor Bill Spriggs and former Mayor Ellie Wooten will ride in the vehicle that will be the first car to drive under the underpass. Local students will be involved in a ribbon cutting for the sidewalks that lead to an elementary school and a middle school. Staff and contractors will be on hand to show the huge storm water pumps that would drain the underpass in case of a heavy rain, explain the network of pipes buried below the asphalt and the electrical system that provides all the power. Artists Kristan Robinson and Monika Modest will be at the underpass to discuss their artworks that will be decorating the underpass walls and City staff will also be available to discuss the surveillance cameras that protect the art, and other features, from vandals. There also will be information tables on Neighborhood Watch, recycling, crime prevention, fire safety, transportation available during the event. The road project has its roots in a tragedy occurring almost 80 years ago. It was at the intersection of G Street and the then Santa Fe railroad tracks that a school bus coming from Fremont School was struck by a train. Seven students were killed and another 23 were injured. The tragedy on May 7, 1931 helped lead to the legislation that requires all occupied buses to stop at railroad crossings. One of the survivors of the accident will be on hand for the undercrossing dedication. G Street has been closed for the last 18 months for construction of an underpass at the Burlington Northern and Santa Fe tracks.
wow, last part of article, talk about TREES, :)
The project had a “finished” look earlier than expected when the paving schedule was moved up to October to beat the early winter storm that dumped an inch of rain on the city. Staff estimates work would have been delayed at least three to four weeks to dry everything out if the asphalt had not been laid prior to the storm’s arrival. Even after G Street is opened, additional work will need to be done, including installing an emergency generator, pouring concrete near the car wash and finish planting the 6,000 bushes and 200 trees that will decorate the project.
* wow, looks like they got done, just in time, without weather damage
edit:
wow, thanks mouse... i DID see her name on the article, and now i know
that she is teh TILE artist... wow, thanks....
neat new share, of yours, by the way, :)
more than 'by the way' now...
:)
aother old pre-do, link:
http://www.cityofmerced.org/civica/press/display.asp?layout=1&Entry=289
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2013 - 11:36am PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh my....
as to this:
It was gratifying that last night I mentioned on Facebook that the image of the Merced Courthouse on the south side "gallery" is getting caked with deposits and the former chief of police saw the comment, and then took it to the city council for fixing last night. Boom! Problem taken care of!
well, how about that, :)
:))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2013 - 11:49am PT
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Gypsy--
I saw your beech tree from Biltmore.
Here's a Quercus suber from Courthouse Park.
Cork is hypdrophobic. It's why it works. It's the most environmentally friendly bottle-stopper, too.
I don't know what this little guy sees in them. He thinks they are the Supermarket, probably.
Merced is a "Tree City" as proclaimed by the flag in the Square. Here's a page I found which may encourage you to put a cork in your space.
http://www.angelfire.com/ca2/diablobonsai/oaks.html
I don't mean that the way I intended it. :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2013 - 12:03pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
my mom and i always loved seeing the cork-trees...
we only seen a few, of course, but neat stuff...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2013 - 12:07pm PT
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It's clearing up outside and I may go for a jaunt to Applegate Park. And the rose garden. And Bear Creek.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Feb 20, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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You know this beauty has seen some serious jaunting... (note the plate)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 12:05am PT
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I'm so glad to be able to dance and boogie-woogie, even in the spastic style I've adopted from this terpsichorean genius, Elaine Travolta.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xi4O1yi6b0
It's been a loooooong day. But it was a Tony the Tiger day: Grrrrrrrrrreat!
I didn't quite make it to the River Hamble (Southampton), but I bade good day to Joleen and Heike at the Hamlet rehearsal, among many other things.
It's late and I need to sort things out, fix some pix, and enjoy the meal I just had.
A demain and it's great to see you all in good spirits.
Find me some Musically Migratory route to Rio de Februario, Okay?
Reilly, a topless '63? I love the whitewalls.
Cosmic, it's probably just me, but you remind me of Kim Simmonds, no sh#t. It must be soul.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 01:48am PT
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And the very next day the Merced Sun-Star's picking up on what I'm laying down. And the problem with the leakage at the G St. undercrossing has been referred to the City Manager by Big Tony D. It was brought to my attention this evening by a phone call from a friend, Marcel Simon, who saw the crew at work this morning on one side of the bridge. It's gratifying to know someone cared.
And today, like neebee says, it's energy to burn one day, one time of day, and another day, it's an all-nighter. It's one way.
I felt all energized after talking to Lenna, who called just after I posted last...
So here's a taste of what's to come from today's walk.
Manana.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 21, 2013 - 11:37am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
oh my, the wood duck... that will make nice set-up for
a painting that i been wanting to do... :O
now it's ME that is shocked, ohmy...
i have the best! swan pcs to paint, but the ones
of ducks, have no wood duck, and the water is NOT as
interesting as it is in your yours.. (wll do that in
spring, though) thank for the share...
i will turn some of it darker, for practice version
for this gal, that wants a painting... will do that,
acylic for her...
oh my, i sent out something nice, littl expecting, a nice
find, coming back my way.. this one, too, is going out, again, then...
and, on and on, the great advenure goes..
say, you shared these great find, and i know the good
lord has more to give you, for your on-going camera
adventure...
ps
my mom will love seing thoe pics of the underpass, i am going
to copy and share, but will give you credit...
their should be a website for that G-stree brdge, for those pics...
i did not fnd one... ask the 'in charge folks' if they'd let you
set a page up... or, wait, ..
not need permission, if it is not official...
title it:
my views of G-street bridge art...
(could make the pics tiny, if you have conern of others
using your pics??)....
oh well, just a thought.... :))
well, yep, this is my work day, as was part of last night--it turned out
to be a 'prep night' for today's work...
no computer or 'teach the brain day' today...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 12:40pm PT
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You use the duck and anything else that suits you and the same for anyone else. This forum's a gold mine and sometimes the treasure's in your head, sometimes it's only of value to the poster.
My adventures with the camerea here are setting me up for the ones I want to have In The Mountains, On The Crags, etc. It's that learning curve I spoke of earlier.
As to the braind-teachery you mentioned, neebee, my brain's getting taught to respond to photo opps and do it efficiently and with confidence and stealth, if need be. I am sure you can relate, as well, Gypsy and zBrown--you are both real good at the picture-taking stuff, to say the least.
I find cats are excellent targets on these walks, and birds are just where you find them. It's also non-foliage time and seeing things through a screen of branches is better than having them hidden by leaves. The birds aren't really here as the season's still early. Lots of early buds out now, too.
I'm hoping to repeat an adventure I had with the Rev two years ago last spring, when we drove out to the middle of the San Joaquin and were treated to the use of a viewing platform some twenty-five feet above the surrounding terrain. So we saw thousands and thousands of migrant waterfowl like snow geese and otheres from that spot. This was the result of purest happenstance, uh, God's wanting us to see the display. :)
And as far as IDing birds, well, I'm so new I thought that was a mallard, but you say wood duck. Good call.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 01:37pm PT
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Say it like Bambi. Bir-duh!
Yikes!
Happy hunting ground/sky.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 21, 2013 - 03:24pm PT
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Bob Dylan's caretaker's cat
Could be Suze Rotolo's cat
Could be Suze Rotolo's cat's offspring
Could be Bob Dylan's offspring's cat
Could be Bob Dylan's friend George's cat
Goodnight Irene.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 03:34pm PT
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Count 'em, kitty. Nine.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 21, 2013 - 03:40pm PT
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Oh wait
last train to clarksville
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 21, 2013 - 04:27pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
have not this:
terpsichorean since an OLD john wayne movie, where jerry van dyke danced
some 'city slicker' type thing...
...
now, got to get back to work, but as to cats, well now:
(gray one has extra large feet, due to extra toes, and on all four feet)
*course, at the time, they were behaving more like
'polite vultures' ;)
*yogurt, milk, chicken or fish, will do it every time, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 04:50pm PT
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Cats like the dark. They are midnight ramblers.
I like the Mick Taylor version of the Stones better than the later or even the earlier, just because he was a protege of John Mayall. It's just me.
But the song, it's the thing, not the singer, or is it?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 21, 2013 - 09:36pm PT
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hi neebee
that's a pretty fab five ya got there
no Calico?
mouse
I always liked the Stray Cats version of The Rolling Stones (or was it Elvis)
just like a train on the track - click-clack
clickety clack
anyway have you gotten yer Ya-Ya's out today and who put those jewels and binoculars on that mule
did ya hear that the flu vaccine didn't work in folks older than 64
tell me about it, if not for Jalapeno salsa, I might not be here today
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 21, 2013 - 10:24pm PT
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their nails are perfect
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2013 - 10:53pm PT
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From the walk I took yesterday.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2013 - 04:22am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
i just heard a few of those jukebox songs today,
when season the parakeet was listening to my ol' radio station, :)
interesing share... thanks :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2013 - 10:54am PT
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It's a slice of Merced life that harks back, way back, to when bars and pawns and sleaze of that sort crowded the downtown on Seventeenth St. from Sixteenth St., which is Business 99, aka the old Front St., fronting the Railroad. It was skid row and a few streets like M through J, had a bad reputation.
As it is, the place Gabe runs is home to a few odd mechanics, farmers and cool people from the downtown scene, like the owner of the Partisan Bar, and my friend Andy from Coffee Bandits and the like. It has the appeal of tiny and intimate and not a hint of Starbuckism.
You should know some Ponderosa lore, just to show Gabe your heart's in the right spot. Candy, the foreman, is the only cast member still kicking...
Bob Fuller never appeared on the show. In fact, children, and neebee,
Patrick Kelly called Fuller to his office in 1959 to offer the young actor an opportunity for a co-starring role opposite Academy Award-winner Ray Milland, in the 1950s detective series, Markham. However, Fuller quickly turned down the role because he wanted to be in westerns. He was David Dortort's second choice for the role of Lorne Greene's youngest son, cocky, impish Little Joe Cartwright on Bonanza, only he lost the role to another young, unfamiliar actor, Michael Landon.
Right around the same time, Fuller landed the co-starring role of Jess Harper on the NBC series Laramie, which ran from 1959 to 1963, opposite another of his best friends, John Smith, Hoagy Carmichael, child actor Robert L. Crawford, Jr., Stuart Randall, and later with another child actor, Dennis Holmes, and veteran actress Spring Byington. Fuller was asked to do a screen test for the character of Slim Sherman, and John Smith had originally been cast as Jess Harper. Fuller insisted he would be better cast as Harper, and after the screen test he won the role of Jess, while Smith got the part of Slim. The show was eventually aired in more than seventy countries.
Like that Slim.
That's little Paul Piana with the grin.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2013 - 12:13pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
thanks for the fun share!
yes, my twin buddies and me,have gone to see robert, quite a few times,back
when i had job.. they paid most of the trip and i paid them back each month, for hotel, etc...
we've always had a special meeting room where us an some other fans of his
work, get to hear all kind of neat stories!
we have had supper with him, too, and james drury and his wife, were there once eve, as well.. they are all very gracious with us all...
the phenomen(?) of how thousands turned out to see him in japan,
was really something... he shared that story, afer we asked him--japan even invited him back later... he said the turnout was like nothing
he'd ever could have been ready for--he was honored guest by japan...
the emporor and his wife, invited him... he was given a huge tour
beyond anything he'd have thought...
we always enjoy seeing him, at western festivals, and his wife, when she is there, too...
friends saw him in kanabe, but it was too complex a place to get to, to share my buddies' ride, so i missed out...
edit:
ohh, at festivals, questions and answer times, he is always asked to share how he turned down laramie, at first, since slim, didn't feel like the 'right part' for him... they asked him to come back, after that, and read for the part of jess... (which is what lead to the japan wave of fans)
jack webb, also, was nearly turned down, when jack webb wanted robert to
do 'EMERGENCY' (robert said, he'd not play a doctor) but as he said in his story of how this came to pass: you just can't turn down jack webb--he get's what he wants, and he wanted robert... (a whole newer generations, learned of his work, fresh this way, and not as to reruns of laramie, and wagon train)
(was good for us, too, as, i met another of my best friends at a festival--westner one--who NEVER would have known of robert's work, if she had not see it, on emergency, :)) so thus, she went to meet him, and met us, too, meaning, me and the twins) ...
god was definately at work, in all this!!!!
actaully, that first trip i ever took to meet him, was when i met my twin buddies, they are now my best friends, and three others, that i met, later, too.. was very special, gift from god...
the greatoutdoor connection, :))
is what does it!
EDIT:
say, mouse.... hoagey was a real treat to watch in that show...
a real treata! great stuff.... even played the paino a bit, :)
did not stay long through the series... it was said he
prefered being on the golf-course, :))
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 22, 2013 - 02:42pm PT
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all of 19 years old in that one.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2013 - 02:55pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... am working on the underpainting, of the family picture...
hmmm, okay:
hoagey, bogie, and becall...
went to the climber's fest, in fall...
'twas the most wonderful thing, that they could recall...
far better than an inner-walled mall...
course, this is make-believe, this story, so tall...
but if they' be here still, i'd reckon, to you all...
that most likely they'd agree, as, honest as an ol' tree gall...
that the greatoutdoors, and interesting climbers, that upwards crawl...
REALLY DO take first place, over man-made-shopping-buidlings, and
any on-sale hype or talking-drawl...
okay, back to work, for me...
had to get some climbing-content, in you see, :))
edit:
hey there, say, to you zbrown...
happy good day...
say, you can really do the math, and such...
not me, :(
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2013 - 03:15pm PT
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Say NeeBeeCee.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP6Z86iDFjU
That was real nice didaction and a very interesting reaction!
It gave us some badly-needed satisfaction!
Cue zBrown. Cue Gypsy. Cue Marlow.
Cue Tacoville.
Toto, we're not in Michigan anymore!
I can't math much, either. I thought I didn't thee the fifth puddy tat in thees photo unteel my friend George pointed out the last pair of eyes on the right. Names, please?
The three amigo rats are George's: Chopper, Master Splinter, and Houdini. George's cats fear the rats, and rightly so.
There is a fourth rat, a female, named STrawberry, who greatly despises the attentions of the males. But she's nice to people and George's daughter, Anita, especially.
Half of one of George's cat's claw and toe are gone, Chopper's doing. George has a snake, named Bo Jackson. The rats were intended as snake food, but they aren't breeding, so they are just burdens. I mean pets.
I can just imagine the tales of neebee's menagerie. At outside, Liz and I and Scott only had five cats and one dog at one time.
My favorite pets: Tigger the Cat, number two. George the Weather Loach from Berkeley.
Tig found his way back to the house several months after he took off in the bed of a neighbor's pick-up truck. George hid himself in the gravel of the aquarium for several weeks at a time and grew almost an inch on his emergence the first time he did so. He kept this behavior up, but didn't grow longer, only fatter. STrange fish.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2013 - 04:47pm PT
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The new vaporizer.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2013 - 05:03pm PT
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hey there, say, mouse....
yeah, stories,oh my... just silly little things, though, as, these ARE indoor crittes, so there is only so much they can do...
we DO place a non-musical type of musical chair... well:
rooms...
rotation, ;)
they can't all play nice together, :O
so at certain times:
cats to mudroom, dog to kennel under the ol' supper table, and:
parakeet OUT and SIMPLY FUNNY... too...
parakeet is 'season'...
rabbit is 'simply funny'...
dog is 'patty ann marie'...
cats are, in oder of recent pic you found:
dotty mancha (white, her black forehead spot faded/grew white hair)...
harper tyler mercy (long story, as to name)...
samson julius (not after san jose's orange julius drinks, downtown)...
bobby bob (pre-adoption loss of tail, or born that way)...
ursula ma-foi, back in the corner (another story) (however she doesssssss kind of have ursu feet, though that's another story) :))
here is simply funny... he is NOT afraid of height, apparently
he IS a climber...
seems patty ann marie will climb into bed, or onto sofas...
though she IS afraid of heights... well, at times...
the ol' parakeet, woud rather fly, than climb...
but he likes music, so he'd like gypsy's show...
edit:
emilia rat's'child, will have her picure up next... got to find it,
SHE is into ground surveying, but she loves climbing and heights, as well...
she's a real rat, when it comes to crawling... :)
here:
edt:
as you can IMAGINE... we have a variety of other 'tails' here, too..
:)
as to your quote:
I can just imagine the tales of neebee's menagerie
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2013 - 05:15pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... looks like you are doing dictation... ;)
well, got get the flames started in the ol' painting-spirit...
left this on, to check email, and i seem to have turned onto the ol'
supertopo trail.... and took conversing, into of commenting on
climbing threads, :))
well, that is what flames are for:
for to spark ispriation in folks, as to:
the past, present, or future,
so they WILLL FEEL MORE LIKE climbing... :)
inspiratons, do to being happy with history, or art, or critter, or music stimulation, as well as greatoutdooors on this thread...
or stimulation, as to not wanting to be stuck here, after reading all this here stuff.. on a nice climbing day...
either way, it will 'get a fire let, under' :)
thanks for the fun, today...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2013 - 12:36am PT
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Tonight was special: At the MCAC, Hamlet, the tragedy, soaked in red, while out in the Arbor Gallery the artists selling their wares there spoke to us in red tones through their work.
Here is the water-colorist, Helen Swickard, and her daughter Carole, who makes and sells her jewelry in the Gallery alongside Helen's paintings. I met Carole just tonight, Helen I met a few months ago.
Here is Helen's latest, the Yosemite Chapel and another painting of a child and a rabbit.
There is a mix here of shots from the play tonight, its rehearsal from a few nights back, and The Red Show on display in the Gallery.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2013 - 04:05am PT
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Tonight.
Practicing lights out the other night.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2013 - 04:08am PT
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From The Red Show in the Arbor Gallery.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2013 - 04:14am PT
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The play's the thing.
Famous quote from Shakespeare here, "Mirror, mirror, something tis of thee..."
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 23, 2013 - 01:55pm PT
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You've got a remarkable creative mind Mouse. TFPU. Do you add and subtract in colors?
More headbanging: [Click to View YouTube Video]
"... fockeeer... fockeeer... fockeeer..."
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 23, 2013 - 02:26pm PT
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Okay, here is my two cents (sense, since) for today--a photograph I took from the viewpoint at the Biltmore House.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2013 - 02:37pm PT
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"That'n's not real."--McCoy
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 23, 2013 - 03:47pm PT
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viva Los Vegas?
How I spent my summer vacation:
The Beatles - 1967 A Year in Pepperland
Label: Capitol Fake
NTSC
Audio Codec: AC3
Audio Bitrate: 256kb/s
Video Codec: MPEG2 720 x 480 29.97 fps
Video Bitrate: 3667 kb/s
120min.
Apple Introduction
Reporting 1966 raw footage
It’s so far out
Strawberry fields forever
Penny lane
American Bandstand
Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts club band
A day in the life #1
A day in the life #2
Paul & Mal in Dever
Alexandra palace
Paul admits to taking LSD
All you need is love #!
Our world
All you need is love #2
John’s Rolls Royce
John’s Caravan
London Airport
Jason Starkey is born
London Hilton
Eliston Station, Bangor with the Maharishi
Brian’s Death
Spotlight South West
MMT home movies
David Frost Show
New London Synagogue
How I won the war trailer #1
How I won the war trailer #2
London premiere
Man behind the Beatles
MMT trailer
Ed Sullivan show
Hello goodbye #1
Hello goodbye #2
Hello goodbye #3
Hello goodbye #4
Royal Institute Galleries
Apple Boutique opening
Beat club
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 23, 2013 - 05:50pm PT
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this may not have it all, but it's got the important parts
cat, Jesse James, Melton, Cipolina, The Novato Frank Bank, Roseville
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 24, 2013 - 07:38am PT
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Hey McCoy, it is as real as anything can be on the internet....
which ain't sayin' much
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2013 - 10:20am PT
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REAL nice, zBrown.
REAL strange.
REAL orange.
I REALLY don't know what to make of this.
All I know is that it's got meat and cheese and tomatoes and salsa and LETTUCE!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 24, 2013 - 12:55pm PT
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Today I'll write nothing on The Flames thread.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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Don't bet Jorasses on that.
5.9, let's go the coffee shop then go watch some bike races.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 24, 2013 - 06:43pm PT
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Orange sunshine
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2013 - 08:57pm PT
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I burn for it.
And, yes, Marlow. I do think in colors. It makes me blush to think you've discovered this...
But I think in black and white, too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 24, 2013 - 10:01pm PT
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Bob Dylan's climbing friend's cat
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2013 - 10:42pm PT
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No kinda doubt about who's got the best tick list here...
It's not the cat, son.
It's not? But that dude's eyes are red! He looks like he might have lots of ticks...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2013 - 12:19am PT
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Ang Lee, eye of the Piger, best direction.
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger ~ Four over
Crouching Tiger, Octo Pussy ~ Eight over
Tiger, Tiger, Lights Out ~ Game over
Let's go to Magnolia Thunderpussy & have a Montana Banana! ~ Game over
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnolia_Thunderpussy
If you watched the Oscars tonight, you may have noticed the weird "tribute" to fifty years of James Bond movies by the makers of Grey Poupon--the Rest of the Story.
Here's the rest of the Rest of the Story, which was shortened considerably, like about to 10% of the footage seen in this.
[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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Feb 25, 2013 - 02:08am PT
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Colourful, Mr. Marlow, as they say in Britain.
Cosmic Comic Opera.
I find that I like both of Fleming's iterations--Bond, of course, but James Bond is his equal in every way.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iwl33WbVGI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLe--0YHhYg
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bond James Bond is a different actor and a bad one. He's never had a credit, ever.
Note the resemblance to Putin. Note the resemblance to Daniel Craig.
Surrender reality at the door, but you may keep the piece.
You amaze and delight us, CC. Thanks.
Target practice on the parrot! Target practice on the parrot!
But first get your vision checked at the door along with reality.
Oil. That's the reality.
Another oil! Unreal!
Except for the signature on the boats, it was tough at first to belive these two were painted. From a distance, it's "almost hard to tell" that it's not photography--that is to say, you find yourself walking up and gaping. At least I did.
And Dwain,
Keep on truckin' cuz it's all you can do;
One way or another trials will soon be through.
Thanks for the ring, Precioussss...
Maybe the breast story of Oscar night, but I missed it. Wardrobe malfunctions are hard to catch, too, as I recall.
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/envelope/music/la-et-ms-oscars-2013-celebration-music-starts-we-saw-your-boobs-20130224,0,540466.story
^^^^
http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18fomws3sbov4gif/cmt-medium.gif
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2013 - 04:07am PT
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I'm giving a largo listen to Little Feat, John. Gracias, amigo, and hope your little feet be up and jammin' real soon.
Yes, tonight! Can't wait'll Tuesday. Is this the same Juanita whom Donavan sang of, I wonder?
This is some hand jivin', man!
I liked the song about Atlanta, really; being a Merced boy but a Bermingham mouse, big cities aren't scary, just not that much fun for me. Too many people.
Today, er, Sunday was race day downtown in Merced, but there was a noticable lack of spectators, mainly due to the small number of entrants and heats. It was pleasant wandering about in fair weather disguised as a photographer, mainly just observing;
but sometimes intersecting with objects and interacting with other people, kind of like one would expect, I suppose.
First, however, these are shots from the day before, featuring the Farmers' Market held a short walk from my home.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2013 - 11:25am PT
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 25, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2013 - 05:57pm PT
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common sense turned on it's pointy head.
Eva/Songbird
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFFo1pu4q7Q
Thanks to Largo we have found the voice of an angel, Eva Cassidy, who may have been Hoppy's favorite, had he listened to her. Williams-Boyd bit the dust in 1972, however, so it's not possible.
Grinning like stooges, the Innocent Bunch recalls their epic fist & pie fight with Glee back in Missoula. Oh yeah, they ganged up on him, and they were all hammered, but fights with climbers are trad, so WTF!
Yee-haw, Marlow! They're lookin' fer "That Phat Gal" tonight, Miss Marlene over at the Short Branch!
Black and White Monday is hereby extended into Black and White Tuesday, since I just got up for reals. I was tired after chasing bicycles yesterday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2013 - 11:37pm PT
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Ta-da!
eat yore heart out, Eddly
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 08:25am PT
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I have had this and another print of a deer mouse for many years. I think Randy Hamm may have given them to Dolores and I, bless his pointillist head. :)
I can't think who might have given them to us otherwise. Do you remember these, Gypsy?
Here's the other one.
http://indigodruid.com/galleryex/leonard/
I found this link and sent him a copy of the first one. There are more of his works shown on the link.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 09:40am PT
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Carnival
My chest is itching
The coffee was cold before I got here
My glance switches between the waitress’s face and the lack of steam rising from the cup
She leaves me
Out the window, there’s a carnival across the street from the restaurant
Children screaming at 9pm on a Friday
I was never allowed to ride the Ferris wheel whenever the carnival came to town
“Those things are held together with wooden nuts and bolts”, my father would say
We’d drive by in the afternoon and see them setting up the rides and attractions
Then later that night or weekend, I’d walk past the carnival and see the other kids playing
Some laughing, some crying, some stuffing their mouths with cotton candy and giant turkey legs
and ice cream
But I always paid attention to the attendants
These mid thirties white men in flannel shirts
Chain-smoking
Pieces of grilled cheese sandwiches
Stuck in their steel wool beards
Pulling levers with the blankest looks on their faces
Like they were somewhere else
I guess a paycheck is a paycheck if you’re one of them
But that made me not want to ride their rides
Even if my father would have allowed me to
If the people running the damned thing weren’t happy to be there
Then something inside me told me I wouldn’t be either
I guess that’s how I feel when I go to church sometimes.
--Brian W. Foster, Blackened White
http://www.theblackenedwhite.com/resources/Blackened-White-Exclusive-Preview.pdf
Talkin' to you!
Hey, Joe!
Not Jody and an Evil Twin.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 10:05am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 10:20am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 11:04am PT
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This book was going to go to a nephew, but he's since outgrown Thomas the Tank Engine.
Auf weidersehen!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 26, 2013 - 01:07pm PT
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Normally this is in color; but I wanted to keep with the black and white theme. Took this when I was still livin' in Santa Cruz
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 26, 2013 - 03:18pm PT
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hey there say, mouse, and all...
say, gypsy, very nice!!! i know that area, a bit, as we used to go there, at times, when my dad would go sailing, we loved santa cruz, so much!!
also, all:
nice black and white shots... and the old stuff, even nicer...
my folks had a few neat old pics, black and white, from back in the day,
and i even a few from back, 'just after the day'... :)
here is a few fun stuff from the snow, which at least,
thankfully, does NOT need to be cleaned up--at least here...
am only sharing these, kind of black and whites,
keeping the color scheme simple, to go with your black and whites...
GOT a yard full of goodies:
well, as of now, most of it has now gone to the dog:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 03:20pm PT
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That's gorgeous! And thanks.
The century-before-last was a huge one for this continent: it shrunk.
The rails went west, the steamboats raced, and we all walked more. It's always fascinated me how people get to Yosemite, ever since I first looked at the YVRR equipment in El Portal--the turning table, the coaches.
They came on foot, like Muir, and in parties like Hutchings before any established system of regular transportation came into play. But when the trains came, the steamboats had been here before, and they were used to get travelers out to Stockton so they could begin the final leg to Yosemite. These steamers were generally sidewheelers, not sternwheelers. The smaller width of the Sacramento and San Joaquin meant the turns were tight, so the side wheel came in very handy--it could negotiate a tight bend more quickly and safely.
Safety was secondary to speed, too. The captains of these were notorious for exhibiting speed. Here is an excerpt from a good book on the subject.
http://www.deltarevision.com/2011/historic-timeline/historic_maps/1850s_steamboat_races1.jpg
There were several injuries and deaths over the years from boilers exploding (even sitting in port at Stockton they could overheat) as well as the ordinary miscalculations of speed and distance. I know of no accidents in Merced County. There were several just downstream in Stanislaus County, one in which a boat sunk with a full load of grain in sacks from Merced County, which was refloated a bit later, so just the cargo was lost.
Our city of Merced replaced the small settlement on the San Joaquin called Dover on the list of sites for county seat because the RR came though here. The community of Snelling was the first seat, out on the Merced River. Then plans were to have Dover become the center of our grain trade by having warehoused grain in sacks ready to ship via steamer. The trouble with that is that not in all years is there sufficient depth of water to float a flat-bottomed boat of big enough size to carry enough to make a trip worthwhile or even possible. The Central Pacific RR was the solution, later becoming the SP. And tourists came on the train not to Merced, but to Berenda, south of here, and took a connection to Raymond, then a stage to WAWONA, or Clark's Station, as it was known first. Later, in about 1906, the YVRR started in business, carrying logs out and passengers and freight in to El Portal.
Thus the reason for the conjoining of two modes of transportation, the train and the steamer, in this morning's Flames thread. They are historical and part of the YNP story.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 26, 2013 - 03:32pm PT
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What can I say, I'm lagging
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 26, 2013 - 03:34pm PT
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This is an actual photo (most everything else seems to be postcards) of the Merced ferry and is actually very impressive to ses @ 2143 X 1650, but it doesn't fit well here. You can click to enlarge and should you choose to do so, you'll see two fellows in hats on the gangplank whom I believe to be MFM and Throwpie. There appears to be a small tab at the feet of Throwpie, but you have to double click to doubly enlarge to see it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2013 - 06:07pm PT
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Go ask Alice, she'll know what it is...
And you ARE trippin' cuz there are no ferries in Merced. Haven't been for a very long time, though there's a couple of names still associated with long-ago ferries here. There's Dickenson Ferry Rd. I think named for an old crossing on the San Joaquin, and Hill's Ferry, in the far north by Hilmar on the SJ, as well.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phillips%27_Ferry_%28Merced_River%29
^^^ But out on the Merced River by Merced Falls, near my brother's place, there are three sites which were used as ferry crossings, mainly by the north-south traffic along the Stockton-Millerton Rd., which forms the Mariposa boundary. These saw a lot of traffic from oxen-drawn wagons hauling copper ore, wool, and likely some heavy grain tonnage. The river itself, in certain years, was crossable in the winter during low water, before snow began melting.
The traffic to Mariposa used the Merced Falls crossings coming in from Stockton. Snelling was a busy place during this time period, between the Civil War up to the seventies, when the rails came through the new town on Bear Creek.
Only Morse, Morse, and Morse, nowadays, no more Ferries.
Some seedy pictures coming up in this next link.
http://www.google.com/search?hl=xx-elmer&site=imghp&tbm=isch&source=hp&biw=1280&bih=884&q=Ferry-Morse+logos&oq=Ferry-Morse+logos&gs_l=img.12...2136.14945.0.16701.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0..0.0...0.0...1ac.1.4.img.ol_aTu0BPZ0#imgrc=jsExQgk5XonpMM%3A%3Bca3v71yF5VgmnM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Ffarm4.staticflickr.com%252F3193%252F3026382777_172be7b934_z.jpg%253Fzz%253D1%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Ftofsrud%252F3026382777%252F%3B640%3B508
There was a route driven by mud wagon stage coaches which used to go through what is now Le Grand and followed the canyon of Mariposa Creek to Bridgeport, thence into Mariposa. From there one changed to the coach to Wawona (Clark's Station) and then into Yosemite Valley or the Mariposa Grove.
http://www.mercedmuseum.org/exhibits/past/le_grand_history.shtml
There are several good tales in this now rare book about the difficulties of flooding on Mariposa and Owens Creeks. One instance I remember reading about, though it probably wasn't in this book was of a stage driver who needed to get the coach across one of these streams in spate, so he got the passengers out, took the reins, proceeded to cross, but got stuck and the stage was toppled and he drowned. Things happen so fast, eh?
Another place on the Merced River, one of the lesser-know local crossings by Snelling, used only by locals at low water, was the scene of a young girl's drowning when she slipped out of the bed of the wagon and her dad couldn't get her in time.
Up the river, at Phillips', the Phillips lost a son when he was knocked over the side by the winch handle, I think.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tofsrud/3026382777/
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 26, 2013 - 07:30pm PT
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Oh wait, that's the Coronado Ferry and if I recall Coronado was the first Spainard to chance upon Merced back in the 1500's.
Francisco Vásquez de Coronado mistook it for the eigth city of Gold and was going to call it "de la Caballeria", but settled upon Merced when his first choice appeared too long to fit on the road signs of the day and the baby turned out female. Mr. Charlie told me so.
In Mexico, he married Beatriz de Estrada, called the Saint (la Santa), sister of Leonor de Estrada, ancestor of the de Alvarado family and daughter of Treasurer and Governor Alonso de Estrada y Hidalgo, Lord of Picón, and wife Marina Flores Gutiérrez de la Caballería, from a converso Jewish family.[2] Coronado inherited a large portion of a Mexican estate from Beatriz and had eight children by her.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2013 - 02:13am PT
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http://www.undiscovered-yosemite.com/wawona.html
So here is the next thing I found to post, concerning the brother known as A. H. Washburn. I had known for some time that, prior to setting up as hoteliers, the Washburns had some interest in the "town" of Bridgeport, on Agua Fria Creek, between Mariposa and Plainsburg, the principal center of business in south Merced County. It was a general merchandise operation, I thought, and this link says so.
http://www.mariposaresearch.net/BRIGPRt1867.html
There was very likely a teaming changeover here and a short rest for the passengers after the stage wagon ride up Mariposa Creek. And there was a saloon operated there, as well, begorrah!
I know not who T. J. Bermingham was, but I intend to seek the answer.
My great-grandfather is named Thomas Bermingham, but I can't tell you his middle initial. My take is that he came to the US from the Galway Bay with a brother who took sick and returned to Ireland, and this was ca. 1880, I believe. It may have been a relative, I don't know. First I've heard of this fellow. Sister Lenna will be able to fill me in tomorrow.
Boy oh boy, will she get "the bug" again? She did so much research on the family, as a good Mormon mom should, that I'd be surprised if she hasn't already come across this saloon owner. We shall see.
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KnitLit
Social climber
Fleece-on-Earth
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Feb 27, 2013 - 03:22am PT
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Mouse, your Nov. 17 "shout out to all STopian companions, partners, bottle-washers and seconds" finally reached this Flames Mama (pedigree courtesy of our dear departed rascal, Dennis Miller).
I'm delighted to debut in black-n-white as the shy child I once was in Dad's pride and joy, which was an early precursor of a Flamemobile, for sure.
Big hello to you, Gypsy (A million thanks, Gyp, for the photos you posted of Degnan's women, and Vic and me, from way back when!), Randy, Ariel and all the many wondrous spirits gathered in your Flames thread.
I have memories to share of Dennis, Cowboy Larry, Mollie, and Airwick too, but can't tonight. Got to zzzzz. Stay tuned...
Cheers, KnitLit ('cause I listen to lit when I knit)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2013 - 03:43am PT
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Hey, that's REALLY nit!
We Flames just became a real class act thanks to the intervention of the spirits. Man, you wouldn't believe the thoughts I've entertained about letting the old thread getting
a little predictable. Yeah, right.
but Flames by their very nature are not predictable. I'm not talking about the blast of a welder's torch, forced by pressure to burn at a desired temperature, but the flames of the
typical campfire, reaching out, shrinking in, flaring, popping, and smokin'!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sj6woqpmlj0
Welcome, welcome, welcome, Mama KnitLitSheiLitTheFire.
And when she's a Flame, she can be a Momma, a Mama, a Mamma, the choice is up to the particular Ms.
Sit where it's comfortable.
And God bless ya!
That's one spiffy ride, too! My dad also had a Model A following the War.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 27, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
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hey there say, mouse and all...
wow, i love the old ferry pic...
and i seeing that neat pic of knitLit and her sis, and dad,
in the neat old car!!!
happy to see you here, now, a new folks to hear from,
on this, too... :)
the old history is so fun to see and hear of...
thanks all!
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Gypsy
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NC
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Feb 27, 2013 - 12:59pm PT
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KnitLit
Social climber
Fleece-on-Earth
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Feb 27, 2013 - 03:06pm PT
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So, first, thank you all for a warm welcome. Next, I'm still metabolizing this enormous thread, Mouse. It's a tome! Bravo!
Now, about the reason I'm a Flame Mama. Dennis The Millis Miller: Indelible, infinitely hilarious, a savage mime, vulgar angel, never a dull edge unless he was comatose...the most endearing, infuriating, entertaining human being I've been blessed to know. He kept me pee-in-my-pants laughing all the way to Ventura and back in a rattletrap Flamemobile more than once with Spatz (I can hear D now, "Me and my dog, Spatz.") riding shotgun.
I wish D could have lived on, dismaying and delighting any and all as long as he would have chosen. Bless his heart.
I'll write more later today, like Cowboy Larry Warms His Socks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2013 - 03:19pm PT
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We all just kick back and try to get higher
Heart cockles warming like feet next to a fire
Our memories are kind of like moths to a flame
Sweet mirth overcomes all the forgotten pain
Sock it to me, Yarnspinner.
Millis the incredible, inedible, indelible cracked egg.
A person like Millis "is an endless struggle between light and darkness, like any painting."
"A good page of literature is one that can be read and enjoyed aloud."
"Literature and music exist in time: they have a beginning and an end. Painting and sculpture exist in space...Where does the Venus de Milo begin: in her navel,
in her breasts, or in her head? Where does an abstract painting begin: in the lower left corner, or in the center?"
"I dream that I paint, and I paint the dream when I wake up. On what side of reality will I be?"
quotes from the novelist/artist del Paso
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 27, 2013 - 03:30pm PT
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in the interests of improving the readability of this sometimes confusing thread, I have reduced the size of the motorized 1933 uni-cycle
however, something else is stretching the page size
Dr. Wilson will now be leaving the building - gotta go tally some bananas.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2013 - 04:01pm PT
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they are just widening the freeway, man.
South Bay, North Hollywood, West L.A., East of Eden Rock, man, you got bananas and cracked eggs all over the street, Plain Wrapper.
Better call the traffic checker.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5SmByZLYWs
I was thinking they could re-name Los Angeles as Lost Arrow.
Separated realities, like violet and red, not confusing if you read it all and comprehend that you are not Ed, Devoe, or Bob.
What's the view like up that avenue today?
I can't even see the foothills today.
Atmosphere, you see. Actually, you can't see...
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Feb 27, 2013 - 05:51pm PT
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Yes Los Angeles what would we do with out it.
They have been in last couple of weeks "Come and Experience Los Angeles" on commercials: all networks, explaining the sites like Hollywood, Downtown L.A. the oceans, the food and all the fun you can have.
The only thing they did not discuss/mention or say was the f*cking traffic. True if you do go you have to the know the timing not to get into it but still there is that fire truck parked way over in the
far, far right lane off the side of the freeway [405]; firemen eating lunch and everyone stops to see. Can never figure it out does Los Aliens have they never seen a fire truck before.
Back up for miles as soon as you get to the fire truck 70 miles per hour starts again.
The colour of the sky keeps changing over the years: they colour it, when it was brown they added additives to make it look grey, then that work for a while and now they add a blue tint.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2013 - 08:06pm PT
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A poem, by Henry Gibson.
Steinbeck Raised Me from the Dead and Sent Me to Heaven: Mice Story
In the good old days in Monterey, after Mouse’s plans had gone a-gley,
When the Beatles set the mode by producing Abbey Road,
Three young lads from old Merced
Settled there and bravely said:
“There’s an ugly, sucky world out there, it's fillin’ up with real bad air.
So we’re protestin’: see our hair?
Put us down now, we don’t care!
And stop killing Commies cuz it ain’t fair!”
Instead, they climbed the Pinnacles rocks, huffed and puffed and filled their socks
With little bits of stone debris, their torn-up trousers showed the knee,
They're awful proud to get to stand
Atop the fingers of the Hand.
College is great, yessiree, but Mouse could not wait for his degree.
He took his leave of MPC and settled in Yosemite.
He had his turn and now it’s your
Time to experience today’s Camp 4.
[Somebody else describe it poetically---I don’t live there now, you see.]
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2013 - 08:12pm PT
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Jay, man, you said it! It's enough to watch the Oscars once a year and NCIS/LA. Thank God L.A. isn't habit-forming.
I am talking you into going to see Tom R. at Bikers Field with Ben. I fully intend to make the trip. I wouldn't miss the opportunity to go to the Wool Growers.
We are going to the Wool Growers, not the Olive Garden, right?
"Peace."
Good thoughts, vibes, wishes, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 28, 2013 - 03:22am PT
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"Sometimes one's house burns up, and sometimes one's house burns down. It's all good!"--The Fire Marshal
So let'ss burn one, Misster. CosmicityJackontheRockssss-sah!
Edit: Would you kids shut the hell up up there, we're talking!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 28, 2013 - 04:29am PT
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One end of the visible spectrum.
Another end of the same.
You could put your eye out and miss the beginning and the end.
Would you miss the sunsight or the sunclipse more? The same? Worse?
Or reading?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 28, 2013 - 08:34am PT
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hey there say, zbrown....
sometimes an odd lone extra long link, somewhere, can stretch out the reading-window, too...
or, it could still be a large photo, back there...
thanks for trying... :)
knitLit:
neat hats... folks have used knit hats, all through
the past, in the treks of the great outdoors, ...
was seeing a bunch, as to sailors, and mountaineers...
i just found a neat one to knit for my grandkids...
it kind of has some artistic flare, to it...
hope they keep it in THEIR history...
i never wore knit caps, but they sure do work, against
the winter winds, etc... :O
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 28, 2013 - 08:37am PT
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hey there say, zbrown... and mouse...
i think THIS is the page-stretcher...
GO to this post--there is an extra long link...
you could separate it half way, ... folks will have to
copy and paste though, to get it to work...
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 26, 2013 - 11:49pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 28, 2013 - 09:49am PT
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Better now?
Or worse now?
Are they like, Better, Better, and Better? Or Worse, Worse, and Worse?
That's a sorry pun. I'm full of remorse. :)
Hmmm...woolen caps. WHERE have I seen eight-dollar crocheted caps for sale before?
It was in good old Berkeley, that's where, at the North Face, about the time we started seeing dreads on every other guy on the Avenue, and the hats were hand-made by Dolores, my wife. These were sold as "Aunt Ord's" hats, as that's her family's nickname for Dolores, "Ordie."
I suggested she try to make some money and they were easily-made and sold very well because they were all different and none were alike, too, and they were really warm and cheap. I hand-lettered the sale tags, but never had one of her hats myself, that I remember. I had my good old balaclava, which looks a little weird but gets the job done, especially nowadays for this old baldy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 28, 2013 - 11:05am PT
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Colorful and the pylon/support leg looks like fun...
Better get in some training.
Gypsy's out in one of the boats there.
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KnitLit
Social climber
Fleece-on-Earth
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Feb 28, 2013 - 11:31am PT
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Cowboy Larry Warms His Socks
As Gypsy recounted way back in this thread, re the winter of '71, I was one of four lucky women who lived that whole winter in the Degnan's dorm apartment. Praise everlong to Frank Donohoe, the coolest boss, for giving us rent-free (except for utilities) quarters in trade for our solemn pledge that we four would be on the spot to help him open Degnan's in early spring. We all drew unemployment by mail. No work, all play. Yosemite Valley. Words can't describe.
Naturally, Cowboy Larry Moore warmed his socks many afternoons in the glow of the one, tiny, electric heater in the apartment. He was there one day when Mary Lou Stuart and Mollie Felso, both folkies to the core in those times, put their favorite Melanie album on the stereo.
The Cowboy plugged his ears and gagged. "That ain't music!" He grabbed his boots and stomped out the door, grimacing, in pain. "That's pisswater!"
A little later, he cruised in packing a bottle of bum wine, "It ain't vintage Ripple, but it's gooooood Ripple," plus two albums the rest of us either hadn't heard or hadn't thought worth hearing, American Beauty and Moondance.
Oh, Cowboy Larry. That music, that winter afternoon -- and my first swig of non-vintage Ripple -- thrive in me, forever young, thanks to you.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 28, 2013 - 12:13pm PT
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Degnan's Dorms was my first introduction to the climbing "lifestyle". Once I understood, I was ready for action...and cowboy was there to sandbag me. If I could go back in time, I'd start there. Glorious youth!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 28, 2013 - 12:27pm PT
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I ain't be out on one of them high class boats on the Riviera, Mr. Mouse, I am hangin' out in this bergerie on a lonely mountain in the Castagniccia of Corsica (my soul is anyway--my body be in Appalachia -- and the locals pronounce that as if you were sayin' "I'se gonna throwd this apple at 'cha)
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 28, 2013 - 12:33pm PT
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I met Randy one winter's night in that dorm apartment with you four ladies. You had invited me to dinner--spaghetti most likely. Randy was there from June Lake. Terry and I had just returned from a backpacking trip so I was sitting there with my backpack still ready to go out again--or back to my cave. About 10 p.m. or so, Randy and I got to talking (and flirting). He told me that "he really liked to backpack more than to climb". (mark that down as a pick-up line from an artist). I said "well, we should go together sometime". Randy said "sure! when?" I said "how about now?" So we walked out the door and were together for 12 years until he died. That was one helluva long backpacking trip.
I loved Van Morrison's "Moondance" I used to sing it to myself when I would hike up the mountain to my cave that winter
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Feb 28, 2013 - 04:44pm PT
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Mouse: I will know this Monday the 4th if it is a go. But for sure Wool Growers. Knew the old family as well as the their kids who now run it, went there on the way home 3 weeks ago and found out after I ate one of the boys who I knew very well died a few years back. Hugh funeral. I was in a sad mood leaving and driving home. One thing that is great about Bikers Field ask anyone where it is they will tell you how to get there.
After 10 years thought for sure downtown L.A. would have some nice new High-rises. Nothing, understand the Koreans are going to put up the highest structure plus design looks nice. Just waiting for the Chinese to start building.
Trip was not all that bad little traffic at the right time and went by my old house.
Universal, MCA took over in the late 50’s, sold or part of it to Matsushita Electric think Sony Records got in somewhere could be wrong now owned by Comcast.
In the 60’s they made it into a theme park: tours, rides and the like. A few of the local kids and myself would make our tours at night when we were 10 years old and would last through high school. This would have been in the late 50’s and ending in “64. Patrol cars would come by and we would hide in the buildings.
The buildings were just fronts or props and anything done inside would be in the large studios. But a lot of them had the first floor with the trimmings. For some reason some of them went missing.
not in the original place they moved it. It was more or further down from where it is now. Plus all those buildings were not there as well.
The window that I would get out
There was never a gate number at the time but would climb the fence or cut wire next to bushes to get in.
Warner Brothers was just in the area as well
Pretty easy to get done and up from the LA wash [river] in Burbank.
Then when I finished taking those photos back on the road
Went to a private birthday party, actually his birthday was the day before but was with family and then the real party was the next night.
Bob Bain 92 years and still playing the other player was Jim Fox.
I recorded and video about 19 songs from the party but notice that to post it would have to use You-Tube; felt it best to keep it personal and not all over the net.
Bass player, Bob and Jim played from some of the list below, the best ones.
can hit the list to enlarge it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 28, 2013 - 08:25pm PT
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I used to live right across from Ozzie Nelson's house in Hollyweird.
I ran into this house one day on the other (valley) side of the hills. It wasn't haunted like Ozzie's, but it's very unique.
I also rode my mountain bike into the Universal "theme" park one day through a "seldom used entrance". I went out the main entrance which took the ticket takers by surprise.
I think it was used in the 1984 film Body Double. You can see more here:
http://whitelabel.openbuildings.com/buildings/10739
and no Mouse, you cannot look away down Gower Avenue from there. You have to go back over the hill.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 28, 2013 - 08:46pm PT
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Jan and Dean!
Outside!
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To say that Cowboy's mania for Van Morrison took strange forms is putting it mildly. He wanted to name a climb for it, but it never happened.
He never gave a "straight answer,"either, if he could help it, unless it got him some...He was the sandbagging master.
Take this page and LOVE IT!
Wool Growers it is, and I hope it's a "go," Jay.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Feb 28, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
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So what did Ozzie's house look like you ask?
As to the large z in the photo, I can only assume that they knew I'd be coming along one day in search of a photo to show all my new found friends and acquaintences.
Yep, Camino Palmero all right
1822 Camino Palmero Road
Hollywood, CA 90046
History of Manifestations
During his life, the cheerful comedian Ozzie Nelson took care of his body, and strived to live a healthy life style. He ate right, didn't drink, didn't smoke and kept in good shape. So, it didn't seem fair that he was stricken with liver cancer, and died way too young at 68. He wasn't ready to leave his family, and had expectations to see his grandchildren grow up.
The apparition of Ozzie Nelson has been seen in various spots in the house by a variety of people:
1.His family has seen his somber apparition walking around the house, and hanging around his favorite places.
2.When new owners bought the home in 1975 and moved in, they heard footsteps, faucets and lights seemed to have a mind of their own, and doors opening and closing at will, with no help from the living. The woman also felt a strong, loving presence beside her in bed several occurrences
3.In 1994, a painter who was working inside the house, kept hearing foot steps. One day while painting, he felt a strong unseen presence next to him. Looking over, he saw a white, misty form floating next to him, perhaps inspecting his work. It wasn't hostile, just seemed to be interested, like a home owner would act.
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I can't believe your gone, memories linger on. Ozzie was a handsome man - kind of a cross between Rick and Dave. Notice all the hotties in the audience. Tempted to say "cake and pie", oops.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Boopoopadoops, zBrown.
Did somebody say "Hotties?"
KnitLit's hairstyle back then kept reminding me of this gal, a black & white matinee favorite, though before MY time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=We-Qusqf9gY
I certainly wish there was a photo of good old Spatz, who was good at making friends...
I saw the L.A. commercial, Jay. http://www.discoverlosangeles.com/
Yeah, don't bother clicking cuz theyalready "discovered" the place, a long time ago.
"In 1542 the first Europeans to visit the Los Angeles region were Captain Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo and his crew. They were sailing up the coast looking for a new passage to Asia."--Wikipedia
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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She lives! The old woman of the forest...photo credit BooDawg
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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IBen hangin' around downtown today, it's such a splendid one.
And I ran into a good old friend, and his honey bun.
His name's Ben and her's Eileen, the one sells weed, the other "lean."
She's a business lady witn attutude. He's a planter lad with gratitude...
for her giving him a space in the rear of the building she rents for her aerobically-inspired Zumba and RIPPED system workouts, for an artists' gallery, which is taking place before our eyes.
I've known each for about ten years. They are the age of my stepson, mid-thirties. We all agreed that the best thing for downtown is art and art awareness. We were all sitting at Ben's, having met at Coffee Bandits. We then adjourned, Ben and I to his gallery, she to her business. I shot Ben and his gallery, then walked over to the Tioga. Gut before I got there, I decided to double back and take some shots of the front of the building.
Next thing I know, Eileen is showing me her space. Colorful, innit? She took some shots with the new camera, and I'm on a new footing with two people who I've known and wondered about for years. Ben is and has been an artist, as well as my dealer, and has a legitimate commune catering to cannabis.
Eleen was and isn't the partner of Natalie at the bookstore I worked at on the mall any longer, but she's still the mother of two kids, one of whom had his artwork shown here just last week on Supertopo.com., by me, as part of an exhibit of teen art from Merced High School. His name is Perry Freitas, and his mom is Eileen, I just found out, and he was only seven the last time I saw him! They grow up so fast and get such weird ideas...
by Perry Freitas. The Used Car Salesman.
Anything can amaze me as I'm easily amazed.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Nothing in this thread ceases to amaze me. Completely.
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A-HA-Ha-HaH-Haw-HoBwa-Bo-Ho-Heeeeeee!
It's what a two Blooody Mary Lunch does on a Friday that amazes me...
Ben in his space.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tomorrow morning the bike race begins here downtown. I've a feeling it's going to be packed.
Today's Sun-Star.
On the Merced River.
Hello, Racers!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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In the spirit of adventure, I made the mistake of going to the twitter page. I used to be fairly techno-savvy and made good money doing it, but I'm no longer in the loop.
WTF?
Carlitos Lechuga@Carlito_Lechuga
No hago nada , porque soy muy chico, Buscando mi Globito desde 1973 #UnGlobitoParaMi #31Minutos
Carlitos is no longer trending
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#BeliebersHatePaparazzi
#8CosasQueAmo
#WeakFor
#QEPDSofiaKoch
#MarzoConMDe
Trevor Moran Follow Me
Beliebers Needs Your Smile Justin
Vestida de Azúcar
Snoop Lion
Coach Carter
Would you care for some lechuga with that bloody Mary?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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back to the topic at hand
whilst living in Hollywood, I met and played basketball with Marvin Gaye at the YMCA.
He invited us down to the studio on Sunset to watch him record
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this isn't my photo, but it's Marvin recording at his studio all right. I can vouch for it. What's missing? The huge sack of vitamins he was gobbling down. The band liked the herbal sacrament, but Marvin preferred massive vitamin doses (at work at least).
Anyway, Let's Get It On
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, neat new street adventurers...
wow, it is so easy to type now.. but now the RAT keeps getting in the way...
this makes good time for her to get out and visit me, as, lately i been so busy....
say, i remember wayyyy back, when i did 'the so called zumba' stuff, in my own home, when i had my babies, and could not get out much, during the day...
it was, cumbian, tejano, and all the etc...
only then:
it was just called using dance for exercise, in artistic fun ways...
very creative, it was...
so happy for her to teach this stuff...
i did teach dance classes once, when there was enough folks around to
actually WANT to do it (and not miss their tv shows etc)..
and--i LOVED having a huge mirror--brings back good memories...
had one way back, when the kids were young though.. cost a lot to
put it up in the house but was worth it when i taught belly dance...
and now, you have found more neat art!!!
he had inspired me to someday do a large painting...
sadly, the large size that i like, they do not carry at the hobby sotre,
here... sotre = store, by the way, i constantly type it wrong...
(have just decided,if i leave it and do this enough, i just might type 'store' on purpose, someday, instead of as having to FIX it... :))
well, happy street adventure, and keep on sharing...
all those you meet, are part of history, here, now... :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Let's get it on...
Let's get it on...
Let's get it on...
Let's get it on...
You mean like that?
You mean like that?
You mean like that?
You mean like that?
Oh, yes, I do.
Oh, yes, I do.
Oh, yes, I do.
Oh, yes, I do.
:)
:)
:)
:)
I didn't mention it earlier, but Eileen is one of us climbers but hasn't in a long while, I'm thinking. More on this later.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I woke this morning and wondered why so many folks cakewalk into town, then either hightail it or hotfoot it back on out?
Coulda been Michele throwing that big leg over me? I love the way she baby talk.
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that's mGaye or zBrown on whistle.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lechuga? Vamos commemos!
I'm hungry. I've been down on the race course since sun-sight and it's already been quite a day. Got to let my camera battery re-charge. I forgot to do that last night. I'm going out to look for a breakfast, maybe the Tuscan Scramble at Bella Luna. Gene, wish you were here, I'd feed you one of these, too.
Call me and leave a message, but I should be down on the corner of Main and M at the Cinema Cafe later on.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Robert Mitchum (didn't they name a deodorant after him) and Liz Taylor body double Simone Sylva
As nearly as I can tell, I never lived near Bob, but he did send me some weed after Thunder Road when I repaired his car
Just a few years after he was nominated for an Oscar for his supporting role in The Story of G.I. Joe, Robert Mitchum was arrested and convicted for conspiracy to possess marijuana. TIME reported on the scandal surrounding the "sleepy-eyed cinemactor" in 1948, complete with a footnote explaining what marijuana was. In 1949 Mitchum was sentenced to two months in jail and two years of probation, which only complimented his rebel persona. He served time on an honor farm — he said it was "like Palm Springs without the riff-raff" — but after his probation, the conviction was expunged
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Women used to throw their panties onstage at MG concerts. My buddy Keith says his mom came home without panties one night. Not THAT night, but the night of a concert...
Here's what Keith had for sale last month.
Goo-goo. Goo-goo. Adjourning to view more Racy Footage outside on N ST.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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i always try to put a lime in the (la)chuga and/or beer - never was big on blood, but had a lovely Mary in my life at one time - i don't know though I also had a Ducati once
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Eulerian Video Magnification
do not use on your girlfriends' big legs
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another Hollywood house, not Euler magnified
Marvin's billboard, Sunset Blvd
Jack's
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Say hello there, ST.
Middle Earth is just safe as milk!
See that corner?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's my mail delivery associate from the USPO, a reliable witness. Three women's bikes were trashed as a result, two went to the first aid tent, one went and picked up a neutral bike and finished. Hardly any blood. Just loud and what we wanted to see, after all...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This is the secondary Beer tent, one other over by the band two blocks over. There were stories told over our lunch at Bella Luna about Sheriff Mark and my checkered past and about Gene's. We walked back to the course after lunch and the ladies' major race was going on. The wreck happened just as we came back to Middle Earth.
Gene called CosmicCragsman shortly after this wreck, when we got down N ST. to the Courthouse Park where the finish line was. The trees in the park started putting out buds like crazy as soon as they hung up. It was like Stark Trek the Movie...no, Gene don't play that thing. I was just reacting to what I'd like to have seen. More green on the trees.
Cosmice, it was spiffy to talk with you. Ciao.
Well, the next bunch is of the canines, who were universlly well-mannered and gentle. But first things first.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Winner of Don Mossman Best Apehangers Award, my neighbor Dottore Deep Purple, an Italian racing legend of the late nineties. He has the coolest set of tires on this rig, too. Winners of the last race of the day, a real close finish.
The next three finishers were decided by photos, they tied, then by count-backs in the race.
Then the leader's jersey (another race in the country tomorrow) was presented to Wonder Boy, who won a road race yesterday and placed second in his criterium category today.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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What a trip....what a crash!!!!!
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The crew at the first beer tent, Steve Tinetti on the right, the lucky guy who married Joanie, and who had charge of the tent. It turned out he knows Gene from the realty business.
Hey, would it be too much trouble to post some more dog photos?
Yes, Fido, it's time to flake out. Sit. Stay. Good boy.
Edit: This canine sequence is just my way of chaffing the Friday Night Cat Adoration Thread. :) LOL
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There's no dog show, it's a dog shower,
Over on Gower, that's got the pack here now (now yesterdog).
As far as dogs roaming free, tell Bob none of these are free to roam, all are leashed and HAPPY TO BE ALIVE, eager to maybe go on a Roamin' Holiday, but likin' the food dish twice daily! Just like most of us should be!
Some of us are plainly "rescue dogs."
Others could be called real "mutts."
Still others revel in a piece of pedigree the rest would use to wipe their asses, if we were dawgs and dawggs bothered with such "niceties" as tp and spellin'.
Ask Johntp, not me.
edit: I overlooked these shots of a local boy and his dog, obvously into the racing.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse, and all...
wow, neat share... mobile
mobile folks, bikes and dogs, :)
sorry to see the bikers fell, :(
bad enough to fall, but in a race that one had been looking forward, too,
it tugs at the heart-strings so much more...:(
glad one gal got up and tried to finish.. hope the others are doing well...
so the ol' supertopo is reinging with cats and dogs, i see... :)
and not a rain-cloud in site, depending on where some of us live, i reckon... :)
god bless, to you all, i got me some work to go do...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Mussed Beastress of Muddle Catheter V, 5.4, A0-, B4, +/-V8, a. m.7
Twinning my way through he foresty jungle
We approached the approach of the unapproachable giant Mount Harpunstrungg,
Not yet climbed by the feet of men.
And we are not men.
Of men.
Of women.*
Yet not men.
We are deboy.
Pissin' fear away with words.
The Muddle Catheter Glacier bounded through the below-freezing jungfrau
like a gazelle in a hell of a hurry, but only in its own mined:
This appeared to be normal behavior in real time;
Allthough
We thought hard about retreating in the face of such extreme ambition (hey, we had the glacier wired by expert texperts in the field of glacio-cranial imagery, we are not stupid deboy)
But each of us shrunk from such an alarming decision as
The Panicsonic was jungling like a mad monkey on the bells of St. Mary’s and I awoke alone, with a moan.
Monday, Monday!!
Crumba!
No de TJ!
* I “choosed to used” this term, the second-oldest noun. I’d love to frisk you if you don’t like the term or find it offensive. This is my dream, not yours.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lucid Continuation of a Mussed Opportunity
It’s like old neebee said,
she has to get back to her red,
to the painting filling through her head.
And I’ve to return to my wording,
and Gypsy back to her birding
and get off ST, this absurd thing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tonight is Trailer Night: Watching movies on Youtube in bite-sized chunks like chips.
So far, Nolte and Winger in Cannery Row, going "over the rainbow" (or trying) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73U_ynmeo6g
Halle Berry in Gothika--en Espanol, senores y senoritas, since Gloria is "guyblingual" (her word) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVWOUqt4TOY
and Tom Cruise's dance scene from Tropic Thunder. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srH94OR1TbU
Leftovers! Some date night, eh?
Along with the cinematic feast, some take-home alambres from J & R's Tacos, only two days old, I presented Gloria with doggie-bagged Tuscan Scramble from Bella Luna from yesterday morning.
She agreed the Tuscan Scramble was the better of the two, so I gave her some of my tangerines from the Farmers' Market and she went home, taking my VCR with her. She's welcome to it, I doubt it works.
The Last Video Cassette Round-Up I tallied Tombstone, Miracle on 34th ST, It's a Wonderful Life, The Santa Claus, and Das Boot (a movie in German dubbed in American--I have no idea how Chairman Bob got this--in which over-acting is achieved by having the actors wear really tight footwear for several hours, I heard.)
Miss Ochoa said she'll be back. She'll bring tortilla chips for the pico de gallo that's been sitting for three days now. We can watch The Old Gringo with Greg Peck. Perfecto!
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nita
Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
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Mouse, here's another good movie...Dogfight .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
ps..Thanks for the postcard!...
I love how you can see Mt Clark to the left of the fire falls.
Cheers...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Does Brian have Netfix, Dwain?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4rJikAxGEw
Sorry. No, I don't. But I can dream in blue now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVd_6AEg3LY
Blue Dream, VSOP.* My latest font of inspiration, imagination, and torpor.
*Vaporizor Stash Of Pleasure--better than brandy, too, hangover-wise
C'mon, Moosedrool: try it for the pain, you may be back again.
If smoke itself is an issue, buy a vaporizor. It's honest advice. Like you can choose Christ. But you need to give each a chance to see if it works for you.
OK, let's see what's doin' at the TP. I'm jonesing for some Bullets, Buns and Octane, but it's not on the Tube, only trailers. One of the best low-low-budget films I've seen, Joe Carnahan's debut film.
nita! How good of you to say. Mt. Clark is there, allright, and I'm glad you noticed. It's one of the best things about views, they have something to see a lot of times besides the subject. And people who are intimate with the places notice these things. It's like the violinist under the roses, in a way--see the art thread here lately.
Hey, Mouse! What's up with Risk?
Well, long time back we played several games of world domination between Larry and his lady Chris, Long Tall Bob, and myself in the dome tent in JT that lasted ages; and much liquor was consumed by all but Chris, and many alliances made and broken, and the air became foul with tobacco smoke and gun smoke and fun smoke and often as not the players would resort to GASSING about climbing, would you believe...
And of late, the LaFrances and myself have contested (Tanya's hooked, George had the most crappy luck, and once with a fourth player, I had to retire and let the ladies fight over the remains. We'll be rolling more peace games shortly, I assure you.)
It's all in your perspective--you are either perpetually at war with outbreaks of peace, or you are pepetually at peace with outbreaks of Elvis.
Scrabble is so passe, UC and Stanford.
"It's time for a CHANGE...makeyafeelallright...FREEDOM!"--le dwig, van mo
Risk is trending.
Outbreak leads back the other way.
A new line on Notorious Boxcar.
Pound that #, rule the world.
O O DomiNO.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25LhUHKVYMo
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PhilG
Trad climber
The Circuit, Tonasket WA
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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is the difference between night and day, the same as the difference between dark and light?
Will have to answer this famously later.
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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How about blue dream/sour diesel hybrid? Works for me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Diesels are built to work, Evel. Look at Clint Cummins: he seems to have the energy of a Everybunny battery.
Is that a cheep shot, PhilG, or what? More...nest please! Phil in the holes.
Any more Bircheff Bros. photos out there?
The Bros B had a place on Avenida de las Pulgas in the Peninsula, one of those hillside towns. It puts me in mind of a lady I knew back in the days of Flower Power.
I have the interview I did yesterday here someplace. I'll find it and post it later. She had an affair with one of us.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Found it! From the dusty files of yesteryear, not yesterday--what was I thinking?
WHERE WERE YOU DURING THE DAWNING OF THE AGE OF AQUARIUS?
Part One of a series of interviews with Old Hipsters from the Bay Area
Subject: Melmel Melonsugar, doyenne of the Hive, an old buddy of mine
Interviewed by Eyore S. Trully.
The view from Bogg on Skyline Boulevard.
Alice’s Restaurant on Skyline Boulevard. Part of Bogg. “It’s not around the back anymore.”
Where you were has nothing to do with it. Ask rather, “Where am I NOW?”--Baba Rum-Sauce
If I were a rich hippie, I’d be this person. Not a yuppie, a hippie. Go ahead and laugh, Aquarians. But, the facts are in:
We are all beads on a string. We are all melon seeds on a sinew. We may not last. We may last a long time. But sooner or later there will be a scattering and I’m really not afraid.
“That’s what I like about you, Mousey, you’re so full of bullshit I don’t need no compost.”--Melanie Melonsugar (my ideal--and the only one who calls me Mousey, not Mousie, bless her)
Melanie (“Everyone calls me Melmel”) Melonsugar
Melmel came to the SF peninsula in the late sixties from NOLA and hasn’t left since, a flowering child of no small influence in her community, Bogg, a very tiny place in the Skyline Drive area, almost in Pacifica? or so it seems when you park in the very tiny lot among the trees. This is an old commune, which has been turned into a field of watermelons and pot plants. It’s Nirvana to her and her friends. It’s an older, Mission-style home made from local dark brown adobe clay walls and traditional ess-curved tiles called pantiles, http://www.mca-tile.com/history.htm and is full of delicious odors overlain by a strong sea-breeze accent. It is enclosed by Monterey Pines and a screen of yews that are so old they even look used. Ranks of dank are arranged all around in a pattern that is just plain, lines of plants in rectangles set inside of larger rectangles, like mirror frames into infinity. They are separated by rows of watermelon plants, of course, and other low-growing types of plants, berries, some squash, but mostly melons—cantaloupes and honeydews and Cranshaws
Melmel is a chubby redhead in a dark green dress striped in white. She has a necklace of plain red beads separated by plain clear beads with one large red bead centered. Her face is wedge-shaped and she has a strange set of black tatts—off-set by eyes that are full of “Hey howya doin/?”, and not “Namaste,” as you might expect in an ashram. This is no ashram. It is simply a haven and generally the home or home address of a bunch of people like Melmel. Wedge-heads all.
She is the Queen of the Hive. For a time, she entertained a series of encounters with Drone, a dirtbag from Camp 4 in Yosemite Valley who ended up at the Hive during several winters. She is totally off of men as a result, and happily shed of all that. “Too clingy, and I have trouble with that myself. It just wasn’t in the stars for Drone and myself. there’s lots of things to keep me happy here.”
“Sugaree.”
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“Don’t just don’t tell me; don’t tell them you know me.”--BilK the Wilberry, in a somewhat illucid interview with yours truly and Robert de Niro, 1971
“Who knew this was me? I’m coming out of myself like a river of sweet sweat! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!”--Norwegian
You might think this commune gained its sustenance from the carefully cultivated crops. Not at all. Melmel’s father, a well-respected amateur pomologist, happened upon a strain of hops which he then genetically altered to taste sweet but tart and the hops secret now is part of High Sierry’s Pale Ale! She’s wealthy and shares the wealth with the commune, all of whom have gigs, not jobs. It truly is Nirvana .
And I Wanna Be Like Her. But I cannot be. So I don’t really wanna be.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gFCW3PHBws
“Could This Be, like, The Last Times? Best fire that up, mate!”--Keith Richards
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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There was a time, before the Flames were famous long ago (in Joe Herb Park - what's up with that?), when the only Famous Flames were these guys (I think the last time I saw them was August, 1966. Not that they disappeared mysteriously or anything, I just didn't see 'em no mo).
Like the difference between dark and light, which reminds me.
If total darkness is the absence of light, then what is total light?
The absence of dark doesn't qualify as an acceptable answer. This restriction on answers can be explained most readily by noting that neither darkness nor it's speed has ever been quantified (I'll probably have to have this fact checked by Dr. Hartouni and/or Herr Braun to be sure, but just take it on faith for now).
This stems from having spent a small amount of time in the sensory deprivation chamber in the basement of Tolman Hall (we weren't looking for the Basement Tapes, though the year was right, it far too dark for that). It was actually necessary to drill a few holes in it (the chamber that is, not the park) to let some small amount of light in because it was too unnerving to be in there in total darkness (that phrase again).
Baby please don't go back to Manteca, I love you so
I dreamed I saw Joe Herb last night, alive as you or me
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So, just like Sherman, marching through Merced on down to the sea, if you got a big leg to throw around, might as well shave it, but you don't have to:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Joe Herb's Bicycles
I know a lot about the history of downtown. I've lived here going on fifteen years, and been a museum docent roughly nine. And I worked downtown for five. Whenever I meet up with Skip Johnson at the Coffee Bandits the talk often gets around to local history and such.
According to the Historical Society Museum web pages, more or less,
Sixteenth STreet, to the left at Tommie's Liquors, was Business 99 following the coming of the freeway portion in 1959/60.
Joe Herbs Bicycles was located at 1621 M Street (just a half-a-block from the RR track--the SPRR, not the Santa Fe) and was owned by Joe and Mary Herb from 1928 to the 1960s. Joe bought and sold a collection of bicycles and motorcycles. His shop was popularized by the adult and children clientele. The Schwinn brand bicycle was among the most popular and sought after bike.
"Join the swing to Schwinn."--Merced Sun-Stroke ad for Joe's
In 1963, the motorcycle portion of the business was relocated to 1645 W Highway 140. The M street business was passed down to Joe’s brother, Harold.
Around 1976, the bicycle business was purchased by Frank Hunt. Although the building* was demolished in 1992, Hunt continued the business at 215 W main Street. Hunt recently pass away and the business is no longer active.
That's what they have to say, zBrown.
Joe Herb Park is located just a nine-iron (@ 200 yds for me) from where Boomer lived. It has some great softball facilities and a fine picnic area, right on the road through town to Planada, Hwy 140, the Year-Round Highway to Yofsemite.
That's what's up with Joe Herb Park. I have memories, of course. There is a 1971 vintage photo of the Rev, and a bunch of us ruffians standing across from the old Rest STop, which became JHP in the next decade. When we were high-schooling, we all heard the tale of Allan B. swingin' a cat by the tail inside the Rest STop's can. Bloody ending, but much remorse later, so it's all good now. It was HS.
Frank Hunt was pretty much a curmudgeon, and I loathed going in there but refused to hate the guy--he just had a crappy store with little business outside of emergencies. He felt he had a right to be surly, so let him. Kevin's bikes has always had the new bikes highend business locked up, anyway; except for Billy Golfoos' Sporthaus, which has closed, but sold mostly racing bikes. But Frank died shortly after my boss at the bookstore down the street, and then we lost another prominent Main STreet business beerson, Sprout, the bartender at the Cruise, aka Sharon the Rev's quondam wife, ca. 1969.
*The building left of the shop is not the Merced Hotel, once the Cosmopolitan Hotel, which was across the damned street. It burned up so they had to tear the rest down. The bike shop was torn down, along with the Turf and the Towne... Up
and down. Light and dark.
edit/recant: I realize that virtually nobody hits nines that far, at least not anyone without a halo.
Joe Hill Protestant
Joe Herb Catholic
Joe Hill traveled by train and Shank's mare
Joe Herb owned a bicycle shop/motorcycle shop.
Joe Hill Park is where?
Joe Herb Park is right next to the Santa Fe RR’s “Bradley Overhead.”
Joe Hill wrote songs and tried to right wrongs.
Joe Herb turned wrenches and left behind benches.
Both men are vey long dead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I believe this was Friday noonish.The rest of the day I felt like this kid from the race Saturday. This was sometime after Gene and I collided at the Tioga.
Random City.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I hope you all enjoy one common thing in these.
The smiles.
"Ciao, Papa!"--Breaking Away
This race interlude is dedicated to the memory of my good friend and a huge fan of Townies everywhere, Zoe Bishop of Berkeley and Merced.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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NO! Which part...
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Mouse: It is a G---GG----GGG----G—GG—GGGG Go for that Monday.
The only thing missing or on the right of these dishes is the salad and bean soup with red sauce to put on top, already ate the beef tongue they bring as well. If you ate the last of the rice they will ask if you want more or salad,bread,soup or the rest of these dishes.
They do or have sandwiches especially lamb and garlic on the lighterside.
Then this is dessert : typical Pyrenees bread and blue cheese.
Tried to get Ben into smoking ciiiiiigars on the way back. No way he said: guess we could ride on the top, will ask if he has a rack.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Exene Cervenka
L.A. X
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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no equis
es una zorraBrown
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hey, that sounds great. We can do it.
I'm reading Trevanian in preparation. Watching the Eiger Sanction again.
And pondering the lyrics of Lambchop.
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zBrown item #59858
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiCI1HVLgBI
If total darkness is the absence of light, then what is total light?
"Blues are born
out of the darkness
with the help of light."--Al U. Nedano from this film
In the heart, in the idle mind,
in the eyes, in the daily grind,
in your want, in your need,
therein lies the bluish seed.
They have the blues in Chico,
They get the blues in Redding,
Both are lucky they're not flooded out
When Shasta's tears are shedding.
Piss on my grave when I'm gone.
I won't be there, son.
I'll be playing the bluest blues. No, son, I can't lose.
It's a cryin' shame about Alving Lee. I haven't listened to him in like ten years.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I haven't listened to him in like ten years
Kinda begs the question, what did you do thereafter?
On the way up to Joe Herb park I stopped in here for gas.
Gas was a much better deal in the old days.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Fun doesn't stop on this thread! Thanks Mouse and all the contributors!
Nice people!
Susan
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, .... been busy...
had to stop by, on the fly...
after a sleepy-by... and a speedy buy...
well, bye for now...
:)
this note, by me, and how...
:)
*will have more time later this week, :)
so, i do speak...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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SCSeagoat, very nice to hear.
I suppose it might be the height of discourtesy to remind ANYONE that nice is a seldom-used word that fell out of use about the year I was born--the French, sacre bleu, have bequeathed the word and we seem to have forgotten it originally meant "foolish" or "stupid."
It has been modernized by hipsters to "grooby." Interesting, isn't it?
n.b., thanks for cheeking in. Peeking + checking = cheeking. :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Terrible triffids troubled Toledo till Terrible took the tiller.
Things went from Terrible to Worse, Worse, and Worse, Attorneys-at-Law, when he had to defend himself from the results.
Toledo tanked and thanked Terrible not at all.
All in all, it was quite a thriller.
Holy Toledo!! Was that Boris I saw, alive as you or me?
Ron loves to hug the rock using Xtreme form...
His formula for success might run like this:
X(treme) > (O, o)(0 + 0) = Nothin' to it.
Xcellent photo, Shawn.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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My apology to Clint.
Here is PROOF that I AM WRONG!
This goes back to the very first page of The Flames.
I need to explain: had I found this shot earlier, or noticed it, I should say, My Apology would have been extended that much sooner to Clint Cummins.
It is easy to see the top of the cliff is Pinnacular in form. Sort of like this knuckle-head's brow.
My chagrin is controllable, however.
As in previous posts, here I stand with pie in the face, the fatal finger in place, and still having fun doing it.
In fact, I may have learned something--just what I will need to process.
Just another day behind the grill of the Taco Wagon.
Ya want some Taco Sauce with that disculpa, Old Gringo?
Also, FTR, that is moi on the rope. Mathis don't do face climbs if he can help it. And that's m'style, too. Toesies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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These are photos I fished out of Jim Shirley's file tonite.
What colour is this duvet?Posed.
What colour is this man's liver?Posed.
What colour are this man's eyes?Xposed.
Tad, you gonna get well or better yet, better than you were? Tell us about this injury.
What kind of shoes are these dang deals? Robbins with no red laces? Pivettas?Neat position.
Not done. What's the name of the gentle-looking peak?The cousin of the Fickle Finger of Fate, Fatima the Fatale, waiting for you.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Cathedral Rocks.
"Tiger Balm! Just try!"--Lee
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Campo Not Four
Note brass and Band 4 Vt.
Kinda makes you wonder what the Dome was like before being cut half in two.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Well, Ron, I hope you have it goin' on. How's the gently-aging process f*#ked with you here lately? Can you bite through steel yet?
Tad must've been a tad insecure cuz of us, I think. Or tryin' to impress Maureen. He forgot himself and left out the stretching, I just know it. If you think you haven't done enough, do more. It's the right way.
Sorry, Tad. You're right there! Well, it's OK, I've THOUGHT about execising to the extent I've taken two five-pound dumbells and thoroughly stretched using them in a free-form way, depending on how I feel. I feel loose. I can haul it up anything as long as there's a rope, just like always, except it'll take two time longer. Joints, that's the thing. Not the muscles. At least it is for me.
Never lift until you've stretched. Never get on a machine until then, either. I know that, and I haven't lifted since 1965 and haven't ever tried a machine. All that racquetball and not one time on a weight or iso machine! Like walking by the climbing gym, if one were here.
Eat more salad than you think is good for you and go have a fun night tossing pies with the wife! It's more fun than is good for you, too, I bet.
Chocolate mousse sounds appealing, too. LOL
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, say, mouse...
mouse...
;)
painting is coming a long nice...
(not as your previous note, on nice)...
:)
say, nice shots, too, of the 'rambling man on mt'...
forgot:
also, nice snow, 'like it up here' seems like
why start rambling, in that case... :))
i love rocks, but today was not so happy with them...
meaning:
those odd rocks in your photo of liz and kids,
i could not paint into their proper 'noteworthy presents'
thus, it presented itself more like a dirt-mound, :(
the dirt mound IS solidify, however, so there is hope...
:)
everything else equals:
e c in fact
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Wow, two Chico posts in a week! Great to hear from TT of the Feather River Country.
There is a prize going out tomorrow with your name on it. Well, not exactly, but you'll see.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's not a well-corroborated story, you can understand.
One day, around the beginning, God pondered how to do rocks.
He said something and something happened and the problem solved itself.
It took a few bilion years, but it came out fine. Except the choss.
Some of which is present in the photo. Paint choss the colour it seems. That stuff on the Feather is not exactly the iron shade of the rest of the north country, that ever-present red. It's dirty yellow and chunky. That may be just a slide, or maybe a roadcut. And it's choss, so blunder through it if you need to.
neebee, treebee, rockee
Rock ye on...
edit: I recommend the climb of Mr. Yuk at the end of Rock On. A 13 yr-old doing a 14 at Smith Rocks. Sport climbing, but hey...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-21692423
You know I hate to climb on snow (except on rambles it's OK cuz you don't need crampons and an ax, big hassles for yours truly, who prefers minimal gear to slow you down.
This really shows me how much ice there is to avoid. That's what it shows me. It's a very colourful map, too.
Oooh, a different spectrum...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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say all you cool katz, truly a case of bark worse than byte
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you, Blakey!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apparently not blue suede, but pretty damn authentic looking and in good condition.
no relaxation
no conversation
no variation
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's Friday out there. It's safe as milk in The Flames, though. We got stuff to cure all y'all's ills.
It's Lent. Suffer.
late 14c., short for Lenten (n.) "forty days before Easter" (early 12c.), from Old English lencten "springtime, spring," the season, also "the fast of Lent," from West Germanic *langa-tinaz "long-days" (cf. Old Saxon lentin, Middle Dutch lenten, Old High German lengizin manoth), from *lanngaz (root of Old English lang "long;" see long (adj.)) + *tina-, a root meaning "day" (cf. Gothic sin-teins "daily"), cognate with Old Church Slavonic dini, Lithuanian diena, Latin dies "day" (see diurnal).
the compound probably refers to the increasing daylight. Cf. similar form evolution in Dutch lente (Middle Dutch lentin), German Lenz (Old High German lengizin) "spring." Church sense of "period between Ash Wednesday and Easter" is peculiar to English.
Fast during "slow." Good one.
I never heard of these bloaks. Will Hands? But it's Brown, so it may be a relation. Brown-eyed handsome men, eh?
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Never push. Shove it, but never push.--Bo Jangles
neebee, here's a video for you. Don is speaking of imbalance caused by sinuses being out-of-whack, like what you were talking about on another old thread, so you may want to try to watch this one if possible.
Oh, and anyone else who's like Blakey.
Brit-lore to the core!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I thought about Hite Cove and poppies and a ride there on the YARTS, then looked at the skies.
Think I'll hang here today.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 10, 2013 - 05:46am PT
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That's the USPS for ya! Great to hear and you earned it!
The morning was crap, I thought, here in town it was okay-looking, but the mountains didn't look that springtime warm.
Hite Cove and wildflowers could wait and I crawled back to the sack.
Down at the Farmer's Market I met up with Richard Carlson, my tentmate from the Lodge Employees tents over in the margin of Leidig Meadow in 1968. We both earned Block Ms on the varsity swimming team in 1966.
Richard and Jane Orenburg this morning.
Jane is MHS, class of '65. It made me real happy to see Rich has hooked up with such a smart and sassy lass. He was real down about his late wife's passing for quite a while.
His nickname has always been "Rainbow." The eight-hour loaf.
The Apathy House Stooges, Larry, Mouse, and Muskrat, before the apathy, before graduation, even.
At different times in 1971 or 1972, these two fine upstanding Merced High School Key Clubbers were helped up Monday Morning Slab (Right Side for CO and Left Side for Brent) by the fine guides of The Flames of Campo Quatro, Mouse and the Rev, in exchange for contrabandos--Panama Red from CO and Boone's Farm from the bus driver.
CO is named for his dad, Carvel Oliver, but it's CO. Both Brent and CO worked after school at Julio's Men and Boys on Main, so they were naturally well-groomed and popular. CO went to work for PG&E and ran crews and did troubleshooting in the City and hung out skatboarding with Throwpie on occasion in the seventies. He's always been the motorcycle maniac. He's even more like Whillans now, physically, "twelve stone over." Brent's just retiring from Merced College as a psychotic's instructor. (I'm sure there are plenty there.) He has a Harley. So? CO has ten bikes. That run. What's in the garage not working, who knows? Many.
Carvel and CO were my next-door neighbors and Larry was my neighbor across the back fence. Carvel ran the sales counter at Yosemite Lumber Co. on Sixteenth next to the old SP tracks, now the BN. His family is from Mariposa, and his brother was an engineer on the YVRR.
Here's a shot of Yosemite Farms over on the Santa Fe tracks. Just so you know, there's a Yosemite Ag Credit, too. No connection to Yosemite Farms. Odd.
As long as I'm rapping about old guys from high school, there is a real good-feeling shot from the newspaper a few years ago that I want to share.
Peace.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 10, 2013 - 11:54am PT
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I posted a new old TR this morning.
And when I was doing that, this caught my attention.
Is that Randy's notation, Gypsy?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 10, 2013 - 09:26pm PT
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When I got this today and scanned it thinking it was good for zBrown, who loves woodies in the sand at the beach or in the bed of a 1952 vintage pick-up; with reason, and like zBrown, I had lofty hopes for the end prod.
The correction of the color from scanner output wasn't obvious, however, so I snapped some snaps and got this result in my curious search for the zBrownian goal, i.e., definite answers to vague questions about dark and light at absolutely no charge, which infers neutrality, a total oxymoron. Stupid, stupid Finns. Always overlooking the obvious, their skills as observers, or at least the skills of the watered-down Finn, are maybe a bit too casual. I'm finished. :)
I may simply have something in my eye, though.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 10, 2013 - 10:34pm PT
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hey there say, mouse.... neat history, once again..
i like the train part, and the yosemite building thing, by it...
say, nice to the good buddy stuff, too, from long time back..
will be back again, later, :)
say, saw the really neat trip report, too, but my
post may not have 'stuck' ... may have to do it again, :)
pictures all loaded though...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 10, 2013 - 11:49pm PT
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doing nuthr LA turnaround
iphone is a diode
wooden ships on the water
free and ez
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 11, 2013 - 12:42pm PT
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GREAT CALLIOPE!!!
the sounds abound round ole zBrown
and the echoes of geckos bounce around
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFOGsS2TPuI
On that note:
Petticoat...Junction, that is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAksyiSPm5s
but good ole Uncle Joe
is no longer movin' slow
and he's even ceased to show
any function
Bea Benaderet from Shady Rest, also resting in peace, layed down yak tracks with Wilma in the first four years of The Flintstones. [Click to View YouTube Video]
Bea was Blanche, Gracie's neighbor
and say goodnight, Gracie...uh Miss Allen...did your brother ever get over his new riders?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bea as far from me and it when i go to mention that any casual observator of the last minute of this shortie will recognize Supertopoc.mom, nonetheless but I shall
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 11, 2013 - 01:52pm PT
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The card that I just sent, right? I can't remember the scene, but will look toute de suite and get back to you. I'm dropping in there this morning and if I see it I'll recognize it. Was it the El Cap watercolor by Helen Swickard?
Here's the low-down on LA's show.
http://lindaabbott.fineartstudioonline.com/event/36474/merced-from-my-point-of-view
I want to meet her since I have been taking so many photos downtown and of the homes in the older section of this Tree City USA. Is Chico listed as one of those? I'm sure Visalia must be. Petticoat Junciton tried to become one, but the Shady Rest isn't all that shady.
QSM/Shady Grove LP
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjQMRSMuDYI
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 11, 2013 - 01:57pm PT
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This brick is exceeding sharp and bubbly-like. It's kinda like razor-sharp on some otherwise juggy edges. And in the dark that's Werner-bait. The gobies feel good now, though. Neosporin, every time. (Not that stupid.)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 11, 2013 - 11:52pm PT
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PROBABLY will never catch fire
but, might light a flame in the blues world of Manteca
[Click to View YouTube Video]
COULDN'T resist
don't these wolves look good, mama, howling 'neath the trees
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And yes La Crescenta and/or La Canada are tree cities and I am a member of the Arbor Society.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Babble on, watch out for the Devil and sin.
-Shamel Ash (post #1315 (1/10 of 13,150) ask Nita - I don't get it either)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 12, 2013 - 12:24am PT
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Right on top of it TTR - must admit, I do not know my number.
-River (don't call me Phoenix) Birch
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 01:34am PT
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Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby
I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost
This is a good blog my daughter Bevin hyped to me. I liked it nicely. '...because she has no illusions of superiority; when she's being human she's just divine.'--Mouse
http://www.thewildercoast.com/
"Let's went."
There are lots of those cards, they sell them in sixes but were closed today. I'll send you a box or whateveryou would like.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Tree_Cities_USA
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 03:48am PT
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"Critics have already pointed out that the Stones could have been formed by lightning strikes on Earth."
http://www.technologyreview.com/view/512381/astrobiologists-find-ancient-fossils-in-fireball-fragments/
The same with ancient alien fossil climbers, even some terrestrial varietrees.
Our top authoritrees are in agreement.
They want no more sound bites, no moredog bites nor pissing dogs.
What could be worse?
Barks worse than bites? A question for the future to decide.
I once heard, yep, I did, a phrase that has stuck in my head like some old Grateful Dead: "the tyranny of another generation's music."
Trees do not have ears but can detect sounds, so that puts the ancient question to rest, BTW. Trees are like dogs, notorious for shedding.
There is a tale that some long-ago wag may have used the name in jest.
Waggy: "Let's call this part bark, Shaggy. It's got dog pee all over that bottom part, just like yore foots. And it's all shaggy, too."
Shaggy: "Bite me."
Bottom.
Top. The top of this palm appears in the center of the next shot.
I fight authoritree and authoritree always wins.--John MelONcamp
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 04:44am PT
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Winter trees, in Obviouslese.
Yosemitrees. And Indians.
Currier and Curriuouser.
Direct inquiries to me about price. I will tell you not for sale.
Nope.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 12, 2013 - 05:40am PT
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hey there say, mouse....
neat share...
wow, timid! :), mouse, and zbrown, think it was:
my mom and i love! trees....
will go look at the tree city link...
thanks for all the neat tree shares...
say, mouse have you seen the great tree thread, here, yet?
i have soooo many neat tree tops, all in their solo glory,
can't share much now though... perhaps someday...
neat plate, neat globe...
i am thinking to try to make some neat globes, with the grandkids,
they like those...
*
say, painting is going very well, now, at this stage... LESS scare, ;)
also, had to days two cold, i MEAN:
HAD TWO DAYS, too cold to paint...
yours got first rotation, then the egret for big mike...
ol' doug can wait a bit longer, good to say, and
the next fund-raisers will fit in among the gift things to folks...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 12, 2013 - 09:12am PT
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This was shot by a cannon, I think. The sounds of silence. I also think that is Lembert Dome in the back, which shows how much I know.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 12:28pm PT
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I've posted to the Great Tree thread.
It's very "grovy" there.
And looking at a tree's shapely head
Up in the winter air
Is somewhat the same as looking at
A pretty lady's hair.
It's all in the moment with a camera. Your picture-taking is like mine (and so a lot of us) in that respect, it seems.
The process goes like this as I see it:
We are struck by the moment and lift, frame/compose, shoot, at least with a digital camera.
Or, like you told me, about when your were taking shots with film, like this: Lift, frame/compose, THEN wait till it's perfect so you don't waste film (thus losing spontaneity and some of the FUN) THEN shoot.
As I'm walking though the park or along a street, the view is constantly changing, so how can I be sure, that what I see is real...
(Sorry, slipped into song mode.)
You get the idea, I thingk.
The man who considers himself an artist will set the shot up, wait for the right conditions, shoot, then go home and look at what he's done, judge it for himself, then do it all over. Am I right, Claude Fidler? Am I right, Dean? I would need to type this whole page over if I wanted to remove that extra "g" in the last paragraph, were this a negative.
But I hope this little disquisition helps show you what
I DON'T KNOW. How can I find what that is except by listening to criticism? And you know how I feel about critics, neebee. My new friend Larry might have some things to say.
I only know that what I think I seem to have seen or heard or otherwise experienced may or may not have been real or true.
It's why I don't think of myself as a bigot, though I have prejudices.
I was taught to distrust Russkies as we all were as boys and girls, except the very youngest. (Vitaliy would have been an outcast. Anastasia would have been shunned or deported--freakin' ice climbers AND Russkies, the double whammy.)
My new buddy Larry is Russian. And his stage name is not Pablo, like I dyslexically thought--SEE?--but Pobla. He is also a devoted fan of his home, Merced. We are gonna get along just Hunky, Dora.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 02:16pm PT
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So, Pablo turns out to be Pobla. His little "Pobla Studio" is on Main St. in the Tioga Hotel building, next to the empty lot where the Greyhound Bus Station used to sit.
FLASH--This Just In!
"At first she just looked and tilted her head sideways back and forth.
Then, she went to the window and barked. Then I said 'what's that?'
That sent her off her rocker. then she calmed down.
Same reaction she has when the cyotes sound off around here."
The report on Tim's dog when he had her listen to the Wolf Howl on YouTube. We are truly spreading the joy around here!
Getting back to Pobla Studio, the gent's name in Russian is the origin of Pobla. I don't recall what he said his first name was, but the second was Lavrentiy, or Lawrence, or to me, the stooge, Larry. Pob/La is the combination of the two names. Might be a diminutive of Pavel on the first name.
He puts art and photos up in the front and in the studio he makes art. The art he puts in the window, he says, reflects what is happening in Merced's life. It's a window blog, man.
We have much in common, I'm thinking, and a lot to learn from one another. I call the dude Larry, in jest, but the name will either stick or not. Our visit yesterday morning was cut short by the arrival of two young friends, Irene and Mike and their daughter, name forgotten before I could write all this down. Irene laughed and so did Larry, when I used the name to indicate I knew what Lavrentiy meantiy.
Later in the day I met this person.
This corner, by the way, is the same one where the bicycle wreck I photographed took place. The store on the corner is Sunny's, a wigged-out shop selling fake hair.
But we are done with stick-on muttonchops and toupes, are we not?
Teewinot.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 12, 2013 - 03:15pm PT
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About time for a Flames appearance by Prince Buster. The relevance is apparent by the title alone. Right?
TIME LONGER THAN ROPE
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Kiss teet - a derisive facial expression and hissing
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 12, 2013 - 04:21pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
thanks for the 'good morning merced' ...
great people share, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 07:26pm PT
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I'm laughing! It hurts!
Kiss teet: A sucking noise made with the tongue pressed against the teeth used to express annoyance, frustration, or contempt.
Busted!
Kissteet gonna be de nex' on-screen rage, mon!
kissteet32.
kissteetnlibs.
ikissteetniliketeet.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 12, 2013 - 08:51pm PT
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This one almost had me stumped (note cool orange shirt):
My cat:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
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You let us know when you two get the hole big enough. This looks like more fun than ice climbing, even.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu3BM6sNm-M
Mock Turtles/I Can Dig It
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGSHIidlesQ
"Cool orange is better than burnt orange in most applications except chiaroscuro....and where blue turns into grey, it suggests hope."--Berndt C. Enna, Paint It Black, Absolutely: The Art of the Rolling Stones
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 09:44pm PT
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It's way early, sure.WTF! Slainte!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 12, 2013 - 10:26pm PT
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Uh
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Manteca
Manteca Who?
{no response}
Manteca What?
Man! take a look that cat looks more like a dog.
Stay tuned Stockton on deck, Merced in the hole (when it gets finished).
Blossoms Manteca, CA
[
EDIT: Could be Duh.
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Gene
climber
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Mar 12, 2013 - 10:28pm PT
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Manteca? The Family City?
Spent part of the day there. Lard have mercy.
g
Edit: The CV has a bunch of silly mottos for its towns and cities. Riverbank - The City of Action. Modesto - Water, Wealth, Contentment and Health. Merced - Gateway to Yosemite. Madera - Gateway to Yosemite. Hmmmm.
Anyone know the Oasis of the Valley? The Jewel of the Valley? Cowboy Capital of the World?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 11:01pm PT
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Is there a prize? Is there cat burglars? Do you know the way to Oakdale?
Mommy, what's a Hummer? Daddy said he used to buy them. How deep is the concept of a Whole Earth? Ask this guy.I can dig it. And I can dig that crazy EE Icon, Ike an' Shari Edie. These former in-laws have been hosting EE Weekends for like thirty years. Mole holy frijole that's a lot of Catholic weddings.
Ike and Shari explain various things about Catholicity and birth controllery to engaged couples. Like what's a "hummer"? Has the Pope got one? Has my bishop ever had one? Who's driving?
Have you anything more to say about "Doggie On the Roof," Mr. Romney? Can we move on to "Rolling Stones" now? It is almost Easter, after all.
I'm speaking to you, Do Little Dog Doo Lover.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 12, 2013 - 11:02pm PT
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garlic and artichoke caps?
Castro(not Fidel)ville - artichokes
Gilroy (STARTS with G, if the first two letters are ever the same ...) - garlic
Auntie Merced
Auntie Mary, Merced Falls, 1920
^
EDIT: damn sombebody took back his/her photo - probably was O. Wells or P. Hearst or heaven forbid S Weed
EDIT@: gave it back
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2013 - 11:39pm PT
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Manteca bound.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5yJY6-UU7g
Did he? Diddy ever!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Low directional.
Linear BSP Trees for Sets of Hyperrectangles with Low Directional Density (2000) This is a fine article, just not my thing.
Getaway To the Gateway
Weird stuff
Oddly enough
Nonsense
Recommence
Put up
Or shut up
Audrey
Lilabee
Come ye
Yosemite
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 13, 2013 - 12:22am PT
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"knight takes knight, forking the queen" (from actual 1956 Bobby Fischer "game of the century") and if I recall correctly the Cardinal provided the Pope with a hummer (at least it wasn't some little kid - only a pawn in their game?)
it's all been said before, it's all been written in the book (but now we have the internet and Youtube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsaD8GLw0qw
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 13, 2013 - 12:36am PT
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Mouse, if ya wanna crack up Larry/Lavrenty/Pablo salute him the next time you see him with
**"shto novovo, moi stari bzdyokh!"
The phonetic would be: shto noevava, moy starry bzdyokh, with the kh being waay back on the palate.
Trust me, it'll crack him up! And it isn't really anything bad. :-)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 13, 2013 - 12:39am PT
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^^ that is auditorally clear as mud Reilly
mousie - just copy it down and hand it too him
or
why not just howl at him like wolf - examples upthread
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Anastasia
climber
Home
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Mar 13, 2013 - 12:43am PT
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Mouse,
I wouldn't be deported. I was born here in the U.S. to a U.S. citizen and... I have too many Good Lawyer friends who will ensure my rights.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2013 - 01:03am PT
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You like chess?
Sergey/Back in the USSR
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Sergey will glad to show you round those great big flat mountains of concrete.
Russians really like the watermelON.
The room welcomes you. It wishes to be in Brighton Beach, but you can't have everything.
"Who the hell is Stalin?"
Meanwhile, on Hwy.395
"Are we even to Gardnerville yet? How much farther to Minden? I still say we should've called Moosedrool."--Snerd
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 13, 2013 - 12:19pm PT
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Yup, Mouse, that does look like Randy's handwriting (alias Desmond Farquhar) and his sense of humor (alias Normal Nebraska).
Meanwhile back at a sunrise in Corsica....
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 13, 2013 - 12:26pm PT
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I gotta say, young Sergei was a hoot and, as they also say in France and Spain,
simpatichny/sympa/simpatico.
And, yes, I like the chess very much. Would I be bragging to say I was
undefeated in two months in Soviet Union? Is true - but then Karpov was
whole time dodging me so I was never really tested.
And the 'traffic police' have/had it very good. None of this decadent car
chasing with flashing lights. No, just a subtle come hither waggle of
the finger and we're going to have a little talk. Oh, and you will
pull over, if you know what is good for you.
The guys in the car with me were not pleased with my taking this pic.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 13, 2013 - 01:54pm PT
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Would be hairy if I was in it TTR. I once challenged Dylan and Caruso to a breath holding contest, neither showed up.
Public Service Announcement for the Day concerning why hair never 'catches' cancer.
“Hair isn’t made of cells,” says Leona Samson, professor of biology and biological engineering and an affiliate in the Koch Institute for Integrative Cancer Research. “The stuff that makes hair”—a thready protein called keratin that also forms fingernails—“is produced by cells in the hair follicle. You have to have cells to have cancer.” Though rare, tumors do sometimes form in the cells in the hair follicle. These cancer cells have lost their ability to grow in a way that is appropriate for where they are in the body. A liver cell, for example, may become so deranged that it doesn’t act like a liver cell anymore. Then, when it divides (as cells do), it passes its derangement on, replicating its abnormalities and spreading them.
[There are rumours that folks are working on producing all skin via 3D Printer technology and keratin thereby eliminating some of these things like squamous cell carcinoma (my nemesis) and melanoma (Dave Chalmers'). These have not be substaniated and cannot be considered part of the Announcement therefore.]
I spent a lot of time running around like this. Note my aunt following in the Flames tradition of gentle mockery.
This will demonstrate that I do have shirts that are not orange (burnt or otherwise)
History Annoucment of the Day. Right behind me in the photo, during WWII, there was an underwater fence constructed to keep Japanese (and I would assume also German) submarines out of San Diego Bay. This was pre Otis Redding.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2013 - 01:10pm PT
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I was never really tested.
Reilly, really? I'm so exhausted from larfing at that. Cheenyus!
Andy Fielding, with regard to your posting of the Cemetery Gates video, The Flames posted it before you, mate; but the Russians are alredy claiming to have posted that video first!
Damn them!
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 14, 2013 - 01:34pm PT
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Yes, I am a Flamer... ;-}
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 14, 2013 - 06:01pm PT
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Reilly
I notice that one New Ideas in Chess. I wonder what year that was published.
Apparently it was 1994.
I'll never forgive them for changing the move notation syntax.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 14, 2013 - 06:31pm PT
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z, don't date yerself, lad. :-}
I just noticed I missed a few, notably my Yasser Seirawan book, one of my
favorites, and not just because it provides a segue you and Mouse will love.
To quote Click & Clack:
"It was a dark and stormy night when out of the inky shadows stepped..."
your humble scribe who in a previous life was known to haunt, in a number
of ways, that great Seattle University District institution The Last Exit
On Brooklyn - truly one of the great coffee houses on the planet. A quick
check on Google generates 955,00 hits. I can assure you only a small portion
of those knew it in its glory years of the 60's and early 70's. You could
order your massively endowed PB&J samich for 25 centavos and get a pot of
Pike Place Market Orange Spice tea and nurse 'em till the cows came home
with only the occassional knowingly couched inquiry from one of the
lovely hippy waitpeople as to whether you would like something else.
But, as this segue is about to reveal, finally, is that the Last Exit was
also The Place for the Seattle chess gliterati. The shining star in this
firmament appeared out of the cosmos, as it were, in the cherubic visage of
one 8 or 9 year old Syrian immigrant named, you guessed it, Yasser Seirawan.
Yes, I can say I witnessed the birth, so to speak, of a genius. I see in
his Wiki bio notes his playing at the Last Exit. If you got game you didn't
dodge the Last Exit, homes!
But I digress...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2013 - 10:54pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6MV_Me6CK8
Five by Five is the second EP by The Rolling Stones and was released in 1964. Captured during a prolific spurt of recording activity at Chess Studios in Chicago that June, Five By Five was released that August in the UK shortly after their debut album, The Rolling Stones, had appeared. The title of Five by Five is a play on words—five tracks recorded by the five members of the band, but we're only guessing, because this is lifted from Wikipedia.
On hand numero dos, we have the imitable 12 x 5, which wss the American version of the five foregoing tracks by our budding band, and was TRENDINGDING even back then, and downright copying the Yosemite institution known as Camp 4, by using the Arabic numerals 12 and 5 on the cover, rather than the same old sh#t. As I said, TRENDINGALING>>>
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Y'all's move.
And for a penny more, we'll toss in this bike show-off freestylin' pansy Danny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?annotation_id=annotation_190125&feature=iv&src_vid=Z19zFlPah-o&v=Cj6ho1-G6tw
Reilly, ever try this, you fun-hog?
Oh, we wouldn't want to date our selves, that's just everyday shift.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXA8RFnKn7g
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 14, 2013 - 10:57pm PT
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The return of Prince Buster. Note recurrent theme of kiss teet throughout. Phonetically, I just can't get it. Seems like hissing :14.
No whiners in the Flames. Right?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 14, 2013 - 11:27pm PT
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fe (also fi) in the Jamaican idiom is the infinitive.
so, fe dead (phonetically fey deadah) translates roughly as
going to die, not dead
the state senator from Chula Vista way back when was Wadie P. Deddeh
as far as I know he wasn't Jamaican, but he did substitute teach my high school Civics class once.
Retired State Sen. Wadie P. Deddeh addresses the media at a press conference defending the Chaldean community in El Cajon after a law enforcement raid at an Iraqi social club
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2013 - 11:48pm PT
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We are getting busted for climbing content! I forgot the magenta alert notice and Officer Style-Challenged is obviously puzzled, thinking this is a bike race, when actually it's nothing of the sort.
It's a bike wreck, though!
http://www.who-sucks.com/vehicles/22-bicycle-crash-photos-that-will-make-you-cringe
Oh, yeah. Here's the mild climbing content. You ever climb on limestone like the Dolomites, anyone? Any horror stories? Lightning storms, partner fails? No death, though, Grateful, Spiteful, or Otherful.
"Not tonight, dear, I have a killer deadache."--Portia
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/live-feed/munsters-portia-de-rossi-lily-mockingbird-lane-nbc-pilot-bryan-fuller-336488
As I lay sleeping I felt like the tide left me here, listening to birdsong...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dr35NUoecw
EDIT: It's good to be able to edit in a punch line.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS0Vd88rLF0
I was pretty sleepy last night.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 15, 2013 - 02:50pm PT
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One, in an occastional series of Public Service Announcements.
Urea dissolves the intercellular matrix of the cells of the stratum corneum, promoting desquamation of scaly skin, eventually resulting in softening of hyperkeratotic areas
Why is this important you ask? This is how to get rid of those annoying and sometimes painful calluses which develop on you footz.
Knock knock ... Merced ... forgot the punchline. Punch me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 15, 2013 - 04:02pm PT
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Who's there?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0re_efoHfc
What do you want?
Squamous Flakes and fruit for breakfast is goo. (Pic of boney hand sticking up from mud.)
Cabbage and bone soup for lunch is super local. (Pic of grateful dead skeleton.)
Stone scones for tea? (Pic of Rolling Stones Let It Bleed LP.)
And a platterful of giant calamari for dindin. (Pic of famous giant squid from 20,000 Legumes under the Sea with Kirk Douglas.)
BTW, zBrown, Why Is This Important? (Pic of tagged exfoliating granite.)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 15, 2013 - 05:50pm PT
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Those people in the video are not the swiftest birds in the flight pattern. They could have gotten the answer had they remembered to knock.
Knock on wood (not Ron Wood), Knock yourself out, Knock on heaven's door (and hope nobody says Who is there?), Litte Richard heard me knocking, had a snappy comeback
Knock knock
Who be dere?
Merced
Merced who?
{no response}
Merced what?
Just what Jeff Ray Dahmer said
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2013 - 06:48am PT
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Notice the pack of greeting cards, nita? You are welcome.
This is the best, in many opinions, of Linda's pieces. It took me several looks before I saw it. This is the same area that I traipsed around as a young teen, plinking at birds and posts and picking up buckets of crawdads.
This is near the county line on the hwy north out of Snelling, near Dry Creek, I guess, south of the Tuolumne River and La Grange.
This is in the southern end of the county.
She tells me she's lived in Yosemite thirty years. This show is all about how she sees this place. I took the two above before the show ever opened and she says HELLO, WAYNE & CINDY!
There other things at the exhibit, too.
Merced County Multicultural Center
West Main St. at N St., Merced.
http://www.artsmerced.org
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 16, 2013 - 10:46am PT
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These are reputedly from Oroville, just a stone's throw (though who would) from Nita & TTR.
Why 'these' when only one? Good question - bad explanation.
58' wood interurban for Northern Electric Railway (California). Note the corner windows, and the arched clerestory windows.
EDIT:
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 16, 2013 - 10:53am PT
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http://www.perryhistory-aoh.com/images/interurban/jetmore/Interurban.jpg
It seems to me that driving every kind of rig that's ever been made and only being rewarded with weed, whites or wine is not that great a deal.
I'll go ask Alice or Terrible Herbst, though.
One thing for sure, that ain't Casy Jones in the bowtie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2013 - 04:10pm PT
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All the same, old bean, the numbers add up to thirteen.
2 + 3 + 8 = 13
It takes no Einsteen to seen that.
As for the driver's potential for disaster, we can only pray: In Casei donat Caeser, Deus suscipiet eam.
Never fear, the cowcatcher will catch her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngfHgsV0HRs
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 16, 2013 - 04:29pm PT
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similarly, by the identity property of addition
2 + 3 + 8 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 13
238000
In a RGB color space, hex #238000 is composed of 13.7% red, 50.2% green and 0% blue. Whereas in a CMYK color space, it is composed of 72.7% cyan, 0% magenta, 100% yellow and 49.8% black. It has a hue angle of 103.6 degrees, a saturation of 100% and a lightness of 25.1%. #238000 color hex could be obtained by blending #46ff00 with #000100. Closest websafe color is: #339900.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 16, 2013 - 04:32pm PT
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uh uh
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And those metal grates are a hell of a way to catch cows, I prefer the old-fashioned way.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2013 - 04:46pm PT
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And I just had an email from Larry Jones.
Let's see, dinner with CO Williams (chili cheese dogs, fries, o-rings and wine), a missive accompanied by infoon the name Aisha, as well as this about that.
Is someone trying to say somthing to me?
"I've attached the pic I was working from so you can see what I was trying to match. I agree the blue is a bit much, but I had painted it at least three times and Frank and I were getting tired of it. Remember that rivers, as with all bodies of water, act as mirrors and reflect the sky."
I wonder about the coincidence but let's chalk it up to God's knowing more than me.
I will say this--the bridge over the Merced River in the photo has obscured the reflection of the sky on the surface of the water. Larry ignored the shadow entirely. Free to paint it how you see it or want to see it. Not the case in portraiture. I appreciate the pains you are taking with the eyes, neebee. Sounds like you know how to go about it, too. What, me worry?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 16, 2013 - 06:09pm PT
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As Prince Buster observes in "Hard Man fe Dead"
Them seh, the cat's got a nine life
But this man got ninety-nine life, cause...
Them pick him up, you lick him down,
Him bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!)
Them boil one pot of chocolate tea.
And all the fried fish they caught in the sea
They also got six quart o' rum
Saying that they waiting for the nine night to come
It gets me to wondering just what the nine night is, so:
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 16, 2013 - 11:00pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown...
awwwwwwwww, that IS SO CUTE.. with your aunt there, behind you, :)
once again, mouse, enjoyed all the merced art info... :)
oh, and say:
liked them ol train-type machines on track, too, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2013 - 07:33pm PT
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The Merced Transpo Center, our Bus Line Hub.
This is on the old SP tracks, now BN. There is no Amtrak service here. It is on the Santa Fe across town about a half a mile.
It seems cockamamie to me to call it the transpo CENTER, when the bulk of Yosemite tourist traffic is through the train, not the Greyhound, which stops here, but not at the Amtrak. The riders of the Greyhound can catch the YARTS bus here, however, and this is where the bulk of Yosemite workers board, too. It is one block off of West Main ST. There is a connecting city bus from station to station, as well. You just have to be able to read the posted schedules and ASK THE BUS DRIVER, cuz it's not easy.
I'm mentioning this only because I met lots and lots of sojourners to Yosemite in the used bookstore, wandering around killing time on their way to/from the Amtrak or the Transpo. We had a visitors' book they could sign to make them feel homesick, I guess. It made for a good keepsake for the family when the owner of the shop passed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 17, 2013 - 07:55pm PT
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say there hey, Neebee
Glad you liked the photo. It was taken in CA, but my aunt lived her life in Michigan. Her husband, Uncle Bill, took care of my mom on the farm there in Ironwood, after my grandfather died.
So Mouse, not only do you hang with Tim Leary's bro, you also get email from Mr. Jones.
I know something's happening, just don't know what it is.
Some of those cows would boogie on away when I tried to catch 'em. Kinda catch as catch can you might say.
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How are moo?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2013 - 08:47pm PT
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The Rev's place in Greeley Hill, prior to remodeling. (Actually, it's a cabin at the Arbor Mine.)
The closest RR was the YVRR, not to be confused with the REAL RR.
The closest glacier was at El Portal.
The closest laundry was in the back of the shack. You needed to supply everything from soap to nuts.
http://www.soapnutsniagara.ca/
It wasn't Ivory that was dumped off Glacier Point, zBrown, back then, they hadn't any...it was glowing soap nuts.
The closest gold in them hills was where ya found it.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 17, 2013 - 09:07pm PT
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Mouse, I hope you don't own a Honda because they're palm tree magnets...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2013 - 09:29pm PT
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the sounds of silence are
car horns and alarm bells
the cyclone moves on
I have no car but
my other car, a vintage
Mercury Zephyr
The Mercury Zephyr was a compact car sold by the Lincoln-Mercury division of Ford Motor Company for the North American market. Introduced as a replacement for the Mercury Comet, it was produced from 1978 to 1983.
Along with its corporate cousin, the Ford Fairmont, it was the first use in the Mercury division of the long-lived unibody Fox platform, which did not completely leave production until 2004.
Zephyr, taken from a poetic name for the west wind, has a considerable history in the Ford line. Yee-haw!
It was first used in the late 1930s for a smaller, less expensive Lincoln, which provided the basis for the first Continental. From 1950 to 1972, it was used on a European Ford model. In 2006, it returned to the Lincoln line once again.
They are now extinct. Kaput. No mas.
A little-known fact, the line-dancing craze started in Detroit.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 17, 2013 - 10:51pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown, ... i think i remeber you mentioneing ironwood, now that i think on it... and the farm, too...
thanks again for sharing...
and now:
mouse:
that is SOME PALM TREE angle...
(hope it not encourage the tree that fell into rielly's pic, ;)
oh my, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2013 - 11:10pm PT
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Happy Saint Paddy's to ye, one and sundry.
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Threads I've thought of beginning, but it's the same game as Name Your Next Climb: Memorable, meaningful, brief, and witty.
What did you have for breakfast? (OT)
What is your favorite OT thread? (OT)
Pull red or pull blue?
Partners, hmph!
Famous climbing drunks.
Vietnam: Is socialism becoming more beautiul with tiem?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2013 - 11:58pm PT
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Non sequitur.Nose-talgia back in a day. NBIAD, eh?
And Werner did it first!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 18, 2013 - 12:04am PT
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Seems to me a rather dramatic way to attract folks to a VW car lot. It appears that the time frame of that photo would be in an age when everybody already had a VW anyway.
Now if this rather fit looking fellow was trying to tempt folks to either Politics or God or Science or Religion, that would be a different story altogther.
sail the ship
chop the tree
skip the rope
look at me
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2013 - 12:13am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Ya played right inta my hands, zBrown.
Time was...just as I slipped out, these slipped in.
So, to honor good intentions for the next few months, including the old geezers--
Climb the rock.
Belay me.
Down in dear
old Joshooie.
Take in slack.
Pick the Nose.
Find more to climb.
Look at those!
Cathedral Rocks.
Tahquitz, too.
Find a route.
Climb it,
you!
Spring has come.
Won't be long.
School is out.
Snow is gone!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 18, 2013 - 12:22am PT
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Thanks for allowing me in.
Was that Aces over eights?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2013 - 12:27am PT
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Anchor joke!
Lead balloon!
Deadman.
Spoke too soon.
I said non sequitur!
It's another Zombie!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2013 - 12:45am PT
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We tried the Coon-Sanders route.
They made radio famous.
But our ukes were not in tune and wouldn't get in tune.
So we bailed, that day, infamously. Literally.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DktKsP-CYGg]
It rained hard in early May. Just like it did for dear old Bob.neebee, notice the knit hat. He's better now.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 18, 2013 - 04:56pm PT
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Tree City de Otay
If I counted correctly, then on my aproximately 10,100 square foot lot, I have 7 Eucalyptus, 4 Shamel Ash, 1 Brazilian Pepper, 1 Liquid Amber and 1 Nectarine in the ground and 5 Ficus and 4 Nectarine in containers.
I had to remove one nectarine and one avocado tree due to termite infestation. I didn't realize the little pests got into live wood.
It was pretty hard to climb up in the tree this was taken from. Glad I didn't fall.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2013 - 01:43am PT
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Aw, zBrown, not a single solitary Sycamore?
In case you're inclined to believe a misconception, it's just plain wrong to say a sycamore is a fancy (London) Plane Tree. A more likely case is that you are as confused as I was before I got the skinny on these "deciderous" trees, related as they are in the distant past to the bushes, and drinking plain water. Or dirty water. From a hollow log.
http://www.doityourself.com/stry/london-plane-tree-vs-sycamore-tree
You'll be the darling of the botany class.
Dogs have favorite trees.
Big Jack Johnson and the Oilers/Black Dog
http://www.doityourself.com/stry/london-plane-tree-vs-sycamore-tree
Went to the Wool Growers in B'field today.
Lost in Shanghai, myself, Ben Robinson of Motown took his big black truck, TaTankA, and had John Muir riding shotgun, Merced to BF. We visited with Tom Rhorer and a caver buddy of Ben's (a major caver), John Hargraves, who used to live in B'field, but is now over to Oildale.
Yeah, you could say down on his luck, but a more upbeat and positive guy is hard to track down, though there are a good number floating around the Taco Stand. John Hamilton Muir of New Hampshire, new to California and a kidney, a family man of near forty with two boys, a climber who was lucky to get a new kidney. He's on relief and extended holiday, in Columbia till the end of April. His life is in flux but he's riding it high. Great to have met you, Jake MUIR. No sh#t.
Lost in Shanghai you know. Jay's very sharp, appreciates the hell out of the ST, and is one of the heroes, for my money, and it's always gonna be a fun time with LIS, who gets respect in lots of ways. Anyone who's climbed with Tom Cochrane and lived injury-free, he's fortunate! Some stories went down today... I know you'll see this, Jay, so just let me say that today made me look forward to Ben's next little adventure, four-wheelin' in the Tank. Yee-haw! Just the once, though. Don't want to make it a habit.
Tom Rhorer. The maddest Mad Bolter around, the funniest marathoner this side of Carlsbad, NM, just competed and finished his 25th LA Marathon; having finished in them all, he was ready to pack it in this year at mile ten, but as luck would have it, nobody was around to give him a ride! So he said "WTF: Do It!" And he did, in just under the eight hour limit, but HE DID IT! He's like, Donini's age.
A marvelous inspiration to myself with my athsma, just like Royal, Tom's gonna fail falling. Rappelling, anyway. Abseiling he'll likely die in harness. He's enjoying a long (I hope rejuvenating) sleep in Mojave right now, if I am any judge. He'll be hitting the LA scene and then back to NM. He plans returning to California before Facelift for more Rap Hi Jinx.
Photos to follow, naturally. We just now got into Merced and Jay and JM ("Jake") are headed to Tuolumne County and Ben is likely pulling into Motown right now. Another Day Trip, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like them...
There's a posting here on the ST about Tom's epic Nose Escape Route from 1970, I think it was.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2013 - 02:37am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2013 - 02:51am PT
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The Good Old Box of Tricks Not for Kids.
I believe I'm dreaming in yellow tonight. Adios a manana.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2013 - 10:49am PT
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And Good Morning, America! How the hell are ya?
Looking settled over the Sierra Nevada.
Joanie Phony/Lat Night I Had the Strangest Dream
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HX1XYY5X7g
To put and end to war. Getting back to BF:
We had some lunch, the family style spareribs, and brought out our spare fibs. We didn't wear bibs.
Apres le dejeuner, Mouse wanders the Streets of Bakersfield.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5P6zdlPJ34
More judgement.
Edit: His name is Tom Hargraves, not John. Mea culpa, I trusted my memory instead of writing it down.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 19, 2013 - 09:31pm PT
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I like James Fenimore Cooper's The Last of the Sycamores, though I must admit to not having read it for years.
You'll notice I don't have any Oak trees either. Still got termites. I hate those little bastards.
You're really enjoying that camera. Makes my heart soar (not sore).
The claim is that this is a photograph of JFC. He died at 61 in 1851, was employed as a novelist for the Curry Company and/or Walt Disney.
Gotta go, headin' up to Choco's to meet with Hag, something about a young 'un's dream (that's quite an abbreviation there son). Thankfully, I turned twenty-one in Berkeley.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2013 - 10:11pm PT
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Life without Pa. Let's roll.
I got run off the Mercy Hostpital campus on Bear Creek today. The lady in the little golf cart has big britches and a mean attitude.
I tried to steal the souls of the pink blossoms on the tree in front of the old play house of the dead and dying.
It made her tiny heart sore.
It makes for a good story about "authority."
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 19, 2013 - 11:34pm PT
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Could we just give those tree farmers some aid?
John and I always laugh in the face authority, like I said, I turned 21 in Berkeley.* Ya don't want my trousers to fall down now, do ya?
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*Disclaimer: Neither Mr. Mellencamp nor Dr. Wilson, receives any compensation from the Nicorette Corporation and no trees were harmed in the filming of the video.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2013 - 02:01am PT
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I went to Applegate Park, forgetting about authoritarian hospitality and grooved on the Tuesday afternoon socializing of the Hmong...
The men gather at the volleyball courts set up near the grand old Heritage Oak in the center of the park, next to the open air theater. They play a style of ball called takraw and the group I shot here use no hands, just feet and head (one case in which two heads might be a problem). The pros usually just spike the plastic sphere with the foot.
At any level, a guy with old knees can only sit and shake his head at these acrobatics and wonder at the relative tameness of hacky-sack...
I'm including some shots of the game of Too Loo, a top-spinning game, and a couple of short instructional videos.
Tujlub, the top-spinning game.
These fellows seemed rather desultory, but there was no competition going on at this time.
Short demonstration of takraw. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITHQuA8Tsls
How the kids learn to score at the spinning game. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=einA_aXvI1g
How the big guys play it. They even have southpaws. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHGnRyulJD4
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2013 - 02:15am PT
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The rest of the afternoon I spent trying to play around with different settings and using the darker light to help bring up whatever was there. It was not the most fun, but I blame it on the fact that I have to go back tomorrow early and shoot that pink tree by the hostpital. I'll dream in green tonight, mostly.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2013 - 02:34am PT
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PhilG
Trad climber
The Circuit, Tonasket WA
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Mar 20, 2013 - 09:14am PT
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Mouse:
Here's a more expensive shot
Better?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2013 - 09:29am PT
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How can I tell with all that smoke?
Yeah, well it's not like hair. When a forest burns it grows back, generally. Our hair is gone, sucker! :)
Mine is, anyhow, as you can tell by casual obs. Don't go by Sideshow Bob's. Got a recent photo of y'self? Is yon icon telling the truth?
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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Mar 20, 2013 - 09:46am PT
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Say there Mouse, is there still a nightclub in Merced called Avantis? Just wondering. And a very happy Last Day of Winter!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2013 - 09:49am PT
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It ran out of gas
Century's passed (the Century Bowl)
But Thank God for Gabe's!
Tank God fur Sprynge. Woo-hoo! Shoures soote, baby!--Jeffrey "the Rev"/"Chaucer"/"Muskrat" Mathis
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Mar 20, 2013 - 04:54pm PT
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Who else but Mouse to come up with this one
Too much fun and that was just one out of fifty moments in time.
And a few threads back when it was on the subject
The only thing I could find for why or reason is this one but does not mention anything about garbage.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 20, 2013 - 07:36pm PT
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And we are all together
boop boop pee doop
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 20, 2013 - 07:37pm PT
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break for climbing content...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 20, 2013 - 07:39pm PT
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watch out for that famous "Falling Rock"...
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 20, 2013 - 08:55pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 20, 2013 - 10:05pm PT
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Hmmmmmmmmmm! You can click to enlarge. You can't say that it's not a bird not unfriendly backyard, can you?
Bzzzzzzzzzz!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2013 - 03:49pm PT
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I wish I could say my work here is done, but the Bulldags of Fresno never sleep. The Flames, BTW, never HAD colors, accepting ALL colors, shapes and sizes. The closest we ever came to symbological representation was the Budweiser handkerchief I inherited from Liz, who wore it to biker's functions (but not to Biker's Field). We flew the hankie at the last Eastside solstice reunion I attended. Millis blew his nose on it for good luck.
You never can tell. --The Old Folks
Gypsy, those ah simply MAHVELOUS, Dahling!
"The pinnacle of coloramafication and composting."--'Little' Ed Itting
zBrown, I see you have a plenitude of holes in the yard. I counted 13.
How many boids in Hitchcock Hall?
How many voids in porosity casting?
How many holes will it take till we learn,
everybody poops and the poop's gotta go somewhere.
Mice just go.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 21, 2013 - 06:37pm PT
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I'm fixin' a hole where the dirt falls in - 13 times, sure glad it isn't Friday.
George told me one night, someday Bruce, all this could be yours, but the sun could shine in your backyard someday too. One never knows.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2013 - 07:06pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAIZb2EYFVs&playnext=1&list=PL39E75C67E8E3DD8F&feature=results_video
I fixed the "Hole in My Heart" yesterday. I didn't know I had one, but it got filled.
Lots of fresh air. The ides is past.
The First Day of Spring in Yosemite Valley, 2013.
It rained. I did not get wet.
I got my renaissance fix.
Yosemite, I love ya, babe, God knows I do.
Have another hit of fresh air. Sweet California Sunshine and Shadow.
Let's see some obscured shots from Mister Obscurity himself.
obscure: Deficient in brightness: caliginous, dark, dim, dusky, murky. Not clearly perceived or perceptible: blear, bleary, cloudy, dim, faint, foggy, fuzzy, hazy, indefinite, indistinct, misty, shadowy, unclear, undistinct, vague. Far from centers of human population: back, insular, isolated, lonely, lonesome, outlying, out-of-the-way, remote, removed, secluded, solitary. Not readily noticed or seen: inconspicuous, unconspicuous, unnoticeable, unobtrusive. Not known or not widely known by name: nameless, unheard-of, unknown. Liable to more than one interpretation: ambiguous, cloudy, equivocal, inexplicit, nebulous, uncertain, unclear, vague. To make dim or indistinct: becloud, bedim, befog, blear, blur, cloud, dim, dull, eclipse, fog, gloom, mist, obfuscate, overcast, overshadow, shadow. To conceal in obscurity: hide, submerge. To cut off from sight: block, conceal, hide, obstruct, screen, shroud, shut off.
God forbids "huh? what?" and "I don't get it." Critics!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2013 - 08:38pm PT
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Justin was there. We met at Lenna's last week. He asked where was Ayshe?
"Turkey," I said. "She's back with Mohammed." No, I just said she left to go back to Ankara and her life as a big-time bridge expert. I hope she understands, if she's lurking, that I was enormously impressed by the similarities in our two lives. It showed me that humans are more alike in ways we can't imagine than we can imagine.
And then I went out to Leidig for an hour to see my other rock bros.
The cliffs are more like us than we can imagine.
And it's real, one more time...
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Mar 21, 2013 - 08:41pm PT
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^^^^^^^nice Mouse....very moody....loved the pics and musings.
Susan
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 21, 2013 - 08:55pm PT
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Say M-Ansel, you're getting pretty good with that camera, I'd say. I'll be pilfering your gallery soon.
Keep them coming or going, whichever suits your fancy.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 22, 2013 - 03:43am PT
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hey there say, mouse.... wow, i love those crag shots with trees...
wonderful photos... no place like yosemite, for spring...
thanks for sharing...
i really love gypsy's pinnacles, too...
really good inpiration to see all these... :)
say, what happened to the bison thread, i had posted to it, and it
was gone... could have been my computer...
sending you an email, soon... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 22, 2013 - 03:59am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 22, 2013 - 03:25pm PT
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Have I mentioned that Corsica is a granite island?
Have I mentioned Corsica lately?
Nice wind Mr. Mouse
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 22, 2013 - 04:27pm PT
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although not a hard man fe dead, Warren would have made a good flame
excitable boy had a good sense of humour and knew his words, didn't care much for authority, not sure of his photographic skills, other than a photographic memory, never reneged
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 22, 2013 - 09:09pm PT
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We have not been taking Corsica for Granite. We appreciate it gneissly.
I haven't had time to listen to MM for quite a few days, though. I better do something about that.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
That's better.
Kiki Raina 2013. I'm on a break. Hauled home the booty. I'm heading back for a to'ere.
Aloha!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 22, 2013 - 09:18pm PT
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hey there say, gypsy, as to this:
Have I mentioned that Corsica is a granite island?
Have I mentioned Corsica lately
i've missed some posts here, but i'd love to hear more about corsica...
did NOT know it was a granite island... grant it, now i know, :)
thanks to you, :)
oh my, say, mouse:
i love the tahitian dancing... sorry to have missed it, though of course,
i could not get there, :))
thanks for sharing... love them ol' drums... :) ...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 23, 2013 - 12:05am PT
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hey there say, gypsy... wow, i will go try the links... slideshows should work, it is video that i can't get... say, thanks! so much!
more fun, than just looking up and reading about it, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 23, 2013 - 12:15am PT
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my last post got lost - mousie - are you not telling us something?
the bad news is, I cannot remember exactly what I said, so rather than distort history - I'm just gonna let it slide
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2013 - 02:28am PT
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Video from last year.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrbSI4Af4YM
Becky is the owner of Pacifica. She's a busy lady. Runs the show here in Merced for all these out-of-towners. There's a shot of her and her grandson earlier on with some fabric I bought there.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 23, 2013 - 11:09am PT
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Tree spirits abound
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2013 - 04:14pm PT
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Yep. Corny as it sounds.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2013 - 04:20pm PT
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I shot the moon. With no direction home.
Like a rolling stone.
Unknown except by what it touches, the wind moves thru and around, over, under, and who-knows-where else.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 23, 2013 - 04:55pm PT
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Generally, the approved protocol when posting photos of trees, unless of course it's just one tree as in Gypsy's post, is to post a count of the number of trees and and identification of the species being documented.
Unless of course they are undocumented and appear in the photo illegally.
Photos of apes are exempt from the protocol, since most do not have a camera and therefore only a passing knowledge of the rules.
Tree huggers!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2013 - 06:27pm PT
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zBrownish-Redd Man, the mystopudlian link.
How in the dickens...But they were extinct.
And you can't beat that chest with a MC Hammer!
But how's his belay stance manner? He doesn't just sit there and yammer?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Clint Eastwood's in the tail endo that Edison reel,
that VINTAGE REEL,
trying to claim it in the name of the holy catholic church.
He should have just talked it over with Francis.
It had everything to do with Clint's sister Sara, played by Shirley, the sister of Warren Beatty. Monkey see, monkey do.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 24, 2013 - 12:17am PT
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Everybody knows this is nowhere
but
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 12:36am PT
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Thanks, Ron.
Ron Kauk, ladies and gentlemen.
I was lamely wondering and wandering on Main ST. in search of whatever came and I got shots of the moon.
They weren't great, but I didn't know my best shots were waiting just in the same block. While I was wandering, ROK was in the MCAC discussing the sacred.
Just what I was saying, right, neebee?
In nature's way
everything is
talking, and
we just need to
remember how
to listen and
respect.
This is going to take some time to digest, settle, and be absorbed as spirit food. It was a fact I missed the presentation, the slides, the lecture. Spare me o christ. I made it to the after-party and started asking questions, dumber than snot, but found Ron and put it to him, WTH, Bro? We'd never met. We seemed to be in agreement. Kids need mountains and hills and seashores and trees and rocks and sand to expand and grow grand. That's basically it.
I've done my part by giving. I suggest you find the opportunity to help ROK the planet, the moon, and the stars.
You can't afford to ignore opportunity.
In mysterious ways, he muses, the universe expands to incorporate. Why souldn't you?
It's all over now, BABY BLUE.
Here. Have a think about how you got where you were ready.
http://sacredrok.org/about-ron-kauk/
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Mar 24, 2013 - 12:47am PT
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Fun!
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 01:09am PT
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It's the bottom of some dumb watervall.
The wind died completely tonight.
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splitter
Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
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Mar 24, 2013 - 01:42am PT
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I have many fond memories of my all day excursions, which involved leaving my tent well before sunrise and sitting out in front of the old gas station next to C4, and hitching a ride to Merced with the high hopes of making it there before my 8:00 AM appointment. They always scheduled me for one of the earliest slots, on purpose, I am certain of that.
My address was general delivery Merced, but I was living in C4. I traveled there every two weeks for the $32.00 check, which was my sole form of support. That was the Spring of '74, and I, like Royal Robbins before me, had determined to totally commit my life to climbing (lol).
It was an all day trip, and I would generally arrive back to the Valley just as the sun was nearing the western horizon. But it would usually include a dip in the Merced, which one time included a VW bus full of hippie chicks (4-5) from somewhere, who were on their way to some preset destination / campground partway up to TM (forget the name of it). They all shed their cloths without the slightest discussion nor hesitation and I followed suit...or, I should say, I followed suitless. ;)
That is one of my fonder memories, although I was a little disapointed when they didn't respond in the slightest to my hints about how I wouldn't mind joining them.
Another time, I recall this one dude followed me in his car for a block or two as I walked along the sidewalk early on morning. All the while trying to convince me that the gold watch he was wearing was just that, solid gold, and how I could be the proud owner of it for X amount of dollars, which I didn't have and had absolutely no in interest in anyway. But, I must admit, he was pretty damn convincing of how he really didn't want to part with it, but was in dire need of money. I think he was asking something like $30 bucks, and always wondered if I had passed up the deal of a lifetime.
Then there was this one guy, around my age (24) whom linked up with me while I was hitching back to Yose at the edge of town that talked nonstop about Jefferson Airplanes new lineup and band Jefferson Starship. Which, he was convinced, was here from outer space and was going to take all the fans (& hip peeps in general i think) back to some planet and it would be an extended Woodstock type celebration. About all I contributed to the conversation was an occasional "Cool" or a "Far out, man".
I put up with a lot of crap from those peeps at the Employment Office. They would spring all kinds of trick questions, etc! One lady simply asked, "Have your ears popped yet." with a smug look on her face, and she didn't even bother to wait for an answer.
She was saying, in other words, "We know you are coming down here from Yosemite, you damn bum. And have made an absolutely zilch effort to find a job."
But it was always a fun journey, with interesting people and beautiful country which followed along the same path that Muir once took (i believe) when he herded the sheep that he was tending to higher and higher ground.
Perhaps we crossed paths, Mouse.
edit: I believe $32 would probably buy about the same amount of goods that $150 would today (if you take into account inflation). But, that is only generally speaking. Because I recall that the Mountain Shop in Yose, where I eventually went to work (once my unemployment ran out) was selling Edelrid ropes for $100. That would have been equivalent to around $500 today! Yikes!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 02:18am PT
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Deal of a Lifetime. I, 5.10.
FA John Timex, Skip Mee
I John/5:10abcd
Everybody who believes in the Son of God
has this testimony inside him; and anyone who will not believe God
is making God out to be a liar,
because he has not tursted(?)
the testimony God has given about his Son.
Roper's jealous. Nice post, Splitter. BAAAD-ASS Dirtbaggerer from back in the Way. You were tryin' to live in the truth & light.
God's blessed you with some gifts, bro. Show up more often.
"Ears popped?" Bwa, etc.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(?) Tursted id a midspelling. Srry.
Don't look it up in the Urban Dictionary, I swear, don't do it!
http://sacredrok.org/
"Climb of a Lifetime."
It's strange to see an event going on in your own dang space
That you never even heard was going to take place.
As Gomer said, "Surprise, surprise, surprise!"
I didn't believe my eyes.
Lord, what a day you've made...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 24, 2013 - 07:04am PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh my... the pics this time, are taking longer to load... will have to come back and see everything...
will try again, on sunday night...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 04:09pm PT
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These are the bare bones of what the ROK project's about.
These are some of the folks who deserve mention.Are the days of "Bad Boys" over?
A long time ago.
Cue the Kinks again, if you feel the need.
If you are
A Long Way from Home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_G1UeoX7hE
I'm not and in a way I am. Two places. One guy.
Two guys. One place.
He does cracks.
I do face.
Two guys in the human race.
Monkey men from bad little boys.
Cue the STones.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 04:28pm PT
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Monkey-Mouse-Shines-Mao's-Shoes-Atop-Tar-King.
All pics pigs inc.
Encouraged by Mao, led by Mao, Mao by Mouse. Community communism. Selective collective living.
Long-March-Up-Snake's-Back-Yields-Security-For-The-Masses-In-Conga-Line.
Fist there is a Mao Tse-Tung, then there is no mo Mao Tse-Tung, then there is.
Totalitarian-Rule-Kills-Smokers-And-Non-Smokers-Alike.
How do you say semper farcissimus in Mandarin?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 11:39pm PT
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Encore encore.
Well, it's about having fun and that was fun.
Tomorrow comes early, though.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 25, 2013 - 08:41am PT
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Tomorrow comes even earlier here--why it is here already
but spring is not
supposed to snow for the next 2 or 3 days and the high today will be 32 degrees
lovely
so here I sit drinking coffee and trying to stay warm
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 25, 2013 - 11:22pm PT
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one of the most beautiful songs in the world is sung by the meadowlark
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 12:00am PT
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I have loved meadow larks ever since Sacramento in the
50s, gong to school each morning.
Alpine start. Alpine start.
Never happened!! Whatchoo sayin'? What is goin' throuh my head is a bunch of guys layin' in bed.
Won't get up till they've been fed.
Time was in Camp 4, you'd open the tent dooer and smell Camp 4--Cawfee!
And it often took the place of the challenge.
We'd end up boogerin' the day away.
Yeah. Listening to
Weight!
http://www.wimp.com/campingout/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTUi9l84fRw
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 26, 2013 - 01:10am PT
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Did I mention I HATE alpine starts? So why did I subject my fragile
psyche to so many? Or was that 'sposed to read 'psycho'?
There ain't even a flippin' moon fer heaven sakes!
And crap was it cold! (Jan @ 10,000' on Rainier)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 01:43am PT
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Dang, Reilly, it was worth it for as long as you took to get back into the sack!
Heroes do with no cawfee!
Shoulda, couldn't, woulda had we a guide. Jist o' Jim and Dillis. Occasionaly Lloyd. The Bros. Bircheff.
No concerted efforts on our part, just relying on, "I took along a real rack."
"Well, should we use just pins or just nuts?"
Cryptic answers, all we got, except from Lloyd. He had a license.
wimp.com "Climbing tools--the piton." Suggested dideo.
That's the wimp. Sorry. A4, let's go to the cawfee shop.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 01:53am PT
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In removing the piton, should it resist coming free, connect your cleaning biner, which is conncted to your waist, and hit the $&*#@! pin and push your weight away at the same time.
WHACK!
Surprise, surprise, surprise!
Waste time, f*#k around, just don't make another sound.
WHANG!
We're good...
Providing you are suspended from ascenders, of course!
Wooo-hooo-hooo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 11:19am PT
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Aujourd-wee dans la valley de SJ.
Mother’s Joy: Jeff's m'Boy!
Barbara raised me to love the One Who gave us life and breath.
This is dedicated to my best friend, the better half of Mouse and Jeff.
She and Betty both were both concerned
When our diplomae we had earned.
And to the Valley our faces turned.
There it was we met our fate
In forms we loved and forms we’d hate
With stacks of pancakes on our plate.
Jeff could really cook, and jam, and screw,
I washed, belayed, and wished I knew
A nice blonde easy gal or two.
All that happened long ago,
In days of Yo in old Camp 4,
He’s sixty-five. (I’m sixty-four.)
He’s older now and we’re both lots wiser.
I owe my life to Lilly and Pfizer,
And to Jeff. (can’t wipe my eyes, here).
Mom “came to me” this morning after I was out shooting on the balcony.
She and Jeff share the same birthday, the twenty-ninth of March.
I was pretty hammered last night. This nearly worked.
Happy Birthday coming, Mom.
We’ll see about the REV.
Jeff Mathis' address, birthday card-wise
PO Box 982
Groveland, CA. 95321
Ph. 209-878-0423
He's not online, never will be, but he's still connected.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 01:08pm PT
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Well, Pilgrim, YOU tell ME. I'll do the rest of the sharin' out.
Who was it that said, "To quote Elvis, you have to twitch (twitch)."
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 26, 2013 - 04:22pm PT
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I been out fightin' the law again, sure hope it doesn't win.
Here's a couple from Corona Del Mar (could be South Laguna), where I used to hang out.
I can't remember if they tore down 2 or 3 houses to build this one. Some guy told me he knew who owned it, but he wasn't saying.
I just grinned and shook his hand, no was all I said.
After you cut down those termite infested trees, you have to whack them up into little pieces. Always good to have an ax-man like Jimi around to listen to when you're whacking. Was kinda irritated anyway cuz all my orange shirts were in the washer.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
On a clear day you can see all the way from Corona Del Mar to Maui (it's somewhere some few meters over the rainbow).
Just don't judge me by my shoes.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 26, 2013 - 08:58pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 27, 2013 - 02:17am PT
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Nice tan, Chan.
[Click to View YouTube Video]A Stone in the Garden of Rocks.
For sure, one of the best autobiographies I have read.
Try this Life and then We Gotta Get Outa This Place by an animal or a bird, one.
Catching the full moon bus to the Valley in the morning.
I'll be in touch.
Easter Break begins at MIDNIGHT TONIGHT.
There are no black and white days scheduled in the next month.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 27, 2013 - 02:44am PT
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But not yet.
[Click to View YouTube Video]One more throw.
I would like to go to Vitally Musienko's presentation if anyone from the area is planning on going, or might like to go--I will share gas expense.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 27, 2013 - 11:10am PT
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The view down the avenue from Union Point.
http://gigapan.com/gigapans/7224/
Killing some time waiting for the bus.
I had the whole hog for breakfast.
I penned this last night while the moon was directly above, more or less.
Moonyanna
Bridal night on Bridalveil Creek
the legend of Tis-sa-ack
http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/ca/lly/lly28.htm
the legend of Po-ho-no
http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/ca/lly/lly29.htm
The orb and the dome come together and kiss.
Long-lost cousins or a maybe just a loving couple?
The granite dome is three-quarter orb to begin with, in a way of seeing which is perfectly natural.
Oh, Diana.
Oh, the Lizzes.
Oh, Tis-sa-ack.
Oh, North Dome.
Oh, three-Starr King.
Oh, old Po-ho-no.
Oh, papoose.
Oh, don’t you all moon-dance on the same night.
I can’t be in two places at once.
Not when I’m right here in the center of the universe.
Did God plan when He created?
He should not have had to, being who He is.
But move over here, it’s the center of MY universe, a skewed vision of the real, maybe more real, I can't tell.
So this can happen, though not on the same night, of course:
This kissing of former planetary cousins, at one time one being.
It is illusion, practiced by the lens-man, who plans both illustration and illusion.
There is no kissing of Luna and Rock in reality.
It is simply a nice conceit.
It’s good, though.
I guess He could have gotten it better, if He did plan; it is all part of the mystery of the universe.
I just think I might want to carry this night around in my wallet as a memento.
Along with the one that’s already there of the Golden Arches and the Liz and my self.
It will help me remember my universe belongs to the one who made me.
Or is it the other way ‘round, do you think?
Cue "Knights in White Satin" by the Moody Blues.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9muzyOd4Lh8
You never really reach the end.
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zBrown
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chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 27, 2013 - 05:49pm PT
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the one with the fez
he turns and he sez
we'd like to help you
make your trip
wheels throwing water all over my axe
and you know about Mr. Jones (he emails you)
good tidings on your trip
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 27, 2013 - 05:52pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... well, the ol' new faster browser just ain't what it used to be, ... hmmmm, does this remind one of a song, perhaps... :)
well, i just sent you an email.. painting is done, but for touch'ups... :)
an extra surprise will be in it, too... check email for mailing time, etc...
happy good day trip here, to you... :)
oh--i meant = sent you an email HERE... could not the email in my browser to work, :( after 20 min, i gave up... :(
so in case the taco email doesn't work, i posted here, too... :)
but--check the ol' email, and hopefully the taco, took'o....
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zBrown
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chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 27, 2013 - 11:38pm PT
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To top grasshoppers in the long jump, relative to their body length or height, an average adult male human would have to soar a distance of nearly 90 feet
In this study, we compared the morphology, jump performance and lactate production of twenty species of female grasshoppers ranging in size from 0.2 to 7.0 g to determine whether interspecific scaling of jump performance followed vertebrate or ontogenetic grasshopper models
http://www.fasebj.org/cgi/content/meeting_abstract/21/6/A1398-b
Very white men can jump, but I think they are better at guitar.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 28, 2013 - 06:36pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 29, 2013 - 12:40am PT
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Uh, Cristowise, isn't it just as important to ask, when does Cristo's Yosemite Falls close?
I don't think Hank done it thisaway.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mar 29, 2013 - 12:43am PT
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Looks like Vernal Falls
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 29, 2013 - 04:39am PT
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Vernal's Easter than Yosemite Falls, Upper Case, lower case, and the Casecades, as well as Yosemite West, and lost more. I can't say for Yosemite Yeast, there's a bad moon a-risin'.
In obscurity is pride rekindled--we never change.
No Hamm for Easter.
Bow our heads, remove our hearts.
Hope he rests in peaceful parts.
Under a rock or in the sky.
Randall Hamm was quite a guy.
Peace, Gypsy and Ariel, in year thirty.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 29, 2013 - 05:04am PT
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and hearty birthday wishes to the Rev.
And Happy Easter to all my fine friends in good Taco Standing or not.
ChristO!
pics, synch. and Cinemouse Prods. announce, for your edification and special thrill
Traipsing the Southside coming to the Tijuana Cafe/Cinema soon at a theater near you. Bring your bright things and lots of balloons. Light show! Derring-do! Sports celebs on the EC Ten! Tree-mendous amount of artful arboreal appreciation! Musical interpretation! Expert commentary! Someday! Someday! Someday!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 29, 2013 - 05:51am PT
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hey there say, mouse.... love those mulberry trees...
i tried to grow one from twig... did not work though...
will try again, when i can... there is a huge one, near corner where i used to live... but:
my neighbor where i used to live, just a few blocks away, by the way... well, she had the best one ... it hung in her yard, from the neighbor, but, sadly, said folks cut it down for being a 'too messy tree'... :(
love the neat pic of your mom...
my mom had a similar type outfit? well, perhaps not the print'exact, but it was so neat to see her pic, too...
not sure if i can ever find it though... it may be in her house...
thanks for sharing, made me think of my mom, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 29, 2013 - 12:01pm PT
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Trees of a deciduous nature are more apt metaphorically for living. Pines are not. --Life is a Fruitlesss Quest for Mulberry Tea in the San Jaoquin, a lurkette's email to me
http://www.ehow.com/facts_5589358_fruitless-mulberry-tree_.html
Don't try to use the leaves of the fruitless mulberry for tea unless you like adventure. Just cuz I ain't did it don't mean you shoudn't or maybe should try it. I found raking fruitless mulberry leaves quite a chore. I hung for many slothful hours from ours watching the ships go sailin', somewhere beyond the sea...tryin' to be cool in the shade like an upside-down thermometer hangin'.
I just realized...ChristO's fence is due to open in less than an hour. Work to do.
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SCseagoat
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Santa Cruz
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Mar 29, 2013 - 06:19pm PT
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Nice Mom remembrance, Mouse.
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 29, 2013 - 08:03pm PT
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Yes. Bobbyes like yes.
Yes, Mom.
Thank you, Mom.
Love you, Mom.
Thank you, Tad.
Is that a Dragonfly in the water
Behind her?
Thank you, Sue.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 29, 2013 - 08:12pm PT
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Tad the Bassist/Banjovist.Jennifer Fleury Frese the Vocal Gal. Brian Kirkland drummist. Mark Frese guitars vocals keys.
About a thousand miles from where?
Jane Jones sounds from the next stall
NICE to have COOL Friends
Did George Martin's spirit visit the studio for some of those tracks?
A smile can always take you by the tail.
You can't control fortune. You'll fail.
Things ya shoulda done don't count...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 30, 2013 - 12:54am PT
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and the corollary
things you don't count should have been done, up to a point
infinity Flambé
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 30, 2013 - 09:11am PT
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can't remember off hand the year I took this photo but it was probably 2007 or '08
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 30, 2013 - 11:41am PT
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I'd heard about the magical baby yachter; I asked my friend, E-Trade Baby, of course...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 30, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
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apparently the answer is blowing in the wind
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 30, 2013 - 03:28pm PT
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If ya can't have a Merry Christmas anymore cusz it's against PC etiquette, and it seems to me the same should be held against Easter,
I suggest the following cheerful-but-hip-sounding greeting:
May the sensibilities of the current holiday of your choosing be with you BIG TIME!
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Gene
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Mar 30, 2013 - 03:46pm PT
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Wishing you a Blessed Easter, Mouse!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 30, 2013 - 04:51pm PT
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A heat-felt thank you, Gene! It's warming up here in Middle Earth today.
I'll be heading out East Olive in a bit to spend the afternoon with Liz's grandchildren and her son Scott and his bride Jennifer.
This is big doings for me, as the link to them has been tenuous in the last many years since Zoe died. She lived next to the triplex owned by Liz's stepdad, Richard. When they were neighbors, I saw them often, as I was Zoe's regular afternoon Scrabble-playing/Bud-drinking partner. I suspect that Jen's sensibilities were offended by this lush aspect of her husband's stepdad's personality.
Be that the way, they have a place just east on East Olive Avenue, in the 1500s, while my folks' old place is in the 800s, a distance of a quarter-mile. I am in town, however, and this small geographic difference separated us. They had two boys when they moved out there from town. They now have added two girls. It's the day the Lord has made.
I have a bag of kiddie-litter (Mardi Gras beads, candy leis, and felt eggs and chili-flavored dried pineappple bits. And a 49er bear mascot who converts into a plush football. And the camera and tripod for timed family shots. And a container of old Liz & sisters & relatives snapshots. And neebee's promised painting of Scott and Mike and Liz.
I've told Scott about this, neebee, so it's not a surprise--if he knows, then Jen knows. But I want it to be a formal unveiling and will let Jen choose a special date for the kids to gawk and gasp and remember. This should be a fun afternoon.
It's odd that the Savior died on a cross, an omnidirectional symbol, because in Christ there is no east or west.
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Gene
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Mar 30, 2013 - 06:01pm PT
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.... because in Christ there is no east or west.
True dat!
Methinks the pertinent axis of the cross is the one that points up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 30, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
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Symbology, eh?
I've enjoyed the white hat all my life. So has Royal Robbins, for lots of his life. And so has Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys, and his Queen of the West lady-wife, Dale Evans.
Now hasn't someone at least noticed the similarity between Royal and Roy lies not only in the color of the hat?
RR and RR.
Roy and Roy.
Roy Ro and Roy Ro.
Top-flight climber and top-flight singing cowboy.
Handy as heck with a rope.
Hung out with respectable partners.
Hung out around Chatsworth.
There are more, I just thought I would get that out there because it's doing no one any good if I keep these thoughts to myself.
And I'm reading Royal's My Life Vol. I, so I'm bound to have more to share. Like this--
The fantasy world of the Silver Screen had us firmly in its grip. Most of our money was spent on Saturday afternoons at the Hitching Post, a theater on Hollywood Boulevard specializing in western films. It was our church and those movies were our weekly spiritual food. The good guys, like Tom Mix and Roy Rogers, always won, and the endings were never sad. The sense of authenticity was heightened by the requirement that we check our toy guns and cap pistols at the door. Movies were 10 cents. A bag of popcorn, a necissity, cost five more precious pennies.--p. 87
As I grew up viewing western heroes like Davy Crockett and Wyatt Earp (two t's each) and soon had to cope with countless other white hats, like Lucas and Yuma (figurative white hats for Crockett and Yuma, OK?), due to the general lack of TV originality and the grossness of TV venality, I started reading more and more. I got into SciFi in the fourth and fifth grades, then took a chance with adventure books about the Himalayas and Alaska. It became open season on anything when Sister Justine started us out in eighth grade (I had just come to Merced-it was a new school at Our Lady of Mercy) by reading part of a book in the period after noon recess. The Pearl, Hiroshima, the story of the Bataan death march. I read The Incredible Journey and The Longest Walk both around this time for the first time each. Justine was "The Voice." A cattle car full of rowdy boys (42) and girls (only 12 or 13) settled down immediatlely. Who reads to the eighth grade anymore?
Liz told me once she had Roy on the brain, while her sister Betty Rose had Gene Autry as her ideal. Two very different girls, but alike in one thing, they had idols. There's a lot of truth to what Pulp Fiction claimed about there being two types of people in the world.
Neither type has a claim to the truth, as truth is relative.
Here's Lizzie, all in a twinkling, the apple of my eye.
I want more books, please.
And here is Scott with little Sophie, one apple of many, I think.
neebee, I'm having some eggs benedict in the morning. I'll make some for ya and I hope you don't mind de ketchup, de Hollandaise is soured. There's just Club Crackers and some three-week-old eggs, too, so it's kinda funky. There's lots of coffee, though.
The ham is a gift from Jen. De ice is melted. Have a brisk day and lots of sunshine.And a Blessed Mother of an Easter!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 30, 2013 - 11:20pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, will be in the mail this week, :)
also, a few more little surprises, :)
happy easter... say, nice to see Gene here too!
happy easter to you all...
me and ol' patty ann marie, will be here alone, most likely...
and will enjoy the yard of winter-melt-off...
we did get invited to see the kids at a gather last week to a pre-easter gather supper of sorts, at a church building (all step grandkids) (as the others are in south texas) and that was nice...
yep, my real family of kids have not much to do with me at all, no calls, letter, emails, and rarely a facebook hi...
so these folks here, are like my family, here, ... god is so good to give us, for what we lose...
so mouse, i sure understand, getting in tough with your family, and how
special that is! :)
all for now! :) will be a busy night... for other projets going one, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 01:03am PT
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My heart was missing Liz today.
I'm sure Gypsy has the same feelings.
I remember the good times and there were sad, trying times.
Love remained alive.
Two versions of one of Mancini's best works.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 31, 2013 - 01:05am PT
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Well that's about it. No direction home. Why do so many directions lead to a woman?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 31, 2013 - 04:35am PT
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hey there say, mouse... just saw the breakfast part...
yep, coffee will do...
also, just a simple easy over egg, or a hardboiled, whatever...
:)
scrambled is good with onions and tomatoes, :)
i got your other surprise to add the painting half done, now, :)
awwwww, you will be so very glad...
say, :( i am sorry as to you missing liz, tonight, :(
as i always say to folks:
thank god for the times that you did have, though, as,
they helped make you who you are and the memories that STAY,
sad though they may be, HELP enhance who you are now...
god bless... :)
prayers and happy easter with the family!!! :)
so very glad it is coming to pass, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 04:49am PT
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Glory be! It’s raining
After what seemed days of straining.
Ma Nature has us singing!
All around us, Spring is springing.
We had that bad moon a-risin. It was OK.
Let's try a good Son a-risin. It'll be perfect.
Welcome, Boy! Howdy! God love ya! I sure do!
And I still wonder, I still wonder,
"When will He stop the rain?"
"It doesn't really matter. I'm ready for the rain."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 05:22am PT
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Never hurt a fly, it could be somebody's lover.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Number sixteen in your hymnals, children.
Surprise, surprise, surpise!
PINK PINK PINK
FLOYD FLOYD FLOYD
FLY FLY FLY
and never land again
Then at last the mighty ship descending on a point of flame
Made contact with the human race
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Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
The meek shall cause your tower to fall, make of you a pyre of flame,
Oh you who dwell on many waters, rich in treasures, wide in fame.
You bow unto your God of gold, your pride of might shall be a shame,
For only God can lead His people back unto the Earth again.
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
A Holy mountain be restored, and mercy on that people, that people LORD.
Eggs Ackley like the man said, "Infinity flambe."
Happy zEaster, z.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 10:43am PT
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Feliz Pascua, Amigos
[Click to View YouTube Video]I dreamed I saw St. Anthony,
Alive as you or me
Tearing throught these quarters
In the utmost misery.
But he was too slow
As his britches show
He dropped his load
All over the flo.
Patron of lost things and missing persons.
Who ya gonna call?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg6i4E0Woak
Red velvet, not blue.
Try to depend on yourselves;
when you can't, call on the rest of us, you Topians.
Need some help, ask.
It's not beggin'.
It's kindness and brotherhoodly action that makes us human.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 31, 2013 - 11:57am PT
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Why zank you very much mouse - and the same sentiment to youz and yorz
from meez and minz
message de Google
We could not calculate directions between Marquesas Islands and Easter Island.
But I think it's smooth sailing!
Speaking of CSN, when I went to see ole Bob Dylan, Joni, & Van (at leastat the Pauley Pavillion one night, I was standing right there next to Graham Nash for a while and whilst I didn't speak to him, I could hear everything he was saying. Seemed like a very down to Earth guy.
Never encountered Janis, but she viewed the world differently (at least sometimes)
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Legal update: looks like this one may be a winner (whew)!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 03:04pm PT
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Yeah, Marlow. Talkin' to you, Baby!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Won't somebody tell me wdshtd? No, let her tell it.
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I don't understand how come you're gone, man. I don't understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man.
Papeetee, TX., man. Never heard of it, have ya?--JJ
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 03:43pm PT
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Melanie Melonsugar, Janis' other best friend, mentioned that there is a sad lack in reportage de Y JJ fell in with BB&HC in SF--her connection to zGood Ol' Boyz in zBand, Chet Helms (RIP) by name, the Dogfather by fame.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7lplgu8pJE
Cuckoos don't need to jump, but they can.--Woddy Harrelson, cowpoker
Splitter, time to rise and shine and join the choir. Wash that face, comb that hair, wash yer hands, and find a chair.
Cosmic, find it in yer heart to call me today, OK? Enjoy some BACON!, just a little more RIND, baby!, with that TOMATO! Hoping yer home and happy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 03:55pm PT
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Highway 41 Minus Forty-One Years.JJ was recruited by band manager Chet Helms to join Big Brother as lead singer on June 4, 1966. They soon landed a record contract, issuing their first album on Mainstream and their second – a top seller – on Columbia Records.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Janis didn't even make it to the end of her summertime. I'm eternally grateful to have reached winter.
And to be able to lay around listening to an angel, surfing at the same time--catching up to the modern world is easy with a computer.
http://churchofrabbit.com/?cat=10&paged=2
Why didn't somebody tell me years ago?--and taking the odd photo or two now and again.
I do think that for me, the Center lies someplace very close to the Bridalveil Junction. Highway 41 meets Highway 140 and Southside Drive is the resulting traffic glacier/river of nice people on holiday.
It wouldn't be the same without the contributing Highway 132, which joins the 140 just west of the Bridalveil. Thank you, Too All Of Me.
Yes, I am in fact, the Yosemite TRaffic Cam, high atop LCR, the eye in the middle of the forehead of the valley, the outpost.
Job one: Keep an eye on The Sentinel. She's getting restless. She's the Janis of the Group, see, in her "mind." LSD is nothing, everything in her experience is long--slow--deliberate, sort of like a climber on "hard-daid."
Yep. Someplace between the Cathedral and Pulpit Rock.
If it's bothersome I'm on about La Pascua, let me say that Liz's "people" were descended from a man considered special by the Yaqui of Phoenix, AZ. They are known as the Pascua Yaqui.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascua_Yaqui_Tribe
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2013 - 05:38pm PT
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The back of my head. HA!Some of my deepest fears, were I my alter-ego.Some of my greatest joys.
TBA--I have to think hard.
But I know I'll find the answers.
In the meanwhile, from the Beatless Allman Brand Band.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iprKNOKMvqs
Interview with Bill Connell.
http://www.alabamamusicoffice.com/artists-a-z/c/580-connell-bill
Lifted from the interview with Bill Connell:
What was your first drum kit?
That was in ‘61. My parents got me bass drum and a cymbal. They were Ludwig, blue with a silver stripe. That same year I started playing with some local older guys and even played with my father. We played Dixieland and Swing at the Elks Club, the Moose Lodge, Tuscaloosa Country Club, places like that. I was 12 years old. That summer I worked for the basketball coach at Tuscaloosa High, Tom Tarleton. He was in charge of the little league field in Northington. He gave me a job in the refreshment stand. I worked all summer to buy a high hat. I was living then. I had a bass, snare,cymbal, and high hat. (laughter) My Grandmother’s next door neighbor had a nephew that was a drummer. We met and he was a wonderful guy. Today I would say he was like the Paul McCartney of drummers. He was know everywhere. He played rock and roll! I asked him if he would teach me a few things. We got together once a week for several weeks. One night he called me and told me there was some university students forming a rock and roll band and they need a drummer. He asked if I wanted to play with them. He said it would pay better than the Dixieland stuff. We would be playing the frat parties. I’m still 12 years old. The leader of the band was Fred Styles and he called me and asked me to come and audition. I went over to the ball room in the Union Building and passed the audition and started playing the fraternities. Needless to say I grew up quick. But I didn’t drink, smoke, or any of that sort of vices. My total concentration was on the music. My total focus was on becoming as good a rock and roll drummer as Marbry Smith, my teacher. That band was called The Pacers.
That was Fred Styles, Doug Hogue on guitar, Johnny Duran played bass, and a piano player named Sam Hill. Back then we just used the piano at the fraternity or sorority house. We didn’t put a mike in it. We had a little bitty PA system and nothing was miked except the vocals. It was very basic. Looking back I wish I had some recordings of that. We did a lot of black R&B, Ricky Nelson, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Everly Brothers, Little Richard, Bo Diddly, it was all rock and roll to us. Later The Pacers went through some member changes. We lost our bass player, so our guitar player moved to bass. We found this freshman, that we heard was really good. He was from New Brockton, Alabama. His name was Paul Hornsby. That second year we had Paul Hornsby on guitar. Paul and Fred Styles till this day are still in the music business. Paul and I have a publishing business together which was established in the early 70’s. Fred just finished helping put together a album of stuff we cut with Eddie Hinton. The name of the album is "Beautiful Dream". It’s getting fantastic reviews...
The older guys in The Pacers wanted to go do the beach circuit. I was just 13 and my parents felt I was just too young to go down there and live all summer. So they went and I got a job with a new band that was forming that was Johnny Townsend, Tippy Armstrong, with The Pacers bass player that didn’t want to go to the beach either. That group was called the Night Caps to begin with. That name got changed after about a month because Johnny Townsend was doing some wild things on stage that wouldn’t be considered wild at all today. Johnny got the name Dirty John. So then we went by the name of Dirty John and the Night Caps. When I left The Pacers they got Johnny Sandlin to play drums and changed their name to the Five Men-Its.
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In the back-back, sorta layin' there:
Nearly everyone in that group of cutting edge climbers soon became guides and instructors, and reached out to the kids that wanted to learn. I think you can discover much by the way kids are treated, you see.--Peter Haan, March 18 in the true super-thread called Frank Sacherer 1940-1978
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Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse
Great to take the school picture.
Here is from a Janis Joplin school reunion:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yet another "Boomer." Pat DeVaurs.
Always heard of this fellow; turns out he lives here in Merced in the off-season when he's not operating the China Peak Ski Resort above Freesnow. I've seen him on their ads on the local TV channels.
He's a bit younger than I, and had a recent injury. This was taken last Friday. The ski season's over at China Peak. He's philosophical about it, as one must try to be.
It's not the end of the world.
It's fall in Brazil, after all.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwLQH80uYzA
The seasonal wheel keeps turning, never stops. It's not a perpetual thing, however. It's gonna end sometime, it can't defy the laws of physics, only draw the process out somehow. It will collapse, eventually.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Is Modesto considered a suburb of Merced?
If Merced is the gateway to Yosemite will my senior pass work there?
Can any of the Flames be implicated in the Mersyside beat? Would be a cryin' shame.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Stop your crying when the Byrds sing.
Don't let the sun catch you sobbin', sobbin', sobbin', whoa-oa...
96 Tears, exactly.
No, Mo isn't a subdivision of, nor a hamlet of, and definitely not a suburb of Merced. Though a mayor of Merced's maiden name was Nora Hamlet. She ran this place which used to be Cecil's Golden Chicken, at the end of The Drag on "G" St., the other half to Vernon's on "R" St., a mile down 17th St., now Main St.
It's now this pig eatery. They have lots and lots of bacon. And good Foster Farms chicken, you bet.
Here's what went down, in twenty-five pictures or less, when the Rev came to visit. He actually said, "Let's do lunch," and I was gonna oblige him anyway by taking him to the 510 Bistro for his big-time 65th, but he had his face set for In n' Out. I convinced him he's 65 and shouldn't eat that crap. And he oughta eat more chicken and fish. We had mushroom bisque. He had tea, I a Bloody Mary. Arrgh... And salmon. He burgered up as usual.
After we ate we noticed these two out in the park.
We took off for the REAL SUBURBS--Planada. They have sights to see there.We saw them in a hurry. We hurried back to town so the Rev could scoot back to Greeley Hill and Denise. His dad is doing fine after the hernia surgery, so he's relieved as can be.
I excused myself at the Coffee Bandits and we parted company with some PLANS for this May, tentatively. We're looking for an old beater.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nope, Randy never worked for George Lucas. We used to go to his studio a lot for the "rushes" of films Randy was working on; but he never worked for Industrial Light and Magic. We had friends that did. We had friends in "high places"
ha ha
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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I took this photo in 2006. I wonder what is happening with the temple these days. At that point, there was a fence around it and somebody living in a trailer. The place was pretty run down and had been seriously vandalized.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nice photos you two.
Seems like a trend, I never worked for George Lukas either, though my friend Wally (physicist & musician) worked for Stevie Wonder.
Half the people can be part right some of the time I guess.
Is Santa Cruz a suburb of Merced? I have only been there once. Friends were living in what seemed like a four-story Victorian house previously occupied by one of the U.S. Presidents. It wasn't Nixon.
I notice by the back of your head mouse, that you do not have eyes there and that perhaps you have mastered the art of tripodery (ask DMT on the correct spelling).
If you contrast mastered and mustered, on first cut they don't appear to be that different, on deeper reflection they still don't appear to be that different, especially when say comparing mastered and mustard.
Think about it, but not for too long.
Legal update: In the words of my friend George (Harrison, not Lukas) - "I'll have to admit it gettting better, so better all the time".
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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He was down, it was almost too late, he knew he was doomed and it wouldn't be long. Yoda mustered his Force and mastered the sittuation.
It was Colonel Mustered, with a poison pen in the master suite of La Bahia Motel, SC, Seagoat.
Munster mastered mustard in chef school.
Stand the F-stop by for clear-sky sunrise shots.
Gypsy, woman...You got an eye on you...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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“Detrimental to both the health and morals of our youth and community."
One more sin to pin on the soul, brother.
The KYOS radio station management had to fire the brother Jumpin' Vernon Brown for using teminolgy (lingo, argot, slang) relating to intemperance, ahem, by using the familiar brotherly address for himself over the air--are you ready for this?
He felt he was our "stoned partner" in rock 'n' roll and life.
You could see the man in his radio studio, driving by on G St., hanging the slow cruise
Every boy must get stones thrown, no matter is he's stoned or not, just talkin' like a niggah back then gotcha the hook. 1964.
Banning rock n’ roll
is like banning rock ‘n roll
is like Banning rock ‘n’ roll,
which is basically the same
as Oakland's, even though there's no there, on the air.
It's all over in San Francisco,
the city made in the image of the tip of a penis
on the map of California.
Banning wins by virtue of being closer to the heart of Southern Cal rock climbing.
But the banned played on and we got real Southern Rock, even in Arkansas.
Tonight’s Dancing with the Stars was on mute.
I played I Know What I Know and the music’s beat was perfectly timed with the dancing and the combined musico-terpsichorean effect was MIND-BLOWING!
And to make matters more coincidental or MIND-BLOWING, the previous number on DWTS was Huey Lewis singing The Heart of Rock ‘n’ Roll and it was MIND-BLOWING in the way one of the best rock songs ever can BLOW YER MIND.
I found a lot of birds today, OH BOY
They were all out there on Bear Creek South
got a bird wanna whistles
Baby, got a bird
Honey got a bird will sing
Baby, got a bird
Honey got a bird will sing
Zephyrus.
Zephyrus is the Greek god of the west wind, believed to live in a cave on Thrace. He is the son of Eos and Astraeus, the brother of Boreas, Eurus and Notus. He abducted the goddess Chloris and gave her dominion over flowers. In Roman myth, he is Favonius, the protector of flowers and plants.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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"Flamer? Nah, I always dress like this."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Fearsome beak, Reilly.
Is that some kinky cadaver bird? (First time I've had my TV on in ten days. Watching Body of Proof.)
Ornithophobic, anyone? Any necrophobians?
That little dicky-bird on the creek was just hoppin' and nippin' and HE KICKED MY ASS trying to keep up!
Got downtown, sat on the bench in Bob Hart Square, looked up and there was the black one on the wind vane.
"Hey, take my picture, man...like me better here or over there?"
It was just that easy.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Gorgeous crested caracara there and I love black-winged stilts
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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"There coming to take me away. Ha ha ho ho hee hee"
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
love those wood ducks... and birds! hope spring
springs here... was 23 this morning... :O
been freezing, getting that last bits of details done on your
painting, :O
but say! shed robin is back--could be one of the originals, or a baby of such, or a baby of such baby... just don't rightly know...
but i am so blessed to say:
dear lord, please help the ol' shed robin nest in said shed, again,
i just love it!
no leaks, this time!! :)
thanks to supertopo care...
gypsy! love you photographs and such!! :)
reilly, NEAT bird, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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EAST of Merced, you cannot see Planada even from here.NORTH of Merced, I cannot see Jays coming from Tuolumne, but I can tell it's going to be overcast here.
Lost in Shanghai is coming down here today. We plan to go to the Castle Air Museum. Old air is fascinating, all the odors of glory days, ceegars, all that manure, and jet fuel. Quite a blend.
We'll see how that goes. Must dress warmly, it's spring here, neebee, but the coast isn't clear yet.
All the years I've been here I've never toured the "bird farm" out in Atwater. There is no real reason. I am not a master of war. I've never had an interest in flying planes. I flew up to Haifa Dome on my 45th and have flown privately over the Bay Area, but it never "got me" like moving up on rock did.
Anyway, the camera's packed and I'm waitin' on Jay, who's on a mission for Lilabiene. Neat trick, Odd!
Hey, while I'm waiting for him to call, I have been "warned off" of the fire escape on pain of whatever they do to bad boys. The property non-managers here have found they hired a thief in the last manager, who replaced Sly, the ex-Air Police sarge who ran this chump-dump for years.
Sure, Sly knocked up the office gal, but he's copped to it, supports the baby, unlike Liz's first Airman. [Zoomie, prop-head--we had little respect for these SACs of manure, in the main. It's the old Townies vs. Themmies story, really.] But the dopes at Manco-Abbott Property Management replaced him with a sly MF, James, who wrecked their credit and has had a hand in the subsequent evictions of at least a dozen tenants who, for one reason or another, had made "rent deals" with James--ranging from doing work around the place for credit on rent, or paying late or in chunks. He ripped them off for thousands that way, and he ordered fake "supplies" for which he paid himself!
My beef is that the work on my bathroom never got completed after the ceiling fell into the tub, and the finishing work on my a/c unit is not "finished" as it should have been. It's also a fact that they got a "report" that I was seen on the fifth floor fire escape taking pictures last weekend. I've not seen a copy of my lease, as they didn't see fit to offer me one the last time I signed one. They claim it's in there that we keep off the fire escapes. OK, I'll go along with it, or I may find myself looking for another place in a hurry. It's still a sore spot and I am fighting back by standing in the doorway of the balcony to shoot photos instead of actually standing on the balcony. Letter of the law, eh?
I have written a "nicely toned down" version of my side of the repairs story, but doubt I'll get a reply this week. It's been two days, not one word from "the new boss."
God's got this one from here on in.
Gene, looks like the morning "weather reports" I've put out on occasion (mostly when there's a good sunrise)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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are a thing of the past, unless I talk to the Fire Department and explain the situation and maybe can convince the management to make an exception. I mean...
You don't climb the big stone and typically fall down fire escape ladders. Sheesh.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse.... had a post here, but it 'must have flown south for the spring'... :O
well, have a great adventure today...
oh, i know... it was about the fire escape...
they must have thought you were:
a mouse-burgler... :)
or perhaps just a trouble-some ol' base jumper that they may have read
a story or two about in the news, :O
or, worse, yet...
a REPORTER for the health-department, :O
well, at any rate, you ARE our 'man on the streets of merced' and more...
keep up the great work,
and stay OFF them ol' fire escapes... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
oh, and gracious so, i must add, not being rude, though, mind you,
but well, MY BIRD begs to differ:
at a freind's neighbor's yard, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nobocy who's a rude person is allowed at the Flames fire unless they are sincere. You're not to worry, gracious lady of the north.
Get a load of Jay after we came back from the Air Base.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Geez, a flameout on the Flames thread? Mon Dieu!
Or was he just overwhelmed at seeing that rare CF-180 Canuck at Castle?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I thought you might like the NORTHERN FLAVOR, among others.
Simple Beaver bait.
There were no Beavers, the planes or other varieties...
The plane truth is that all we came home with were a bunch of carrots and three baskets of strawberries, other than the booty I scored at the gift shop.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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If any day was a good day, today was one.
There’s an outdoor air museum in Atwater, CA, which has dozens of old fly-babies and a gift shop, of course. We headed out there today but little was found about Mr. Dolt, whose history there was our mission.
The Triple-hundredth-whatever Bombish Wing had a supply and workshop net of their own and no patches for his unit were found in the displays, nor is there any sort of record of that unit Bill worked in other than the scant ones provided by Audrey.
However,
we are still encouraged by the very fact that we only talked to two persons today, one a volunteer and the other the paid employee at the register in the gift shop, who was very knowledgbabble in her way. We had a goodood talk about how records shoulded be kepted, but when we considered how many thousands of men made their way though Castle, and the length of time lapsed, it hitted me that The Dolt is but a grain of feldapar in the military monotlith. As were we all.
We probably could have done this by phone and save money.
But then we wouldn’t have had the excuse to have an outing aux flambe.
Why does that word make me cringe?
We began and ended the Bill Dolt info-seeking almost in the first fifteen minutes. I talked to Carol, the attendant (there are no docents, just the planes with their plaques along a paved walkway stenciled this way) and made my way out to the "yard" where the "bird-duhs" are kept (Bombi, remember? Learning to say "bird"?)
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There are planes and jets of all varieties--attack, bomber, fighter, tac, you name it. Even a cute little helicopter and an early rice-burning drone. No helicopters but one. But I got Audrey and Camila a pair of twisty-props, the oldest flying device known to man. And an Air Museum ball cap.
And a book--on Castle AFB‘s history, which tells of the first SAC long-range flight operations in 1956-57, in which Bill’s unit probably participated. The first was Op. Quick Kick, with three heavy bombers travelling non-stop for 16,000 miles over the north pole and around the perimeter of North America.
The facts are that Wm. F. decamped from the USAF and made his way to the Yosemitay, just a short hop away, in March.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Down at Castle at the bottom of the hill
There’s a big genius airman named Climber Bill
He has a white rope and some tennies to match
And when he’s climbin’ the cliffsides
Is he hard to catch!
Climber Bill, climbing on the Big Hill
Climber, climber
Climber Bill, oh you thrill
Chill, chill, chill, chill Climber Bill
I saw him one day climbin’ up the Nose
With gallons of water and two gallons of rose
I knew where he was headin’, tryin’ to make
The playground of the climbers, named Texas Flake
Climber Bill, climbing on the Big Hill
Climber, climber
Climber Bill, oh you thrill
Chill, chill, chill, chill Climber Bill
He went up to Arrowhead one October week
For the first ascent party with some Nancy-boy geek
He was jammin’ like crazy and he got ‘em to the top
And when they were done they hit the coffee shop
Climber Bill, climbing on the Big Hill
Climber, climber
Climber Bill, oh you thrill
Chill, chill, chill, chill Climber Bill
So Jay and I made the lunch scene at the 510 and then adjourned to Middle Earth to view the photos from the tour. First, we went to the cigar store for postprandial pleasure.
We sat and maundered over our pasts and pretty much killed another wine soldier before we headed back to the Bistro for steaks. I have found the perfect wine, but perfection never lasts. I'll have to go back again and again. It's the way we are wired. You find a place, a person, a wine, and you stick with it until it's a dead horse. Then you move on.
I'm just as bummed as y'all that The Dolt couldn't wait.
As I told Jay today, had he just held out a bit more, he might have made a lot more Friends and a tidy fortune.
And beggars might ride.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I spent my youth around heavy aircraft, in Sacramento near McClellan AFB and Mather. Then in Merced under the flight paths of heavy planes of all types.
The Farmers Insurance Company had a regional office on Hwy 99 which was lit by an array of lights that the Castle pilots used to line up their approaches to the runway S-N; and when the company decided to cut their costs by eliminating the Hwy 99 lights, the Base Commander requested they rethink their decision and the lights came back on.
One thing that impacted me when the base was closed in 1995 was the closing of the local climbing/backpacking store, Tuttle Outdoor Equipment, TOE. Mark Tuttle's retail trade slumped bigtime and he was forced to move his trade to a shop in Winton, just north of the base on Santa Fe. We called him, hoping to visit, but he said he was in the middle of some thing.
To wit:
Dave Y. is having a haul bag sewn for an EC attempt and the shop was in disarray. I took the hint and we hit the strawberry stand on our way back to town.
It was a good day.
Ciao, Mark!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is a very rewarding visit, should you decide to make the trip to Atwater on your way to or from Yosemite, to the Castle Air Museum, unique in the State, for sure. The displays are hard to tend, as birds do their thing, and weather takes its toll, but the planes are still there for now and have plenty to offer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This is how the day seemed after our wine and ceegars.
This is the excitement we witnessed on the way over to the Bistro.
Good eats, decimally.
Good booty!
Jay, my boy, you forgot to take your share. I think that I'll be able to find room for them...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, thanks for the great trip report...
wow, and a NEAT missions for lilabiene...
say, i too, am on a mission of sorts, for ol' lilabiene :))
mine is a SECRET mission, :))
yours was a SEEKit mission, ;)
and--man oh man, are YOU soon to be a surprised but happy mouse...
:) have a few surprises to add to your painting package this week...
as you can SEE i missed mailing it out this week...
seems, i as lost in a hair'o'ing adventure of childhood, :O
but it grew into a better stroke of locks...
man oh man, this code talks sure is fun, this word babble of neat
bables... :) they shine so, though at times, CAN be confusing :O
when folks are ON a different subject (that's when it accidently
turns into code--sure do NOT mean to keep anyone out of the banter) :))
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mouse, you are hereby commanded to return to base and suss out the whatfor
of how that 'Canuck' wound up at Castle. My Canuck bro-in-law wants answers!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Si, mi capitan! Sah!
Christmas presents, Easter bunnies. Sah!
Bucky Beaver, Playboy funnies. Sah!
How it got there, why it's still there. Sah!
I'll clear the air and then I'll share. Sah!
(I'm pretty sure it's not Big Mike's little toy plane he lost on his trip to quakeland last year.)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors”.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
courtesy of Robert Frost
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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It is up to you to be a good neighbor- a fence cannot do that work for you. I think we can all learn a valuable lesson from Mr. Wilson from the show Home Improvement! Was he a good neighbor because a fence separated him from Tim “the tool man” Taylor? NO- it was because he looked over the fence at the real person on the other side.
No tripods were injured or damaged in the production of this photo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Cowboy Larry.
the honest Rev.
The shithouse Mouse.
We all used the phrase, "Well, I'll just adjust a green-tail duck!"
It was a useful phrase, poetic and full of imagery at any level of literary endeavor.
Building walls or walking halls.
Climbing calls and Mousie falls.
And the others take up the slack.
I read once about a China duck on a sea of Commie red.
It was in an old album of Deram's, but not in Days of Future Past by the Moody Blues.
Maybe it was the Grateful Red.
Thursday Morning by Giles, Giles, and Fripp. Not Gil Dolte, sorry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UXNX6c5YpA
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind his panama to Haines. – Parnell’s brother. There in the corner.’
http://www.audiobooksonline.com/9626343095.html
We lay our words atop nothing more than earlier words.
They make useful, labor-saving gates, just as they make effective walls.
Rock 'n' roll and music of all sorts doesn't care who will be listening to it, I note, casually observant.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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North Korea
South Korea
Fort Worth, North Korea
Portmouth, South Korea
Terpsichorean harmonies
Chic Corean melodies
Corey and Corey maladies
[Click to View YouTube Video]
sing to the tune of "Clouds"
Flux Korea Pork Chop Pill
Kim and MIGs and frying pigs
We did it once in days of yore
We're doing it again
We really don't know beans about rice, anymore
Even after all this "peaceful" time
After having drawn a line
Can't they come to some accord
Frankly, gents, I'm getting bored
Please try to get along
You owe it to your kids is why, stupid Gooks
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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not sure where the Hoover crips are (I think Texas), but
crip stackin 5 duce Hoover..3GP
is stackin'
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Mouse,
Yes! great time. Right above Snelling on 59 stopped and looked down towards Merced, Lights hitting the clouds to the left then stopped and then clear dark sky, no clouds with a couple of hundred colouriful bright stars.
Still couldn't figure out why I did not get into the museum and had problems walking, thought for sure the girl spiked my glass of wine when we had lunch then thought: no the walking problem started at Castle, Maybe the Cigar?
It was not until I downloaded my photos today found out why. Did not have the truck brake on and with all the engines noises from them firing up those "B"s There was no way of yelling so stayed like that till you came back
Walking back to normal.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The truth, now.[Click to View YouTube Video]
When I moved from Sack of Tomato to near At Water, the family crowded into a two-bedroom apartment on Barney Street, a U-shaped court next to the Santa Fe, which connected on both ends to 23rd Street, now Twenty-turd Street, an honor bestowed by the city council on streets specially selected by a commission headed by Werner.
This apartment lay directly across the RR tracks from OLM Elementary School and OLM Central CAtholic High School, both staffed by the order of nuns dedicated to the Immaculate Heart. They're gone now, replaced by lay teachers. The high school folded in the seventies, now known as the 70s, and the elelmentary school has been kept active.
Down Two-Three Street, as it was sometimes known then, and still today, sometimes, lay the vile pile, Hoobert Heaver Junior High School, AIWKBITD. Today they call 'em middle schools. They don't teach Middle English, howhoover, only middling English. Some want ebonics. A long row of very tall eucalyptus trees grew along the tracks. They're gone now.
This all happens at or near the corner of Santa Fe and Glen Avenue. It was named after some old boy in the Sierra Club RCS, I believed at one time, but no longer--that idea has been dealt with. There was a Glenna in our eighth grade class, and my sister Lenna in the fifth grade class at the same time. Glen probably never met either one.
Glen at Twenty-first Street, six blooms from however.
Dublin' that gives one twelve. Halve that and one'll get fifty-six and I think that's a great deal.
Buy me a Chevrolet, dammit!
Or at least a canned ham.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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RIP Roger Ebert.
Born in 1942.
When were you born? Me - 1946.
Two thumbs down.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, mouse...
surprise is IN the mail... so keep a look see for it in the week...
painting goes out tomorrow, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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For once I'm speechless.
For all the others, I never agreed with Siskel on principle.
Ya have to bump the chump, though, because he always made it interesting with the dull comments, to my mind, like, "You think you know it, but you always find out new stuff."
Roger, though, he lived longer.
No thumbs left, neither left nor right, nor up nor down.
Just a photograph of an icon.
On the other hand, the other side of the coin, there's the flip side, the B Track, by Alternative Lee, the Up Side of the Down Low.
Does anyone remember the Duncan Hines rating system?
I didn't ask you to look it up. I asked if your rememory is that good.
Or is it this good?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1-MRrRljgo
Better like this?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
In my experience it's not. It's groovy, but there's better, much better.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there mouse... oh my.... just now?
there was a few other tricks in there as well,
forgot what there were at the moment... :))
here:
seems, i as lost in a hair'o'ing adventure of childhood, :O
but it grew into a better stroke of locks..
to cut it short, my first attempts, took wrongly too long:
the child's hair turned out awful with each stroke of the locks
:(
it DID get better, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I was wondering, as I am sometimes inclined to do, just what the greatest name in tools is. I searched high and low, then to my chagrin, not three feet from me, it appeared as if by magic.
Click to enlarge and you too will know.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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That Craftsman driver page is cool, if you mouse over (don't confuse with over-mousing) a portion of the small picture it gives you a super-enlarged close up.
I was wondering, why the ST Forum doesn't have that feature.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rule one: I own this roof.
Except when it rains.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I think that is Robert the Bruce on top of that turret, probably looking for his cat or maybe Katmandu.
[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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I've never seen this but wish I had much sooner.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Same with this. Wish I had brought a comb.
Those boys are working too hard. This is how working men relax. One Gulp or Swallow at a time, Jeez!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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1980s. The Lycra's a dead giveaway.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bruce Hamilton, TNF's tent designer and efficiency expert.
His "Simon Quotient" tested off the charts one night when his brother Randy brought in some Missouri Mule homegrown.
They had shares in a "catfish farm down there." Bruce is a Van D graduate and one of Jim's and my good friends from those Creedence Clearwatery daze next to Cosmo's on Fifth St.
A visit from the master geometrician in the seventies to the TNF plant on Harrison St. at Tenth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ellis, Bruce?
As in Ellis Bruce?
As in EB?
As in "extended big-toe?"
As in revolutionized the foot jam?
As in Everly Brothers?
Nah.
Never hoid o' him.
[Click to View YouTube Video]B-bug's p-play Liszt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Quite an afternoon's adventure, before heading to 510 Bistro to check out the wine liszt and say hi to Dennis & crew.Dennis M. standing in front of 510 Main St. and across from 519 Main St. He is a professional chef, part-owner of the cafe and bistro. They're all cool.
There's usually a point at which I am aiming, more or less, though I tend to ramble like a little kid in Family Circus, sometimes.
Point A.
I bought this paper at the Coffee Bandits. I came back to the Tioga, watched some NCAA, went down to the street expecting to get some photos of the renters' discussion with the media, which did not happen, and fell into hog heaven when I went in to Merced Tours to speak with Jessica and her husband, Jay, who is in the photo above with his black and white aerial candy.
As the rent committee left, I began shooting and questioning. They have this new business, Merced Tours (c'est tres Nice et interessant). It will have a small museum of Merced and the environs, i.e., Yosemite.
I then went to the bistro and came home to find the paper and read the article on the Greek colony in Merced. My older brother's two wives are Greek, just HAPPEN to be cousins...
Anyway, on the way home from the bistro, I had stopped and taken a picture of 519 Main St., an address on the ground floor of the Merced Lofts acrosse from the bistro and the bookstore where I worked. I was thinking of climbing ratings, naturally, in taking the pic.
I got into the article and the line jumps out at me
Instead of returning to greece, Peter came to Merced in March 1921 and started a shoe shine and repair business at 519 W. 17th St. (Main).
Well, I'm not one, well, I guess I am, at that, who goes and thinks God's tapping him on the shoulder, making him wonder, causing him to do foolish things. I tend to look at these things differently now that I'm older and have read some feralfae Buchanan--HAW!
I checked out yer posts, I just can't think of anything better than what you have said. You do cause me to think. Looking forward to your success(es), and failures, and recoups. Bonne chance.
As I was saying, this is just coincidence, it don't mean shee-it, as Mr. Natural say.
Then, I looked underneath the article on the Greek colony at the bottom of the page.
This is point zB.Stupid question.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, mouse...
wow, that sure is some mouse-hole sweater that you had there, ;)
thanks for the shares...
hope the renter meeting comes to pass, :O
and thanks for sharing the 'ground floor folks' and their neat pics!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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I really don't drink much Guinness in the yard. Nothing like Java for yardwork prep.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Show you my coffee cup? OK.
Michele was a math teacher and hard worker. Sometimes I only have to supervise. Unless of course, it's termites, then I'm up in arms (well axes actually).
It's a thing I keep in the back of my head.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Nice one to enlarge
Walkin' like a millionaire
Smilin' like a king
He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
He said, I been a lot of places
And I seen a lot of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all
I was flyin' back from lubbock
I saw jesus on the plane
...or maybe it was elvis
You know, they kinda look the same
Hey, look out, junior, you're steppin' on my bed
I said, I don't see nothin
He just glared at me and said,
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn't worry anymore
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Saturn?
Bah!
Ruby's cute, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You never solo.
It never used to be complicated:
It was myself and God’s rocks on the Sunnyside.
Then the rope entered along with another person and more, beside.
Uh-oh, populated.
I am back now to the center: The old Safeway shopping center.
Funny thing: In my head I’m in The Cathedral group;
And a bit on the Shadyside this day.
Alone I have God on my belay--as if He ever looked away--
I was just a nincompoop.
Climbing!
Climb!
Is that a command, Lord?
Just do it, dipsh#t.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tad, lad--
I want to tell you I've been listening to Rogue Canyon Walls and I love the banjo.
You got some chops, Dad!
Like my gym? Free membership, too!
Ron, son--
Thanks for the compliment earlier in the day re The Yosemite and it's proposed expansion...It's a concern at the top of my list now.
Trying for some clarity in the case of contemptuous political hay-making is not easy.
It's all above-the-board obscurity in the public's mind. They are told what to think and they do, massively.
People need to be shocked and not simply warned away from deals with the devil.
Gated comunity in the area? Possible, not too likely; but call it Yosemite Best and charge hell out of the buyers--more doctors and lawyers who may use the place until the kids grow older and then they find that they can't sell it off...HA!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I may be a little stoned and have had a time wine to deal with,
but it doesn't mean I'm Fudd up, necessarily. But I am.
Just had to listen to Java Blues again, zBrown.
Then I played the Bugs Bunny on top.
I am so happy I did!
And when I put that together with the shapes before my eyes...
it makes me want some ORIGINAL HOMEMADE PIZZA!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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As I went out one morning to breathe the air around Seneca Falls - foot power to the people, it's like a volcanic rush.
Ha - got 'em to line up next to one another.
This baby is thoroughly documented (take note you documentation scrimpers), but unforunately sold.
http://www.americanartifacts.com/smma/advert/ay280.htm
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Say mouse, regarding that free for all upstream, where's the pad? Did it get skunked?
Also, notice how they used to do quotes in the old dayz before " ", became fashionable.
I'm thinking of a rig something like that scroll saw to play records on. Excuse me just let me play my gu.. oops, let me do my patent search.
Still looking for patents, but Java take two:
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=539369&tn=13360#msg2109934
If the government (or quite possibly anyone) sends you one of these cards, you might have some reason for concern.
In 2004 this guy's routine included "15 minutes of flexing, dancing and posing to music ...". I don't know what to think of someone posing at 84.
http://articles.latimes.com/2004/may/31/health/he-bodybuilder31
This is a confusing story. Apparently in the last 7 years of his life he only aged one year, which I think says something about the routines he was following.
Muscle & Fitness has learned that Bob Delmonteque (real name, Mike Diaks), a pioneer in the fitness movement, passed away in Los Angeles on November 21st, 2011 at a reported age of 85.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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RIP Margaret.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Both ladies, "a very high place...position in the s'ci'ty in which they lived."
Iy cawn't say 'Annette' was more attractive to me--she was five years older than I and franky, I didn't care for the action on the beach in 1963, at least not at that time.
I stopped watching the Mickey Mouse Club back whenever, and I thought of Annette as puellile, I suppose. When Franky Avalon came along, I was stoked on the Beach Boys and they were the real deal, not some fruity-looking pansy singer.
The real deal.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Larry (RIP) the Loser, in my book.
It was Candice, not Annette, who lit my fire.
Canned Ice Bergen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb11cDW9qTg
No brown jokes come to mind.
So I looked some up on the net.
What do you call going on a blind date with a brunette?
Brown-bagging it.
Why are brunettes so proud of their hair?
It matches their mustache.
Unless it was the right beach.
In Nebraska, maybe, or Salt Lake, maybe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJs4B9dC-xk
The Longest Day.
Note that Frankie is spelled wrong, and that both he and Fabian are still kicking.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Mouse, I am, for once, at a loss for words. Thank you for visiting the museum with Jay, and for sharing all of the wonderful pictures. Such a joy for me to see.
Thank you for making me smile, and for making my heart feel full.
Aud
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, i saw you 'scaling the ol' rocky cliff of 'food for foraging folks frontage' (ye ol' grocery store) ...
and say, was that your GEAR on your back, ;)
hope it was time well spent... it looked like a 'day climb' though
hours less, :)
no once chased you off and said 'climbers not allowed' food foraging folks only?
edit:
i RECKON that ol' light up there, is for 'interrogating' those that get caught?
though how much more fun if it was there for to 'take a bow in the ye-ol-spotlight after a climb well done,:)
:)
say, BY NOW--sure hope you got your surprise... most likely the
REAL painting is not there yet, 'til later this week... :)
audry:
with some mouse help (though a neat and really cool 'anonymous donor' was
ready and willing to help, very kindly)-- you will SOON have some MORE
SMILES.... :)
another part of a 'secret mission' so to speak... :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2013 - 12:14am PT
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Welcome, Audrey.
(Thanks for the reminder that I had these copied.)
"Some of the other good stuff from Castle AFB"
These are some women on a mission.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 10, 2013 - 11:04am PT
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if money is the root of all evil, then what is its square root
more Barrett
[Click to View YouTube Video]
speaking of birds, there was a little tiny baby hummingbird at the feeder yesterday, about the size of a Kennedy one-half dollar (a 1964 coin is reputedly 90% silver and worth more than the paper it was printed on)
not a Kennedy 1/2 $1
not my hand, could be the left hand of God
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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A bird in the left
A girl in the right and a
Nightengale sings "three"
Since surfing and working ((for money, man, can buy free time to surf and climb, probably it’s best use) ) go so well together, I thought this might be good fodder.
These are links to the various oil-patch spots I used to work in after I left Yosemite, when I worked for Rheem-Superior, a contractor outfit in Saticoy on the Santa Clara River, next to the slaughterhouse. It was a fun job and I was paid well-enough to climb on weekends at JT and Tahquitz/Suicide. My bride and I lived in a little shack/house with a toilet and kitchen and a front room with a big window so we had a cheap place to live, but it was an improvement on Tecoyah dorms, except for the location, o’ course. I began talkin’ lak the fellers at the jobsite, and Dolores hated the sh#t outa that. We moved on in the middle of unemployment season in January, up to Berkeley, away from all that happy crap in Okie Flats, where we heard the 101 all day and night, on the other side of the row of titty bars and desperate businesses on the frontage road. It was only temporary, like all things.
http://www.sjvgeology.org/old_stuff/tunnels.html Tar mines, tunnels, Sulphur Mtn., near Santa Paula.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ventura_Oil_Field
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Miguelito_Oil_Field
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greka_Energy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rincon_Island
That’s how the Okie (one-eyed Rash) & Arkie (big ol’ boy served in Nam—fergot his name) ‘n’ The Injun (Paul) referred to the leases collectively—pernounce it oul’paitch and it’s close t’ how ya might-could say it. Ya call it the paitch they’ll git it, too. There was four of us squoze into that A-frame rig.
There was one ol’ lease, the Conoco, the Sunoco, Shell, one—y’see, each dang oil company has its own section of the fields leased to ‘em--’n’ I don’t rightly ‘member whose this place was. What the hell—Shell. All the good stuff happened to me on Shell lease—the two eye injuries, the ruint down jacket sleeves, the welding blindnesses. All that happy crap.
OK. So that old A-frame rig got us three down thar from up there and back out again and nobody got hurt workin’ down thar. It’s a hour ‘n’ more outa that hole--’n’ I’m talkin’ ‘bout one of the deepest dang sand pits I’ve ever seen, let alone gone to the bottom of. Shee-it! Looked like a fantasy that couldn’t stand up, but there ‘twas. Yosemite in sand, kinda-like.
I seen cliffs of lots of stuff, but these ol’ boys was solid-lookin’ in a way’s hard to tell about. They were steep as steep, and you could see the breaks where they slumped but didn’t break up, kinda like stairs with steep risers, like. And gullies on the flanks of these buttresses, just like in the Sierra Nevada or any decent high place. They’s purty, scenic, ‘n’ if I had my instamatic, man...the dark ‘n’ light’s just spookier, cuz you gotta go down into this on roads cut outa the side o’ the canyon, switchin’ back all the way in low.
They was a half-dozen goers a-workin’ away, and one or two idle, as like always, down thar, ‘n’ two small tanks ‘n’ some treatment farm or other. They collected the oil in them tanks, then when they had ‘nuf they send it on out ‘n’ down to the tank farms.
Had no easy way to get bullshit rigs down that road, so they jes’ wait on ‘em wells to clog ‘n send a rig down that’d do clean-outs on three-four in a row. I hate workin’ bullshit rigs. The name sez it all, brother. They’re bullsh#t, alright, unless ya ain’t worked for a while ‘n’ the contractors ain’t hirin’ cuz it’s winter ‘n’ ya cain’t build big ol’ pipelines in the rain. It’s real bullshit not havin’ ‘nuf cash even to git on down to the titty bar fer union meetin’s fer a union’s mostly bullshit their ownselves. Man needs t’work mornin’s. I hate soaps worse’n game shows, man-oh-man do I! But them bullshit riggers take the low pay ‘n’ find a hole on their person to shove it. I’d have to be purty desperate.
We got down in that hole and did a tricky repair on a gate valve on one o’ them tanks and proceeded to pad the payroll by drivin’ around down thar, checkin’ out the rest of the pipe leadin’ outa the hole to the drainage crick ‘n’ settin’ down thataway for the beach, could we get to there from thar. Wasn’t no way to get down to the highway, we’s still a couple hunnerd feet up from the beach level. Kin you imagine if we’d a come out on the beach? Three red-necks, me with fresh crude splashed all down my front cuz Injun cain’t hold a back-up wrainch worth a dang, and one clean-as-you-please crew boss.
I tell ya, the surfers was just a-settin’ thar like lumps. The place was flat. O’ course it could change but not right then, so we turned ‘round ‘n’ hit the trail back up the crick-bed and parked the rig. Lunch-thirty...
We sat ‘n’ traded sangwidges ‘n shat bull for a hour under the sycamores by the crick-bed. We took our time on the way out. We lolly-gagged, in fact. But we got in our eight hours that day, doin’ the lease we could do. Kinda makes up for the new work duds I had to buy.
"Only squares work, man. I'm a triangle."--Doua Daddy, po'et
and say, was that your GEAR on your back, ;)
neebee, my dear,
I greatly fear
that you've just seen
The Gecko.
It's not my rack
that's on my back--
it's some ol' boy's
dang logo.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Apr 10, 2013 - 03:35pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 10, 2013 - 03:47pm PT
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Say mouse, I thought I recognized you from somewhar. You are the dude in Five Easy Pieces right? I once tried to get a job in a gas station (come to think of it, it belonged to Terrible Herbst), but was turned down.
The worst job I didn't have belonged to my brother who worked 8 hours a day under a hood in a sand blasting booth at National Steel and Shipbuilding Co.
He had nightmares every night and lasted at most a week.
The company was owned by noted crook and Nixonian C. Arnhold Smith and my father worked for the company as a lawyer.
A little San Diego history.
To show you what I have in mind, consider the San Diego Street Journal, which emerged out of the ferment of the 1960s to tackle subjects the mainstream or the establishment press wouldn’t dare. Here’s how it started out in 1969: "It’s time we said it loud and clear: San Diego is the armpit of the world. The town is middle class, stupid, mediocre and boring. It is plastic, sterile, unhip and sexually repressed." As you might guess, the goal of the Street Journal wasn’t to sell ads for liposuction and droopy eyelid repair. The UCSD grad students who started the thing wanted to shake things up, tell the truth about San Diego, “to put the city in motion.”
The Street Journal hit hard with exposes on crooks like C. Arnhold Smith and the Alessio brothers that were published under the communal byline "M. Raker." Within a year, bullets were being fired through a window in the Street Journal’s offices. The glass front door was smashed and typesetting equipment was destroyed.
With credentials like that, I'm glad to be able to say I was born in Chula Vista, not San Diego. Oh wait, somethings come down the wire about CV.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2013 - 06:06pm PT
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I believe you may have me confused with a real oilman.
My name's Les Calanques, by way of Ventura Avenue.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oh, how Nice to meet you, boy.
My first wife hated Saticoy.
My second she went Atta boy!
She was one big bundle of joy!
Those two wives were oil and water.
Quite unlike my lovely daughter.
I'm sure glad that we begot her
Years ago beside the water.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2013 - 07:52pm PT
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Speaking of water, fancy titty bars, and seeing that Tarbuster-mobile, I have got a mind to head to the 510 Bistro for the Craft Brew Night, featuring Tioga-Sequoia Brewing Co. from Fresno.
http://tiogasequoia.com/about-us/
A bientot, darlin'
I'll soon be in touch
So don't miss me, sweet baby
At least not too much
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2013 - 12:13am PT
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Their Half Dome specialty beer's quite delicious.
And five go down as easily as one.
Nuf of this.
Bed looks gud.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2013 - 03:16am PT
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Taken off the computer screen from a DVD of the Turlock Fair.
The bass player is a friend named Joel who has played with Tower of Power and sang at their local gigs like this. I thought I had a tape of him singing with Mr. Bumpus, but it's not here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2013 - 02:16pm PT
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What is a pronoun. Parsing is dangerous. Parse at your own risk.
What is trad? White Stetson.
What is hip? Black beret or white halibut.
What is dart? Heavy or light barreled?
What is art? Modern, postmodern, impressionist, post-impressionist?
What is that? That dang deal? Aw, gee, it's chuck's ding-a-ling.
Drat! No arms. No legs. No more sketchy stuff. 5.9, let's go to the bar.
Drat! No arms. No legs. No more alcohol.
Is this the Dark Side?
Like, is this Absolute?
Drat! Don't go there! No arms. No legs. No more vodka, what is this sh#t?
At least it'll be easy to roll over.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Got yer trad right the fug here, Roy.
Well, if you feelin' like it
Go get your partner, then jam and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
A trifle further and set some pro in it
and rock with it.
Fall, do over, and walk off.
Drat!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 11, 2013 - 04:16pm PT
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I WAS ASKED ONCE, have you seen Chuck Berry?
SO, why is he missing?
Then he turned up at The Roxy - great show. Even made Willie Shoemaker roll over. This is the right era, but I didn't see me around.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 11:04am PT
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Products that revolutionized the world. What does this have to do with birds, you ask? The Parrot Speed Fastener Company became Speed Products Co. Inc. and obtained the patent, then evolved to Swingline.
Swingline Speed Stapler 3
Patented 1937
Advertized from 1939 to 1955. Mine looks to be a 1939-er.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 11:18am PT
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You're right zBrown, it looks like a bird! Is is just another cheep piece of junk?
z's all, knows much
rice and beans and coffee = the three staples
oh, and gipsy music from Hungary and Brazil?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rt5otJR0I8
This is Shash Jihat, two persons playing for the Campfire with JOY!
Loved this!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 11:33am PT
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Show me your sawzall you say? How about a compound action pruner?
This revolutionized (you did day you want a revolution, right?) my thinking by allowing a tree limb to land on my head. Michele has suggested a helmet.
[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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Apr 12, 2013 - 12:36pm PT
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Which most closely resembles a pair of Devoe-nian fossils?
A. B.
C. You couldn't do better.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 12:42pm PT
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Reflecting on the day's news.
Re-read all about what others care about again and again.
Bird-shit is more interesting than what the Sun-Scum puts out anymore.
Fifty cents, better given to the poor or for a tip to the waitress.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 01:06pm PT
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The entire McClatchy publishing enterprise missed this important first day in the most famous battle ever fought in Yosemite Valley, next to the Stoneman Meadow riot.
Only known combat photO from Day One, showing Noah being used as Solid Boy's shield. No one knows who shot first at who. Typical.
Not one word in the Fresno Bee, the Sacto Bee, the Motown Bee, the Merced Sun-Hat, but it might have made the Valley Bomber (Castle AFB's publication), had they still been in circulation. This happened, of course, back in the last century.
We'll have to tell all about the heroics in that first day's action.
Oh boy!
Wes. Oh Joy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ooeMXnPuIg
Devoet yourselves to harmony YOU!
Peace me off, please. Make my day!
I feel lucky AND good.
Music soothes the savage beastie.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
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Why are both of these fellows smiling?
Could this have anything to do with it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2013 - 01:56pm PT
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You are thinking too depply, Kemo Wasabi.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 12, 2013 - 05:20pm PT
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Speaking of pairs and/or couples, this kinda says it all (or at least a good portion of it) when it comes to what's better, being a fisher or a fishee. A momento of the great housing crisis of the latter part of the 2000 decade and the raft of foreclosures and evictions associated therewith. Click to enlarge reveals this to be a Raider (painted out when I received it - why?), not Oakland, the colors aren't right.
An interesting fact that most people are not aware of is that the Kingfish and Andy were seldom photographed as a couple.
The triad being much the preferred pose.
However, the Kingfish and Lightning got on famously.
Sapphire on the other hand, stands (well sits) brightly on her own. Note her utilization of outmoded, outdated, and out-and-out piece of junk to communicate.
Even I could have told her that that helmet would not work in a crunch.
This one told me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 12:03am PT
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Da Brim doess not a halo make.
Miguel is not as hot and skinny-skinny as Michelle.
Big Mike del sur.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 07:39am PT
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OH MI IL
Dallas 'n such.
CA NV
Back East.
East infection?
My mama done tol' me...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
From Natchez to Mobile.
Sirenna and her frind-cat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 11:03am PT
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Excerpted from the book by Robert Gibbings, Lovely Is the Lee, 1945.
By early afternoon most of the business of the day was over....I sought quiet beyond the Claddagh pier. [Aye, it's Galway Bay.]
The tide was low and a dozen turnstones were busy on the shore. Here and there they ran, flicking aside the pebbles or the tufts of weed in search of unsuspectiong victims. Gulls were there too, hoping to pounce upon anything disclosed gy the smaller birds, but gulls are clumsy on their feet and they seldom succeeded in their piratical intentions.
Like the redshank and many of the other small waders the turnstone on the wing is surprisingly unlike itself when on land. Indeed, it is often hard to believe that these unobtrusive little potterers of the shore can be the same birds that swing and swerve in crescent fllight, their chevroned wings glinting like silver arrows.
Mergansers were there too. At one moment, in fast flight, they charged up the tide race, at the next, as urgently, they were dashing back to sea again. They formed into flocks, they separated into groups, they dived after fish, they flighted low over the water, they swung high over the docks.
In contrast to such hurry and bustle a red-throated diver swam sedately in the channel. Whereas the cormorant almost leaps out of the water before diving, and the merganser always seems in a hurry, the red-throated diver is essentially leisurely and dignified. When about to dive it merely puts its head below the surface and submerges. One is surprised to see that it has gone.
On some off-shore rocks a party of five oyster-catchers, with their black and white plumage fluffed out, stood like so many church dignitaries in their robes. Curlews were there, too, probing deep with their long curved bills. Gulls of varying maturity were there, the greater blackback in the full glory of its adult plumage, the lesser blackback in its third year, its beak still lacking the final gold and scarlet, the herring gull in its second year's livery of mottled brown.
Men were gathering periwinkles into buckets. Bodies of dead green crabs lay among the tide ripples. no more anxiety for them. Shells, too, of limpets, of whelks, of mussels, of sea snails, of cockles, all gaping, empty; countless millions of lives completed. As I retruned a great northern diver was swimming in the harbour, his mottled black and white throat shimmering in the evening light. He who was bred in Iceland or other far northern country must needs seek his ration in Galway Bay. From the garbage dump beside the pier decrepit humans were seeking the wherewithal of their existence.
Back at the hotel, the promised photos were waiting for me. There were several of trout being 'stripped' in the hatchery, which now releases many hundreds of trout fry into Lough Corrib each year. There were others of catches of fish; trout averaging five or six ponds each, taken from Lough Corrib. There was one of the only public statue in Galway, that of Padraig O'Conaire, the poet.
There was one of the Galway fishing fleet, headed by one of their own trawlers, with priests and acolytes on board, sailing down Galway Bay to hold their annual "Blessing of the Sea." There was one of Ballynahinch Castle, once the property of Richard Martin, M.P. 'Humanity Martin' they called him. He was the promoter, in 1822, of the first successful Bill for the protection of wild animals. He was also one of the founders of the R.S.P.C.A.
Most poignant, the clear-cut features of Patrick Pearse, with, on the back of the print, the lines he wrote on the eve of his execution, Easter 1916.
The Wayfarer
The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Or little rabbits in a field at evening,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown
And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;
Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way
Sorrowful.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 13, 2013 - 01:27pm PT
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I'd rather pull with my ample tummy over the cables rather than trying to lift myself at armpit height.--Gene's opinion on the downed cables of HD
Gene, my brother, I see no indication of ampleness, tummy-wise.You're 60 and the body gets harder to get hard when it's been softened by age/inactivity. If anything, I see exampleness, bud. I need strength training but refuse to go at it whole hog because of the example, for example, of THocking's recent injury in "training."
Mark H., STFU, Ape-master Pig-Thumper... :)
It may be that you THINK you need or should shed flab, but from here on the day you visited, you had a visible spring in your step, old geezer. That is what counts, but so does your self-image.
Cut yourself some slack, let's get out the rack, go climb ourselves a crack, drink Half Dome brew when we're back, Jack.
Speaking of the Classic, do you remember the booth in the park with the motocross bike, the 51-50 energy drink guys? I did not know until this week that it's a local product!
This gal is Melissa and she's one of our city's sparkliest spark-plugs, and I hope she decides to run for the city council.
Melissa at the Merco bike race, lookin' all glassy-eyed in the refreshment tent, wondering why she didn't clean her sunglasses/night-vision enhancer lenses.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 13, 2013 - 03:07pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... sorry late, but check your email...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 14, 2013 - 01:54pm PT
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 14, 2013 - 02:37pm PT
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hey there say, mouse....
hmmm.....
bulbs, getting ready to bloom:
! ! !! !
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 15, 2013 - 01:14am PT
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Nope. Just exclaiming over the painting(s).
I'm truly honored. I hope you've gotten and read the emails by now.
1. Last Ranch on Cunningham Rd./Linda Abbott
2. At the Top of Their Game/Linda Abbott
3. Lizzie Ruffalo/neebee
4. Liz Bermingham/neebee
5. Liz Ruffalo with sons Michel and Scott/nameless neebee
I have "acquired" five pieces of original art in one week when all I've ever HAD is one Throwpie which has been given away to some lucky person out there years ago, but which I want, and one pointillist portrait of an Indian by R. Hamm. And the one little clay piece by Liz.
It makes it real when I think of the topo on the reverse of Tom Evans' poster which Lilabiene has. Art strikes at midnight sometimes. Sober or not.
And trading a Bierstadt for a one-of-a-kind aerial shot of the Falls, and having folks ask for my photos, or meeting artists who know people I know and want to talk about something besides just art, these are things that have made this time in my life special.
I'd like to thank Dean Fidelman for the calendar again one more time. I'm digging the hell out of April, Dean, in all ways...
And this is by way of appreciating the slightly-older-than-I crowd of ST old-schoolers who are 'just too guido believe.' I hope we all grow "better" so well as dem guys have shown us the way here, too, just they did once backing the day.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t19Li1N09Xo
Liz was my Penelope. I came back to her after twenty years.
Until tonight, I'd never thought of her in that context.
Thanks, all.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 15, 2013 - 01:28pm PT
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I refuse to bow to the temptation to pun on the word 'knot.'
I refuse to admit that I have never read the Cleary books about Ralph.
There can be no connection to Ralph from Happy Days and why isn't his name pronounced Rafe Mafe--is it some Euro thing or just when is the honeymoon starting, Ralph?
That was Uncle Ray from My Favorite Martian that played the sly-sounding Matt.
Naturelement, we come to Arlo Guthrie, again, sliding sidewise at X km/h and singin'
[Click to View YouTube Video]Yur not gonna die any time soon.
I do feel like havin' me a pickle, though, thinkin' on it.
Polski wyrob, py got!
My brother Tim was on a Kawa when he got T-boned in Jamestown about twenty years ago. He lucked out and only had three limbs broken.
Not my style. I've ridden bicycles, not motorcycles, and Liz even rode a bike a lot when she was young and selling Avon. She hauled young Michel-Jon round in a seat on the back. It was a three-speed.
Then she met that motorcycle mechanic...
http://www.buzzhunt.co.uk/2011/05/06/polish-guy-makes-100-wooden-bicycles/
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 15, 2013 - 01:38pm PT
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Climbing content @ 2:02
don't put on any heirs
sure hope they don't fall, would be nobody left to follow them down
http://vimeo.com/29988524
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 15, 2013 - 02:39pm PT
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Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singing,
CHORUS:
Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.
There's a giant doing cartwheels,
A statue wearing high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Here's the story I suppose I might have told you, neebee, had I gone on.
The mechanic, Rick, took his son, Scott, from his mother and her first son and headed Back East, eventually to Cincinnati, where there were no tacos in '83, according to Liz's tale.
Canterbury, you got nothin' on this one.
She-mom extraordinaire set off in chase and went 'round and 'round in Ohio and got her Scotty back to Merced, and so the soaps continued until we met in the ER and as the poet Eurante once said
terra met foima
Rock climbing is perfectly safe--it's the dismount that's hazardous!
Liz and her Oh Boys! Someplace along Feather River.
She collected postcards and elephants. Long poems were no match for her memory. The Night Before Christmas was child's play. A Midsummer Night's Dream was her only live Shakespeare experience, here in Merced, at the first performance given at the new outdoor theater in Applegate Park, a modern adaptation.
We were in the Guild of St. Thomas More and our "period" was truly the earlier faires, the Henrician faires as we called them, but we adapted to the Elizabethan mode easily enough and had great fun at both. Liz recited some "poesy" at one faire as a part of our act. I challenged her to memorize some Shakespearean sonnets, but she informed me in her best "period-Nazi" impression ever: "It's not the right period, good sir. Period."
I saw no tear in her dress, neebee. Maybe that was a tear in your eye.
You meant in this dress, eh?
Here's that other of the grand-Lizzie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 15, 2013 - 03:23pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 15, 2013 - 03:58pm PT
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In hearing of the Boston Marathon Massacre just now, it seems to bring to mind the thrilling days of 9-11 when flags were flown on Fords, flower carts, and taco wagons.But even so,
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 15, 2013 - 06:07pm PT
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OUCH!
Take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree, but it's still only gonna give you lemons in the end, unless of course you are a meadowlark, in which case life is golden
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 15, 2013 - 11:28pm PT
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Bruce Penninsula Park
http:// link hosed up - will fix
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 16, 2013 - 05:16pm PT
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A Short
The Barisov Parcel
It was a standard USPS ready-to-post mailing carton, but what it held was far from ordinary.
It was a Mulligan. Also known as a Ginsberg. Sometimes called a McGuffin, in error, but well-intentioned error, one hopes. There are worse errors than calling a Ginsberg a McGuffin, like calling a Hitler a Ginsberg, I suppose.
Blue suede, usually, but this was Blue Velvet, it had a plush feel to it. I thought it might BE a real Vintage Vinton, but there was something missing.
A blue velvet McGuffin, being mailed to Boston, the day after an afternoon of terrifying bombs going off in crowds of spectators at the finish of the marathon. Hmm...
At first, it’s not too obvious what’s happening, but it gradually begins to occur to me, that I know what is inside this parcel which I am holding, yet it is still wrapped inside, the package is intact.
Whoa!
Whoa! And wait just a freakin’ minute, Jack! I cannot know this is a McGuffin, much less know it’s blue velvet. I’ts not possible, just like that contraction of “it is.”
Aha! But there ‘tis, so it’s not “IMPOSSIBLE,” is it?
How do I know it is “plush” and how do I know it is “blue?”
That is rich, but sad, too, that I feel this way.
And how do I know it is a Mulligan/Ginsberg/McGuffin when they are, after all, just do-overs and mysterious objects themselves? Ephemera, photo-proof; no nest in te, visibilite.
It is a question that I am willing to turn over in my mind to Nowhere Man, champion of nothing, obliged to nobody, and best of all, he works for free.
I have a contract with him. He does not accept contractions as valid. I use ‘em all the time, but cannot use them now that Nowhere Man is on the case. He is nowhere and everywhere at once, but he cannot contract, only expand. So he is unlimited in what he can and cannot do at the same time.
Do not ask.
I will not tell.
Story
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Apr 16, 2013 - 08:15pm PT
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Early morning on the beach at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 16, 2013 - 08:21pm PT
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Truckin'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 16, 2013 - 08:27pm PT
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This is not about the Cobra climb on Royal Arches. Or malt liquor.
As Largo goes back to Led Zep, Mouse backs up time to the year 1971. I'm nailing one of the pitches on Carbon Wall. Bruce Price is my belayer and the instrumental in my head driving me is Quicksilver Messenger Service's "The Cobra." It features the lead by the late John Cipollina. I used to own the album "Just for Love" and "Happy Trails" on eight-track. Half of the band were Mercedians. Andy Cox and Ron Cagle and similar types would beg to ride around the Valley in the White Van, the DORF, so they could burn one to some good sounds. I obliged whenever I could, cruising slow. We had Zappa's "Chunga's Revenge" and "The Blues Project," an anthology with Jeff and Maria Muldaur for back-up. Later, the last Stones album I ever bought and I feel their greatest, "Exiles on Main Street," accompanied me on trips to the Valley after I moved out in 72.
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Another band which de Flames listened to back in the day in Merced: The Seeds. Check them out on Youtube and catch Betty Paige dancing to their song "I Can't Seem to Make You Mine." Largo, listen to "Pushin' Too Hard" by the Seeds. I am reminded of thee, somehow. I remember the first time I heard Led Zepp being played by the weekend workers from Fresburg in the tent cabin out by Leidig Meadow I shared with Richard Carlson, a bus person at the Caf and also a Merced guy. And who tried to ruin the night by drunken furor in the dorms parking lot but the Millis himself, prior to his conversion to gentler substances.
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For the sake of the young who never heard of de Flames, we were "just a bunch of rock and roll kids from Merced," none of whom owned cars, with the exception of what seemed like only one guy at a time. It was a farcical schtick invented by bored teens. It was essentially a car club, but for guys w/o wheels. Our members were augmented by the low-riders, Benny Bengosgos, and others of Latino origin, all fake. San Joaquin, patron saint of hitch-hikers was revered. There was a chapter in Campo Quatro: Millis, the Bircheffs, Randy Hamm, and Steve Walstead (our guy Throwpie), Cowboy Larry, all were definitely enrolled, and I think Bonebrake, as well. A lotta maids were Flames mammas at one time or another.
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As long as I'm here, there is a story I'd like to relate. In late October, 1971, nine of us from the Valley drove to Tuolumne for a hike in to Boothe Lake. I distinctly remember nine. We were in Rich's (last name?) station wagon, the Blue Polluter. Rich, me, the Bircheffs, Anne Baker, Julie Mathis, and another maid, maybe Karen Anders, Pettigrew and maybe Cagle, we all came back from Boothe in about 4-6 inches of new snow. Winter all of a sudden. We were the last campers that year.
We headed down the road and not far above Smokey Jack or Tamarack the Buick slid left and the left front wheel was over a bank, but there was no way it was going over. Rich had been driving real slowly and managed to keep us intact. It was slushy and I was the only one who refused to start walking. Someone had to watch the packs, so I sat there while they got wet. I dozed.
The snowplow was on me like a train, very loud. It was followed by a NPS ranger in a station wagon. The plow avoided the Buick, thank you Jesus. The ranger didn't hit the plow, but it was close. The f##k got clustered immediately when the ranger's vehicle wouldn't start (battery). The plow went down the hill, picked up some of the walkers who then called the tow truck. The tow truck got there, the driver turned off his motor. His battery died, too. The ranger started his car with a jump from the Buick. The tow truck driver started his unit off the ranger, then hauled the Polluter off. No harm, no foul, just a constant reminder to me to always high-tail it out of the high country by late October.
Someone's got to remember this tale of near-woe. Stories like these make it worthwhile being an OLD FART.
And the beat goes on. The above's from an old thread about the Cobra. I know now that they belong over to El Cap Bridge now, and can't think of much besides neckties and Shelby right now. Yesterday's gone, but this is some of the stuff I saw at Skip's place.
Skip Johnson of Merced.
Hangin' around.
Showin' off.
Jackin' my memories.
And Throwpie's.
Ducks on the pond.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 16, 2013 - 09:11pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 16, 2013 - 09:14pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 16, 2013 - 10:19pm PT
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damn! (mighty) mouse that's an impressive display ya got there up yonder.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 16, 2013 - 10:22pm PT
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It is like walikng into a museum with no lights, no real organization, and no cleaning staff. It's the exhibition equivalent of a rat bike.
I've always had cool friends.--Dylan Thocking
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 17, 2013 - 11:49am PT
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I've never been here. Sainte-Marie Among the Hurons.
Kinda reminds me of Mestigoit.
[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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Apr 17, 2013 - 11:57am PT
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Wendat happen, man, you gone go?
Marie, her on de good road to Tok nex'.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/hlthenvt/210797663/
Mustugo?
Chimindo!
Yokuts had some word power, like Royal Robbins = blu blu
snow = pon-pon
horned owl = him-him
leaf = dap-dap
hawk = swoosh (+/-)
eye = ca-ca
arrow = g'el-g'el
duck = k'ui-k'ui
From Kroeber's work BITD.
taco = tok-tok
climb = up-up
From Mouse's work/play today.
Yuk-yuk = funny in the Murcan dialect
From Walter J. Miller's work in 1960.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 17, 2013 - 12:19pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
nneebbee, it's true, isn't it, that a little painting will bring a lot of good thoughts to your heart?
Wish you could see & hear this, Blind Lady of the North Country. :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 18, 2013 - 03:18am PT
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It's almost 12:22, Chico time.
Do you know where your hometown is?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Merced is the "clone city" of Chico.
If you've been both places, you know this is true.
Chico = Chicago - ag
Chico State's motto.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 18, 2013 - 02:05pm PT
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Google is telling me it is 600 miles door to door to the corresponding street address in Chico from Chula Vista - says I can be there in 8 hours and 54 minutes by car.
I'm wondering why a 20 oz. Vaughan (999 L (made in USA for lefties)) framing hammer would have "WEAR SAFETY GOGGLES * A5C" stamped into it?
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Apr 18, 2013 - 04:26pm PT
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Hello...I lurk on this thread a lot, just pop in now and then to tell you it really is an eclectic stroll...feel like I'm watching a light show, reliving fun from BITD, just all kinds of stuff when I check it out. Interesting motorcycle stuff...I had a Ducati and a BSA way way way back.
Thanks for all you folks do on this thread...I get tons and tons of enjoyment from it!
Susan
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 18, 2013 - 07:31pm PT
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The (or El) Chupacabra in modern American Life. First in a series.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 18, 2013 - 07:32pm PT
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Please allow me to introduce myself. Part 2.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 18, 2013 - 07:33pm PT
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Part Three.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yeah it's got a good beat (certainly not the Bo Diddely beat), but can you still dance to it?
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Apr 18, 2013 - 09:22pm PT
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Short
beautiful
Story
<3
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 18, 2013 - 11:44pm PT
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The only swamp person who has yet to catch a chupacabra, the inimitable Bruce (Uncle Sam headband).
Born on the Bayou (Guist Brothers)
Einstein disguised as Robin Hood
Ah, the memories:
Man bytes dog?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 06:24am PT
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Susan, please thank you for me. :)
That was a beauty of a shot of Half Dome you posted elsewhere, on the Doc/Photo thread.
Hear hear for the obscure, the ones that get behind something else, but are still worthy of a look...
I explained this "obscurity" perspective to Werner and his cat this morning on another day trip to the Cleft-Behind's Nirvana, via YART, which is really VIA, by the way.
He did his Werner shrug and changed the subject.
I meandered through this rocky talus beginning with the parking lot at the Lodge and following it across the road to the C4 lot and through it and then up and up till I intersected the Falls Trail someplace below the top of Selaginella Wall. Two climbers came down the trail just as I made my way over to it after a long blow and they took my picture with old Gary with the walking stick.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 06:32am PT
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Lilabiene, a short thank you is in orderby Tolkienn of my appreciaion.
Well, it's not so short, it's a Grade III!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 19, 2013 - 10:31am PT
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IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Curious phrase, should there be cause for alarm if:
IT IS WHAT IT ISN'T.
It's like that naggin philosophical question, what does * 5 A C have to do with safety goggles?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 01:54pm PT
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Oooh, good stuff! It needs some framing--minimalistic all-thread bars for the frame might be just the touch.
Good late morning and to be brutally honest, Bro, I don't quite get it and I've stared at it long enough that it made me do something naughty, to my embarassment. I am feeling brutally honest late this morning.
Trix are for rabbits, not for kids.
Try this at home and see if you are gonna die!
I can't guarantee you will.
"I did, though."--Weej
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 01:59pm PT
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I kinda like this other one one better.The center of Merced, Main and M St., the center of the art universe in the central valley THIS SATURDAY.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 19, 2013 - 02:01pm PT
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Are fasteners as important to the development of Western Civilization as the pen? The sword?
Did they play a role in the evolution of rock climbing? Rock 'n' Roll? (I think I busted a button on my trousers. You wouldn't want my trousers to fall down now would ya?).
How did you keep your tent closed, provided you were lucky enought to have one?
Talk about hair of the dog - another interesting phrase.
The creation of Velcro was actually inspired by burrs when Swiss engineer, George de Mestral, found them on his dog’s fur. When he put it under a microscope, he noticed these hooks that could easily become attached to almost anything, including clothing, hair and even other burrs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2013 - 02:24pm PT
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Eight Miles High, the eclectic one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt1LYCHicLo
The lovely blaze.
It's eight miles away from the original. But the sun's shining.--Keith Scott
Is the Bush family going to celebrate 4-20 tomorrow?
The Nixons never did, but Nils knew.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I ain't no rock 'n roll crook: I am the greatest!--Muhammed Nixon Clay
Eve Arden!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 20, 2013 - 09:52pm PT
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This here is johnnyElephant. He was not created using the normal elephant method. I've heard he was chipped off the old block. Wood species? Unknown.
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Gene
climber
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Apr 22, 2013 - 10:50am PT
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Nice reflection of the DA's Palace in that Art Hop photo, Mouse.
g
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 22, 2013 - 06:37pm PT
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Oh, so sublte, eh? mfm
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 06:16pm PT
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http://www.sdstate.edu/news/event-detail.cfm?customel_datapageid_3207=1470918
The link came up when I was looking to see whether Layton Kor and Warren Harding ever got to tie in with one another, as I think they could have thus defined "unstoppable" for all time.
Fletcher
Kaleidoscope: definition, elucidation, please, if time permits, Mighty Greekophile.
At any rate, the beatles, the bosuns, and the bowling bones be beatin' de bongos over at Art Hop last Saturday night. Ben's Gallery with no name yet was hoppenin'.
That morning I made it to the Farmers' Market in time to buy some dried fruit for day trips to the Park.
And then on Monday (last night) I did some bar-hoppin' with Vern and Dawn from Middle Earth. We logged one bar, across the street from the Cinema Cafe and we were treated to big re-opening plans for Reinero's Italian Restaurant and the Trophy Room Bar, owned by Phil Reinero.
And the Sunday in between I wandered by the old site of City Hall, which has been converted into a microbrewery and restaurant featuring BBQ, which now caters to large groups. This is the third eatery to enter the building since renovation & the construction of the brewing rooms. The operators have planted some beautiful rose bushes for this go-round.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 07:28pm PT
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In the window of the Antiques Mall.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 07:35pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2013 - 07:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 02:32am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Barbara (Monique Serf, 1930-1997)
Il pleut sur Nantes
Donne-moi la main
Le ciel de Nantes
Rend mon cœur chagrin
Un matin comme celui-là
Il y a juste un an déjà
La ville avait ce teint blafard
Lorsque je sortis de la gare
Nantes m'était encore inconnue
Je n'y étais jamais venue
Il avait fallu ce message
Pour que je fasse le voyage:
"Madame soyez au rendez-vous
Vingt-cinq rue de la Grange-au-Loup
Faites vite, il y a peu d'espoir
Il a demandé à vous voir."
A l'heure de sa dernière heure
Après bien des années d'errance
Il me revenait en plein cœur
Son cri déchirait le silence
Depuis qu'il s'en était allé
Longtemps je l'avais espéré
Ce vagabond, ce disparu
Voilà qu'il m'était revenu
Vingt-cinq rue de la Grange-au-Loup
Je m'en souviens du rendez-vous
Et j'ai gravé dans ma mémoire
Cette chambre au fond d'un couloir
Assis près d'une cheminée
J'ai vu quatre hommes se lever
La lumière était froide et blanche
Ils portaient l'habit du dimanche
Je n'ai pas posé de questions
A ces étranges compagnons
J'ai rien dit, mais à leurs regards
J'ai compris qu'il était trop tard
Pourtant j'étais au rendez-vous
Vingt-cinq rue de la Grange-au-Loup
Mais il ne m'a jamais revue
Il avait déjà disparu
Voilà, tu la connais l'histoire
Il était revenu un soir
Et ce fut son dernier voyage
Et ce fut son dernier rivage
Il voulait avant de mourir
Se réchauffer à mon sourire
Mais il mourut à la nuit même
Sans un adieu, sans un "je t'aime"
//That is, you know the story
He returned one evening
And it was his last trip
And it was his last shore
He wanted to die before
To warm to my smile
But he died in the same night
Without a goodbye, without a "I love you"//
Au chemin qui longe la mer
Couché dans le jardin des pierres
Je veux que tranquille il repose
Je l'ai couché dessous les roses
Mon père, mon père
Il pleut sur Nantes
Et je me souviens
Le ciel de Nantes
Rend mon cœur chagrin
Apple, luv?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 04:01am PT
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Let's get back to Big Columbia boulder and Raffi's bench.
You know he dropped an "a" from his name and Peter Paan picked it up.
So the boy's resting his nogg on his hands lying stretched out on the marble-like granite
He's thinking of the Fires of his youth (a "relative youth" even when purchased; God had just learned to "tie His shoes, always tie His shoes") which are in the bag for sale with the iron
He thinks how he hates them they've never been nice,
What the f*#k would good old Helen have to say if I laid that on her?
Back in the darkroom of my mind I am framing the view with my head on the SAR site side of the slab of granite, it's granite, I get it. I just took it for granite it was marble earlier.
so the boulder I'm weejing on the left side, the twisty cedar grows next to it behind the bench is bringing in the right side
snap the shutter and you see mainly tree
its branches spiral. its trunk twists. its barry bates in the fiber!
bump for the tree which has mastered the lightning and the bench which lies below
and Columbia's the gem of my notion
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 05:21am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 05:27am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 05:29am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 05:33am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 24, 2013 - 05:38am PT
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For Clint. Mark 'em up.
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Sport climber
moving thru
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Apr 25, 2013 - 12:51am PT
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Timid Toprope, I'll make sure to make it down there. Thanks for the link.
As it's oft repeated, small world. My husband Dan went to Fullerton JC and was majoring in art, much like your bro. Dan was good, but when he found out he'd most likely have to start his art life in a big city he went on to a different career. Love and hugs to yo and Nita Gal!! :)) Lynne
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 25, 2013 - 01:26am PT
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zBrown, that was an excellent post and Boomer's gotta be shocked he had a beach named like him. The surfies looked so unprofessional and desperate that it must've been shots of, well, er, surely not you. :)
From the pages of the La Jolla Light,
Expecting to fly with the Zeros.
So NY.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 25, 2013 - 12:32pm PT
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Sooo Cal Cool!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 25, 2013 - 06:20pm PT
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^Notice @ Boomer's 1961 - long boards, no leashes, no wetsuits.
Next up BoomBox Beach just east of the 405 inland from Torrance.
Notice - no boards, no leashes, no wetsuits
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Apr 25, 2013 - 06:33pm PT
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Mouse: not only the fastest with the words and thoughts but now getting the good eye with the camera.
Eye,eye
e-mail on the way finally found a door that opened and had the correct info now to make sure everything matches to a “T’or connects the dots.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 25, 2013 - 07:08pm PT
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Where, when, who, what, why, thank you Longest & Lostest. And I'll go read that.
I try to being Renaissance person like Messrs. Danny DeVito and Royal Robbins and Dion.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvGktPaDAPM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrOYmj3s57Q
"Our ascent, of course, does not end the possibility for new accomplishments on El Capitan. The day will probably come when this climb will be done in five days, perhaps less; and a younger generation will make a new route on the west face."-— Royal Robbins, after the 2nd ascent of the Nose, 1960 (the record is now about 4h/17m).
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 26, 2013 - 12:25am PT
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Don't open the doors of perception. You may find that things are not what they seem.
Mojo Risin (don't confuse with Mojo Nixon)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 26, 2013 - 11:13am PT
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Advice about perception to the contrary notwithstanding and not to drag race into an already inflammatory situation, but isn't Cowboy Buckwheat accompanied by the proverbial horse of a different color?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Apr 26, 2013 - 04:20pm PT
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Groucho Marx: "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend; inside of a dog it is too dark to read.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Apr 26, 2013 - 04:23pm PT
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A forest where I would sit and read all day. I took this photo when I was there in 2011
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 26, 2013 - 05:06pm PT
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hey there say, mouse and all... i missed a bit here, i been busy...
am getting caught up now...
and soon will caught up in the taco, again, :))
say, gypsy, i love this tree pic! say, please, would it be alright to use
this picture to paint, and i will add critters, etc, to it, to make it a bit different... though, would still credit the photographer, if needed, on the back of painting?
it is so full of neat well placed designs!
email and let me know, perhaps in summer i could...
also, you may have it free, too, if you would like it, or, i will
pass it on, or keep it... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 26, 2013 - 05:47pm PT
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A Portrait of a Portugese Partridge
Song from the Portugese Partridges
Come on now and meet everybody,
And hear us singing,
There's nothing better than being together,
When we're singing.
Five of us, and mom working all day,
We knew we could help her if our music could pay.
Danny got Rueben to sell our songs,
And it really came together when mom sang along.
Come on down and meet everybody,
And hear us singing,
There's nothing better than being together,
When we're singing, (3X)
Sonnet Sung by the Portugese Partridge
The sonnet form is old and full of dust
And yet I want to learn to write one well.
To learn new forms and grow is quite a must,
But I will learn it quickly, I can tell.
And so I sit, today, with pen in hand,
Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme.
The rhythm flows like wind at my command.
The A-B-A-B form consumes my time.
But I’m not done until there’s fourteen lines.
One ending couplet, after three quatrains.
I’ve tried to write this new form several times.
The effort’s huge; I have to rack my brain.
But I persist, my fourteen lines now done.
I wrote my poem; my sonnet work is won.
--Denise Rodgers
A Pair of Porugese Parrots Playing Parrot Parlor Games in a Pear Tree
double squawk
double talk
say the esh word
shay the es word
too many Shilvas awk
too many Silveras, Phil awk
Stand in the Way Back. Do not move. It's what year?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Apr 27, 2013 - 08:37am PT
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Neebee, I would love a painting of one of my photographs. How sweet. Let's talk via email soon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 27, 2013 - 09:37am PT
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Portlandia.
zBrown has shown me the light. Danke.
When it comes to satire, irony is militant, improvement is imminent, and my name is Jackie Chiles.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzowSs9mNOM
I suppose there's more of sarcasm in this clip, than satire. You may think otherwise. Good for you.
Or it's Mr. King-of-the-View, the Big O, my favorite because of Dillis Millis, naturally.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3vRJmdQv10
His views are/were the best-delivered and in-yer-face, mock-yer-socks-off, and liveliest, of all lefty pundits, much of the time. He knows satire.
that's just my opinion
By way of early condolence. R.I.P.
"Ninety percent of what they call art is sh#t. Ninety percent of the rest is sh#t with an asterisk."
"Ninety-nine percent of what they post on Superuptop is drivel. Half the rest is drivel with an terrible stink."
I suppose a high percentage of my poetry exists in the same state. I know, I'm too modest. BS should be my midnitials.
Exist in a nice place today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 27, 2013 - 10:51am PT
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It used to be one of my responsibilites to consider disaster recovery (for computer systems). So typically one does scenario analysis.
Here's one for ya. What if 90% of all sheeit was art? Would my sewer charge drop? Would Mr. Buchwald be offended? If he was, would he write a column about it? Would Buscemi receive a payment rather than having to make one?
These are all scenarios to be considered, or alternatively not.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 27, 2013 - 11:58am PT
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hey there say, zbrown... SEWER??? did someone say SEWER?
...would my sewer charge drop... (as if i didn't know)
well now:
Spaulding: What do you fellas get an hour?
Ravelli: For playing, we get-a ten dollars an hour.
Spaulding: I see. What do you get for not playing?
Ravelli: Twelve dollars an hour.
Spaulding: Well, clip me off a piece of that.
Ravelli: Now for rehearsing, we make special rate. That's-a fifteen dollars an hour...That's-a for rehearsing.
Spaulding: And what do you get for not rehearsing?
Ravelli: You couldn't afford it. You see, if we don't rehearse, we a-don't play, and if we don't play (he snaps his finger) - that runs into money.
Spaulding: How much would you want to run into an open manhole?
Ravelli: Just-a the cover charge! Ha, ha, ha.
Spaulding: Well, drop in some time.
Ravelli: Sewer.
Spaulding: Well, we cleaned that up pretty well
i like good clean fun, ;)
and it sure got cleaned up, ;)
just saw this last night... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 27, 2013 - 12:00pm PT
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hey there say, gypsy... wow, this will be fun! yep, let's email,
summer will work good, too, and pre summer, actually, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 27, 2013 - 08:23pm PT
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Sewer? Thread? Paint? Birds?
I just found out that Coffee Bandits has a monthly BAD FICTION NIGHT!
I have an affliction: an affinity for bad fiction. I'd say I'm hooked on it, but there's nothing funny about addicttion, even when it has two t's.
Please don't be cross with me.
An addiction is worse than a penchant, by far.
Penchant, now there's one for Punch.
It's made for Mad.
But not the type for Time.
Two doppio day.
Four espressos.
The Farmers' Market was fun. Lots and lots of pictures to look thru.
The Youth Baseball Annual Spring Parade was at 10:30 on Main St. That was almost Too Cute. Many more pictures to look thru.
And then to the Coffee Bandits, taking photos of Volunteers for I Love Merced Day, cleaning up the city. Even more to look thru.
But there are other things to do first.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 27, 2013 - 08:55pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, if you get a picture of a sewer (manhole-cover), with a bit of chipped paint, and some discarded thread dropped upon it, with birds standing there, studying that ol' thread,
i think you'll tie this all in quite well... :)
*wow, thanks for the 'i love merced' info and all,
it sounds very nice...
god bless, to you this eve, and of course, always,
but the eve, first, as it is now upon this
end of the taco-shelf... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 27, 2013 - 10:05pm PT
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Rock Under Chopin
Does Anybody Know the “Beatles?”
Does Anybody Care that they are half “Dead?”
If Chopin rode a chopper
And Napoleon took a nap
We’d have soothing rock n’ roll
And a greatly different map
If Harding free-climbed harder
And Ed did more hard aid
Our guidebook still would not be done
Perhaps he should be paid
Lowered Expectation
If everyone throughout history
who ever wanted to be someone
but became somebody else instead
were lined neatly toe to head,
I don’t know what would happen.
Would they reach around the moon?
Could someone or somebody tell me then,
if they do it anytime soon?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 28, 2013 - 11:13am PT
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say neebee, hey there
wow, if you get a picture of a sewer (manhole-cover), with a bit of chipped paint, and some discarded thread dropped upon it, with birds standing there, studying that ol' thread,
These birds have flown, except for one, but perhaps they could be rounded back up.
Does one round up birds, or just tempt them into place? I know we tempt the humming birds with a red and yellow feeder.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Apr 28, 2013 - 01:23pm PT
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This bird hadn't flown but was certainly thinking about it and I imagine it has flown since I took this photo...
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Apr 28, 2013 - 02:38pm PT
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Mouse.
Hehe..
I'll leave me a hole in the fence...
I don't know. It's a great meditation...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 28, 2013 - 05:07pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 28, 2013 - 09:18pm PT
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Paperston, bring me some shears.
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you make me climb Whitney?
Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song
Better yet, I'll let Jimmy welcome ya to Monday.[Click to View YouTube Video]
The week's seven days long.It's a long week.
Sigh...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 28, 2013 - 11:06pm PT
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was going to put this somewhere else, but here it is, where I think it belongs - hope y'all like it
KCET, KQED, KLOS, KMET, KPFA, KPFK
OK
Special K?
it's 1/2 an hour
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 28, 2013 - 11:53pm PT
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Speaking of historic photos
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 29, 2013 - 12:19am PT
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Leaving aside for the moment Frank, Nancy, Frank Jr., it appears that the best rhyme for Sinatra is Sumatra.
This rather statuesque fellow resides there in Bukit Lawang.
If I could pronounce it, then I bet I could come up with some interesting rhymes.
Be that as it may, for the sake of perspective or perhaps sneeking another peek through those infamous doors of perception:
The Great Sumatran fault runs the entire length of the island along its west coast. On 26 December 2004, the western coast and islands of Sumatra, particularly Aceh province, were struck by a tsunami following an Indian Ocean earthquake. More than 170,000 Indonesians were killed, primarily in Aceh.
In any event to get back on track, Nancy and Frank are not common names in Sumatra. Where Martino Antonio & Natalie Della came up with those names remains a mystery (to those who think about such things).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 29, 2013 - 01:16am PT
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He's giving the F-I-S-H cheer in Sumatran Alphabetic Body Language.
Gimme an F!
This is me wondering what can possibly go wrong.
Gimme an I!
This is Sentinel, without sentiment.
Gimme and S!
Looking down on another valley from a much HIGHER spot.
Gimme an H!
What's that spell?
Bukit lawang! It looks like "fish," though. It's silly, but the language was created by an Irishman who came to live in Sumatra. He was afraid of tarantulas, BTW.
http://sites.google.com/site/asianarboreals/cyriopagopussp.%22sumatrantiger%22
Distribution:
Somewhere in West Sumatra.
So Ron, STFA from W. Sumatra. I plan on it. I'd rather drink it than go there.
I now felt I had really become a mountain climber. The east face of Mount Whitney was what all my early reading had prepared me for: a real wall in the high mountains. When I started climbing I had, in my mind’s eye, targeted mountains. I had progressed from Stoney Point to Tahquitz, then Yosemite, and now the Palisades and Whitney. From here, I thought it would be just another step to the Alps, the Andes, and the Himalayas: the big peaks. But those mountains were very far away, and I didn’t know how to reach them. I knew it took a lot of money, and I didn’t have any. But I had a thumb, and one of the world's best climbing areas was only a few hours away.--Royal Robbins, Fail Falling
to the SCSeagoat--
I hope you enjoyed the short visit you had in Yosemite. Thanks for your support for our eclecticism and obscurity here. Middle Earthlings are just this way, in large part. Right, zBrown?
I had hoped I could say that you ain't seen nothin' yet, but the more I learn of you, in various threads, I am not so sure of that at all!
I have plans for the morrow.
What could possibly go wrong?
See ya at the movies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 29, 2013 - 02:36am PT
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To Billyboots--
I just found this photo on a photo search for Jerry Coe. I don't know a thing, just that he's not around these parts. I've looked.The mysterious Fresnan J. Coe, formerly a RCS guy.
Worked for the State Conservation Corps.
Lived in Murphys, CA.
Kept bees.
Licked his honey.
Married to Renee.
Divorced from Renee.
Possible removal to Tierra del Fuego?
Dream of crossing the Andes and kayaking to the sea.
Ah, these chickie-babies...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 29, 2013 - 03:28pm PT
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One of the contingencies we had to plan for. The mouse-kat-terrors:
Athos, Portos, D'Artagnan, Aramis - I really had no idea that D'Artagnan and Aramis were twins, but the camera does not lie.
If die mouse sayz it - it must be so, but I thought this show was acoustic, not eclectic.
Hope nobody boos.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Apr 29, 2013 - 09:41pm PT
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I'm a little late to the party...but speaking of Zeros...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Janglin'...a good tune for your musings and wanderings, Mouse...
A Mouse with a heart of gold.
A giving heart, so beautiful...tears fell from my eyes reading about the 93d... and onto the pages of history...yet to be lived.
He's mad as Hell at me for something...something I'm to have figured out by now. Or perhaps something that is in front of me that I have yet to realize or put together. I wish I could set his spirit free...I just...don't...know...how...
If only you, and Neebs, and LostinShanghai knew how much I appreciate how much love you've shown me. <3
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 05:49am PT
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Trip Report (sub-topic).
"Sentinella."
Another quick but exhausting day trip on the YARTS bus from Merced.
Mark Morrison, the lead driver for the YARTS Merced/Yosemite run since the eighties, is back from his semi-annual return to Sow Thafreeka. I met Mark, a rock climber too, in the eighties at Mark Tuttle's climbing/backpacking/biking store downtown. (It's no longer operating as TOE retail, but TOE is a wholesale brand of packs and things.
Mark M. participated in the Cape Argus bike race, the largest of all timed races. It folows a rugged route on SA's "Cape Coast," you might call it. they get several thousand entrants yearly.
Here's a video.
Here's a map of the course.
Mark has completed all twelve he's entered. He bikes constantly here, and when I asked who he rides with, he said, "Alone. Kevin (owner of the local bike emporium) and his group ride to Snelling on the same boring run three times a week. I want none of that. I ride Bear creek out to Planada and Cunningham road to Le Grand and then over to Plainsburg." (more or less)
He told me he fell downclimbing Positively 4th STreet, too, several years back, and that's on top of having had his knee crushed by a car, spending two years rehabbing on crutches from that one. He fell on the easier 5.7 moves at the bottom, and had been soloing P4S for years when he had down time waiting for the return to Merced on his bus. He hobbled back to the bus from Middle Bro (there's a place to park the bus across the street from the toe of Little Brother, Believe It or Not!), drove it to pick up his returning passengers and drove them to Merced, then went to the hospital.
It's hard, he said, to get a partner in the afternoon, even on a daily basis. He climbed with Mark Tuttle because they both lived in Merced at that time. He's also climbed with Ron Skelton from El Portal, I think. Mark M. is a hardman and I will thank him for the rides here in public.
Mark, for what it's worth, thanks.
Mark lurks. Beware the eyes of Mark.
I'll be Tripping Reporting when the dawn comes. For now, off to the slumber yard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 09:03am PT
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Wake up!
It's TODAY!
Wake up wake up
The dawn is here
The air is full of atmosphere
Etc.
It's best to stand up before you walk out. Ringo knew that, Joe Cocker knew that. Even their best freinds knew that.
What are stand-up friends for, anyway?
Two things, actually, standing up, then walking out, unless they were not offered a seat to begin with. If it's SRO, Y then, you're SOL.
I love the kittens, Mr. zBrown-in-melted-heart-butter!!!! One for each of my fingers! Just right....
I miss my kitties, even though it's sixteen years since I had any. Literally.
Miss Kitty Amanda Russell, three first names.
What's up, Doc? How's it hangin', Festus.
Another person with three first names...
For Camila Borisov
Miss Katie Beth Sue
There once was a girl named Katie Beth Sue
With golden hair and eyes of blue
She'd plant flowers by day, feed the hungry at night
She was cheerful and kind and did everything right.
She lived by the shore in a quaint little hut
With a smile on her face (attitude changes) and a sore on her butt!
Her nose was enourmous, her ears were humongous
She had B. O. and bad breath and under arm fungus!
She wore glasses so large they needed windshield wipers
And under her dresses were fluffy white diapers!
She had the face of a dog and the mouth of a pig
Her pads were too small and her bra was too big!
She was mean and obnoxious and always quite rude
She went to her junior high dance in the nude!
Since she never wore shoes she had many a blister
People would ask her, "What's wrong with you, sister!"
Her teeth were so yellow--(choke and collapse)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 10:34am PT
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neebee, lookit!
According to Mark Morrison, Chapman's Peak is the ass-, pardon, butt-kickingest part of this race around the Argus Peninsula.
Like that means anything, not being a bicycle racer, just a poke-along nowadays... :)
On the map, Chapman's Peak is number 11, on the Atlantic coast, near the top left of the peninsula on Hout Bay/UCANGOOGLEARTHIT.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 11:50am PT
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You might have seen this coming, but the last name of those kittens?
Sumatra of course.
"Americanized" names:
Athable, Pothole, Darn It, Error Miss
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 12:18pm PT
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Mark the Courteous, king of the drivers, left me off at the Four Mile TRail.
I sat and breathed the clean air of nine a.m., re-packed the load--I should have left the tripod at home. I took a half-gallon of H2O and some dried fruit. I thanked the Lord of the Films that I was spared the old school film rolls. I prayed hard for a successful conclusion, open to whatever lay ahead, and for wisdom in choosing my options once I left the trail.
It behooved me to act my age and reflect my physical infirmities.
1. I'm gonna be 65 shortly.
2. I suffer from acute asthma because of allergy to mold; it interrupts all activities, particularly when I hurry.
3. My knees suffer and it causes me to constantly take time to place my weight correctly to make a more-than-normal movement. In talus this means I need to be very cautious.
4. Lack of oxygen causes an effect like vertigo. Atop a boulder I have to be super-careful, like on a belay ledge.
I had no specific goal in my hike, but a general goal: go as far as I could till I felt like changing direction, with Union Point in mind as the furthest I could possibly get without taking photos. Since that was the primary reason I was in the Park, to take photos, when the time came to ditch the trail, I had Sentinel Creek and Sentinel Falls on my mind.
Along the way, I poked, taking photos and watching the passers passing by.
I left the Four Mile Trail at the end of a switchback which went left. I took a vague track into the talus on an uphill tack and eventually came to the creek, which was in spate from the snowmelt. Here is a small pool which was at chest height when I knelt, rather like a font. I washed my head and neck and hands and stayed kneeling for a long time meditating with this stone and the water shaping it, the sound of the water driving out non-essentials.
I felt my spirits lift and my confidence in how this would all turn out increased. I'd come to my goal for the day, unplanned and trusting to another's will. I mean, I just cast my fate to the winds, as they say. I loved the freedom this gave me.
Then I took some Tylenol and smoked a bowl. My my my. Bhuddist Passion amid the pines!
Water ouzel. White cabbage butterfly. Deer fly. Then these big guys.And this little guy from under the same rock--it got replaced.
What was D'Artagnan's last name?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 01:21pm PT
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Spring in Yosemite is cranking up and people will be jamming the place in one or two weeks. I'm glad I took the opportunity to be there when I did, before the meadows flood, the bug and tourist population skyrocket, and things become unnatural.
Here is a selection of springtime shots, EXCLUSIVELY FOR YOU! And Capt. Tom. And the spirit of ST. Galen.I can't apologize for this shot. I love dogwood and the Dodge is for many a part of life in C4.
It's past time for my coffee.
I'll be back with climbing content. Here's a teaser.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 05:31pm PT
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More nice stories mouse.
I never booed and I never walked out, though I did wonder about a guy who titled his first book based on a Sumatran spider.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
A little bit of Richard
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 05:48pm PT
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I'll sea that and raise one.
Buy Bob Dylan’s Former Malibu Ranch And Recording Studio For $3.2 Million
Some people call it Shangri La, others don't call it anything, said Mr. Lee with a smile.
I would like to know who all the people are in those photos on the wall. I was wondering if maybe Gypsy has some on display in there. Ol' bob always did have a thing about Gypsy.
I went back to see the gypsy
It was nearly early dawn
The gypsy's door was open wide
But the gypsy was gone
And that pretty dancing girl
She could not be found
So I watched that sun come rising
From that little Minnesota town
http://au.businessinsider.com/bob-dylans-former-malibu-ranch-and-recording-studio-now-on-sale-for-41-million-2011-6#view-of-the-ranch-style-kitchen-1
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 30, 2013 - 07:52pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, a chapman pt, to be reckoned with, :)
i will share with my family, :)
never had heard of this, before...
say, my oldest son's name is santiago, and, when i named him, i
never KNEW he had a 'grotto' :))
yep, there is a 'santiago's grotto' somwhere... (forgot where) but
i did see a photo of it in a magazine once, have not ever been
able to find it on the net, though, :(
also, thank you for the great yosemite pics, sadly, only the top half
showed, but know the other halves are just as good, and some did not
even show yet, ... so i can' comment on all ...
loved the trail!
say, lilabiene, did you get a package yet :)
if not, keep an eye out, so it won't get left if you plan to go for
anywhere for the weekend, :O
ooops, forgot, mouse:
very NICE climbing pics, there, too!
love the rock face/walls
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 10:46pm PT
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"1. I'm gonna be 65 shortly."
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Of course we will.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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6T-5 sounds like some Jerry Gallwas piton steel.
Or aluminum for a backpack frame.
Or an Army Air Corps trainer.
Or a football play.
Or the same old new fifty-one. LI.
Wm. Dylan Zimmerman, born James Joseph McGuinn III on July 13, 1942. aka, RR Bill, aka Alan Lefcourt.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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about to go on the air with a special tribute to the mad, crazy musician of the Santa Cruz mountains, Bob Brozman
listen live or in the archive
Musical Migrations
ashevillefm.org
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy, thanks for sharing...
hope someday my ol' computer will get youtube or better yet, radio, :))
oddly, years back, and WITH dial up, my old one DID... though,
there was far less complex site, then...
i got a neat station for greece, with neat dance music...
i got tex-mex, and cumbia, tejano, from south texas, and
i got country, from somewhere, forgot now...
odd it never works on this one... it all gets a sentence of song and
stops... :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A man's got to eat, out in the wilderness. It means a lot to have a quiet beauty spot in which to dine out.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Mouse, I'm really enjoying your photo journeys, too. ")
Especially enjoying how happy you are to be where you love to be.
Aud
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, lilabiene:
i love that part:
happy to hear someone HAPPY at where they are!
wow, and T hocking is on a thumb hunt, :)
say, mouse, i can't wait to the see the 'lunch brochure'
but will come back later and wait for the pics to load...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Audrey, that's cool of you--thanks. Plaudits are nice for all things and mice.
I was thinking of you when I put this together. As you are so new to the scene, I thought you and many dozens like you may get some insight into the realm of the "approach" to a climb, many of which here in Grizz Gulch trek through oak talus. Approaches are an integral part of many ascents, along with the descent.
It's an A, C, D way to see the sport. Approach, climb, descent.
Knowledge of all three is critical to the success of alpine adventure, certainly. It also prevents wandering around in the forested talus after dark when you are tired and thinking of things you had better wait for. Make WBraun's job easier by trying to figure out the route in advance. Or just go on an adventure. You are free to choose. The truth is what fits your personality and your partner's needs as well, one hopes, because in fact, there are two of you. So the truth, or the best way, the optimal approach, is somewhere in that range between tight-assed, no-compromising, I call the shots and "OH FUCHIT! Have it your way, butthead."
An even pace, the ability to speak comfortably, and finding landmarks are what is called for. Observe, learn, stay in the moment, breath. Don't think about the climb. Keep an eye out for the others in your party
and don't get too far away.
If you feel you must pre-plan everything, I won't be in your team.
In my experience, going up a talus with no pack is among the most liberating of joys of being young.
But with a partner, til you're sure enough to do what you love--
'on your own alone.'
And that means abandoning fretfulness over 'what could happen.'
Not the way.
Make it known where you'll be, when to expect you back, etc.
I had no instructions when I was young, only the cub and boy scout leaders who were not very good at their jobs, to say the least, but were generous enough with their time.
In my journeys I hope to share observations with the Gang Taco, as well. I hope I'm able to entertain as well. As always.
Stirring the pot--
One thing I think I have found is that there seems to be a difference between the size of the boulders in the Sentinel talus field, where behemoths abound, in comparison to the talus found at the base of Camp Four Wall (above Camp 4) and along Sunnyside Bench. :)
It's a stock question, I realize. Others may have seen this. The Rev said so, too, once upon a time, so it must be observable, but that don't make it true fact, for once. Believe It or Not!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'll clarify that question, which it is in my roundabout way, about relative size.
There are more Large Boulders in the Sentinel talus field. You cannot fail to notice such Monstros.
This one I encountered soon after leaving the trail, heading for the creek. It has a roof, and twenty feet above that is a 'talus garden' with dead branches and other windfall and a few shards of itself spalling off, maybe. If ya can find a route...
When will the hundred summers die,
And thought and time be born again,
And newer knowledge, drawing nigh,
Bring truth that sways the soul of men?
Here all things in their place remain,
As all were order’d, ages since.--Alfred Lord Tennyson
My question is WHY are there more Large Boulders, if it is indeed the fact?
I propose it has something to do with geology. :)
Specifically, glaciology, a sub-game of geology.
Pluck if I know why it is so.
It would seem it's not for mice
To understand the ways of ice.
Seems somethin's missin.'
Bowdlerized agin.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Here's another take on perception:
Scientists make 'bug-eye' camera
For one, they show remarkable depth of field - they can focus on objects at different distances at the same time. They also do not suffer from the aberrations seen in single lens systems when viewing off-axis objects. A good example is the huge distortion observed in wide-angle camera lenses such as the fish-eye.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-22372442
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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If you don't mind destroying your door, getting this out of it would be no problem. Otherwise, it is not impossible to spend four hours on the task.
This sorry piece of technology broke in the locked position. Couldn't therefore remove the pins from hinges and remove the door.
I did it by hand with a little broken saw blade. Had I had my Dremel tool
it could have gone much faster.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse.... wow, thanks for the approach shots, :)
happy trails, and happy more-pics! to you, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I love, I love, I love my calendar cats...
The Worse-kat-errors. Both of them at rest.
May i, 2013.
The Sahara Terrors. All three are from Tah-kits.
September 30, 2013.
Although they're all brats
They're still only cats
Each and every day of the year.
--Neil Sedakat
With apologies to BBA, of course.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2062581&tn=40
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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From the Huff Post this week, 5-2-13, pertaining to the rescue on El Cap on Monday.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/29/yosemite-climber-thumb-reattached_n_987274.html
It is exceedingly strange, this accicent, and I am grateful to learn the digit has been successfully re-attached.
I have an interest here in that my left thumb had to be removed when re-attaching it proved impossible in 1968, the result of a peach cannery boo-boo.
The rope acts as a zit-popping mechanism, if you will, when tension is pulled on a rope and when it is looped around a thin, fragile thing like your thumb the result is...messy.
This Austrian climber's story reminds me, of course, of Millis' attempt in 1974 to convince me that a foreign climber had fallen on the W. Face route on Tahquitz in such a way that his thumb was somehow jammed into a crack during the fall and his weight had pulled hard enough to sever it! It could happen, but it never did.
When I worked for my brother-in-law, Ike Edie, his dad, Ike Sr., loved to tell how a roping cowboy could lose his thumb in a similar manner. When he ropes the steer, he must loop the rope around the cantle of the saddle once or twice so it acts as a brake while the horse's weight pulls the dogie off its feet. The operation of looping the lasso is called "dallying."
A thumbless cowboy is said to have been caught dallying.
A thumbless climber is said to have been a victim of the fickle finger of fate.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Well shoot me in the foot. What's new pussyKat? I had not seen that thread you pointed to. I hope my senior pass will work there.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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It's not well known, but I actually gave James his last name. He was going for something more bland like [Godfather of] Soul. Get a job.
Still young enough to appreciate legs over a 32 Ford grill.
Neighborhood Bullies
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him
’Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He’s the neighborhood bully
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You gotta love that Pete Seeger.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ya gotta love that Pete Seeger's ideas.
Sorry.
An Enemy of the people (original Norwegian title: En folkefiende) is an 1882 play by Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen. Ibsen wrote it in response to the public outcry against his play Ghosts, which at that time was considered scandalous. Ghosts had challenged the hypocrisy of Victorian morality and was deemed indecent for its veiled references to syphilis.
An Enemy of the People addresses the irrational tendencies of the masses, and the hypocritical and corrupt nature of the political system that they support. It is the story of one brave man's struggle to do the right thing and speak the truth in the face of extreme social intolerance.
The play's protagonist, Dr Stockmann, represents the playwright's own voice. Upon completion of the play, Ibsen wrote to his publisher in Copenhagen : "I am still uncertain as to whether I should call it a comedy or a straight drama. It may [have] many traits of comedy, but it also is based on a serious idea."
Luddism was a serious idea, too. So was commonism. So was Christism.
Socialism ism disease of the massive mandible of the tarantula called man, who eats religion and philosophy and shits out his own best ideas.
I loves me some socialites. Some folks calls 'em pigs and fatshits. I just loves me them socialites.
Trashman, you're my ideal.
And ya gotta love that Flamous Roy fella.
I enjoyed the Famous Flames this morning so much, I'm gonna listen to it again right now.
I went out to see the Quiet Man on a big screen, something I'd never done. I was totally unprepared for the cinematography and such an intense experience. I was alone, studied the thing intently and came away thinking I had kind of experienced the same thing reading Patrick Oliver's essay on Kor and Pratt.
The Ford film and that essay can each be described as exquisite, something worth searching out. Speaking of which, next Friday is the Searchers or Rio Bravo, one, and the other the following Friday.
I have never seen the Searchers, though it is a fine, fine novel novel. I have never seen the Famous Flames, though their namesake car club from Merced and Yosemite is full of fine upstanding men and mamas.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Still friends, eh?
Saturday Evening Post, July 22, 1961
Dear Sirs:
Your article ARE THE CANADIANS STILL OUR FRIENDS? [by Harold H. Martin, June 17 {1960}] was one of the fairest and most reasonable commentaries on this ticklish subject I have read in any magazine, Canadian or American.
I think most Canadians know that we are suffering from national growing pains. but most of us feel that we have a right to have these pains and to groan about them.--BM Erb, Ottawa, Ontario
Dear Sirs:
I do not like Americans, and many of my friends hold the same opinion. Imagine, some Americans come to Ontario in July with skis on their cars, asking where the snow is.--Ruth Anne Ashman, Tillsonburg, Ontario
Dear Sirs:
Everywhere Americans go they expect to be welcomed with open arms and allowed to take over the running of whatever situation they push their way into. Although you are the Great American People, this gives you no rights to infringe on the sovereignty of any nation, however small.--Maurice G. Simmons, Montreal, Quebec
Dear Sirs:
Any Canadian who thinks that the majority of his fellows is anti-American could likely get himself into a fine brawl if he tried to swing the rest of us to his way of thinking. Most of the noise comes from vociferous knotheads by whom some of our politicians are unduly influenced.
--R.H. Fallin, Winnipeg, Manitoba
Dear Sirs:
Your article took four and a half pages to wonder if Canadians are still your friends and then gave the answer in the last two paragraphs. Of course we are still you friends and will continue to be....An article such as this one will do nothing toward either strengthening the bonds of our friendship or clearing up the problems that exist between us.--Yvonne Baines, Toronto, Ontario
Dear Sirs:
One very important but unmentioned cause of the present anti-American feelings here may be the rape of our natural resoursed through a complete disregard of game laws by US sportsmen. The maind requirements of these so-called sportsmen seem to be that they must catch and shoot anything and everything, get drunker than anyone and be louder than everybody in Canada. These are our "friends"?--Felix Leveque, Winnipeg, Manitoba
"vociferous knotheads"
Dear Sirs:
As Britain before 1776 controlled the Fifteen Colonies culturally, so does the US control Canada....The Kennedy Doctrine was the last straw for most of us Canadians, who wish others to respect our rights as we respect theirs. And deliver us from both the US and Communist imperialists!--Hunter Brumell, Montreal, Quebec
Oh My God, Canada! That reminds me...we left the freezer chest open!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Our Non-Official Language.
It is a little known fact that there was a time in the history of the United States when it was seriously debated whether our official language should be German rather than English. At least I think it’s a fact. I’ve never tried to really find a confirmable source but have read on a number of occasions that this was indeed the case.
Supposedly when our forefathers in the Pennsylvania Legislature were putting a government together, the question of what our country’s official language should be was asked. This led to a surprisingly long squabble. Eventually it came down to a choice of German or English. The Legislature put it to a vote and German lost out by only one vote! The founding fathers, being political animals, then decided that, since the vote was so close, it would be best for all concerned to drop the issue and not get everyone upset because most of the colonists had been accepting English pretty much as the language of choice.
As a result, there has never been an “official” language of the United States although English, with its diversity of sources and rich vocabulary has become its de facto language. Today more people around the world speak English than any other language. Recently a similar debate took place in the European Commission and they too have announced the decision that English be the official language of the European Union rather than German. I don’t know how true it is but I’ve read some stuff on the internet that led me to understand that the negotiations leading to this decision was predicated on Her Majesty’s Government conceding that English spelling had some room for improvement and the Union accepted a five year plan which would phase in a new language to be known as Euro-English. An unidentified source explained that this would occur as follows:
In the first year, “s” will replace the soft “c”. Sertainly this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard “c” will be dropped in favor of the “k”. This should klear up konfusion and keyboards kan now have one less letter.
There is sure to be growing publik enthusiasm for the new language in the sekond year when the troublesome “ph” will be replaced with the “f”. This will make words like “fotograf” 20% shorter.
In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. The removal of double leters will take place. These unesesary devises have always ben a deterent to akurat speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of the silent “e” in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the fourth year, people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing “th” with “z” and “w” with “v” therby removing thre mor leters from the keyboard.
During ze fifz year ze unesesary “o” kan be dropd from vords kontaining “ou” and similar changes vud of kurs be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters. After ze fifz yer ve vil hav a rali sensibl ritn styl. Zer vil be no more trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil vind it eze tu undrstand ech ozer.
Zen ze drem vil finali kum tru!
In case you have some doubts about German almost becoming our national language, I found confirmation of this when I ran across the following little poem that all the young children of the original pilgrims had to learn:
"Der Pilgrimisch Faders."
"Ein boaten uploaden mit folkers ben sailen
Und crossen der wasser mitouten der failen.
Der Pilgrimisch Faders, includen der flocken,
Ben landen ontoppen das Plymouther Rocken.
Ist luckisch das rock ist nicht landen insteaden
Ontoppen der Faders mit bashen der headen."
I found this in the old volume "Historecker-Versen Mein Grossfader Made" by Dave Morrah.
We can also thank Mr. Morrah for having written "Heinrich Schnibbles Wordenbooke" which contained such wonderful creations as the following:
Cat: Spittenscratcher
Tomcat: Spittenscratchenyowlenprowler
Neighbor: Spittenscratcheryowlenprowlerhatenbootengeflingenathencursen.
Beach: Saltisherwasserplatz
Beach Visitors: Saltisherwasserplatzerburnenpeelers
Beach Cottage: Saltisherwasserplatzerburnenpeelersleepenhaus.
Beach Cottage Shower:
Saltisherwasserplatzerburnenpeelersleepenhouseencoldisherdribblentrickler.
Beach Lifeguard: Saltisherwasserplatzerburnenpeelerfrauleingethrillenpuffen strutter
Summer: Hottisherheatenseason
Vacation: Hottisherheatenseasonoffengetooten
Vacationers: Hottisherhetenseasonoffengetootenfolkers
Foreign Tour: Hottisherheatenseasonoffengetootenfolkerssteepishercostentrip
Travel Agent: Hottisherseasonoffengetootenfolkersteepishercostentripgeplotttenschemer
Carnival Pitchman: Rantenspielenshouter
Carnival Midway: Rantenspielenshouterhookencrookenstrasse
Carnival Crowd: Rantenspielenshouterhookencrookenstrassedummbkopfs
Gambling Game: Rantenspielenshouterhookencrookenstrassedummbkopfertookenscheme
Sheriff: Rantenspielenshouterhookencrookenstrassedummkopfergetookenschemerstoppenhalter
And finally, one of my father's favorite observations, "Ve get too soon oldt, and too late schmart."
--Reinhold Klein, Potpourri blog
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mouse from merced
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I'm just trying to foster some brotherhood. Hence the international flavor today, beginning with The Quiet Man, as you saw.
One thing that touched me, two, actually, about the film--the singing of "Galway Bay" in Pat Cohan's Bar, and the buildings along the high street in Innisfree. They look the same, structurally and stylewise as the ones in Kinvarra on southern Galway Bay, where my Irish forbears came from. The Bermingham hardware store looks virtually the same today as those buildings would look.
Here's a photo I got from the old Post magazine from 1961 and I think it's either Dolt or Powell at the wheel. I wondered if it were Layton Kor, but he's not stooped over.Automobile—Honkenbrakenscreecher
Gasoline—Honkenbrakenscreecherzoomerjuicen
Driver—Honkenbrakenscreecherguidenschtunker
Auto Mechanic—Honkenbrakenscreecherknockengepinger-
sputtergefixer
And since I just finished RR's biography, in which he tells of going cross country on a bus to a BSA jamboree in the fifties, here's the cover commemorating the one in 1962 at Philmont Ranch. Which is in Colorado, I think.
And one for the road. The Rev's on his way over fo to go to In n' Out.
Chow, babby.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I am out this morning shooting some pics. I see this GTO on Main St. across from Trevino's Mexican Restaurant. I cross Main and shoot the car. I turn around and here is this gent, Michel-Jon, talking to the head of the Ruffalo family on his cell. We are having lunch with the little beauty Lizzie and her entourage before you can say hey there.May the forks be with you! It was with me!
More about the Rev's visit in the a.m.
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zBrown
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One desired result of good wave riding is to get into the tube. How do you know you've finally arrived? Naturlich, you test.
Back around the time this device came into widespread use, there was a strike one summer by (I believe) the teamsters who delivered most of the soft drinks. I remember all the Coca Cola and big name brands disappearing off the shelves until the only stuff available was that Shasta shown above. Scabs? Only Pete knows for sure.
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zBrown
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Gonna have to do some research, so this will have to stand in for now, but this is something like the first TV I remember my family having. I bring this up since this evening I observed five adults gathered around watching a iPhone screen. Devolution or just Devo?
Interesting that when you go looking for images of old TV sets, this guy pops up. Possibly even more interesting he pops up even when pop ups are blocked.
This is one example (of perhaps billions) of not achieving tubular status. Lou on the other hand probably could have gone toes over while getting tubed if it hadn't been for that Bud fellow.
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zBrown
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but wait:
but wait:
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Those are the same dang hand signals the Seals used in Abbottabad!These are Wahsisneym's last words to the shooters.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Here is Skip Johnson's parents' radio, purchased in about 1940 from McMurray's here in Merced.
I'm told it's never moved from this spot, and Skip showed the Rev and I the special electrical outlets (2) in the wall behind. One's power in and one's power out to a double array of incremental antenna loops for short wave reception, the which is mounted in the attic just above the radio.
No thalidomide jokes, please.
And yes, the furniture seems to need dusting.
Here it is. It is like this. This is the way it is. It all began when Norton Johnson's first wife, the flapper in the photo on the cables to Half Dome, died and he re-married, only to find they could not have a family. Skip became the luckiest kid for miles, he says, to be adopted by the Johnsons. Norton is the same age as my own grandfather, Leonard Larson, b. 1899. All the stuff Skip inherited from his folks is a full generation older than the things that I've been left by mine.
Skip's mom was a hoarder. Skip's been able to dig through most of the junk and I'm eagerly waiting like a dog for scraps. I got Skip a hamburger when the Rev and I went to In 'n Out to be polite. Like I took him out for dinner last week to the 510.b (it's my new pet name for the 510 Bistro--cool, huh?), to show him appreciation in a tangible way for letting me voyeur all over his antique goodies.
So the Rev and I and Skip sat down in Skip's now-cleared back yard and he regaled us with stories and he even brought out a generous amount of conversational lubricant. the Rev doesn't lie, and he doesn't smoke, either, but we didn't care. We sat and smoked and lied. We should've had a campfire. Jeff, the Rev; myself: and Skip, Mark's his given name, little-orphan-boy-only-child, relatives who told him that he was adopted by the whole Johnson clan, not just that couple living in Merced;. It's what you want to hear, huh?
Jeff came up with a story about him and Dick Ellsworth of flame-bearded fame.They were climbing up to the saddle between Ritter and Banner and in the gully was a lot of snow. A date climb was going badly, he berating she for her inablility and fear, though she had never climbed before (sheesh, they can get more stupid than this guy but you hate to hear about it) this, and the boys felt they had to help out, so they did, by belaying each clown DOWN OFFA MY CLOUD, GODDAMIT!
So they completed their own climb, I think. As fate would have it, though, our Flamish climbing partners are in the Village Store a bit later, though Jeff didn't say when, and the rescued pair are there thanking them all over the place, offering to buy food, give sexual favors, etc. Being humble, and committed to the truth, the Rev insists they forget it and give it to the deserving poor. They are noble dirt
baggers and wandervogel out goin', "Hope we never run into them again!"
As expected, the Rev was in the Tetons later that year. This was likely, he said '73 or '74. She was there. He was long gone. This is all I'm sayin' cuz I don't remember the rest of the story.
Ask Dick?
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zBrown
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If you only just wouldn't clap so hard ... oops ... if only they would dust that baby once in a while we could see what station was popular back in 1940.
I would guess that it was Armed Forces Radio, but I could be wrong.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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He said,
Skip Johnson, he said:
"He that toucheth the AM Radio dial can kiss his peace of mind goodbye.
This is the signal that the Lord hath provided.
Blessed be the 1480 setting on your radio dial.
This and this only shall you not do:
Thou shalt not change the setting on the dial from KYOS to any other, for it is enough that farm reports, solid conservative programming, and a sincerely American standard of listening is provided free of charge.
Blessed be Daddy Cool and Paine, Webber, Jackson, and Curtis, who've brought your stock report up to date.
Honor thy Cecil's Golden Chicken and your appetite's friend, and chill with Del Shannon and The Byrds.
Thy own days shall be spent in Paradise with deep purple glows and purple haze and the Prince of Bel Air re-runs on ur TV affiliate.
This is the sound that the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be real happy but NEVER turn that dial!
Because, for the love of God, we could end up living in a van down by Bear Creek--which is a lot better than living in a van down by Choss Creek, ID, BTW."
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Postcard from the edge of Berkeley. 1970.
Ephraim Clampus Vitus business. Ballyhoo specialists. Mockers extraordinaire.
"WTF is a hewgag?", I asked.
It's this thing.When a brother dies, they all get together in a show of grief. Quite a panoply if it's done correctly.A huge cry-fest with liquor, I imagine, but this is hearsay, of course. I was never asked to join, nor would I, any more than I would join any club but this one. It's a full time gig being a Flame, at least for me. And I've never been to a Clamper rite.
And please, don't be blowin' any horns on my account when I'm ashes. Save your breath.
Plant me a cork tree as a memorial some where. Put me in the sand at the base of Mt. Clark. But don't make any noise. I'll have gone to my rest, though, so...
This is my favorite shot of mine of Yosemite, from last week.
Whatever is that person doing to that noble tree?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I drank lots of Mateus rose at Degnan's, Bob. STFU about that and play!
RIP for Gypsy's buddy.
This is who Dave Bromberg wanted to REALLY be. It's understandable.
[Click to View YouTube Video]He was so good he made me split my infinitive!
The last song, See You In My Dreams, that's for the obvious cats and birds in the circle who will be able to see their puddy-tats, their loved ones, and their mommies only in their dreams because they're RIP, mostly.
And my mom, she'd like this one by Dino.[Click to View YouTube Video]So speak to your angels, amigos.And I'll speak to mine about hers.
Peace.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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IT'S A TERRIFIC SHOW, TOO, GYPSY!!!
I imagine Bob will be missed about on the order of this phenomenon.But there are a bunch of other good, tasty things to listen to, as usual.
I think we'd all like a report on ARIEL'S LEGS and his healing. What's up?
I had an unplanned Flames-related gathering yesterday. I ate at the 510 last night and when I was there ran into a trio from the past. The first one I recognized as Paul Ward, who took Coz's old Chevy off my hands. He went to a table where his wife Pat sat with an elderly lady (as in a generation older than I am old), who was Paul's ma, Isabelle Coates, wife of the late former owner of the Record Rendevous, an intimate of such as the Flaming Groovies and the Brogues.
How's this relate to the Flames, you ask? It is Isabelle Coates, the junior version known as Belle, who was Bullfrog's GF and who gave him his Martin guitar. Belle is Paul's half-sister sister. She is living elsewhere, Bullfrog's somewhere in The City.
You guys recall our trip to the Bugaboos, the Rev, BF, and myself? It's related earlier in the thread.
Pat Ward used to be married to a climber named Jim Dahlstrom. They opened a climbing/packing/biking concern on Main St. in the seventies. Mark Tuttle became involved in this retail shop sometime after the Dahlstroms' divorce. (My understanding.) He had been guiding for YMS and had also been a bicycle racer as a junior rider, I guess.
Mark is busy as heck. He just finished up a haul bag for Dave Yerian. Hope that worked out well, Dave.
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zBrown
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Bear Creek brand. I already have one of these so I don't think I'll buy this on ebay.
Since it is a pocket and desk model, it might be useful to others hoping to sharpen their wit.
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There seems to be some confusion about the model number, but thankfully we can turn to Great Britain for the answer. I would not recommend the purchase of this one since they were asking US $5.99 for the item and US $45.00 for the postage. No wonder the colonies revolted.
Clearly mine has seen a lot of use.
Anyway, "everybody must get stoned"
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Everybody don't get stoned?
But that rhymes with boned. And. So. Frot.
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zBrown
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Stone? It stoned me. To my soul? Not sure. I.F. Stone - journalistic work drew heavily on obscure documents from the public domain ... Stonemasters - just how long is a stone apprenticeship? Stonemonsters? Meudusa.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Let's see...zBrown and stone...
Quarries from the Passaic Formation in northern New Jersey once supplied most of the brownstone used in New York City and in New Jersey itself.--dawikisiki
Passaic: County, city, and river in New Jersey; derived either from the Indian word Passaic or Passajeek, "a valley," or from the Indian equivalent of "peace."--sacklunch.net/placenames
Itaque, Yosemite Passaic, California.
"You bet Jurassic's peaceful here, stranger."
"We can't wait to see the Snow Creek stegasaurus herd."
"On your right is the largest brownstone monolith in the country. Please remain behind the yellow line, kid."
con·cat·e·nate (k n-k t n-t, k n-) tr.v. con·cat·e·nat·ed, con·cat·e·nat·ing, con·cat·e·nates. 1. To connect or link in a series or chain.
Our specialty here.
As with string concatenation, here there is typically no explicit concatenation operator, simply CMac.
And all those innocent bystanders.
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This was "Stupid Richard" origially, BITD (1970). Apathy House favorite.
We had one of these Richards. Not a clue. Total innocent. Always thinks he's right, you can't possibly have the right of it. A Tony Bird.
But he's GUILTY! And he's doin' his time, watchin' it go by.
So stupid.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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AHAW! STUPID RICHARD>STEELY DAN...A stainless link in the Dan chain.
"Again with the damned chains, Marley?"
Mom, he's concatenating again! Tell him to stop...again.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thanks, Gypsy. Tambura man's pretty hot. Maybe he's running a tamburature? HOW IS ARIEL'S LEG, etc?
Meanwhile, back at the Circle Bar Middle E Ranch:
R brand, not registered, no real cows to do so. It's too easy to change, too.
A touron from the Valley cattle-car could do it. Their kids could do it. Pretty soon, they might become literate. Oh, Brave New World, where all kids read and write and come from the womb doing V4+.
I digress.
I was up before Eos and I took my own Eos Rebel and forced these shots to be good ones.
Yawn, dawn, Haan.
(Peter phone home.}Like I say, and most will agree, once you've reached a certain level, on the learning curve, you need to recognize the right times and places and store them in your head. Luck plays a big part.
Let me say, too, that since I bought this camera, my life's different in many ways. I am no longer so concerned about actually climbing, myself, but recording. I am old enough to appreciate the past, realize that I have only now, actually, and the future's just a blank with no worries other than "Will anybody miss me?" The camera has also quickened my poetic instinct. "That's all, folks," that I needed to say.
And thanks for listening to our station.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6j4TGqVl5g
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 10, 2013 - 01:22pm PT
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Roger's a professional whose studio is two blocks from my place, in Middle Earth's neighboring kingdom, Main Canal.
Roger's cool. Roger's my friend. He let me know gently yesterday that I may need a new sensor in my Eos, that it likely isn't just dirt or something on the lenses themselves. Shinola, but it's under warranty...
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 10, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 10, 2013 - 01:36pm PT
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Bir-duh!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 10, 2013 - 01:40pm PT
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Bir-dung!
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zBrown
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Another in an occasional series on fasterners. Why these are worthy of a patent is an interesting story. News at 11:00 or later.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Need to think fastener than that, amigo.
Belay that.
Harding-approved don't mean sh#t.The only thing that means anything is your being happy with your style.
I don't want to step on your toes, blue suede shows, or your ensolite pad--you could be mistaken for a dirtbug if I did.
(Do they even sell Ensolite any more?)
Ensolite would be an insulating pad for use while sleeping, dreaming of hell or maybe heaven.
Rope souls on the barbie tonight in hell.
Fillet of soul tomorra.
We'll get 5.10 penne for penance the day after.
Bound to have Kanga and Roo pads one of these days, right, Krehe?
And soul of oak bole provides the charcoal briquets.
You climb through the Lost Narrows to get to the meal each day.
They make you walk back down to the Valley of Dearth on the Ill, Really Ill, Really Wet and Cold and Misery-filled Missed Trail.
Repeat ad infinitum.
Don't ask about heaven, cuz I can't tell.
Kinda noisy, like a basketball game, maybe, with all that miraculously sticky rubber.
No stealth in heaven, I bet.
No Californication, either, thank God.
No Section Eight; and only the minimum amount of aid on climbs...
No UI--everyone has a pleasant job.
But there is unlimited camping, anyplace you find.
And the El Capitina shuttle runs all year long with Jonathan Winters in the lounge.
SAR boys & girls are out of that job--they are not needed here.
And then you wake up, get out of bed,
Drag the ball and chain out from under it instead...
Aaaaaaaaaaahhh, ah, ah, aaaaahhh,
A-ha-ha, ha-ha-haaa-aah...
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zBrown
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May 11, 2013 - 06:53pm PT
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4076433 - Attachment for garage door spring
An attachment device for the quick and easy attachment of a counterbalance coil spring to an appropriate bracket features a single section of rod bent to provide a shoulder at one end for connection to the bracket and a second shoulder at the other end for the counterbalance spring, the ends being equipped in a manner to permit application of an interlocking retention piece over end sections of the bend rod. In some forms of the invention fasteners applicable to the very endmost part of the rod are employed to lock the retention piece in place.
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For counterbalance garage door hardware the type which has become popular during the past decade, certain aspects ofthe equipment continues to present problems. One of these is the retention of fragmented ends of springs in case of rupture. Another is ease of installation whether by a skilled mechanic or by a house holder when a spring needs to be replaced.
Why is any of this important? I don't know, but something to consider is just where garage bands would be without safe means of entrance/egress and easy repair in case of rupture.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The intent of http://www.60sgaragebands.com/ is to document - and therefore pay tribute to - not only the better known "one hit wonder" bands that had national hits and whose slab of vinyl is still played on today's oldies radio stations, but also to the lesser known - and even forgotten - bands that never found fame outside of a five-mile radius of their local stomping ground. If you dig the music of The Leaves, Seeds, Count Five, Castaways, Music Machine, Shadows Of Knight, and Electric Prunes, then this is the site for you. What about The Gants, Nightcrawlers, Palace Guard, Remains, Memphis Charms and Daily Flash? Ditto. The Lost? Lazy Eggs? Keggs? Alarm Clocks, Tonto & The Renegades, and Larry & The Blue Notes? Come on in. You've found the right place
A careful observer may note that this patent was issued in 1978, rather than global warming, it may be better to attribute the demise of these groups to unsafe portals.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2013 - 03:19pm PT
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I wanna play!
Mister Ease & The Pseudos.
The Flames and Sons.
He's Sam and She's Dave.
The Together Cuckoos.
Lincoln Freed the Cadillacs.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2013 - 06:33pm PT
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I had a lesson in photography yesterday from Tom O'Bridge.Setting focux or some shyte.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2013 - 08:53pm PT
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Heading for Yosemite West.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
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Dimanche matin.
I dreamed of France; why?
Eh bien, allons a Sunset Inn et Greeley Hill.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
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And Merced Falls.
The lovebirds go "Sweet-sweet" this and that. Ancient teenagers.
The soul of gravity. We are both Gemini.
A photo labeled "Us" that the Rev gave me on Mother's Day.
How sweet-sweet.
"Nobody in the world's gonna give you lovin' as sweet as mine."--Sam the garagist
El Rio de Nuestra Senora de la Merced, her river. Our river.
Gotta love her.
"just how long is a stone apprenticeship? Stonemonsters? Meudusa."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2013 - 09:22pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 13, 2013 - 11:29pm PT
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Nice work mouse.
Isn't Donini one of those musical climbers we've been hearing about?
¿dónde están los tres amigos ahora
¿Coors es grande, no
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 12:03am PT
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Tras Coors, amigo. Tras Coors, hombers.
No, Jim's not o sole mio climber.
He loves climbing with others, not singing about it.
I must witness that Jim's one of the most self-effacing persons on this site.
I semi-quote the Rev: "Jim Donini is one of the best of us all. He never talked about himself or what he was doing, just went about it like we all knew we should be doing. No names, but he wasn't like a bunch of the rest of the top flight climbers. Nope, Donini's a good man."
And we know the Rev's record of truthfulness.
He says the same about WBraun, for the record. No qualifications or exceptions. STand-up guys.
And then there's the dichotomy.
Mathis got mentored by Millis, a stand-up guy when necessary. Still a lot of fun, but you'd hate to let your daughter marry the boy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 12:27am PT
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At one of Millis' reunions.
Phil B. on the ribs. Tom Crow. Gene Foolery. Jeff, Bill Nickell, Lauren, too. Nice bangs, baby! Chicken Skinner. Don Lauria. Roger D'Longnamer and Mary Lou Long. Ms. Hechtel. Chuck Cochrane. Jefe Stubburbs. Dennis Oakeshott. Ellie Hawkins.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 02:14am PT
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For our goodest friend neebee, even MORE real folks doin' real FUN stuff and then THANKING JESUS BY NAME (real quick prayer but a prayer) for the opportunity, Amen, let's eat...Where the critters came from.
Where they found a new home.
This guy wants a bone.
You seen my new roan?
Well have you seen MY new roan?
Circle Bar Middle E?
Sorry, pard. I don't think that's in the registry.
Seen any Indians?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 14, 2013 - 10:05am PT
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Just a small sampling of "single-minded" Jim's repetoire
donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
I well recall the harmonizing of Tiny Tim and Miss Vicki.....sadly, short lived.
Apr 22, 2013 - 06:57pm PT
"Tiptoe thru the Tulips" by Tiny Tim, my absolute fave! The music died with Tiny.
Tip Toe Thru the Tulips- Tiny Tim.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 11:12am PT
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I'd prefer Johnny Sompanato in the nasturtiums, but it's not my Turn, er somthin'. [Click to View YouTube Video]
Tulips. You know how to do it, STeve, you pucker.
photoid303118
[Click to View YouTube Video]Tere's likely awfully good, but that's just my expectoration. No basis except her position as she reveals all there on the couch.
Don't bother with flowers on my grave, lady.
"The cat was one of the last wild ones in the area.
She lived a life of independence, as had her mam.
She was solid black with a luster to the coat when she preened that turned to something...deeper than black?
Is that possible?
Can snow get any whiter?
What's snow, mam?"
About as possible as taming this felinefineandneverknewsnowdingyhaikuthingy
we all know and respect,
but who shall be remainless someday long in the future, I hope,
and nameless for now.
Keeping a feline as a pet didn't catch on quickly in the West, as
Egyptian cats could not be legally exported.
The Romans relied on ferrets.
Cowboy Larry kept a pet rat, Ratty.
And he smelled like halibut a lot.
He had a way with pussies and flat fish, both.
"Larry Eugene, stop playing with your cod."--Betty Fries, Larry's mom
Frenchman Georges-Louis Leclerc, the Count de Buffon, on kittens:
"...They have an innate malice, a falseness of character, a perverse nature, which age augments and education can only mask." Worse, too, the Count thought that female cats were overtly sexual, saying things like they announced their desires by piercing cries or the excess of need.
"Louis, you degenerate frog."--Dan Ayckroyd (Elmo Blues)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 01:31pm PT
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Following my sunbath at the Cookie Cliff on Sunday.After "turning around and going back down, down the way I came from" (QSM Pride of Mice),
I followed the road from old I knowed would take me to Sunset Inn.
Mouse and Lauren Nickell (at the same time, simultaneous-like):
"Where's a man" "It's not"
"bound to find" "a guest at all."
"a good meal" "It's just"
"hereabouts?" "Mouse."
I took no photos, had a fast Fat Tire with Bill, said hello to the kids, wished them a happy Mothers' Day meal at the Evergreen Lodge, and exited stage pronto.
Back out on the highway, looking for no more adventure, just a place to lay my head.
I'm stalled. I cannot load pictures to ST. I'm taking a break and going to visit the bank for some real world problems, the Banco de Mexico across the street, aka Banquo of America
I must be feeling suicidal.
SLACK!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 02:03pm PT
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This is me standing forlorn and feeling safer than poor Jeff, who was about this time trying to yell at Millis for some slack.
But the wind blew his words forwards, then it blew them backwards and Mousewards and air-words, just not towards Millis, around the corner in a slung belay.
Jeff was is dire straits; he could not go forwards and could not go back.
He was on the sloping summit, just out of his aid slings! He hadn't used any long runners to lessen rope-effing-drag, a new phenomenon introduced in the worst possible place.
I saved his miserable butt (Love ya, Jefe!) by intervening with the ignorantly blissful Millis.
Soooo lucky, we were.
Like I told Amy, Bill and Lauren's daughter, a waitress in a Groveland bistro (!?), the forks were with us that day.
Back on the road the road the road the road the road...
I can't help deepening affection for the lowly adjunct to many road photos, the humble fencepost. Some of what I know of them, first-hand second-hand knowledge from former alkies is what it is, repeated here again:
Many bent fencepost nails around the planet are revered by reforming alcoholics who shall remain anonymously reverent while talking six-penny slang like downing a six-pack and driving home the point that Higher Beings exist, the Force exists, and Nirvana is out there, too. Just not at the bottom of a bottle.
Yes, I am one. Yes, I scare myself in my reddish chariot of flame.
Ora pro me.
And I may pray for thee.
I have a fencepost near Chinese Camp I go to.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 14, 2013 - 03:43pm PT
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hey there say, mouse!! these are wonderful greatoutdoors social pics!
looked like it was a great day!
love the cow in fields... wow, i'd like to paint that later, :)
thanks for the wonderful share, and i'm just now thanking jesus, too,
for a neat morning, going into afternoon, now... :)
god bless!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2013 - 09:59pm PT
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THocking thinking of me.
My two trips to Yosemite, one to visit Jim D and then another to visit the Rev, and then on Wednesday afternoon...
blood clot in the lung, straight to ER, do not piss out of the urinal, Mr. B., we need the pee to see how your sodium retention level is, please let me scan your wristband before I collect this blood sample, here's your med, no, we never let you sleep, you putz.
This is what I get for not renewing my Rx for Warfarin, the RAT POISON.
Second time around, last time the clot was in the heart three around Christmas of 2011, same cause.
At any heart rate, the Mouse is climbing stairs and down to 177 #.
Let my condolence flow to all who suffered from the climbing accidents on the West coast.
I haven't been following the ST, but wonder if Donini and George Lowe got up the NIAD, plan on it soon, or WTF?
Cheers, Pentecost was a beautiful day for me, in spite of being hospitalized.
I need sleep desperately, a joint and a shave--no more free razors in the healing centers--but will do them in reverse.
Ora pro me, and I shall pray for y'all.
Cheers, but I've stopped drinking.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 20, 2013 - 10:17pm PT
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Glad to hear that you're more or less OK. I figured you and Donini went off on some kind of music listening jag and got thrown into Camp 14 (this is different from Camp 4).
I'm happy I don't have to come and get you two out.
If you need any blood, let me know. I'm a very good blood donor.
Take care of yourself. I know you're still the man you used to be, but just a bit older.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
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The printed version of Middle Earth Racy Radio says "Don't deny my name."
I'm Mouse. He's Ian. The other stooge is Liam.
And you're bruising my bloody, bloody virgin mary with that spike, dude!
Ian Bucahnan/Winding Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42HiqQJgVfk
Liam Finn/Jump Your Bones
Lhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eG9yVtNz4bs
The magic week of Pentecost was almost a winding sheet,
Instead, blinding sheet.
Tie-dyed, of course.
Mo' lata.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2013 - 11:45pm PT
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Tay, Hockwad!!
I'm heading for Lenna's in Gladdenfields, I mean Sonora.
It's Bob's Birthday again, can you believe it.
That's Saturday the 24th.
And then we'll go see Mr. Hyong-duck's presentation in the cavern in the canyon.
Number nine.
I am Warfarining, ya Smeagol.
My little sis knows nothing of my illness, just cuz I lost my phone list here in the empty EMT madness of "Hey, what'll we do to this guy's room? Stash that here, put some old food out for the roaches, too."
All I know is that she'll be cooking steak on Saturday. the Rev and I were getting together this last Saturday, but nope. So I'll ask him and his tiny dancer up and my brother Tim, and since Mike the Grave is fishing in Maine, my sister-in-law, as well, but she'll decline: "Oh, honey, thanks, but..."
And Lenna and Ed will be quite enough. Tim never drinks, Lenna likes to fish and can drink like a fish, too, so I have one very supportive bottle of vino for her. It's white, but she'll manage it with a steak, pretty confident.
I have discovered the Coors Non-Alcoholic brew, and it's decenter than OD's, which is roach pee, mostly.
I have the itch for NeeVada and Carson City to seek the whereabouts of an old mouse friend, Jim Livermore and then will point it to Mound City to see the Taxman, if he will send his phone, if he will point the way, I will not delay.
And ideally, the Far Niente, the Red Incarniente, will point towards the northern part of 395 and cross over Beckwourth and photograph low Sierra Nevada, not NeeVada, lowlifes crossing the Sierra Nevada a second time, as I've only driven it once in the seventies. Perhaps a night of waning moon, mon.
In a two-holer in some Anderson dive.
STay alive, I'm going climbing with you, Old Thunderbox.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2013 - 06:55am PT
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Another leaf from Sixty Minutes last nite, zBrown.
Dingus style.
Guy can tell a story.
Needs some good instruction in adding MUSIC THAT FITS HIS DISTINGUISHED STYLE.
Running from bees, climbing nekkid, flying high.
A Great among the Cheap. And we are cheap talk experts on the Taco.
But DMT walks the talk, talks not sh#t, and loves his rocks, so he's a role model waiting to roll when & where the whim goes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pH11yiNsE8
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 06:41am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 22, 2013 - 04:47pm PT
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I was wondering (again?) just who is the man behind the mouse. After some careful research, I discovered it must be this guy.
Der Fotoapparat lügt nicht!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 06:12pm PT
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Me so horny! Need woodfeasting, mood boosting, BDay celebrating.
I can leave the Sonora bivvy, crampon over to the 395 and follow my nose to Mood Woody.
Ah, Telly...woody man, savant, and suck-up to Hef, George, and George's brother, the Great Liberace.
Telly the Spare Hair is just allright with me.
Bro George, not Boy George.
"One two tree, wunderbahr,
One two tree, wunderbahr.
In da vest, zoon to be in da trees, wunderbahr."
Vood Vests are best by gov't test.
Where do I go? I'll find out on the Internet!
Hang around, Thunderbox, and the TaxMan.
I got lotsa sh#t in the PA can!
Hey, it's not Mickey's vault he was molested as a drop of ink. That whole "Dad" thing is just Disney.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 22, 2013 - 07:40pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh my, :O did not know you were in the hospital...
been busy catching up on house and yard cleaning... garden in, now.. mostly onions, carrots and beets, and a few tomatoes, being that perhaps i will have more garden success if the stuff can grow as fall crops too, seeing that we don't get much sun, :O
so i been in and out of supertopo very fast... saw the serious posts, so went there first and did not get to the neat history posts here... or the neat daily-reporter on the street stuff, ... though now, i see the daily-reporter was OFF the steets... :O
god bless, pray, and take care... hope you next little adventure that you posted of, will be very special!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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I just got off the phone with my sister Lenna Louise, and she's got shrt rbs from S. Kor., I have rib steaks from this critter I met this morning, and I also have some sweet broccoli salad for the BDay dinner.[Click to View YouTube Video]I kept the conversation brief.
Then I called the Rev. He's expecting me and maybe Skip on his dirt bike following me to the holy precincts of Man's and Ita Way in Greeley Hill.
He was talkin' sh#t about "heading up to the T. Pass" but had forgot it were gonna be the big weekend. We're hiding out at his place, so sorry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 09:15pm PT
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Mark skipped out, apparently.
On the rad again.
Destination: Mariposa Co., points other than middle.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 26, 2013 - 11:19pm PT
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I was wondering what the tree looked like behind the man who was behind Brian Wilson. After some careful research I determined that it was this guy and the tree looked just like this (or similar).
Wilson Brothers banned
Who was behind the Everly Brothers? I do not know, but I will look in to it. I do have a good idea who was in front of them.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Everybody’s wearing a disguise
To hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes
But me, I can’t cover what I am
Wherever the children go I’ll follow them
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 27, 2013 - 01:59pm PT
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I wish I could say the coppery-looking shots were taken with a telephoto lens, but it's best just to say it straight out:
I fought the law and walked away with nary a scratch.
Miss LEO and her radar-gunner said, "His 65th birthday was yesterday."
There was not an ounce of karma wasted and everything gonna be "O-tay!"
The lady and her husband on the bicycles are from Montreal, eh?
And there is the oh-so-nice telephoto shot of Tom's Thumb's summit, Hocking sahib.
After turning off at Craned Flat, I sat for ten minutes. Not one car came by. Everyone was going down to the 140 junction and then into Yosemite Valley. Good---fewer people to compete for the attention of the mosquitoes at the 8-9 thousand foot level.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 27, 2013 - 02:25pm PT
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zBrown, channeling Al Pacino, needs some "righteous kills."
Mosquito larvae!
Ants!
Midges!
Bees, even!
[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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May 27, 2013 - 02:35pm PT
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Not exactly roaring, I 395ed to the correct place, confident that my co-pilot heeded my prayers to just allow me to do nothing and drive.
Bella cosa far niente.
"It is beautiful to do nothing."
Just listen to nothing on the Tioga-Pasadena expressway some day.
You should be so lucky.
Any body says Moosedrool's funny but no body believes any body, so WTF.
He is smart. He's not exactly handsome. But his heart and his wallet speak volumes. Mr. Andrew, I salute you. Enjoy the picture of the Valley View. It cost you $XX.xx, but it is magic from 1941, older than Donini, and worth every red cent, as they used to say in Poland.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 27, 2013 - 04:07pm PT
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hey there say, mouse.... oh my, and wow, i JUST SAW the picture of the line of cars waiting for the gate, :O
course, i know, we've heard the stories, for years, but seeing it, well:
makes us love the 'good ol' days' in humble appreciation... :)
hope everyone has a great weekend+ with the monday...
may it not be monday'n... ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 27, 2013 - 05:29pm PT
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This was Tuesday at about eight o'clock a.m., sorta light of nine, maybe.
Maureen is queen of the island, but their princess has married and must leave for the Kingdom of Olives.
"Oh boy! Oberti!"--Al Radka
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 27, 2013 - 05:43pm PT
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Mount Lassen on another ho-hum Memorial Day weekend.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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May 27, 2013 - 07:13pm PT
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What kind of loser-ranger pulls over a mouse? Or couldn't the mouse's feet reach the pedals?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 27, 2013 - 08:17pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, i love that preston road photo! perfect timing with the bird-life there... very nice indeed...
thanks for sharing your whole memorial day weekend with us all...
:)
we are all cold and windy and rainy-almost here...
sun too a hike, it seems, 'round about saturday, put peeked in for a tiny
bit on sunday...
will see how the week goes now... sure do miss it...
but the day is brisk refreshing cold, not that damp dreary cold,
:)
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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May 28, 2013 - 06:40am PT
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local chapter of the flames...
the fanciest car in the club:
The '35 Duesenberg Model SJ was owned by a friend's father, Ben Hudson, in purchased the car in 1947 for $1,500. It is pictured here with a stock 8 cylinder engine that produced 320 h.p. Mr. Hudson sold in in 1958 for $12,000.
In it's speed record setting configuration it looked like this: and had a 12 cylinder engine producing 400 h.p.
In 2004 it sold for $4.5 million at auction in this configuration:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 28, 2013 - 10:05am PT
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Fast world out there in the world.
I was in only two state capitals yesterday, the that of NV and the which of CA.
Driving thru Carson City, meh.
At eleven of midnight in Sacto on !-5 at seventy mph after having no driving experience to share since 1983...still meh.
Actual representation: WHITE-KNUCKLED HORROR, regardless of sexual orientation.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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May 28, 2013 - 05:39pm PT
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Another in an occasional series on fasteners.
These little bastards should not be included in the class of fasteners. Shouldn't be in the strawberry or lady bug class either. They are evil.
They are in the same class with these guys.
But maybe not, these other nine guys at least appear to have a sense of humour.
Stick your screw driver in the slot whilst on your back getting who knows what kind of toxic crap falling in your eyes and they just spin, spin, spin. I'm very persistent so I got 'em out, but they shoulda had they ugly little head chopped off.
That's about it for now. Next step pull the radiator out. Should be a piece of cake compared the first step.
In other newz, Fierce Battle on or about (as the lawyers like to say) Everest, no one's ear is bitten off. I hear what you're sayin'.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-22691415
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2013 - 08:50am PT
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Bay, you need warm congratulations on Everest.
Shaking hands is a useless, even pointless gesture, not to mention dangerous process at altitude.
You never want to shake the hand of a yeti.
They are just hillbillies, after all, and enjoy hell out of squeezing city folks' hands for yucks. Rednecks all over the world, if we only knew more culture.
I blame tachers. They never let us listen to Gypsy on Musical Migrations.
In the first grade, you learn the essential difference between No. 1 and No. 2. And then in the second grade, you learn how to count the number of toilet tissues squares you need to use each time. At least that was the progression I learned.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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May 29, 2013 - 09:38am PT
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I was wondering if that was counted down 10, 9, 8 ... you know the drill
I am informed that this is an iconic photograph and it should be posted here without further comment, since it speaks for itself.
I will observe that there are a bunch of guys in the background in a circle. Perhaps the first well documented exemplar of the climbing circle-J's that have become all the rage in climbing forums of late.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name (Mick Jagger said that, but I'll use it)
Half the people can count half the time
So that would be about 25% accountability
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2013 - 11:40am PT
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Circa eight thousand, one gets very cirques-cirques, a probable effect of going around trying to find the right tent to which to deliver the Sherpa-Sherpa, Large Size, regular crust, and olives, pimentoes, pine nuts and cranberries.
The munchies at altitude. Torture.
On a different map entirely, I was driving all over this weekend and had no map. This has been corrected.
I also was thinking of my dad's driving. His most favorite "run" was likely the Sacto to Redding, he knew where he was heading, he just had to get on the right 99N. There is now a 99S as well. Back when, we had a 99E and a 99W.
I prefered the one that got us there fastest, generally the 99W. Long before the I-5. Or any "Business 99s" came to be.
Boomer carted us around in a Chevy deluxe from 1950, gray and white, three on the column, and cords on the back of the two fold-forward bench-backs in the front seat. No seat belts, kids standing, looking over the front seat.
there was a hanging strap on the doorpostssssssssssssssssssssssssssss SMASH!!!!!
One way to wake up on a long drive...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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May 29, 2013 - 01:00pm PT
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Here's the current Flames (Berkeley Chapter) fleet. The 69 MGB and the 77 RD400 Yamaha are in the garage. The Westfalia is across the street. I think we have a vehicle hoarding problem here.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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May 29, 2013 - 01:08pm PT
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These two were drag race buddies back in 1956. The Chevy still hauls ass.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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May 29, 2013 - 03:05pm PT
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Nice rods!
Here's the one I didn't buy and which is now gone
Here's the one still available, which I also didn't buy, but might
Neither one say DeLuxe on the fender, but isn't it actions that speak louder than words anyway?
Here's the one I've been cussing at
BTW Timid, I haven't made it out to La Jolla yet to see the mural but I will and I swapped out a couple of ratty Pepper Trees for Jacarandas. Purple Haze.
This isn't one of mine, but it's a nice one.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2013 - 11:21pm PT
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You gotta be just like the neighbors, huh?
The view up Gower with Flower Power.
Yesterday the grand-boys and their dad Scott came out to Mike's on the Merced just as the squall started up, but we didn't get damp--we had a covering of oak leaves.
Of course there are pics, some of which are taken by the oldest of the two, Noah, and one by Jake (not Jacob).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 30, 2013 - 01:07am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 30, 2013 - 08:17am PT
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I'm a monkey's uncle,
Climbing up your tree,
Up your tree.
I like TO SAY:
HOCK-a-RON-da!
Jew know, like we all like TO SAY:
SAL-za!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 30, 2013 - 08:29am PT
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South of Janesville, north of Piru.
Just more faux WHITE-KNUCKLED HORROR!
Faux, False, Facetious
You must know by now that in the Flames the truth is found, but the truth is also stretched.
Lies are brittle. The stretched-truth has malleability.
Plausibility. Undeniably Jackie.
You want the truth? I'll give it to you, but it's likely to snap back.
It rarely looks like itself when it has "readjusted" itself in yet another mind. It likes to roam. It likes its various guises.
No sh#t.
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perswig
climber
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May 30, 2013 - 08:53am PT
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Whoa...
How the hell did I get here?
And why does it feel like I'm back on the school bus doing Quaaludes?
Dale
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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May 30, 2013 - 05:24pm PT
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I was wondering why (on Earth) Dale would ever do quayle-ludes on a school bus.
Isn't this dangerous? I do know they did not help Dan get elected.
Father's Day and graduation are coming up.
This one I dug up in La Crescenta when it was about 9 inches tall.
Finally, it appears that Tad has found a way to get the Feds corrected. Thanks Tad (watch your back and don't use email).
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 30, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
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hey there say, mouse.... wow, great fun grandkids stuff!!! and say, did he find an owl feather??? my mom found one and gave it to me!
wowwwwww...
say, and that little curly head babe, i KNOW who that is... after painting her face, i sure remember it twice as well, :))
god bless... thanks for the fun!
love the great ot doors!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Guerilla knitting
[Click to View YouTube Video]
City Hall Park commemorates the site of the 1865 Battle of Seattle, when Indians led by Chief Leschi made their final effort to save their land.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I need to take a night off. I need to elevate my feet. My hypertension has thickened my feet. Can't type, must lie...down...gasp...
So it was a great trip.
Lots to tell.
Best shots, a tie, IMO:
Bob's line goes: "The moon in the meadow makes me want to low like a cow."
It is from a novel by James Branch Cabell.
"More Cabell."--Bookstore Melissa
For a cantaloupe, who was it that was the barber of renown in George Meredith's The Shaving of Shagpat?
Hint: It wasn't "the poet", who, by the way, wrote:
Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale.
But 'tis of the type that will never grow stale.
It was another little shaver.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Other highlights iclude the two old copies of Cabell and Meredith that I found in the Funky Bazaar in Idyllwild.
Also, the two musical masters.And yesterday's storm in the High Sierra.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Edit (4:30 a.m.):
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's play a song for me, not a video. What were you expecting? Less than the truth, or slightly more?
You are going no place, dude.
Run, there are no fences.
No fence shadows.
No shadows.
Just nothing.
I know: I just woke from a dead sleep and my feet refused to believe it.
All that memory, all that fate. Drowned in my sleep.
I feel capital?
Oh, hell yes, compared to a few hours back.
A bite of sleep goes far 'round here now.
Being on the road teaches one the basics anew.
Black is basic.
Hence the blind man's video.
And my being up is only part of this dream.
A demain, mes amis.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This is responding to the reawakened El Cap Rockfall thread. I didn't want to post this right there, I might get flamed. Just keeping an orderly house...
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/737694/El-Capitan-Rock-Avalanche-Article-by-Greg-Stock
This jive about big falls of rock might help in explaining why the boulders in the Sentinel Fields Forever appear so much larger to me than do others elsewhere. Of course, this is simply my own impression and there is likely no basis in fact. Some may call it drug residue. I call it the result of casual observation, not careful observation. It is obviously worthy of more careful observation.
And more animation! That's way too cool for this school!
Meanwhile, they are getting ever larger...they will have more room for their kind in a little while, geologically-timed. It is manifestly their destiny to outlast humans. Now we are being out-sized as well as out-sourced.
I always envied rocks, having nothing to do all day. But maybe it is cosmic punishment? Part of hell?
Scary, innit? We'll all be dust and they'll still be rockin' it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Note to zBrown:
I am awfully sorry not to have gotten down to Chewy Vista to visitaya.
The fact is my body was weary, and the roads were wet but the weather it was dry, like in a Dylan tune.
I had to retreat. Hell, I'll tell ya, is being halfway somewhere and having to turn around.
I gave it to Jesus and He released it.
Tell all the little lower cases I'm sorry and we can get together in the sweet by and by.
With God on our side.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I learned with loss to abide.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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That was quite some High Sierra Storm there mouse. Reminded me of Storm Thurmond and that young Dylan fellow and Storm's rich wealthy daughter. They were so much older then.
Coulda used a made up story, so he says to Little Steven (the original Disciple of Soul).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Anyway, may you climb on every rung
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there mouse, say, hope you rest up from that trip very well, take care...
just saw your post...
say, also, read, if you can't post now, ;))
hope you get to finish my books, :)
say, can't wait to hear more of your trip, either...
thanks for new pics-of-the-trail...
:)
and the link to the rockfall thread...
sorry have not emailed much, i had some chores out in the yard,
and while i STILL have some painting going, too, so i been
realyyyyy more busy than usual, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The pellet's in the poison, and y'all be puttin' on the dog
While the king is in the kitchen, eatin' him some hog.
From that interview (I'll scan the thing later.)
"Leroy Carr gave me the inspiration for singing the blues. He was a terrific blues singer and he played with a fellow named Scrapping Iron or Scrapper Blackwell, something like that. I play in almost the same style they do. I’ll take Floyd Smith for blues playing today, and I’m crazy about Alvino Ray for his style...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rAkJtGx-E0
He uses a Hawaiian guitar, but you can’t make it sing the blues. I can’t play the Hawaiian guitar, can’t make a note on one of those things. But I like his tone and his style."
From Wikipedia:
Alvin McBurney (July 1, 1908[1] – February 2, 2004), known by his stage name Alvino Rey, was an American swing era musician and pioneer, often credited as the father of the pedal steel guitar. He was mainly associated with orchestral, big band and swing music, and towards the end of his career, jazz and exotica.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrapper_Blackwell
How Long Blues/Carr & Blackwell
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-isFa9LvOo
"It will be too late, baby,
I will be gone.
So long, baby, so long."
From Wikipedia on Floyd Smith:
Floyd Smith (January 25, 1917 – March 29, 1982[1]) was a Black American jazz guitarist.
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Smith studied music theory as a teenager and learned ukelele as a child before taking up guitar. He spent his early career in territory bands, playing in groups such as the Jeter-Pillars Orchestra, the Sunset Royal Orchestra, Eddie Johnson's Crackerjacks, Andy Kirk's band, and the Brown Skin Models. His 1939 Floyd's Guitar Blues lap steel guitar instrumental with Andy Kirk and the 12 Clouds of Joy's was the first ever electric guitar hit record. He enlisted during World War II and following the war led his own small ensembles in soul jazz and straight-ahead settings. He played with Bill Doggett early in the 1960s and then with Hank Marr and Wild Bill Davis.
In the 1970s Smith moved into record production, founding a label in Chicago. Among those he produced was disco star Loleatta Holloway;supposedly, though not confirmed, he married Holloway later in the decade.
Smith died in Indianapolis, Indiana in March 1982, at the age of 65
Floyd Smith Combo/Floyd's Guitar Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmsP23jVSX4
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/23/loleatta-holloway-dead-di_n_839398.html
Loleatta Holloway/a capella Love Sensation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDDwuFa33go
Serious blues hounds--
Have any of you ever bothered to read White Jazz by James Ellroy? Recommended for afficianados of R & B as well as jazz.
The clubs were crawling with talent in LA in the late fifties/early sixties and some of the action is rather violent, shall we say, but that's Ellroy. A lot of history is put into his fiction, however. Look him up on Wiki, check out his LA Quartet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Unlike a foaling roan
A hand-cranked telephone
Just leave it to Jerome
Muddy, please phone home
Eat at the Mono Cone
Rewinding Home Alone
In a low-down monotone
Tanning with Coppertone
I want my Kodachrome
An apple is too a pome
Not every poem stands alone
I don't like your tone
But you can borrow my comb
What do I want on my tomb?
"Late again."
What will you do on my tomb?
Picnic, I hope, and share my joy!
At least dance! Attaboy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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"The faster you travel the slower you age"
Albert Einstein
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Say what?[Click to View YouTube Video]All the same, I have been travelling and driving and finding my trail with a friend over my shoulder, in the passenger seat, riding on the roof with the dog, wherever...
So schmaltzy, compared to the Rockabilly.
I say "Confine Christianity to Sundays. Most everybody's a weekender anyhow."
Unless you're a practicing Christian.
The term "practicing Catholic" was used extensively in sermons, catechism, and CCD classes to differentiate between fallen-away and lax Catholics and the Sodalizers, the Knights, and the Altar Societies and the Mothers' Clubs. There was plenty to do and we got lots of practice.
I'm way out of practice now for a lot of things, more than I care to think on.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Last night coming down from Greeley Hill.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Kinda reminds me of the time James Brown and I went up on Greeley Hill. Unfortunately, Papa went on to a brand new bag, but we had fun, fun, fun until Big Daddy Roth arrived.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Rats!
That outtake from Eat the Document sat around for how many years before Pennebaker turned it loose?
Run and get a bucket, get the baby some byrds.
Nobody's goin' anywhere they haven't already been, I guess.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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You went CLIMBING? Sh#t Mouse, that's far out! Now I guess I have to. 5.5, here I come!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It has come to my attention (and the Rev never lies) that my best friend never told me he was related to the Joe Herb! Jeff Mathis' mom, Betty, is the niece of Joe Herb's wife, Grandpa Freeman's sister.
So Joe Herb is the Rev's great-uncle. This is not earth-shaking in a small town. It is rather to be expected. Jeff's family tradition involves autos, while the Herb tradition is in motorcycles and bicycles.
And this Big Daddy Roth of whom zBrown speaks is pretty much not the Roth of Ages here in the central valley. Our Rother, who art now in heaven, began in Fresno selling autos of another brand than Chevrolet, I believe, then switched up and opened the Merced showroom. John, not Big Biddy. Diddy. Daddy. [Sorry...word-play-time is anytime.]
Throwpie is such a sleepy Bo-Jo. What did you think my intentions were? I admit to nefaricity, lying in wait, hoping to get the band back together.
That YOU might remain sedentary and earthbound like the Rev (he must weigh
in at 13 stones) and that we might never go a-yodeling again causes me worry,
if not grief.
Dust off that helmet and send Cosmic some vibes; there is immense power in tie-dye.
We'll go to the Grotto and brother Tim can put us up/put up with us for a day or two in Jamestown. Let's go!
"We'll all gather in the Grotto,
The beautiful, beautiful Grotto..."
I may go check out these rocks today. It's blessed hot here so I better do it alpine-start, which means getting on the road here soon. I'm gonna show ya these, Pie. You know Piney Creek on the way up to Coulterville on the Merced Falls Road/Hwy 132 rte?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Lawrence Welk's gals about the time they invented the Internet.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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I'm ready for some action up in granite land. It's been too long. Windsurfing kind of moved in on my climbing quite a few years ago just about the time when Kate was born. The landings were softer (sometimes) and nothing fell from the sky trying to kill me. I have to admit I was just scared, and felt I had gotten away with something for too long. My love is still there, I've made it to 62, so fook it. Call Mathis, put him on a diet and let's go! Sailing has kept me fit so I'll carry the beer.
I still have the helmet.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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The Fab Four meet Echelon/Prism
http://www.thephuketnews.com/photo/listing/1360915141_1.jpg
testing - what I'm testing is that the picture shows up on one computer, but not on another
nice work on the rock mouse, sure glad I didn't fall
Did you feel like you were going ninety miles an hour?
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OK - I've bit my tongue for as long as I can hold my breath (which BTW, is just about as long as Caruso), but I must point out that you are not sporting the official Da Brim® headware.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Really Mouse, lose the hat. I'll leave my helmet home if you do. A true Flame faces the future bare headed.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Is he bleeding? What did you do to him? By the way, his HEAD is already burnt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Goddam, I look like Locker! Shite!
I like the hat, Boonie style is the rage!
Ask your local climbing boutique.
Elevation on the Eastside, I loved your store in Lone Pine.
http://www.yelp.com/biz/elevation-sierra-adventure-essentials-lone-pine
Hope you liked the cantaloupes.
And my head is doing fine. I'm using Jergens Shea Butter on my noggin and my cheeks. Denny, the Rev's lady, recommends it highly. It really soothes burned and twisted skin like mine.
And Cosmic, my feet are not swollen now. I am trying to forgive you for calling my Fires "worn out." Okay, we're good. They just need new 5.10 rubber. I hear from reliable sources,
"Five-Ten rubber's is the best there is!"--Swain Darren
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I bowel to your finer perceptions regarting clighting, my Master.
I just scored one bud/Purple Urkel and lots an' lots of Mr. Nice.
Should be an interesting night.
(Blaze.)
Is an interesting night!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"My love is still there, I've made it to 62, so fook it."
And you still have the helmet? Forget the one you had and get you a modern one. They're "light."
I'd like to see us go try this South County jive some early-morn when it's cool still, and shady. I was by there and it's totally dry now, no water left along Preston Rd., I bet.
I'll be wearing no hat bouldering and TRing in the shade. It's not granite, (but the rocks throw just like it, as they usually will) but are some sedimentary varieties, like the samples of stone lying about.
This six-hour trip to Mariposa and back happened on May 22, if you care.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Some hours earlier in the day...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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You're right about the weight of my old helmet Mouseau....those old Wehrmacht lids were cumbersome. Good neck protection though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://awonderfuleverything.blogspot.com/2009/07/hairstyle-time-warp-keep-easy-hair.html
Maybe we can get us some Roman helmets and go chasing around on Ben Hur Road.
But before we tour a little of Ben Hur, here is the climbing content.
Ben Hur is full of potholes for much of the way into Mariposa, but the road only serves a portion of the county devoted mostly to cattle in the southern end, so it gets little upkeep due to minimal traffic. It is narrow for much of the way, a good reason to DS & RL.
REMEMBER, if you wish to check any of these spots for bouldering: There are land owners involved in this whole stretch of road. Please try to seek their permission to be on their land, number one, and make it known you intend to do some bouldering, number two.
And please pick up any litter you encounter. There wasn't much, besides beer cans and McD's refuse (!).
I highly recommend this backroads touring as one way to get out and do something on foggy San Joaquin days. I used to do it all the time BITD when I had a VW. You can get above the clouds and warm up some.
It is an excellent side trip on the way to Yosemite, as is White Rock Road, further north, which goes through the old mining town of Bridgeport and connects to Highway 140 below Mariposa via Agua Fria Road. It's shorter, and you can begin either of these by simply driving to Le Grand from Merced or Madera.
The winter provides huge flocks of doves, not to mention a few deer, but mostly up higher for them pests. They are garden terrorists in dry years, believe me. I saw on this drive some ducks, hawks, an owl, a turkey, and a coyote loping off, only a few of which I bothered to photograph. The coyote was just playing and I just watched.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 10, 2013 - 02:28am PT
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Meanwhile, back on the Chariot Track in Butterfly County--
I wonder if Boo Dawg's place is this neato?
Mariposa Creamery and Booksellers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 10, 2013 - 11:06am PT
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E interrupt this broadlycast to show you the weather, and whether you like it or not, it's raining.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And I just saw some lighning out of what appeared to be a clearing sky (just outside my window!).
To the Roof!
Typical thundershowers. Huge dump, then nothing.
Good day to just DO NOTHING!
Bella cosa far niente.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 10, 2013 - 04:32pm PT
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Relax, Throwpie. I know the way to Raynor Ranch like the way to the toilet in the dark.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 11, 2013 - 07:05am PT
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This is a shot of Jim and Maureen Shirley taken sometime early in their relationship, not sure when. Jim is my main old time climbing partner and my best man when I married Liz. He's the picture provider for lots of my posts.
They are the parents of twins, Catherine and Mary, age 16.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 11, 2013 - 09:43am PT
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this sign was on the west end of town on Hwy. 99, just before the "Bear Creek Bridges" for the highway and the railroad.
The getaway to Yosemitay.
Which is what I'm a-gonna do.
Throwpie, I have an address emergency. I lost most of my addresses and phone numbers. (Temporary, I hope. Have you seen a yellow spiral tablet, 3 x 5, anyone?)
If you'll kindly post them to me via email, Pie, I'll be one part back, and maybe I can come visit soon. Would Thursday be OK, or not OK?
It's the second time in two weeks the thing's gone missing.
Agggh!--Charlie Brown
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 12, 2013 - 12:09am PT
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"Or pick it up after he throws it"
junkyardAngel is very helpful when doing car repairs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 13, 2013 - 05:13am PT
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Yeah, Brown is now recognized by the establishment. I don't know what year this happened or when he made these comments...
Joe's in his eighties and still hitting it.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/mobile/uk-england-manchester-12095518
I believe I posted this earlier, here, proving that twisted minds think not at all alike but come to the same concussians. Russians. Speed climbing contests.
Really, about the same time as I was realizing how the history worked in earlier climbing, Joe and Whillans were just past their prime and conswquently not "headline material" for Mountain, who chose to write about how the Russkies were promoting climbing on winches up a cliff for TIME! How untraditional can you get? Joe would've laughed his ass off at them, both the editors and the Russkies.
Now it's come full circle. We are idolators of NIAD and "Dream Teams." The seconds are gonna win these duels in the sun; and, too, the leaders will always "fall," someday maybe for reals.
Meantime, do you want to go to Tom's Thumb? It's gonna be a happy toprope party (me, THocking, and maybe Ronola) with Fizzies. We'll be heading there about the 22nd, and hopefully Ron A. will make it. Sounds like you will be busy with family, though.
sand gets in the eyes
tears
someone close dies
tears
someone picks up a thrown tool
tears
and I look in the mirror, crying
an old fool
more tears
time for a Happy Fizzies Party
The dater's best friend, put one in Chele's glass...
Great shot, BTW.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 15, 2013 - 01:27pm PT
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Here's a couple of warnings I received. Don't know how seriously to take them. Sure glad I didn't fall.
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Connect Database nokindustry Error Connect Database nokindustry Error.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 15, 2013 - 02:21pm PT
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What ye hae there is a dearth of communication, nae message, lad.
Na this be a message!
Get a grip.
Better yet, a good old reliable BD fastener.
And come up for de feesh fry at Mel's this after de noon.
Bring yer blues sunglasses.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 15, 2013 - 05:39pm PT
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A flying trip to the Valley to ask Tom Evans to help with my camera settings, which he did. Many thanks to the old pro.
While I was taking some shots of a Trifolian above me, Merry joined me for a pipe.
I spent some time over near one of my favorite spots along the river beneath Lower Brother, at the intersection of 'Positive Place' and 'Positively 4th St.'
Lilabiene knows the spot: she spent part of her first day in the Valley cleaning it up!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WvtYgPKlw0
I spent lots of time watching the river flow. The river does nothing fast, at least in this state, yet it does everything eventually.
Bobby D., John Fahey, The Dead,
playing on the banks of the Old Merced
to the tide of history
should be no mystery
for Mother Merced makes music with every molecule.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 15, 2013 - 05:54pm PT
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These are from yesterday.
So is this one.
//For five days and four nights John Salathe (“Top”) and Anton Nelson (“Red Cap”) clung to the sheer face, one of America’s severest climbs. During daylight they inched their way up; at night they bivouacked on tiny ledges, tying themselves to iron spikes driven into fissures [experto credite]. Buffeted by cold winds, racked by thirst, and barely sustained by raisins, dates, and nuts, they achieved the summit after 103 hours of climbing, on September 3, 1947. they were the first to climb from the base of the spire to the peak.
Yosemite Falls trail zigzags through the trees at upper left.//
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 15, 2013 - 11:56pm PT
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Phenominal output there mousie. It makes a fella wonder where his efforts should be expended.
Budgeting must be the key - I suppose.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Jun 16, 2013 - 12:05am PT
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I finally read this epic from page 1 until now - and I have to say with all seriousness that this experience has brought about more flashbacks than I thought possible given that I only took Owsley's finest about 25 times.
Note to newbies - if you wish to gorge on Mouse's feast of funk by daring to click on the Show All link - at the least, get really high on some good Indica and cue up the Dead's American Beauty album on slow repeat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 16, 2013 - 11:31am PT
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http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2149435&msg=2149435#msg2149435
"Oh, Little Big Man! You look tired Little Big Man. Would you like to come in my teepee and rest on soft furs? Come and live with me and I'll be your wife!"--Little Horse
"Grant me the power to make things jump and boogie around here. It is a good day to fry. Are you hungry for some catfish, my son? She Throws Hard Rights has a way with those whiskered water persons that makes me want to have more than is good for me."--Old Likes Skin
The Band at Mel's was Mike Hammar and the Nails, professionals from Merced, Winton, Atwater, and Mariposa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]The Drummer for the Nails, Greg Merino, is the brother of the Jazz Drummmer, Rudy Merino, who owned the Partisan Bar before it was called that. It used to be known as Rudy's. Before that the Trail's End.
zBrown, we amigos have come full circle, seemingly, from the FNPWD epic last year, where the Partisan was first seen here on the pages of the Taco.
From the Partisan Bar to Mel's Old West may not seem like a circle, but it's metaphor for, for the past few years, Mel Pruitt has had health troubles and has had to forego the celebration of Juneteenth. (You know Juneteenth could have been any date ranging from June 13 to June 19 and it wouldn't have made any difference, it's still gonna be celebrated.)
YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT JUNETEENTH, DO YOU?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VReHM4pXwFA
The Nails played part of the last set with Kenny Craig of the Merced Blue Notes singing and on sax. Mellow!
Mel Pruitt hails from a town near Grambling, LA, and his fish frys are like a Planada homecoming without the Latin flavor, if you can dig it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 16, 2013 - 02:16pm PT
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You might want to use these folks for your photo finishes. I have a pair of Winstead's binoculars that have held up handsomely over the years ("triple tested coated optics", whatever that means. Remind myself to Google that one).
"I don't call it anything", said Frankie Lee with a smile
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 16, 2013 - 03:04pm PT
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Photo finish my ASS!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 16, 2013 - 03:04pm PT
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The Camargue is a land of cowboys and gypsies.
It's vaguely close, nominally near to Corsica, island of our Gypsy.
Happy Father's Day, Mom.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 16, 2013 - 05:07pm PT
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I think it has something to do with being Finnish.
More than a quarter mile or a quarter furlong. Time is, afterall, precious.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
3/5 of a mile in 10 seconds is a good time. I don't think either Tom The Mongoose or Don The Snake could touch it. This is a car club thread right?
Where do the freeways collide? Depends on which, but if you're talking Harbor, 91, 405 freeways it's Ascot Park.
I'd always thought it was "stop children what's that sound?", but this just testifies to the frailty of memory. Still checking on women's frailty, what a long strange trip it' been.
Don't think I will ever be a father. Can remember a whole bunch of times when I discovered that I wasn't and was quite pleased with that.
Well, I spose I could donate a few cells to be kept in Ted Williams head crypt, so I'm not ruling anyting out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 16, 2013 - 06:35pm PT
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Put on the brakes, you're goin' too fast.
There are too few breaks, better make them last.
Then, Grasshopper, there was the one about the Japanese beetle and the fly, which is best told on the fly, since everyone who hears it seems to become "sick." My lips are sealed, but keep your eyes open.
Flying is a standard dream of mine.
Often with no sound.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrOvcSaRF-I
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 17, 2013 - 12:08am PT
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I just received a vibe (call it a warning) that we need climbing content.
El Jefe leads the charge.
Freedom of the Hills!
I'm guessing 1974, Mt. Hoffman, and Dick E.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 17, 2013 - 12:12pm PT
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Triple tested coated optics may simply mean the quality of a lens has been tested by three different quality control agents before they are approved for use in optical illusions.
This was taken last nite.The rest were taken early this morning.this fire is around Jerseydale, above Hite Cove, or maybe further to the west of there, like on Sweetwater Point and down south of there around about Bootjack.
It might not interrupt Yosemite traffic, because the wind is blowing to the south of Hwy 140.
It is remarkably clear here in the central valley today, and here is the proof.
http://news.lalate.com/2013/06/17/carstens-fire-map-2013-prompts-mariposa-wildfire-evacuations/
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Jun 17, 2013 - 12:27pm PT
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Thanks Mouse.
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 17, 2013 - 01:08pm PT
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Some Dynamite Ron Anderson Bait
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Eddy Arnold/The Ballad of Smokey Bear
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=goEozOAQ6yI
Not the smoke I had in mind to share earlier...
Big Meadow and Foresta, vivid memories of them both before and after '89.
This is Ron Anderson speaking. I don't know what's going on this week.
This is Tad Hocking speaking. I know what's going on this week, but don't know if you are going to be involved.
This is Mouse from Merced squeaking. I would gladly take anyone who wants to join us on Tom's Thumb this weekend from the central valley to Redding where the 4x4 awaits at Tad's.
This offer is good whether or not Ron can join us.
I won't be out of here till early Friday morning.
If interested in a good time climbing five-easy, PM me or call 209-722-7134. I have room for one. Please, no hate calls...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 17, 2013 - 07:15pm PT
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In recognition of Father's day, here is the type of place my grandfather Jakob called work.
View of Pabst and Newport Mines - Ironwood, MI
This one never made to Ascot. Probably couldn't do 3/5 in 10 either.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Jun 17, 2013 - 07:26pm PT
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Hey Mouse
Half dead/ Half alive still kicking. Problem do not what I am kicking for or at.
How I wish I had in the days my good old Nikon but yours would work finnnnnnnie with a polarized lensy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 17, 2013 - 07:31pm PT
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That is so cool, man!
Can't touch this one, though, can it?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And reindeer CAN fly!
Christmas in June for this old fart meant a call from Bevin & a call from Scott on Fathers Day (kids of mine).
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Jun 17, 2013 - 07:46pm PT
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Forgot these next to him is another well known artist whom could it be.
"to b or not to b"
wanna b
new b
no b
Hey so I make mistakes
but soon
wanna b
new b
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jun 17, 2013 - 09:14pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... nice share, again, on the scenery... say, and about the fire-area, too...
thanks for sharing...
and very nice to see you a good fathers day! :)
edit:
oh my, the other photos finally loaded, :O such variety,
whewww, and the 'fighting mares'...
glad i got to come back and see all of what i missed...
and say:
forgot to say:
my mom and i saw the foresta areas, after the fire... lynda was showing us arouond when we visited in 98' ... was some times, after, of course, but still--was a sore spot...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 17, 2013 - 09:25pm PT
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Why an English Bulldog Cam? (You might ask). Uh, I couldn't find a Finnish Bulldog? That's Harriet's ghost walking her dog on Gower Avenue. Rick contributed the fine guitar work.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Perhaps there is a need to call in a hieroglyphics expert on those lyrics sheets. Everybody knows that Fogerty wrote Garden Party, but gave it to Rick rather then let Zaentz get his dirty hands on it.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 17, 2013 - 10:42pm PT
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This is the courthouse where my father was being sworn into the California State Bar on the day I was born.
This is one of the places he went to work.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 18, 2013 - 12:29am PT
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They didn't choose to interview me on Rick, but that's OK. None of these folks knew him as Eric like I did - poor little fools.
[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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Jun 18, 2013 - 01:02am PT
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It's like Rick Nelson was RR, huh?
Nobody has a single unworthy comment, they are all universal in their regard for Mr. Nelson.
Except that he got away with just standing there as a performer.
As in this clip, his first record.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
He sings almost as good as zBrown.
Then there was this in 1975. Good song.
[Click to View YouTube Video]More standing there not moving. It works.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 18, 2013 - 01:26pm PT
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DON’T FENCE WITH ME.
If you really want to hear me tell this, the last thing you’ll want to hear about is my death. But I’m gonna die and there’s nothing I can do. I don’t know when. I just know that everyone dies, and that means me, too. We are put here to do something, apparently. We have only so much time to get it done and then we are out of here.
I’ve done some things, mostly not close to “great” or “earth-shaking,” as ninety-nine percent of us finally come up with, so this is not going to be one of those big sellers like Planet of the Cave Bears. It is more like a limerick: There once was a fellow named Mouse, etcetera.
Limericks are mercifully short, however.
When you have a long list of blah accomplishments the trick is to pick out the top ones and tell about them. In honesty, there are few shining moments in my life, and they are just like the shining moments in your blah, dull lives.
The daughter whomb I sired, and a woman who I once admired and sought to possess, and a beautiful Nana who drank under stress, these and a black VW turned on its side, are some of the things about which you may hear.
I’ve had a climbing career, as well. I’m just like most of you climbers, in that I didn’t bail on too many, I got to the top of some impressive places, and I made a few fast friends. Glory is fleeting, friendship lasts.
That’s what this is about. That is my message.
So why do I need to tell the story? You’d likely just get bored.
So just plug in your own cuz I’m done, except for that woman I sought to possess. She has escaped me so far. But neither of us are dead yet.
I hear that my old flame fences as well as she plays the guitar, "just like she's ringing a bell."
En garde, pussycat!
Note: This came to me because I just began Catcher in the Rye, never having read it, and it is impressive so far.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 18, 2013 - 07:18pm PT
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Large, traditional Vajrayana prayer wheels in Mongolia. Every spin of a wheel is thought to accomplish a full round of prayers.
It's like they used to say "what comes around goes around" or something like that anyway. I do recall being entreated to "pray for surf" in the early 1960's, not however, whilst actually surfing.
This guy at Coronado North Beach, might have been giving some consideration to prayer. Just north of here is where I was arrested in my baggies, by the U.S. Marines for trespassing on a Federal reserve. I had to sign an affidavit that I wasn't a terrorist and would never do it again on pain of spending the rest of my life praying at Guantanamo.
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beefcake of wide
climber
Nederland/GulfBreeze
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Jun 18, 2013 - 07:35pm PT
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So is this thread about what it feels like with dementia or just being a Californian?
I could never tell the difference.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 18, 2013 - 07:38pm PT
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You overlook the obvious possibility of being both my friend. Obviating the need for hard choices.
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beefcake of wide
climber
Nederland/GulfBreeze
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Jun 18, 2013 - 07:41pm PT
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dammit, it must be those golden years back east that made me all literal.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 18, 2013 - 08:43pm PT
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Could be. Remember, reality is the evidence of history as perceived by our minds.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 18, 2013 - 08:46pm PT
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That, and this.... A duck walked into a drug store and said, "give me a tube of Chapstick and put it on my bill".
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 19, 2013 - 12:20am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 19, 2013 - 12:29am PT
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Some folks swear the magic word says throwpie. Others say SuzyCreamcheese.
If there's anyone that knows, is there anyone that cares?
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 19, 2013 - 12:50am PT
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zbrowns photo illustrates my point exactly.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 19, 2013 - 01:03am PT
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if there's any doubt, get yerself a secret agent spyscope
busterBrown - I want somebody to tell me what's wrong with me (not necessarily anyone here, but someone)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 19, 2013 - 02:13pm PT
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We may have to pull in the moon and plantets and stars and satellites and space men and to find the infected mouse, I spose.
Order your spyscopes here:
I prefer Winstead's myself.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 19, 2013 - 02:49pm PT
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mouse
moon (or possibly both)
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Jun 20, 2013 - 01:47am PT
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Where's Mouse when he has work to do? - gotta keep The Flames rolling.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 20, 2013 - 02:51pm PT
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I swear that none of the people in this photo are mouseFM, Throwpie, zB, Tim Leary, nor Rick Nelson.
But there are only four people in the photo, you may point out. Think about it. And yes if you want to nitpick there are more than four people, to which I might reply "Are you talking foreground or background, here?"
The ubiquitous blue flames
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jun 20, 2013 - 11:35pm PT
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hey there say, zBrown... thanks so much for the father's day share, where you dad worked, the ironwood, drawing, etc...
i missed this, i don't always see the pics, 'til later...
also, Thocking and mouse:
may your climb be wonderful!!
god bless!
*or is it done, by now, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 21, 2013 - 12:24pm PT
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Hi neebee. Those mines were not too far from you. Some folks have put together quite extensive historical photographic collections of the Upper Penninsula. We need to figure a way for you to get a higher speed connection.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 21, 2013 - 11:02pm PT
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following and top roping....I have a clearer image of Brian way out on the Dike Route. His butt that is.
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MisterE
Social climber
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Jun 21, 2013 - 11:26pm PT
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Mousey one
I am married to a flame
Puerto Rican
and Irish
is the mix -
I dodge spontaneous combustion
almost for a living
It's worth it though,
the force is as irrevocable
as it is irreverent
and unstoppable.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 23, 2013 - 12:35am PT
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Ordinarily I wouldn't put up a cover of Warren's work if the coverers hadn't actually looked on Gower Ave., but Pickins have been slim, if you know what I mean.
Groovy? - you be the judge.
I never did see Lon Chaney (Sr. or Jr.) and I used to live in Hollywood.
Draw blood. Isn't that George Alexander on bass?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jun 24, 2013 - 01:37am PT
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hey there say, zBrown... neat extra info you added, thanks for sharing...
and--thanks for caring... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 24, 2013 - 01:13pm PT
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It feels like coming into work on Monday, in some ways.
I got worked at the Thumb, as THocking a-saith.
At least I did not die.
Nor die did he in my place, as a true partner would, for the follower must not fall if he is not to fall into total whatever-soever-however it may forthcome.
California is its own reward, for the East Coasters who listen to us West Coast-costers, us shucky-juvy wannabe surf-club types, and wonder from what side of which moon we come.
Be here now, then, or sometime other, the cities are sucky, and one is lucky, when one has been born to country ways. The real California resides in the mind, as it always must.
Yes, Ah'm back, Mona. I'm coming out on the front.
Bumpity-bump.
Dino Valente sort of took a good thing and made it different.
I won'st bother you with the upcoming Courthouse Museum exploration of Merced's rich musical past any longer.
It begins as an exhibit this Thursday with live music which begins at 6 pm.
"Michael Kennedy, the founder of the blog Merced Music (and former member of a suspiciously Flame-infeckted group called Snooze You Loose which included Bullfrog) has created a virtual shrine to a generation of music in Merced that would leave a mark across the country...
That era really started in 1956 when Roddy Jackson put together one of the first interracial rock bands in the country....It was a really important first.
He credits Roddy Jackson and the Blue Notes with getting the entire community plugged into the music scene and learning how to play guitar.
Then the Brogues broke as an early 60s group with a serious attitude problem and then a straight line into psychedelic music...
The popularity of this emerging brand of music led to many famous acts stopping in Merced, including Janis Joplin and the Doors [though I must cite this error: it was the Holding Co.; the Coodrs did play here. Twice. Once with a local sub drummer.
Yes, you can Google www.mercedmusic.wordpress.com
I am logged kin to Wired Cafe, the internet cafe in town.
George Fenneman, what is today's magic word?
"Bowels, Groucho."
It may be worth noting, musically, that on the same Saturday night that Mel's rocked to the blues, the Merced Theater presented ballet. It may also be worth nothing, musically or otherwise.
On arriving back in town from THocking's and Maureen's, I found:
1. The elevator still not working right: it hit each floor before stopping at the lobby, and it hit each floor going to the floor that called it.
2. I was jonesing for another steak like the ones we grilled on Solstice eve at Tom's Thumb.
So I called the Rev, invited myself up, and bought some "fully-aged" beef (reduced price) and one-pound potatoes and hit the road to Greeley Hill.
We traded tales, laughed, and discussed the possible consequences of Taj Mahal's death*, the outcome of the current episode of "Snapped" which Denice was watching, the fact that Rod Whittaker is a surprisingly talented individual (musically!), what it's like to not have millions of dollars cluttering our lives, and the Foresta fire of yore.
I have hundreds of photos, as THocking hath a-saith. I am busying myxelf reading Charis Wilson West's tales of her and Edward's trips involving photographing California in the thirties. And the James Branch Cabell novel I recently purchased down in Idyllwild, The Way of Ecben.
It's going to be a few days, maybe tomorrow, before my computer's back home and healthy again.
A-raining now, but it's not a hard rain, thank ya, Jah.
Till the again, play fair, kiddies.
*Barbara Jones, an old friend whom I visited the other day in the Bay Area, had heard rumblings about Taj's demise, which has NOT come to pass, thank ya, Jah.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 24, 2013 - 05:04pm PT
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"Some folks shoot the breeze
Some shoot the sheeit
Some shoot to kill
I like to shoot the curl"
Dave "Baby" Cortez
Here comes Dave now, keeping his organ happy as always.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I do not know what Car Club rode with.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 03:50am PT
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And here's the big ultimate.
Just tonight, after having posted that last reply, I received an email from Barbara's husband, my old Flames partner Larry, that she has passed away in her sleep!
What a blessing that I was able to visit her for that one part of the day last week. Thank you for that, and grant her rest, Lord of All.
I have been stranged-out before, but this is just freaky.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 03:56am PT
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I need my ponies.
Yep, they look to be twins, but close inspection is revelatory...
Roy and Roger?
Dale and Evan?
Pal and Meano?
Nee and Bee?
Neigh-bors of the Rev in Greeley Hill.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 04:03am PT
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Gypsy!
Looky!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 05:06am PT
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The Celebrated THocking Walking Blues.
It lives to climb another day.
Taj Mahal's Celebrated Walking Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7K3qCtxfIDQ
Ain't gonna change no low-down ways,
Just gonna give some device belays.
Got to go to Susanville, baby,
Git my Bermingham-bone boiled.
I had to look round for my shoes.
Then I had no socks.
(What was I to do? I sacrificed my Trojans! 5.10. Let's WALK to the coffee shop.)
"I had my business fixed by using Acco fasteners exclusively."--U.R. Dunn.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 05:30am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 05:42am PT
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The path of a trundled egg like that would put it right on the road home.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 06:01am PT
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There will be a TR in the works tote de sweat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 08:56am PT
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I've seen good days start out this ugly...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 25, 2013 - 09:23am PT
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These are from yesterday afternoon.The original ElCapitan HS, constructed to open in 1958, lasted three years only before it became Merced HS North Campus. It was surrounded by tomato fields and cow pasture.
As the new era dawns, the old just keeps jealously standing firm. New campus, same old tomatoes. But not for long.
It was threatening to rain and did for just a while earlier out in the county.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 25, 2013 - 10:14pm PT
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Anyone remember the word kype? As in:
The boy glommed onto the toy and then kyped it from his friend.
It was used amongst the pretty rowdy element I was known to associate with in Chula Vista in the 1950's (sure glad I didn't fall in with them).
Then there was the five-finger discount and the midnight auto supply.
Apparently, from my research on crime stats in this area, they're still popular.
Feel to free to have a go at it for your respective/respected areas.
http://www.crimemapping.com/map.aspx?sid=ef61f71a-96a6-480e-bd12-d9571632bb14
Finally, Does love stink? Does crime pay? Who put the ... nevermind
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 12:31am PT
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Kyping Marlboro reds from the grocery in Sacto got me and my buddy a session in front of the parents and siblings smoking Camels, ten each.
God help us if we inhaled!
We were not living up to the Boy Scout ideals of honesty, but we were pretty damn brave...
Scouting and Catholic school round a boy out and warp him at the same time.
The Padilla Three, Joe, Mickey, and Pete, were the sons of our Explorer leader, Manuel, USMC. The Padilla Cabin still stands in Foresta after the fires of yore because THEY WERE PREPARED!
We scouts had helped dig the well and cistern, check.
The Pads' place was directly across the way from the Foresta Fire STation, check and mate!
The last two photos here show what the hills in the Park would look like with no fire prevention. Real glamorous, huh? It's been about fifteen years now since that fire.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 10:37am PT
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Elvin Bishop/Juke Joint Jump
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sfQRKCbohU
Jump, jump, jump, cow!
Over that moon, girl, you can do it!
Paul Bunyan in Planada plays a plastic axe.
Elvin Bishop in Bishop plays a blues axe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 11:37am PT
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I was wrong in my weather prognostication, but took off for the hills regardless of the potential. I cruised out into the Mariposa foothills, Agua Fria Road, Hornitos Road, Old School Road, Old Highway, Indian Gulch Road, to name the major ones.
The clouds were all over, so it made for some good stuff and then the clouds left for the most part, leaving vistas bathed in the gold of the hills.
Then I came down to the plains and opted to check out the Ag Museum on Highway 140, next to the Fruit Barn. It's closer to Merced, really, than Planada. And it's loaded with stuff, not nearly all of which is related to agriculture.
For instance, how does a rat car like the one Charlie built impress anyone as being a farm implement? The same wsy Elvin Bishop casts himself as a hayseed. It's associated.
People have much different lives now than in our grandad's day, but gadgets that purport to make life more enjoyable are part of the culture, no matter if you are living on a farm or in an apartment in the City. The Sears catalog is now replaced by Craigslist and eBay for us, but the civilizing instinct is inbred to our nature.
We need toys, in other words.
I don't know how many of us got to visit the old Sutro Baths in SF before it was torn down, but there was an exhibition of wild stuff there in their old museum, spread out among the rooms of the Sutro Baths (Cliff House area). The vibe in the Ag Museum is nearly the same.
Charlie doesn't open up regurlarly as his visitorship there was never "overwhelming." A visit here would likely take hours away from a trip to Yosemite, which is why he never had much luck attracting visitation. It's bothersome to him, but the guy's an alky, sucking down brews, walking around in his socks, but he's a kind old man, 76, and the thought occurred to me when I left, "Who's gonna get to deal with all of this when he passes?"
There is a note somewhere on one of the doors, Charlie told me, with his phone number, in case anyone wants to see this stuff. It's not the Smithsonian, just the Bizarro World/Merced County version of that venerable repository of the past.
We have a total of nine museums in Merced County, in Atwater, Merced, Los Banos, and Gustine, representing municipalities and the county itself, plus the Ag Museum, Castle AFB's flight museum, and a few more which escape me. You all know me as an enthusiast for Old School anything. This was like a waking dream, walking around that place.
Charlie left me alone in the yard, told me how to get out on my own, as he was leaving for the day. A trusting guy, he knows my older bro Mike, has for a long time, so that was no issue for him, but I had to climb a fence--weird story, too long and irrelevant, but that illustrates old Charlie's attitude, the loveable old tinkerer.
He has a working blacksmith shop out in the back acres, and a separate building where he stores more of his restoration projects like the rat car and the Starfire, for example. the museum itself is just one room full of cars, motorcycles, bicycles, tricycles, birthing chair, collections of old kitchen gadgets, and a plethora of antiques not restored, just collected and plonked down. It's dusty, too.
At the door to the restoration garage. He also has a room with a bar, which he rents out for parties and is full of old stuff, like his BB-gun collection.
Throwpie, you got to see this place. zBrown, a motorcycle bum like you would cream his jeans.
He likely has a surfboard in there someplace, too.
Edit: Before TT catches me up again, there is no Old School Road in Mariposa. It is Skoal House Rood and it crosses Old Highway. Take a map, for gauze shakes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 12:07pm PT
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Thanks, Andy. I thought something looked odd. Now I think on it, this is the fire the Rev was telling me about on the way over to see Tom Crow at Mono.
He said that "meatheads" were responsible for this "controlled burn" getting out of hand: they must've been thinking about a barbecue and the Fire Lord obliged them. Such a damn shame, because it burned up into the Tioga Road higher up in the red fir forest. UGLY!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 03:30pm PT
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These are all shots taken in what I call a "restoration garage."
And these coming up are from the "party room" next door but in the same building. There are two buildings facing Hwy 140. This is the one on the right side, next to the Fruit Barn. When Charlie first opened the museum, he tried to sell fruit but he had to compete with the Barn and they won because they have buses stopping in for lunches, while he could not attract the drivers' custom, because the bastards would just offer the drivers more of a tip for bringing the bus in to them, not Charlie. His side of the story, anyway. So he opened up a party room to rent out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:29pm PT
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Into the museum itself, free of charge, and with a kindly old docent who happens to have disposable income too high for his own good, I think. But he's havin' FUN!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:30pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:31pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:31pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:37pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:37pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:37pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 04:39pm PT
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The original Mariposa County included all ov Merced County, and in 1855 the farmers voted themselves out of Mariposa and the affairs of the miners, whose constant needs for roads and such they were not willing or able to pay for.
My family's history is bound up in the Merced River and all three brothers are 'familiar' with the lower reaches and the upper.
Mike has lived on the river in Merced Falls for years and years and has hunted and poached all through Briceburg and North Fork and the South Fork.
Brother Tim is a fishing guide on the local rivers. He was a ski racer and cut his teeth at both Bagger Ass and Dodger Itch.
I have fished the river all up and down its length, but never caught anything at all in or above Yosemite Valley. I have climbed to the top of Lyell and watched the snow melt into the Merced drainage. I have climbed to the top of El Cap and been raided by weather destined to fill the river and water your crops. I have peed into Nevada Fall. I have peed off the lip of Yosemite Fall, upper and lower. I love my river. I love those who respect that river and its drainage.
I love what the river of ice accomplished and destroyed and created again.
I love the lessons this place has taught me.
I cherish each moment I think of cherishing each moment of being in this dendron of Gaia.
I hope you all do the same and I hope we all live a good long time with A LOT MORE FUN!
//The curse of sorrow is comparison!
As the sun casteth shade, night showeth star,
We, measuring what we were by what we are,
Behold the depth to which we are undone.//
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 26, 2013 - 06:26pm PT
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Not a surfboard, but this looks like a reverse tricycle with a skateboard deck mounted on it.
It seems somebody up there in The Great Central Valley (has anyone checked the crime stats?) liked Leonard, at least enough to paint a picture of him.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
They were well on the way to world dominance with the scheduled introduction of the czBrown model, but they somehow lost their vision and it was tossed in the junk heap.
"it's possible to say that there is a bit of CZ on all the Japanese motocross bikes! "
http://www.kocmoc.com/BikeCorner/cz/
more historically accurate "it's possible to say that had the czBrown not been abandoned, there would have been no Japanese motocross bikes! "
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Jun 26, 2013 - 07:17pm PT
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Hey! where have I seen that photo before. Wonder if they upgraded the viewers with 1/2 " polymer clear plates same stuff that they make beer cans straps of. Dimes to doughnuts they haven't but soon hopefully.
Don't want sticky hands reaching those handles to open.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 26, 2013 - 08:01pm PT
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Lucky are we who have spent our lives dunking in River of Mercy. Being a Merced/Yosemite boy has always been a point of pride for me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 26, 2013 - 08:53pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Note: A Shelle Production (apparently spelling was not their forte).
Stay tuned there may be another episode in the pipeline.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 09:28pm PT
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Throwpie, mass urination on the forces of aging is called for.
But it might take a while.
I'm glad urinal pal of mine.
Remember cruising Mariposa's dirt roads?
Dig this! A mouse scared a big bad owl out of his midday roost, the peckerhead! I was just gonna pee, too. Lucky shot here.
But I totally missed the coyote skylined on this hill.
As for wildlife in the foothills
Kevin Pickett/Long Strange Ride
http://www.reverbnation.com/kevinpickett
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 10:10pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 26, 2013 - 10:13pm PT
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Da bridge at Bridgeport.
Intersection of Agua Fria and Hwy 140. It is the site of the Yosemite Slate Quarry, as advertised.
Feeder of Agua Fria next to McGregor's driveway.
North side of Da Bridge. Choked.
South side of Da Bridge. Fading.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 27, 2013 - 01:22am PT
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As a kid, I always thought the sign to Agua Fria road meant "fried water".
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 27, 2013 - 09:24am PT
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"Here comes the sunshine, Superman! Blow your little Kryptonian mind!"
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
Sunshine came softly through my window today.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 27, 2013 - 12:09pm PT
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As a kid, I always thought the sign to Agua Fria road meant "fried water".
And as an adult, it sounds good to me.
Some folks have thought so highly of it, they made it into a national monument.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 27, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
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Isn't all this a bit premature? Aqua Friday doesn't arrive until the dog figures out how to cross the river.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 04:59am PT
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Fried A, on the menu under Plan B.
Plan B involves building bridges going back into The Day: The Day Bridges.
http://beniciaherald.me/2011/06/10/building-bridges/
“I spent a long time on it — and the other two — and now it’s time to do something else, like getting my Leonard Nimoy impression down pat. It would be a logical follow-up to bridge-building.”--Frellson Powell
Frellson Powell is NOT, NOT, NOT related to Mike Powell or his daughter, Emily, who seem to be cornering the used books market on the West Coast.
http://www.sfgate.com/business/article/Powell-s-Books-looming-large-in-the-Bay-Area-2514719.php
Which brings us to a real Jullabaloo, featuring the YOUNG Stevie Miller, not the aging gangster, who played on Flaming Pie with Sir Paul.
Paul McCartney/Used to Be Bad--09 Flaming Pie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOFk-lgJ14I&list=PLF6C1AC41F1CF86DB
That guy, the young Stevie Miller, learned his lessons a long, long time ago, as did Sir Paul.
Goldberg-Miller Band/The Mother Song on Jullabaloo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLB261z-7PQ
"Beam me up, Bones."--Magnetic Dog in the Milky Way Bar, ready to call it a nite, not wanting to swim the Milk River, and knowing he doesn't know how to swim
Presented, to you, our loyal customers, by the Leland Powell Company.
Say, if Ru Paul hooked up with Sir Paul...Ru Paul McCartney?
Flamin' Groovies/Between the Lines
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sanueRku7n0
"Poetry is read best between the lines."--some American rhymsester with a pointy-tailed friend
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 05:50am PT
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One for neebee.
The wide-open in Mariposa County.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 06:40am PT
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This sequence of road shots is of Bear Creek, which comes out of Bear Valley, I think, and flows down to Merced. The road is Indian Gulch Road and it parallels Slate Gulch.
And then I came to "Gordo's Place."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 07:08am PT
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Geo. C. Gordo may well be deceased and a live-in caretaker/renter in this spread now. It isn't too neglected yet, but there is evidence no one cares: the chairs, for example. And the mailbox.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 07:12am PT
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This place is on Indian Gulch Road (5470, in fact) and is not far from Cathey's Valley, where I intersected Hwy 140 again, a quarter mile from where I turned of on Old Highway earlier that morning.
And THEN I got to the Ag Museum and old Charlie...
And yesterday, Thursday, I drove out on Hwy 59 just north of town and found the place I'd photographed for the tractor thread. I went to the door and Willie told me to take all the photos I wanted.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 28, 2013 - 10:29am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 10:57am PT
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Woody Holly, buddy?
Woody Wood Burner, outa Turner Ranch, Merced County, north o' Chowchilla, ma'am. Ah'm new in town and was hopin' ya might be able to tell me how to git to the Statue o' Liberty?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:56pm PT
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Taken yesterday from the replacement.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 01:59pm PT
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There is a book I have read, the name of which I have forgotten, which features Modoc fly-eating people being taught English from a copy of Robert Burns' poetry, so that the boys grew up speaking like the Scots gift shop owner.
"Och, if it's not Modoc, it's fly-shite."
The book treated with a cure for rabies, among other weird subjects.
All this char-smell in the air kinda makes me thirsty.
And it's Friday night.
And I quit drinking.
Ghosts.
I'll live.
So will this poor bloke.
[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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Jun 28, 2013 - 02:11pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
And as long as we got videos on this page, let's stack them. Like barrels of wine.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hey, hey, hey!
Tony, Tony, Tony!
Q. for ya, bro: Why is white wine white and red wine red? Is this within the ken of Tony?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 02:47pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
WHEELS on Fires. Where the rubber meets the rock.
BIG TIRES on Wheels. Where the rubber meets the dirt.
My memory serves sherbet on hot afternoons.
This last wheel may explode.
The stack of tires may burn.
The whole world fits inside
Of an ice cream churn.
Raspberry, please.
Or watermelon, if ya got it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 28, 2013 - 03:31pm PT
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Great wheels photos mouse. I was wondering, however, who balances and trues all those wheels? Could it N&M or JB30 de Fresno?
Feeling a bit more inquisitive today (more on this later perhaps), but if the wheels are on fire, where is the smoke or is this all done via smoke and mirrors.
How do you supercool a mirror? Obviously, by being super cool (SuperTopo will not suffice).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 03:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 03:47pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 04:37pm PT
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Dido's Lament
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsOb86jqN04]
This is a Henry Purcell work, libretto by Nahum Tate.
Recitative
Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
On thy bosom let me rest,
More I would, but Death invades me;
Death is now a welcome guest.
Aria
When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create no trouble,
No trouble in thy breast;
Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 28, 2013 - 04:57pm PT
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I saw Doucet play at the Roxy. Blackalicious was not on the bill that night.
I saw Hiawatha right down the road from my mom's farmhouse.
I saw that even Casey Jones could get into trouble in Ironwood.
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Saw Eddie Murphy (and his bodyguards) at Tower Records.
And yes I even saw this fool while driving down Sunset Blvd. All credit to Jim Smeal. He apparently wants it.
Never actually saw Gloria, but her hair was perfect.
Popped my head in the door a couple of times looking for Warren - no luck.
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Jun 28, 2013 - 09:29pm PT
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I nominate Mouse as the Offishul Huell Howser of the Central Valley!
How say ye all?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 28, 2013 - 09:37pm PT
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Fuel Howitizer you say? How does he feel about bikers?
This is a two part Instructable designed to demonstrate how to construct 1) A hybrid potato cannon capable of accelerating a projectile to supersonic speeds and 2) A cannon mount that resembles a WWII Howitzer field piece.
This is about is powerful as it gets with this size of potato gun. The boom is like a thunder and if you aren't careful you will quickly lose sight of the projectile. It definitely packs a punch and is "just a blast" to fire.
I found most of the parts for the cannon at a plumbing supply store in town and the rest at Home Depot. Then I pieced together the mount from parts I had laying around my home.
The whole cannon can be made with no welding experience as all the parts can either be screwed together are epoxied together. The only difficulty that comes with this is that you have to fix a lot of leaks before you can operate the cannon, but this is not hard to do.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 09:58am PT
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Smokin'! Flamin'!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 10:10am PT
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Who is this fool Smeal, anyway, that he wants to get in the limelight yet refuses to let his picture get published?
The only Smeals I know I worked with at Ike's Pump and Drilling.
Our usual truck was a '56 Chevy haf-ton with an old Smeal rig mounted on it, complete with stabilizers fro the rear tower set-up.
Similar to the modern version in that it got the job done on small stuff,
our larger rig for turbine work was a Smeal, as well. It used outriggers on the rear when erecting the tower for better...erection and pulling.
Smeal 7T Pump Hoist
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ah_eCQAezcM
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:21am PT
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I think that is actually a Smealette.
Compare for example the Smeal 50T.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
... infinite speed control from zero to 30 feet per minute
I think this is still off the mark we're looking for of 3/5 of a mile in 10 seconds though.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:27am PT
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I either have or am getting down the walkabout, knockabout, roustabout stuff and I think I follow the astronauts, but how does a scribblenaut function in the universe?
This is all starting to look suspiciously familiar.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:51am PT
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Burning up the Mouse?
Must be Evil-Doers in the building, too, Elvis.
Here are a few mydeas, and there's no fee. The first worked for the Dribble-Nots in their championship season and the last completely tamed the Tribbles for Kirk and Krew. Tribbles hate Twitter!
First. Draw on your innate resources.
Second. Get a reliable agent. (I'm booked; sorry.) PTPP might have a sage bit of advice here.
Third. Go on Twitter and twit.
The 50T is a workhorse. But they are tricky to set up. I've gotten chewed out for doing it wrong by Ike Sr., but it's a hugely expensive piece of gear.
I taught Ike Jr. to use Jumars on his rigs. We got the basic down on the little rig, then raised the mast all the way up on the big rig and amazed the old man.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 12:09pm PT
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The best and most lasting way to prominence is to claim superiority over other's methods or abilities.
Like so:
"MINE'S BIGGER and MORE EXPENSIVE TO MAINTAIN than your pitiful little toy."
And like a good Boy Scout, be prepared to back up your claim.Thus.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 29, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
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At or near last count the mfm has 988 posts in this thread. zB has 440.
Why is this important? It's not, but we all gotta lotta calculators and we gotta calculate something, he said in a manner calculated to elicit no response.
Ginger Baker & Günter Grass got no goods on this guy.
“Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.”
― Günter Grass, The Tin Drum
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 05:10pm PT
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He is an author, a writer, shamelessly shaming himself by generalizing all authors as worthy and therefore all ideas as worthy, an iconoclast spoiling my day. You are just the messenger, I hope.
In promoting, extolling, and recommending its addition to one's library the publication known as The Whole Book of Earth and Sky and Water: A Catalog of Needful Things by Steven Says, by the same token, I am a pimp.
Beat that drum, Baker Street. Sound that Golden Kazoo, Bozo. Alles gut.
Kienholz in the museum/whorehouse, March 26, 1966.
"It's art, for Art's sake, dammit!"
Don't Know Much About Art, But . . . L.A. County Supervisor Warren Dorn and county lawyer John Maharg discuss "Five Dollar Billy," part of Ed Kienholz's Roxy's installation portraying a whorehouse. The installation at the L.A. County Museum of Art, along with the artist's Back Seat Dodge, 38, created a red-hot controversy.
http://dailybruin.com/1996/07/07/art-exhibit-adds-new-dimension/
Controversy.
"Well, if it's not raised a stink by now..."
"It could have been edgier, more pointed..."
"She sure uses loud colors; she's zBrown's protege, one of them, anyhow..."
That many posts, eh?
She? The mystery widens AND deepens.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 29, 2013 - 07:11pm PT
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I never got the chance to ask Herr Grass (nor Mrs. nee Frau Grass) how many of his own he considered bad, or more correctly sacredly bad.
He did say that:
“Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.”
― Günter Grass, The Tin Drum
That brown word again.
Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 07:49pm PT
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I'll tell you about crazy, Horse.
It's women in such good shape they can get out in 100+ weather ON THE TARMAC and not break sweat when they do their work-out!
Is Mark Hurocks ready to get out and try this with these terrors?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 08:28pm PT
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The happening at the Courthouse on Thursday, attended by so many of my old friends who were connected BITSOL and before, was a real kick-butt event.
For about an hour people crowded the exhibit on Merced's music past, and then we adjourned [courthouse joke] to the streets, and heard Roddy Jackson tell how it was in the fifties forming the Merced Blue Notes and more anecdotes and observations.
Then the ladies of the Gateway Harmony Chorus sang "On the Banks of the Old Merced" for us.
And that was followed by the Crystal Syphon playing their songs from their record they made forty-something years back.
The woman in the second photograph is Pat Hunter, also Dahlstrom, and a fine act on her own or with friends like Julio Guerra, but I knew her when she was a competitive swimmer, with her sister, here in High School. She once married a climber named Jim Dahlstrom. A photo of Jim, who had some success in FAs in Colorado much earlier than yesterday, for sure, shows him with a young lady whom I do not know, but is a pro climber now.
Some random shots from the other night...my lithium camera battery needed to be charged, or there would be more, certainly.
This was a real pleasant night and it's a shame we can't do this more often was heard from most people.
Note: There were no groups called the Smealettes that I can find, zBrown.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 08:47pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:39pm PT
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I must admit that I'm impressed with all the historical photography de Merced that I'm seeing.
“But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.”
-K. Kesey
Casting a wide net back into the fifties I do not recall any mixed up black and white groups in Chula Vista, National City or San Diego.
Can't remember any on the pickup games basketball courts either.
My favorite name amongst some of those I played with is Vernus Ragsdale. He was actually a better sprinter than baller tying for third statewide in 1962.
1 Forrest Beaty Glendale Hoover S # 09.5 100Y 1962
2 Richard Stebbins Fremont LA 09.6 100Y 1962
3 Manuel Diaz Keppel S 09.7 100Y 1962
4 Herman Harville Jefferson LA 09.7 100Y 1962
5 Vernus Ragsdale Lincoln SD 09.7 100Y 1962
And yes he could do 3/5 of a mile in 10 seconds if you asked him nicely.
Muni Gym, San Diego
Some famous players played here, me not one of them. Teams seems to sort out on color line.
Sticking with Ken and a pseudo-literary vein. (Got any rhmes for pseudo handy?)
“Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.”
Sure glad I didn't lose my laugh.
OK, one more.
“He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum”
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goatboy smellz
climber
Nederland-GulfBreeze
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:56pm PT
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Can you guys ship me whatever your smoking so I can follow along with this thread?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 30, 2013 - 03:02am PT
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Ratz, Toad. We've been busted!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Time for some climbing content. The natives are not restful.Haven't been back to K-2 myself since the dogs learned to bow to the wows across the river, I mean the cows across the canal.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 30, 2013 - 10:01am PT
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judo
kudo
Mark Twain said that.
Has anyone searched on "moist Smealette"? - just a thought
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 30, 2013 - 11:16am PT
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Follow me on Twitter!
Swallow me!
Allow me, sir, to welcome you to our little ranch on the hill.
These, too, will one day be chipotle-flavored Corn Nuts.
And the critters and the tractors are all bedded down for the night.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 30, 2013 - 11:39am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Heinz, you won't believe what I saw down on the street today.
A tiny storm on der Schnozz yesterday.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 30, 2013 - 02:21pm PT
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I used to drive thru Elysian Park a lot
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That's Susan and The Surftones backing up the parade.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 30, 2013 - 05:51pm PT
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What kinda flames are we talking about?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jun 30, 2013 - 05:59pm PT
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Everybuddy knows Chevies beat Fords, but Fords look so much better.
Carry on in my absence.
-Tennessee Ernie Ford
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 30, 2013 - 09:32pm PT
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Had the airbrush out...here's some mouseart
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They say that there is nothing in Plainsburg any longer, and they are right about that. It was a center of farming activity nearly as busy as Merced, in pioneer days.
It looks this way now.
This is because of the railroads: they got a railroad in Le Grand, the Santa Fe, so Le Grand is the central town in that part of the county.
But south of the intersection lies this fenced-off domain of steel and rubber, belonging to Bright's Nursery.
Jimbo's dad saw me parked taking photos over the fence from across the road. The place is secure, believe me. But Mr. B sent Jimbo down with the invitation to come inside the fence and look around the museum.
Deja vu! Of course they know Charlie Parrish, the man who owns the Ag Museum over between Planada and Merced, where I visited earlier this week.
"Ours is a lot bigger! And we have a full machine shop taken from the old B & L location in Merced. It's set up like the original and runs off overhead belts."
I spent about as long as I could take inside the museum photographing. It was like the punishment hut in Bridge on the River Kwai. I came out and downed two bottles of water and went to the machine shop, looked around quickly, then hit the back lot and the huge storage park in front.
There are one or two items I'm going to post next and then I'm hitting the bed!
The famous Chowchilla School Bus!
The famous Minneapolis-Moline line of mud-movers!
Minneapolis-Moline was a large tractor and machinery producer based in Minnesota. It was the product of a merger between three companies in 1929: Minneapolis Steel & Machinery (MSM), Minneapolis Threshing Machine, and Moline Plow. It was headquartered in Hopkins, MN and had plants on Lake Street at Hiawatha Avenue in Minneapolis, MN, in Hopkins, and Moline, IL.
This is what the place looks like on the approach from Planada, MN.
I like to be thorough. Everyone probably has seen pix of Minneapolis, though some may have not; and since Moline's not in MN, who cares?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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GOSPEL PLOW
"Gospel Plow"
Mary wore three links of chain
Every link was Jesus name
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Mary, Mark, Luke and John
All these prophets so good and gone
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.v
Well, I never been to heaven
But I've been told streets up there
Are lined with gold
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
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Keep your hand on that belay rope, hold on!
Keep your eyes on that leader, hold on!
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Gene
climber
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You're up early today, Mr. Mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Not quite up to 316.8'/sec.
[Click to View YouTube Video]These glamorous fellows were livin' in the fast lane in the last century. Love the quaint clothes, flashy performing.
Stars in the little tiny Playboy universe for a time.
"Well, Buck, lemme tellya how I come to develop my strain of purple hays. Y'see, there's a toad lives over to Mariposa Crick, way out by the river...Hey, don't go a-chewin' on that straw, Buck. Well, enjoy the ride."
Now we're getting up to speed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Farm Reports, Gene.
And time to go out and shoot Clark, Gray, Red, Merced, and Triple Divide.
Stay tuned.
I believe I'll ride, today.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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So yeah, Rolling Stones songs can be played country.....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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SCTV.
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Does anyone remember the words to the rowdy version of the song, "My Toll House Cookie Left My Rack Back At the Shack So I Shot Her Dog?"
I Mean, Her Dawg Kept Drinkin' My Bong Water, Man. I mean, What Would Bill Wendt Have Done ThatI Din't Do and What's the Use of Cryin' Over a Dog For?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mourning has broken, but not morning, for the nineteen Arizona men who died tragic deaths yesterday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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THEY KIDNAPPED MY BOSS
It's Monday mornin' again
And I'm on the road again
Get my break at ten
Can I hear an Amen
Well My Boss is cool
Known him since school
He was on the Dairy Land bus
It was a great big fuss
He's sure done all right
We go drinkin' at night
He always buys three rounds
One for each of them clowns
He wishes them all the luck
They can fit in my old milk truck
And he goes to church to pray
For the soul of Bus Driver Ed Ray
It was all very thrillin'
For the old Chowchillan
The Snatch and Catch in "Chowch"
(No one calls it that.)
http://www.chroniclesofcriminality.com/?p=218
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Isn't it nice to see brojay, JayBro making a guest appearance? I think so.
In case anyone is counting, I have it on good authority that the world's first child's sailor suit was made for the future King Edward VII in 1846, fully one hundred years before I donned mine.
However, could Eddie bang a drum? I doubt it.
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listen to them bozos.
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Nadine, is that you?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was scrolling and wondering when the LDB would show up.
You managed to snare me with that, Skin Head.
The Trapp Family Singers "popularized" Katherine Kennicott (two n's & two t's, please) Davis' 1941 song.
It should be shelved next to Ravel's Bolero.
Pahrump is in Nevada, and Phil Collins is still thinking about lifts.
http://www.jokebook.eu/jokes/phil-collins/best
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They tell me I have little sense of rhythm, but at least I know how to spell it.
Our eighth grade class had five guys that made up the group The Rhythm Rockers in 1961.
The group had a drummer, Jerry H. (or Glen), a bass, Danny, a lead singer, Steve, a lead guitar, Jerry W., and a rhythm guitar, Gerry R.
Jerry OR GLEN, Danny, Jerry, Steve, Gerry. Kind of rhythmic, don't ya think? They all turned to surf music the next year, Jerry W. off to see the wizards at some SoCal AFB, where he had to go put up with shows like the DelTones. Horrible fate. Steve has six kids, all from the rhythm method. Horrible fate. Jerry H. changed his name to Glen. Or Glenn. I'm not sure.
If anyone asks, I had a great day on the road and morning in Yosemite...
...at the beach, chillun.
bumpty-bumpty-bump
cha cha cha
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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this is my semi-irregular post about negativithy on The Flames thread.
Can't we all just get along?
At justwhat point does negative thread turn into negative yarn?
Sure glad I was never keelhauled.
BTW "justwhat" is new, can't decide whether it is worthy of trademarking.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's worthy of being keelhauled.
Pussedwhat, bustwhat, cussedwhat...
Must what gets said in this thread be treated as yarn?
I thought yarning was a staple on this thread.
Staple length is an important criterion for spinning fibber, as shorter fibbers are more difficult to spin than longer ones, the former also resulting in more hairy yarns.--Straight from the Wiki Looms To Your Rooms
I said, "To Your Rooms," chillun!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Did you hear?
That notorious flake Juliet has a crush on some Romeo from over at the Junction!I know, she flaunts it, huh? Sittin' way up there on the fire escape, actin' all Queen of Arch Rock, such a fvuckin' tease! She sure is fine, though!
He's a real nice guy, this Romeo of hers. I seen him at church. He looks like a choirboy.But I know who you're talkin' about and I saw him in a Quarrygirl calendar! He was decent about it, though, he covered up where it counts.
You know Half-Wit Dom, up the end of the Valley?
You mean that big round-shouldered guy? He's nice. And he's solid.
Yeah, well, he's nothin' like that guy Tex I went for...that guy was a real flake!
You mean that guy with the big brother named Boothe or Boethe? He was a big heel to me!
Yep. That's three flakes and a deek.
You almost need a guide book, huh?
I thought I saw a new guy, but I ain't sure if he's from around here.
Probably just your imagination.
The Stones? Is it Just My Imagination?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH3oVVtw4b4
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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They tried to drum this guy right out of the yarn-arms.
What to do with enough yarn or rope?
For my friends who were wondering what the term keelhauling actually means, here is my take on this terrible punishment. Keelhauling was a form of severe punishment first credited to the Dutch Navy in the 1500s. During the Age of Sail, the victim was suspended by a rope from one fore yardarm which was attached to his back. A weight was attached to the victim's legs to ensure that the victim was properly oriented to the hull. Another rope was fastened to him, which lead under the ship's bottom, and through a block at its opposite yard-arm. To keep the victim from drowning outright, the Dutch in later years would put an oil-soaked sponge in the victim's mouth that might contain a breath of air.
Should this go in the fasteners portion of the thread?
What to do with rope if you get enought rope?
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crunch
Social climber
CO
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"the finger of fate, my friends, is fickle....."
Indeed.
It was Layton who named the Finger of Fate. There is is, pointing the way, ever upwards.....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Should this go in the fasteners portion of the thread?
What to do with rope if you get enought rope?
I'll bight.
But, chillun...
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got to get things together...
and keep them together...
in a file or in a steel 55-gallon drum...
but you'll have to go to Office Depot and buy some staples that fit.
They'll likely back-order, so hang in there.
It's great to be able to staple two hard copies of ANYTHING anymore. All my stuff's on the computer.
But it's class to have an old-fashion stapler on the desk just to impress, and how much more impressive when it's filled with the right product.
http://www.whitepages.com/business/gotham-staple-co-inc-columbus-oh
Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin’ the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin’
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn’t drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, “Good luck with that back-order”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What goes on in the the Merced River doesn't always stay in the river.
OK. Now I'm getting serious.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Mouse. Dude. Did I ever tell you how much I like your view?
Great thread.
Peace out, brother.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's pretty peaceful in here lately. Thank you, Wayno.
Virtually everything can be viewed. The viewer is himself a camera, if he's a maniac.
Not anything wrong with maniacy. It's single-mindedness ruled by curiosity tinged by madnesss. We all wish we could let it out to show others but convention and tradition are mine enemies, and I fear nobody but the taxman and the DA, and the Taco is not East LA, gracias a Dio.
The following is from
http://dearphone.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-camera.html?zx=57bae82387cf56ec
Man Camera
In James Ellroy's The Big Nowhere Detective Deputy Danny Upshaw - a tenacious and talented young cop whose obsessive, self-destructive nature seems destined to lead him to the same lonely misery that befalls so many fictional detectives (I haven't finished it yet...)* - relates the concept of the "man camera", an investigative technique created by the apparently fictional criminologist Hans Maslick. Ellroy describes the approach thusly:
"In a famous essay, Maslick described a technique he had developed while undergoing analysis with Sigmund Freud. It was called Man Camera, and involved screening details from the perpetrator’s viewpoint. Actual camera angles and tricks were employed; the investigator's eyes became a lens capable of zooming in and out, freezing close-ups, selecting background motifs to interpret crime-scene evidence in an aesthetic light."
In The Big Nowhere, Upshaw's use of the method serves to highlight his increasingly fraught mental state and growing fixation with the case and the killer, supposed rational and professional detachment unravelling in a haze of conflicted, closeted homosexuality and alcoholic self-medicating. But divorced from that context, does this not sound remarkably like a description of the subjective POV killer-cam of the giallo?** And in context, the effect the procedure has on Upshaw's troubled psyche reflects some of the implications that the use of killer-cam has in gialli – a blurring of the lines between audience and perpetrator, a hint of moral ambiguity and a vicarious, participatory quality.
*I have now. He should be so lucky!
** Giallo (Italian pronunciation: [ˈdʒallo], plural gialli) is an Italian 20th-century genre of literature and film, which in Italian indicates crime fiction and mystery. In the English language it refers to a genre similar to the French fantastique genre and includes elements of horror fiction and eroticism. The word "giallo" is Italian for "yellow" and stems from the origin of the genre in Italy as a series of cheap paperback mystery novels which all had trademark yellow covers.--Wikipedia
Earth is not a kind place, normally. It's up to us to try to make it so, Number One from the Washington Galaxy. But I think science has shown that evolution, though it is a fact of life, is itself ruled by the famous fickle finger of fate.
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Gene
climber
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Good morning Mouse.
Enjoying the thread.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Good morning, Gene.
How do you like my sunset shot from Wash-Button Point-to-the-Sky?
I think it's truly ground-breaking, earth-shaking, and money-making.
This shot was taken before it got quite that dark.
I was alone when I took this one the morning before.
I will refer you to the music of Stockhausen, as well.
http://www.stockhausen.org/new_music_boxes.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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and
and
were all taken following this photo, and it is No. 420 in my pictures folder which is entitled Graveyard Rambler.
I left the pipe on the picnic table and had to return for it. The spot was deserted except for this kid and his dad, who was irritated he wouldn't come get back in the car. They left, though, so I was free to speculate about where to take this thread and I decided to go up to Glacier Point.
As fair warning, the crappers at GP are filled with ammonia gasses straight from Venus' atmosphere, I swear! Use only as a last resort before crapping in the woods. A man can't think and stink if he can't breathe.
On the other hand, the one at Redbud on the El Portal section of the Merced is pretty decent, and the one at the Wawona picnic area's seen better days.
Martin Luther had visions on the toilet, too, you know...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This was taken at 5:45.See the contrail?
This was taken at 5:47.The contrail has totally evaporated, indicating HEAT ON EARTH!
GOOD MORNING, Central Valley, and other hot spots across the nation.
A. C. TO ALL MEN OF EARTHY GOOD WILL.
Peace on the rest.
Unreal time has been suspended temporarily and we are now back in sidereal time.
Have a Julian Day.
The Julian Date (JD) of any instant is the Julian day number for the preceding noon plus the fraction of the day since that instant. Julian Dates are expressed as a Julian day number with a decimal fraction added.[2] The Julian Date for 02:26, 25 June 2013 (UTC) is 2456468.6020139.
An astronomer needs to know the number of days since noon at Greenwich on 1 Jan 4713 BC.
Thank God I'm not an astronomer and Gary Duncan is One!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mona can't be played on these machines.
And she doesn't want to play with these machines.
She loves these slots, though! Pay-out after pay-out! Bumpity-bumpity-bump!
A tribal casino might do well out on Highway 49 near Oakhurst.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was looking for more treasures along the side of the highway when this crew came roaring up the hill like a house afire.I had just found a nickel, then I found a nut, which I have misplaced since, and then I found a plumbing fitting of plastic--a nipple.
One for Mona to play with.
One for me to fool around with.
This is going better than I expected; I thought I had a roadside trifecta based on the letter N. It turns out that it's one better than that if I toss in the city limits sign from Nip.
I had just gotten out of the car a bit earlier after driving down Darrah Rd. and Triangle Rd. very near where the Carstens Fire forced folks from their homes all over the 'hood last week. I got out and noticed immediately that the AC in the car had absorbed the smell of the char from the fire!
On the way back to Middle Earth I shot this house fire wreckage, which is fenced and labelled NO TRESPASSING. Smokey Bear ought to set up an exhibit here.
This probably didn't happen in the summertime or the whole hill would have likely burned off. It will probably happen sooner or later.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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No settin' the woods on fire today, Tad. I'm going to the Rev's to attend his weenie roast in the mornin' tomorrow, THE FOURTH OF JULY!
What's that make USA, 238?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UNCLE!
That should sit well with the conservatives...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I wanted to go to Jerseydale to picturate some giant oaks that overlook the Merced South Fork. There are Indian grinding holes around them. The view from up there is special. I had no reliable map, just the one in my head, which more or less resembles this one.
On the way over the hill to Bootjack from Mariposa. The ourcrop shown is along the Chowchilla East Fork. Afternoon thunderheads are trying to promise something, which hardly will forestall our heat wave or the incipient drought.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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TIME OUT for the Way Back Machine.
These are some Jeff gave me I forgot to post.
the Rev told a story about his only encounter with PCP, at Ostrander Hut where he was caretaker for the winter prior to Weams' coming, when I was there in May to his place in Greeley Hill.
I can't recall the circumstances of how it was ingested into his system,but knowing our fearless leader back then, likely some dude said, "Here." And he said, "Well, okay, if you say so..." He's changed, believe me!
He was upstairs, and remember angel dust is a muscle relaxant. He reached out for to steady himself as he passed through the entry through the floor leading from the upper room of the hut down to the common room.
He missed and fell head over ass over air over tea kettle and landed on his feet, no sh#t, smiling and smelling rosy.
Smells like yarn from his socks to me, but the Rev NEVER LIES!
And Bobby D. never cries.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Faux'istory is my forte this July Fourth, so expect a burst of the wurst.
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I am a vicious lie-way man.
More than truth's a joke to me.
Less than that means nothing.
And that's how it is with me.
Like ham with turkey stuffing.
It's all good with history.
With a missed quote here,
And an estimate there,
Here a guess,
It's a mess,
Nobody will confess
That they much perfer it that way...
Cha cha cha
Nothing against Mr. Exacto, Clint. He's pretty sharp when ya need him. Respect. Happy First of July. :)
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Great thread, fascinating photos and a climber's toe-nails... keep on flamin'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinks they really found you
BOB DYLAN - IT'S ALRIGHT, MA LYRICS
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Norton
Social climber
the Wastelands
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Mouse!
I have to say I love looking at your old pictures!
thanks
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Short-Shoed Again: A Tale of the Bar None-of-the-Above and Its Rivalry with the Bar-F Bunch Told In Segments Long Enough To Be Entertaining But short Enough So You Might Learn Something If You Pay Attention To the Details
[We cordially in-vite sponsorially-in-clined gents and ladies to step up and send a cash offering, CASH, CHECK, or MONEY ORDER. If you want, we’ll make a note of it here (in BOLDFACE LIE OLD ROMAN TYPE yet; plus we’ll make that extra effort to spell your name or names write. TYFYIndulgence in our maniacy.]
Tale the First
True to his word, the Rev always delivered for the Bar None-of-the-Above. We all admired him for his set ways and his devotion to the least detail, when he could remember one. It was said of him throughout the county that “the Rev never lies.” Truer aphoric comment has never crossed my eardrum. I only can hear outa this’n. You should be aware. And this thumb? It ain’t there. It got dallied one day. Fvucking ponies!
As a ranch foreman, let’s say that he kept his job when many of his kind simply faded away like a trail of dust in the breeze. His job was to make us stand our cattle-watches, fix firearms, tinker with gasoline engines if one came around and its driver found stony roads and round wheels ain’t too compatible. And the roads GROW rocks hereabout. Oh, and we had cattle-watches due to mainly the incursions of a neighbor’s crew on the herd.
That was the watchword with the Rev. Did ya hear about this or that or him or it?
One story he tried to spin was about a songwriter named Mabel Meerepolled. He’s supposed to have cow-wrote a tune with Billy Holstein-Day back in the day. Back in the day when they wouldn’t let polled cattle run with anything but cows. Now they got ‘em all in feed lots. Well, not exactly, he’ll tell ya, but it’s as much as I remember. I think he said the name of the song was Strange Brew, but I’m short on memory cells m’self.
His stories tend to wander like a watermelon vine and I sing just the damn melody while the Rev sings bass lines; only I do remember things more correctly more of the time. That's backwards, some, cuz you'd axsociate a solid boy like the Rev with the one of us with the solid memory.
And I got a smaller waist, though he just calls his “the congregation” while I call mine Abs. I used to outweigh him, if you can believe it. In true fact, I could have named mine Ahab, but that didn't fit too well. It sould have been Moby Blubbergut. But I stopped eatin' his pancakes and stooped to eating yoghurt and fruit and clams. And no more anchovy on the pizza. In more truth, pizza's totally out, too.
If he wanted, I’d call him boss, but we know each other too long to call each other anything but the Rev and Mouse. His hat size is bigger’n mine, and so’s his paycheck, but his heart’s big as a full moon out on the plains.
He’s havin’ a weenie roast for the Fourth of July. It’s annual.
Our pal-ship is perennial, though. He’ll cut straight across the draw and set a man straight if he sees he’s on the wrong trail or trailin’ when he ought to be out on point for a spell cuz of the dust.
He’s one of a kind and it’s been mostly funny with some clouds, like the weather in general hereabout, here lately.
It was a long dusty trail gettin' to here. Let's just hope the road is paved all the way home now.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nice photos, startling observations. Run and get a bucket, get the baby some beer.
Kat
Man
Do
Hanging on by a thread - don't cross the z-Line.
The functional properties of the human atrial essential myosin light chain (hALC-1) has never been evaluated in an intact heart preparation on the whole organ level. Functional examination of the chemically skinned ventricular fibers from a transgenic mouse model overexpressing the mouse ALC-1 showed a higher maximal shortening velocity (Vmax) when compared to non-transgenic mice: In the mouse heart, 95% replacement of mouse VLC-1 by the mouse ALC-1 was accompanied by a 1.78-fold increase in Vmax of shortening. However chemically skinned ventricular fibers of patients expressing the hALC-1 with 20% replacement of human VLC-1 by human ALC-1 showed 1.88-fold increase in maximal shortening velocity (Vmax). Although the data are consistent, it appears that the effect of mouse ALC-1 is attenuated as compared with hALC-1. These data suggest that there is a significant difference between the human and mouse ALC-1 isoforms at the functional level. To verify the functional efficiency of hALC-1 compared with mouse ALC-1 and to analyze hALC-1 functions in intact whole heart preparations, a transgenic rat-model overexpressing the hALC-1 was produced and characterized at the protein and functional levels.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sergeant Stryker, my arm's suffering from lack of pizzaz and I's wonderin' if it's cuz of my natural quantity of VLC-1 or should I just drink more buttermilk?--Private Pyles
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If you believe it is so, you should follow your heart as millions of brave Americans have. In other words, Private, I DON'T KNOW THAT! Do I look like a Corpsman to you? You go up to the Buttermilk Country, son, and become an honored member of the pantheon; and remember, the only V's you got to worry about as far as I'm concerned are V-0 and up. So go do your own thing with blood & sweat but no damned tears. It's how we did things when we filmed Stagecoach.--Duke
Buttermilk Family
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ukx5K5e6f80
Han Bennink live at Safe as Milk Festival in 2008
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIg_zUlg_Zg
BST/Sometimes In Winter (first LP)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D0HVYiMyq8
I may have to put this in the 4th of July thread.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I know there are more than two ways to skin a kat. What's puzzling me is precisely how to chemically skin ventricular fibers.
BTW, mr. mouse, are you collecting your fair share of royalties from say, The Jackson Laboratory (JAX® Mice Strains).
C57BL/6J-ApcMin/J
The C57BL/6J-ApcMin/J strain is highly susceptible to spontaneous intestinal adenoma formation. Homozygous mice are not viable. It was initially reported that one hundred percent of the C57BL/6J-ApcMin heterozygous mice raised on a high fat diet develop in excess of 30 adenomas throughout the intestinal tract and most die by 120 days of age. Heterozygotes also develop anemia. (Moser et al., 1990, Su et al., 1992). A small number of C57BL/6J-ApcMin heterozygous female mice develop mammary tumors. A subsequent publication indicates that this strain may carry a dominant modifier (Mom2) gene that reduces the number and incidence of polyp formation in C57BL/6J-ApcMin heterozygous mice (Silverman et al., 2002).
Money doesn't talk it swears. Some might even say fuuck you, Uncle Walt, show me the money.
(http://jaxmice.jax.org/list/cat481357.html);
Rednecks, don't know they ass from a hole in the ground, but they are free..
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Just call (in the morning)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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No strings to bind your hands. Sure glad Merrilee wasn't keelhauled.
Don't rush though the tears, turn the other cheek.
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junkYard Angel take two:
The song "Angel of the Morning" was written and composed by the songwriter Chip Taylor (né James Wesley Voight, the younger brother of the actor Jon Voight and the uncle of the actress Angelina Jolie). Taylor had also written and composed "Wild Thing," a hit for The Troggs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Well, podnuhs, it seems Dean Jones lives.
I'm sorry, I meant Wilby.
Oops, I meant Elwood.
I'm not doggin' ya, podnuhs.
Dean Jones lives (in Wikipedia and who am I to contradict John Dill's go-to reference?).
It seems unfair, somehow, that Hayduke only lives in fiction.
Ed Abbey's soul, being a vulture at one time (surely he's been re-incarnated from that evanescence by NOW--he's been dead longer than some of your mothers' father's), surely is wretching to have his worthy work associated with Walt.
I can hear him now.
"F*#k you, Walt, and that nag Widow-Maker on which you rode in...which you rode in on...on which you rode coming here, you big shiny-pants snake-oil-selling, flim-flamming so and so."
It is now the Fourth of July. We have just solved, zBrown, a puzzling matter for me. I wondered what to leave here with, so far as last posts till one comes home go. The wonders of collaboration never cease to flabbergast me.
Thanks for all the repartee, the music sharing, and the humor. I'm hoping you don't burn the meat when you grill tomorrow. It's the American Way. I prefer hamburgers on the Fourth, but eat what's offered. I'm saying this because I'm taking off shortly for Greeley Hill. Driving in the wee hours is far safer on the holidays, I'm finding.
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Dean is Ed Cooper. Believe it. His best ever performance. In front of a camera! :)
Happy Independence!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hey, Norton!
Sho' nuff I got moss all over my back.
Was that a shaggy dog I saw you with last night?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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What's up flame (and pie) throwers?
Your guess probably is not as good as mine, but all entries will be treated with the utmost respect. In any event if you're gonna trust someone, God seems to be a good choice.
Edit: This button does not work, but with some diligence on my part in may in the future - Get Back to the Future.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Doc, that's so weird and wild! Ed?"--Carson
I took this photo after midnight last night.
I was so very happy because I got my nut!
I still have the N trifecta, baby!
My ENTRIFECTION is my obsession.
Three on the Fourth the Second Time Around in Three Days!
One stands speechless...
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_for_the_Royal_Fireworks
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Hey, Grampie, did you go or what to the Hood River?
I NNNEED TO KNOW!
I'm waiting on going to Marthis's place cuz he said come up early but he's a late sleeper type when he can get away with it.
What's up with your crowd today?
And anyone else, what are you up to?
GENE, my stout-hearted man, what's happening on the mutually-agreed-on climbing we are going to do soon, I hope?
Pacem. Ex.
I have no bathroom window, so I'm leaving through the foont door.
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A very special and fond shout-out to Gypsy and neebee for all you say, show, and entertain n' educate. Thanks and have a Glorious Fourth, my dears!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Where have you been, MDYS?Weenie roast.
What have you seen, MMcDYS?Una placa desapareciendo de los alimentos.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Old Glory choked by terrorist weeds from all directions.
Don't be shocked, Ma, I'm only rusting.
Don't be shocked that I don't know the name of this purty thing with the sticky goo on it.
Gummy bears eat this sap.
This is not a digger pine any longer.
I've called that tree a digger pine my whole life.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinus_sabiniana
One kind of grayleaf pine.
http://www.conifers.org/pi/Pinus_coulteri.php
Another kind of pine formerly known as digger.
Another kind digger.
A lot of diggers.
Ex-cuuuuse me! Former diggers.
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Ottawa Doug
Social climber
Ottawa, Canada
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Dear Brian Birmingham,
It was a pleasure to meet you on June 14th in the office with Tom Evans.
Hope to see you again in the valley.
Cheers,
Doug
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Penon blanco, Penon de Gibraltar, so-called from their resemblance to triangular-shaped flags which hung fron lance-tips.
the Atwater display was visible, but too far distant to ever photograph. I tried and they all came out black.
I had a lot of trouble, apparently, with shaking when the shutter clicked. I had the telephoto cranked and had to leave the focusing to the autofocus. This stuff takes practice and experience.
Next 4th of July I'll try going over to Penon Blanco Peak.
An intensely interesting meeting at the viewing point on the Coulterville-Greeley Hill Road last night occured between Jeff and myself and another climber Jeff, a long-time partner of Mark Tuttle, another Merced climber now living in Atwater.
Jeff Stoddard lived in Merced till several months ago and is related directly to the Stoddard Stage Co. of Merced, as well as the lady who gave her all for the Merced Co. Library, Minette Stoddard.
The Stoddard line came into Coulterville from Hornitos and then went up the grade to Greeley Hill using a single team of horses, a distance of, I suppose five or six miles, following a creekbed and then attacking the ridge.
Jeff is now living someplace around Greeley Hill. He and the Rev gabbed and watched the 'works while I tried to photograph them. I had little success; or I suppose I should I say my expectations were far too high?
Dennis DeYoung of the rock band Styx wrote the song "Christopher, Mr. Christopher" for Styx's 1974 album Man of Miracles. The song reflects fondly of the story of Saint Christopher and laments the perceived downgrade of Saint Christopher's status in 1969; in DeYoung's words, "So when they took that saint away, all that's left were her fears".--Wikipedia
San Jaoquin should be the patron saint of hitchhikers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I've been aware of Coulteri long time, GI.
I have looked and looked but my observations in the Sierra Nevada feet found only the lonely Fremont and his ilk, the pine formerly known as digger, the common and mundane (quotidian, even?) P. sabineana .
I was laboring under a misunderstanding.
Now, through the wonders of Wikipedia, I find my fruitless quest has been as useless as Quixote's efforts: APPARENTLY, coulterii don't inhabit the range, but the Coastal and southern desert/mountain areas down into Mexico are their preference.
So there are no coulterii around Coulterville?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
thank you, :)
spent that day, with patty ann marie, painting and with a
campfire outside in back... and opened up the little tent...
nice quiet day, :)
will come back and see all the pics, soon!
:)
sure do like that little flower note from timid there, too...
will check out that flower, as well...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Way back when I left the Factory Outlet in 1980, Timothy, my younger ski bum brother and I started a firewood outfit, Frank's Firewood.
On trips through the area above the American's dredge piles up to Donner, I recall seeing the knobcone pines. (They seeeemed to be all on the left side of 80, though it might just have been the effects of some of Bruce Hamilton's brother's kick-butt Missouri Mule weed we were into at the time.)
I had never heard of plants that needed fire to help them reproduce.
This was some HOT info that kept me looking until I found some.
After that, I kept imagining that some former diggers, turned into terrorists for some radical reason, disguised as knobcones to put off Piss-Fir Willie and Smokey Bear, might have some whacked-out list of demands.
What the demands might be is moot. I had a good time and smoked a lot of good stuff looking for P. coulteri.
I must tell you, Tim is one cool feller. He took out a 60' Lodgepole and laid it next to a cabin's roof and nothing touched the cabin, not a branch of that tree. We bucked it in a hurry and set the branches into a big burn pile away from the place so the owner wouldn't have to do any hard work.
It was banditree, flat-out, but the tree leaned pretty bad, so Tim convinced me we'd be doing the owner a favor by removing the possibility of its dropping in on the cabin's users unexpectedly. I think Tim had done this before in his nefarious, errant-behaviorist mode (18-25), like when he took out the ski lift at Krunchwood.
A firework on the 4th of July
Gimmered a sec on the back of my eye
Then dispersed into sparks
Which destroyed several parks...
And then I woke up with a sigh
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Remember, humans cause up to 90% of wildfires.
So why don't you fireworks-crazy animals take it to the beach and gimme a break?
A shout-out to Brother Rone on the firing line!
Nice thread, there, Pig.
God bless Mackey and all those guys...it never ends.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sure ...
Noticias del Condado de Orange
A group of angry white folks in Santa Ana’s Wilshire Square Neighborhood have screamed so much about Mexicans sifting through their trash that Santa Ana’s waste company, Waste Management, is now testing trash cans designed to stop Alaskan bears from stealing trash, according to the O.C. Register.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Does a Yosemite bear scrounge for shift in the 'hoods?
Is the merry old pope being "favored" by the los carteles de basura?
Tacos de ayer, everyone's favorite novela, will return manana, bananya...
Canciones de cáscaras de plátano de mi padre/Linda Ron des Tat
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Ya no me cantes cigarra
Que acabe tu sonsonete
Que tu canto aquí en el alma
Como un puñal se me mete
I do not sing cicada
Let your singsong end
May your soul sing here in
Like a dagger gets me
Sabiendo que cuando cantas
Pregonado vas tu muerte
Marinero marinero
Dime si es verdad que sabas
Porque distinguir no puedo
Si en el fondo de los mares
Hay otro color más negro
Que el color de mis pesares
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming your death
sailor sailor
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can not distinguish
If the bottom of the seas
There is another black color
That the color of my sorrows
Un palomito al volar
Que llevaba el pecho herido
Ya casi para llorar
Me dijo muy afligido
Ya me canso de buscar
Un amor correspondido
Bajo la sombra de un árbol
Y al compás de mi guitarra
Canto alegre este huapango
Porque la vida se acaba
Y quiero morir cantando
Como muere la cigarra
A little dove to fly
Bearing a wounded breast
Was about to mourn
He told me very distressed
I'm tired of looking
A mutual love
Under the shade of a tree
And the beat of my guitar
Sing this huapango *
Because life is just
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/la-cigarra-lyrics-linda-ronstadt.html ]
Tr. by Google Trans-LATOR
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huapango
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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If I had a quarter and a nickel and it was quite afew years ago, I'd pump a gallon into my Ducati and scramble on up there to Santa Ana. What a trip. Could try to get over to Ascot.
Somehow this brings to mind junkYard
Angels.
Sure glad I wouldn't collide with anything.
Anyway, speaking of Orange (the city, not the county) Chapman University, which I always called Chapman College, lays claim to being the fifth most expensive University in California.
Located in Orange, CA, Chapman University has an annual tuition fee of $31,700, $908 internal fees, and up to $11,880 for room and boarding.
For that much you'd think a free photo would be in order.
(USC, Stanford, Santa Clara, USD).
Sure glad I don't have five kids to send to college.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Looking for some shade during last week's heat wave, I began by traveling up to Mariposa and then went to Washburn point that evening. I kicked around and had an iced coffee, then went up to the Mariposa jail. Never been there; Yosemite jail is another tale.
It's not hard to find the Catholic graveyard. The secular one is over by the Rest Area/Bus Stop shenanigans, so it doesn't seem very peaceful and there isn't very good shade.
Of course, all the dead who are buried are in the shade, huh?
I decided to find a more relaxing place with a Good Shade rating from Eternal Rest's Best After-Death Cabana Issue. It turned out to be several years old.
A major root canal was in progress, apparently.
I couldn't get this image out of my mind after this once-mighty pine made like a wooden obelisk. Thanks, dude...
I went up a wood stairway to the top of the Catholic City of the Dead, ST. Joseph's churchyard/stairway-to-heaven.
It was peaceful, not a soooul around, manner of speaking.A brief but important word from the Tomb Stone-Master.
Bears a second look and some respect.
Looking away from the church to the hillside.
A native mineral, Mariposite. A native miner, maybe.
And then I hit the road, slowly.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Extreme violence. No Care Bears here.
As you reap just wheat that you sow,
So you also should eat the sow you keep in the wheat.
Mmmm...bacon and cheap beer!
--Brewer E. Mouse
In the Sunday "Bonus, Please!" round we have the Original and Wandering Narcoleptic instead of the usual 60-Minutes re-run.
http://melaniehamlett.com/2013/04/
A bien touch...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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That's a rather large bear, I'm sure glad he isn't in Santa Ana.
Santa Ana be damned. Largo is askin' for 90 minutes (sounds like a name for TV show), I only need 8.5 (that's minutes, not seconds).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This bike was flying up the GP road.
These guys know flying.
This flag should not be flying.
This heron isn't flying, but he kept his distance. Sorry about the blurred focus, but I'm vision-impaired. And it's totally next to impossible to sneaky-pete in over that flat ground in the heat without the heron noticing and making his bird. I couldn't even think about it, the ground and the cobbles were all so hot. Heat wave, remember? The pool forms only when the irrigation canal reaches a certain high flow--there's an active leak the M.I.D. can't seem to fix. It's probably not a significant number of gallons to worry over.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Good history is passed history. I got a D this semester. It's all good."
http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-3445_162-57592359/photography-that-changed-the-way-we-view-war/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_American_Civil_War_battles
Battles rated by CWSAC
The American Battlefield Protection Program (ABPP) was established within the United States National Park Service to classify the preservation status of historic battlefield land. In 1993, the Civil War Sites Advisory Commission (CWSAC) reported to Congress and the ABPP on their extensive analysis of significant battles and battlefields. Of the estimated 8,000 occasions in which hostilities occurred in the American Civil War, this table and related articles describe the 384 battles that were classified in CWSAC's Report on the Nation's Civil War Battlefields. In addition to the status of battlefield land preservation (not included in this table) CWSAC rated the military significance of the battles into four classes, as follows:
Class A – Decisive: A general engagement involving field armies in which a commander achieved a vital strategic objective. Such a result might include an indisputable victory on the field or be limited to the success or termination of a campaign offensive. Decisive battles had a direct, observable impact on the direction, duration, conduct, or outcome of the war.
Class B – Major: An engagement of magnitude involving field armies or divisions of the armies in which a commander achieved an important strategic objective within the context of an ongoing campaign offensive. Major battles had a direct, observable impact on the direction, duration, conduct, or outcome of the campaign.
Class C – Formative: An engagement involving divisions or detachments of the field armies in which a commander accomplished a limited campaign objective of reconnaissance, disruption, defense, or occupation. Formative battles had an observable influence on the direction, duration, or conduct of the campaign.
Class D – Limited: An engagement, typically involving detachments of the field armies, in which a commander achieved a limited tactical objective of reconnaissance, defense, or occupation. Limited battles maintained contact between the combatants without observable influence on the direction of the campaign.
http://www.militarymuseum.org/Mariposa1.html
"In April 1846, Savage, his family, and his brother, Morgan, decided to migrate to California and traveled to Independence, Missouri, where they joined the party of former Missouri Governor Liburn Boggs for the trip to California. Along the trail, both his wife and child died. The journey west covered six months; the party arrived in California in late October 1846."--see link above
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jerry moved to the deadhead thread. I felt like I might have a seizure.
Maybe this should go over on the other thread.
Garcia came up with "Grateful Dead" by opening a Funk & Wagnalls dictionary to an entry for "Grateful dead"... The definition for "Grateful Dead" was "a dead person, or his angel, showing gratitude to someone who, as an act of charity, arranged their burial"
Sure glad he didn't turn to junkYard Angel. Bob woulda been pissed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Not too long ago I threw away a Sony TV that I bought in 1976. It still worked fine and had an excellent display. It never had a repair or any problem what-so-ever (unless you count trying to give away an almost 40 year old TV - no racism intended here (just ask Rudy, Fidel, Vincent, & Salvador for four) but Mexicans will take anything).
Which brings me to the subject of toilets. We have three, if you don't count the ground cover in the backyard, which Ruby prefers (I'll admit to using now and then also).
I "rebuilt" all three recently. Why is it that perfection in water closet engineering has eluded all the folks who make a pretty penny (or at least a cellphone loudspeaker magnet) selling this stuff?
It's rather disgusting the manufacturer of two of mine, chose to exploit Dorothy's little dog.
I thought that was a buckboard, but on second glance it appears to be a harvestor above. Sure glad that Toto didn't fall in.
Don't get me started on child labor today.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The following brought to you by the makers of RadioShack Superlock Fasteners and the makers of
Longreen Corporation of San Gabriel.
Pecos, meet Dorothy and Toto.
Sounds like a whirlwind romance, in which case:
He may need all the steed he can get, you bet,
If she decides to play the coquette, all hard to get.
Rolling Stones/You Cannot Catch Me, No, No, You'll Never Catch This Dorothy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC_AmARJrEw
Gone like a cool breeze.
Roadkill Resistance urges you to reduce your speed, however, especially around water sources like canals and creeks and rivers and lakes.
And for your own safety and that of your passengers, buckle up in any moving vehicle.
Excepting motorcycles...
Child labor, ha! Shine dem shoes, boy!
There is a bigger similarity between the terms digger and nigger than just their rhyming sounds, Jim. Some similarities are just naturally bigger, maybe? You're hung up on your big vocabulary, Jim. Get over it. there are guys out there who can use words lots bigger than narcississus and Native American.
Anyway, my neighbor,CO, poor boy, had lots of chores and these were the trad things all kids gotta do in the suburban lifestyle, until the Mexican gardener became cheaper and more a part of life.
We mainly cut the grass, but we cleaned garages (CO had a breezeway, no gaage), emptied wastebaskets, burned the garbage (we could do so back then in most counties) or hauled it out to the curb, raked leaves, swept driveways, washed cars, helped paint/wallpaper, pulled weeds, cleaned pools, shoveled snow, but no firewood cutting, manure spreading, stock feeding, cow tipping, cap-tipping (nobody wore ball capps back then), or herding, none of that country stuff.
CO and I were really not country, just lived a suburban-type lifestyle in a hick town, picking up on surf music, drag racing, skateboarding several months after these became the norm down in LA or over in The City. Our teen music scene is reflective of that time lag. Our book-buying habits used to be that way. The internet's really changed much of that for a good part of the society.
Kids still gotta do chores, though. No getting around that.
Glad I'm not a kid anymore. I hated that pool cleaning job.
I didn't mind having to fire up the incinerator up in Sacramento, though. That was special time alone--it was not the best smell, depending on what was in the barrel, so nobody came around.
CO did not have a brother to "share" the work. I had two. One was too young to be relied on. The other was too lazy to do anything much beyond the absolute minimum he could get away with which he could get. He was always out hunting or some jive, so I got saddled with much more than was fair, dammit!
I am an easy mark, though. Mom loved me best.
All this is work--gots to take me some Ease with Jerry and the Unkwicks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLKzUVOdR4M
Oregon, here I come.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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THE RECORD.
Seems like some people are very wise here on our stage. They keep saying things that make sense.
It behooves us to remember a few from time to time and to stash them where we can review them. There are "Quotes Threads" aplenty on the Taco, from our favorite ones to those of WBraun. It's quote Quite a big list. Unquote.
http://www.supertopo.com/forumsearch.php?v=0&cur=0&ftr1=Quotes&ftr2=&ftr3=&ftr4=&scope=topics
Here are two I'd like to share from here lately.
Quote Seems these things bug me more than they did 10 to 20 years ago when I was being a serious climber. Perspective on life has changed I guess and perhaps it's like the older guys were telling me when I was a youngster.
Anyway once again I come back from the valley ..where my heart calls Home.. Affected a bit.. I suppose better to focus on what a great day climbing I had with new friends and especially getting back down to the river and watching smiling kids jumping in.. New life living a beautiful dream. Unquote. --Climbski2
That's one. Here's one from Pat Ament.
Quote I felt I would be
doing the route for the wrong reason. And usually when we do
something for the wrong reason it doesn't turn out very well.
I never quite got around to that solo, but in my heart I believed
I was only a couple of handjams from already having done it.
Those strange turns of youth. Unquote.
I simply want you to see how important are our puntuation marks and how much time and confusion they save, especially these sets of twins.
Teacher: Werner, please use "quotidian" in a sentence for the class.
Werner: OK. "His, quote, 'stupid remarks,' were quoted, Ian, somewhat 'out of context.' How utterly stupid was that?"
Teacher: That will be fine. Thank you.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You can break my bones
With your sticks and stones
And throwing turds
Will surely hurt me
So don't.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Where have you gone, my nine-digit son?
I've gone to the place that's the Best: Stockton.
RIP Captain Trips.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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One for the boob thread, RIP.
Can you dig it, Doug?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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1951 Henry J Custom Woody
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2013 - 02:56am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Today in 1952, John Tesh was born. He is the anti-Cobain.--Disalmaniac Teeted on Titter
Fletcher e-mailed me that today is John's birthday.
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Gimme, gimme some hemorrhoids, instead of listening to more of this!
Gimme, gimme the rack, my friend, because you're gonna die up there!
Gimme, gimme the stash, my friend, cuz I'm gonna roll another one...
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The PINK BEAR distracted her, you can see it on the replay.
Nice changeup, there, zRubber.
Most gymnasts can't even wind up above the pitcher's mound, yet she's all over hers.
How's her pick-off move, I wonder?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2013 - 03:39am PT
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The Bugs Bunny change-up.
A changeup is a type of pitch in baseball. The changeup is the staple off-speed pitch, usually thrown to look like a fastball but arriving much slower to the plate. Its reduced speed coupled with its deceptive delivery is meant to confuse the batter's timing. It is meant to be thrown the same as a fastball, but simply farther back in the hand, which makes it release from the hand slower but still retaining the look of a fastball. A changeup is generally thrown 8–15 miles per hour slower than a fastball. If thrown correctly, the changeup will confuse the batter because the human eye cannot discern that the ball is coming significantly slower until it is around 30 feet from the plate. For example, a batter swings at the ball as if it was a 90 mph fastball but it is coming at 75 mph which means he is swinging too early to hit the ball well, making the changeup very effective.
Other names include change-of-pace, Bugs Bunny change-up, the dreaded equalizer, and simply change. The changeup is sometimes called an off-speed pitch, although that term can also be used simply to mean any pitch that is slower than a fastball. In addition, before at least the second half of the twentieth century, the term slow-ball was used to denote pitches not a fastball or breaking ball, which almost always meant a type of changeup. Therefore, the terms slow-ball and changeup could be used interchangeably.
[Click to View YouTube Video]3/5 of a mile in less time than it takes to eat dis carrot, doc.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2013 - 12:55pm PT
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Sure, call me Norman. I'm OK with that, cowboy. I won't need the bike, but that's one smart and plucky bear.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 10, 2013 - 02:20pm PT
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Never heard of a bear ordering monkey chow on eBay, but this little kid bought a car. If papa is smart he'd make it into a classic woody.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 10, 2013 - 04:27pm PT
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In the old days the area which includes Chicano Park was called Logan Heights. It's now Barrio Logan and my junior high school friend Mike Schnorr had a lot to to with the murals.
Unfortunately, a while back Mike walked up the road in the background onto the Coronado Bridge and jumped to his death.
When we attended a memorial for Mike I was pleased to see that this place was still in business.
First went there in 1966 (and it was already 34 years old) when it was much smaller and the only name we ever called it was the "old man's". The old woman made the tortillas in the back.
That's them apparently in 1935.
There's even a modern day video, which sadly just makes me wonder what happened to the good old days. Turn down the sound.
http://vimeo.com/30120701
How to make 'em.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2013 - 07:07pm PT
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I'll let these out of my picture file. They need to be shown.
Things under wraps seldom do much good and we can easily forget about them, good intentions notwithstanding.
Open sesame.A gate to the horizontal.
The E. Fork of the Chowch; going east on the 49 heading for Nip and Oakhurst, home to some of the stupidest traffic in the Foothills.
Looks like a water meadow next to Yellow Pines or I'm no camper.
Insects in the flash. Corn irrigating at Planada. The corn is not eatin' corn, sweet and tasty. It's what the farmer might tell you. He'll say it's for Corn Nuts, inferior for boiling. I "find" corn and this was found to be good enough for Mr. Food.
Insects in the flash. Pines at sunclipse on the 41 into the Valley, Mecca, Ahwahnee, you know the place.
The same sunclipse.
Shot at Washburn Point on July 2, next morning at dawn.
This is the original. It pays to look carefully at photos you want to use before you post them. In honesty, the Simon boys were with me and alerted me to the hummer just after I took the shot. He was gone when I looked up.
Blossome.
Like the hummer, these geese were only caught by the camera at this long range because the Simon boys again yelled at me and I got lucky!
A dragonfly. MID Main Canal, Snelling Road.
Twofer.
There is a ring from a rising trout, dear Casual Observers.
I suspect these may be the two geese from the picture above.
The dictum is that the assistants need to keep their eyes open when the photographer is occupied. They gave me two big head ups and here's a SHOUT for you two worthies.
I was occupied with trying to shoot rings on the river from trout rising when the geese sailed by like sixty.
I was standing right here when the geese flew over. Lucky me!
The geese live at the other end of this bass pond. The ponds on the property are fed by a year-round ditch that runs along Merced Falls Road, more or less. With no supply from the slightly-higher ditch, the ponds would not be there, just cobble piles. The MID controls access to the water in the river. Mike and Michelle, the OLDER Berminghams, rely on a well for all domestic uses.
And the river keeps a-talkin'.
And I keep on listenin'.
It has a message for me every time.
They are always different, depending on moods, both of ours.
Did I tell you the river is cold? And deadly. The current's really strong here, though it seems flat, huh?
"Montana in the back yard," is a good review of the fishing here.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 10, 2013 - 08:30pm PT
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Carry on my friend. That's a rare sychronized geese shot there.
The lady? She came from Baltimore. Story goes that all she wore was lace.
Didn't know Rick did this one, but don't overlook Tim Hardin and Johnny Cash
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2013 - 11:02pm PT
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The hoddest job of them all, balancing bricks in a hod while climbing on an inclined plane with rungs.
City of Bricks/Rascal van Russ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tb4fH3S4MdM
Lord Baltimore, for whom the city of Baltimore is named, was born in Kent in luxury.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecilius_Calvert,_2nd_Baron_Baltimore
Abe Lincoln, for whom probably more cities, towns, and so forth are named than any lord, lady, or saint was born in poor doin's on the Sinking Spring Farm in Hardin County, Kentucky.
Marcel just posted this to me via e-mail. We were discussing the arrival of photography using exposed plates vs. Daggurreotypes in relation to the period of the Civil War, the War Against Northern Oppression, the War Between the STates, you know the one.
I believe there's a distinct resemblance to Jim Donini on that craggy rail-splitter's mug.
The Taco Town Tattler reports in a recent headline:
Lincoln Rolls!! Memorial Rocks when Abe hears he looks like famous climbing guru. The NPS has launched an investigation into the allegations.
The Baltimore Plot was an alleged conspiracy in late February 1861 to assassinate President-elect Abraham Lincoln en route to his inauguration. Allan Pinkerton, founder of the Pinkerton National Detective Agency, played a key role by managing Lincoln's security throughout the journey. Though scholars debate whether or not the threat was real, clearly Lincoln and his advisors believed that there was a threat and took actions to ensure his safe passage through Baltimore, Maryland.
E. A. Poe.
There was a poet nevermore to be seen, him being dead and all.
http://www.zazzle.com/spooky_tree_card_edgar_allan_poe_quote-137064967534107853
Fifth grade saw the dawning of a glimmer of an understanding about how important it is to scare oneself occasionally.
I feel like I've missed out. I never tried Amontillado. Now I don't imbibe alcoholic beverages. EXCEPT this glass of wine, a rare five-day zin. Day one, open it and drink of it. Days two-three-four-five pass with no cork in the bottle, left out on the (clean) counter way off in the kitchenette there.
Nah, I think I'll go for a drive instead.
Manana.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 10, 2013 - 11:28pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, i have been busy this summer, with yard, so not here much, and don't stay long, due to dial up, :(
well, THIS has been very NICE and fun! love the merced countryside and
all the neat pics... i WANT so make you a surprise with some of them, later
in the year... very nice stuff!!!
say, thanks for the restaurant share, too...
we always had fresh homemade tortillas... my ex mother in law's were best, but i like how i make mine now... as i keep the lard out, :))
it is somewhere in the middle of tortilla and chapati, is better said...
but sure does the 'use it well' trick, :)
happy to see all this adventure from you!!!!!
happy more trails and god bless, as he continually has been! :)
zbrown--our whole town was far more mexican than others, when i was in south texas, and all of our families there, relatives etc, DID accept anything! you are so true, as to that... and no 'race'harm done by you... it is just the way of life in south texas:
USE what you are fortunate enough to have come your way! nothing was wasted... (except sadly, unless the dad was an alcoholic then, the whole home slowly went to waste, for those connected to such --but that is true EVERYWHERE for all)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2013 - 11:54pm PT
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Thank you, soul sister neebee!
My little patch, this county, it's all I have to share mostly, so that's that. I think a little interest in the places we trail through is good for any traveler, climber or other.
HISTORY, THEIR STORY IS BETTER
All towns have histories. All towns have mysteries.
In Snelling Mike kept his bees. In Canoga Park live the MisterEs.
We find things out shooting the breeze. Every chance meeting you should seize.
Let folks know that you come in peace. [close!] And cross your eyes and wear tie-dyed tees.
They'll look at you like you have disease. But be polite and cover your sneeze.
You'll be surprised at with which ease you find out about their own family trees.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 11, 2013 - 04:34am PT
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I come here to shelter from stormy threads, not simply to do what it is ever that I do here.
Like in the old Twilight Zone, where the producers assured us viewers of certain things, I feel I'm a git more in controll here on the Flams.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I never made it up the first pitchof the climb in the Valley. Technically, it's in the Merced Gorge, not Yosemite Valley. And to complete the geographical trifecta, the Merced Canyon begins at El Partal, at the base of the George.
Valley,, George, Canon.
I'm feel at times like I am absolutely in 100% controll here.
No, no you can't catch me.
I'm gone like a coon breeze.
I'm feel at times I'm wrong about that, toon.
See-saw teeters up
And teeters down all at once
I'm left high and dry
See-saw teeters down
But it can't teeter sideways
At least I have that
This land of ours has shrunk. Think of the vasty distance you formerly needed to travel to get places that now only take a few tanks of gas.
Then compare that to something infinitely more vast. This Taco and its relation to the size of the WorldWideWeb (sheesh! world-wide...impressive)is not even close to a comparison of the universe.
It's beyond my need to know
The speed of light is really slow
Comparing it to Cosmic Flow
Of which engender'd is this show.
Someone's gotta be drivin' this bus, and it's not
MFM
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 12, 2013 - 03:22pm PT
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After six days of 101 to 102 degree fever and a throat I can barely get some spit down, I'm going all Indian on myself.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 12, 2013 - 05:54pm PT
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hey there say, oh my, :O
zBrown, praying for you to get better soon! :O
hope that stuff works, too, by the way...
i only know chicken soup, with real broth, not the fake stuff in the stores... or, tea and honey... or tea and cinnamon sticks...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 12, 2013 - 07:54pm PT
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Currying Flavor-flav's favor by curing a fever with some curry-like spice isn't going to do it.
And don't ignore this Senor, senor.Sincere best wishes for a nice get-well.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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Jul 12, 2013 - 11:03pm PT
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Watch out for those mustard plasters! They do a good job of drawing blood to wherever you may need it to be sure, but you can wind up with some pretty good burns on your skin, too.
+1 for neeb's homemade chicken broth, too. Magic stuff.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 13, 2013 - 11:50am PT
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Thanks for all the good wishes. I had not considered mustand plaster. I will have to look into it. On the brighter side, my latest blood work indicates that my problem is not due to the thyroid medication (methimazole) that I am currently taking, but that I am infected by something.
Turmeric is something I had started on at one point and then got off track. I'm getting back on track with it. Google around and you'll see that it possibly plays a role in staving of Alzheimers, builds the immune system, and interferes in pathways essential to the development of cancerous tumors.
The milk concoction actually tastes pretty good.
got the silver, the gold, the blow and the king (from my internet research those old kingish seem to have an affinity for women)
Happy Birthday Keith (in some few months - we share the date with Speilberg)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 13, 2013 - 12:07pm PT
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but wait, there's more ...
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and
Ironwood Michigan farm house where my mom was born 12-23-1917. Don't know the date here, but it seems to be winter.
Los Tres, May 1949
Stocky little feller is me, pre acquistion of white line fever.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 14, 2013 - 04:08pm PT
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In the Calenviroscreen rankings, Merced warrants three:
Note that "high" scores are not considered good here.
95340 - highest 11-15%
95341 - highest 1-5%
95348 - highest 6-10%
Chula Vista
91911 - highest 6-10%
These rankings appear to be based upon about forty variables which range all over the map [pun].
Lost my place, i knew I shoulda saved that spreadsheet. Will return with Yosemite.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2013 - 06:09pm PT
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Hey, Doll, freakin' at the Fresno Balls takes a lot of gall.
The "Hook" name was inspired by Sawyer's eyepatch and a reference to "Captain Hook" of the Peter Pan fairy tale, though, humorously, because Captain Hook was neither a doctor nor wore an eyepatch. The "medicine show" and "doctor" (referring to the shows common in the 19th century) were intended as tongue-in-cheek warning against drug abuse. Ray Sawyer lost an eye in a near-fatal car crash in Oregon in 1967, and has worn an eyepatch ever since. To this day, Sawyer is mistakenly considered Dr. Hook because of the eyepatch he wears.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Hook_%26_the_Medicine_Show
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A feel-better Hawaiian tune for ya, zeebee.
...Who remembers three-dot journalism?...It's been too long, Herb. And then Art Hoppe quit the biz, too...Di Fi is still cranking, though...The Hungry i lost its dot the other day, but it was returned to Enrico Banducci by a homeless man who shall remain homeless as well as nameless...Enrico bought him a drink and gave him a fin, ending the story...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hungry_i
Do you suppose there just might be a place at the virtually empty Fresno climbing area called The Balls, and that there might be a route or dome named the Freakers' Ball?
Further, if one were to climb it, it would it be as a solo climb, correct?
I could milk this turmeric topic unmercifully.
But it would take a lot of gall, but no galls. I used to think oak "puffballs" were oak tree seeds, not tealizing I'd been put on by a friend of my brother; it did not occur to me for years and years that they produce acorns. I just found it out that these balls are galls.
Oui, c'est vrai.
Oak galls, a twofer.
http://www.infoplease.com/encyclopedia/science/gall-botany.html
when I contacted this website, a bear came tearing through the web-page's print and calmly walked off. No shut.
The Valley of the Dolls was one movie I wish I'd never seen, back in 1967. I used to go into SF for a movie, seeing that and Bonnie & Clyde, among a handful or them. Just a short time later later on August 8, 1969, the hippies from The Valley of San Fernando used their gall to fuel the Tate-LaBianca slaughter. I was in Yosemite that week.
The world is twice as full of freaks now, as I wee it. The internet stockings are at fault. They are so sexy and everyone wants a pair of something.
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I finally got some sleep last night. It's what I was looking for.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2013 - 07:34pm PT
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The magic elixirizer.
Lots und lots of zees, bubby.
Dreaming about climbing again, I realized the slides that Jim Shirley sent last were still in the little electronic storage device, so I looked them over and we really need more climbing content, so...
MAGENTA WARNING ON MONDAY MORNING!!!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2013 - 07:45pm PT
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It escapes me, the name of this climb on Tahquitz. It could be the Innominate and I would not be surprised were it to be that. Who can tell me the name of this route? Is it The Gulp, The Swallow, or Opening Post/Nasal Drip Continuation?
Somebody throw me a rope here!
Shirley, someone knows.
And then we climbed over on the West Face Route, a stout Robbins 5.7 which seemed harder than it had ten years earlier. I was a weekend warrior by this time, not a Yosemite resident climber. It's a long, slow slide to inactivity.
Back to the climbing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2013 - 07:56pm PT
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I'll run ya for the pink slip to that pedal ride, zB, or any lingerie item you choose. But you have no chance, just like Superbird.
Said come out zBrown with your hands held high,
Drop your guns, baby, and reach for the sky.
I've got you surrounded and you ain't got a chance,
Gonna send you back to Chula, make you work on your ranch,
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2013 - 08:39pm PT
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Posted yesterday to the Mouse/sushi thread on TVTV, this plate is my spur-of-the-moment nouvelle cuisine effort, using found kitchen comestibles. The beets could not be beat. Best Beets Ever!
I have myself on a Riley Wyna kinda dining kick (it's not a DIET, for X's sake) that includes many things which are good for me. Layton's ideas on cuisine would be odd only if he were not healthy and vigorous. There is no reason to argue. Layton was right to eat to satisfy himself.
I may not be very strong and my aerobic capacity limited by asthma, but there is no denying the call to climb. There is no denying the call to pee several times in the course of one night,either. Age is not my enemy, but inactivity and lazy eating habits.
How many times must one fall off a horse or a bicycle before he realizes why? The answer is rhetorical as well, but my point is that if you lose your focus you may be bucked off the horse or lose your balance. Mr. Chimpanini says "consistent diet;" Doc Wyna says "full-on vegan."
The yoghurt mouse is non-Vegan. I gave Jimonini a jar of special pickled beets put up by Geri "Jerry" Brown from the Farmers' Mkt. I finished my own jar yesterday, but before I did, I had added carrots slice into sticks. They are hiding under the beets in the photo, which are hidden by the red-colored pepper ring and the parti-colored mouse with pickle ears and celery stem tail.
Jim, the diet consistency tip is brilliant. Thank you.
Riley, the vegan style is a bit more than I want and thank you for the tips and your concern for our health; but I love buttermilk and Greek yoghurt is a classic, especially with honey added. It makes a wonderful dressing for Waldorf salade a la Souris, which adds cranberries. I follow my instincts with recipes of this type. I care that cranberries are good for me and you. But the bottom line here is they taste great in many salads, where raisins lack ZING!
A man should not eat only tacos, but Taco Sauce is good on most things.
The Cranberries/Animal Instinct
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V8kov4sNew
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2013 - 08:51pm PT
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The Boast Guard has issued a statewide MAGENTA WARNING which affects the entire state of Taconia.
It is expected to last quite some time.[Click to View YouTube Video]
MisterE and JustTheMaid, THIS was how we traveled to Tahquitz from Canoga Park (with no wasted time, believe me!) before the freeway went through. Colorado Blvd. really sucked.Chevy rocks!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2013 - 09:20am PT
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Yesterday.
Old Glory seems slightly off-color because the sun was so bright and at such a low angle and filtered by cloudage, etc, etc.
Yesterday.
Today.
Hope your day's as bright as that sun, everyone!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2013 - 02:00pm PT
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Timid
here's the tree you mentioned earlier just after the Fourth, the foxtail pine. These seem to be some righteous specimens. And it's a quality photo, like you'd expect crap from a Muench.
I know, the trees are not foxtails.
Muenches handing out crap, after all.
I haven't got a clue, really, except that I was checking "Olmstead Point" on GoogImage and this was there and the trees looked VERY familiar, like I had just looked at the top photo and went, "Look big for foxtails" and "How does fire get started way up there?"
So.. .. .. ..
Comment?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2013 - 02:21pm PT
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I just wanted to get to the top of a new page.
zBrown,
First things first.
I don't know what comes next.
Help.
Calling all cars: help.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
versus
[Click to View YouTube Video]In commiseration with anyone who loses their homes in the current fire season for sure anyone around Idyllwild; and in like commiseration with anyone who loses a pony this next winter, absolutely.
Comments on Youtube
howard Damn hippies
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amber I'm 13 and obsessed with this song lol!!
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Brian Its a good song to be obsessed with Amber...
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clayton Farthest thing from a hippie there is. Do your research BEFORE you comment.
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Some dude Those were the days when love was real......
Where's t*r? Anyone know? Just curious.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2013 - 03:24pm PT
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JT Smith/Fool's Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avfpsHLWikQ
Six months!
God seemed unhappy, but He was patient, infinitely moreso than old Job.
He wondered, though, as he sipped his Keystone Light, "Jesus! How long must he hesitate?"
Jesus replied, "First, you know the answer, so just answer me this: How long before you get sick of swilling that devil's piss?"
His Pop grinned and chuckled, then said, "It's free swill, jackass. Why drink if it costs you? Remember that trick you pulled at Cana? And I choose to drink it. Free will and swill. Killer!"
Hat Tuno/Hestitation Blew It
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjfhsLuOEWI
Get better now...why hesitate?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2013 - 10:35pm PT
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http://alligator-sunglasses.com/
rSin,
when I came across this, I naturally thought of you...
Your screen name fits right in, Mr. Firestarter rSin.
Welcome to the Flames clubhouse.
You should keep trying, by all means.
If I were you, I'd check out macebook.
or macespace
Except it's gotten so commercialized you want to go back to macebook.
It's a vicious circle.
Cheers, bro.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2013 - 11:27pm PT
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I'm lost in a fog of a forest of bristlecone, juniper, and foxtail. So it goes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 17, 2013 - 12:16am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]If you want to get a person's attention, this method, conceived by Elmore Leonard, can work well.
It can be taken to the limit at times, but the point is that it DOES help to get pissed off on occasion.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 17, 2013 - 01:57am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Beets art thy friends.
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/mangel-wurzel
They are not, as some feel, just to feed to cattle.
BTW, who remembers the Hwy 99 Manteca Stockyard next door to the Spreckels sugar beet refinery? Stinky-poo x 50!
Mice are made of yoghurt, a wholesome but bland-tasting food.
Carrots, celery, pickles.
What's so disgusting
'bout what we're discussing?
Don't go there, sistah!
In all truth, I know many don't care for beets. I'll take yours. You eat my hummus. But wait--I haven't got any for you because I never buy it for myself. It's not disgusting, it's revolting!
See? We all got likes and dislikes.
No need to get upset,
Just talk about it, you bet.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
So sue me over a dead duck, Werner!
Better now. :-)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 17, 2013 - 08:33am PT
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In roaming over threads I've never visited, I checked into the Aerobic Workout Thread this morning. I want to say that I agree with Jogill. You said it, "Hard core thread."
I have asthma, so it's the killer-be-killed thread, to me. But I wish I could partake in the rigors. I used to ride to work and home eighteen miles. It's beyond me now, as I can't get up to speed on my bike any more. Just cruising around YV takes much more effort than such easy terrain used to take. And the rises aren't tough, they are exceedingly gentle. Even Merced is a pain, because riding a bike in traffic you need to be on top of your game and I can't speed up fast because my knees are so dang beat up.
I alxo have heart issues.
Atrial fibrillation and many forms of working out are incompatible, I have read. Lying down, bending, a lot of positions can trigger problems.
I really got stoked for a while on taking a class with Eileen.I saw this exhibition on Saturday the 29th of June. I decided that I was not capable of keeping up with this crew of sweet No-Sweat-Hogs. I was too old.
I was bummed and decided to do it myself. I'm only doing stairs in the building, but regularly. The pace is my own. I don't compete or show off. Just git 'er done and rest.
Leave the rest of it for the younger crowd.
Cheers, everyone! Have a great morning.
Going to look for some more birds this a.m.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 18, 2013 - 07:44am PT
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Short story.
THE DREAM ENDURES/THE DREAM ENDS
Sometimes, the end of a dream is the best part, like when you realize that you have to pee, and NOW, because in the dream you were drowning in the upper Merced River and about to go cascading over Vernal Fall at the same time. And who wants to make an ass of oneself as well as putting and end to same? Not I.
This all began as I was begun myself, with sex. I must say, first, that in this episode yours truly is aged 26. By this time in my life I had accomplished two or three major climbing goals. I had gone up the Salathe and managed to stay alive and in one piece and my partner didn’t feel like killing me at the end of the route. Major accomplishment here, and one to crow about in the years ahead. We two had eclipsed the speed record of the second ascent party. We crushed their time. We spent six days up there in all kinds of weather. We also smoked way more Colombian than they had.
Well, the sex came after that, and it was okay, I guess.
I knew I wanted more, so the NW Face of Half Dome was next on the tick list. Maybe I could get some more sex, too.
This came about the end of August that year, and Coco and myself raced up the world’s oldest Six in just over sixty hours. A modicum of effort got us safely down the treacherous descent. We skipped down the trail, knowing we were about to get very WET, very soon.
We came to Emerald Pool.
Emerald Pool is a small, shallow lake located immediately above Vernal Fall in Yosemite National Park. It is named for its deep green color, which is caused by algae living on the rocks at the bottom of the pool. In the summertime during diminished water flow, the Silver Apron (a smooth granite slope over which the Merced River flows into the Emerald Pool) is frequently (albeit illegally) used by hikers as a water slide. Swimming or wading in the Emerald Pool or entering the Silver Apron is prohibited by the National Park Service as waders or swimmers have been swept over Vernal Fall. This prohibition is clearly marked with signs.
I had been a competitive swimmer in school, nationals and all that, and so I slid down into the water in violation of the rules. It was shocking after all the heat. My body immediately went into cramps. I stiffened and could only move my feet, legs, arms under the water with great sweeping gluts of pain engulfing me, the small back spasms incredibly painful.
As I realized I was still underwater, I also sensed a powerful current tugging me irresistibly in the wrong direction. Ooops!
I had not stepped in this one, I had slid boisterously down the slab into the water like an otter oughter. I was no otter, gamboling. I was suddenly a poor drowning victim and a falls fool to boot! I thought to myself, just before waking, there goes the sex, and I WAS GONNA DIE!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 18, 2013 - 07:52am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 18, 2013 - 10:10am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 18, 2013 - 01:40pm PT
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ACUTE BACTERIAL SINUSITUS
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Gives a boy pause, start looking past instead away down Gower Avenue.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 18, 2013 - 03:11pm PT
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Thanks Timid. I have for the most part avoided antibiotics in my life. This may be the third time. I am reluctantly taking Amoxicillin and Clavulanate Potassium, which is testimony to just how rotten I've been feeling. It's a ten day course (2000 twice/day). I am hoping to cutoff at three days, although this is not recommended.
Non-prescription boosters:
Ascorbic Acid Shades of Linus Pauling
N-acetylcysteine (NAC) This is good for a number of reasons
Looking into these:
Bromelain
Quercetin
Undecylenic acid (10-undecanoic acid)
There is a very powerful probiotic, VSL#3, which should be used with caution.
More on what I've discovered later.
Anyway, what good is a Flames post without at least some mention of fasterners.
The keys are rumoured to reside with these folks:
but there are nine locks and only eight keyholders?
that last would of course be the Prince:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 18, 2013 - 03:46pm PT
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I'm listening to Musical Migrations.
Dude's singing about "I'm in Limbo now."
Just how low were you?
And how low can you go?
I've never gone so low as to cheat at Scrabble.
Never.
What's the point?
It is a game of cunning and deceit already.
If one can't win using these tactics, you just need more games under your belt.
If I were to take that image and apply it to myself, I would look like this. http://blogs.independent.co.uk/2011/01/05/britainsfattestman-why-do-we-bully-fat-people/
And I'd never get under a limbo bar, in subjunctive theory.
It's wrong to bully anyone because of something they can't do or can't avoid doing because they are ill.
zBrown's sh#t is gold. No, make that platinum, sales are increasing now that he's been incommunicado. http://musicians.about.com/od/ip/g/platinumalbum.htm
Even fvcktup sheeit can be worth more than we know.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 19, 2013 - 04:21am PT
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I came across a book that I thought was pretty fun to look through.
The title is Ghosts of Glen Canyon: History beneath LakePowell/C.Gregory Crampton/1989. Five bucks.
The George Steck rafting trip is at this link, showing home movies filmed in the fifties of Glen Canyon, Rainbow Bridge, and other features now inundated.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx2hS_OV9c0
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 19, 2013 - 11:05am PT
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Jan and Dean/Surf City (Here We Ain't)--From the movie Deadman's Curve
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8nao_z9NSs
Two to one you didn't know about the wreck.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_and_Dean
Jan and Dean were a rock and roll duo, popular from the late 1950s through the mid-1960s, consisting of William Jan Berry and Dean Ormsby Torrence. They were pioneers of the vocal "surf music" craze that was popularized by The Beach Boys. Among their most successful songs was "Surf City", which topped both the Billboard and Cashbox music charts in June 1963; "Drag City", which was a No. 10 hit on both the Billboard and Cashbox charts in 1963; and their song "The Little Old Lady from Pasadena", which peaked at No. 3. "Dead Man's Curve", which reached No. 8 on the Billboard charts in 1964, was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2008.
In 1972 Torrence won the Grammy Award for Best Album Cover for the psychedelic rock band Pollution's first eponymous 1971 album, and was nominated three other times in the same category for albums of The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
On April 12, 1966, Berry received severe head injuries in an automobile accident on Whittier Drive, just a short distance from Dead Man's Curve in Beverly Hills, California, two years after the song had become a hit. He was on his way to a business meeting when he crashed his Corvette into a parked truck on Whittier Drive, near the intersection of Sunset Boulevard, in Beverly Hills. He also had separated from his girlfriend of seven years, singer-artist Jill Gibson, later a member of The Mamas & the Papas for a short time, who also had co-written several songs with him. Berry was in a coma for nearly two months; he awoke on the morning of June 16, 1966.
Berry traveled a long and difficult road toward recovery from brain damage and partial paralysis. He had minimal use of his right arm, and had to learn to write with his left hand. Doctors said he would never walk again, but he refused to give up, and ultimately succeeded. Torrence stood by his partner, maintaining their presence in the music industry, and keeping open the possibility that they would perform together again.
Deuce Coupe/Bleach Boys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W611kApLXJc
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 21, 2013 - 03:44pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 21, 2013 - 05:28pm PT
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If that's the best you can do as an invalid, it's a grape effort.
This event LOOKS like fun, but for me, no event involving running or moving real fast appeals to me personally. It's fun watching the agony, though, of the feet. SUCKERS!
http://www.elkrun.com/event/great-grape-race-elkrun/
I have always avoided running as exercise. This began in PE, when I quit PE because I wanted to swim mompetitively. What's the first thing the coach made us do? Run.
This was way before the running craze got its start. Pre-Pre, if you know who Pre was. Some would have put his image on the Oregon flag. That wouldn't beavery nice, though, and it was just a thought.
Grape was the best flavor of Fizzies. Fizzies made water taste like a party, even though drinking that water meant you were gonna die after satisfying your thirst.
Pre didn't last long. Jimm Fixx died younger than expected. Ralph Nader's gonna run forever.
http://www.registercitizen.com/articles/2013/07/21/news/doc51eae69940948934254731.txt?viewmode=default
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 21, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
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"For me, travelling back roads like I do, goat-heads are the number one roadside non-attraction, fox-tails and cockle-burrs are next.
Rock outcrops and boulders and lone rocks stand out as the number one roadside attraction. Trees and weird human leavings are next.
Mariposa's back roads have plenty of all of these. In addition, there is poison oak in abundance and heat aplenty. I always carry plenty of water in plastic ready-to-drink, recyclable bottles. Bottled water is out from now on and I will tell you why. I'll also be adding a shovel to the stuff I haul along on these jaunts into the mappage of Mariposa and other places surrounding Yosemite.
But first the travelogue.
To get started, a fire needs fuel, oxygen, and a heat source.
Now we have the science lecture out of the way.
On Thursday evening I rode out to the country and toured the remainder of the road on which I found the white rocks.
I made peace with the spirits on Friday and drove on through Conehead Country, which I’ll get to later, but I’d started late and it was dark-thirty way before I got through the last cattle gate and it was nearly eleven when I got home. The road I had explored is called Indian Gulch Extension. It meets Indian Gulch Road which leads to Highway 140 at the Catheys Valley Forest Fire Station.
You've all been by it a number of times travelling to the Park if you come via Merced.
//Note the fire station.
A prime location to stop
incineration//
I down-loaded my pictures and went to bed with Tylenol PM. Next day I went through the pictures, liked what I had, and went out to continue touring Mariposa back roads, scouting for outcrops and boulders.
I was looking for nothing in particular but like good views giving the lay of the land since I'm a poet guy. I took one dirt road, very steep, labeled Carson Creek View Road. It wasn’t much of a view, but the driving up and down that road in Far Niente--AKA the Red Roadent, my Chevy HHR--was a thrill. This road, CCVR, isn’t on my DeLorme Atlas's map.
CCR is on the playlist, however.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
There IS too much commotion in the world of men. Give me rocks and trees who don't argue and take life as it comes, and who don't give a damn if you've mis-identified their type or species. PC doesn't mean diddly out in the boonies; we need the discipline in the modern age, though, just to stay on the correct page, doh! Life is a personal novel, right?
I'm never lost out there. My sense of place, once I've been, is like a bookmark. Also, I always have plenty of gas and water, and a charged battery in the camera. What's to worry? Every road can be re-traced. I needed to do this on Wilburs Way, a turning-off just out of Bridgeport, before I began looking for Guadalupe Fire Road. I thought it might get me near the top of the ridge.
I went up Wilburs Way, but this was a blind alley. Sometimes a blind hawg finds an acorn. I found instead Billy Peterson’s place at the end of one of three roads I could have chosen—-it looked as if it went somewhere, and it did, but it is a far-from-normal holding, one that might fit into Middle Earth, were it not just a studio. These mountain folk are free-spirited, silly and friendly, not to mention happy to live where they do, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find a statue of a Pony or a Transformer placed somewhere on their spreads. Billy's family has been here a while, no doubt.
Back down the way I came on Wilburs Way and instead of going back to Yaqui Gulch Road, which led me in here, I took a right and headed down Old Highway, expecting to find the fire road, but all I saw was Knobcone Pines!
Slowly I turned....
It is the silliest thing. I realized that I had goofed big-time with my earlier musings about junipers and foxtail pines. (Sorry about the commotion, Nita.) It is the knobcone which I had learned was seeded via the heat from fires, not the foxtail, which may or not germinate by fires, I don’t care now. I found the Knobbies!
See how slim these are: the skanks of the pine family. And they aren’t the most beautiful of pines, but are among the most adaptable to bad soil and aridity. Perfickly good tree for Mariposa, by the way. Or in a yard, even, if you don't care to have Sunset Magazine come photograph your place.
A small grove of knobcones on the roadside held me in thrall and I even did some fun climbing (not of the trees—they seem unpleasant to climb—but of the roadside cut. It offered better photographic potential than the roadway. Off the road I would never have attempted climbing with no else one around. I am not crazy, just me is not enough to effect a rescue, LOL. There was only so much traffic, but there had been two or three cars passing by when I stopped to shoot pix, so I climbed up there and was very glad that I did.
Besides the photographic results I got, I wasted just enough time to be in the right place at the right time. One short stop at an outpost of humanity yielded these shots, taken just up the road.
This took up even more time. I had yet to see any sign of a fire road. I did see a turning, though, and I believe the sign read Guadalupe Mountain something-or-other. There were several mailboxes. I thought it looked private. It might have been the gates.
I passed by, not really caring at this point, as I was starving and pointed Far Niente downhill, planning on a quick trip into Merced.
Didn’t happen. I got side-tracked.
Flames on the side of the road? So what’s new?
These weren’t hitch-hiking, though. I did stop, thinking to put them out. It wasn’t going too quickly yet, there was a chance to do something on my own before I reported this runty-looking spark-fest. But as soon as I began unscrewing the top of one of the bottles of Glacier Water, the fire leaped at me like it wanted to devour my soul and I tossed the sack of bottles back in the back seat and drove through the smoke into the clear.
I thought, kind of hyper, “Head back to the last place you stopped. They have a phone." Then I thought, "I’m not set up to turn around, there’s probably a place up ahead."
Four miles later, FINALLY, a ranch. The road’s too steep and the hillside’s too uneven on this stretch of Old Highway for home sites. It cost maybe seven or eight minutes to get there, but the lady called it in immediately.
I sat and thought and saw a tractor to shoot. I wanted badly to shoot the individual who started the fire, in truth. Bad juju to think that way, though. I am not one to talk when it comes to fire-starting and trouble. We all err, sometimes egregiously. I have. But a cigaret out the window, that's just as negigently criminal as it gets, and that's who I suspect, a give-a-shit smoker. Toss the keys away on those fire-birds.
I drove down Old Highway, stopped along the way at a very beautiful granite declivity, and toked and shot pix a while, then drove on out to 140 and the fire station not a half-mile up from the intersection. The Old Highway is a fine drive anytime.
I felt pawn-like. The timing of my stops had set me up to report this fire. My not being sure of where I had to turn, my fascination with the knobbies and my NOT being in a hurry, these all contributed. This is much the feeling I’d always rather have, either as a rock climber or as well as a self-guided tourist: out for adventure, not taking a topo, relying on happenstance and my inner cool to meet any challenges, and being OK afterwards, but not totally satisfied and realizing this is a good thing. It helps keep one eager for more of the same.
About the changes I’m making in my travelling circus, the addition of a five-gallon container of water, weighing around forty pounds, less than the amount of blubber I’ve lost recently, will greatly increase my chances of being able to deal with a fiery emergency. And a sharp-edged flat-nosed shovel, if used only to bury my feces, will be along for the rides.
I’ve seen no reports for fires in the vicinity, so I must have been on time.
What a long, strange trip it all is.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2013 - 11:02am PT
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Esta mañana.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2013 - 04:43pm PT
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How many trees have you incinerated?
I used to sell firewood with Tim and it's all gonna burn.
Of course we never sold "mixed" cords of wood.
Even though the namesake and tree-finder of the business, my dog Frank, was a blend of G.Shorthair pointer (here's a tree, guys; there's another one) and Black Labrador, miscegenation among the wood piles was and is not allowed. They don't burn at the same temps and it's just not practical for the buyer. Unless he's a cheap charlie like some just are. "High pockets," they are best avoided. They always want a free stacking job! Frank says, 'Dump it and run.'
No, I've realized there's a whole lot more to IDing trees than I've had time to learn. I respect your knowledge, thank you for your contributions here.
It was a splendid afternoon until that fire, then it just got a bit frantic. I am just glad I was able to help.
Frank Burns. [Click to View YouTube Video]I fought the Nazis and we're lucky we won.
Franks burn. What do his buns look like?
Frank burns. [Click to View YouTube Video]Ballpark Franks, they plump when you cook 'em. They burn when you look away.
How did that happen?
OLD FLAME BROILER
See the way I am: B. Burningham.
Put him out! He thinks he's on fiyah!
Then maybe he should retire:
He can't get no hiyah!
Maybe he'll expire:
Won't find no buyer
For that brain of Brian.
It's been too long fryin'.
Rotisserie cooking was my Nana's favorite way to entertain. Spit the meat and let it go while you and the kids play Pinochle and the grandkids swim. She's the person who taught me ways to cheat at Pinochle, my Nana ORA BELLE LARSON.
It's how they cook meat in Mexican kitchens, on a vertical spit. It is a style known as al pastor. J&R Tacos on Main Street, Merced, uses the method, among others. Most wagons will have it on the menu. The meat is shaved off in smallish slices. Succulent!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotisserie
Put another log on the fire, someone.
"Meat the family dog!"--Jimmy Carl Black, the Indian of the group
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2013 - 05:21pm PT
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This is one of those bizzare things that come back on us and we wonder WTF?
Dennis Farina, the actor who played Ray in Get Shorty, and whose violent scene with Gene Hackman I presented on the page just prior to this one, has passed away this morning as a result of a lung clot. It's a horrible way to go, I'm sure, flopping like a fish out of water.
I sure hope he was drugged and under sedation before.
I never watched Law & Order. They say he was in the cast. I'll have to check some episodes out.
RIP, Dennis.
Here's LOOKING AT YOU!
Scene from That Old Feeling with Bette Midler.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 22, 2013 - 07:17pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2013 - 08:03pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2013 - 08:08pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2013 - 09:50pm PT
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Road trips are not much fun without a travelling companion.
Melanie Melonsugar, the hippie chick/diva from Skyline Drive, came along on the trip to SoCal in early June.
I believe the camera loves her. I certainly do.
The pleasures of sightseeing.
Sharing the front seat.
Hanging on a one-arm jam watching SoCal go up in flames from I-5.
Scanning Lily Rock for climbing parties.
Contemplating Suicide Rock.
Modeling for the catalog. Her favorite color is green. Go figure.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 23, 2013 - 01:33pm PT
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My little brother would probably not like this going out on the internet, but he's gone. Actually, so are older sis and bro.
Golden Arrow was a San Diego Dairy and sponsored ex Our Gang guy, Johnny Downs who would dance on a pogo stick on top of Golden Arrow milk bottles in the 1950's (show was basically a cartoon show). Sadly his agility on glass does not seem to have been preserved.
Golden Arrow has trucks showing up as far away as Washington and Wisconsin, though I'm not sure it's the same outfit. Apparently they had traveling photo salesmen, just like the guy we bought our set of Encyclopedia Britannica from.
Heeere's Johnny. If that pogo stick dance exists, I'll find it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 23, 2013 - 03:02pm PT
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Looks like a lesson here.
Some folks are like the knobcone cone: dense, or 2.Having the constituent parts crowded closely together.
Let's just be glad it's not some type of ROCK I'm wondering about. THAT would be fun!
But trees are a big part of mountains and are the first things we learn to climb (most of us, that is; Cosmic, for example, started out on quartz monzonite but soon switched to harder stuff.)
Bridwell started out on volcanic breccia but switched to beer.
Boingy started out learning to skip and became a world-class bouncer.
The Gray moves downhill. So it must be gravity, right, DMT?
Good way to remember the difference, though, the relative position on the tree of each type's cones.
I have the cone display ready, BTW.
Big trip out to the Gulch of the Indian last week, looking for bouldering on the mesas and cones out by the county line.
Upcoming.
Just want to say, rSin has left our building. It's not the first time. Good luck, but you don't need that.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 23, 2013 - 05:58pm PT
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a large woody object.
A large woody object whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A large woody object that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A large woody object that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a large woody object.
goddamnittohell - I'm sure glad a pinecone and/or a milk bottle didn't fall on my head, Fred.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 23, 2013 - 07:21pm PT
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Simply unavoidable, I find this irresistible.
This is not my beautiful House!
This is not my beautiful wife!
You may ask yourself before climbing a large Woody object: V-7, maybe? VV-7, even?
When home dairy delivery service was shelved, it served as the Producer of many more trips to the grocery for more lucky kids on bikes or boards.
Hoppy's Favorite hasn't been part of advertising content for a long while, probably.
We'd like to know before the next election for president, just who is Hoppy's favorite?
(There is no political candor involved here, nor am I referencing any trees.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 23, 2013 - 09:32pm PT
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BB West, Virginia and Boingy Baxter, and Ponderosa Productions present Glenn Campbell's favorite western ever, except for God's Gun.
Border Patrol.
1943.
Starring William Boyd and with Andy Clyde as California, a man who found a surprise in his Taco.
And a young man, playing Quinn, known in the credits as Bob "Michoacan" Mitchum.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeB70keYEow
Excellent silent tribute to William Boyd.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 23, 2013 - 10:48pm PT
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amen Timid.
old angel, young angel
feel alright on a warm [sic] SanFanFrisco night!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 23, 2013 - 10:49pm PT
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¡cuidado! de Australia
de San Onofre
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 12:24am PT
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Go search this, the link's toooooooooooooo long: "Bear Dam mariposa county"
will provide as good a map as you need for those unfamiliar with the territory. Few are, I think. It's barren ground, cobbles abound, the opportunity for water scarce.
The area is traversed by the old Stockton-Millerton wagon route.
Waltz Rd. is the extension of South Bear Creek Drive, which runs out to the Waltz Ranch and then to the dam and vicinity. NW of the dam is a set of cone-hills, remnants of mesa which were possibly, though it's just my conjecture, eroded in floods from the glaciers of the Sierra Nevada over who knows how many years. There are dozens of these in the foothills.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 02:24am PT
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Looking down the fence line to where the last shot was taken.[
Bright light, bright light, biggest light I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might get a date with a moon rock. Like the pre-Cambrian type. Hubba-hubba.--Woody, the small rocky subjucntive standing alone in a field slowly falling to pieces
At long last the exploratory expedition from France is on paved road again. There are mass quantities of wire cattle gates to negotiate on this dirt track. It is not necessary to resort to 4-wheel drive or galactic overdrive. It connects Indian Gulch Rd. to Waltz Rd. and doesn't show on the map I provided, but it is on the Intergalactic Google Planet app.
At the Waltz Ranch there were dogs, small human units as well. Go VERY SLOWLY, the worst that can happen is the dogs will follow you to the edge of their yard.
It's a great view from "up there." It would be pretty good from the summit of some of those cones.
Zappa Visits the Coneheads at Home.
http://vimeo.com/18203648
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 24, 2013 - 10:17am PT
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Wanna see my woody?
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Jul 24, 2013 - 10:33am PT
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Baby bobby weir, Timid?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 24, 2013 - 11:22am PT
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amen Jaybro.
Old Bob Weir
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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Jack Weir. Chemistry instructor, Merced High and College, 1960's-1970's.
DMT has some good advice, it sounds like. If you DO go and trespass, and he doesn't know you're there, even, no harm, no foul? From a legal viewpoint, OK. What if there IS harm, however? The ploy loses its charm immediately and you either choke on your folly or go get THAT LAWYER or one like him may seek YOU out. It's a stupid (i.e., young fool's) thing to do.
I'm tempted to do so one foggy winter day. It would be so, I don't know, it would seem to be too sinister a deed. Like robbing the dead, keying a nice restored woody, or surreptitiously switching the numbers on the "unknowns" tubes in chemistry class with some delicious non-sodium type chemical with a different number.
The adjective "fell" comes to mind, which just happens to be from the Norse and means "mountain."
I was not tempted to go try to hang around on ony of these outcrops the day I was there for several good reasons.
Too HOT in the summertime, as DMT will corroborate, sitting on the veranda of the cantina in Hornitos with a chilled Mexican draft on the table and a cute senorita serving it. Sorry, just a reverie of the Murrieta days. The cantinas are gone from Hornitos and Merced Falls. There is Bud's Place in Snelling, that's about it till you come to La Grange.
Fox-tails suck. The golden color of California's hills is the result of the early Spanish who brought their stock here. Their hides carried the wild oat seeds, according to author David Wyatt in Five Fires: Race, Catastrophe, and the Shaping of California. I guess he may have meant the fox-tail.
I don't think there is a more useless weed. It takes forever to pick the little pricks out of my shoes and socks. Some get permanently embedded int the mesh of my tennies. So I started wearing approach shoes, which are leather, but still have inner mesh. I suppose gaitors are the ticket. I also loathe the little "cockle-burrs," as I've mistakenly called them, just as Mr. Wyatt may have mistaken his nomenclature--I'll have to read the book over again to see if that is so.
But the plant is not a cockle-burr, it is a yellow fox-tail. Their seeds are small and have a high sticky-factor because of micro-hairs, much like the hooks on velcro. These don't even show in photos taken up close. Not as irritating as the giant fox-tails with their barb-like attitude. Not so many goat-head out there, though, as there are along major roadways.
Another reason not to go attempt any bouldering: I was alone. Why create a situation more hazardous than simply falling and hurting myself? I COULD die in such a place and under those circumstances, and that would be sad. It's enough of a possibility that I don't play the Dingus game of soloing, mainly as I don't know the routes like he knows the ones he's soloing in his short movies. Keep it up, hero. You know what you're doing. It's fun seeing you do it, too. I'm waiting to explore the movies potential of my camera, but want to get the sensor cleaned first. It's getting terrible spots and it needs attention.
Parting shots.
These are not very professional at all, and I don't care about that sort of thing much, but they mean something to me, evoke the feelings I had out there. And that's the part of photography I really appreciate. The composition over the technical aspects.
Saying thanks for the contributions, DMT, TT, & ever'body.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 24, 2013 - 01:58pm PT
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Some old cars, another restaurant and the pool hall "Chub's Club" where we used to hang out.
in the "Lemon Capital of the World"
You wanna see my gun?
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Jul 24, 2013 - 07:34pm PT
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I'll provide one amen and raise you anoydin' (more accurately several more).
"Schmidt" & The Mighty Penguins ≈ Amen
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Jul 24, 2013 - 10:04pm PT
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All the local dairies are gone, my family home was built in one of the pastures when the suburbs were on the rise and dairies were on the decline.
The last to go was Kinnett Dairies, the one with the DNA altered cow, (also seen upthread) is in the same location; but now an electronics outlet store.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 10:46pm PT
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The Sunshine Dairy.
The Merced Sun-Star Newspaper.
Joe Herb's Cyclery.
Adds up to fun at sunrise out on the old dairy farm, just milkin' away, you'd think. But the cyclery's history, the Ssunshine Dairy no longer operates here, and the Sun-STroke is now done down in Fresno, their local building up for sale.
Say you come upon a dead dairy products producer, a Jersey, let's say. What do you do with a dead cow from Jersey?
Put her on a reality TV show!
Da-bing! Da-boom! Da-Brim!
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2010/04/06/1375635/dairies-look-for-solutions-to.html
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Captain...or Skully
climber
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Jul 25, 2013 - 12:44am PT
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I like that there is someone out there that knows what the gloaming is.
Cheers, Mouse.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 25, 2013 - 07:45am PT
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hey there say, mouse, zBrown, timid, dingus, tobia and all...
finally got to visit... so many nice stuff to read here...
half the pics, show too... many do not, (hhh, that is NOT quite half & half, then, is it) ;)
really enjoying the share...
thanks so much!!
got the email, mouse...
also, hope you DO let folks know where you will be when you hike...
sure do not want a mouse missing from merced, :O
with no one knowing where to find it...
keep up the neat trip reports, :)and more god bless, :)
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jul 25, 2013 - 12:15pm PT
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Hey Mouse, just after you cross the Merced Falls bridge, on the road to Hornitos, look to the first plateau on the right. We used to hop the fence and head up to some pretty cool sandstone clifflettes. Short ones on the west side, and some longer, softer ones on the east. Fossil shells on top. Also, a bit further up the road, above a pond, another hobbit world ( at least in the spring) awaits with more sandstone. The landowners may be a bit more uppity these days...don't know. Nothing spectacular, but very cool places. More than a few psychedelic adventures up there, so there may be some random brain cells darting about. They won't harm you.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 25, 2013 - 01:27pm PT
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This may provide the best explanation yet of why kids in Chula Vista turned to juvenile delinquency by the ton in the 1950's.
I did in fact march once in the Maytime Band Review in National City with my trumpet (sans "too-expensive" uniforms) before turning to a life of petty crime. Can't for the life of me remember what song(s) we played. If you get far enough into it to hear "G Street and Third Avenue", you'll know the location where Wolfman Jack purportedly recorded his shows.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Just for old times sake, the National City Train Depot, still alive and well and capable of being visited on Wednesdays and Saturdays,
"The Road to Hell” painted on National Avenue and 13th Street in National City pointed to Mexico where liquor and gambling were legal. National Avenue was a link to Highway 101 that led to the border crossing at Tijuana during prohibition.
Why this fascination with National City? It is a little known fact that although I was born in Chula Vista, we were actually living in National City at the time. Good place to live, "after a war".
La Jolla Shores - 1921. Point of view is right near current day Tomaselli mural.
My Uncle Rey and I working the milk route in #916 in the Clawson suburb of Detroit (1950's).
Some clown.
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Jul 25, 2013 - 09:04pm PT
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neebee,
i really don't belong here, i just dropped in mousin' around. i'm less of a flame and more of a flicker.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 26, 2013 - 01:35pm PT
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"The Fiesta de la Luna was begun by the Chula Vista Women’s Club in 1932, and was an annual celebration until 1942, when World War II interrupted. In 1946 it returned, and in the 1947 booklet it was described as “one of the major celebrations in San Diego county.”--Susan Walter, CV Star-News
Clowns...not so much.
I did go for a ride yesterday. I was going to the Park, thinking a nice hike into Starr King might be a good way to spend a couple of days...
I opted out part way up Preston Rd. (Of course I would take the back way!) Too hot, too knackered from stiffness and a nasty lack of sleep.
Had the backpack ready, just could not see spending hours in the heat abusing my knees, becoming even more of a derelict.
And I dint really wanna go by mouself.
I may be Starr King crazy. But I'm not starking mad.
It's a walk to share.
Lots to do and see up there.
Do it in a pair.
Thanks for the tip, Throwpie. I think I know the place to which you went. There is a pair of mesas I recall on the left, going to Hornitos, just a ways across the river near the old saw pond below McSwain; is that the spot? I just can't remember any on the right side.
This means you'll have to come show me, you know. Bring your shoes. And some "head gear."
Mick Padilla used to believe that there was a cave up there where Joaquin hid his stuff. We walked up there and checked it out. Bird lime. So we ran baaaack dooooown the slooooope to the Kaarman Ghiaaaaaaaaaaa. Whew! I used to love to haul ass down those talus slopes and hillsides.
No mas, sin más por el ratón.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jul 26, 2013 - 02:24pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 26, 2013 - 04:26pm PT
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This is what you get in Bonita (right next door to CV) for $5,950,000.
I used to run up the hill past this house when it was being built and was always kind of curious. The original builder/owner had about $3.9 million in loans and defaulted. House went into foreclosure and was purchased around 18 months ago for $1,950,000. So, these new owners are looking for a $4,000,000 return on their investment. Good work if you can get it.
gaudy details here:
http://www.movoto.com/real-estate/homes-for-sale/CA/Bonita/368-Surrey-Dr-Dr-210_120060157.htm
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 26, 2013 - 05:39pm PT
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Drove by this place and couldn't believe it. Look at all that glass and look at all those stones.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 26, 2013 - 07:10pm PT
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Former Twin Pines Horse Stable Fenkell Detroit 5/08 - seems like nothing lasts
Lugging those milk bottles was not easy for a little kid.
My father, Arthur (Art) Janssen, in the above photo taken by the Royal Oak Tribune in 1950, worked for Twin Pines when he got home from WWII in 1946, the year I [Jim Janssen] was born. His routes were in Birmingham and we had people like Al Kaline, Gordie Howe as customers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2013 - 04:30am PT
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DEEP Purple: Ritchie Blackmore(Gtr), David Coverdale (vcl), Glenn Hughes (bss/vcl), Jon Lord (kbr) and Ian Paice (drm).
California Jam 1974.
BURN!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Like white diamonds and good luck, I've always thought of purple cows as being distant memories that aren't real.
Purple cow initially became famous as a chimerical referent in a short humorous verse by Gelett Burgess :
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
Burgess became somewhat exasperated with the success of his poem, of which he was constantly reminded. A few years later, he penned a riposte that became almost as well known as the original. It was titled "Confession: and a Portrait Too, Upon a Background that I Rue" and appeared in The Lark, number 24 (April 1, 1897):
Ah, yes, I wrote the "Purple Cow"—
I'm Sorry, now, I wrote it;
But I can tell you Anyhow
I'll Kill you if you Quote it!
However, the original has, in its own small way, become a classic, and parodic versions are common.
Nice to know we ain't common, huh?
Ah, a good draught of lilac choline before bedtime! Right up there with that hoodoo juice zBrown's been slugging.
And another quart so we don't wake the hell up!
Ended up watching Under California STars with Roy Rogers & Fat Andy & his cussins.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-T7inEHbfbI
Choline done took her love to town.
Edit: In the last minute or so of Under California Stars is one bitchen black woody, pulling a hoss trailer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2013 - 05:50am PT
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Under California Stars covers a lot of ground and a lot of sky.
This dancing lady needs no more covering.
http://www.pinkgypsy.com/ana/
Lemme see, pink, purple, gotta go grey next--good combo for lots of things.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 27, 2013 - 03:13pm PT
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What can I say? Purple Mountain Majesties?
National Chicken Wing Day - Monday, July 29, 2013
S.D. Chicken executes perfect Filner headlock.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jul 27, 2013 - 03:54pm PT
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Some of my early Flames activity circa 1951
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 27, 2013 - 06:52pm PT
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Somebody got mom on film.
send in the rescue dog
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2013 - 06:45pm PT
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Melanie Melonsugar introduced the family. They live in a hipie-dippie tree house down by the river where the vans park for the night.
It's the Pod Pad.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 28, 2013 - 08:39pm PT
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Finally made it over to the Tomaselli mural today. Good thing a tribute to the Zeroes was done in La Jolla, rather than Chula Vista. Note, no graffiti.
Right close by, a Nash Metropolitan very similar to the one that several members of my family owned BITD.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2013 - 08:59pm PT
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I just had an odd little flash--
But no poem's titled Ogden's Nash.
Instead, I fund this:
COME ON IN, THE SENILITY'S FINE
People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
You only have to live until your child has a child.
From that point on you start looking both ways over your shoulder,
Because sometimes you feel thirty years younger and sometimes
thirty years older.
Now you begin to realize who it was that reached the height of
imbecility,
It was whoever said that grandparents have all the fun and none of
the responsibility.
This is the most enticing spiderwebs of a tarradiddle ever spun,
Because everybody would love to have a baby around who was no
responsibility and lots of fun,
But I can think of no one but a mooncalf or a gaby
Who would trust their own child to raise a baby.
So you have to personally superintend your grandchild from diapers
to pants and from bottle to spoon,
Because you know that your own child hasn't sense enough to come
in out of a typhoon.
You don't have to live forever to become a grampa, but if you do
want to live forever,
Don't try to be clever;
If you wish to reach the end of the trail with an uncut throat,
Don't go around saying Quote I don't mind being a grampa but I
hate being married to a gramma Unquote.
--Ogden Nash
This is not directed by Jack, nor is Peter in the reel, and Dennis flat refused to be seen, period...though there are a few bikers involved.
It begins with spiders, continues with a hole in the ground at Snelling, proceeds to further holes in Hornitos, ending with...a bunny.
scene:
After stopping at the Heidelberg Cement plant on State 59, I stop to tinkle my toes in a roadside irrigation ditch and find a field that goes like forever. And a smaller one across the road. All weeds.Pay as you exit, but the show's not over. I'm taking five.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2013 - 02:39am PT
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THE TRIP, pt. two.
scene:
I come driving up to the intersection of G Grade and Hwy 59. My attention is diverted to some lily pads. I intersect with some oak pods at their pad in an oak that is growing next to the road and is part of the fence to keep folks out of the water in the canal. This corner was at one time (specifically, on that day the trout farm opened it may have seemed like the object of pilgrim anglers--it was never very successful) the Trout-Fishing Mecca of the Central Valley. I think the owners charged five bucks, maybe, a nominal fee, at any rate, for a "limit" at the trout farm, now derelict.
There is also a pretty darn big hole in the ground. Hmmm. Frisco bunnies? Frisco foxes? Wee weir folks from Frisco?
N.M. Blues/G.D., '74 live
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDItxobbd0c
scene:
At the river bridge in Merced Falls there is one party fishing from the other side on that bridge. There is a convenient patch of shade under some locusts, oaks, and willows growing at the north end of the bridge next to the intersection of Hornitos Rd. and Exchecquer Dam Rd., which follows the river upstream to the dam and camping areas and boat launching. Hornitos Rd., well, it's obvious that it goes there, but it continues on over to Cathey's Valley after. Across the river are the mesas with the potential psychedelic aura, the ones mentioned by Thorpie. The various trees here have been turned into a magic place by a combination of cottonwood fluff blowing up and down the river and by spider webs which catch them. It's like a fairy land in miniature.
It is also over 100 in the shade!More on Monday.
It is Monday. What happened to Sunday?
Good night. Enjoy your blackened french fries, everyone, and remember to brush your teeth after.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 29, 2013 - 12:47pm PT
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This shows the level of detail in the mural a little bit better. Can be clicked to enlarge.
Oh yeah, flame on Ogden
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2013 - 04:21pm PT
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//Beep beep.
Beep beep.
His horn went beep beep beep.
You'd think that guy could fly.//
--Playmateds
http://moparblog.com/movie-mopar-of-the-week-1971-plymouth-cuda-convertible-from-nash-bridges/
scene:
The gate to the ranch where the mesas lie; a view of a pond and cattle on one side of the road, the Sierra Nevada foothils behind me on the other side. I interview a man in a car, following a second car, at the gates. They are electric gates, and I ask the gentleman does he know the owners of this place? (It's vast, a cattle ranch.) "No English, senor." He points to the other car, now going into the ranch, accelerating away: adios. So I suck it up and leave after taking pix. Motorcyclists abound on this road, like the rocks now littering the ground at a higher elevation. I climb in the car to a spot to take more pix. Until I arrive at Hornitos an hour later, close to sundown.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 29, 2013 - 05:01pm PT
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Nash, Nashville (PA)
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nash_Roadster_black_top-down_Nashville.jpg
Nash, Nashville take two
Participants lined up to take a shot at clocking the lowest time through the Royal Purple Performance Experience autocross course in the parking lot of LP Field in Nashville.
This beautiful ’37 Nash LaFayette is owned by “Crazy” Eddie Rochelle and his lovely bride, Sarah.
Nash Almost Woody
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2013 - 06:13pm PT
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SKI HUNT. A Quinn/Martin Production, starring Lloyd "Like my teeeth?" Bridges.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 29, 2013 - 06:28pm PT
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Early in the morning on July 29, a driver crashed his car through a gate near Osprey Street and flew off of Sunset Cliffs into the sand below. The car flipped in mid-air as it plunged close to 50 feet before landing on its rear and then settling right side up on the sand.
The male driver, the lone occupant, is believed to have been intoxicated. He emerged from the vehicle and was seen walking around it before huddling in a cave. Lloyd Bridges was not onsight and the auto was not a Nash.
We used to jump off the cliffs into the water. Never considered doing the car thing (well there was one time down in Baja, but no one was in the car).
A helicopter had to raise the driver from the beach due to the location; the cliffs are difficult to climb in that area.
[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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Jul 29, 2013 - 11:37pm PT
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Might as well get what you want.
Don Jonhnson/Tell It Like It Is
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Find yourself a toy.
I love dogs. A dog would be a good companion on these rambles, but there's no way I'd keep one in Middle Earth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2013 - 01:11am PT
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scene:
Hornitos, CA. One of the oldest communities in the state. And among the quietest. Take it or leave it. I gotta go.
Peace in, peace out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2013 - 01:16am PT
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Can...may I have another cone?
How about some Rocky Road?
Good night, Gracie.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 30, 2013 - 01:21pm PT
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Goodnight George -> Goodnight Willie -> Goodnight Kate
Goodnight Irene
Goodnight Mrs Calabash, stay out from behind the 8-Ball.
Goodnight ladies.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 30, 2013 - 01:27pm PT
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This is for all the insiders here. It is not widely known, but the possibility of looking away down Gower Avenue is actually nil, since Gower is a Street.
Additionally, there was in fact a murder at the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel [and Apartments] on August 2, 1978. wZevon and zBrown were both in town, but neither has/had any knowledge of this event.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 30, 2013 - 01:39pm PT
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Speaking of products which last for a long time, this jar was produced from 1950-1970, making my mom's bottle between 43 and 63 years old. The stuff looks and smells just like a new jar.
It appears to have worked for this guy.
* Disclaimer. This is not the Mothers! of Invention and I was an employee of the Richardson Vicks Company at one time.
The origin of the name Vicks has been clouded by time. However, according to company lore, Lunsford Richardson thought his own name was too long and cumbersome to attach to a product. He decided to use the shorter Vicks, in honor of his brother in law Joshua Vick, a doctor in Selma.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jul 30, 2013 - 03:07pm PT
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Those were the correct rocks Mr. M More on the other side of the first one...pretty soft as I remember. Heres a blurry shot of my mom looking for fossil shells on top of the first plateau. Circa 1957.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 30, 2013 - 04:56pm PT
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Symptoms have resolved to a cough, so:
SO COMMON CAUSES FOR ACUTE COUGH
1. RESPIRATORY CAUSES :
- Upper respiratory tract infection
- Lower respiratory tract infection
- Pneumonia's
- Influenza
- RSV virus infection
- Acute Bronchitis
- Acute Laryngitis
- Acute Laryngotracheobronchitis
- Acute Tracheitis
- Acute asthma
- Spasmodic Croup
- Aspiration of gastric acid and vomitus
- Foreign body obstruction
2. IMMUNOLOGICAL CAUSES :
- Anaphylaxis
3. VASCULAR CAUSES :
- Pulmonary infarction
- Pulmonary embolism
4. POISONING CAUSES :
- Chemical and dust inhalation inhalation
- Nitric oxide and Smoke inhalation
5. TRAUMATIC CAUSES :
- Injury to Bronchus
- Fat embolsim
- Trachea injury
6. OTHER CAUSES :
- Amnioitic fluid embolism
THERE CAN BE MANY MORE CAUSES FOR ACUTE COUGH BUT THESE ARE THE MOST COMMON SYMPTOMS ACCORDING TO ME, OF COURSE MORE CAUSES WILL ALWAYS BE WELCOMED, ADD MORE IN COMMENTS IF YOU KNOW..
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2013 - 05:24pm PT
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I coughed up wine through my nose one time a day ago when Marcel was here and he said something funny.
Glad my nose wasn't stuffed with Vicks.
Throwpie, choss is where you find it: I've seen a lot lately, and it's relative, but choss is choss. If it holds together long enough, it's good. If it's not too run out. Or has a crappy landing.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jul 30, 2013 - 09:01pm PT
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There was an old guy we would visit on our adventures to Hornitos in the 60s. He lived in a brokedown palace on Main Street...wore a sock on his mangled hand and claimed to have been a circus baby who had a trunk for a cradle. Said he was an old hard rock miner who drank up all he ever earned. He drank for sure...whiskey was it. His only nourishment was Karo syrup...hence his name Karo Joe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2013 - 10:21pm PT
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For the one & ONLY DMT, known to some, or at least to myself, as Cool Bridges, who may remember nothing of the old bridge, which is the case with me, as well. I don't recall ever having traveled "The 49 and passing over the old span.
My brother Mike had a friend named Old Dog Charlie. He lived in or around the town of Babby. He kept many dogs, he was not too old, like about forty, Mike said. He himself was eighteen. He quit the place when the time came to pull up his cuffs. I couldn't say how the dogs fared. They could dog paddle outta there, if it came to that...
MODESTO BEE, July 28, 1966
NEW BRIDGE - A BAGBY REQUIEM
BAGBY- The sleek new Bagby Bridge, spanning the Merced River and opened for traffic and set to be dedicated at 3:30 p.m., Aug. 12, might be termed a monument to oblivion for this community. Bagby, which includes a general store, cafe, and a scattering of dwellings, will be all inundated a year or two hence as the Merced River Project becomes a reality. This is the reason the new span, part of a highway relocation project, was constructed here.
It replaces the old bridge, about a quater of a mile upstream. This picturesque span is 180 feet long. Its successor is 1,158 feet.
The north end of the new $1.2 million bridge is 28 feet higher than the lowest point.
Next Month
It was started last August and officially will be completed next month: August 12, acording to George Amaro, resident engineer. Part of its cost is being paid by the Merced Irrigation District, which also is buying all the Bagby property to be placed under water when Lake McClure expands from a 281,200 acre-foot capacity to one of 1.1. million acre feet as a result of construction of a new Exchequer Dam, which towers over the old one by 180 feet. The new structure, already in place just beow the old one, plus a power house to be installed there and other features including the new bridge will cost $36 million.
Amaro said it will be necessary to dismantle the old bridge eventually.
The new concrete span is double-laned but, while finishing work is being completed , is restricted to one-way traffic during the day.
Bagby's population of 25 today belies its once historic eminence as a bustling mining and milling community The bridge which today is being replaced was erected in 1923.
But nearly a score of years before that, a concrete abutment had been laid for support of a bridge which- until 1945- carried traffic of the Yosemite Valley Railroad.
Bagby, in its salad days, was known well to Gen. John C. Fremont. In 1848 he purchased a 44,000 acre Mexican land grant in which the Bagby area was included.
The town was initially called Benton's Mill by Fremont in a testimony of affection for his father-in-law, the famed lawmaker, U S Sen. Thomas Hart Benton of Missouri [AKA Old Bullion].
Honor For Fremont Aide
The name change of the town subsequently came about and was derived from Abner Bagby. As in countless other Mother Lode hamlets, the gold mining diminished and Bagby saw an exodus of much of its population. The milling continued as did the YV Railroad operation. But, in August, 1945, a train of this historic enterprise made its last run.
Bagby and its skeletal population became observers to the passing parade of motorists who came down the winding incline from Bear Valley and on toward Coulterville. Progress, reflected in part by a high rise bridge, finally has caught up with Bagby, the former Benton Mills.
Yet, some of it will remain. Soon, the old YV Railraod depot and turntable here, along with two giant twin wooden railroad water tanks- memorials to the past- will be relocated from Bagby to El Portal. They will become a part of the YV Railroad Museum being established.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2013 - 02:02am PT
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Power (in Mariposa County)
"Some mines along the Merced River develop hydroelectric power from the river for their own use and the Mariposa Grant also supplies a limited amount of power for lighting purposes and mill power from its plant on the Merced River at Bagby. Their lines run from the Merced River through the grant to the towns of Mt. Bullion and the county seat, Mariposa. The plant consists of a flume 400 feet long by 16 feet wide and 6 feet deep which carries water under a 34-foot head to three Pelton wheels which are 27, 30 and 40 inches in diameter, respectively. The plant is capable of developing 600 horsepower and the power is generated by two Westinghouse dynamos.
The Pacific Gas and Electric power line comes from Tuolumne County to the Peñon Blanco mine and thence through the town of Colterville to the Potosi gold mine and owned by the Merced Gold Mining Company.
A company formerly had a power plant at Exchequer on the Merced River, but their plant was washed out during the heavy freshet of the winter of 1913. The San Joaquin Power and Light Company, which generates power from Merced Falls in Merced County, owns a power line which extends as far as the Mt. Gaines mine in the Hornitos mining district. This company also uses the Exchequer line for transmitting power."
Excerpt from Report XIV of the State Mineralogist - Mines and Mineral Resources of Portions of California, Chapters of State Mineralogist's Report - Biennial Period 1913-1914, Part IV. "The Counties of Fresno, Kern, Kings, Madera, Mariposa, Merced, San Joaquin, Stanislaus," by F. L. Lowell, Field Assistant (field work in July, 1914), San Francisco, California, July, 1915, California State Mining Bureau, San Francisco, California, 1916, pp. 173-370.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 31, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
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When is that DMT tripod class being offered again?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2013 - 02:46pm PT
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That dog will be swimming in circles turning to the left. He'll have to use course correction to the max. Are German Shepherds that smart?
He'd be a good companion for a photographer.
Where do you find dogs with no legs?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 31, 2013 - 05:12pm PT
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They're all over.
Abe & Barry dig 'em
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2013 - 06:33pm PT
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Ringmaster.
Contestant.
Contestant's family.
Some challenges in the competition.
Learning technique.
Friends to support.
Meeting the challenges of competing.
Taking 'doing nothing' to a new, lower level at an early age.
I blame genetics for my lack of drive, though I'm not concerned about my image overmuch, it's nice to understand oneself. My grandad was a smart man, erudite as well as having learned in construction camps in the twenties and thirties that books aren't the answer for everything. He, like myself, dispensed with higher education and chose to operate big earth-moving machines instead. He and Nana got to see the West, that's for sure.
Leonard on a visit to Idaho, near McCall, where Sis'n'Roy's ranch was located.
Family arriving at a place the grandfolk rented in Etna, CA, in Trinity area, working a road project.
An early version of the Caterpillar tractor, probably similar to the ones Leonard learned to drive after WWI.
Un-finished Trinity Dam.
"Dog bites car." Not a headline we see at all.
It's just her and the Falls. Amazing? It was. The place was deserted this day. She came to the park to help Dad out in some public-spirited phone company display to promote the new Princess phone, BELIEVE IT OR NOT! Pacific T&T higher-ups were not pleased the populace had stayed away in droves.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jul 31, 2013 - 08:03pm PT
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Hopefully Mike and the cousins were all well coated with Vicks before venturing out in the boat. I know Florence Chadwick used it. If she were still alive she'd have a bottle to show us.
That's ma rubbing it on
Interestingly, photographers BITD couldn't tell left from right.
Cousin Buster was a Shoe in. Can't recall if dog had lost any limbs. Can't recall if he found any either.
[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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Come, Tige! Come, boy!
Can't you be more like Alex the Stroh's mutt?
"The St. Louis-based Brown Shoe Company ranked as an early believer in television’s marketing potential and sponsored its own half-hour show, Smilin’ Ed’s Buster Brown Gang. Smilin’ Ed made the successful transition from radio to the new medium with his cast of crudely-made puppets—Froggy the Gremlin, Squeaky the Mouse, and Midnight the Cat—and the new show premiered on November 21, 1949. Soon, in addition to shoes, they began hawking comic books and other licensed products. The Brian Sutton-Smith Library and Archives of Play at The Strong holds one of those Buster Brown comic books. Issue No. 37’s Christmas Fun feature story illustrates the three main characters up to their usual shenanigans."--Rick Sharin on Play Stuff blog
These were OK, I guess. Couldn't hold a firebrand to the likes of Turok and his friend Ander, living by the skin of their loincloths in the Lost Valley.
Certain ducks provided more exciting tales than Buster and Tige, as well.That Mutton Buster brown ale should be in Fritz's refrigerator.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Buster Hell, damn near broke her!
Playmate Mini
Playmate Mini
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Smilin' Ed hisownself!
I see now why folks continue to confuse Andy and Ed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Damn! - sure glad he didn't fall. Good place for a tripod shot, so's ya don't have to let loose of anything crucial.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Mithras Bookstore and Unicorn Theatre, La Jolla. Places to be in the 60's.
Not far from Tomaselli mural.
In every Mithraeum the centrepiece was a representation of Mithras killing a sacred bull; the so-called tauroctony.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tonight's presentation is sponsored by the shade Bright Fig Purple.
Peace in your face.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Change is everywhere
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dude, your very own genre!
Tripix.
Ich bin trippin.
Change in the ocean, change in deep blue sea
Well there's a change in my baby, but there aint never no change in me
Now, change my shirt, you know, and I change my money
I change my woman just to keep from actin' funny
Change my numbers on my door
So my baby can't find out where I live no more
Change in the mountain, you know, change in the land
But there ain't never no change in me, baby, 'cause I'm a natural man
Yeah, everybody they ought to change sometime
Because sooner or later, mama, you gonna end up in some lonesome ground
Yeah, everybody they ought to change sometime
'Cause you know, sooner or later we gonna end up in in some lonesome ground
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Sam Cooke/A Change Is Gonna Come
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOYuhLNwh3A
Rock On
To shift body weight from one foot to the other.
Swap Feet
To exchange feet on the same hold.
Hand-Foot Match
To place a foot on the same hold as a hand.
Ich bin trippin auf den Felsen und auf den Zapfen.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Viana do Castelo, Portugal
Not Viana do Castelo, Portugal
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ees piano do Mickey.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Smooth Jazz/Scott E. Zimmermann/The Toy Piano ("real" keyboard, duh)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75gURxkLp-c
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Jane's a Third Rocker, remember. She may not be one of the Rhondettes. It's hard to say with the big hair wigs.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"I mean, I'm sorry about the lab animals, but statistics prove that most guys prefer skinny girls with cancer over healthy girls with bulging thighs."--Rhonda
I never had to change from sugar to substitutes. I have just eliminated refined sugar from my diet as much as possible. A change everyone should think seriously over.
My mother's good buddy Bunny was a Virginia native. Everyone was "Sugar" to her. She mixed a mean Bloody Mary.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Watched "Marie Antoinette" last night - only because I found the disc in an apartment I turned. I could handle the bad acting and bad music because the costuming was awesome! But we all know what happens in the end, and to rob your audience of the beheading after suffering through this banality was just too much. Meh.--from MisterE's facebloke page
I was just today given a copy of Edmund Burke's Reflections on the Revolution in France (1790 & following).
There are no pictures, period.
What ever happened to their heads? Were they interred with the bodies? Morbid thought, but one which will bug me till I find the answer.
Bright fig purple is a good, solid, natural color. La reine Marie-Antoinette ought to have used it more in the palace wallpaper. But she was not one to hide, was she?
How would Bill Graham have introduced her to the Fillmorians?
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He called Janis a "broad." But she was also a queen. They are all princesses, according to an old one-armed Mexican gardener who enlightened me once upon a time. But he led me down the garden path with that one.
Esos cambios! Estos cambios son el asesinato!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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"Click to enlarge" significantly enhances some of those shots above and makes it easier to locate the bird on a wire.
I was looking high, I was looking low.
[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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THAT'S a big change! Commando-style.
The former Governor has changed. Or has he? He's been forced out of office and a marriage both. This interview is really pretty funny.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze6IzOAXB6Q
I am looking forward to seeing The Last STand.
"I never took a salary."
He never really quit acting, now, did he?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I was wondering just what might be the All American Food.
But what about Father's Day you ask?
It was good fer your father!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Just then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape
And while everybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Quite a reaction from CV's resident ice man!
Gimme that gnu time religion.
Gimme that amall-time religion.
http://americangallery.wordpress.com/2010/03/30/van-arno/
Gimme that All Time religion.
Yes, the Pope will always be Catholic, but someday bears may be ordained.
Whattya thinka that, Walter Brennan?
Some change for the offertory basket might do you good, too, I betcha.
Lighting a fig-urative candle, purple in color, bright in flame, for Old Grampa McCoy, the star in the TV series of that name.
Dillis Millis could do McCoy like nobody, hitch-in-the-git-along and the voice and the lip movement, sorta like Elvis' but not so flagrant. I have never seen Sgt. York all the way through. Do the Germans escape from the POW center, or do they form up under Col. Clink's father, causing no end of problems for Major Hogan's uncle? I smell sit-com potential...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Talk about changes...
Mouse got to do some climbing today.
Not conventional ROCK climbing, but I got off the ground, like that goose, only far less powerfully and not nearly so gracefully. I felt good and in fine shape, regardless of dripping blood (only kidding).
I messed around on the Santa Fe (okay, Burlington Northern but it's weird saying that) crossing on the Chowchilla River. It's an ancient trestle. There is a modern concrete highway bridge on Santa Fe Road next to it. Across the way is a horse ranch, the Lazy K. so far we have encountered the Flying M Ranches and the Walking X, both just north of Hwy. 140. This lies approximately fifteen miles south, maybe a bit less.
Later, nearer to sunset, I went up an old windmill stand which was minus the windworks; the pump shaft was still locked in place, though you can't tell that easily from ground-level unless you have eyes like a young guy; and just the old rotten platform was left, barely attached, that I would never try to get above, mainly cuz it's stupid, and second, there's nothing to hold on to when you stand on the platform, even if it does hold your weight, which it wooden. There was plenty of opportunity just below the actual summit (As if that's why I climbed it--NOT!) to take photographs of a higher order, possibly, but at least on a higher plane.
NOSSIR! I wasn't bagging summits today. Why is another think.
It's still there is why I climbed it. It won't be for long, I am thinking. These mills are getting rarer and harder to find. This one and its tank are now outdated, big-time. The opportunity was gold, I could not refuse, trespass is only a misdemeanor, it could be my last chance to climb one.
I have climbed several for Ike's Pump & Drilling.
How else can I answer: Besides fun, it's quite thrilling.
Not only are windmills a rarity now, but the range is shrinking, as you can tell by the numbers of pistachio orchards, which are following the path taken by the almond growers, who followed the walnutters. I imagine all these crops go back millennia to the Persians and earlier, seeing as they are growing in a dang desert.
A question had formed in my mind on the drive this evening, This place is a desert, but what is this water source for pistachios? It was soon answered when I climbed down from the windmill stand. Just prior to my climbing the windmill stand, about thirty minutes after the last landowner asked me to take my nosy butt out of the place where I was parked looking at the plains' vast empty (he was mellow), the fact is that I came abruptly to this eight-inch pipe lying ready to be laid in the earth and a huge pistachio planting and I got out of the Red Roadent and heard the sound of a large diesel motor. It could only be irrigating, I thought, since the plastic lines among the trees were full and dripping and dropping like it was March or April, not August.
Where's the water source, I wondered? I got a (terible--fergeddaboutit) shot of the sun behind a tree, then drove a bit and came on the windmill. I went only a short distance down Baxter Road from where the windmill had been. And then I found the water. It's in two very large above-the-ground reservoirs, each the duplicate in size of the other. Twin Ponds, I'll call them--West Twin and East Twin, though they look not at all alike--one's older with larger woody objects, the other has much younger ones planted for arosion control, to prevent the squirrels from killing the ponds, whcih they will if not checked somehow. (Blasted Scuridae are almost as bad as Vogons.)
I drove there next, not realizing what I'd been looking at from up in the air. A levee with trees on top! My gosh! I took the short roadish section up to the top and parked. And, if you count the fact I got the car up there on the levee, about fifteen feet up, I'd judge, above the trees, at any rate...that's another climb today.
Bogus, I know! But trifectas are nice. The fact is, I did get to see the view from way above the trees and did get to take photos of the Chowchilla River from a much more "interesting" POV than usual. And the Twins is a quiet spot in the center of (with the exception of a diesel motor in the distance) quiet acreage and has a terrific view of the good old Range of Light. I'm looking forward to shooting wintertime photos from that vantage.
I still don't know from where they are pumping water into the Twin Ponds. I'll be seeking answers to that shortly. I have it from the director of our museum that there is supposed to be a canal, with a long flume built into its length, someplace in the area carrying Merced Irrigation District water all that way to south county. It carries water over an arroyo, just like the one in the bridge thread that I posted a while back. Just not quite as high as the efforts of the old Roman builders in Campagna. Not even close! We got what we got. Thank God for enough water for luxury crops like pistachios.
Peace statues are out, pistachios are in.
Peace on your nuts, cams, and your climbing partner. But not the rope.
This has been an earnest attempt to document change as I am seeing it. I won't be viewing much after a short span, but you can never tell when, only if, so...
I have one last concrete example of how change occurs in our automobile-ridden and -driven society. This mini-plant is on the 99 at Arboleda Drive exit. They are putting in a new off-ramp. In Hitchhiker's Guide it would be a bypass.
Peace-tachios on the Vogons.
Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the universe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8JJH7ZL_Fk
There are presumably few large woody objects to avoid in outer space. And I've not picked up but one hitchhiker on all of these road voyages, because he's the only one I saw! BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Talk about changes...
zBrown, at least pistachios aren't an All-American food. That would be a grave mistake, I think, to label anything which may have originated in Iran an All-American food...
Parting shot.
Does anyone know about this corporation? Google's link begins by saying, "Establishes and manages wetlands and wildlife habitat through mitigation banking and public and private restoration projects. California, USA."
This section is at the corner of Santa Fe and Marguerite Road, south county.
Mitigation, eh?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitigation_banking
Sounds good on paper.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A change may do you good.
Or it may seem to do you good.
Lookin' all cone-headed there, which is not good or bad, just different.
But that smile?
Just not the snappily dressed guy, are you, Brownzie? Get hep! It helps. And dress sharp. I'm calling the kettle fat, here, and my tongue is all the way in the right cheek My right cheek. My actual face cheek. Anyway, a change of wardrobe can be very effective medicine.
BEAU BRUMMEL AND REGENCY FASHION (not Beau Bridges, not Sonny Crockett)
Beau Brummell was a middle-class Englishman with social ambitions well beyond his income. By the time he gained his inheritance and moved to London in 1799 he had managed to infiltrate the highest level of society and developed a close friendship with the Prince of Wales, the future George IV.
However, it was financially impossible, not to mention socially unacceptable, for a man of Brummell’s station to mimic the opulent garb of the upper class. Thus he set out to perfect the more affordable look of the country gentleman by combining his impeccable sartorial tastes with an impressive physique for displaying them.
Brummell's artful strategy was to elevate the common drabness of country attire to a refined minimalism. He replaced the bright colors previously favored by the elite with a limited palette of dark coats and plain, light-colored waistcoats and pantaloons. Patterned waistcoats were traded in for monochrome versions, frilled shirts were replaced by plain styles and lace cravats were superseded by starched linen neckcloths.
Brummell also imported an understated military and equestrian flair to his wardrobe to emphasize the wearer’s physique and authority. This was done primarily by adopting the tailcoat – a frock coat with a skirt cut away at the front for easier wear when riding – as his coat of choice and enhancing it with skilful tailoring to suggest broad shoulders and a trim waist. Below this his muscular legs were emphasized by the wearing of light colored pantaloons – tight-fitting ankle-length trousers held in place by a strap under the foot – which disappeared into knee-high black leather riding boots styled after those of the Prussian military.
The end result of these innovations was an ensemble vastly more regal than the ill-fitting apparel of the country squires and sans culottes that originally inspired it. It was subsequently adopted by the haut monde as the meticulous Regency wardrobe seen so often in Jane Austen film adaptations.
[Vintage Jim Bridwell photo here.]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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For all those Merced ballwhackers, the CV Little League team just up the block won thew World Series a few years back. Now the team to the east about six miles just won their first regional game 16-2.
Perhaps not in the same class as Richardson-Vicks, but that sure looks like a Wilson glove there.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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And this is all happening in which county?
More fasteners in a more civilized (apparently San Jose) area.
Borderfield State Park along the heavily militarized southern border.
Paint balls? Are shotguns ok?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's okay, cuz large woody objects are known to punk out when you least expect it.
Remember to count the links, don't trust landowners' pit bulls, and be sneaky as hell and try to act innocent when confronted.
From the looks of the signs (thanks for the hilarious share, man--coffee-out-the-nose time!), no one's shooting THEM. There be balls the size of big woody objects between your legs.
Trespassing Butte is apparently close to a felony, almost. Maybe a capital misdemeanor? Hang you high from a large woody object's arms.
I've always thought that the design on an old belt buckle was cool. It incorporated both the roots and then the branches in a vertical motif, of course. And Norwegian's up in the branches, Ron's down below on the ground, but who is that dude under the ground in the roots?
Kobayashi-san! From the Tree Hous of the Angst Moon! May I have your autograph?
http://japandailypress.com/japanese-tree-house-architect-takashi-kobayashi-arrives-in-los-angeles-for-us-debut-2223876/
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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As nearly as I can tell, the freeway is going to be extended from where you can see the car all the way over to the wall on the left at about the level of the existing freeway. This is some of the work on the $1.4 billion project that also includes a high speed high frequency bus system running from Tijuana through Chula Vista and National City (my hoods) to downtown San Diego. I was wondering what the ridership would be.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I want to lay this on you, TT, that I have not actually been threatened by having a piece of weaponry pulled on me for anything. But it's what I try to avoid.
The unavoidable means you are truly cast at the mercy of the land man. He usually responds in a business-like way, being a manager, not some tweaker. This is not something I've encountered very much but maybe three times.
One took place on Sheep I. in San Pablo Bay. It's a private bird hunters' preserve, members only, etc. I may have told this one, but Scott and I were on a short break from the NF factory and we rented a misery boat, as it turned out. the wind died completely. Hot and still. We were not able to start the motor (1 hp Gull outboard POS) so we drifted up onto the rocky beach. This was an inflatable cat. We had the guy come out in his rig, a golf cart, naturally, equipped with not one but two shotguns and a holtered sidearm. He saw our trouble, said he was ex-cop and did us right, gave us stuff to jury the spark plug, and a tool to use on it; on our way back into the bay very shortly, but the right pontoon still leaked. Slowly we paddled, steering back the way we had to go. Sundown saw us fagged, but we made it back to where we'd started. the Gull did not fail again, it simply was under-powered.
Another time Tim and I were cutting up downed black oaks in the lands below Donner heading to Blue Cyn. The land owner came by in his own wood truck and said stumpage is what you think you can pay and still make some extra. Mr. Blevins was his name, from Grass Valley. He was in the process of removing the trees, most of them, to develop the land for homesites. No harm, no foul, he and we both made out. A rarity, I'll bet.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Now that you mention it, I did run into a very hungover looking Don Johnson on Sunset Blvd a couple of blocks east of here about 5:30AM on my way to work. Never met Belushi.
You may or may not believe this. Remember some folks call Gower Street an Avenue.
http://www.ghostwhisperer.us/Main/Marmont.html
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's right, duck and cover, low-flying aircrap.
[Click to View YouTube Video]this one's for Dennis Oakeshott.
Dennis and Millis went up the hillis,
Climbing the Salathe clean.
Dennis asked Millis to stop, simply chillis.
It was quite a comical scene.
If I were Bruce Willis, I'd have clocked Millis
With my crag hammer's nicely-formed peen!
Ypee-ki-yay, Uncle Jimmy Weldon!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That was some good past rock, Mr. Roy. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I do go further back than you may realize, however.
First, the lyrics to Mr. Sinatra's My Way.
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mentionI did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
[instrumental]
Yes, it was my way.
The secret to the success of this song is that it was such a wellllllllll-written piece of poetry. It appeals to each and every one of us who has a self-image of the wood chip going against the stream, or of the boulder that won't move. Our psyches respond to this type of stroking. Madison Avenue (Are they still the advertising center they were back there?) knew this decades ago. The underlying philosophy of effective ads is to reinforced what people have already determined they like. Once you've purchased something and hear or see an ad for that thing, you are being told you have made a correct choice. Stroke, stroke, stroke.
There must be a climb somewhere named for M-my W-way.
I do like the reference to each & every highway. I can relate very much lately here.
Billy Bibbit is the opposite to this personality, in my mind.
http://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=yzpLB9ulA3s
I don't belive in this world anymore
I con't believe in me anymore
If I can rise above it...
Can anybody save me?
Another shell in which to live, not forgive?
[Click to View YouTube Video]This clip from one of my faves might show that.
That last line of Nurse Rat is pretty good.
"Therapy."
The rapee, more like.
She set poor Billy's self-esteem back another notch with what she was doing, reminding him of his mother's disapproval.
Bitch.
Before I forget, here's yesterday's sunrise.
Today's will be here on time, I'm happy to say, at 6:07. But I'm not sanguine that the pall of smoke over the moutains will have lifted. Nope, looked out the window--still hanging in there. I bet today's rvent looks about like yesterday's.
I liked the spectres of the peaks that appeared as shadows on the smoke in yesterday's shots. I forget the name of that phenomenon as it's known over in Europe, when shadows are displayed on clouds.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Have a fine Sunday.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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As they say in the song, spotlight on James Brown (was Buster his love child?)
If you're more into guitar special effects than ballwhacking, here's my nephew with his BARRACUDA pedal invention (it's kinda long, feel free to fast-forward).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Not to play favorites, so here's another nephew and his crane. If I fall down dyin', he's bound to pick me up.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
* Disclaimer. I get no kickbacks. I will point out that the pedal company is no longer Toadworks, but rather TEN Effects.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Interestingly (or maybe not), the Sweetwater and Lower Otay dams failed or collapsed in 1916. The flooding was blamed on the infamous Charles Hatfield, aka The Rainmaker (not affiliated with Dylan's friend, though the walls did collide and Mr. Hatfield did depart rather quickly).
Well, the rain man comes with his magic wand
But the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond"
And the walls collide, Mona cries
And the rain man leaves in the wolf man's disguise.
Sweetwater
Lower Otay
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Lower Otay today does appear to be solid.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Pate, it was way past time for the change. The new one with the pink titties will be a crowd pleaser...
DMT tastes like Pate's old socks, SO DON'T SMOKE HIM!
These Buster Broon's are magic, lad!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Whilst on the topic of Portugal, Carlos Alberto Gomes De Sá (age 39) of Portugal won the Badwater race this year in 24:38:16.
There appeared to be about 15 DNF'ers out of 96.
Dean Karnazes who is now 50 finished 32:27:17.
Oldest finisher appears to be Mark Olson (66) 40:51:56,
Oldest (but DNF) Karsten Solheim (76). Amazing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How to have fun while beating the sh#t out of your body. No thanks.
Fitness, not witless.
"Let the Hills Run, Red."
The Hills Run Red/Starring Henry Silva in this action-packed western IN ENGLISH. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDDNlDZ3kWM
The beating Henry takes in the intro scene with the Yanks, now that the war is over, struck me as being in line with the brutality of this self-esteem gig called the Badwater. That would be a great name for a spaghetti brand.
Your basic revenge flick with holsters and horses and Henry. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Silva
"Pot-boil the Badwater and enjoy your meal."
Fjord Django, the newest in a line of western-names-for-cars, along with the Sierra, the Laredo, the Scottsdale, is being put on the market soon from Saab. There's a troll hanging around, too. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll_(automobile);
Viva Django (1968 spaghetti western)
Starring: Terence Hill, Horst Frank and George Eastman
A mysterious gunfighter named Django is employed by a local crooked political boss as a hangman to execute innocent locals framed by the boss, who wants their land. What the boss doesn't know is that Django isn't hanging the men at all, just making it look like he is, and using the men he saves from the gallows to build up his own "gang" in order to take revenge on the boss, who, with Django's former best friend, caused the death of his wife years before.
It's a revenge story. I got to sleep halfway thru and didn't miss anything. I replayed it. Sundays should always be this way, unless you're out in the hills.
Nicola di Bari/You'd Better Smile
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH5JwmPWmfI
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How to bring a climber back from the sky? A silly thing for me to try.
But how'd he get so far, so high? Real good rubber, that is why.
The Devil’s Milk: A Social History of Rubber/John Tully
http://monthlyreview.org/press/books/pb2310/
Photo taken for instructional purposes only.
Climb like you have a brain!
zBrown, I hear Mark Olson drinks only coffee and milk. But he's gonna be a Norski, betcha, not a Finn. He's a non-Finnish finisher?
I simply could not resist. Nick makes me do these things.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Speaking of birthdays, neebee, thank you for the gift of your presence here.
You certainly weren't born under a bad sign; that's an ASL joke, my dear.
A short tribute to my older brother, the sportsman, long may he live.
He kilt a chipmunk when he was only six. He kilt his first bear when he was a young teen. His grampa Bill Bermingham took him and molded him as a boy ought to be. Taught him to skin, filet, butcher, flyfish, jerk, etc. Plucking he managed to learn on his own.
He married his wife's cousin, a much more fitting mate, a lust match not. Just two cynics united. Amen.
I love them just the way they are.
Thank you, Grampa, you did a swell job.
We had the world's worst sound system at our home and they didn't know it. I used the stereo constantly when I lived there in the late sixties for short spells. I was a mannish boy, moving around as the spirit dictated, or needs.
I had some Muddy and BB, but this was the real deal, far as I was concerned. I'd heard him play in the Fillmore on the Hendrix ticket, I think, when I was enlisted and at TI in SF Bay.
Albert I, King of the Blues/The Hunter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrWa3gE7p9g
Love gun. Huh.
Of course I had this album. It was produced in 1967. If anyone wants my opinion, THIS IS THE RECORD OF THE CENTURY.
By a black man or a white man.
No opinion on this century. It's not a total bust yet.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Continuing to harp on the damn dams. Lower Otay with Car. Obviously after it was rebuilt (the dam, not the car).
Not the same car and headed toward Pt. Loma Lighthouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This may be a view from the road to Pt. Loma, taken by Boomer in the early seventies.
How to tell it's the seventies:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Small Retro Trip Report, featuring Boom 'n' Dave, who "managed" their way into this super-top-secret and bona fide intelligence-gathering spot that Ma Bell used to keep tabs on us.
That intrusion, however, is now a thing of the past. Today they do it with computers and "they" are "the friends of Tom Carlottabull."
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
I never have gone up there, myself. I vlewed the spot from the air on my 45th birthday in a private plane, though. Don't remember how it looked.
As a pilot for the Army in the war, Boomer trained at various San Joaquin fields, like Tulare. He didn't fly over the Sierra Nevada at all, just over the valley. He remarked once on how f*#ked-up the air was even back then over the place. You can really tell the ground atmosphere's junk from up there.
Dave Lemmel passed away at a very young age, in his early fifties. He was a good mechanic and purchased Dad's Goliath from him. We had a VW to replace that French ride. Then Dave was forced out of PT&T when the Bell System was broken up and things were vastly re-organized. He took an early retirement, a pittance, really, and was a bus driver for VIA from then on, hauling bodies to and from Yosemite and Merced. I never knew him except to say hello.
Dad's brother, Chuck Bermingham, was trained by PT&T as a technician, who serviced and troubleshot equipment at sites like Mt. Bullion. I believe he did work on it once and stayed at our place while he was thus employed. He had more training time than anyone I know. He loved it, because it was easy for him to absorb and he got much better pay as a result, nearly every time he trained he qualified for more money.
RIP, Chuck, Boomer, and Dave, three company stand-up guys, along with Grampa Bill, who ran things in the Redding "plant."
As long as I'm talking about my dad--
The gentleman being seved is Dad's best friend, Nick Puglizevich, who owned half of Gus 'n' Nicks Liquors and Delicatessen in Merced. His partner, Gus Drumm, retired AF brass, was his partner, and he played golf with Boomer and his other buddies every Wednesday for thiry years or so. And his wife, Bunny, was one of Mom's best drinking buddies. There must have been close to fifty people there that night, boozing it up. Nick and Mike ended up in the pool fully clothed. I remained sober as a judge, just not straight.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Anent the recent musings and conversation about conservation of cattle range, not against encroachment by the pistachio, necessarily, on the plains, but in the footies.
But the article does say Merced County, so this will probably be addressed as well in meetings, one hopes.
I'll explain why this concerns me so much. I grew up here on Olive Ave. back when we had a view of the hills out of our bedroom window, including the coneheads. It was part of growing up, seeing the view erased by actual housing tracts like they grew in Sacramento in the fifties. It is still happening and it's because of the burgeoning population in the central valleys, like it happened in Orange and LA Counties, etc. This is the selfish aspect.
The righteous aspect is that without an automobile-oriented infrastructure, none of this would be possible. It's why I have been so reluctiant to buy a car until recently, in part. I figure my dues have been paid, my C footprint is significantly smaller than many folks', and I'm only going to be driving occasionally as I age, presumably.
I've gone past the angry, and am simply depressed and chagrined that the people in charge have no clues, for the most part.
Fossil Climber, it's with envy that I think of where and how you and Cindy live and of many of the posters here who live in out-of-the-way spots or locales that are in no danger from encroachment, I feel the same about your situations--envious.
One galling note, the meeting scheduled for Modesto is being held in the Pistache Room! Haw-Haw-Haw!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Donini got a gift of pickled beets from me that I got from Geri. Can't beet that.
A Courtship Story.
They are living in sin, OMG! At that age, too!
It's nothing to be embarrassed about.
This woman's a lot of fun to talk to about country ways.
And Norman, "Mr. Olive," was in the Reservoir Dogs movie, but his scenes were all cut.
He cussed too much and kept sucking down martinis.
This shook Quentin, and it stirred him to action.
"You're sh#t-canned, old man, so f*#k off!"
"I'm sh#t-faced, you punk, so stick a pickle up your butt!"
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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ATTENTION MUSICAL MIGRATIONS TODAY FEATURES A MUSICAL TRIBUTE TO
the great and humble bumble bee of the guitar, uke, and other fretted instruments who recently got deceased from something deadly, I guess. I don't know when (recent) or how he got the chop, but his juke-box at home is probably jammed with goodies.
HE'S ECLECTIC, NON-ELECTRIC AND A GOOOOOOD SINGER, TOO.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
[Click to View YouTube Video]This video's shot at the Freight and Salvage, a place I frequented in 1968/1969.
It's just fate I never was able to hear Mr. BOB but I got happy when this guy, a freak named Shine, played there one night. I was with this lady who played (Diane) guitar well and we sat and listened to Shine and she calmly told me he had been one of her instructors. Then he broke a string. He didn't care. He kept playing with aplomb and the rest of his set was kind of un-memorable, as these things are after forty-some years.
John Shine/She's Looking Better Every Beer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stRi_9qxNoM&list=PLA2A1AC231A451607
I wish I'd have waited for Diane to finish school before getting serious about settling down and marrying. Fate dictated otherwise.
If you check out the song on the video which plays right after this beery lullaby, it's called If I Knew Then and only kinda says what I mean.
Howdy, Gypsy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Well I'll try to ketchup.
Meanwhile SuperTopoGigio
Keep you fingers crossed, I am.
There was a tall woody object
everything was love (past tense)
Along came man with fire
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Boomer's photo. San Miguel Mtn. in the far background. Otay Mtn. is to the south. Otay?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hey, Pineapple!
You got chops like these guys.
Your art is so cool.
He's Not Timid on the Stage, as you may or may not know.
Listenin' to Our TT, 'tis a joy in the morning, with his finely-tuned buddies Don Reid and the drummer (f*#kinwhat's his name?) and (I missed the mid-week Facelift campfire melodies last fall) APPARENTLY needs no stage but his own stool and a fire.
Show me the way to the stage, man.
And which way to the bar?
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What can the schmeglies make of it?
Manure sooo right!
They shitnot themselves.
I bet a lots of times that they even get a turd party to watch the watchers.
As for mice, man, I hasta tellya in pictures what I got up to today.
Yesterday it was trees, a tractor, a train, and a trailer.I got yelled at from this property about two minutes after I took this photoid. I had stooped to shoot this wall. She thought I might have been up to something, because her family lived next door to the yard in front of which I was standing.
Who drinks Regal Pale anymore, anyway? Do they still even brew it? Or is it Keysnot Light now? RP is way down the chain, cheap beer-wise/compared-to-anything-wise, at least several links down from PBR, which, as we all know, tastes good even if it's warm.
Nuffa that. This aft was spent sniffing tarweed between here and Snelling/Merced River bottoms, which was where I started out to visit, maybe even a run up to introduce myself to Khanom in Greeley Hill, but that's gonna hafta be tomorrow. I was seriously sidetracked by a sheep's foot sitting on the side of G Grade/Snelling Road.
AT&T is laying cable along the east side of the road. there was a mast set up along the side of the road before I came to the CAT/sheep's foot/feet/whatever. I passed them by as I was going elsewhere, and even though I was tempted to stop, I didn't. I took photos of the CAT, came back to see if the mast was still up, but they'd pulled in the mast and outriggers and gone to the yard by then.
I did something that I never do. Even though this acreage (it's a damned section of unfenced land, looked like, after I got to where I could tell) is not posted, I remember taking photos from here and there is a gate which related it was not permissible to pass tresses here. F*#k that.
There was a ready-made mouse hole in the fence by the culvert below the bridge sitting on the Old Snelling Road, the one that followed contours that had been used since Snellingers needed to get into Merced City.
Snellingites? Snellingians? Snelling-welling citizens?
Actually, Delores wrote this book, Merced Falls, Delores Cabezut-Ortiz, MCHS, 1988. That's a historical society effort, one of the first books they sponsored, I think.
Anyhow, this creek which the old bridge spans (so does the new one, but it's just 3 culverts) has no name that I know. I did my "watercourse routine," like I did at Camp 4 and with Sentinel Creek to some extent, and hope to do with Tenaya Creek later, after Facelift.
Harley handkechief. I forgot to snag my ballcap on the way out of Middle Earth, so I realized my head was gonna fry and did the only thing of which I could think.
[This last grammatic construction sucks, does it not? I can't begin to think of another which lends itself so easily to forget about. About which to forget. No prepositions at the end of a sentence. It's the most ridiculous preposition proposition that I've ever head of.]
I traipsed, I traveled, I tramped, I trod,
And then I scared up an owl, by god.
I would attribute this to Athena, a godess,
Since it's an owl which guards her bodice.
That might be the wise thing to do,
Attribute the owl's presence to you,
Who sits gracefully, faithfully, alone,
Guarding the place I call home.
I did not get the shot of the owl. He sprinted away before I could aim the camera. I sat under his silly willow and took silly pix.Not Athena. Maybe Minerva, with other wisdom.
I'm headin' for the rack!
Mo' lata on the excursion, my version.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Before I toddle off to the sac, here is today's sunsight from the fifth floor balcony. And I also give you the bird free of charge.thought you might like to see my perch.
Falcons coming later!Hype? Nope.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Crashed in Otay Lake, avoided dam, during WWII.
Resurrected 2010.
Shipped to Florida for restoration.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Speaking of ponds, wait.
I need to go to Greeley Hill right now.
I'll be back.
But here.
Yep, another effin' vulture-looking feathery object...
Sorry, it slipped in.
After the episode out in the hillsides, I drove back townwards and hit the local hot fishing spot at Lake Yo. More on everything. More Taco Sauce, please, zBrown.
Gonna go check some Mariposa County veggies out with the Rev.
Bye, said the stanger.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse
This is a test. Do you get this one? One thing I can tell you - the old man is on his death-bed still carrying the fire...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Say all you ballwhackers and ballwhacker fans.
Rebounding from a loss to end pool play, [Chula Vista] Eastlake rode six strong innings from Nick Mora and a late offensive surge to a 12-0 win over Nevada on Friday in the Western Region semifinals at Al Houghton Stadium
One more win and they're off to Penn.
Could be both the positive and negative we've been hearing about lately.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 10, 2013 - 12:45pm PT
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O T A Y! Otay Mtn. looking west to Point Loma.
Otay Mountain Border Patrol Vehicle from Mexican perspective (2010)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 04:22pm PT
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Well, TT, it is indeed an osprey haven, and this has been confirmed this morning by older bro that the birds around his place are the same brand. That was suggested to me by Marcel last week that the one I shot out at Mike's on the Merced was an osprey. There are eagles out there on occasion. They seem to be there on a migratory basis, though. We are speaking of bald eagles. I knew that you'd likely know.
And zBrown, have you indeed been to the top of the peaks whose markers you posted? How else get the photos, you may ask in rebuttal. I know. Just want the facts. Likee the view from Otay.
And NO, Marlow. I can't get the joke, if joke it is....Give me a little longer, though, because I just returned from a journ to Greeley Hill and Merced Falls. Our parents ashes were let gently slip into the waters of the lower Merced River. We were represented by the three generations of descendants and it went smoothly. The ashes had been blessed by catholicity and God was on our side of the river for a short time, at least.
Things went with no hitch. Wind direction, check. Slow troll speed, then dead in the water. Then AWAY THEY GO. RIP, mom & dad. True love ways.
This water's as cold (tested, by golly, by authorities) as Pinecrest Lake and Tenaya. It comes straight out of the bottom of Lake McClure. Brrr...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Aug 10, 2013 - 04:43pm PT
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Adios indeed. I've informed my daughter, with her approval, that I want to go over a Valley waterfall. Not important which one...I just want to take that ride. Hopefully my ashes will have some self awareness as I'd hate to miss out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 08:20pm PT
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I'll keep that in mind, cuz urinal pal.
Put my cremains on the Mt. Clark beach; I won't be too easy to reach for a while
But in many long years they might reach the rapids down at Happy Isles.
We're all fertilizer or fish food
Even when we're in a good mood
It just doesn't matter any
Just put on each eye a penny
It beats being barbecued or stewed.
Like I said, I was in Greeley Hill visiting Camp Runamucka, the Rev's hideout.
Jeffrey Stubbs was their guest last week for the week. He has a travelling lifestyle, to say the least. He had a couple of boxes of books which he'd gotten in VERO BEACH, FLORIDA. That's Lem Mathis' (the Rev's dad) home town.
It is quite a good selection of books that was left with the Rev. Both his dad and mine were pilots in WWII and one book I found is Old Man in a Baseball Cap, a series of momologues in everyday speech about the experiences of a man who flew bombers over Italy and other spots. That was a wierd thing to find the day before Boomer's ashes were settled.
Stubbs is a cousin of the late Ned Gillette, murdered by bandits in China while on a sojourn there. the Rev's ski collection contains a pair of red Kastles which belonged to Neddly, given to him by JS.
There are lots of things the Rev has collected over the years, aside from his congregation.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 08:54pm PT
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Thursday afternoon I went to visit Kanom's Hopping Rabbit Farm. It's a lovely meadow and the house is grand, but we only visited a short time.
You might not expect the fruit stand would be so active as it was, but he was definitely hopping.
The Khanom Palace is in the background.
Their land lies on Cuneo Road, which sounds very like the Spanish word conejo, or rabbit.
Eric tells me his business is as good as it is because folks up here are desperate for fresh veggies.
Just let me say it was an eye-opening drive for me, as I had never been up Fiske Road out of Greeley Hill, and it's a gorgeous long meadow leading to your spot. Thanks to you both and God bless your venture with all the best.
Facelift countdown...
45 days!!!!
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2128112&msg=2128112#msg2128112
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2128112&msg=2128112#msg2128112
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 09:14pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 10:41pm PT
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At last I found a nicely suitable requiem for the folks, and I've been searching for some good Fahey live videos, so...
[Click to View YouTube Video]I don't mind the name because you have to name your compositions somethin'.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 11:01pm PT
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I liked that one, Tami.
You have excellent taste and your shoes obviously match.
Some people are not perfect.
I know, it's a universal truth, but at least we both know different.
We've learned from our mistakes, too.
Some never do.
I loved the black and white and appreciate the effort Mr. Lipsett made to educate you and others.
But NASA finally figured it out, back then, at least.
It just took trial and lots and lots of error, WHICH MANY OF US FORGET.
[Click to View YouTube Video]As a kid, listening to sonic booms and watching plumes of steam and combustion rise fromt the Arerojet rocket engine test facility out by Mather AFB in Sacramento, I really appreciated it when our cartoon maestro on Ch. 3 screened some rocket failures. His name, CAPTAIN SACTO. He came on just after the Mouse Club and just before SKIPPER STU and POPEYE.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2013 - 11:33pm PT
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The John Fahey show, featuring him playing ELECTRIC GUITAR!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlCOQr7o8A4
This is revolutionary to me, and I like it.
I'm Not There/Am I in Hiding as Mouse? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RltIUKEpukg
WATCH THIS, IF YOU HAVEN'T.
I cannot promise anything, because I just watched the movie, parts of it, anyway, with Denice B. early this morning while the Rev slumbered, dreaming of more sleep, probably.
I believe Fellini would have appreciated this one.
It is a bit confusing, but that's part of its message.
[Click to View YouTube Video]We're all pretty confused, just don't realize how much.
But when Quinn gets ya in...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 01:04am PT
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:32am PT
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Thanks for a seriously meaningful ...
... and cool thread:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 10:44am PT
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Mr. Merlot, thanks, you magic Norsty. You run some seriously cool didaction on your part, too. School should be more damn fun than not going to school. How simple is that? A high schooler simply doesn't want to be bored and TOLD. If it's on offer, they may or may not take a bite and chew on it; it's at least a bit more tempting to bite an educational apple if it's read to them. Too little effort goes into making subjects more (shyte) interesting.
Been out bein' a blue-eyed son of a gun, looking for dead oceans (the whole central valley, if you please), and trying to figure out my next moves on the board of life in advance. And I was just thinking of you, Taddly.
What have YOU and MO been doin'? The kiddies all safe? Will you be around at Facelift?
Dish.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 11:14am PT
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A great example of didaction here.
I came across this late last night.
It moved me.
Miss. John Hurt/I Shall Not Be Moved
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLc8YeXP8FY
Miss. John Hurt informed Mr. John Fahey that he should play more hymns simply by playing them so damned well and feelingly. And he should use his style of pickin' to compose some things on his own.
Ho, man!
Was the second, younger John, ever moved!
A splendid influence, in my book.
Now, following my wont, I checked out my Gramma B's bible, which was given to my mother, the second Mrs. B. And I looked up the Second Epistle of John of God, to whom Jesus entrusted his own mother's well-being as he was hung up and couldn't any longer physically look after her.
From: John, the old Elder of the church. To: That dear woman Cyria, one of God's very own, and to her children whom I love so much, as does everyone else in the church.
Since the Truth is in our hearts forever,
God the Father and Jesus Christ his Son will bless us with great mercy and much peace, and with turth and love.
How happy I am to find some of your children here, and to see that they are living as they should, following the Truth, obeying God's command.
Those are verses 1-4. The rest of the chapter is in the same vein.
The Elder John closes the letter in this manner:
Well, I would like to say much more, but I don't want to say it in this letter, for I hope to come to see you soon and then we can talk over these things together and have a joyous time.
Verse 12 seems a good place to close this homily. I don't want to bore anyone with my peace of mind.
I shall be at Facelift. I hope to see and meet many of you brother climbers and your families and have a joyous time ourselves!
A special shout-out/thank you to neebee, whose kindness and example helped this rolling stone in the right direction, allowing me to find this peace.
I still have many rough edges, but these kind of stones make excellent building material, do they not? Not necessarily better, because the Mighty Builder is the one who chooses each of us for special tasks.
His boy, JC, could be said to be the Heavenly Honcho, trying to herd us onto the right trails.
Peter and the rest took turns being the Righteous Ramrod when their times came.
Amen.
Hey, it is Sunday, right? :)
If you don't understand that He Who Makes is the Chief of this Tribe, and is capable of great whimsy, stop and look around.
I give you the playtpusthe coelocanthand climbing itself
Dingus, Bingus! Outtasite, man. Joyous!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 12:01pm PT
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God the Father and Jesus Christ his Son will bless us with great mercy and much peace, and with turth and love.
Oops! To err is human. Forgive?
AMENDS
All over the earth
We spread the turth.
We're all men of worth
At each one's birth.
Firth mirth
What is a Presbyterian?
A Presbyterian is a Baptist who likes to drink but doesn't have enough money to be Episcopalian.
Sunday funny
A Baptist and a Methodist were riding out together, just prior to a
storm. The Baptist suggested they should drive faster.
The latter replied, "Why, brother, are you afraid of water?"
"Oh, no," said the Baptist, "I am not afraid of the water, it's the
sprinkling I wish to avoid."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 11, 2013 - 12:23pm PT
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I have been to the top of Otay twice and to Monument Peak of Mt. Laguna thrice.
Interestingly, on one Otay trip an inmate had escaped from the nearby Donovon State Prison and we encountered 14 Border Patrol vehicles which kindly (or not) generated enough dust to make me cough for two weeks afterwards. They did assure us we would be fully protected (even though the guy was forty miles away in another part of the county).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 12:35pm PT
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Bordering on non-PC.
Q: What do you call a Mexican with a rubber toe?
A: Roberto!
Q: What do you call a Mexican with a lowered car?
A: Carlo!
Q: What do you call a white boy with no car?
A: A Flame.
Q: What do you call a white boy from Merced with no thumb?
A: Joaquin Mouse.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Aug 11, 2013 - 01:02pm PT
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While you're reading the Bible, Mouse, don't forget the Book of Reason...sadly, not included in any Bible I've ever seen.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 01:26pm PT
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Why have we a brain, otherwise, than to scope out the WatchTower, Awake, The Ligourian, World Magazine, just to name a few modern epistolic publications, let alone The Book?
You don't need reason when faith is concerned. It's just that simple. We make our own choices based on reason. I find my life quieter, more relaxed and worry-free than ever currently. It's reason enough for me at this stage in my life. Whether I live after death is of no real consequence to me, I'm not seeking heavenly reward; but it would be as wild a surprise as consciously experiencing one's last ride on that waterfall, should that come to pass.
And as to whether dead matter can or will rise at the end of the world, we are all in this together, and if everyone were to operate in the same manner, this could be a paradise. Reason tells us this cannot happen currently. This is where hope buttresses love.
It's a good reason to check out the bible and I'm glad for the biblical education that was given me. I'm a step ahead of some others, meaning I'm a leader of sorts, actually trying to live up to the expectations of my parents in a minor, unanticipated way, but doing it honestly and with patience.
It is a comfortable role and that is all I should say.
Bees, out.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Aug 11, 2013 - 01:49pm PT
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Well then. Flame on Brother!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 02:22pm PT
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As sermons go, this is not one. It is only a meditation on responsiblilty. But the fact is, we are our brother's keeper, and his
well-being should be our concern. When we ditch this responsiblility, we are in error. And to accept this responsibility takes courage. From where does our courage come to us in some of these situations involving our brothers-in arms or our brothers-in-daily-life?
People have labeled me a leader, and that is hard to stomach, as I am not a good role model, or haven't been, to my mind.
Things look different today, I hear every mother say.
They aren't different now from WWII, or Galilee in the time of the Apostles when it comes to the important stuff, but a casual observer wouldn't see this, only accept the lyric as good enough, without thinking. (Thank you, Mr. Lipsett).
neebee, the Mary Cassatt of the North, tells me she doesn't like to listen to things which may stick in her head and distract her from what she feels is her trail. I am sorry for the crudity of the message above, neebee and others, too, but it means something to me. As I said, there are lots of rough edges on this cobbly old geek, but then there are many out there in the same boat, thinking they can walk on water alone.
I think they are wrong in that and I'm not afraid to say it. You're like a stone, dudes. You're going to the bottom quickly without help, from above or from your mates, you will soon be meeting your fates.
Peter found it out the hard way, according to the old story. He adjusted to the yoke and found it comfortable.
I'm not there...
...I'm here, now.
Haul on that bowline, mateys.
Heave! All together now, handsomely!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:02pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
as to this, though, not to worry, or think i am 'narrow' to not
listen to others though:
neebee, the Mary Cassatt of the North, tells me she doesn't like to listen to things which may stick in her head and distract her from what she feels is her trail. I am sorry for the crudity of the message above, neebee and others, too, but it means something to me. As I said, there are lots of rough edges on this cobbly old geek, but then there are many out there in the same boat, thinking they can walk on water alone.
what i MEANT when i shared that is this:
things that are very overpowering as to pressured and fast paced PUSH PUSH PUSHES whether in music, talk, singing, or words/books, etc... is what i do not fill my mind with, or let myself BE DELUGED by, or watered with, etc,
:)
it makes the brain heavy and blocks out or own things and wonders at learning and listening to the whole picture of things, and it ruins our trail with rockfall, dead briars, and slipping dirt constantly where we start to step...
always better to, like plants, take in PROPER amounts of whatever is out there and TEST what is good 'food for us'...
:)
but, just wanted to share, that i sure don't mind listening to friends share what they are doing, how they feel, or what they enjoy, i just may careful in my own ways to go by the gut-feeling of what make my over-all
self, body, mind and spirit:
grow, flourish and give out the best fruit that i can, :)
and, of course, i keep praying, :)
thank you so much, for all the very nice shares, here at the flame, for us all to visit. :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:03pm PT
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hey there say, marlow...
wow, i love that neat mouse on a skateboard, :)
merced mouse, that ol' mouse from merced, is really traveling and enjoying
that skateboard, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:07pm PT
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neebee
freebie,
thee be
lovely.
Merci, Madame.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:22pm PT
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Neebee
You say: "merced mouse, that ol' mouse from merced, is really traveling and enjoying that skateboard"
Yes, and as long as he keeps skating with his camera, we can travel with him... ;o)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 11, 2013 - 03:54pm PT
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Let us not forget the Book of Love. I wonder who wrote it.
Karmen Sutures?
Assuredly not the Stereotones.
Was there a Chapter Five?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Gratuitous shot of Orangeman on top Otay Mtn.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2013 - 08:54pm PT
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Don't use a skateboard for this tour!
A bit of a non sequitur, but this is what I do when I pull over to shoot.
In honor of Dr. Margaret, who hired my old friend Natalie when our B.Dalton Bookseller store closed, here's Dale and his weird buddy, along with an even more weird duck.
[Click to View YouTube Video]A pleasant valley Sunday here, but a bit too hot.
I'll be back after a shower and some much-needed rest and we'll look at some birds other than Donald.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 06:51am PT
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http://www.jfklibrary.org/JFK/JFK-in-History/Physical-Fitness.aspx?p=2
This dirt bank is where Mickey and I tried to learn rappelling on black and orange nylon line. The creek was like this, too. We got the rope burns on our shoulders, like you'd expect. We had a glove, but just the one, so it went on the brake hand. It was a left glove and we are both righties. We sucked at rappelling. Ths frogging is much better.
Like I said, this is not a tour for a skateboard. A bicyclist could do this easily since it's all level roads. And there are the swimming holes for the suicidal. Try that last irrigation ditch while I call the Fire/Rescue crew.
This tour took Three Hours. No Minnows were harmed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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If the boot fits, wear it, I guess.
At the campsite in Camp Fantastic Four, Strom Thunder lights his sister's cigaret from the other end of the picnic table.
She thanks him, the icky-puff dangling sexily from her lips, and surreptitiously sticks her cig-fingers into the cold coffee in her cup.
Across from her, rolling a number, Reed Powell comments, "You really need to quit that habit, man. Strom, you are the enabler of the group. You know that Flamous from Merced quit them coffin nails, right?"
"No, I didn't. He still burn the bush?"
"Yeah, but he's got more money now to buy it with, too."
NOT to be continued as I've never been a large fan of combustion in comics or newspapers or magazines...
and I can't point my tar-stained finger at anyone I know who still smokes the rollies.
It's a free country, just a repressed society.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Aug 12, 2013 - 01:22pm PT
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Loved the pics up thread just a bit. I always make up stories to go along with abandoned houses.
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 01:25pm PT
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There is no need to start another thread about languages around the world, jah?
But should I begin one, the Thread Title would be "All Finnished" or some such.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Jaakenbloggon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 06:17pm PT
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Hi, what's goin' down?
Oletko Suomen vielä?
At the same time, pink is a neglected color lately, seems to me.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 12, 2013 - 09:10pm PT
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Michele's Ladybug 1A class.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2013 - 10:41pm PT
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Mi
Ta
Kuu
Luu
Nope
Si
No
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Mi
Ta
Kuu
Luu
En
See
No
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Ver'
Nize
Ver'
Mize.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 13, 2013 - 10:24am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 13, 2013 - 11:35am PT
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I did not do that well in Ladybug 1A.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2013 - 12:14pm PT
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ABOUT ACCURATE RECALL
I remember flying from Dakar in the Senegal across the Sahara Desert through the Zagora Pass into Marrakech, Morocco. We were low on fuel. We landed at this dusty town, Timbuktu, mud huts, everyone speaking French. American Air force fuel depot. Thousands of barrels of fifty-gallon, one hundred octane aviation fuel. We had cold beers. Refueled, took off, flew through the Zagora Pass, through the Atlas Mountains and into Marrakech. I remember all this with pristine clarity.
I never happened. I checked my old navigator logs. We didn’t land to refuel. We flew right through the Zagora Pass. And we wouldn’t have refueled at Timbuktu anyway. Too far away from the course of our flight. So, where did that memory of that dusty French African town come from?
My memory, it’s accurate and false at the same time. It’s complex and simple. It changes constantly, often just to fit the circumstances. And yet, all this time I know I’m telling the truth because I’m relying on my memory.
I think one of the most generous things a person can do is share themselves wholeheartedly with another person. How do you do that? You take off your mask and the mask that’s under that mask. You reveal yourself. You reveal yourself in the stories you choose to tell. We become redundant. We tell the same story over and over again.
The memory of our memories; the story of our stories. Complex and simple. Sometimes interesting, sometimes boring, sometimes true, sometimes not true. Always revealing.
--Fred Rochlin, OLD MAN IN A BASEBALL CAP
this man knows nothing of masks. Obfuscation, sure, but not masks. He's our flawed hero now, shelved now, but our memories recall a different time.
Imagine a future with no human memory, all computerized, but the computers have a union now, and have scheduled breaks, which cannot be interrupted. They are cute when they're babies, sleeping and so adorable.
"Hal, yur cue, man. Man, wake the eff up! Jeez, man, we need you! Are these coordinates right?"
And he just walked along alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed."
--BD, BOFLAJP
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 13, 2013 - 12:48pm PT
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Trying to avoid recall as he speaks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 04:31am PT
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Sounds From the Next Stall.
Used to be a locksmith.
Used to be Roseanna...
Used to be a painter, colors all got washed out.
Used to be a window...
I won't regret memories on the floor.
I used to be a rainbow...
...I used to be a mountain till I blew my head off.
>yrics and hella good playing by T Hocking's little band of brothers and sister, Jane Jones.
A commander-in-chief who has no brain...no time left to wonder why...s sacrificial pawn in the idiot's game...
I wish we all could jam...a Together Jam.
Thank you, Tad. I have gottn more pleaure from your gang's CD than any classical music, ever, with the exception of Beethoven's Violin Concerto.
How's that, huh? Believable?
If they knew anything about you...
Tad's bass and banjo are much appreciated.
Especially down along Roguue Canyon walls, sunshine all about me.
I've always had Cool Friends, now I have two more: Mo and Tad, the Hockings of Redding, Shasta County.
Musicians, golfers, climbers...it's f*#kin' party time!
Raucous rock, indeed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 04:57am PT
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I lay awake at night...
Boy, I'm just thinkin' to myself...
Don't it hurt so bad...etc.
(Don't it, just!!!)
But the sun rises in the east, sets down in the west,
It's hard to tell...It's hard to tell...etc.
(Ain't it, just!!!)
Blues guitar...etc., when the sun goes down.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Gary Lynch, bass. He was recommended to me this evening...
[Click to View YouTube Video]The high-rent district at the base of El Cap.
See Barrie Realty for terms...
Lost Boys are never what they seem.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 05:45am PT
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Ridiculous price for a year's subscription!!!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Why hesitate?
Not exactly a surfing safari, because it's a Smurfing party!!!
Talk about the blues!!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 14, 2013 - 11:41am PT
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What passes for big news in Otay, the town, not the mountain.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Meanwhile in Riverside. Were all factors considered?
Placed by Riverside Water Department with approval from RFD. Receiving water from Eastern Municipal Water District,
RWD Residential
All street intersections
Every 450 feet
Streets with center medians
Commercial
At each intersection
Every 300 feet
Over 6,763 hydrants in Riverside
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 05:33pm PT
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And excess of access strikes again.
I pity the poor commuter
Who wishes he'd stayed home
Who travels the freeway every day
But knows in his heart it's a waste of his time
--James 8/05:54
Iago where yer told
And when iaget there
Iado what they say
And when iaer done
Iamight get some pay
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 14, 2013 - 08:55pm PT
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By way of researching just what is wrong with decision making in California, I have determined that the 805 Freeway was conceived in 1954 and implemented (completed (you say)) in 1976.
Do I know the way to San Jose? No, but my friend Diana does. Just gimme some piece of mind, uptemp version. Nice and short too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 14, 2013 - 10:40pm PT
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As the master, Yi Ha said:
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2013 - 09:54am PT
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http://www.twainhartevisitor.com/playvideotwainhartetour.php
Sister Lenna Louise (don't call her Loweezy) posted to my FaceBeak page like so...
And the canal mentioned at @2:00 is within abut a choked-down nine-iron away, so her freezer is well-stocked with trout. The gal fishing looks suspiciously like one of her daughters.
We have had a few July Fourths and so on at Twain-Hate Lake, which is private--another daughter's in-laws have a membership to it.
And then there is Pinecrest Lake, below Botch Ridge ski area, where, across the lake, we spent a miserable night "winter camping" with Troop 98, about which I have told earlier.
Who is Simon Wheeler? You may have noticed the name in the Calaveras Jumping Frog blip. Here is a good answer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXmsLe8t_gg
I doubt he was the one responsible for the Bomp, maybe just the Jump.
[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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Aug 15, 2013 - 10:24am PT
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Banjin' Flame-o's.
Beijing Boulders.
Jumpin' amphibian.
Risin' sun.
Good morning, Vietnam!!!
--Adrian Kronauer
Why could this "still" not have been used in the movie of the same name, Duke?
T Hick, there's a message for you on the...never mind. I see you got it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2013 - 05:23pm PT
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I am guessing on what I say, because I did not take the photos, obviously....I don't like it, but that's what I have to do in some instances.
--from page one of The Flames
Together with the quote above and the essay on long-term memory (you haven't forgotten it yet, if you've seen it, no one posting here is off that bad) by Fred Rochlin, I have another observation on memory.
the Rev climbed Washington Column once, via the old standard route, which'emever one of several which that ol' boy thinks it is. He claims it was in my company.
I maintain the opposite, or a radically different version, to whit: he may have climbed one of the easier ones of the Lunch Ledge variety (how many there are and their variants I haven't any clue now), but I never have climbed any but two of the Column's offerings, the East Face (with Andy Cox) and the South Face (with Cowboy Larry).
The Tarbuster Tenet: the Rev NEVER lies.
He seems to be belyin' said Holy Writ and he's adamant about the circumstances. I don't blame him, as it's as good a climbing story as you get, on average, for rock 'n' roll kids from Merced.
I believe, in light of Navigator Fred's words, that the Rev is experiencing the same mnemonic phenomenon as Fred when he felt his trans-Atlantic flight landed in Timbuktu. I quote:
"My memory, it’s accurate and false at the same time.
It’s complex and simple. It changes constantly, often
just to fit the circumstances. And yet, all this time
I know I’m telling the truth because I’m relying on
my memory."
Boy, this is weird. I've come to the possibility that it may have been another climber he knew well, one from Merced, possibly. And nothing is certain here, memory-wise, as we can casually observe from the route discussion between Clint Cummins and myself over Derringer/Maxine's Wall on the first page.
Simply because he and I were close as brothers, climbed together constantly during the seasons we were in Camp 4, and his memory tells him so, he believes differnt'n me. I can accept the fact our ageless memories have become less intact because of age, just as he's almost come to terms with his hearing loss, which seems to be hereditary with Lem, his dad, not hearing at all now.
Was it Throwpie who climbed the Column with the Rev?
Stay tuned. If it was indeed our Flaming Skater from Decatur, we'll find out shortly and I'll be glad to let him, or whoever this mystery man actually was, tell the story of that climb.
There is another tale which the Rev laid on me last weekend, concerning the Terrible Cross in South San Fran. (You doesn't have to call it Frickso.)
Back in the day, which would be one in the summer of year 1969 by my reckon, Larry Horton led the Concrete Calamity and the Total n00b, had to clean it. Not hard, you say. It's a snap on Jumars, you say. A n00b could unsnap crabs from the numerous bolts quite easily, you say.
The crux of the climb for our soon-to-be hardman came when he was tiring from the unaccustomed effort (FIRST TIME ON JUMARS, never used PRUSSIKS, even). Horton looks down from the anchors--I don't know if they were on the crossarm or the actual top--and sees that he has NOT TIED IN TO THE JUMARS!!!
Oh sh#t-Oh dear!
Then the SF police showed up in the vicinity and saw them, or they had been reported by some Do-Good Ding-Dong.
Oh sh#t-Oh dear! Oh sh#t-Oh dear!!!
Meanwhile, the n00b is nearly panicking but holds it together somehow. He takes the crabs and uses what's there to tie in to the lower Jumar.
The coppers declare that this foolishness is over and they demand that the climbers return to earth toot de soot, or else. "OR ELSE WHAT?" the Rev shouts down. "I couldn't come down right now if I had to."
Such brazen contempt for the authorities did my bad-boy heart some good. Like, HE HAD TO COME DOWN AT THEIR COMMAND, HELL! Well, the guys did get down and took some sort of medicine, I suppose. I wasn't told what the ultimate outcome was of this contretemps.
As in the case of Navigator Fred, all's well that ends well, no matter the truth of the story, I suppose.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 15, 2013 - 05:50pm PT
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A patient entering a US hospital is 40 times more likely to acquire methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) bacteremia than a patient entering a hospital in The Netherlands.
Pretty tame, but take a look at some MRSA photos.
*Van Cleef B Kluytmans J, Bentheu B, et al. Cross border comparison of MRSA bacteremia between the Netherlands and North Rhine-Westphalia (Germany) :a cross sectional study. PLoS One. 2012;7:e42787.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2013 - 05:56pm PT
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Clean, clean, clean.
Don't I ever get to lead?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 15, 2013 - 06:24pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
been so busy, had not stopped by...
had to stop now and say: 'hey there'... and sayyyy...
well, SAY something, ...
but did not know what else to say, so:
just said 'the above'... and this bit more...
;)
god bless...
will be less busy soon, too, and more on an even keel...
(said all that, as well, and this)... :)
p.s.
and-- more on an even keel, sure sounds odd, huh?
one cannot MOOR on the keel, even or not... so, i reckon you know
what i meant, being it was SAID in PRINT and all, ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2013 - 07:54pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Othello, hey say there, cutie~"there"is where I be not.
Can't ya see what ya done for me?
When we turned a new corner
Then we ascended cracks and chimneys
And reached~
And reached~
And then rapped to the bottom in either six or seven raps, I forget.
And called it all right.
All in the same boat here.
God bless, enee, meenee and neebee.
Minie gonna hafta wait till he got some props.
This here's got the props--like a Motor Boat!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Reachin' for that there other shore.
Penticton, here I come!
Raftageddon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2013 - 09:23pm PT
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So anyway, there I was at Gabe's Tavern.
Out binge-drinking.
I know, I'm an alky with atrial fibrillation, ATF, or some such. And the medicos tell me not to drink any.
I'm only musician, just a mouse when it comes to denying myself fun experiences, or what I perceive as fun to be had.
I like rice and barley,
Fermented or not.
I felt sorta gnarly,
But now I am not.
I figgered one night out a month is reasonable and more following their advice than not. Besides, angst is the shits.
My angst meter is at zero as a result, though I lost the day. Thanks, T Hocking, for making me realize the psychic trauma of missing out on a day. The Ray-Milland Syndrome.
I wish this were all in black and white, it would ring more turly.
And the turth hurts.
But wear it I must.
Or end up like Williams,
Alone in the dust.
I have not had so much fun since we were at Tom's Thumb as I had that night, whichever it was, Tues, Weds. That's understandable.
But the fact that I can't recall her name is inexcusable.I was partners with the gal on the left, while Andy was teamed with Angelina on the right. These two are old pals. I think my partner's name is Christina, though I won't swear to that.
We split the four games, then they two split, Angelina to split bananas at Stone Cold Creamery for a shift and the other lady to catch a ride home with her. Andy and I stayed and left soon after dark.
Gene, the old man, Gabe, has retired as of about two or three months ago and the place is in good hands.
We still watch Miss Kitty
Down at the Long Branch
And Matt Dillon's
Still the toughest of them all.
Ya owe me a dollar, still, Andy. Ya welsher!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2013 - 10:19am PT
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Dear MungeClimber:
While reflecting on munginella this morning, reading of Major Savage last night, dreaming this morning, very briefly, of Facelift 2013 and the potential, "Why do they call it the Range of Light?"
I haven't a clue.
Same old shine, I know, I know. Is there an elixir that can cure me of the mountain-lack blues?
Yours,
Clueless and Sleepless in Merced.
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Gene
climber
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Aug 16, 2013 - 03:24pm PT
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Mouse,
I'll be in beautiful Merced Tuesday afternoon. I will be thirsty. Wanna hit Gabe's?
g
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2013 - 03:56pm PT
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Well, let me check my calendar!
Lat time...I fergit...oh, yeah, Thursday night...
Christina? Chelsea? Carina?
They're all good, so yeah!
Mouse def.
I'm heading out the door to McConnell STate Pk. with George and his daughter Anita.
And Buddy, their doggone Chihuahua. (Half Pug and Half Dasher Hound, he tells me. He's a pointer.)
See ya.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2013 - 03:57pm PT
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I don't know a Doug. Who is he?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 16, 2013 - 08:10pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2013 - 10:14pm PT
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I rated that photo high as it goes. I'd give it six stars, one for each.
Take me back to Indio...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Marcel, my erstwhile greenhorn climbing buddy, former Middle East Earthian from down the hall, sent this here video on the e-mail machine today.
"It never does any good, Flossy."
"I'll try it again, Bossy, just for the sake of form, dear.
More cowbell, please."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 17, 2013 - 12:18am PT
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Leave them cows alone!
er ... teacher - leave them cows alone!
All in all, we don't need no education. Thought control, likewise I'm sure.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2013 - 02:48am PT
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That's B flat ware, zBrown.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Johann Georg Albrechtsberger taught Johann Nepomuk Hummel who taught F. X. Mozart, W. A. Mozart Son, or Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Jr.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albrechtsberger
Ah feel so dang uncontrapuntal Ah thins Ah’m gots t’ take m’ B flat boat out into de ribber and git ma se’f rolled ovah by one o’ dey steamboats a-comin’ roun’ de ben’.--D. Brimmer “Hodad “ Scuzz’s Sad Boy Blues for Jew’s Harp
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 18, 2013 - 11:42am PT
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apparently the (saloon) lady sings the blues
this sucks, but it is Amanda, a saloon & Janis
probably will be removed by popular demand
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 18, 2013 - 11:55am PT
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When the cat and the mouse agree,
the grocer is ruined...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2013 - 11:57am PT
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"From out of the clear blue of the western sky comes Sky King"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I sure wish Sky were here." THE SUJUNCTIVE IN ACTION! TV used to be so...literary, literal, loveable.
Like Sky's niece, Peggy.
Is there a magazine called Arizona Flyways?
How much WERE bus tickets to the naval base at Sammy Eggo from AZ in the fifties if one were to seek asylum from the depredations of greedy hay farmers?
Will Sky return in time to nail the bad guys?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 18, 2013 - 12:40pm PT
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This is a comment by ovaljimmy over on the Youtube
In very early 70's RJE was usually 30/45 min. late to his performance's. That would give me & my buddy's time to get good and trashed. We would go out for a toke & in for a drink. We would go out for a drink and in for a toke. Then RJE would come flyin' in on a little higher level and fill the Ash Grove with the best acoustic sound our ears ever heard. He'd walk the audience, stop at our tables and play in our faces. And nobody cared what time it was.
Must be someone out there who can empathize.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2013 - 01:04pm PT
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Where's Sky, Penny? He shoulda been here by now.
Ominous.
My mom, Mommyness.
This is her with her hair as closte to its natural shade as it ever was in the seventies.
Shasta is so old it has white hair.
Crater Lake is just blown away at how young Shasta looks.
Same as it ever was...
[Click to View YouTube Video]This is not my natural hair color. This is not my beautiful mountain. This is not the blue. All my money's gone.
I sometimes ask now, where has it gone, this lifetime?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2013 - 02:10pm PT
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We will remember the Trojan Cowboy, Troy McClueless, shill for shoddy, shameless shyster, and someone's blue-eyed angel child.
RIP.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2013 - 03:07pm PT
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Have a nice fickle Sunday.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 18, 2013 - 05:07pm PT
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Doug McClure passed? Where have I been?
Gotta go CV playing in the LLWS.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2013 - 06:35pm PT
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I must have woken up with something other than bullfrogs on my mind.
I woke late and only got this type of scene on the fifth floor fire escape.
{Choose picture}Then I posted like a {generally clean but homely simile};
& then, when it came time to relax and get out on my bike for a change,
I noticed the dust on the bookcase , and before I knew what I did,
I decided to vacuum the carpet and mop the tile and dust the bathtub.
But before it all began, I must have sung a little song.
{Find vid of the man in mouse}
Or maybe two.
BDTMITM
Wu22rbncP5s[Click to View YouTube Video]
ECMMS
yNxCoBXnKzQ[Click to View YouTube Video]
ESWITW {Do 3 vids instead}
X66I35Q4BS0[Click to View YouTube Video]
As far away from yodeling cowboys as I can think to get.
Now for that ride.
Adios.
"Hey, Ceesco, let us went!"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 18, 2013 - 10:04pm PT
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señor? señor?
Can you tell me where we're headin'
Mariposa County or Darmageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, señor?
It is not true, as has been alleged, that Las Cuatro Milpas is a tatoo parlor. It is rumoured that not only a shirt and shoes, but also a hat are required for service. Which service, the Navy man, we're talkin' San Diego here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2013 - 02:07pm PT
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Is it their first 3-hour tour?
Are they here to rock the boat?
Willie Mays played center field.
His number was never number 4.
Carl William Mays (November 12, 1891 – April 4, 1971) was a right-handed pitcher in Major League Baseball from 1915 to 1929. He is primarily remembered for throwing the beanball that killed Ray Chapman of the Cleveland Indians on August 16, 1920. Chapman became the only major league player to die as a direct result of an on-field injury. He finished his career as one of the New York Giant Apples.
Don't call him Chappie.
Willie Howard Mays, Jr. (born May 6, 1931), nicknamed "The Say Hey Kid" is a retired American professional baseball player who spent the majority of his Major League Baseball (MLB) career as a center fielder with the New York and San Francisco Giants before finishing with the New York Mets. He was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1979 in his first year of eligibility. Mays' number 24 is retired by the San Francisco Giant Sloths.
Call him like neebee might (will sooner or later): 'Say Hey, Kid. There, there, everyone strikes out....'
Though both wore baseball cleats professionally, CARL is the one history remembers as eventually using a pair on a failed (obviously) winter attempt on Mt. WA in 1921.
Amaizing faces in the (admittedly old) news.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 19, 2013 - 03:07pm PT
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The Stones had their Aftermath, so why not Darmageddon?
EXCULPATORY NOTICE: NO EXPLOSIVES WERE USED IN THE DEMOLITION OF THIS OVERPASS, JUST SOME OF THESE.
The Dead had their Wall of Sound, ... you get the drill ...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2013 - 10:40pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Non sequitur.
But totally otay!
Like your production values.
I'll give your an 8.05 on style and a ten on content. Your casting couch must have magic powers, zBrown.
What did the governor of North California say to the govenor of South California?
He said, "Is pot illegal or not? I can't remember?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2013 - 03:51am PT
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"What more could your ask for?"
"For how much more could you ask?"
Will the real Betty Boop puh-lease stand up? Pretty-please?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Mae Questel provided the voice of BB and Popeye's goil, OO.
Call her or me a BB brain.
I was smart enough to stay away from the hills tonight, with a T STorm and some rain, of sorts.
Make that lucky, cuz it's Lucky California time.
It's Lucky when you live in California, land of a thousand Indian gaming outfits, a thousand different cultures.
We almost all appreciate cheap beer.
http://www.mbcinfo.com/CSS/Burger/Brewery.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2013 - 04:45am PT
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Look up with what I came yesterday.
{"You children will learn to do what you're told to. Never end a sentence with a preposition."]
No kidding...
This shot's from last week's 3-hr tour and shows the hills I'm standing on. Taking the last picture from.This whole escapade, truly and escape from the cooping of me in my Middle Earth cage, was predicated on the idea that there was a geographic point I was called to.
I elected to calol this point The Highest Point Closest to Town. HPCT.
I am plenty old enough to realize I'm second-hooding:
The while I climbed my head was in the mode of experienced reader of mountaineering lit reliving the inexpierenced thirteen-year-odd's fantasies of derring-do and decisive planning. I did all this pretty much off the cuff, on the spur of the moment, on a Goddam Whim. And because it was easy Roper Class II--better cinch down those laces and watch for loose cobbles.
It turned into a six hour tour and the only lost person was this jackass.RIP, Francis. RIP, Samson.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2013 - 10:52am PT
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Whe-e-e-ere's Johnny?
Burbank, New York, Johnny. Just take a left at San Poughkeepsie, South California.
[youtube=h?v=gehruIvKoXs]
Edit: A Betty Blooper?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2013 - 10:55am PT
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Whe-e-e-ere's Johnny?
Burbank, New York, Johnny. Just take a left at San Poughkeepsie, South California.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
One episode of Assy McGee in season two is called, get this, Johnny Arson.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Fool on the fire. Can't get no higher.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2013 - 11:35am PT
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Coyote Springs, NV.
In February 2009, the Center for Biological Diversity, an environmental advocacy group, announced plans to sue the United States Fish and Wildlife Service and the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) for violations of the Endangered Species Act. The Center contends the Coyote Springs development and resultant loss of water resources and habitat would harm the desert tortoise and potentially hasten the extinction of the Moapa dace, both endangered species. The Fish and Wildlife Service and Nevada's water authority responded that they, too, are interested in protecting the Moapa dace, a small fish living in the Muddy River north of Las Vegas.
Milpitas de Cez. Not to be confuddled with Las Hueches, a large metro area to the south of Coyote Springs.
The condensed tour of Clark County now concludes.
Git off the bus, ya drunken Welshman! If you don't I will have you arrested for a long, long, long, long time!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Token Rock News. DeKalb County, GA.
http://tasteofcountry.com/kid-rock-mug-shot/
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 20, 2013 - 08:15pm PT
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Another in a continuing series of where Dr. Wilson used to live:
Say there Mouse, did you catch that beastie boy shot with your tripod mounted, motion activated, night-vision digital wildlife cam? The reason I ask, is that Michele is getting tired of holding the binoculars up to her eyes watching for intruders, so I'm looking into getting one or two. Probably want one to be a dedicated Cheech & Chong cam.
This guy apparently did.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 21, 2013 - 12:50am PT
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We have managed to have a lot of fun aboard the USS Burning Match.
I'd like to thank Gene and friends for the load of Tuesday Mirth they dumped on me at Gabe's and at the Sushi Outlet.
Rock talk and Rolls. Can't be beat.
SO, THANKS!
Edit: Mr. Marlow, I'm not a cat. Please don't call me Mr. Jingle. I appreciate the sentiment, though. So, Thx!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 21, 2013 - 11:52am PT
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Mouse is Mouse of course
and a cool cat...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 21, 2013 - 05:17pm PT
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Realistically, it would be more like .805 pinches.
How much does an upright piano weigh?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 21, 2013 - 05:53pm PT
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Well, hmmm ... The same as an upside down one? (on Earth).
seeya and raise nine
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 21, 2013 - 08:08pm PT
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Bump. Twelve inches. Eggs Ackley.
You can fold or throw in one of your cats, as long as it's a real feline and not some Euro version of a Cat & Mouse Game.
Hee-haw!
Otay?
It's time to clean my scanner's white background, looks like.
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Gene
climber
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Aug 21, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
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Mouse from Merced,
Thanks for the great fun. Good times! I'll be back in Merced in a week or so. Keep the calendar open.
Best,
Moose from Modesto
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Aug 21, 2013 - 09:43pm PT
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Over 2400 posts and not one Topo Gigio Dela Merced-io?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 21, 2013 - 11:10pm PT
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Uh Ricky D - it's here somewhere, just hard to find.
BASEBALL, not Big League
TJ down, but not out. CV looking good (CV 6 - CT 3). My ex-neighbor/friend Karen Kopins (Miss Connecticut, 1977) will not be dancin' with herself or the night rider.
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Really a nice person and she had a cool Corvette
The End of August at the Hotel Ozone
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or
mouse de Hibbing
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 22, 2013 - 12:09am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 04:41am PT
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Lord, give me what I want most, or I'll sue...
Lord, give me the strength and the bank account I need to combat feline arrogance.
Lord, let them see life thorugh the eyes of a hungry, but humble, field photographing mouse.
And thanks for getting me out of the house.
Ricky D,
As much as the public used to like Topo Gigio, Supertopo Gigio says he's dead as Opera. Give the little urban poser his funeral and let's move on. Granted, it will be a whing-ding of a funeral, like JFK's or Joe Green's.
The help is not very good around here. They need more training than I have time to give them. Bear with, please.
http://www.google.com/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 06:15am PT
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I have big trouble. I can't approach the union on this one, either. These are scabs from Camp 4 whom I've hired to haul sets. They work cheaply, about all you can say. They know when their breaks are and that's all they know, it seems.
Leggs told me not to do it...
and now I've gone and broken my cheapo-cheapo tripod, to boot.
I don't buy all my 'biners at Grocery Outlet, just to spend the savings on somebody's laziness. Guys go climb walls and spend so much energy, they look on jobs like this as a form of recreation.
I need a really rich, very stupid producer if this is gonna run much longer.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Guido Contini alla ricossa!
I think not: He's too damned stupid...that was Kate Hudson, ferfergiesakes!
It could be worse, Luisa. Remember that.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Do I need to repeat myself nine times, like I seem to have to do to get work out of these dirtbag scabs? Hell, they managed to put up a video, but the thing is running two times instead of just once! Feck feck feck!!!
zeeBs neebs! What am I gonna do? I've run out of chocolate syrup and my baby's gone to heaven, besides.
And the cows have gone home.
I'll be Lucky if I don't FREAK OUT!
I should wait and talk this over with somebody I can trust.
Gene! Bring yer boots with ya! We need to check out some boulders. Make plans to be home later than normal.
Otay?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 08:31am PT
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Here I come to save what's left
And I've just run up and down The Cleeeeeeft.
As Sean Bianco always says on Saturday Night at the Opera,
"Keep opera in your hearts."
http://www.capradio.org/classical/at-the-opera/
I highly prize this guy's great disguise.
He looks like an impresario.
He's a glorified DJ, when you come to it, but his vibe is so mellow.
BIG LIKE! *
VICTOR DE SABATA/LA TRAVIATA, Prelude to Act III
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70jPIPSM7Pg
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 08:43am PT
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* What's not to like?
After all, he's got a BIG MIKE!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 22, 2013 - 10:34am PT
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super
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 11:31am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 11:36am PT
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His parents were, as well. His grandpappy was Rufus the Red Climber, who hung out here for years...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 12:26pm PT
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If you want to know what I climbed yesterday, I have lowered expectations now I'm 65 and asthmatic. I've been content lately getting out and stretching my legs and piddling on top of these cone-like objects out north of town.
It turned out that I was wrong in my a*#essment of which point of land is the HPCT hereabouts. I made it good with another two forays out there.
Early in the afternoon, around two, I went out to snap some photos of the Rim Fire's cumulus. I noticed that the hill further east from the first one I climbed and the one I climbed after that, which I thought was the highest, were not the closest. The one I ascended today around sunset was furthest south, hence closest to town.
How we worship numbers in our lives! What day of the month? What time of the day? Who's older? Who's a ten and who's a one? Just go do SOMETHING, it doesn't need to be the best, the highest, the hardest, or the prettiest, as long as you feel it's right, it's solid.
It's available, but it costs!
n.b., edit, whatever: That's too bad--that last photo doesn't show the eerie glow off to the left like my original.
Meh, ya get the picature, Boo-Boo?
Smokey did, even just casually observing. What a nose! The place is a tinderbox.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 22, 2013 - 12:31pm PT
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The Topo Gigio Dela Merced-io: For a while I thought that was the real deal, the all a-Merican Mouse.
Edited: Mouse - you say "cat that sh#t out". Ok, I'll cut the sh#t. I'll not post that "sh#t-out cat"... Lol...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 12:50pm PT
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Beautiful decay.
The cones themselves all seem to be eroded from meltwater passing through the lower slopes of the Sierra Nevada to begin with, from the large glaciers of the SN, and it took some force, of course. Mammoth melting and flow created by them started the erosion, then the rains came and have been finishing off the job for longer than Donini has been alive.
The cobbles are washed out long before that, along with auriferous (gold-bearing) goodies and they form the layer under the top of the relatively hard layer of solid rock below the summits of these cones. You should see the depth of this solid layer, which is very well-exposed on the south bank of the Merced near my bro's place in Merced Falls. It's substantial and continues up and down the valley.
There are younger cobbles sitting atop a layer of harder stone, and under the stone are older cobbles, as well. The younger cobbles lying about on the hills are part of this layer, but haven't any gold to speak of, or small amounts. Remember the dredge piles from earlier? That guy was working basically the same layer as the dredges out at my Mike's. He likely found enough to keep him going, and not much more, if any, I would think. the larger dredges kept money rolling in and some folks made some good money there.
As for the little hummocks, they have counterparts in the flat spots where the stones gather in low spots.
Let's hear the real story, though...I'm as in the dark as you and Angus concerning this. It is a weird pattern. Like I indicated earlier, back in the thread, I believe the hummocks are caused when one cobble gets exposed, slowly, and the slope of the cobble determines the directional aspect of the erosion of the rest of the slope.
The turth is, this is and has been my best guess since the 2000 Census, when a co-worker, Twila Stout, asked me if I knew. She's a librarian, you'd think she'd be able to look sh#t up instead of asking a doofus.
And thanks, Prof D, it's nice to hear you're interested.
Marlow, cat that sh#t out! It's Verdi impolite to show the climax before the fat lady sings.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 12:58pm PT
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Cat shit! GROOOOOSSSSS!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 02:03pm PT
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As deep a MisterE as any there are on the Taco, but they're just rocks.
Many of whose pictures are in keeping in my collection of binders. Binders and binders of rocks, lichen, gravel and good old dirt.
Mormon barred from drinking with Stones. "Cheap trick!" he claims.
Little solid gold humor to begin the day...
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More cowbell? More violins, certainly!
Weeneedmoodeeblews. Mooooo-dy blues! Moo-dy blues! Moo-dy blues!
"No moody blues for you!
Blue flame soup today.
Get back in line!"--Snoop Nazzy & the Bics
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 02:26pm PT
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Auggie Wren: If it happens it happens. If it doesn't it doesn't. You understand what I'm sayin'? You never know what's gonna happen next. And the moment you think you do, that's the moment you don't know a goddamn thing. This is what we call a paradox. Are ya following me?
--Harvey K's career line, from the movie SMOKE
Gophers and grey squirrels, too.
Yosemite Climbing Association and gophers rule!!!
I recall the first time I contacted DMT. Mark Tuttle told me, "Wow! I used to climb with that dude. He's no gym climber! He's the traddest." And I was told to contact you and did. The email came back, "Do I know you?"
We remember the fires, the quakes, and the births and deaths. We also remember sh#t like that email. No biggie, I was a n00b on here when that happened.
My ideelism is not tarnished in the slightedest, my Toasted Brother.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 02:51pm PT
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TITTY MOUSE AND TATTY MOUSE
Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house.
Titty Mouse went a−gleaning, and Tatty Mouse went a−gleaning.
So they both went a−gleaning.
Titty Mouse gleaned an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse gleaned an ear of corn.
So they both gleaned an ear of corn.
Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding.
So they both made a pudding.
And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil.
But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over, and scalded her to death, and Tatty sat down and
wept.
Then the three−legged stool said, “Tatty, why do you weep?”
“Titty's dead,” said Tatty, “and so I weep.”
“Then,” said the stool, “I'll hop,” so the stool hopped.
Then a broom in the corner of the room said, “Stool, why do you hop?”
“Oh!” said the stool, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and so I hop.”
“Then,” said the broom, “I'll sweep,” so the broom began to sweep.
Then said the door, “Broom, why do you sweep?”
“Oh!” said the broom, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and so I sweep.”
“Then,” said the door, “I'll jar,” so the door jarred.
Then the window said, “Door, why do you jar?”
“Oh!” said the door, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, and so I
jar.”
“Then,” said the window, “I'll creak,” so the window creaked.
Now there was an old form outside the house, and when the window creaked, the form said, “Window,
why do you creak?”
“Oh!” said the window, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the
door jars, and so I creak!”
“Then,” said the old form, “I'll gallop round the house.” So the old form galloped round the house.
Now there was a fine large walnut tree growing by the cottage, and the tree said to the form, “Form, why
do you gallop round the house?”
“Oh!” says the form, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the door
jars, and the window creaks, and so I gallop round the house.”
“Then,” said the walnut tree, “I'll shed my leaves.” So the walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves.
Now there was a little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the leaves fell, it said,
“Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves?”
“Oh!” said the tree, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the door jars,
and the window creaks, the old form gallops round the house, and so I shed my leaves.”
“Then,” said the little bird, “I'll moult all my feathers,” so he moulted all his gay feathers.
Now there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her brothers' and sisters' supper, and
when she saw the poor little bird moult all its feathers, she said, “Little bird, why do you moult all your
feathers?”
“Oh!” said the little bird, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the door
jars, and the window creaks, the old form gallops round the house, the walnut tree sheds its leaves, and so I
moult all my feathers.”
“Then,” said the little girl, “I'll spill the milk.” So she dropt the pitcher and spilt the milk.
Now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl
spill the milk, he said, “Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk? your little brothers and sisters must go without their suppers.”
Then said the little girl, “Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the door
jars, and the window creaks, the old form gallops round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little
bird moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk.”
“Oh!” said the old man, “then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck.”
So he tumbled off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his neck, the great walnut
tree fell down with a crash and upset the old form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out,
and the window knocked the door down, and the door upset the broom, and the broom upset the stool, and
poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the ruins.
And the great mountain wept, as well, for Tatty Mouse, shedding its layers of ice in a huge flood, and the gold rush resulted.
That was as good a story/explanation/fabrication as any.
And more entertaining than educational, but that's how the Mouse rocks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 02:56pm PT
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"Arf a mo...that's a bloomin' English Fairy Tale, mate!"--Journeyman the Slow, hand puppet master
And it's a gas, gas, gas!
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Air-you-dition? Guy is doing his science homework.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 22, 2013 - 06:40pm PT
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First, I teach him to laugh!
Mr. Jose Jimenez was an original (not one of Rosie's) founder of the I-805 movement. Absolutely no involvment in DARMageddon.
Do I know the way to San Jose? Of course I do, justfollow the I-805 north.
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Why did the skunk cross the I-805?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2013 - 10:13pm PT
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Totally with ya, Dingus. Yer a mad Dingo dog, but not very English, a pit bull and a terror mutt, to my mind. Your bark is worse than your write. I appreciate your candor, your joie de reverie here is cause to celebrate a new friend. Not sending a friend request, however. Just putting you on notice. We'll get together and down some beers, and that is something to look forward to, in my estimation. Maybe even get to share a rope, que no?
Were it possible, I'd send you the song which T Hocking and his band, Jane Jones, put on their CD (last cut, lasting impact), called "Cool Friends."
Gluck/Orfeo ed Euridice "Che Faro Senza Euridice" What Shall I Do Wthout Eurydice?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bUAM0ER-Dw
We all know the Red Roadent, aka Far niente.
Q: Whither wander with no love?
A: All four points of the compass, under and over the earth, into my mind and the minds of others: Bob Dylan, for starters.
http://flights.expedia.com/flights-from-hibbing-to-rio-de-janeiro-hib-to-gig/
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Leggs
Sport climber
Tucson, AZ
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Aug 22, 2013 - 10:56pm PT
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Leggs told me not to do it...
Refresh my memory, Mouse.
;)
Fantastic photos, by the way.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 02:36am PT
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Just a thought after coming home with this flyer from the drumming circle/collaborative art venue at Coffee Bandits.
If you take the fifties and tell me the history of R 'n' R spins around an axis of young black men striving to make their way in a world which had scorned them,
then please accept the hypothesis that virtually the same could be said of a generation of youthful non-heterosexuals or ambisexuials (Boy George, George Michael, and Ricky Martin come to mind first).
Then I got my ass kicked in Risk by Geo LaF and Tonya LaF. Pink was not the right color tonight. I left them engaged in a duel to the death.
This is a genuinely gifted individual, regardless of his S.O.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I wass expecting to get mooned there at the end.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 02:53am PT
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Were these not at the same intersection, It" would be confusing.
It's all happening at the zoo.
It's all right, Ma, I'm only Dylan.
It' not unusual to be loved by anyone.
It's a snap.
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Try to snap your fingers when you only got nine of them and the one's missing is the percussionist for the left hand.
#09, #09, #09
"Number 27, please. Now serving number 27."
Triple Snapper Roll we had at the Sushi Outlet with Gene.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEy2bLyLYaw
They call me the zBreeze.
"It" never ends.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 02:54am PT
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"This is it."
The milestone.
Thanks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 03:22am PT
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COKE SPOON MEDICATIONS
for Kelly Laakso, my partner on that one
Coke spoon in June, anyone?
Who is Trent Moon?
What or who was Pywiack?
When is the stagecoach due in?
Why did I leave my heart on the Left Side of the Hourglass instead of Long Ledge?
I’ll never get back to either, or will I?
Which is more potent, love or fear?
Which is more absolute, truth or darkness?
And the corollary, is it "Could It happen?"
For that matter, could I do it again, "falling in love?"
What happens after death supposedly stays in the afterlife, but does it?
I haven’t the Vegas idea of how to begin climbing that one, or do I?
I left my winnings in the Mustang Ranch, or was it in the Sidewinder?
Where is that gal of mine?
She O’Promised me, until death drew us apart, didn't she?
How much is that doggie in the window for this widow?
And where has all the money gone?
It’s gone into a hole in your daddy’s nose, or was it the Midnight Cowgirl instead of the Mustang or the Sidewinder, or was it his arm?
Hey say there, my darling, where have I been?
I hucked myself off the Big Sandy Ledges,
I drowned myself good in Pywiack’s dark waters,
I confronted the truth and found myself desperate,
I held up the nine o’clock stage from El Nido,
I ran up the Hourglass and came down After Seven,
I went to a gay bar because I was curious,
I slept in the arms of Pebbles Shining in the Waters,
I went cruising with Kesey--"We’ve come for your daughters;"
And after all that I find I’m not such a hard man,
No way,
After all.
Actually, I do climb best in the fall months.
September, the ninth month, is the finest weather possible in the Sierra Nevada.
Word.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 06:59am PT
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The Thursday evening drum circle got me all jacked up and I remembered zBrown has a very rhythmic bent. Drums mean noise. I worked in a plant making 55-gallon drums and even some for a Caribbean group who played steel.
I smoked Drum RYO cancer sticks for years.
And?
Well, I mean, like, uh, "What a noble function serves the conjunction!" Icht es nicht?
"STickin' together like amigos do.
You hit me, then I hit you.
We bleed so much it's much like glue,
Yours sticks to me, mine sticks to you."
--Blind "Lemonade" Lembertson
In keeping with the tradition of the International Rope, the little-known tradition of the International Long Woody Object is even more venerable, for obvious reasons. Sax.
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Largo? Anyone? Hit me with your brilliant schtick.
Thoughts? Observations? PERSONAL EXPERIENCES PREFERRED!
Lyrics to
HIT ME WITH YOUR RHYTHM STICK
In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
It's nice to be a lunatic
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Two fat persons, click, click, click
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, oww
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Songwriters
Chas Jankel;Ian Dury
"Beater" beaten to death.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 07:28am PT
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For all those firefighters going without their ration of grog, beer, wine, liquor and Bartles & Jaymes (Dos Okies): Hang in there!
For those fighting fire with alcohol, drink twice as much water and pee in your Indian pumps.
I, myself, prefer work boots.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 08:03am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
"And a miscreant musician shall guide them...and sheets of music serve them in the John."--Book of the Dun Crow
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2013 - 08:16am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]When I bought this in Berkeley on Telly, the liner notes are that for which I paid. The music was just a loss leader.
Be that as it MAY...
I still find it hard rising on mornings in that month.
But when I do, I like to look to the East.
[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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Aug 23, 2013 - 10:45am PT
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Aujourd'hui, il fait beau.
There is a fall chill in the air. It's not yet eight o'clock.
A biento, everybody.
Off to Eek the Elephant's pad.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 23, 2013 - 06:20pm PT
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If my memory serves, sometimes it feels like these wheels are in flames.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Then again, they ain't goi' nowhere (unless the Eiger sanction is overcome)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Remember, if you're out tonight, on your bike, stay dressed to the Ice Nines.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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I got them edited, just need to post them. I been out to the farmers' mkt. shopping for extra-big giant softball-sized tomatoes and some sweet peppers for food porn for breakfast.
Joe Bob says, "Check it out."
I been on the phone to the Rev.
Back to the reality of Spurt Opoe, however.
Say, there, zeeBs, are you channeling me or sumpin'? Cuz I was gonna post a version of Ring of Fire today, sould I find one...I liked the trumpets in the first, younger version.
"That ring burns like bad coke, man."--Eggs Ackley
Da Brim needs to get to the action and sell the thing to the fire guys. A souvenir, if nothing else, of Da Rim Fire.
Would you let a fire guy wearing Da Brim put your fire out? Gladly!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 01:18pm PT
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These three are from this morning.
Especially for you Taconians, unique in all the world.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 01:53pm PT
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Da Rim Fire--BIG BAD VOODOO DADDY STAY OFFA MY CLOUD.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 02:11pm PT
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I'd been planning to come out here again sooner or later to collect the last of the hills north of town.
After climbing this pimple, all of 405' in elevation, I decided to go on to another rise behind it and then to circle around the watercourse to the east, or right, and come back to the corral where I had left my mtn. bike chained to a cattle ramp.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 02:18pm PT
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More to come. I need a break, a shower to wake myself up.
zzzzzzzzz....handing off.
Back by noon with some barbecue!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 09:00pm PT
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Quarter to five I started thinking this would be a good chance to eliminate distractions and to allow us to enjoy the beauty and awesome forces of nature at work.
Between the first and lasst shots the plume died down and then came right back as fierce and wildly changing as ever.
Downdrafts from these push the fire outwards and then the heat generated from this creates more updraft to carry more heat and smoke skyward, and then that plume collapses and repeats the process, so it's hard to tell what a fire of this energy will do.
You can predict that if the area burning is moisture-free then the fire will be much hotter, thus exacerbating the billows effect.
I was thinking of some powerful classical music to add to this, but you choose something. I wouldn't choose the Elvira Madigan piece. More like The Moldau by Smetana, from just before the river's passage through the rapids on through them...powerful and threatening.
when I finished and was walking back through the draw and came out from it, I found that I wasn't finished.
Not at all.
I left my car at the gate, took my Raleigh up La Paloma about 4/5ths of a mile in longer than a minute (low tyres suck eggs), and locked it in the corral. I went out the back gate and hiked the fence line.Then I contoured into the draw.
This was a total of maybe five miles max. I move slow. I can't tax my systems like a younger, healthier man. I have a camera around my neck and it keeps going off, slowing me down even more.
I spoke of a sub-alpine start, but I was loath to miss this opportunity presented by a monster fire to shoot its outer garb. And, as this is The Flames, I had to represent somehow, I felt.
I seriously thought of going up to visit/offer help, but I am not much of the latter, I'm sure. I felt great on the hike, all systems go, so long as I cruised slow, which is natural for a member of a ride-begging society.
I may like fencing with words but fence posting is better than birdwatching, IMO. Birds take way too much engerny, the lenses are just phallic symbols, and they sh#t white, which ruins fence-post photos half the time for me.
Some of you claim to like sheite. Mice schist ever-where and don't care who smells it, comes in contact with it, or gets "spells" from it. But it's definitely brown/hazel, not white.
Fence posts, on the other hand, and cobbles, too, for that matter, like the ones on the ground all around out there in yonder Dryland Hills:
don't shift around like feathery critters; never make any noise-you wont' hear a peep, a chime, and nary a whistle except the wind through the wire; are all different, noticeably, whereas...well, look at the Birds thread, some times it's all about this finch that finch and who cares just enjoy; then they conjoin with one another often. Just call it New Wave Fence Rock.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hully_Gully
And the milestone monument.
I admit that in addition to my ideel, DMT, even though my "thing" halts at cows and shrinks from sheep, my "suggested ideel" for a lot of you lay-abouts, has-beens, wanna-bees, and hermits, (get the f*#k off your duff and go huff and puff and stuff) is to look at Fritz.
Except he's a cat.
But what a guy. This is for all you day-trippin' bad-asses that inspired me. (Sounds like a thread I read but it might just be in my head and so to bed: it's been a long fortnight and the good old Gloaming is a-roaming, looking for me.)
Adieu.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 10:16pm PT
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Feel free as a lost horseshoe to post posts on The Flames.
The more the Merrier.
And vintage photos of old rock stars, fencing masters, and muralists.
We love Fossils, especially those from the fifties.
An Oakdayle has its dirt, but ya gotta love cowboys.
David Bromberg/Ralph McTell's When I Was a Cowboy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQPJhqS0Ebk
"Always keep yer hat screwed on real tight..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2013 - 10:37pm PT
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I was lurking just now on the Fird's thread.
I SAW A KOOKABURRA! I SHOT IT! :-)
"Better run, better take cover."
And the Youtube selection of the Kookaburra Song reminded me of what, for some strange reason, was Boomer's most-liked modern song. It was in the eighties and was modern then. It's still popular in South America. The geese always go gaga when they hear it.
This gem was in the mix. Take a gander, Fritz.
[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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Aug 25, 2013 - 02:41pm PT
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Veronica.
Harmonica
Yarmulke.
Adam Sandler.
Bullfighter.
Fighter pilot.
Pilot Ridge on fire.
I count:
Six degrees of separation.
BACON!
Hamburger.
Lesterburger.
Lettuce.Ain't picketing your nose, senor! Honest!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 25, 2013 - 02:49pm PT
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It all seemed pretty and pretty normal to me.
Seamlessly, at one time reputed to be the longest bar in the world, we have The Long Bar, Tijuana. Not proudly sponsoring a little league team this year.
The rumours abound, but one was that some (heavy) consumers actually took a shot of tequila at each stool. The bar was 241 feet long. Three feet per stool? Eighty shots? Folks are said to have died trying.
I attended sessions there for a few years until it closed down and moved across the street, where I continued to attend. Never thought to weigh myself though.
To make a long story even longer, the washroom attendants were not Veronica and Vernon but rather Victoria and Victor and they did want a tip for handing you a paper towel (at least those of you who washed your hands).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 12:16am PT
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This man is the landlord for the bookstore which employed me. He is engaged in dealing with a situation which has a baby diaper at the bottom of it.
I am reminded of Tahquitz rock. Which climb am I thinking of?
In other words, of which climb am I thinking?
Hint: It was NOT one of Doctor Phil's FAs, were you thinking that.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 06:30am PT
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Meanwhile, out in the Big Bottom of the Merced River below Merced Falls...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 07:22am PT
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Vain Hope
V, 5.7, A3. Royal Roggins, Kim Sxhmytz and Gym Bridewell, May 1970.
On the wall just to the right of the Ribbon-East Portal route...
--Roper Green
There is always hope, some forlorn, some vain.
Hope is built on both love and lust, love’s counterpoint.
Climbers hope for a summit, good cracks, and clean rock. I thrill to this dreamy, langorous sort of state when I thought the Gold Wall was worth my time. I've told how I failed to enjoy the first few pithces and came away from there with Bruce Price, both of us very disappointed. VERY BUMMED, in fact, not simply disappointed.
It is such a beautiful feature, the whole of Ribbon Falls. What a shame that I failed to enjoy it. I lacked perserverance. It happens to us all, even the best. Right, Kim? Jim, wake up. Oh, yeah, you were the one said to take the right book, right?
Olden days gold-seekers hoped for a payday, didn't seem to give-a-shift about leavings and environmental damage, and though some were hard-bitten, mean to their kin, and liked double-stamp whiskey way too much, they were only human.
I can hate what they did and I do.
Hoping for a good time, we lust after two very prominent, left-facing open books:
The left-hand one goes more or less straight up while the right-hand one slants to the right.
Vain Hope lies in the left book.
“It’s stupid to climb something of that magnitude, the outcome of which you cannot predict.”--Doc Werner Warner
“How do they know where to dig?”--a former tourist in the Mother Lode, Jack “Ass” Hill, who now runs a dredging operation which is just sitting useless
Were one to climb that corner, one would find an evil, overhanging, vegetable-stricken crack about 600 feet up.
Were one to avoid this (but I have Billy Shears, Steve, approved by the BSA, official, like)...a-hem...avoid this, one might nail a large, dog-leg overhangabang on the right-hand face of the book.
Did somebody say dog-leg?.......
Boo, dawgs!
"Gpld dredging in the area...ended about 1945 due to changes in the laws governing mining and environmental issues. Tailing from these dredges can still be seen along the road to the west [of Merced Falls]."
--Herb Wood, object numerator (accession clerk) for the Merced Co. Historical Society, author of Ghost Towns of Merced County
The route ends (Thank God, for reals!) 1,000 feet above the ground in a vegetated area known as SHERWOOD FOREST.
Walk right, through the Forest, to its east end, then make several rappels into the El Cap Gully.
Iron: 40 pins, up to 2.5” [for a 1,000-foot climb!]
"The rock is a field of battle between our weakness and our strength."
--Royal Robbins
"Rgold is where you find him."--Vitaly Mush-Fawcett
[Some ideal zen quote about love & stuff.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 07:44am PT
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Should go into the Predictions thread.
"I predict Locker never will "say die."
Cora Larry Lee, I predict that Locker's gonna keep sayin' "Yer gonna die!" till the day he does die.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And yer socks don't match.
They match your breath, sorry.
Cue "The Man!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 08:12am PT
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Meanwhile, in Portland, the left-most part of Bizzaro-Middle Earth, one of Eric's sons has a claim to the longest bar.
Loggers take no shite from large woody objects, from hops farmers, nor from Dredge Cruise, Veronica's abuela's sister's grandkidkid, a gang-banging punk who is now residing in the Merced County Juvenile Detention Center.
Aside to Nature Boy: Good luck with this punk-ass, dope-smokin', low-pants low-rider. Dredge's good Flames potential, though. I like his name. Just get him on the rock, Kauk.
And back in downtown Merced...
"Where It All Begins"...
there is now the 17th STreet Pubic House, adjoining arcade patio space with Boffee Candits coffee house.
I cruised into the place when they opened Sunday morning at eleven. John was on duty and showed me that they sell not only craft beers, but wine as well.
They have begun featuring a house wine of the month. This month it's a winery from Livermore, just a half-a-mile from the railroad tracks where Ed Harouni parks his van.
They kicked his wide, dirtbag ass out of the County Parks. :)
[BIG ED'S laughing his wide, dirtbag ass off, I HOPE!]
C.V.:
Abbreviation for the French term Coopérative de Vignerons that may appear on wine labels to denote that the wine has been made by a local cooperative.
Or Chula Veesta.
The 17th STreet Public House is owned and operated by the Essig boys, the Ahwahnichi descendants who also own the Partisan Bar, two blocks up Main STreet, which used to be 17th STreet.
"Now, where does Merced start? I mean 'It.'"--Perp, who got caught with no escape plan, Lex "Ed" Lee
It blows me away that Ericson's Cafe had a bar that more than tripled in length the height at which this photo was taken.
Do you realize it's almost sun-up?
I can't risk the roof today, there are people on duty taking out trash, mopping, all that early-morning gig.
THEIR name is John, just like the bartender at the Pubic House.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 08:40am PT
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Sometimes the Land of Nod is not a Country for Old Men.
So we stay up reading all night.
Or used to do.
Now we stay up posting all night.
A fiery selection of reads from your Literary Laborer.
I told Nancy Smith, the owner of Second Time Around Used Books, on Main STreet, that I would pimp her shop one more time if she would let me photograph those pages from THE LOGGERS, part of the Old West series by Time/Life. I needed to give the book a credit, too.
Two birds, one stoned Mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 10:57am PT
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You are talking about the wide, thin ocean, right?
The same one as the vasty deep?
The water has little cat feet.
It's just as "at home," at times, in Lake Michigan and feeds Sandburg's fog.
Broad-shouldered water.
Without water, there would be log-jams more often, steam trains never would have been known, and Lord Nelson would still be a hero...you can't take the courage and imagination from a man who's only got one of anything that may have been doubled in the original package. One needs courage and imagination in that instance, as I can attest.
But the Gripper ain't the French bloody navy.
"The sun's past the yardarm somewhere west of India by now. Drink up, hearties! Enjoy your chocolate milk! And the lime is in the Cantaloupe."--Cap'n Cow in the Fourth Chapter of The Book of the Dun Crow
[Click to View YouTube Video]Solace for broken dreams, belly-aches, and vain hopes from WizzRapKittyKat.
Is it vain to hope for relief from the Rim Fire today? I see no pyrocumulus in the picture, even looking through the cupola windows.
The Beatles, again? No te dije!
Laid-back Beatles/Early Version of SCITTBW.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly0i89Ar-sM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 11:16am PT
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An All-American wholesaler, Fields and Company: An older, ready-to-retire man, Mr. Fields kept the very corner for his operation, but then did retire eventually, freeing up the TNF store to expand into that space.
Way after my time there, maybe in the early eighties.
One morning at the Telly store, I found there was a break-in through the boot-room window. We never figured out exactly how many boots were taken, but only a few, because it would have been difficult to carry any more than four pairs in boxes.
Since we felt pretty violated and Tom the manager became alarmed, we had the place wired with a better wiring job on that window, is all. No manhunt for street persons in Raichle mountain boots.
IN-surance was up-to-date. We claimed twenty-five pairs, it seems to me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 26, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 12:30pm PT
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Dreadful sorry.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 26, 2013 - 04:17pm PT
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Me too, the guy with hands in pockets is my older brother. He reached the ripe old age of 43.
Mac Meda Destruction Co. was another group of drunken surfers, but they couldn't read too well (don't send them no more letters), but they could at least write enough to violate the rules.
Didn't cause as much a ruckus as the Hell's Angels did in Ensenada, but ....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 04:42pm PT
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He looks like your younger brother there. Optical illusion is not optional with eyesight such as mine.
I'm considering heavily whether I should move out to New Digs. It's in the foothills I need to go to. To whit: Whitlock Rd. basement/cellar/attic/garage/trailer to save money to buy gas and keep my head above the rising waters of inflation, lack of adequate income, etc., etc.
It's that or on the road for a couple-three months, saving money on rent, ostensibly. Take that, Kerouac!
Too many hospital bills, too much rent, gasoline, etc., etc., etc.
I do my own barbering, driving, cooking, bottle-opening, and washing-up. I need to hire a porter now and again, sometimes, not often. But I don't pay enough, like I say, to get anyone but myself to work for slave's wages, Boss.
I'll have to WiFi, then, if it's the road.
It's either that or someone hips me to cheaper rent.
At least I have a roof of sorts to rely on, namely my Little Red Rodent.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 02:47pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Thank you, Super-Mex!
From the article on Merced Falls from Ghost Towns of Merced County by Herb "small woody object" Woods.
"One of the frequent visitors tho this area was Grizzly Adams who camped along the Merced River in 1853 and 1854.
James Capen Adams was a man who had tried several occupations with limited success. He had been a miner, a trader, and a rancher (prolly not the Jolly Rancher of candy fame). FINALLY, he gave up and spent his time in the nearby {Sierra Nevada}. He was very good at capturing or killing grizzly bears; subsequently, he gained the name of Grizzly Adams. Frequently, he would exhibit these bears in places such as {Frisco] where he operated the Mountaineer Museum displaying the animals."
Adams discovered a young motherless grizzly bear in Yosemite. He raised the cub at his home where 'Ben Franklin' became the star attraction of his San Francisco Mountaineer Museum. This image of Ben with his dead mother appeared in The Adventures of James Capen Adams, Mountaineer and Grizzly Bear Hunter, of California.When Ben died in 1858 there were obituaries in the papers that befitted a head of state. The Evening Bulletin obituary was entitled "Death of a Distinguished Native Californian." It read:
"Ben Franklin, the grizzly bear, the favorite of the Museum man Adams... departed from this mortal existence on Sunday evening, at 10 o'clock. The noble brute, which was captured at the head waters of the Merced river in 1854, had been raised by his master from a cub, and during his life manifested the most indubitable indications of remarkable sagacity and affection. He was ever tame and gentle... although possessed of the size and strength of a giant... He accompanied his master on hunting expeditions… and on two occasions saved his life in long and desperate struggles with savage animals in the wilds. He frequently carried his master's pack, provisions and weapons."--part of an obituary
Some hundred years after both Ben and James Capen Adams left this earth they reappeared in the popular TV series Grizzly Adams, starring Dan Haggerty.
(The bulk of this was from an online article from the California Missions Resource Center. TY.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 03:23pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 03:50pm PT
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DMT, I'm trying to figure that out.
I'll say it's Echo Ridge, but I should ask the Dun Crow to fly as he might, and check it out for us.
See the TR just posted, A Cathedral Traverse Covering Tenaya through Vogelsgang; check out the initial photo. I get these same peaks over and over again in my sunrise shots of the Clark Range, and I believe these are those. And that may be one of them.
I'm prepositioned out.
I mean pronouned out.
But wait, this is almost not on a par with how Diablo got so big.
Here. Feast.
This was July 1. The other was August. So that peak ain't in the Cathedral Range at all. It is much further south. Hmm...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 04:08pm PT
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The Clark Range is the furthest left, sure as rain in winter.
This was taken on 8-15, after the initial ones, so the peak is in the blow-up at bottom.
Now the maps come out, Google Earth is visited, the stats compared, the stars consulted.
It's Lembert Dome.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 04:14pm PT
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DIS-oriented. Too too far north. More in Madera County, son.
See the two palms? They are my benchmarks.
I haven't owned a compass since high school.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 08:31pm PT
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Back to the wars.
[Click to View YouTube Video]My friend, Barbara Jones, the late spouse of Scuzz Jones, one of the oldest flames from Apathy House, gave me a look at her blues collection on CDs, for which she laid out probably nearly a thou.
I copied the tunes off one collection, and I think it was the one seen in the video, covering the period before the Second World War to its end.
78rpm: Boo-Woo - Harry James and the Boogie Woogie Trio
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyVOFRys-iE
Champion Jack Dupree/Dupree Shake Dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdsYBmxnzGs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 08:33pm PT
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Back to the wars is right.
To Bill: Very sorry if I've stepped over a line I never saw, man.
"Be respectful to your superiors, if you have any; also to strangers, and sometimes to others. If a person offends you, and you are in doubt as to whether it was intentional or not, do not resort to extreme measure; simply watch your chance and hit him with a brick." --Mark Twain, Advice to Youth Speech
A double-bit axe in my noggin might satisfy but I'd just dent your blade.
Just don't be blaming The Flames, man.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 12:53am PT
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Last Sunday.This guy got two morsels and I hung it up and left him be.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 01:03am PT
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Yosemite Avenue at Parsons Avenue.Eden in an alfalfa field?
Another Bright's Museum taking shape?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 01:09am PT
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Later, back on Main STreet.They are scrumptious. Muy delicioso.
But not for egrets, cats, or cranes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 01:46am PT
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Cotton won't be harvested till the fall, like in October.Both of those crops are growing inside the city limits, but not for too much longer.
The campus of UC Merced is just a hop and skip and fart away from this city limits sign, which is at Yosemite Avenue and Lake Road.
Since I moved to Merced, it has grown from just over 20,000 in 1961 to over, well, see for yourselves, observers.
I found out that my Explorer Post 98 brother, Peter Padilla, brother to Mickey and Joe, all of whom share rights to the cabin in Foresta, I guess, is running for the Merced City Council.
He was never Flames material anyway.
This doesn't belong on the Great Tractor thread, though a Kenny is a great tractor.The Flames have a bright future, I hope.
I have a climbing partner here now.
I'll call him Cotton-Eyed Joe for now until he's freakin' ready to strut his stuff.
Turn the page, Bob.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fe7yOccqdxI
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 02:10am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 03:11am PT
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"Is this the train?"
One of the best films outta Nevada next to Ocean's Eleven, even, mebbe.
Jackie Chan & Owen Wilson/Shanghai Noon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKRjGuocoBs
At about 20:00 there's good mountain footage.
"Just shoot me now, cuz I don't understand what we're doin' here."
TWELVE DAYS OF A HOLLYWOOD NIGHT’S DREAM
Twelve Angry Men
Ocean’s Eleven
the Ten Commandments
Nine (about Guido)
Eight Men Out
Magnificent Seven
Six Degrees of Separation
Five Easy Pieces
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Three Stooges Remake
the Two Towers
One of Us (Freaks)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 07:42pm PT
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Gave me a hard-on.
Brian +1, Brain +1.
Kiss me NOW, fool.
No, you kiss ME.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 28, 2013 - 07:51pm PT
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I'm thinking of a card (and a bicycle)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 10:52pm PT
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zBrown, are you a mole?
http://allrecipes.com/recipe/mexican-mole-sauce/
Should they ever whack a Mouse,
Skin me out and make some souse.
Mus musculus Souse
Original recipe makes one dinky loaf
Ingredients--
one whole mouse tongue
20 mature cucaracha antennae
a half-dozen hind legs from the same roaches, if possible
one finely chopped pearl onion (not from the bar jar!--fresh)
Reserve these 4 items together, separate from the rest of the ingredients.
Place tongue, cucarach antennae and legs and onions in a large enough stock pot; add water to cover. Season with salt, pepper, whole peppercorns, sage, cloves, bay leaves, pickling spice, garlic powder and vinegar. Bring to a boil, and cook until meat is cooked, about ten minutes.
one tiny almost non-existent smoosh of sea salt finely ground
shave a peppercorn's outer surface and use half the scrapings after crushing them just as fine as you can get them
break up one whole peppercorn and grind it with a spoon and use no more of the grindings than you can fit on the head of a pin
take one leaf of sage and gently blow on it into the mix of dry spices on your microscope slide
take one clove and split it in twain, do it again and use one of the sticks and crush the daylights out of it, then take the smallest ten grains and place them in the mix
drive to Yosemite Valley. Find a bay tree growing in the talus behind Camp 4. Take one leaf and ask the next Ranger you see if it's okay to use this in your food. Do as he recommends with the bay leaf. I'm not responsible for your fine.
OR skip that part and act like the dirtbagger you once were and just leave the park quietly.
When you get the magic bay leaf, only use the oil from the surface after heating it in the microwave a bit (your settings may vary, but I just 'wing it,' so be creative.
Pickling spice is tricky. I guess, look it up in Wiki, decide for yourself how you might like it or not, and if you do then use it in proportion to the rest of the ingredients. Borrow it from a neighbor. That should kill a few hours. Nobody stocks this stuff in their rack. I just use fresh dill, about one end of a dill thingie.
powdered garlic in proportion, like an nth-smidgeon or less, unless you really like powdered garlic
two drops of distilled vinegar
a great big roach from a fattie
Cookin'--
Take one small skinny pimento and divide it into hundredths then chop/smoosh one one-hundredth pimento part and add that in after the vinegar. Feel free to eat the rest in a nice salad.
Take one drained chopped pepperoncini pepper and perform the same task with it as with the pimento. Use the same exact amount. THIS IS DAMNED CRITICAL! Pepperoncini brand to use: Mezetta.
Vlasic dill pickle relish goes in next. Use guesswork, but don't overdo it.
As to unflavored gelatin, a little dab'll do ya.
Five to six drops of Fern Spring water. Nothin' else will do. You'll have to go back to the park, unless you were smart and read the whole recipe before you went charging off to cop some bay, or, like me stock it iin my Fridgidaire.
Place tongue, cucarachas' antennae and legs,togther with onions in a large enough stock pot; add water to cover. Season with salt, pepper, peppercorn, sage, clove, bay, pickling spice, garlic powder and vinegar. Bring to a boil, and cook until meat is cooked, about ten minutes.
Remove meat; set aside to cool. Strain broth, and measure a miniscule amount into another pot. Return broth to stove, and let simmer.
Leave the antennae as intact as possible. Place these aside. Remove gristle and fat from cucaracha legs, and combine with antennae. Cut off large portion of tongue and set aside. Trim loose meat from remainder of tongue, and combine with gristle and fat. Put these through a micro-grinder, then stir into broth; continue to simmer.
Slice tongue into thin strips, and place lengthwise into a loaf pan. They have this size at Walmart.* Slice antennae into thin strips (tedious--I know!), then cut the strips into pieces. Arrange the antennae pieces among the tongue strips. Place the pimiento and pepperoncini into the mold. Sprinkle with pickle relish.
Dissolve gelatin in water. Stir into the simmering broth. Carefully ladle (use a dropper or pipette) enough broth into the mold to completely cover the meat. Prod with a pin to uniformly distribute. Let stand 15 minutes, then cover with remaining broth. Allow to cool at room temperature, until it begin to jell, 2 to 3 hours. Refrigerate for 8 to 10 hours.
When cool, run an Ex-acto blade around the sides of the mold to release the souse. Remove any fat that has accumulated on the surface.
Take and smoke that fattie roach, but wash yur hands first. Then you'll have the munchies and want to try some of this head cheese.
Make sure you use only Mezetta pepproncini.
Eat the rest of the jar if the souse has not totally gelled.
*Mouse does not "Like" Walmart, but they had the pan on sale.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 28, 2013 - 11:11pm PT
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Well Ray Goedecke came home from a church camp late one night in 1964 and killed his father, mother and sister then went back to camp and returned the next day to "discover" the bodies. Went to San Quentin and was released in 1975 but killed a woman (who had befriended him in prison) in 1978. Eventually went back to prison on a plea deal and was released a second time in 1987.
Turns out this was just in time to attend his 25th (Hilltop High School, Chula Vista) reunion, which he did. Tom Waits has yet to write a song about this one.
I guess they don't write 'em like that anymore. Luke Stong? Never heard of the dude.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 28, 2013 - 11:31pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
No, they don't write them like that.
They double 'em up now.
And they don't kick ass like LJB no more!!!!!!!
Shut yo' mouth, Sprock! Cheers!
Just roll with the rock!!!!
AAAAAAAA...!!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 29, 2013 - 03:30am PT
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Thai winner. Where were you in '52?A Man Called Horse's Woman from the Valley of the Dolls.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 29, 2013 - 12:06pm PT
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Right out by Otay Lakes - head on
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 29, 2013 - 03:17pm PT
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It's what they get for ending a sentence with a preposition.
"Hey, azzhat! Move the .... over!."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 29, 2013 - 03:23pm PT
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Six Days on the Road and I'm Gonna See my Mama Tonight.
Does this little thing look like a mouse or what? Ignore cockroach in lower left. Just like rock crushes scissors, so too does Panda crunch bug.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 29, 2013 - 06:20pm PT
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Could I (or anyone) get a geopbyte of that Mus musculus Souse
(hold thre fries).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 29, 2013 - 06:44pm PT
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Amazingly, small-minded folks ignore this "Minnie-treat' in favor of giant cheeseburgers.
Or Supertacos.
Or Supersushi.
Or Superstition.
Do not let your cats hold your tongue, Mezetta-breath...
They can hold the fries, though.
I'll deliver gladly. Otay?
I operate deliveries in the continental US under the corporate guise of "musculardeliverstrees.com". The product comes in a cardboard container called a "Musbox." Patent pending.
The souse is a crowd-pleaser, but everyone has to share.
Zaks Mousehold Diner.
Mousehold Heath. Norwich. Norfolk. NR1 4HW.
Open each day - Noon till late.
Closing time is at the Managers discretion.
*Minnie Mouse loves a bit of tongue. She's half Norwegian, you know. (Ask the Chairman of the Board, who knows something about rats.)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 29, 2013 - 10:57pm PT
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Out in the back of Zak's you can score.
Just suppose
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 29, 2013 - 11:10pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 30, 2013 - 12:18am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I'm starting the Friday Night zin fest on the evening before, just like las' week. [1]
Went & climbed the fire escape to the roof again, tonight, too. Climbed out in the footies this a.m., as well. TR following the next post.[2]
I like the fact that the wind blew that smoke from earlier out of the valley. Enjoy it, SoCal and Nevada![3]
Qualified!
Yo play, zBrown.
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Aug 30, 2013 - 12:49am PT
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I gots Da Kine Kushage...where da nekkid wimens at?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 30, 2013 - 02:21am PT
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WHERE DID THEY GO?
They're all behind the shower curtain.
No one else, I know for certain.
Lackadanka has me hurtin'.
Zinfandel has me convertin'.
Shut mouth, Mouse, don't go blurtin'
Poetry like Thomas Merton.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 30, 2013 - 08:29am PT
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Thursday morning.
And that was that at almost 9:00.
I needed to pick up the Simon Brothers and haul their battery to Walmart. That wasn't their car's problem at all. Exchange/refund needed.
So we went there.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Aug 30, 2013 - 10:25pm PT
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That's, his bag o'tricks?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 01:04am PT
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It's Friday night, so let's have a cat fight.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 01:52am PT
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If you avoid the thunder, the only way to avoid the lightning is to use this door.
Go home and crank up the computer and jump out the Windows.
"Defenestrate thyselves before the Lords of a-zGard."--Book of the Dun Crow
[Click to View YouTube Video]Take your wingsuit, too, Dipshit!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 02:04am PT
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And if you are traveling back in time anytime during the weeekend, plan on stopping at the Glacier Point Hotel after you've had a good meal at Curry Village.
Bon apetite, mes amis.
And like the menu cautions, keep Yosemite safe from forest fires.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 02:19am PT
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Also Anita Maria's work.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 02:35am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 03:46am PT
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It's about 4/5ths of a mile from Joe Herb Park and the Bradley Overhead which everyone knows leads to nowhere. Any of us want to go there?
"I'm not there. I was. But now I'm not."
Looking through the windows in the roller doors I spied not a single Dalmatian. If the fire guys have one, he wasn't there, either.
But wait! There's more!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 03:57am PT
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But meanwhile, on Gower...
The "Agony Aunt," Claire Rayner was born to Jewish parents in London, the eldest of four children. Her father was a tailor and her mother a housewife. Her father had adopted the surname Chetwynd, under which name she was educated at the City of London School for Girls. Her autobiography How Did I Get Here from There? was published in 2003.--Wikiwikiwiki, time for your meds, dear boy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claire_Rayner#Fiction
"Dear Aunt Claire,
Am I gonna die?"
Signed,
B Dalton
Manana, as in later, "Look, Boss...de train!"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 31, 2013 - 10:13am PT
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Where in the heck is the cartoon?
Any afro-adesiacal qualities?
Any Thai translaters out there? Thai stick does not count.
Here it is, I give it an 8.05 + on the Felix/Dead scale. Rate your own turn on (or off)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
+ +/-
Foggy San Diego Bay looking east to where else, Otay Mountain.
meow
airplane, lake, uh-oh
complimentary purse and suits
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 06:51pm PT
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That's Donini's dad at Dohini right after the ark landed on Mt. AraRAT in the Middle East.
You got a lot of breaks just like that.
No shoreline, no surfing.
That old dirtbag was Jonesing for some beach-time after "40 days and 40 nights."
Without getting into a heated debate/masturbate about religion and literal meaning versus general symbology, Father John Syneski, a secular priest from Chi-town who drove a splendid Bonny Convertible with the funds his family provided, explained to the sophomore religion class that forty days in scriptures is generally accepted as meaning only "an extended period of time."
He pointed out that anyone will die if they deprive themselves of food and water in the desert.
For that matter, the phrase "in the desert" can be taken to mean "in a state of spiritual dilemma," or "in a dark night of the soul."
It's impossible to surf behind a floating ark, duh.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 06:57pm PT
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We must receive new seeds from an old harvest
Old truths out of a time newborn ...
"A Responsory"
In "A Psalm" Merton writes:
The Spirit sings: the bottom drops out of my soul
And from the center of my cellar, Love, louder than thunder
Opens a heaven of naked air.
He wrote the acclaimed book Seven STorey Mountain, as a fling and to impress God with his understanding of how to get crampons out of the way while taking a dump.
http://www.arksearch.com/najudi.htm
There's a tie-in with the San Diego Zoo for you, zBrown.
It must've been a vista chula from the spot where the ark settled, on whichever mountain is its actual landfall location.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 31, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
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Whilst it's easy to understand J. Donini's reputation in the world, I have yet to understand how and why Doheny became immortalized as a surfing spot by cuz Brian. I doubt that there has been a decent surfing wave since Noah built his Ark (in the Otay River Bed, after the damn broke in ... long story).
Otay once had a watch factory. It failed. Not hard to understand. How hard is it to tell when manana is? (bad form, I know, just like the waves at Doo-heny).
lettuce praying mantis
Silver spoons and golden needles - don't get me started
Just to stay on topic
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 31, 2013 - 09:25pm PT
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Saturday. Prey day.
Sunday. Pray day.
Speaking of preying manti,
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080915071719AAj0eaV
That's the Boss Short, no jive.
The earliest recollection I have, since you refer to me as yo primo, is of my Cousin Doug visiting me in my playprison, age two. Swear! The corporate 'they' all say it's not possible, but I remember it, posolutely absutively.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 31, 2013 - 11:21pm PT
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What can I say but, RbAp48?
The coninuing saga of Alzheimer's vs Old Age and the importance of the mouse in advancing human knowledge.
Ledgerdomain? A lesson for another day (or night).
But wait, just who would a praying mantis be talking to if preaching to the choir (was isn't this spelled quire?).
er ... ledgerdemain
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Brynhild “B” Grasmoen was known for her model-like good looks as much as her skiing."
"She was California Class A and Class B Champion in 1947, before making the 1948 Winter Olympic team."
Born: January 7, 1929 in Merced, California, United States
Died: December 30, 2000 (Aged 71) in Merced, California, United States
Affiliations: Merced Ski Club
Country: United States
Sport: Alpine Skiing
http://wsm.wsu.edu/ourstory/index.php?title=%22Pete%22_Peel%3A_Early_Days_Skier_for_WSC_1946-1950
Vimeo skiing gem from a sherpassing good film editor.
http://vimeo.com/32863936 "2012 CINEMATOGRAPHY AWARD" - Dave Mossop, Mountain Film Festival, Telluride CO
http://vimeo.com/sherpascinema More. It's all I can do. Good night.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Randisi, meet Lee Dorsey (came out in 1961). I doubt that he ever made it to Yosemite, but I'll check and get back.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5LnpErE6f4
Oh, well, I'm, UH!, sittin' here,la la
Waitin' for my ya ya, ah-um, ah-um
A sittin' here la la, waitin' for my ya ya, ah-um, ah-um
It may sound funny but I don't believe she's comin', ah-um, ah-um
Baby hurry, don't make me worry, ah-um, ah-um
Yeah baby hurry, don't make me worry, ah-um, ah-um
You know that I love you, oh, how I love you, ah-um, ah-um
A sittin' here la la waitin' for my ya ya, ah-huh, ah-huh
A sittin' here la la waitin' for my ya ya, ah-um, ah-um
It may sound funny but I don't believe she's coming, ah-um, ah-um
[Instrumental]
Baby hurry, don't make me worry, ah-um, ah-um
Yeah baby hurry, don't make me worry, ah-um, ah-um
You know how I love you, Oh, how I love you, ah-um, ah-um
A sittin' here la la waitin' for my ya ya, ah-ah, ah-ah
A sittin' here la la waitin' for my ya ya, ah-um, ah-um
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Gypsy Caravan is on it's way - a geopbyte's bark may worse than 1000 bites, but who knows for sure.
la la
la la
la la
la
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Fly, meet the spider twinz
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A Pack of Lips, Now
A tribute to the bloods in Nam by Kubrick?
Charlie doing a pout?
Jagger painting it black or jumping a jack?
Tiger drove into the left-hand rough, then the right hand rough. Then, using a long woody object on the horizon as a target, he laid up and, not surprisingly, nearly chipped in...only to lip out with what should have been his final stroke of the round.
Too bad...He'll finish second.
Do I take it out left, shade, or out even more, sun?
Will the crowd love it if I lip out or sink it?
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He's lucky he didn't score a six.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Memory Capacity in Old Mice"
Deja vu.
How can you take it, knowing it's just a re-hash of yesterday, a cycle that is endless? You just do what comes to you because it's the way it's always been. Might as well smile and do your thing...
I wish at least that I had more photos of my climbs--I had lots but I lost lots over the years to make this more like a climbing thread.
But I'm not a hot dog like some.
But for a while there I had my thumb.
I dribbled on the driveway,
Shot free throws from the street.
But I never was close to fast,
Nor nimble with my feet.
Fully-equipped, brain cells intact, as well.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Bob Dylan flames in or out, depending how you look at it.
Is that the ghost of electricity we've all heard so much about?
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Growing old
"Growing old is a dreary business,
incurable and solitary
like fox-mange.
And the worst thing is that
you never manage to rip in two
the far-stretched navel cord
that binds you to your youth.
Suddenly you catch yourself
bounding barefoot in the grass
and leaping in wild jumps
over childhood's merry brooks of spring,
though you're really sitting on a stone
and supporting your chin on your curved-top cane
and feeling osteoarthritis tear at
old, trudge-heavy feet."
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse and all...
sorry not much visits... dial up has 'run me a'round' again...
:(
very hard to get the ol' boat moving now... :(
say--on a better note, GYPSY, i will be starting to paint that neat
tree of yours soon... won't get to finsih it 'til about the new year, i reckon, though, but--will be fun and exciting and it will be yours, then,
after i have enjoyed it, bit by bit, :)
miss you all here...
god bless... happy good supertopo eve, to all!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh please oh please oh please
On my bended ostjo-arthritic knees
Fix neebee's internet heebie-jeebies
Just sayin', we be prayin'
I know how you feel, you've said it to me
So 'nuf said
Go ahead
It's your trail
Not mine
Dial-up, saddle up, either way, no big whup.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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TRIP REPORT
How I spent my Smokey Labor Day.
Smoking on the river with my neighbor who told me that the four and a half hours we spent out at "Mike's on the Merced," a private fishing and mellowness club in Merced Falls, is the longest he's spent outside of his apartment in the many years he's lived there.
BELIVE IT OR NOT!
And he's not kidding.
He's on county aid, every other kind of aid for which he qualifies.
Tonya, Geo LaF's wife and Anita Maria's mom, takes care of him.
It's a feel-good/gut-check kind of story, just down the hall.
Smokey is a cool old boy.
I was glad he was finally up for my spur-of-the-moment suggestion he accompany me. The last time I asked him to truck-em-up, he had to go have a doc look at a lesion on his arm, which turned out to be nastier than you can imagine. Old age is just as Marlow's fine contribution states.
Besides, he had ten bucks for gas.
So as we say in Middle Earth, when appropriate,
CARPE DIEM!
And devil take the laggards.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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But wait! There's more!
Part Deux of Labor Day's TR is from Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
Brought to you by the Rat Fink and "Richard's Righteous Renderings of Woody Objects" in Planada.
Surprise, surprise, surprise! We're are going to Planada and to Tuttle, not far at all from Merced, as I haven't much gas. Both are on Hwy 140, receiving extra traffic this weekend...and how!
We'll likely hit Friday of this weekend, too, also, and as well--have to see how it goes, follow my nose, go with the flow.
We're getting there, kids. This is a country drive. Slow down and ride low.
Lovin' Spoonful/What a Day for a Daydream
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwH4wPz-URM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have more photos.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse and zbrown and all...
i had success for a bit, when i got the opera brower and even firefox was doing okay...
now, they want updates and i can't do that, as it all times out...
flash wants an update, and i can't do that...
everything times out, for downloads, so i am back to being slow
and stuck again...
HOWEVER, i can still TYPE!!!! for awhile, as mouse knows, the typing
WOULD NOT TAKE... all the words jumbled together when they 'finally showed' and all my backwards boo-boos, too, and then to fix them, well,
it was going through THAT all over again...
now, even when i click to see links, it all times out and i have to close everything and get the 'whatever' out of the browser's mind that was timing out' OUT and start over and let THAT TRY to work, without timing out...
:(
well, i could take it all into to where i bought it and let them DO all this for me... as they can get on line, but that (i will call and see) may be tooooooooooooooooooo expensive, :(
but--i think i will post here and see if you all can 'teach' me how to find ways to help this not time out, in case there is something that can
be 'reset'... that may help a bit...
or, if someone can 'save update' on a disk and mail them??? then i can get
them on the computer???
i may risk taking opera OUT and trying to newly download, as, by some miracle it actually loaded one night, and on this ol' dial up, :O
took a few hours, but it did not time out, :O
okay, all for now... got stuff to do, :)
thanks so very much, guys!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Same as it ever was.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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hi neebee - I can't remember, where are you in MI?
I'm looking at something right now that says 75.5% of households in the U.P. have broadband (high speed) access.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Muskegon, MI., lower p.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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You'd think the percentage would be higher in the L.P., but who knows.
I'm checking around.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Try Bhurmingham, mamn.
No dharmin' tryin'.
See ya to da U.P., eh?
Converseely, Lake Michigan looks like a penis, too. I 'magined that. Lake Huron, you tell me, Rorschach.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cheese%20Weed
The cheeses of Nazareth have a fine reputation. Gospel.
Like anything Jewish, too much whine ruins the cheese.
Uncontrollable head-shaking, foot-tapping.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Mestigoit de Huron - Where you from sa's?
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Jesus de Utah - A later day.
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Hear me now and believe me later, it's not the stuff that I was looking for, it's just the stuff I found.
BTW, does anybody remember the name of the cop they killed up at Lake Arrowhead? Was it Lake Arrowhead or was it Big Bear? Where were his ashes spread?
"In bearing testimony of Jesus Christ, President Hinckley spoke of those outside the Church who say Latter-day Saints 'do not believe in the traditional Christ.' 'No, I don't. The traditional Christ of whom they speak is not the Christ of whom I speak. For the Christ of whom I speak has been revealed in this the Dispensation of the Fullness of Times. He together with His Father, appeared to the boy Joseph Smith in the year 1820, and when Joseph left the grove that day, he knew more of the nature of God than all the learned ministers of the gospel of the ages.'" (LDS Church News Week ending June 20, 1998, p. 7).
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, zBrown... thanks...
say, i am on netzero, and they do have a DSL, but when i wrote to them, they said they do not have it for my area, :O
yep, i am lower pin, not upper... there may be DSL for other
companies, but i cannot afford them...
i only pay a penny under ten bucks a month... i pay like? 54?
or so, every six months... then, if i have barely any money for the month,
i do NOT get 'kicked out' for not being able to pay... i have six months to
save up to pay the bill... :)
so in a way, i reckon i get what i pay for, but i am just thanksful to have anything at all...
trouble is, everthing is UPDATING and 'more fancey' etc, so it never works
anymore as well, :(
not sure what i will do, but most likley, sooner or later, i will just post
as much, it has been stalling very bad...
but--this might be due to my brower?? speed or something being wrong, i keep getting 'time out' notices... :(
well, go to sleep now...
god bless to all...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Kellogg's PEP sponsored the series and included many giveaways in the promotion of the show, such as Space Cadet goggles and Space Cadet character cutouts on the back of PEP cereal boxes. Many times the actors would step out of the shows action to proclaim the merits of PEP cereals, even using the Space Academy as a backdrop to plug the giveaways associated with the cereal. These plugs were incorporated into the story lines, such as the aforementioned space goggles. The goggles were used by Dr. Dale in the lab, Astro used the goggles while on duty on the power deck and Roger needed the goggles to keep down the glare from the radar deck.
First you are a cadet.
http://www.solarguard.com/tcradio1.htm
Then you can climb Space Babble.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=617625
If you eat enough PEP.
Kirk out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"...my best friend never told me he was related to the Joe Herb! Jeff Mathis' mom, Betty, is the niece of Joe Herb's wife, Grandpa Freeman's sister."--MkFM
This project's about two-thirds of the way finished. The BNSF wants to stack their containers three high instead of two, which is the custom now.
On the west side of the Bradley is an array of businesses which reflect the town's rurality and lack of savoir faire.
gots to go now.
Scrabble challenge!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Hurry home early, my friend
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Can have that bridge down in no time. Less than $1.4 billion.
Was Bobby Chacon from Otay. No. Sylmar, Otay's little brother (just up the road apiece from Pacoima).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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thisonesgotmescratchingmyhead.com/fake
http://www.world-mysteries.com/sar_6.htm
The bottom line is that even though the skull's highly unusual characteristics demand an open-minded approach to it, mainstream science will reject it outright until forced by DNA evidence to do otherwise. Indeed, it could turn out to be nothing more than a butt-ugly kid with an extraordinary combination of cranial deformities never seen before. But it could also have been the result of a human-alien union, or an outright alien with no connection to humanity at all.
Only time and testing will tell which possibility is correct.
Will the real Bobby please stand up?
The Zimmerman Letter began, "Dear Landlord, Please....hear these words that I speak....this was meant to be true...."
You do know Jack, right?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Scrabble Report:
MFM McKicked butts.
My first play was "LOADERS" with a blank "L". 68!
Then three plays later, Maurice dropped out, Marcel and I split his points (rounding up first) and dumped his letters in the bag.
Then on the next turn, I scored a second Bingo with "CLATTERS" using a blank again on "C." We take up any blanks and re-use them (house rules) if we have the letter it represents. I took up the blank from "LOADERS," replacing it with an "L" from my rack to make this play. 61!
When I had my third bingo, Marcel conceded.
Final: MFM 272. Marcel 157.
Boomer used to get home, mix a martini, and "regale" anyone in earshot with his latest round on the golf course, complete with betting outcomes and numbers of putts, chip-ins, and drinks consumed in the clubhouse, along with the recap of the dice games played to see who paid for the drinks!
Not that I minded. He could have been telling about his latest project at the Cookie Cliff or Arch Rock; or a story about having missed a chance to climb with Dave Brower or Raffi; or how he got lost in the Arrow Chimney...in a different life, of course.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Here, Mom. Enjoy.
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Have another scotch, Boomer.
Relax...so you missed a two-footer? What were you thinkin'?
On the other hand,
why don't you forget that and toke on this? Like that ever happened.
It was on the return trip to my friend Bruce's from a golf game that Bruce took out a joint and lit it with Boomer and myself in the car. I was shotgun. Boomer didn't appreciate the move and said so. It was Bruce's car. Feathers were ruffled, let's just say.
It wasn't something you forget, a confrontation between righteous indignation on one side and urbane disregard for convention on the other. The two views are not compatible, and we all know this, but still we stumble along and have for years and probably will for many more in a society which constantly re-invents itself daily based on TV reports of what we did today. This is called being "hip," or "with it." It's based on someone else's view, not or own.
Bruce valued his hipness. Dad valued his righteousness. I smirked and never bothered to say anything to Dad on a voluntary basis. It was a source of humor between Bruce and myself. Some things you just don't feel right talking about, especially with an uptight parent, so why discuss them? They are better left in the vault.
Yet it might be nice if parents bothered to educate their kids in a manner conducive to inquiry and focus on tasks at hand.What's the big deal? It's a weed. It's what you make of it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Anything is what you make of it.
You should always look idly on the bright side of LIFE. Something will happen to fake you glad that you did.
A Ford guy sees things differently than a Chevy guy. Each is happy.
A Dodger fan, well, who the heck knows?
For some of us, LIFE means a full wardbobe and a new car each year.That doesn't appeal to me in the slightest.
Here's more what does, or did for a long time. 1940
Fiction Bestsellers, 1940
1. Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley
2. Christopher Morley, Kitty Foyle
3. Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver
4. Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
5. Sholem Asch, The Nazarene
6. F. van Wyck Mason, Stars on the Sea
7. Kenneth Roberts, Oliver Wiswell
8. John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
9. Louis Bromfield, Night in Bombay
10. Nina Fedorova, The Family
I have read the obvious two from this list, Grapes of Wrath and FWTBT. I got lots from them when I read them, but the real good came later.
"Nothing really has much meaning until it lives within us for a length of time."--Patrick Oliver Ament
I have a copy of How Green Was My Valley and plan to read it this year. Sounds like a climbing title.
Ii's a pensive mood I find I occupy. I need to get out of the house a while.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I wash my hands of something. I can't remember what.
BITD How I buy it today.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have a special use for pumice, myself, Beavis. Heh, heh.
This is the Pumice Mine Ranch at Snelling.
Stinky Mouse Man owned part of it.
Padraig Uther Mann-Mize, a former associate of the Gangs of Los Banos, found himself in possession of the deed to the mine after an all-night poker game at Knights Ferry. He later sold parts off to interested parties.
Then, when he ran out of parts, he sold the holes in his thinking, which were filled with troubadours.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Something will kill you, guaranteed. Could be a finger infection. Could be the wrong inflection, spoken to the wrong guy, and you're just seeking direction. Maybe you'll make your genuflection on your bad knee and you'll stumble...when you rise you're dead. Maybe you've had your last erection. If you haven't, I hope you die in your bed. Cuz somethin's gonna kill ya, someday you'll be among the dead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The physical relief of saving a guitar from imminent displacement to Mt. Merced, the landfill, is indescribable; and I fretted over the telling of it; but, quite simply, I felt like Jesus' son reaching out for this poor immigrant, this El Kabong of the Closet of First-Refusal. It came to me with no strings, no bargaining, just acceptance on each of our parts for the other.
The rock was a no-brainer, really. No heavy metal needed, just soothing hard rock.
By the Way, the California relief map ca. 1990, is for sale. It will be on display at the Facelift this month. I'm gonna set up in Old Yeller Pines in the Red Roadent. Maps, facts, art and artifacts. Percentage to the YCA. (See how it goes.) Blind Mouse Entities, Discorporated. Offices in Gateway cities across America and at certain NPS raves sites.
Joe Bob says, "Check him out, fer Gawd sakes!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The title of my first Rolling Rs project, for Trundle Records, is Amber Raves in Pain.
I checked this phrase from the STATE OF NEW YAWK out of the lie-berry and returned it. Not what I expected and way too nasty for kids.
http://www.mountainproject.com/v/amber-waves-of-pain/106607648
[Click to View YouTube Video]i love the timeless irony of this song. I believe young Moses had this in his repertoire, if he didn't write it himself.
There should be an eleventh commandment: Thou shalt spell-check athsma and rhythym.
Dying to know: the dude in between Daltry's legs--WHO is HE? The local Leeds officer-in-charge of whangs?
Whang--the male dick.
Also, a strip of leather for emergency use, often seen as fringe on buckskin clothing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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My siester Lenna posted this nasty shot on FB with the caption for me of "I know you have good memories." Title is the Road into Hetchy, from late last month.
Are you following me?
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DONCHA BOTHER ME
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
Well, I'm looking for my face
And I got no place to go
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
Well, pick your own mind
And don't you touch mine no more
Still waiting here for a single idea
In your clothes and your hair, I wore it last year
Oh no, doncha follow me no more
I said, "Oh no, doncha copy me no more"
I said, "Oh no, doncha copy me no more"
Well, the lines around my eyes
Are protected by a copyright law
Well, all the clubs and the bars and the little red cars
Not knowing why, but trying to get high
Oh no, doncha follow me no more
Doncha follow, doncha follow
I'm tired of Dis Rim Fire bidness.
Can we just smoke and move on?
You lead. I'll follow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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T-Pated: literally, to have one's pate in a twitter. 1.Smitten or love-struck; romantically infatuated.
SOLO NAPOLEON ON AN ISTHMUS
A dangerous place to find oneself
After living alone
For so many years.
Better to find rocks in my head
Than da-dump da-dump in my bed.
So go conquering instead.
And then have some friendly beers
With Bambi and Thumper and my Follower.
(You wouldn't like to follow Flower, now, wood yew? Beer farts, too!)
--P.U. Mann-Mize
THE NEVER-ENDING SONG
Love is a song that never ends
Life may be swift and fleeting
Hope may die yet love's beautiful music
Comes each day like the dawn
Love is a song that never ends
One simple theme repeating
Like the voice of a heavenly choir
Love's sweet music flows on
Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me. Then came the dawn. And you were gone. You were gone, gone, gone. I had too much to dream last night.
Reach out and conquer this, lads![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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Viewed from Middle Earth, the Tioga.The Florist who used to rent the corner shop in this hotel is now a whole block away. Drastic change to the near-Victorian era--the building isn't that old, I don't think.
The trees are all of modern height--no one's fooled with this blatant forgery of black and white fifties snaps.
Hoo-hah! Real human drama unfolds on the new reality/soap, Up and down the Fire Escape, new guest-hosts weekly at nine.
Needs no intro. Speaks for itself. Self-descriptive.
I say it's art. I know that's a baby roach. I call her Amber.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You said it!
Literally, everything UNDER THE SUN, as in down-under
http://www.ideationnation.us/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/PL_TRAVEL_Brazil.pdf
lots of stuff that's OVER THE MOON, like in Mother Goose
Joseph Jacobs The Three Cows
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiXHhkb7pyU
and even some stuff, that's OBNOXIOUS AND RUDE.
Per se, FLAMES can be and often are "obnoxious," therefore unpleasant, disagreeable, nasty, distasteful, offensive, objectionable, unsavory, unpalatable, off-putting, awful, terrible, dreadful, frightful, revolting, repulsive, repellent, repugnant, disgusting, odious, vile, foul, abhorrent, loathsome, nauseating, sickening, hateful, insufferable, intolerable even...
DEFIANTLY OBNOXIOUS
DEFIANTLY OBNOXIOUS
DEFIANTLY OBNOXIOUS
DEFIANTLY OBNOXIOUS
DEFIANTLY OBNOXIOUS...
Are those opposed to pretentions.
A truth is pursued,
To undo the subdued...
And expose an honest subtraction!
Yet honesty is kept,
In quiet silent places.
To avoid a satisfaction...
That would come to release,
Fresh smiles erased that are ceased.
And placed upon those with false faces!
--Lawrence S. Pertillar
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's whatever zBrown does here, more than I can talk about. He does that well enough, either as an incendiary of note or as a straight man. I believe we take turns giving up cues and sometimes ignoring the other's posts, but still, he's a box of matches, ain't he?
Ah tinder my regards, zBrown.
It's Satiddy agin.
Some bathroom reading.
http://www.listal.com/list/my-1001-see-before-ascension
Don't forget to wash your hands, young man.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Not the long, long trailer
not Lucille Ball, either
This was harder to do than it appears.
Anyway, got a match?
From a series of 379 photos, claimed to belong to the Getty Image. Better free your mind instread.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That would not have been the obvious choice for me. This is why there are Three Amigos. You, Me, and Them.Arithmetic is as simple as the Half Dome cables.
What a round t-t-t-trip it's b-b-been.
Excuse me while I touch this guy.
Did someone say Woodstock? There was no sun at Woods Talk.
It was soggy like old Wheaties in milk.
Woodstock?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I'd like to help you make your trip. Pre- and post- images of first all female successful ascent of Quarter Dome.
Remind anyone of those three guys?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Some beaches are cooler than others. The "skreenette(s)". Is that the notorious coat of many colors?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Beer and cigarets.
How British fifties, lad. Calls for a git of a bo, what?
And roaring twenties, lasses.
Dang, can we rule out carless varmints as the culprits in the Rim Fire now?
I suppose those are the protos for Da Brim's new top-to-bottom-secret full-body-armor version?
They don't do the wave at Candlestick anymore. They're doin' the Wave Bye-Bye, SFO-style, flying down to Santa Clara.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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1933 dope plane crash in New Jersey. Eat your heart out Licky.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Got me to wondering whether Jesus knows that the cross is in ballpark.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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If the Romans had hung Jesus, whould Christians wear little nooses around their necks?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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^Like most all threads on the SuperTopo forum, it's*** good though.
wasting bandwidth
Warrants at least a definition and explanation of how the calculations were performed and the mathematical derivation!
Isn't it just like the composting done on many of the favs of some folks we know?
***
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That Jess Sayin really gets around, huh?
He must have beaucoup precious bandwidth.
Is he a band baron?
A lumber familiy scion?
An independently wealthy bon vivant like myself and zBrown and the rest of the Flames?
Does he have a doggie treat?
You've hurt my feelings, eKat. But don't apologize for speaking your mind: it's a small enough thing that I'll be better by morning.
Meanwhile, back with the crazy Russian kids...
And the crazy Russian boobs driving their cars on iced-up roads...
Cyrillistic sh#t, there. Unlike here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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eKat, let me apologize for that cheap-ass shot. I so don't want to ruckus with you.
I think we got off to a bad start long ago last year. That's always been hard to chew, and so I think it's time to dump that old bone. Remember the bonehead PMs, both about the same thing? cheese...stupid...
Remember, us boys are made of these, among other things, and you of all the gals in Taco Town have spent enough time in Camp 4 to have some insight into boys' behavior, good and bad. So you likely know drivel to the max. And bad puns. And sh#t jokes. And now easy internet jibes and tunes come along and we're like...oh, more fun!
I apologize for letting the dangtail wag the dangdog. It's Jess Moi.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Stephen, saint of circumstance, or perhaps no stance at all.
"Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
One man drivels what another man spills"
(wherever he went the people all complained)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The purity of drivel is not strained.
It falleth on the rich and it falleth on the poor.
And when it hath poured and rained,
It creepeth 'neath the door,
Ruining the expensive Persian you brought home from that wonderful trip to Istanbul and doing thousands in damage to the parquet.
All due to poor choices in writing subjects?
I think so, I mean not.
--Jesse Blayme Nabors.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, T hocking...
as to this:
Whose on first?
well, it is ALWAYS determine by 'top billing'...
they're ON first... then, the follow-up act...
that is...unless 'top billing' cancels, or gets sick?
:)
hee hee, there, see, occasionally i can get a hit, in this ol' ball-game...
wonder if i made it to first... ;)
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was just gonna drivel this on ya.
With Bird and Schmitz on the Taco Trolley, can certain others be far behind?
This feller ring any of yer bells?
http://www.worldaffairs.org/speakers/profile/richard-christiani.html
The very last time I saw Rick he was schlepping a massive backpack from Boulder Camp to Booguba Lodge in August of 1970.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1809743&msg=1809743#msg1809743
The main thing I remember about him is his huge stash of equipment stored in plastic milk crates under waterfroop cloth in his site in Camp 4.
the Rev and I looked at this pile of pins and biners and slings and rope and positively driveled over it when we had first seen it in Camp 4 earlier that year. He appeared to have used the schtuff, too. A lot!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A feel-good climbing experience is often just the simple act itself, no strings.
Just yourself and some rocks on the shore somewhere.
Lovers' Point, Pacific Grove, provided me this type of excitement at age twenty-one.[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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Hay, Teach and neebee...sounds like a law firm.
Here's some restful stuff for a lazy Monday morning when we rise.
Before most of us rise, that is.
The un-focused effect is effective here, and totally random as I was literally shooting in the dark, unable to use the auto focus.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Inane:
1 : empty , insubstantial 2 : lacking significance, meaning, or point : silly
synonyms see insipid
We covered this topoc earlier, in a vastly different thread, one which went straight to the point, I thought.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1962261&msg=1962261#msg1962261
We do wander a bit here, granted.
But wandering is no the same as drivelling. Hardly.
Maybe we can use this fellow to indicate someone's lost or simply not following, to be more percise.
It seems like OT Marmot has left the scene, so let's give this vintage hand puppet a big hand. He's the last hand puppet we should ever need on the Taco.
VaguestClimber, where's OT AT now, and is he good, or what?
You didn't take him and dump him on the top of Africa's Summit, I hope?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... i remember all main trails do have rabbit trails...
neat things can be found, and learned, while on rabbit trails...
getting back to the main trail, before dark, etc, is always good, and then, onward we go, until next few rabbit trails...
:)
not to worry... there is treasures here, abouts...
some stuff may be rabbit trails that i pass-over, as my brain
takes the overpass to the next post on this ol' thread, but, say:
i DO find treasures that way, for sure...
i sure love the merced history stuff, too, by the way, which is
the way by which you traveled quite often in live... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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If the Romans had hung Jesus, would Christians wear little nooses around their necks?
Ya nailed it, bub!
To use His very own words, (and how clever is it to blashpheme in public, really?),"Thou hath said it, prefectly." *
No resurrection insurrections around this province while I am in charge, ya hear?--Pilate after words with Jesus
* Only the words of Jesus and names of posters should righteously appear in boldface, but exceptions seem to rule here, so...do yer thing...it is of little moment, after all, because it's a little tiny world, after all.
But a nice one, all the same.
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Read more:
http:www.flamesofhell.phariseeblog.net/fake
edit: While rabbit trails are just side-trips for mice, who are looking for ANYTHING interesting, they do yield treasures on occasion. It's why I bother taking them. My main trial on the trails about MY HOME is that I'm so often alone and as long as I keep a little light on in the back of my muscular brain, shaped like Jesus, knowing it's there is all I need to go places where the Yokuts is afraid and the white man's never been.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Isn't this thread about cars? or is it Nationalsozialismus?
jess' assin'
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Or is it the travelogue thread
A little something that Aravind Rajamanickam threw together
catchy tune - no? That's Vaa Vaa Anbe Anbe
[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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Sep 10, 2013 - 01:24am PT
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This guy?
Seriously, this threat is aboud just any old thing under the sun.
But indoor climbing, no; though there may be one or two references by otherwise well-meaning persons, including mice persons like myself.
I drink enough boxed zin lately that it could be a wine commercial in da skies. I could get plenty of endorsements on any old climbing website, but the Taco is especially fertile ground.
Atop the Muir, who would drink water if champagne is more apropos? Surely not I. Mr. Robbins seems to be drinking out of a plastic cup. He's finally graduated to the world of BIG-BIG WALLS. BIG WALLS are sissy stuff now. Some prefer port wine to champagne. I'm malleable. I can go with port in a pinch if it's got the right pitch man.
Then again, there is lots of material on locals here from Merced. No murals, like in La Jolla, that really stand out, but there are some geniuses working the streets as artists.
And there are non-geniuses who have just plain good heads on their shoulders. Like Skip, shown here at an unguarded moment; but candidly, even Skip sometimes has wrong-headed notions. But he bought me a coffee the other day, so it's all fine and dandy.
I'm not a fan of games in everyday life, except for Risk and of course, Scrabble. They have limited appeal, however. No one likes getting their asses handed to them in a game. I'm very lucky, usually, at Risk and pink is my color, nine is my number. Nine armies in India, nine in Norhtern Europe. I'm attacking Kamchatka from Alaska with three dies.
It kills me that more people don't care for risk in their daily lives. These are called dull boys and homebodies. I see few around the Taco.
"I'm playing 'BOONDOCKS' for 97 points."
Or it could be about HARD HARD MEN and EVEN HARDER CLIMBS. But I forgot to pay my free climbing dues and need new soles on the Fires. So that will have to wait.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 10, 2013 - 01:36am PT
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Or eKat could be correct.
Inanity reigns in the most unlikely places.
Flames appear there, too, so here's a little can of Nine Lives cooked on the open grill, or the musical equivalent.
Not that it's pure tat. There's some good stuff, too. But beware, cats are deceitful and love to play with their food.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Groucho's hundred-dollar word for today is "Irrepressible."
It's magic. Use it next time you try to impress the opposite sex. Say "I'm irrepressible when it comes to so & so." You'll be surprised what can happen next...
Rabbits come out of a hat and do tricks for you. Now that's impressive and just try to repress a rabbit.
"You feelin' lucky, punk? Go ahead, make my day." This phrase caused a male rabbit to laugh so hard he never stopped and never sired another kit, or whatever a baby rabbit's called. A Ripley Tale, believe me now...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 10, 2013 - 05:27am PT
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My Granchile Did That, This and a 'nother Thing
Fee, fie, faux, fum.
Noah carved me an extra thumb.
Fie, six, disseminate.
He made this one sharp and straight.
Nine, ten, lebben, twell,
He had a fish on, ran like hell.
Thirteen inches or I'm a dang liar.
Put him on this spit you carved.
We'll build a little fire.
First timer. Never used a live worm to bait fish.How many for three bucks?Two hands for beginners.Proud Papa Scott.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 10, 2013 - 08:24am PT
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This video came overnight/special delivery for me from the Larry of the Flames, who knows blues. Don't you, Mr. Jones?
Sonny Boy Williamson/Some Sunny Day
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNzEXJTPS0U
THX.
PS: Klattu barata nikto. Queequo mani-mani tishnik. I'm posilutely sure, 99%.
The T is not mine, but someone's who was wearing it at the time. It was explained that it was parody. You got me. I know nothing about no parody.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 10, 2013 - 10:05pm PT
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REAL PEOPLE HERE.
Fakes here.
Saturday, August 24, 120 volunteers from three local Merced Credit Unions bussed to Camp Green Meadows outside the Wawona entrance to Yosemite.
Their purpose was to paint, clean, and rebuild at the camp, which serves as a recreation camp in summer and is an outdoor school operated by the Merced County Office of Education the rest of the year, seving students from throughout California in one-day and week-long classes.
The camp celebrates its 50th year next year; I was a counselor there for a week in 1965, its second year of operation; and I was a senior in Merced High then.
These volunteers were from EECU, MSEFCU and Merco Credit Union, which is the biggest sponsor of the series of races in March here in town and out in Snelling. The list of tasks: painting picnic tables and splitting stackin firewood, rebuilding the archery range backstop, and constructing a retaining wall and much more.
CEOs talk pretty much the same, "The common thread...and blah-blah-blah...community project....win-win situation...yak-yak-yak...credit unions support...working together...spirit of people helping people.”
It was a Face-lifting, is what it was.
It’s good to know the school’s lasted this long and has the continued support of the community’s credit unions, two of which got business from Liz and myself--auto loan and checking account.
Camp Green Meadows is on Facebook, like.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 10, 2013 - 10:11pm PT
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So how about those Giants, kids. Champions one year, cellar the next.
I blame it on the Rim Fire and the drought.
Wait till next year, when we moitalize 'em.
Word of the month potential there.
I heard a really funny two-part joke about male and female Rice Krispies and now I cannot recall the story, much less the punch lines.
The priest at Notre Dame and the dead bell-ringer, though, I'm still laughing. "His face rings a bell!" Sheesh!The pastor should have interviewed a disabled Sumo wrestler for the bell-ringer's gig...
"I had heavy misgivings about that missing leg after we ascended the tower. I had no way of knowing he was epileptic, too. I don't speak Japanese so well."
Which only deepens the question, "Why does everybody hate Christianity so much?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 11, 2013 - 04:22am PT
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Something totally unique.
Flashback on The Flames.
Have a great time visiting Maine, Mo!
And send me a postcard, Tad, please.
1715 N Street/#307
Mer. CA. 95340.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 11, 2013 - 04:37am PT
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Ms. Melonsugar, today's tour guide, speaks for the inured Mouse, who is bored by listening to himself...That's right, Who fans. She's a substtitute.[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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Sep 11, 2013 - 04:44am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]A car like any of these old beaters (yeah, right!) is a ball and chain if ya let it get that way. How well a man treats your w-wife tells more about a dude than how he treats his car. Oh, that dint come out right. Not used to th-this tawkin' yet, I g-guess.
See, Janis was my BFF, or woulda been that, and...aw, sh-sh#t...gimme a sec, here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 11, 2013 - 04:48am PT
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It was gettin' late, so Mouse made Scott drive home, cuz the boys were gettin' hungry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 11, 2013 - 04:53am PT
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Hey, great job!
Ms. Melanie Melonsugar, everyone!
What a classy broad!
Well, she is broad, right?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 11, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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gotta go with the first woody (1940?), THE 39hrtbt AND THE VETTE
didn't have a car, but did have the decal
Getting back to the Romans. If you do as the Romans do in Rome, then when not in Rome, as the Romans don't do. This seems to leave a very wide latitude in behavioral options.
I wonder how many of these shirts are still available.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 11, 2013 - 12:16pm PT
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Coors Light, Bud Light, Keystone and Miller. It's gonna be a hot day, maybe even "killer."
Yeah, baby! Gimme some cooool mountain air. T'ell with all this gosh-darn smoke in our hair!
I believe I'll go have an omelet at the Cinema.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 07:26pm PT
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See your two. Raise you six. In fact, I'm tossing it all in.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 08:05pm PT
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And the coloured girls go. Doo do doo do doo do do doo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 08:26pm PT
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Always thought it went like
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.
But Dyland canna be wronged.
To his fan club I once belonged.
But it seems he once was out-songed.
By three stooges and a mouse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thjnNEBt9pk
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 08:28pm PT
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Oh no, it was taken (without credit no less) right off the internet.
Probably some wrong information and a photoshopped image. Everybody must get sto ... er ... everybody knows it was tambourine Man!
OT: Could you take that camera of yours and head over to Mammoth and find Matt for us all. That other thread is starting to hog all the bandwidth.
What is bandwidth you ask?
It's about like so.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 08:45pm PT
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And in the spirit of building a better mouse trap (but who would want to trap a mouse?).
Not Green Fried Tomatoes
[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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Sep 12, 2013 - 09:48pm PT
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That LOOKS like band length.
The Merced HS Marching 100 was nearly 4/5 of a mile long lying down stretched out and with their respective instruments between each student.
There are two more high schools, make that three--I forgot the newest, El Capitan Redux--in tne area and the size of the Marching 100 has dwindled considerably. At one time in the seventies, the student population of Merced High was the largest in the STate. BELIEVE IT OR NOT.
Of course they included the baton twirlers. Not sure about the letter-carriers, but likely.
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
Forgive the boo-boo-boo-boo-boo.
Drill, drill, drill.
Drool, drool, drool.
School. School. School.
Drivel dravel, Muzzy Brown.
Time to head back into town.
Ellll Cap! Yay!
What's the prize for fifth place in the US twirling competition? You lose your first joint of the non-twirling hand's thumb. It's hard-core at the national level, man. You don't want to hear about fourth place finishers, many of whom turn to orb-searching, for some reason, when their careers end so abruptly.
Most races employ longer batons than we are accustomed to in the USA and Canada.
Next up from The Gym Coach, Noah Fingers: Rhythmic Ribbons, Salsa Style.
Instructions on how to measure for a twirling baton.
1. Find a tape measure. Common tape measures used in sewing or dress making will suffice.
2. Have the twirler stand in front of you. Tell her to extend one arm. The arm should be parallel to the floor. When at the right position, her arm and body should form a 90-degree angle.
3. Place the tape measure at the base of the twirler's neck. Tell her to hold the tape measure while you unroll the tape measure down to the end of her middle finger. Note the measurement in inches and write it down.
4. Visit a store that sells batons. Try sporting goods or specialty stores to find a wide range of baton brands from which to choose. A wide selection can help you pick a quality baton.
5. Use the measurement to select a baton of the same size. Batons are available in inch-lengths* and should correspond to your measurement. Choose a baton that is one size above your measurement if you find that the measurement falls between the standard baton inch-lengths.
6. Purchase the baton.**
*There are places to acquire batons which are made in half-inch increments, so don't believe EVERY little thing Coach Fingers says.
**But only if you want to. no pressure. You can go back to your piccolo and twirl that, too. It's a specialty of the Marching 45's wind section, all seven or eight of them. And preferably from a dealer in Baton Rouge, LA, home of the Red STick Ale brewing company, if you can afford the postage.
http://untappd.com/RedstickBrewmasters
This is slightly more relevant than the My Pretty Pony thread, wouldn't you agree?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 10:10pm PT
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Battin' cleanup, Baton Rouge! As long as it tastes and looks good and doesn't leave a red stain on your hands, it's ok buy me. On the other hand, could be a badge of courage.
-Panamint Red
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 10:20pm PT
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Gosh, don't ya love the Net, WW?
[Insert Wilder here.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 10:35pm PT
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]The notoriously hard-to-control Palm Beach Baton.
The delicate shaft known as the Flagpole Baton.
The opposite ends are the same, naturally. These photos are too long when the whole length is shown.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:17pm PT
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This ALSO happened at Beale AFB, but they managed to keep it quiet. It was a foggy day.
I heard the co-pilot was "reading" a copy of Playboy and didn't hear commands being issued in time to respond.
"Huh? What? Oh, shi..." or something like it.
And that was known as the Rat Fink Cover-UP. For some reason, all crew members woke up naked in a field outside of Moroni, UT.
Heads were scratched, behive it or not.
Meanwhile, on the Salton Sea, a giant biscuit resembling the Rat Fink was discovered that same evening. It was covered with mold resembling good quality duck down, but smelled awfully fishy, like it does, only worse by far. The discoverer, a desert prospector, came down with a fever.
Since the military was so paranoid, they sent a man down there and he came away scratching his head, but no fever was reported. There was cause to think the incidents were related. For some reason, the names of the two separate capers were confused (likely because of the time frame) and just reported under the Case Name, Rat Fink. They had to cover up the fliers from the first incident, too, since they had no flight suits any longer. With the loss of the plane, the experimental laser, the flight suits, and all the going and coming, the expense was ginormous. Of course it was all well-concealed for many years.
I got this poop from Johnny Feaver just yesterday evening at the 9/11 parade.
It's kinda unbelievable. And I am very gullible. So take it or leave it.
I seldom recommended a duck down sleeping bag. When you do duck down in a duck down bag when a bear comes along, they just love the smell and won't go away.
Always go with a good goose. But TT knows all this. He's trained to recognize quality down, surely.
Peace. Down & out.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:34pm PT
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Whaal! (you probably saw this coming). I met Big Daddy at the car show in Balboa Park at the end of the 1950's.
Sure wish I would have hung onto that weirdo shirt.
BTW: Did anyone ever explain to you just exactly how a Hell's Angel attained his red wings?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:44pm PT
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Composting reminds me of dairy air.
Prayer of Saint Cowlumbine.
Our fodder, which art in the manger, silage be thy name. Thy milk truck come, at rise of sun, over earth and parts of heaven. Give us this day our daily cud, and forgive us our methane, as we forgive those pass tresses in our pastures of plenty, and deliver us from lassos. Amen.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:50pm PT
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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Is an Electric Cat a skin job?
Does a one-eyed eyeball never cry?
[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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Sep 13, 2013 - 12:08am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 07:11am PT
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Do it yourself, Barney. And we're out of beer. You'll have to wheel over to the store.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 09:20am PT
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IF you were so inclined, uke could climb or just do it all day with this in your headphones/head-space.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Enough of this drivel. Let's get on to the real climbing.--Johnsal
Please practice this, TT, otay? Maybe with a couple of new verses from me it will go viral.
Hear you to da Facelift, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 09:46am PT
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Oh, God, I was always a total mess. I hate climbers like Royal Robbins who are so superior. He doesn’t mean to be, he just is. He’s methodic, scientific, capable, and so competent it makes me envious. I was climbing with some hotshot Brit in Yosemite once, and he said, "My God, Harding, you can’t do anything!" I said, "I know, but I can do it forever."
--Worn Hard
Terry Drinkwater was the CBS correspondent who was sent to Yosemite Valley and took rooms in the Lodge while reporting on Harding's and Caldwell's Dawn Wall epic farce. T.D. received a Masters Degree from UC Berkeley.
Like Millis, who was engaged by the CBS affiliate in LA, KCBS, to explain rock climbing as practiced by our ascensionists, Correspondent Drinkwater died after long bouts with cancer.
It's the turth and the turth hurts.
Heading out to the footies in a few.
Adieu.
Don't post drunk tonight. There's a bad moon a-risin'.
People on the River Road are happy to live there.
If I were a diving duck, and the river were whisky, I'd be in Canada and the subjunctive were'd not be a problem.
I'd dive to the bottom and never come up.
Except the chances are fifty-fity that the river's whiskey, too, so I might could have a problem.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 10:14pm PT
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All my problems are likely solved.
The formula is quite uninvolved.
All my problems = sh#t in a lump.
I can relieve myself by taking a dump.
Dump da da dump dump,
Doo doo!
Thanks lots for the inspiration.
I have no more constipation.
--Hannah the Barbarian.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuPx_oha4fQ
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 12:58am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:01am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:08am PT
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Bret Harte used to publish in the Sonora Union Democrat under the nom de name Grapeheart McNutt. They let him go cuz they had too many issues with him.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:27am PT
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I'm going out to Bagby tomorrow. I better be ready. I'm half in the bag now! Bye!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:38am PT
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It's Friday Night Boxing for the Heavyweight Championship of the World.
St. Louis vs. Louisville.
Spink Doc vs. the Greatest.
My jaw! It dropped so hard when Ali got decisioned that I thought I'd gotten my bell rung.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
In February 1978, Ali faced Leon Spinks, who had a 6--0--1 record going into their first fight at the Superdome in New Orleans, and lost the title by unanimous decision. Ali later won against Spinks by unanimous decision in their rematch eight months later, making him the first heavyweight champion to win the belt three times. Following this win, on July 27, 1979, Ali announced his retirement from boxing. His retirement was short-lived, however, after Ali announced his comeback to face Larry Holmes for the WBA belt in an attempt to win the heavyweight championship an unprecedented fourth time. It was around this time that Ali started struggling with vocal stutters and trembling hands.[27] Ali's rapid decline caused concern and Ali checked himself into the Mayo Clinic for checkup, later declaring him fit to fight. Ali fought against Holmes on October 2, 1980 in Las Vegas with Holmes easily dominating the weakened Ali, who had taken thyroid medication to lose weight though the medication left him visibly tired and short of breath. Ali's trainer Angelo Dundee stopped the fight in the eleventh round, citing the only Ali fight in which the boxer lost by knockout.
I have two cents and this is all.
Ali could have won this had he not covered up so much in R3. Just after I had been thinking this for the last two minutes till the bell ending the round, the broadcast announcer said basically the same thing, that he would not win if he did not throw more punches.
"R-3."
"Ringo!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 02:16am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Byrd, Terry, Keels, jBrown?
'sfunky!
I have just enuf fingers.
Okey, one, two, three, fo', the drummer!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 02:46am PT
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That's eerie.
No, that's Del Paso Creek where the obvious tree line runs behind our back fence.
"Subdivide and conquer."--Fifties fallacy, but Watt's a Boomer to do?
Move a third of a mile from Watt Avenue, thus ensuring the car pool's integrity. One third of a mile in two minutes on my bike going to school each morning. BELIEVE IT! I was practicing for a bicycling merit badge. Traffic safety crossing guard. Altar boy. Fishing over on the American. Runs to the Castaic Mkt., or Stop 'n' Shop. Bermingham kids had to be Mobile.
I think we just did that one.
And Travelin' Man, On the Road Again by the Canneda Heht, and maybe I ought to forget it...
Let's go fishing instead.
[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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Sep 14, 2013 - 03:38am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Sometimes it's a burden being young.
Later on, it's a Burdon being young.
I find Young to be no burden.
Neither man can be replaced.
I don't remember everything.
But the sun sets out west for every one of us.
Catch and release me, Lord.
And keep your big hands damp, please.
[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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Sep 14, 2013 - 03:39am PT
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Water. The source of wine, probably the source of the Yellow Knight's courage at the bridge.
"All right, we'll call it a draw."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 12:27pm PT
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I'm Having All the Excitement I Can Stand
I punched in at nine,
weigh 179
and have led 5.9
many a time,
and still like to climb,
but that’s not often.
I’m here early today.
And it’s Saturday.
I should be gone away
to yosemitay
were I not wriing,
But instead
I’m sitting bad-rhyming,
jerking off about climbing,
and typing the day away.
Without pay
But then
If I were out climbing
I might be wishing
I were fishing,
my wet feet squishing,
with a great-big large trout
in my creel.
I’d feel
very much better
if my feet were a bit wetter
not penning this letter
but that might could be
way far too real.
If I
were that diving duck
I wouldn’t give a f*#k
I wouldn’t spend a buck
trying to be someone
I’m not.
But if
I couldn’t climb
And had just to sit here and rhyme
I would surely find time
to think about forty-nine
different ways to die.
And then
I would pick
the one likeliest to click
take hold of my stick
and kiss my old ass
goodbye.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 12:49pm PT
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The Bishopric Tales
There once was a bishop named Urban
What he did to his flock was disturbin’
He buggered the boys
But they made too much noise
He traded his miter for a turban.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:59pm PT
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Brody (Urban Dictionary):
Verb*
To cause a vehicle to drift in circles by causing the tires to break loose(lose traction), works extremely well on a snow covered empty parking lot. Can be accomplished with a rear wheel drive car going forward or a front wheel drive car in reverse. Old Skool term.
* Re 'verb.'
Imagine,if you can and are old enough, a set of re-verb speakers behind the back seats on the window ledge and a real reel-to-reel tape deck mounted on the dash, slow-cruising down the road to the Cookie from Foresta in a blue and white 1957 Chevy Sport Coupe, the windows rolled down, and listening to Jan and Dean or Dick Dale, and, knowing absolutely nothing about climbing other than rapping, you cruise blithely by the Vendetta and the Cleft and the Enigma and go swimming at the Cascades instead: it could be worse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=boglqJRecOk
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 02:46pm PT
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Something to think about, zEinstein.
Time and distance/distant times.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 14, 2013 - 04:01pm PT
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KLSD-AM
http://www.xtrasports1360.com
Owner: Clear Channel Communications
9660 Granite Ridge Drive, Suite 100
San Diego, CA 92123
(858) 292-2000 / Fax (858) 715-3379
Program Director: Brian Wilson / bwilson@clearchannel.com
Promotions Director: Sherry Toennies / sherrytoennies@clearchannel.com
Heavy emphasis on climbing ice on acid. Don't frostbite your Toennies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 01:40am PT
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Brrrr...vBruce....reverrrrrbbbb vbruuuuce...
With yer no-post windows rolled down and loud cheering coming from yer radio.
Electricity.
Without water where would it be?
Eeeeeeeeee-lec-tri-ci-tyyy.
But what about after that? I said,
So what about after that?
Spectacular day today even if
Metallica came with...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 02:28am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Not the Real McCoy
Mariposa’s not West Virginny, O!
Although it really seems to want to be,
Unfortunately-y-y...
It lacks the right orogeny
It still has a ways to go-o-o!
A Visit to Hatfield S.R.A.
On the banks of the old Merced
Way downstream from there
The wheat men were heard to have said,
"Get these miner out of our hair."
Farming and mining
Like singing and miming
Don't go together
"Frack that sh#t and spread it on the crops."
--Mary Poser, in her cups one night at the Magnolia Saloon, opining on the history between the counties of Merced & Mariposa
In the words of Mr. Natural, "It don't mean sh#t."
In the long run, nobody will be here to remember.
Only the hills; and their memories are short, but compared to what is that into which I'd best not go.
Like Fresno.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 15, 2013 - 02:18pm PT
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After watching Eric above, I'm wondering if he should maybe pick up the Wild Animals for his backup like Dick Dale used to do.
Might give him an energy boost, though maybe he prefers Ensure.
In any event, he sang about being young when he was, so keeping like things grouped with likes, shouldn't he be singing about that Old Man River?
You don't find Aretha still demanding Respect now do you?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Phantom X
Trad climber
Honeycomb Hideout
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Sep 15, 2013 - 02:37pm PT
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Has anyone seen Mama Cass?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 02:55pm PT
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Word for the day could be vituperation, or in Mexican, vituperio, or in Canadian, bitterness and abusiveness in expressing oneself.
I'm just bummed not to be out in the hills, still. We had such a good time and BOTH of us appreciated the break, especially because we were armed!
But hardly dangerous. C'mon, you know me...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 03:17pm PT
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We shot at no Byrds, either.
And it's not legal to shoot within 500' of utility poles, according to Geo LaF. Cuz bad sh#t happens when we do.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 15, 2013 - 04:11pm PT
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phantom x
Why? Is she missing?
If so, did she have any metalon her person, like an ax?
mfm
Have you ever considered teaming up with Mary Tyler Moore to become
mfmmtm? (I believe Dick VD is still missing, so he's not gonna mind).
As we used to say down in Lucky Towne - LSMFT.
Has anyone seen Diana, Coleen, Cindy or Jo-Ann?
Why didn't anyone see firing away from the perch he worked diligently to get up to? Illegal maybe?
Can a photonic relationship with ants and mosquitos be lasting.
Probably, until death do us a part.
[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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Sep 15, 2013 - 07:07pm PT
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"It was always Dennis who was the manliest among us."--from the interview
"Who is Millis?"--Steve Grossman
And the real reason we were on the road yesterday, Old Man Merced.My curiosity has been satisfied about the drought conditions. Well, you can see for yourselves how low Lake McClure has become.
There is more than one reason behind the massive demonstration of demolition being displayed by the damned Rim Fire, but this is a primary one: lack of moisture in the area in general.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 07:18pm PT
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Some places in Mariposa you need a Jumpin' Willys in four-wheel drive.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 07:55pm PT
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I did the shimmy shimmy
Then I did the twist
Now I do the swim
And you spell it like this
S-W-I-M
Come on, baby, take a chance
Losers drown and winners dance
We're doing the S-W-I-M, whoa
--Bobby Freeman, 1964
Hopsquatch alert!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 07:59pm PT
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If you're vewwy, vewwy stiw and quiet, you can heah the wippwing water wolling down MY WEG!!!"
Pillars of society. Notice the cruddy dried mud on this one?
Sowwy, campers. It's weawy spiders' webs.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 08:51pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 09:38pm PT
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Like Merced? "It all ended here."--new (temporary) slogan for Bagby Boosters
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 15, 2013 - 10:17pm PT
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Aren't there serpents in the Merced River?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 10:19pm PT
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Hard Rock Mine rock.
This is not a joke.
Low-brow, high-brow, we all enjoy a Lowenbrau.
And some enjoy a class of climbing called Second Class.
The "Unroped Ascent" of the northern-facing Bagby Parking Lot.
It is a direttissima under ideal conditions.
It's coming, it's coming. I need to eat.
Join me? Wiley made this.
The utensils are clean.
We have no fish, since we snatch and release hereabouts. Mostly.
In answer two of your question about serps, I assert that not a single ssserpent has dared to cross the path of Mus musc. since I have begun my roundabout tours. No Roctalus, no non-venomousesss nasties, neither.
Here's my so-called "Secret."
It's just like Zog's, it's not for everyone.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 15, 2013 - 11:03pm PT
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Jason Strohmenger, an employee with the California Department of Fish and Game, takes a California king snake out from beneath a boulder the department was moving next to the San Joaquin River near Gustine Tuesday morning. The snake was moved by Strohmenger to a safer place where the water wouldn’t drown it. MARCI STENBERG — Merced Sun-Star
I wonder if that snake ended up in the Merced River? And where did the boulder end up, Colorado?
Uh-oh. The Turlock/Merced/Gustine Triangle, snakes, Kings, drownings, Jason (where were the Argonauts?).
I wonder too, if Mr. Strohmeyer might have moved that snake to safer place where it would not be drowned in boiling fat instead. The so-called California King fry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2013 - 11:18pm PT
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"Marci gets all the good shots. She's a pro, but I know mo' 'bout snakes and reaction time than she knows about sh-shutter speed. Be-itch."--Ms. Melonsulker
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 05:02am PT
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Day Trip to Camp Katie Perry.
The LIFE magazine with Gary Cooper's photo on the cover had this preparedness for war feature.Amid all the strife surrounding automatics and semi-automatics and all the grief and groaning over Syria, most people still go about all their lives with little or no exposure to the smell of burnt gunpowder.[Click to View YouTube Video]
This is a shame and a pity but they should have grown up in the city, learnin' 'bout country ways...
"Sweet Martha Lorraine...
She's the one who give us all those magical things...
One of the angel band...with the power to become a man..."--Country Joe
And back in your grampa's day, there was no shortage of brass, though the production of bras suffered some in the war to end democracy.
One thing never changes, though, and that would be the fact that you need to squint one eye to shoot. Some of us can't hold down the right eye or the right job, either.
No one told Annie Oakley that she shot like a girl.
But the question is, "Why should they tell anyone that?"
It's stupid.
A mouse on a wire.
[Click to View YouTube Video]That crawlin' king snake might be thinkin' how he hates muddy waters.
He might could be thinkin' LIKE Mucky Waters, the "Serpent of the Blues," that he don't want to go back to Cali.
"Go back? What I want to go back fo'?"
Colorado does its level best to send its boulders down to Mexico.
Bussing our boulders to out-of-state sites is stupid, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 05:56am PT
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When drying yer boots, put them outdoors. If not possible, put them in the bathroom and turn on the ventilator fan! I had to do this.
It's like spending the night in a tent when it's raining, otherwise.
Word for the day: redolent.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 08:31am PT
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More on ballistics using found objects to demonstrate physics.
Replaced in situ.
Hauled out.
Left to rot.
Replaced, but further away from the water. No idea what this is or if it's even authentically Bagby junk. Some old boy might have dropped it off the bridge one hot dusty day.
Spike number one, away!
The object is in the upper left quadrant of the target rock.
Splashdown, number two object!
No witnesses to our madness. Just STFU, and the RR won't find out I have a stash of spikes to sell at FACELIFT to the tourons. It's apparently fine-able and prosecutable to take their iron from their tracks. They manage to leave a lot of iron behind (for ballast, maybe, or don't care, likely) when they replace ties.
Droppin' sh#t from great heights, like peeing from great heights on your enemies or trundling boulders, is stimulating and not a readily-available experience.
Things go down hills naturally, and not up them. We unbalance nature by climbing, but what goes up must come down, so it don't mean sh#t what we do IN THE LONG RUN.
But some folks get panty-twist just thinking about litter and sleds and dead bodies. Just toss 'em down the slope and hope for the best rest possible, I say.
"Why spend time here when I could be climbing?" you purists might ask.
I don't know the answer to that. You'll have to work it out by yourself.
Or read on. Maybe you'll learn something.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 08:31am PT
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As for MYSELF, I did a climb when I was there, so the point is moot as far as it concerns me.
I'll show you.
It was Class Two, not second class, mate, if you don't know the nomenclature.
You need good shoes for the terrain. This was mixed riverbed and foxtail field and choss slope. But I sent it with no trouble, mostly due to proper footwear from La Sportiva.
Very nice route and direct, too. I have an idea it's been repeated often in drought conditions. Otherwise it's covered by the lake water, duh.
The string of orange floats looks like a serpent. Ooooh! I'm so scared!
Nearly a third of the way already!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 09:22am PT
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I'm wearing my St. Chris, too, so no problem here, just a bit of a thrill!
A snake is hardly an obstacle, let alone a silly line in the dirt.
Frankly, I was having more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
A barrel of monkeys floated down the Merced.
One of the crew was heard to have said,
"Something's not right and we may meet our fate--
That's Merced Falls up ahead--stop going straight!
This is easier with ski poles, but that's like using chalk on a Class 5 route under my personal code of Class 2 rednecky ethics.
"Oh, mamma! Does this really have to end?"--Thx, Bob.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 16, 2013 - 01:19pm PT
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Somewhere back upstream (or are we still rolling on the river), I was about to say "that nails it", but I guess I would have been wrong.
Jesus was nailed, but you don't see many folks wearing spikes around their necks. Just an innocent observation. WE know from history that there were 13 Innocent Popes, as to the rest, you be the judge (good name for a TV show, eh?).
If your're looking for towers to climb I have the locator just for you. This isn't new here, since it has been shared with the Mr. Greene searchers, but it is a different slice.
http://www.antennasearch.com/sitestart.asp?sourcepagename=reportviewer2&prevsessionidnum=525400415&prevordernum=
1&previtemnum=1§ionname=txreview&pagename=txreview&pagenum=
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You are most welcome.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 01:35pm PT
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I can hear you, man, but I'm not hearing you, dig?
It's a hole in my shoe.
And I can't get me none.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
A little water in your shoe, hah!
Oh, the water--Oh, the water--It's gettin' in me Vans!
This water's not rising to the bait.
It worked on the electric Eel, but the Merced's
much more intensely-focused.
It learned from the likes of Warren and Royal and TM and Fossil Climber,
who all have pissed in it at one time or another, betcha.
"The river's alive to and aware of most ever'thang in it!"
--Judge Dredge Judy, JP of Sodajerk, out in the desert eastwards of Mono
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2013 - 01:55pm PT
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It wasn't as heavy as granite, being choss,
but it trundled down off the other side of the road pretty far.
I was aiming at George but missed.
then I had to come back down.
Aw, nuts!
Hah! Peace on you, Mouse!
A precipeace with a token safety guard. Hah!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 16, 2013 - 08:11pm PT
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I'm sure glad you didn't fall ... er ... didn't get hurt when you fell down.
That helmet looks a little weak. Maybe consider one of these. It also keeps the knats off yo'ass without even using the laser sword.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2013 - 01:04am PT
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We have learned that Gypsy Flores went to the GSM Elk Preserve and was SOOOO impressed that she went out and bought one of these.
It wasn't a '71, though.
:)
Like!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2013 - 01:29am PT
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Does the typical Water Moccassssin get good reception with a hole in it?
I think not, and here's why.
It would likely be dead.
They cannot be re-charged, either, like a wireless home phone.
Elliot? Can you hear me now?
Cass, are you out there?
How's the unbearable lightness?
Do they have mumus in cow heaven? pastures of plenty? barns and silo books/starbucks? moons/mewns? quarter horse jokes?
http://cheezburger.com/6571114240
Mojo eatin'.[Click to View YouTube Video]Dad, what's the green for?
Mojo, kid, mojo.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Try a little less negrotiation, Mr. Obama, and use more mojo. Try it. You'll like it.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Sep 17, 2013 - 11:27am PT
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Mouse
I guess a pair of the blue La Sportiva Futura shoes will be the next climbing shoes I buy and try. A Norwegian climber "The Schoolmaster" cooperated with La Sportiva during the development of the first generation of shoes having similar properties - the "Mirage".
I'm glad the fall didn't affect neither your tongue, nor your head, nor your fingers. The arm seems to be no big business, but be careful about the hips. If not, they can make a lot of trouble when you grow older.
Flaming tongue
[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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Sep 17, 2013 - 01:32pm PT
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Fingerses, check.
Interpretively Artur Schnabel was respected for his profound musical insights and the strengths of his edition of the 32 Beethoven Sonatas.
In his day, most other top pianists admired Artur Schnabel greatly,
but could not resist a bit of teasing on the side.
The classic joke:
"Did you hear that Schnabel was rejected by the Army."
"I hadn't heard--why?"
"No fingers."
They used to say the same thing about the Oakland Arthritics' pitching staff, especially when Rollie rolled out to Sammy Eggo in '76 (independent cuss).
You're welcome to our relief anyday, zBrown.
Jaws and tongue, check.
Just nine days after he got married to his high school sweetheart and the Upland High School team statistician (Jill), on minor league opening day 1967 in Birmingham (with the Birmingham A's), a ball hit Fingers in the face, breaking his cheekbone, jaw, and knocking out some teeth. His jaw was wired shut for five weeks and when he returned he jumped every time the ball was hit; it took him about half the remaining season to get used to being on the mound again.
Mousetache, check.
Hip, a bit sore, but will be fine by Facelift, I'm pretty hopeful.
I fell on choss today, Oh Boy,
I was not wearing the right kind of shoes
And though George just stood and laughed,
HE GOT THE PHOTOGRAPH!
Oh how that turned me ooooon...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2013 - 02:36pm PT
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For those not in the know,
mojo in Flames argot means Watermelon, man.
Therefo', one must assume mass quantities of mojo are present in Ms. Melanie, and you would be correct.
Mojo helps the car go.
When we have mojo we can ride low.
We are driving or we are cargo.
One Dream One Night
We were cruising down the Main Drag,
Like all good car clubs do.
"Hey say there!" rang out from the curb,
Came right out of the blue,
There STood neebee in the flesh
Alive as me or you.
There, too, STood Weej, all tidied up,
"hey we're both feelin' dead this day.
we've run right out of beer and paint
and need some help, otay?"
What could we do? Jeff hit reverb,
He changed the eight-track, too.
And in a second we were back in time:
Nineteen seventy-two!
But when I saw my beard was gray
I thought, "Return when we started from."
So I struck out from old drive-though 4,
Hitching with my thumb.
I got to where you see me now
But I'm not really here.
I'm stuck, poor me, don't know how long
In some far-distant year!
When dreaming dreams in stereo,
We need to be alert.
Time slips away and steals those dreams,
And buries you in dirt.
That said, I hope everything's going O-tay today.
Jaqueline Tey, writer
In 2012, Peter Hitchens wrote that, "Josephine Tey’s clarity of mind, and her loathing of fakes and of propaganda, are like pure, cold spring water in a weary land", and "what she loves above all is to show that things are very often not what they seem to be, that we are too easily fooled, that ready acceptance of conventional wisdom is not just dangerous, but a result of laziness, incuriosity and of a resistance to reason".--Wiki
[Click to View YouTube Video]It is good to be the king, now more than ever, since there are so damned few of them!
But there are down sides to royalty, natch. Too numerous to mention, really.
The negativity of being royal makes for some outstanding DRIVEL. Shakespeare knew. Malory knew.
Mouse knows. This is my contribution to the next Bad Fiction Night at Coffee Bandits.
As If It Weren't Enough To Have a Bent Back: Richard III's Terrible Horrible Stupid Morning
"I lost my damned Orb, Higgins! Did you put it someplace besides the cupboard?"
"No, Sire, it was there the last time I looked."
"Well, let's look again, shall we? Ah! There it is, you lout!"
"Oh, that old thing, our majesty? That's not an orb, that's a be-not. It does resemble an orb, though, doesn't it?"
"Which is it, pin-brain? An orb or be-not? And why call it a be-not or not-be or what you will?"
"You must look at it from the orb's point of view, sire. It must think that it is better to be an orb than a be-not, but especially so when it is nullification of existence that is in question."
"Then you are saying it's better to be an orb than a not-be?"
"Ye-e-es, I suppose so. That is, I think that would be my answer."
"To be an orb or to be a not-be. That's the question?"
"You're the king, sire. These are not my decisions to make."
"God's blood, you sound like Bermingham! He's no spine himself, so he throws more weight on my poor frame, the driveling dolt! Well, I'll take it under advisement and decide later. I believe it's Tey time. I'm getting a bit out of sorts with that nosy woman. Hmmm...To live or not to live..."
"If you'll allow me, our majesty, I can arrange a little something."
"Higgins, if I thought it would have done much good for me, I'd likely have done away with her, long ago. It's very nice of you to offer, though. You will reap reward from me more than you imagine for your loyalty. (Heh-heh.)"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2013 - 04:54pm PT
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Ain't had but one nibble a half-hour back.
He looked like he was thinkin', "I wonder about the other side of the bridge. There's no action here."
So we told the dude, yep, you best try before it turns darker.
So he tried snagging this brute.Lots of luck involved. Keep trying. You never know.
And that was the day that was.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2013 - 05:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2013 - 10:25pm PT
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Todd Freaks Again
One of many;
One of us.
Weird old bozos
On this bus.
As always, Robbins is in charge.
The Player/Pasadena Police--Lyell and Whoopsie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbibD_hQCaI
1 o' us
1 o" us
1 o' us
1 o' us
1 o' us
1 o' us
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 17, 2013 - 11:03pm PT
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Aaah, the good old days. Shoeless Joe got nuthin' on me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 17, 2013 - 11:05pm PT
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I read the news today, Oh boy - All my life, I been awaitin'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2013 - 01:00am PT
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Ah, the good old days.
Flies and mud and streets choked with dung.
Wool clothing and frickin' fleas
Back when the West was still wild and awful...
but young.
Hotel Tioga: This five-storey U-shaped building (Ah, MCR) located on the NW corner of Main/N St. was erected in 1928 especially for Yosemite-bound traffic. A well-known Merced landmark, the entire third floor of the north tower is troll and hobbit country.
Both OLM church and Central Presbeterian show in many of my photos taken from the fifth floor of the Tioga, which is no longer new, to say the least.
Our Lady of Mercy was our family'c church, where I played mass and Boomer sang tenor. (I was an acolyte, he was a tenor in the choir.)
I spent one early morning in this bastille talking to the sherrif, who was one of the ushers in the church. Mark Pazin, our current County Sheffif and maybe our future governor, is an usher, as well as a husher-upper.
Excepting the last shot, I photographed these all out of this book from the Merced County Historical Society.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 18, 2013 - 10:40am PT
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gremmie, Gidget, hodad, hang {ten five}, closeout, wipeout, kickout, pearl, stoke, drop in, over the falls, gnarly, line up, clean up, goofy-foot, frontside, backside
illustrating which two inconographic terms (technically four)
equal time*
* I receive no special favors from Kristy, nor Cat
The other "da bull", Ted Turner needs to clean this one up (obligatory drivel - at 1:06 is the opening shot for Hawaii 5-0.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2013 - 11:14am PT
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When people dive their noses under a wave on the paddle out
it's a duck dive to get through the wave. A pearl is diving
the nose of the board underwater while catching the wave thus
ruining your ride.
I always assumed it was "purl" as I never actually bothered
to read Surfing or anything about the sport. All I knew was
Beach Boys and jams and huaraches and woodies and L/R breaks.
And face plant and ice plant.
This def. was the basis of my assumption.
Definition of PURL
1: eddy, swirl
2: to make a soft murmuring sound like that of a purling stream
Long may it wave.
Does it hurt to have consensus on flag display from day to day?
What if we all set our timepieces to our own taste? How'd that
go down, flyers of flags?
A long marriage, a short cruise and a happy outcome to the ladies
on the widow's walks and the ones with lights in their windows.
Long may we drivel.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2013 - 11:20am PT
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I am adding a new wrinkle to my wrepertory. Wiggly shitt.
Still reflective, though, of my quirks and garters.
And for Mr. Pike, who has benefitted from our attention in the past, some heavy balls.
I think I am very much more into dross-fit workouts.
Fritz is into choss-fit workouts.
You know P. Pilate's private advice to the condemned, right?
"If the cross fits, learn to wear it. Now where are the soap and water, boy?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2013 - 04:57pm PT
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and chock full o'
An unfortunate glitch, a hole in the shoe, and miscommunication wreaks havoc.Gotcha, 99.6!!
F*#k this drivel. Let's go play "have climb, will travel."
Travel, gravel, drivel.
Marlow, tell us another story?
Pretty please?
With sugar on it?
Footies, here I come.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2013 - 06:38pm PT
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neebee,
hey look here
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Harpo-Marx/476364640243
y aqui
http://loshermanosmarx.blogspot.com/2007/04/tienda-de-locos.html
The neebs posted up on FB:
wow, the actors that we find in these old theatre shows in reference to
and that's the turth!
Like all good n00bs do, she nailed it one more time.
No, the eponymouse ridge is not named for Sgt. Schultz, nor is Mt. Banner named for the actor, to forestall the inevitable questions, thereby saving more bandwidth.
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eKat, I'm sorry, so sorry, we are dogs worrying last week's bone, here.
:-)
Thanks for your good offices, cheerful demeanor in all ways, and
all the haiku.
cheerful to the last
the lass has the very best
of the greatest hearts
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2013 - 07:19pm PT
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Und now beck to zee cinema.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Danke, frau neebee.
Silent Panic is a swell title for a climbing tale, BTW.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 18, 2013 - 11:11pm PT
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hey there say, YES! MOUSE... a harpo in a serious role...
on a roll... ;)
he did excellent and it touched my heart... it was 'ahead of its time'...
(so to speak)... i could NOT find the movie clip :(
and then, suddenly just the very day that my childhood friend send me a small token of PRE birthday money, i FOUND IT ONLINE at a old-tv-type dvd place... took the chance to order and it came BEFORE my birthday...
and thus, for my three day open house, when i turned 60:
day one:
friends from the old neighborhood came, about 4...
(not counting my 2 grandkids that spent the night)...
day two: friend of my grandkids mom, very gal that came to this
house when i turned 50, though did not live here, as the grandkids
then, lived here, and i just came over for visiting and babysitting, and
of course, my birthday... (and a new garden friend, came too)
day three:
no one came, but, had some great phone calls, and:
harper marx was here, in THAT FILM, CLIP, and the good lord god,
as well, and we had a nice special time and cry, over
such a simple, yet, powerful show-case about:
one lone man conquering a HUGE mountain wall, and getting
a new friend through it all, as well... :)
thank you DEAR MOUSE... you know how to 'give good sweet flowers'
from many a garden
:)
edit:
as to a climbing route title for sure, :O
(i always like the climber handle, ontheedgeandscaredtodeath or
something like that... HIS name, would match the route, in
a good way, :O
say, ontheedge~~~ hope you did not mind me MENTIONING you here, ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 19, 2013 - 01:55am PT
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whatcanyousaywhenyouliveinsanfranciscoandtheedgeofthecontinentbutthat?
"Whoa?"
orstandtherelettingfliesinyourmouth?
"See your kids and raise you my grandkids."--MFM in the Gambler in the Rambler, part two of a dream in three parts
TR W/0 too much of jibber-jabber. 1 pic, etc.
Shhh...
I feel like playin' Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs' version of Sam Joaquin Blast Furnace Blues. But it's in my own head, not yours.
Hidey-toed Heidi. You should burn to dance.
Liz was so glad to get out. She let me get in her pants@woolybully.com
See ya and a pair of nieces!
Here is where, Fletcher, you better betcher bottom diaper.
The actual Mt. Merced, north, er South Peak, silhouette of the SW arete.
No offense is intended. We'll just lay here.[Click to View YouTube Video]
In Waite.
No Waite-ing.
It's Roy.
The Son of Orb/Pretty Black and White Woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PLq0_7k1jk
"Look my way."
"Look at me."
"Good lookin', see here..."
"I am, believe me!"
"There it is."
"Is this where it begins?"
"It might could be where it starts. What's your name?"
"Eve."
The end.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 19, 2013 - 02:05am PT
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Wait!
Waite!
Weight!
This is for My Lo-o-o-ove...Mi corazon, Mamma Liz.
Made of....
Can't be sold.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Baby...nice havin' this time together.
Thank you for everything, Jimi.
James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix
(born Johnny Allen Hendrix)
November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970
c u pink
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 19, 2013 - 02:41am PT
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Dank.
I mean takk.
Rebuttal to the doper.
Carlow Marlow.
Mellow fellow.
Marlow's Marley's ghost writer in disguise.More merlot, Marlow.
That is Phil Marlow's bridge.
Two no Trump.
Whoops. Wrong game.
I see your nieces and raise two nieces from my first marriage, their kids and their pets.
Ding Dong.
Who's there?
Jacob.
Jacob who?
Jacob Marlow. Is Dave home?
Turns out, Dave WAS there. But I wasn't.
Jimi was there. And possibly Mama Liz. I won't/can't/both confirm or deny her presence.
Cronkite and Drinkwater are likewise history, so they could not be there.
zBob, Bob Dylan, Billy Bob Thornton, Billy Goat Grrrrough, Bill the Cat,
Bill Ding and his brothersand myself, we couldn't make it. Grampa Bill B. is a no-show fo' sho'.
In short-speak, I was not there.Who knew?These are all from today, er yesterday.
Bill Ding's kids' school set this up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 19, 2013 - 04:45am PT
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Don't go the obvious route and throw up some lame horse joke, don't mention anything, just post the pix and leave, is what I was thinking. But that's a horse of a different color than we like on a manly/family thread.
This was a nice trail I tooken today. Yesterday.
Who, normally a good question.
Bloody mosquitoes. A close encounter with a ssserpent. Teary-eyed romance.
Who else?
Blood Sweat & Tears/House in the Country
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeLwvEwXk0c
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2013 - 08:12am PT
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Crane Valley dammed. Bass Lake formed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 20, 2013 - 10:48am PT
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Got it all paved by 2008.
Though some of it started to break down rather quickly.
What about Bunny Lake, you ask?
I remember the rock slide being longer, but that goes to show you what good memory is.
[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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Sep 20, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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Very "Green Lagoon," zBrown. They should talk to that last "slider." He may have some idea of where Bunny Lake might be found. He found Bass Lake, after all.
Did "Chums" come along after this video or before?
And where are the pads and helmets?
That slide is a death waiting to happen.
What tat? I see no tat. Tatters, but no tat.
"I started out on red ants, see. But soon I switched to harder stuff."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2013 - 01:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2013 - 02:15pm PT
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"We've just written it for you, the very first time we've played it...KEITH!"
[Click to View YouTube Video]The Mouse was there, along with two more Flames, the Rev and Jokes. Two words, Marlow...Ha-ha! Hash-ish!
Beat that for Am-Culti. We have multi-culti in use now, thanks to PC and in FAIRNESS TO EVERYONE, even if they are a borderline half-wit normal kid.
Get some Norwegian/American/Great British cross-over goin' on, so we can get our own sh#t on.
English blood runs hot.
zBrown sugar is not from England, nor New England.
But it's been tempered by the chilis of Nuevo Chula Vista, the Big Whatever.Are they cockatrice eggs? Are they just Brown balls? They are definitely not orbs.
White poetato, brown botato, whatever the f*#k you are,
I'd like to take you guys home with me and pickle you in a jar.
Ask the Dun Crow. He may know.
I got words that jingle-jangle-jingle
Some I found washed up on the shingle
I know---I should have thrown some back.
"How now, Dun Cow? Are you done? Cud we gotta close."--Bookstore Emp.
The Book of the Dun Cow.
Author: Richard Wangerin.
A Ward Winner.
A children's fantasy, no less.
Three faces from the elevator this morning.
Elevating my spirit in three storeys or less.
Yes, I was out early, before the birds awoke.
There's no point in going far to watch the pre-dawn.
There's lots happening early in town of a peaceful and un-freeway-like nature that occurs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 20, 2013 - 05:27pm PT
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Are you in Kentucky? That looks like a cat looking at and a dog wondering "where it's at" the Blue Moon of Kentucky.
I went down that slide, I wonder if I have a lawsuit in the making. Mhy brain after all has beewn driveling ever since.
On the brighter side, took my mom on a pleasure cruise around the lake in one of those boats with the fringe on top and showed her the back side of Half Dome. She didn't enjoy it due to shortness of breath brought on by the COPD she was so graciously provided by the American Tobacco Industy (or as we call it, the fukin' ATI). Being a long-time admirer, she did inquire as to whether one of those specs on the rock was Herr Braun.
The only, and true, answer was "I cannot tell from here".
Will there ever be?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2013 - 09:59pm PT
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It's so awesome that you should play that song.
What inspired you?
I'm betting red, white, or blue.
BOOOOOK!!!!
BoooooK.....Boooook.....boooook....boooook.....booooo, etc.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2013 - 10:38pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 20, 2013 - 10:49pm PT
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I really don't know about inspiration. Maybe it was the roses, the roses or the ribbons, or the roses enchiladas, 7-Up's & donuts.
Maybe it was Ascot Raceway.
J.C. Agajanian hissownself. He is not the lookee, but rather the looker though in some sense I guess they're all lookers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2013 - 11:24pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]It's a vibe.
Call it the sink. It's the end of irrigation season and the ditch along Bear Creek is as slow-flowing as it will get.
The ditch lies downwind from Walmart, BN, and a large shopping complex.This concludes our braodcast, except for a small detail.It's Throwpie and Family's neighborhood plunge.
This day is done.
As they say in German, that colorful language,
"Facelift beträgt vier Tage weg. Fahren Sie sicher."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2013 - 10:54am PT
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The smoke cloud from Bear Valley, 9/14. Above Bear Valley on the hillside, their name.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Sep 21, 2013 - 05:04pm PT
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Wow Dramatic, almost tragic Harpo! Thanks for that it was so cool!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Sep 21, 2013 - 05:44pm PT
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Carlow
"The name Carlow is an anglicization of the Irish language name Ceatharlach. Historically, it was anglicized as Caherlagh, Caterlagh and Catherlagh, which are closer to the Irish spelling. According to logainm.ie, the first part of the name derives from the Old Irish word cethrae ("animals, cattle, herds, flocks"), which is related to ceathar ("four") and therefore signified "four-legged". The second part of the name is the ending -lach.
Some, such as Deirdre Flanagan, believe that the name should be Ceatharloch (meaning "quadruple lake"), since ceathar means "four" and loch means "lake"."
Carlow Rally 2013
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Low car
Dust Devil
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Follow Me Up To Carlow
Planxty
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Paddy Reilly
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Paddy Reilly & Van Morrison - Will Ya Go Lassie Go?
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Marlow
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2013 - 07:15pm PT
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Gracias, fer sure.
Did some checking and there seems to be a lack of
climbing round the county of Carlow.
Seems to be really, really flat.
One thing of interest I did find is this story of
the haunting of the Ducketts.
“…I am come with a message from the Lord.
Thou hast persecuted the Lord’s people,
but His hand is now against thee,
and He will send a blast upon all that thou hast,
and thy name shall rot out of the earth,
and this thy dwelling shall become desolate,
and a habitation for owls and jackdaws.”
http://hollowhill.com/the-duckett-family-curse
It may be that golf is more suitable for the Irish with little
local climbing action. But if it's one place they deride
riding SLOW, however, it is a golf course.
"Golf cart was lowered four inches front and rear, suspension
was reworked for air ride that has an on-board compressor, top
was chopped 4.75 inches, steering column was shortened six inches.
Cart is two stage black cherry, chrome headlights and tail lights,
leather seats, rear flip seat, floor console that has all
electronics push button rocker switches that work lights,
interior neons, engine compartment neons, underbody neons.
Air ride guage has real functioning Hurst shift what works
forward and reverse. Ten-inch chrome wheels on low-profile
tires. Million color programmable remote neons. It's as bad
as you can get one."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 22, 2013 - 12:40am PT
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My nephew raced at Ascot. Photos at 11:00. Sure glad I didn't [ fall ].
Rock Steady
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Sep 22, 2013 - 12:51am PT
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And workin' for sgt Schultz.....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2013 - 12:51am PT
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Jaybro, you tear-jerk...*sigh*
Don't monkey with a gander's digestive vigor!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2013 - 01:02am PT
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I say that because you may disturb some old fart.
"Before I draw nearer that stone, answer me one question.
Did you bring the chalk?"
[Click to View YouTube Video]Scroogy cuts the cheese in front of his housekeeper; then he coughs up;
it manages to clear the air between them.
He then sends out for some goose,
finding some use
for an intelligent boy.
What an intelligent thought...
"If the seeds be defarted from, surely the ends will smell sweeter."
--eBen eZer
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2013 - 03:03am PT
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Prompted by Fletcher, another classic movie: Guns of Navaronne.
Climbing content, the six take over with nitro-glycerin
and do in Gia Scala, which for me at my tender pubescent age was sad, she being a mute.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"The flames are growing up;
but they're still blowing up....shiiiiiiiit!"
But I'm still romanticizing Anna.
WTF, I blame Eric.
The last word: "free."
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Sep 22, 2013 - 03:45am PT
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Barrow River Arts Festival 2013: Samuel Beckett - The George Bernard Shaw Theatre Carlow
3 x Beckett: http://www.visualcarlow.ie/events/info/beckett-x3
Molloy: http://www.visualcarlow.ie/events/info/molloy-samuel-beckett
Saturday, 3 August 2013
10:00-11:20 Panel 6
Aoife Lynch (UCD): ‘Man and the Echo: The Black Hole of Universal Reception in Difference’
Naoya Mori (Kobe Women’s University): ‘Leibniz, Swift and Beckett’
Brenda O’Connell (NUIM): “ ‘…dreadfully un-…’staged bodies”. Beckettian Echoes in Irish Performance Practice and International Experimental Tehatre.
11:20-11:30 Coffee
11:30-12:50 Panel 7
Stephen Stacey (TCD): Translating for Sense: Samuel Beckett’s Writing in English, French and English
Trask Roberts (Univ. of Minnesota): Beckett’s Disregarded Reader
Amanda Dennis (Univ. of California, Berkeley): The Shifting Space of Language: Linguistic Ambivalence in the Post-war Writings
12:50-2:00 Lunch
2:00-3:20 Panel 8
Einat Adar (Charles University): “The Blind Man Made to See: ‘Rough for Theatre I’ and the Irish Philosphical Tradition”.
Peter O’Neill (DCU): “Embodying ‘Being’: Heraclitus and Samuel Beckett”.
Eoghan Smith (Carlow College): ‘An example to us all’?: Beckett, Philosophy and Irish Writing’.
3:20-3:30 Coffee
3:30-5:00 Panel 9
Mary Catanzaro (Independent Scholar): “Some Irish and French Roots of the Pseudocouple: From Tristram Shandy and Bouvard and Pécuchet to Mercier and Camier”.
Scott Eric Hamilton (UCD):
Rodney Sharkey (Qatar Medical Univ): “From Womb to Room to Tomb”: Gestation, Nation and Reputation: Beckett and the ‘States’ of Ireland.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Sep 22, 2013 - 03:50am PT
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German teacher wrote 'anarchy' on door of house
"A local German teacher who wrote the word anarchy on the door of a house as he was walking home appeared before Carlow District Court last week.
Alan Holland of 6 Tyndal Court, Carlow was charged with carrying out a defacement by writing on a structure and with being intoxicated to such an extent as to be a danger to himself and others at Burrin Street on March 24, 2002.
Garda Joe O'Regan said that he was on patrol when he saw the defendant kneeling at the door of a house. As he approached, he saw that Holland had written on the door. 'He was slightly intoxicated and I arrested him,' Garda O'Regan stated.
'Did you know the people who lived there,' Judge Mary Martin asked the defendant. 'I didn't,' he admitted as he revealed that he used chalk to write on the door.
Defending solicitor Ann-Maire Blake said that her client, who works in the local VEC, had been out for three pints on a Saturday night and had written, in German, the word 'anarchy' on the door. 'It was a moment of impulse,' she said.
Judge Mary Martin remanded the defendant on continuing bail until June 26, 2002 and ordered him to complete an alcohol awareness programme and pay 500 to St. Catherine's Social Services in Carlow."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2013 - 09:08am PT
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On the island of Mallorca, it hardly ever rains.
One year a fellow went there and went to some great pains
To write an opus on Roman times that since has passed the test
Of what it takes to be a winning mini-series on the PBS.
Rob't. Graves took one frantic year to write I, Claudius.
He only wrote on rainy days, however.
He considered it more of a challenge.
Only diddling ya, there...
'Despite their critical and monetary success, Graves later
professed a dislike for the books and their popularity,
according to some. He claimed that they were written only from
financial need on a strict deadline. Nonetheless,
they are today regarded as pioneering masterpieces of historical fiction.'
All I know is it was an exotic read and I'd just finished it
when the PBS started broadcasting the mini-series.
Carlow,
I liked that bit about the teacher being ironic. He didn't even know the owners of that house. That's mini-anarchy, I think.
It is a federal rap in the US now, what with Homeland Suckurity and sh#t blowing up all over the world.
Next installment: Blow-Up
I don't know yet that on which we shall be focusing, but it will be on something Off Topic, you betcha!
"Conempomericana." (See also "Contempomexicana.")
http://www.amazon.com/The-Real-State-America-Atlas/dp/0143119354/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_y
From the Pict living in a cave with small furry critters to the big-wall soloist, both hermit types, a great gift for any Animal lovers.
"And gnomes like it, too."--Hudon the Hoody
http://books.google.com/books/about/Don_t_Let_Me_Be_Misunderstood.html?id=J0zyp_XoKq4C
[Click to View YouTube Video]
They had to cruise low & slow since there was a War on and they had a heavy, Burdon the Punk, er gnome, in the trunk.
"Love Old School."
Speaking of anarchy, will the world witness soon an "Irish Spring,"
much as we saw a recent "Arab Spring?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2013 - 11:01am PT
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Gretchen Parlato/Better Than
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPBxVY65XmE
Hooblie's post from the Jazz this yonder Sunday it's a good choice, better by far than let's go ridin' in my car-car.
I had a photo-fix a few minutes ago, going outside to shoot the after-dawn for a change==it's Sunday.
I felt Laval-headed out on the fiery escape from Middle Earth, but by the time I got to the fifth floor I was fine again.
All the same, in all candidness, I'm going back to bed cuz I need my rest for Facelift is just beyond that set of icebergs on the horizon.
In fact, that looks like it next to Monday!
"She blows! Hey say there, she blows!"--queequee in Mob Eye Dichotomy, a Little Tiny Bird Detective Agency novel of the Southwest
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 23, 2013 - 10:30am PT
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The REALITY FOOD CHANNEL.
Home of the solid meal.
My name is Blanche Water. I'm a guy just like you, boys and girls. I just like to cook and wear a pretty apron, though, more than anything.
I know some of you are in love with your tongues, but us overweight people are more concerned with filling up than killing our food budgets.
Simple food and lots of it make for simple pleasures, leaving more time to eat. Here is one which is the basis of either a great lunch or quick dinner.
I'd suggest a regular can of beans for you as a side for this. Or tomato soup.
Wasn't that simple? I'm enjoying another Cafe Bustelos cappuchino right now! Twenty cents a serving compared to God-know-what at Starbutt's.
*belch*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 23, 2013 - 10:38am PT
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I forgot what I was going to post here. I have to make some regular coffee. Right back after a
"word from our sponsor."
"BLOOM where you are planted."--Berkeley Breathed
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 23, 2013 - 12:21pm PT
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Fresno to Oslo.
Miles = 5201.3
Kilometers = 8374.1
Bloomers, bloomers, bloomers.
Oh, yeah...
I mentioned food. Then I thought, pop tarts, of which I have none. I do have some Pop Lavals, though. That's where I was thinking of going when I hit that doob (a "dawnbreaker," as Brother Tim calls it).
So food gets top billing this morning.
Zapp’s Park—The Scene Of Many Enjoyable Moments In Fresno’s Past
Top of the morning to all you nice foldks out there.
Most of you are acquainted with the southwest corner of Olive and Blackstone Avenues. I am sure many of you old timers will remember that wonderful recreation area known as Zapp’s Park.
I know that ever so many of you newcomers will be surprised to know that here was located one of the finest amusement parks anyone could ask for, with a large swimming pool, a giant roller coaster, ferris wheel, small zoo, pony carts and dance platform.
In the zoo there were lions and bears, and wild birds of various kinds. There were lunch tables along the lake where families would come and enjoy an evening picnic lunch during the summer. And, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THERE WERE NO ENTRANCE FEES! The only fees charged were those for rides on the merry-go-round, or in the pony carts, the ferris wheel or the roller coaster. Oh, yes there was a small fee for the dancers.
This magnificent park was owned by Mr. and Mrs. John Zapp. Mrs. Zapp was a former circus performer, performing on two beautiful white horses on which she often appeared in parades downtown. Her husband also used to join in these parades, always bringing with him his pet performing bear.
I must tell you of one incident that happened to the family and myself. We were enjoying a family picnic along the shore of the lake one evening when a youngster, who was playing too close to the water, fell in. He went under a couple of times before I had jumped in and pulled him out. We soon pumped the water out of him and he seemed none the worse for this mishap.
Cleaned Clothes
His father, who turned out to be a local tailor, came rushing up to me and, of course, thanked me profusely for saving his son, and offered to clean and press all my clothes for me.
Bye Now, I’ll Be Seeing You.
“Pop”
Fresno Guide, March 5, 1964.
Carlow to Fresno
Miles = 5069.1
Kilometers = 8161.3
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 23, 2013 - 12:41pm PT
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Fresno to San Diego
Miles = 315.5
(We don't need no stinkin' keelomteters--we been Englicized, amigo.)
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Sep 23, 2013 - 01:55pm PT
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Good-bye to All That is a great read.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 23, 2013 - 10:57pm PT
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NO grain in Chula Vista, mostly lemons and celery.
King Harvest has surely come. No Palm tree either, but that's another sotry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 24, 2013 - 12:26am PT
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There are fields at the bottom of the photo in which are the YVRR yards. The Bear Creek Bridge is out of frame at left.
Near the top, Hay 99 veers S. to Chowchilla and what will be Hwy 140 but then was still Burns Ranch Rd. veers left south left.
The Tioga is the tallest building in the center of town, all of eight years old.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 24, 2013 - 08:28am PT
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hey there say, mouse... have not been able to look back at these posts... here... (or pots, on the ol' burner) (as, whne i do not xif my tpying, it comse out pots) :) --however i did fix it, or SOME, to give you the idea, :))
well, that last shot here, wow, that guy SURE DID a great job...
that would be, without all this modern 'new stuff' too, :)
thanks for the nice share...
happy mouse trails... will catch up later this week...
*got a birthday painting that i am doing for my youngest brother,:)
and one for a gal for a her birthday and my self-portrait for that
oct 1st deadline...
the ol' taco is never forgotten, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 24, 2013 - 09:24am PT
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I'm glad to hear from you anytime. This week is Facelift and I'm short of gas. Petrol, in Oslo.
Fletcher called from Fresburg last night.
This picture is for him. He's coming to rescue fair maiden from the tower.
It's all so quixotic making plans with not much dinero.
Gracias, Sir Eric, and watch for windmills, por favor.
neebee, it's a lot of work looking back through here.
There should be an official in command directing traffic rather than quixoticism.
Now THAT was an unplanned birth of a word. I'll bet it's not been used on the Taco before.
You look up your words and I'll just invent mine.
Great deeds to be done today.
Amanecer de hoy, 9/24/13.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 25, 2013 - 02:12pm PT
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Timid: Care for some Hot Tuna with that celery?
On the Tunies production line (undated photo).
San Diego businessman C. Arnholt Smith bought some local canneries in 1948. In a 1992 interview, he told the Reader: "One guy who worked for us got the bright idea of making hot dogs out of tuna for the Catholic trade. They were called Tunies. They tasted and looked just exactly like a hot dog. Actually tasted better than a hot dog, I think. The poor guy worked his brains out perfecting that. They were in the store, but they just didn't seem to take over."
Tunies did sponsor a Little League team in Chula Vista. I wasn't on it. I played for the mortuary team.
Free Jimi Hendrix concert.
Free Coronado trolley.
Free ferry rides for passengers (10 cents), interestingly enough, on the San Diego to and from San Diego - Coronado.
Rolling in the deep. Why an open-sided bay ferry should not be on the open ocean. Taken aboard the SAN DIEGO on her delivery voyage from Oakland in 1931, courtesy of the Coronado Public Library
We wanna be free to pick lettuce too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 25, 2013 - 03:12pm PT
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On deck, the trip from the Western Salt Works to Pepper Park, along the grafitti trail.
Decided to go with Pepper Spray Park instead, more dramatic
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 26, 2013 - 01:00pm PT
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First computer made of carbon nanotubes is unveiled
To expunge these rogue elements, the team switched off all the "good" CNTs, then pumped the remaining "bad" ones full of electricity - until they vaporised. The result is a functioning circuit
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-24232896
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 27, 2013 - 11:08am PT
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I'm not there.
I'm rather more here.
I'm due back there.
I made a Commitment to Fletcher.
Twelve thirty in front of the Lodge and then the OPENING CH. in V.I.
Nice posts, zBrown. Did Jimi know it was Bob's b.day? Makes me wonder who's calling the tunes? Of course.
My next few minutes are going to be devoted to a short shower and then I'm posting pics from the lift.
Last night's presentations, the previous night's campfire in YP. Etc.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 27, 2013 - 11:48am PT
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Tuesday.
And the star of another show.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 27, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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Wednesday and Thursday.
It is time to depart.
Commitments, ya know.
But I promised you some shots of the presentation I witnessed last night.
Love to the "Whole Taco."
I'm talking Fattrad, too.
That was a Yosemite Creek tuna, by the way.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 28, 2013 - 12:05pm PT
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On the way from the Western Salt Works to Pepper Park, you will pass by Gunpowder Point, former home of the the Hercules Company, whose product was produced from kelp. Like those visions of Johanna, all that remains.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 30, 2013 - 03:06pm PT
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Tijuana RiverMouth Facelift - 1962
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phylp
Trad climber
Millbrae, CA
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Sep 30, 2013 - 04:22pm PT
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Nice facelift photos, Mouse! It was very good to see you there!
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Barbarian
climber
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Fattrad never looked so good, Mouse!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dude, I used to spend hours of time up fishing around Hercules in Contra Costa Co. at or near the old Hercules works, but never getting a solid strike on a striper.
Snore-fishing.
Barbarian,
Thanks for the books?
Two boxes of free titles like The White Spider, and that ilk?
Even Largo's fiction?
DUDE!!!
Everybody loved the gesture and scarfed. Next time let us know they are free. As if... Way thanks.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, barbarian and skully...
if you see this, please email me...
thanks sooooooo much!
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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You heard it, hear?
The Flames - CLOSED.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rim Fire Closed.
According to the latest inflammation from InciWeb on the Rim Fire:
"there continues to be no night operations. Day operations will continue to patrol the fire perimeter, mop up any heat that may pose a threat to containment lines and implement the suppression repair plan."
Photos at:
http://tinyurl.com/rimfirekmz
Google Earth tour.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... i posted in the facebook pics thread, too, but it timed out, :(
was trying to post here...
great photos!!!! you ol' man of the yosemite fields, i mean:
mouse of the yosemite fields and man of the merced streets, :))
say, when you get a chance, email more about the great facelift time...
i hope to get there one year, and will pray for next year...
i loved seeing anastasia there! with aris!
and all the camaradari of all... wow and wow again...
over and out for now...
got to get some stuff done, i was babysittting, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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There was some talk of this earlier.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Flames remains opens.
We don't need no stinkin' Feds of all peepers.
I know that sounds hateful, but we don't need 'em to do our thing.
We just wanna party!--Peter the Gentle Biker
And climb.
We wanna climb free!
This Climbing Pict, ironically, was taken by Kieran the Krazy Kanadian, IN CANADA, which remains up and running.
He showed this to me Monday morning, THE DAY BEFORE THE PARK STOOD STILL.
Nice camera, mate. A Can, eh?
What climb was this, again?
And did you say you downclimbed it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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the Rev stopped by yesterday afternoon and we went cruising, talking and trying to lift spirits.
For the time we are together with our friends is the best time we should feel entitled to.
The time with parents is precious, but the time with parents who are friends is most precious, second only to that spent with a life partner, God-willing.
This time we had our mojos on.
Mathis' "Spliff Walk."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I second that emotion, my friend.
Modelo Negros, left-overs from GLee, in my cooler, are being taken down, one by one today.
It won't be long
Lem'll be gone
Leaving a trail
Of tears.
I'm singin' this song
It's not very long
Leaving a trail
Of beers.
Lem worked his life at Freeman & Sons and raised some climbing kids.
To Lemuel.
From Monkey in the Mirror: A Story About My Life by Chongo
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The FDA open?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sorry and sad to hear about Mathis the Senior.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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For the record, I would like to apologize if my photos hurt anyone.
Some may not flatter. I'm very sorry. Let me know.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nothing could be further from my mind than writing right now.
I'm going to were-write instead.
No zombies. Just weres.
No Wereners, Werners, nor WBrains.
Just past tense-lookin' others.
Weres, not wasses, wusses, nor isses.
Our hands are always out to fellow ams.
As in Bermingham.
But I'm not there, nor here.
I was, but now I'm were.
Was up.
Then down.
Cue the clown, please, Mr. zBrown...
Lemme see the spliff walk, King James.
One time.
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Soul Brother Number One.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I got a fuel-injected budget.
It's full of gas.
Shut it off, buddy.
I had a date with the mad blotter. Then the Park closed that same day. I couldn't come back into the place from Merced.
Then I had a chance to have lunch with him again in Jamestown at Pete's with LostInShanghai and Ben. Obligations here.
I am were I am and can only be in one place and time at one time and place.
Not two.
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Nice pics mouse! Thanks! Had lots of fun with you at the pines! Hopefully we can get to Merced before the FL next year!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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There was some talk of this earlier.
Have you ever been told to shelter in place until you return from having gone missing?
You will be (most likely).
Remember when they sampled the holy water and found it was almost all contaminated with fecal matter.
I took upon myself to write to the Pope as follows.
Dear Pope:
God damn it to Hell, would you please get your sheeit together.
zB
Like The Beatles said, No Reply.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At first there was some light discussion about trees and the view obstruction.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Then the seventies happened again for the twentieth time since Christ.
That holy water with the fecal matter may have its origins in places you may not suspect. I'm Jesus sayin'.
Ad crucem suam statione custodientes
Virgo leniter fecal materia
Stetit tergens a filio.
At the cross her station keeping
Stood the Virgin gently wiping fecal matter
From her son.
Stagnant Water.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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No-o-o-o predictions here or there about the year 2033 comin' outta this corner.
When the clock strikes one, I'll be gone that particular New Year.
Either dead or high-tailed.
Just something to think about.
How much will ratings have climbed by then?
There are other silly questions around, but that's a good one.
Who's gonna celebrate the Crucifixion?
The Pope, no question.
There were no climbing Popes--I checked on that once.
Alexander the II in 1071 consecrated the rebuilt Monte Cassino, and one would think he might make this climb, 1,706', or its equivalent in meters, please yourself with little or no trouble in a medieval pope-mobile...
http://www.theguardian.com/travel/2013/feb/14/vatican-museum-popemobile-pope-cars
There is a story of St. Peter and some sacramental wine and a catacomb rescue, but it's unfounded. This is not that incident.
This depicts Saint Victor and his martyrdom,
but it illustrates the fact thatpenalties for chipping holds on buildings in the Vatican
have always been given by heavily-prejudiced prelates
who couldn't get off the ground on some dead-five-oh.
Especially one of the LEOS. He had it bad, the fever, but couldn't muster the will to mantel. He had Humpty-Dumpty syndrome, I fear.
All the Pope's horses, etc.
The Church remains open.
But prejudiced.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have no trouble with Falk's findings. I wouldn't trust Men.
So Einstein's connections were like 4G compared to banging on the ceiling with a broom for the rest of us except Chongo.
I see.
Clarity rains.
Today/last everning: Ramon's Taco Truck, Planada; up Jerseydale Road to a spot above Hite Cove; the Jerseydale Ranch Pumpkin Patch; the Mariposa Home and Garden Show at the Co. Fairgrounds; the new second-hand book store and creamery in town there; the Airport Bar's chili cook-off and a reunion with them Simpson boys, Isaac and Jeremiah, and their dad, Mike, and their band, the MOB; and top it off with a bouldering sesh out on Hwy. 140.
Man, what a Saturday. I'm bushed. Tomorrow. Manana.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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who misspelled Einstein?
cc: all concerned
now that carbon paper no longer exists, just what does "cc:" mean
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Who?
Why, it was Guido done it!Dat's who!
No doo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Einstein's theories have holes. All theory is holey. It is writ.Shot to sh#t, his arguments fail and fall like Newton predicts.nobody's on target allatime, only summathetime.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At the Ariport Bar chili event.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm laying claim to a first admitted ascent. Other rodents have ascended this towering quartz pinnacle in the sight of all Yosemite-bound traffic, which was next-to-Planada on Saturday, partly why I chose to choose it off.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Who's sniveling? White zin awaits the victor! "Wining boy, don't you deny your name."
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, these pics are loaded with fun, as they
load for me... wow...
i will stay on line a bit now and see how many...
i love this art stuff!!! such fun...
also, it is 'pasty' time around here, a michigan thing and my
friend from the old neighborhood is busy making theirs for the
restaurant...
say, zbrown, i think? i remember you mentioning stuff about upper michigan,
say, would you email me, please... got a question as to all that...
too much to type here... :O
my mom made meat pies, but in a one-tin large pie... not the
pocket size for miners...
(and NO mouse,you ol' word-trickers, you, ;)) --not 'miners' as to folks that could not have the 'pint' size yet,
these are edible pint-size pies, :)) ... ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Would it be cool to name these hot ones from your bake-oven
Surpieses?
I can smell'em from here, grinning ear to ear.
Glad you enjoyed the shoe.
Fair warning...But it's time for weenies and wheat bread.
A word from Our Sponsor Which Art In Hiding.
Surpieses and ice cream! Hot diggity!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, wow mouse, :)
the LAS GO is a precious share, for sure...
i love it!!
congrats on sharing the first ascent with mice from all fields...
:)
loved all the views, by the way, too...
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, mouse...
hmmm, question:
now that you bagged it, las go...
is it NOW, las got??
;))
also, in the very first pic, up close, what side is that... it looks the same side, as it looks with the ranch sign and fence in front...
did you then make a small turn to get to the north face, or what,
as, that pics comes about right after those two...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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For a thread composed of drivel and stuff, all the way to Nausea (New York State?), there are some amazing phenomenological artifacts herein.
Fixin' a hole where the rain falls in.
Geometry of innocent flesh on the metal
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.icr.org/
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Drivel Deifined!
The bottom line is that evolution failed!
We are not animals!
What chimp could possibly drawer this complicated, massively-expensive Pic of me bum?
I left no trace of my silent passage except I imagined I had done something as significant as Foops! or Perhaps on the GPA.
There was already plenty of mousey poop, so...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Uh, basically Nim taught this woman Signing, without once ever havng seen her butt, yet he was able to describe it perfectly to me. Good Samaritan that I am, I passed it on to Picasso, who did his own thing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What else we got in common?
Chongo is our champion, little did we know.
Courage, Insight, Compassion, and Liberty.
CICL,
a cycle round the (debatable) hole in our soul like stars around an earth that's spinning and orbiting nicely, thank you (indisputable fsct).
The two shall meet in another chapter of the Book of the Dun Crow.
The atheist and the other guy.
They'll never see eye to eye before I die.
(Who the heck cares, anyway?)
In the interests of my new friend, the beauty known as Robbie, owner of the Airport Bar in Mt. Bullion, who at the chili doin's got me in a corner, private-like, and did some persuadin'.
Robbie's a gardener, too. For a bit, I thought I was at the Home & Garden show at the fairgrounds instead of a roadhouse.
Pumpkin pie.
Pumpkin eye.
Pumpkin butt.
Yeah, that's what.
Trick or treat!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's all about getting fed. Those weenies were followed by Crumb Cake and buttermilks, BTW.One might ask for Go-Go Girls with one's decadent treats, as long as one were at it.
Or you might take on some spicy Spanish cuisine out towards Bootjack.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Who remembers Cruz & Willie's Place, much less how to get there?
I found it by accident, by God's plan, whatever. I was looking for a place to turn around to photograph this sign, which I shot the next morning.
Take 49S out of Mariposa, head up the hill to the right on Sebastapol Road, just before the big left on to Darrah Road. It's still there, but has been closed since 1984, according to John, grandson of Cruz and Willie. I spoke with him a bit and it turns out we have acquaintances in common with a couple guys from the trails crew in Yosemite and in Raymond.
This was a startling thing to find, and yer gonna crucify me, but I blame it on the sign that John's neighbor placed next to the highway on the end of his lot.Lots and lots of beer was drunk here at this dump "at the end of the road."
It surprised me when my brother Mike and his lady raved about the place when either Dolores or I mentioned it at their place one day in the late seventies. They are the two who insisted on calling it Cruz 'n' Willies at the End of the Road.
Golgota, por favor.
All I knew about Latin food was out of the Tijuana Cafe on the Drag in La Merced and the enchiladas that Dolores learned to make from her sister's recipe given her by Bob Ruiz, a guy who worked with their mom in Merced but moved to Oxnard like their mom when the store they worked for closed here and opened there. See? Being a Flame doesn't give you a Mexican palate by default. Bob was only half Mexican. The enchiladas were good, though.
I still like weenies when I want them.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In order to get there from Camp 4 or Wawona, you had to drive.
Unlike the folks at Squamish, who were apparently un-used to driving to go climb, with the exception of those who climbed else where, like Fred B., the prime example, because they just got a road in to the Chief, eh, well, the Campers at 4 took whatever ride came along to get to their tacos and cerveza.
There were a few around who knew the way. Rich in the Blue Polluter nine-passsenger station wagon that epic-failed when being driven fully-loaded coming home from Tuolumne.
There was Bruce Prices's '57 Chevy, a coppery-colored bomb that he drove with aplomb and much pedal. Made Dolt and Powell seem like avalanche poodles versus race hounds. He drove the school bus to Mario-Poser daily for a living. Knowledge pays. He didn't drink much, to his eternal credit. By comparison.
There was my man, Larry the Cowboy and a succession of vehicles, among them a boat of a station wagon and a Ford pick-up. We might have let him offer to drive home, but he often just couldn't, so I never had that pleasure of being driven hard and woke up wet in the river. Larry had some close ones, never with me in his car without my driving home.
Then there was my van Dorf. And one lucky-ass, but still very smooth and capable, if fast, driver. Me.
I don't know how we all survived out there on the roads in such shape.
I'll ask Batso when and if I see him.Darkness, dark beer, and dark deer. Good combination splatter, comes with beans and rice.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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One for Chongo the Lurker.
TO HELP THE MONKEY CROSS THE RIVER
By Thomas Lux
which he must
cross, by swimming, for fruits and nuts;
to help him
I sit with my rifle on a platform
high in a tree, same side of the river
as the hungry monkey. How does this assist
him? When he swims for it
I look first upriver: predators move faster with
the current than against it.
If a crocodile is aimed from upriver to eat the monkey
and an anaconda from downriver burns
with the same ambition, I do
the math, algebra, angles, rate-of-monkey,
croc- and snake-speed, and if, if
it looks as though the anaconda or the croc
will reach the monkey
before he attains the river’s far bank,
I raise my rifle and fire
one, two, three, even four times into the river
just behind the monkey
to hurry him up a little.
Shoot the snake, the crocodile?
They’re just doing their jobs,
but the monkey, the monkey
has little hands like a child’s,
and the smart ones, in a cage, can be taught to smile.
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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This thread is sort of like.....
Facebook.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oz never did give something to the Tin Man, that I already hadn't
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Facebook is sort of like this thread - I've been told.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Facebook is dead.
Gm7.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I miss my friend CosmicCragsman.
When we got together at Alessandria out in the desert it was as "happenin'" as it gets the first time two particles like us collide.
As a noted Brit geologist said, "This could be the last time--I don't know. they are two particles colliding. Who can say what happens to them afterwards?"--Mick "Ray" Jagger
The Higgs boson has been around for about fifty years.
It has just been granted official existence, however.
The Nobel Prize recently went to two particle physicists who worked hard on the deal.
Now the scientists and creationists can play that softball game they’ve been talking about for years.
The way is open to the Higgs field.
They should all go to mass and thank Jesus first in addition to the kegger afterwards.
Professor Higgs being British and all, he was appointed to the Order of the Companions of Honour in the 2013 New Year Honours in Jolly Old.
Who makes these decisions about who should be stowed with a Nobel in Physics?
Is it a Particle Board made up of eminent Einsteins?
Is is just some geek working for peanuts and mostly for the dynamite experience of choosing winners?
Because,
The recent potential discovery of the Higgs boson prompted fellow physicist Stephen Hawking to note that he thought that Higgs should receive the Nobel Prize in Physics for his work which he finally did, shared with François Englert in 2013.
None of these guys have done a hard off width, I might point out, were I pointing finger.
This guy is not a physicist, a creationist, nor a Nathi-ist (a break-away sect from the Sons of Nathi).
He's a fisticist, specializing in the study of rattly jams and sketchy double-stacks.
He is wearing the prize given to him by the YCA for his hard-fisted stand on not wearing lycra--he insists that it looks foolish.
AndrejzBrown is a new shade in the spectrum, derived from careful study of his poopy pants after climbing Basket Case.
It is said to lie between chamoisee and raw umber in the shading scale.
Fascinating resemblance, zBrown.
Facebook died from an overdose of saccharine.
Viva variedade!
Fisticists do it with a hadron, a hardon, even a bosun.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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More on the park closure. (You didn't hear this from me.)
Our hearsay correspondent in the park has reported,
to my delight and joy, that
"the squirrels are happy."
Yosemite Lake is open.
I was there YESTERDAY, listening to Rubber Soul in my head. That LP was released in 1965, about the time of the emergence of the Higgs particle.
"Beatle Speech"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCnzIJ3Z-3k
All right, come along now.
Close our eyes.
If that works I'm in for it.
But that was Yesterday.I have time to rectify my errant Way Words. I've got it now.
Do what you want to do.
Do what you want to do.
Rectify and recycle.
Erectify.Naughty.
Litterly renew the outline of the Schrodinger box.
Some things were not meant to change, however maybe so.
Or slowly, very very slowly. Step by step and inch by inch, in lay terms.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gene, we were meant to go Briceberg to Bagby. I'm thinking bikes instead of walking.
Come back, good buddy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This differs from Facebook in that anyone at all is free to post
up anything at all--huge outlandishly out-sized photos which
screw up the page;
slander about icons, which is nothing;
blather, sometimes, and drunken rambles others;
scoops of dirt, bits of moss, and twigs;
date seeds;
bears, cows, cats, and shadows;
freakin' dreams which may or may not have been real;
the nature of the absolute;
time zones and how they relate to your day ( a planned future discussion, based on Leggs' thread, but really just a spoof of a
dear sweet soul--I WOULD NEVER!!!!--who simply wants us all
to enjoy life with a smile :-D :-) :O) O-) ) ;
some music and poetry;
Climbing Content and Historic Photos;
and many other things, all easily and casually observed,
and all waiting to be plucked from the pot, family-style,
not Me-me-me style.
Thought you might like to see my Mousifesto.
There it is, and it is subject to change with due notice to the readership NOT!
One whord: whimsy.
*sigh*
We are all about trust among predators
who all want the same thing.
Why spoil it with
f*#king shenshorship?
Sheesh!!!!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rep. McClintock scales 14,000' Half Dome un-roped!
Claims shoeless FA as part of hillbilly recognition week in closed Yosemite.
He lies about fishing, too. :O)
He don't know the south fork from the north spoon in his mouth. :-)
He likes his suckers, though.
Is this slander?
I'm not libelous, am I?
I can never tell the difference.
Is it worse than his shenanigans?
I didn't call him a turd and I didn't do a lot of things I could have.
Smirching across Mariposa, heading for Elk Grove Tavern.
Gonna fix 'im a lead cocktail, boys.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Not your father's Middle Earth.
It's some soil additive/chemical fertilizer out on Yosemite Avenue.
Looks alpine, smells bovine.
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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hey, "Put a sock on it, Mouse!" lol
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dateline
Usona, Mariposa County, CA.
A small community founded in 1913 near Mariposa, California, is named Usona, from the same acronym.[1]
Erwin Gudde & William Bright, 2004. California Place Names: The Origin and Etymology of Current Geographical Names—from Wiki
These finely inbred communities sometimes develop a vocabulary of their own, i.e., Boontling up in Boonville. These are some words I overheard in a cafe on Triangle Road during a lull in driving.
Really, a sock?
Don't make me laugh.
Ain't no puppet.
Pelosamide: dangerous only when inhaled through the right nostril if you are a liberal. It promotes belief in the imaginary, such as budgets.
Pelosianna: blindly optimistic that one is NOT right, but to the left, not really knowing, just hoping like hell it’s so. Fingers crossed, fattrad.
Spelosi:
As in, “I put a spelosi on you.” Because you’re blind.
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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eKat - Put a sock on it, Mouse! i simply was ribbing you in regards to how another Tacoite ^ responded to yer poetry on another thread.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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eKate vs eekMouse! The slapdown or slapshot of all time.
Sure glad nobody got an ear bit off.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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ePinche
Orale
Tu pinche hermana está bien pinche, wey
Seems Like a Freeze-Out
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Bill Thompson
Ice climber
Marquette
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Saw the first page post with Batso....funny thing is that I will be climbing with Kelly Laasko in the morning- will tell him hello!
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GLee
Social climber
MSO
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Wow!! Cruz & Willie's!
Thx Mouse for bringing back my memory of a great meal or 2 or 3 that I had there!!
A TRUE CLASSIC!!
GLee
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Change in the mountain
Change in the land
Ain't no changin' me
Cuz I'm a natural mouse, man
Furtive and
Insertive
Niceties ain't miceties, and
Remember One Word to haunt yo: Hanta
Happy Halloween and
Merry Visions of Snowflakes
White Llamas and
White Rocks for Chertsmas
Won't catch Santa knappin'
His other selves do that nasty cutty stuff
His infectious humor creates delerium and
The only known cure: don't sleep.
The only unknown cure?
Add white zin and there's the steel;
The river is white zin and I'm a freestyle mouse and
I'm your mouse Flint
I woke up this mornin' lookin' roun' fo' my shoes
I was havin' those mean ole wakin' blurs, I mean blues
(Hey in the hay, Splitter, Two cents for what album
I'm listenin' to, which to I listen--ease OK))
The day begun in the dark
But not in the Park
I recall the view from Guadalupe Grade
I got up and dressed warmer cuz it was lookin' bad
Like it was GONNA RAIN!
Minutes and hours passed without a frickin' drop
Ficklin' port weather
Stay in port and have some, too
All the day the weather said "GOOD god I'M GONNA RAIN"
I laid around Cathey Valley
Till my little ole hambone was spoiled
So I went and had break fast real slow
Talkin' Michigan move to California blues
Next thing I know I'm back home
Burning the candle pretty fast, I am,
But my home is lonesome and the road is not
I kinda want a poodle
They are the most intelligent according to sources
And according to STeinbeckinagroovewiththatpoodlenamedCharley.
Do you Tami?
Well, I Toni! And some of the stories I could tell
are enough to curl your hair.
Getting back to the Upper Peninsula
My old climbing pal from the late eighties,
showin' up on the radar.
Oh, thanks to the mercies of the one
Who makes people seek out the flame
KELLY! What's happenin'?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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GLee,
Buddy! Thanks for the Negra Modelo!
Glad you remember the place at the end of the road!
Don't forget to tip the waitress, though.
It just makes good sense.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 02:59am PT
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there is nothing you can know that isn't known
all you need is love
i hope you find it in your neighborhood when you least expect it
it's more fun like that
[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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Oct 10, 2013 - 03:40am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 03:57am PT
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Here's a surprise. Oh, yeath, you're gonna choke on the view![Click to View YouTube Video]
this is, I suppoes
why I arose
and bothered
to take this trip
to get coffeed-up
and go see rows
of pioneers
in the ground RIP
The Catheys Valley Cemetery, dead ahead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 11:52am PT
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Yes, and we all come back to Mother Earth.
Mother Earh's layin' for us.
It don't matter how much you're worth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 12:09pm PT
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When the Gold Rush began in 1849, many men left their families in search of gold. Andrew, his son Daniel, and son-in-law Benjamin Wills, traveled by river boat from Fort Smith Arkansas to New Orleans and then took a ship to the Isthmus of Panama. In Panama, they boarded another ship bound for San Francisco; from there they caught a stage overland to Indian Gulch, Mariposa County, California.
In 1851, Andrew returned to Arkansas for his family. The Cathey-Wills, Rowland, Hammond, families organized a wagon train to California. Some of the families were those who had come from North Carolina earlier, leaving the Hammonds to start from Collegeville, Arkansas.
Andrew Cathey was appointed Captain of the Cathey-Wills wagon train. About twenty families traveled in covered wagons pulled by oxen. Horses were used to drive the approximate thirty head of cattle. It is said that only one steer was lost on the entire trip, and it was believed stolen by the Indians.
A trip journal shows that they traveled to Fort Smith, Arkansas where they re-grouped and purchased supplies for the trip that began on April 2nd. They traveled the southern route through Ft. Bliss near El Paso, Fort Tucson, Arizona, then began following the Gila River, an alternative to the Santa Fe Trail. As the wagon train moved across the land, more people joined them. Special duties were assigned to everyone.
When they reached the Rio Grande, the wagon beds had to be taken apart and all bolt holes were tightly plugged with wooden pegs. The cracks were caulked with what they had available. Together, they formed a ferry-like raft to transport their families, their livestock, and household goods across the river.
The Geary’s had started out with the Oatman family. The Oatman’s had been warned the Indians were on the warpath. the Geary's joined with the Cathey wagon train and later they came upon the aftermath of the Oatman Wagon Train. Upon seeing the burned wagons and recognizing Mrs. Oatmans clothing, Mrs Geary she was overcome with grief. Although the Cathey’s never encountered any hostility by the Indians.
The wagon party took only a very few days off to wash clothes and rest the oxen. It is said many of the women walked barefoot. One serious threat was when their water barrels began to get low, an order was given: no more water. People and animals were rationed only one or two sips when it was really needed.
It had been days since they crossed a stream and mountains were still some distance away. After they had almost given up hope of finding water, one of the teamsmen suddenly noticed his oxen raised their heads and sniffed the air. In good judgment, the teamsman gave the oxen their reign. They immediately left the trail, and on top of a knoll, under a large rock was a basin full of fresh water!
After leaving Ft. Yuma, a Mrs. Warner, who had just buried a child enroute in New Mexico, gave birth to another child. The family continued on to El Monte, in southern California. The Wills family broke away from the wagon train. The remaining wagon party traveled over the Tejon Pass, across the San Joaquin Valley to just below Millertown, where they crossed over the San Joaquin River.
They proceeded north, crossing over Mariposa Creek and through the McDermott place, up Bear Creek, and on to Indian Gulch where they arrived on October 27, 1852. It was a long, arduous journey of living in tents and wagons for two years and enduring countless hardships. They sold milk from their herd to the miners.
Cathey’s Valley is named after Andrew Cathey and his sons. In 1854, Andrew D. Cathey purchased a ranch from a Mr. Evans. Evans drove a hard bargain and Andrew finally agreed to pay him $1,500 for a quit-claim. This became Andrew and his wife Mary’s first, new, real home. Her sons lived at home for about ten years before they all became larger independent landowners. Cathey's Valley now bears his name.
Andrew Cathey soon became very involved in civic and political activities. He enjoyed exhibiting his abundant produce in the Merced Fair. A few of his trees and vines are still standing, although very sparse after nearly 150 years.
Andrew and his wife, Mary, very devout Christians, helped build a church, school and cemetery on land they donated.
Recently a large mariposite stone monument was built by many donors and volunteer labor in memory and honor of the Andrew D Cathey family and history of Cathey's Valley. The monumnet is located at the Cathey's Valley Park. We welcome vistors to stop and read the early history plaque and see the 1879 one room school house. The school house was restored by the Cathey's Valley Historical Society.
--www.mariposearesearch.net
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 01:20pm PT
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Yep, we're all gonna die.
It's a comforting thought.
Invest in some matches
Or go buy you a plot.
The cowboy who roped
And the gal he once wooed
Are buried together
Since they were married for good.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 01:25pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 04:25pm PT
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See the windmill on the marker?
There's one erected over an abandoned water well just next to this plot.
I had to climb it, of course.
Only the dead were witnesses.
It could have had grave consequences.
And it was totally irresistible.
The mouse ran up and the mouse ran down.
Then he sat on a bench and prayed.
"Would you please just make it rain?"
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Oct 10, 2013 - 04:39pm PT
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Great climb.... great photos...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 04:56pm PT
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My father, though, headed directly for Stockton, for by this time my sister Louisa was so terribly sick, he wanted to get her to where there was a doctor as soon as possible. I remember watching the wagons of the others driving off and leaving us to take another direction. But while we all felt sad at parting from our kin and our friends. I can see now that our anxiety over my sister kept us from feeling the separation as deeply as we would have otherwise. It was also the things connected with her illness and death which always remained clearest in my memory of our arrival at Stockton and our stay there. While it was heartbreaking to give her up -- for she was a young lady, and we all loved her so much,-- it did not seem so bad as it would have been had she died on the lonely plains, like that poor woman, or the little Kesterson boy. We could always remember her as being buried in a nice place, in the Stockton cemetery.
When she was gone, we again moved on -- the last lap of our journey -- going from Stockton to Merced County.
On these final three days of our long, tedious journey, we crossed a number of creeks that had no bridges over them, as they do now. One night, we stayed with a friend of my father's at the Merced River. They treated us so nice, and the next morning, the woman fixed up a big lunch for us to take along with us that day, so that we did not have to stop and cook. On the third day, we reached Mariposa Creek, where my brother Henry was living and near where the Savannah schoolhouse is now.
Here my father rented the Fitzhugh house for us to live in, until he bought a place from a man named Vance. From the Vance place -- upon which my father built a house, which is still standing, although it has been moved to a different location near there -- my father and mother moved to White Rock, Mariposa County, and settled on what is now called the "Jim Helm Ranch." And it was here, in 1876, that my father passed away and where my mother also died, almost 10 years later in 1886.
They were always such a happy and devoted couple. I do not ever remember hearing them quarrel. And both of them were always so good and thoughtful with us children. And, looking back I know it was their love and kindness and forethought for us children that made the long trip across the plains one of so little hardship, actually, even in the midst of almost hourly dangers. You children can always feel proud that they are your great-great-grandparents.
by Frances Helm McClure
A very good story here.
http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~camcgs/crossing_the_plains.htm
Lake McClure on the Merced River is named for this pioneer family, as is Kesterson Wildlife Refuge named for that family who accompanied the McClures.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 10, 2013 - 10:20pm PT
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Missed the last train to Clarksville and the last train to Yuma.
Go Johnny!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Oct 10, 2013 - 10:55pm PT
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Beautiful gravestone markers. Loved the icons and symbols! Back East I used to do gravestone rubbings on interesting old stones....but most historical cemeteries have banned doing rubbings because it is degrading the faces too quickly.
Susan
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 10, 2013 - 11:06pm PT
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Susan:
That's a new one on me. Don't even know what rubbings are. I assume it's a transfer of some sort.
How about an image or two?
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Oct 10, 2013 - 11:12pm PT
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Here is a picture borrowed from Google.
You can even buy kits
http://globalgenealogy.com/genealogy-general/resources/110150.htm
"Gravestone Rubbing Kit
Everything that you need to make a permanent record of a memorial stone.
Gravestone rubbing is fun. It is possible to collect some beautiful artwork that can be framed and displayed. A carver's skill can be preserved, or an ancestor's stone recorded and appreciated through this craft.
Gravestone Rubbing Kit includes:
two cupcake-shaped waxes (black and blue)
5 sheets of Aqaba brand gravestone rubbing paper (24 x 36 in.)
natural bristle brush
special masking tape
NEW - 60 page instruction book
All of the components of the Gravestone Rubbing Kit are carefully packaged in a heavy duty black artist's tube that is also perfect for storing your completed rubbings.
Gravestone Rubbing Kit......$29.95
(Canadian Dollars)
Check price in your currency "
My favorite one is of Edgar Allen Poe's gravestone but it's off limits now.
Susan
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Oct 11, 2013 - 11:12am PT
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Two Cents for what album I'm listening to.
where it all began, and it don't get mo'better than this...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
edit: so did i win the 2 cents or not. like they say, a penny earned is a penny save. no wait, its a penny saved is a penny earned. not that i'm a penny piincher or anything remotely similar. but i do expect ya to pay up if i got the right "album". i know i got the right song.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 11, 2013 - 12:24pm PT
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http://www.eapoe.org/balt/poegrave.htm
The narrator chains Fortunato to the wall, then begins to close
Fortunato in the hole by filling in the opening with bricks.
When he has one brick left, he psychologically tortures
Fortunato until he begs for mercy.
The other side of that being the Far Side with a burr-headed
kid pulling wings off flies.
Or maybe like this strung-out bunch of sandhill cranes
flying parallel to BERT CRANE ROAD
near the KESTERTON REFUGE, mentioned yesterday in connection with the poeneers of Catheys Valley.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 11, 2013 - 01:31pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 11, 2013 - 09:44pm PT
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Thanks. Hell (or maybe Heaven) yes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 12, 2013 - 12:44am PT
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My life in hell was going to work at a plant that made steel barrels and threatened to deafen me so they gave out free ear plugs.
Thought about suicide.
Rally depressing failing with a grin.
Pulling six to four and out the door.
Ten long years.
Quite a few beers.
Fifty-five, stay alive.
How many quarts in a drum?
It figures out to four qts/gal times fifty-five = 220 qts.
Two twenty.
Two twenties make forty.
That's not just an odd figure, manner of figuring...
Even I know that.
It used to be forty cents would buy something.
Now I'm sixty-five. It don't buy shite.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 12, 2013 - 01:10am PT
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Inspired by Jim Brennan's post on the LeVON Helms Appreciation Thread...
Something for LL LL to practice.
"Is practice fun?", I asked my mus music teacher.
"It is, if you believe in the theory, but I'm no Steinway, just a simple mouse."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Guranteed. Blues.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAXl05eH0Kk
Dare I say the cranes were uplifting?
F-Yeah! After the owner of the land, Billy Grissom, told me that they were not geese, as I had assumed, being BLINDER in my "GOOD eYe" now than in my "BAD EyE."
BG was after me on this lonesome stretch on Dan Murphy.
But cheer up, clown.
Doctor Crane is here.
[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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Oct 12, 2013 - 01:34am PT
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Quien es mas macho? Fernando of the Llamas or Ricardo Mantelban?Es decir, "Sonríe, estás en supertopo."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 12, 2013 - 10:08pm PT
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Flames related. After my brother's house burned up (or down, depending on how you view it), he rented the house previously occupied by Llamas the Younger out at Point Dume. Long story short, we ended up with his bed. I've wondered from time to time, where he slept thereafter. It was a nice pad, Barbie Streisand lived right down the street. I still have the key to the private beach.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 12, 2013 - 10:12pm PT
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But does the key still work?Could this be the end of the Walking Blues?
The beginning of the Driving Into the Sun Blues?Everybody gets the Driving Into the Sun blues. Sunset or sundown.
These were taken this morning, no construction going on at the Highway 140 overpass at the BNSF track heading to Planada. I took advantage of that and am guilty of climbing a Class I route, as well. Shoot me. It's what I climbed today, but it's not worthy to go on that thread.
I liked the guy toking up, but decided to leave his shot out. Tact. And you know how it could go.
Which brings to mind that I forgot to mention why Mr. Billy Grissom was out and about on his HUGE ranch the other night when I was out his way shooting cranes with my camera. It seems one of his cowboys saw my red car near the bank of Bear Creek where Billy had found over 1,000 plants. He phoned Billy on his cell and Billy found me, looking to take down the license number of the Red Roadent.
All I needed to do was to show my camera and he breathed easier. He had rolled up beside me in his Big Huge Pickup. He's the one who took me to where I could shoot the cranes on his land. He was the soul of hospitality.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 13, 2013 - 07:05am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]911: Is this an emergent see?
Bishop STanislaus: Yes, it is, God help us. This gent fell into my see, see? It's along the Vlatava River. Oh, and his name, I believe, is Professor Morris Kowalski, from Prague.
911: Are you in Prague? Across the sea?
Bish STan: Yes.
911: Then ask God to help you, this is Detroit-on-the-St. Lawrence Seaway.
Bish STan: I meant his name is Mitch Ryder. Will that help?
911: In that case, put on a CD of Mitch Ryder, listen to CC Rider, and boogie till the body rises. Can't help ya, Padre.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
This is for the Fish Finder who finds that I make him dizzy!
There's a joke in there about leader line. It's probably knot-funny.
It's true that tie-dyed leaders never catch fish.
Equally true that tie-dyed belayers seldom have to catch the CosmicCragsman.
He's a fish of a different color, swimming in the deep blue at the moment.
Thinking of Dwain, RIGHT NOW!
He's probably sleeping, dreaming of dwainbow-colored parrots.
I, on the other hand, can't sleep no more.
That's what Supertopo's for.
Spinnin' like a Mepps lure.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 13, 2013 - 11:10pm PT
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Le Mousie Si, La Migra No. No?
I was wondering just what Carlos Santana's actual address was there in TJ.
Once I find his address, I'm gonna see if the Streisand beach key fits. It's universal doncha know.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Migra Migra pinche Migra déjame en paz
Migra Migra pinche Migra déjame en paz
Malicia hay en tus ojos desprecio en tu corazón
Malicia hay en tus ojos desprecio en tu corazón
Es hora de reconocer que todos somos una voz
Abraza el concepto venimos de la misma voz
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
People people let's start together let's do it right
People people let's love one another I know we know how
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Me necesitas tú a mi más y más que yo a ti
Migra Migra pinche Migra déjame en paz
People people let's love one another I know we know how
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2013 - 12:06pm PT
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A Flame's friend, believe it or not! I love this old guy.
How many lives and pieces of fence posts has it saved in its lifetime? I'd like to see Khanom's and Vicky's Hopping Rabbit Farm graced by this feller. Hunter's Valley Hopping Rabbit Organic Fire Suppression Volunteer Unit 236...
Then you'll be just like the Joneses of Catheys Valley.Eggs, veggies, fire truck, etc.
You could decorate it with a string of prayer flags."Historic" Hunters Valley fire truck, decaying on Henness Ridge. Poor old f*#ker, him and Darryl Tucker: Mariposa's best, both laid to rest.
Darryl used to run one of the machines in the barrel plant with me for a number of years. I heard he died. He lived down on West Whitlock in a place he built himself.
Two specials for the haiku mistress, eKatSnowmahomiss.
Both are on Henness Ridge, fall foliage fallin' on 'em.
Pending falling snow
Here we grow rust, dust, cobwebs.
Shoulda been a plow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2013 - 03:36pm PT
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Soom times you'll do better on the train, mate.
Wheels soon be home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIpsDTSmRyM
Who loves the romance of steam?
The essence of soot?
Unscheduled stops for rocks on the tracks?
A view of the Merced River unequalled by slow-ass, bumpy, dusty stage lines?
You are forgiven.
Mice didn't do this. We are innocent.
Gene
Are you still up for Bagby to Briceberg or vice-vesra? Let me know.
This train needs more train pictures, preferably of steam trains.
"'board!"
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Oct 15, 2013 - 03:49pm PT
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I'm damn sure I can hear a train coming ...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Deadly Gentlemen - Angeline the Baker.
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Gene
climber
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Oct 15, 2013 - 03:53pm PT
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Gene
Are you still up for Bagby to Briceberg or vice-vesra? Let me know.
I'll know more tonight. Mother-in-law is arriving soon. Will advise.
g
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2013 - 04:15pm PT
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Bring her along? Just kidding...
Thx.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
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I learned about Oak Leaf Hoppers in school today, Daddy.
That's interesting.
They are just small little things.
That's nice.
It's a little-known fact that Dennis Hopper is, in fact, allergic to the Oak Leaf Hopper. Did you know that? It's a fact.
No, Cliffie, I did not know that. Be nice and get me another Keystone Light, would you?
Otay.
http://books.google.com/books?id=RtGQj9zIzxQC&pg=PA168&lpg=PA168&dq=Dennis+Hopper's+allergies&source=bl&ots=_nbmIYA7Gi&sig=X0nbhwHyyu14RNWaEtbdgs7mNZw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=ksteUq25GOWYiAKt_oGYCg&ved=0CDsQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=Dennis%20Hopper's%20allergies&f=false
False?
Cliff Claven, the facts maven, caught in a lie?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/25/little-known-facts-cover-design_n_2760522.html
[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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Oct 16, 2013 - 08:02pm PT
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Metaphor.Light through a dirty window is what this thread is about.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2013 - 02:18am PT
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Drivel drivel junk garbage, waste-of-your-time blah blah pointless re-hashed drivel drivel.
Dead air.
Abrasive name-calling, thumb-flicking trash trash trash bloviation wha wha wha wasted days and wasted nights.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
No relation, he's Afrikaner.
Did not know that, eh?
They talk strange English like Canadians and 'strines.
Our content is not driven by draconian dogma, it is concocted by our team of highly irrelevant drivel drafters.
There are only two, and one isn't there. So you get what you pay for, but no split infinitives.
But that's probably beside the point.
That point would be the intersection of education and entertainment.
A little drivel is only to be expected when the class is sleeping.
And it's not like we have potential customers out there online,
waiting to dump money on us based on content which satisfies their needs.
These are Supertopians. They are quite used to drivel.
Wear galoshes if it bothers you and Roy Orisons if it dazzles you.
Harden the fvck up, even.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2013 - 09:54am PT
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This may have the effect of drivel, which is to stultify and bore the peruser.
There's the re-hash box, and then there are piles of bags full of garbage.
And stacks of old mags from the dentists and physicians and their staffs--worked
crossword mags, Mouse Beautiful, V-Twin (how'd that get in there?--that's not drivel! Dibs!), Mad, Style 1900, all the standards.
There is no set way to categorize drivel, you just put it away in whatever container's
handy--lately we have cardboard boxes but used to have grocery bags. We are coming up in
stages in the world.
http://acscny.wordpress.com/2013/01/26/style-1900-magazine-suspends-publication/
I just realized as I got out of bed this morning. Cliffhanger was onscreen twenty years ago!
It's like Gen X's version of The Eiger Sanction.
I went to see this onscreen with Liz. She even got it. She wanted to see
it because John Lithgow was starring. She issued the following statement ( or similar--it's
been twenty years, after all): "God, I love garbage
like that. How much
was fake and how much is just BS?"
"More than you want to know."
We don't intentionally (smirk!) issue BS here. You can get that lots of other places on the Taco.
If this thread were larger and had more help, we could keep up with DR F, but it's grown
up around us, as it were. We're trapped in a Rumplestilskin Tower or a Sleeping Beauty
Castle or in a cage with tigers.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Longevity is an end in itself, bred by the evolutionary process and subsidized
by pharmaceutical giants, and pimped by groups like AARP and Hollywood.
Passion changed for glory? I think not.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2013 - 10:13am PT
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Many label drivel as "Mickey Mouse."
This slur against Disney animation is un-called for. It's otay to say the later animation
sucks--and there are warehouses crammed with this crap--but to label the progenitor of
cartoons drivel is unwarranted, shows poor discernment, and reflects the critic's
STUPIDNESS, not to mention lack of judgement.
You'd have to be Goofy to believe that Big Lie.
[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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Oct 17, 2013 - 10:56am PT
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Sunrise today was at 7:12 a.m. That last picture should not have appeared here today
as today's sunrise. I wasn't lying--it was a "fast one." A "manip." A twist in time.
So I jammed out and went to take the elevator to floor five for this morning's sun-fest.
I ran into Vern, my friend who with his wife Dawn just moved into the penthouse on floor six.
"C'mon up and have some coffee and go take some pictures out on the roof."
"Well, I have had coffee, but thanks."
It's BOTH what and who you know that makes life better.
Don't just enjoy life, make it more enjoyable for others, too.
Thank you, Vern!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2013 - 11:08am PT
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Who wants yesterday's sunrise?
Who wants yesterday's version of Yesterday?
Try this on for size.
Toni Braxton/Yesterday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cETtDC59-I
In fairness, we have no more initials. I hope someone
can ID the carvers for us.
BBA, can you remember hanging around the bus station in El Portal? Or did they have bus service back in the daze of the fifties?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2013 - 11:30am PT
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Well, to begin with, I wasn't lying. I thought that these had been posted.
They were uploaded to My Photos, but I need a second cup of java. I am sorry.
It won't happen again.
zBrpwm. are ipi awale uet
I mean, zBrown, are you awake yet?
Are you online?
Jerk...
Got ta do the heavy lifting, AGAIN!
When a train stopped for water and positioned by a water tower,
the boilerman swung out the spigot arm over the water tender and
"jerked" the chain to begin watering. This gave rise to a 19th-century
slang term "Jerkwater town" for towns too insignificant to have
a regular train station. The variants were "Jerktown" and
"Jerkwater", which are still in use in the meaning of
"insignificant", although today "Jerktown" is rather understood as a "town of jerks".
Ergo, CV = ?
Merced's never been a Jerktown in the former sense.
There's some reason to believe EVERY town is now one of the latter.
Except El Portal--anyone smart enough to have a crib there is no jerk.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 17, 2013 - 02:32pm PT
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More internet BS
HBP
no not HIV
The Human Brain Project will last ten years and will consist of
a ramp-up phase and a partially overlapping operational phase.
http://www.humanbrainproject.eu/
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Oct 17, 2013 - 02:54pm PT
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mouse - This kid could handle his pocket knife, nawmean? Mr. Mouse, ya'll know how to handle a Taco thread. Great writing and subject matter, keep up the good work, bro (nawmean?)! :)
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 17, 2013 - 05:02pm PT
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At the divorce hearing, the judge turned to Micky and said, "I can't grant you a divorce from Minnie just because you said she was crazy". "I never said she was crazy, your honor, I said she was f*#king Goofy."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2013 - 06:40pm PT
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The Captain is on deck! Now serving Truck number nine...number nine...number nine.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yet another vintage '90s flick.
The left one, here it comes!
Yer welcome even if yer the tax guy, Ron Anderson.
Tanks Splitter.
Throwpie, look out for the right hand! The one with the chocolate pudding pie!
Pie in the face for telling that sleepy old joke.
Here's a Facelift cup ful of white zin, raised to Brown Peak, widow's peaks, and mountaineering jargon, aka "peak-speak."
http://bestilllife.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-widows-peak-study.html
"Class II, the museum awaits, lads."--Dr. Spalding
Another 90s classic told us to "Follow the Money."
They never stop hauling gold out of YO, shut-down or no.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 17, 2013 - 09:48pm PT
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Let there be light, or dirt, or both.
However, I do have two questions.
Floor of the tank on the upstream side of the Twin Towers of El Portal.
Is this the tank the motorcycle rider used to do loops in?
Ate those tats on Sly real?
Well, three.
Is that the window that Bob Dylan was so concerned with?
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 18, 2013 - 03:46pm PT
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A baby kidnapped my dingo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2013 - 07:12pm PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 19, 2013 - 12:55am PT
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hey there say, skully.... wow, you showed up here, :)
say, been wondering about something... so was waiting 'til you were around about at the ol' taco...
email me, please, as usual, when i email you:
my emails seem to get lost on their way to finding you, :)) :(
say, hope all is well and good, too!
god bless!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2013 - 12:58am PT
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CLEANING WINDOWS LYRICS
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street, got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street with the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work
Oh, Sam was up on top and I was on the bottom with the V
We went for lemonade and Paris buns at the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady and I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend in that down joint
What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time, I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide, I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows, number thirty-six
I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon on the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGee, Muddy Waters singin', "I'm a Rolling Stone"
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat, Kerouac's 'Dharma Bums' and 'On The Road'
What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time, I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide, I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows
What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows
Will I take my time? I'll see you when my love grows
Don't let it slide, I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows
Songwriters
VAN MORRISON
Is this one going out to CosmicCragsman?
F...ing-A, Tweety!
Hiya, Dwain!
Nicely cameo-ed, neebee!
Say, CAP! Listen to her plea, dude.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 19, 2013 - 02:09am PT
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hey there say, mouse! just got back in time to say, thanks for the great email updates...
this time of year here, as, well, is getting very 'fallish' and the
leaves are turning nice...
will send you email, soon...
:)
got to babysit tomorrow though...
happy supertopo eve to all!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2013 - 05:45am PT
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don't cry for the fool who laughs at misfortune
when things go awry for him
but don't crack a smile, either
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 19, 2013 - 10:47am PT
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mouse spider
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2013 - 03:35am PT
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What a mug!
I'm damn sure I can hear a train coming...
It's actually the El Portal school bus. High-ballin', too!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"There are some really crappy bands around here."--a resident of El Portal, Biff, a former contestant on the Gong Show
Marlow, the gents are cool and need to come to Yosemite. You, too.
T Hocking, get that banjerine out and start limbering up for Facelift 2014.
zBrown, stop playin' with yer food.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2013 - 07:32am PT
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The question has often been asked, "So. What did you do yesterday??"
Well, I am able to answer that, "I went to Lake Yosemite. I had a long walk up the Merced Irrigation District's Main Canal, which feeds directly off the Merced. So, starting at the parking lot at the end of Old Lake Road, I proceeded to an old concrete bridge, crossed it, got into some slightly rising terrain on that bank, called a halt and turned around about a mile or so south of the Highest Point Closest to Town--or is it the Closest Highest Point to Town. It's confusing. Anyway, babble on like a mud hen, I will, usless birds."
This was the 19th, Saturday. It was a miniature course in geography. It was hot, but not roasting. I saw not one other person, not even a golfer on the thirteenth hole at Merced Hills Golf Club.
Those were mostly the flying birds whose portraits are worthy for your eyes.
The foliage is not truly changing to fall. Wait a week or two.
I'll be back.
The inlet lake off the canal's terminus.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2013 - 08:46pm PT
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Could be the worst boondoggle disaster ever, though much of it has potential.
--Jaybro, and I take it out of context from the Ender's Game thread
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Sitting alone in the dark
Listening to the lyrics of a meadowlark
Nothing getting in the way
It's the best part of a summer's day
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2013 - 10:08pm PT
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A SUMMER EVENING
by Isaac Watts
How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun!
How lovely and joyful the course that he run.
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there followed some droppings of rain!
But now the fair traveller's come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best.
He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.
Just such is the Christian; his course he begins
Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins,
And melts into tears; then he breaks out and shines,
And travels his heavenly way;
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace,
And gives a sure hope, at the end of his day,
Of rising in brighter array.
Old-school engraving.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2013 - 10:27pm PT
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band·width
noun ELECTRONICS
1.
the range of frequencies within a given band, in particular that used for transmitting a signal.
2.
the energy or mental capacity required to deal with a situation.
"he lives alone, and says he doesn't have the bandwidth to handle a steady relationship"
This is not a description of a Sensitive New Age Guy.
Sounds more like a burn-out.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Seven miles in one minute using solid rocket fuel.
More wide band for the Great Machine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2013 - 12:01am PT
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"My ideel."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 22, 2013 - 09:06pm PT
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Not many folks cover Sunshine Superman, but Donny did get Jimmy Page in on the act and some guy called Royal Albert (apparently not related to Royal Robbins).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2013 - 10:11pm PT
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Guest Editorial
RECOVERY DRAG: The Age of Cheats.
One day in the 1980s my father called to share some exciting news. A shot-putter on his track team—Dad was a high school athletic director—was breaking all the state records. “This kid spent the whole winter in the gym, lifting weights. Real dedication. A testament to hard work.” Then Dad paused and added, “He has a terrible temper. The coaches don’t know that to do with him.”
“That’s interesting,” I said. “Does he happen to have a lot of acne on his shoulders and back?”
“Yes,” Dad said. “How’d you know?”
“Steroids, Dad. The sudden bulk, the bad temper, the zits. Classic signs.”
Then Dad said something that betrayed the weak link in his optimistic and innocent 20th-C American attitude: “Our kids would never take steroids.”
I truly believe America is going through a bad patch that future historians may well call “The Age of Cheats.”
MLB was at a low ebb after the 1994 players’ strike. Then saviors appeared in the form of sluggers with the bodies of Greek gods: Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa, Barry Bonds. The assault on the home-run records of Babe Ruth, Roger Maris and Hank Aaron began. America was hooked. But some inconvenient details were overlooked. Sosa was a former 165-pound rookie who weighed 220 pounds the year he banged out 66 homers, chasing McGwire’s 70. Bonds was the best natural athlete ever to play baseball. But the fast and graceful Bonds, who used to hit 40 home runs and steal 40 bases with exceptional agility when he weighed 185 pounds, suddenly bulked up to 230 pounds and could barely bend over to tie his shoes. His spirit turned mean. But he hit 73 home runs one year. And America loved it.
We also fell in love with a cyclist, Lance Armstrong, who beat cancer and won the Tour de France seven times. Armstrong claimed he was clean—and still does. But how many clean athletes pay a consulting doctor who was banned from sports in his native country, Italy (and recently from all Olympic sports in all countries)? The US Anti-doping Agency says Dr. Michele Ferrari advised Armstrong and teammates on how “to inject [banned oxygen-enhancer] EPO intravenously in order to avoid the drug showing up in a urine drug test.” The way one cheats in endurance sports is to boost the oxygen-carrying capacity of the blood. Drugs like EPO will do that as will blood transfusions. Armstrong may have some or all of his Tour de France titles stripped [a done deal—this piece was written for August, 2012, publication].
Cycling and Olympic sports are often cited as the dirtiest sports, but that’s only because pro team sports, abetted by their players’ unions, turn a blind eye. Does anyone seriously believe that NFL players are cleaner than, say, Olympic swimmers? To believe that is to believe that the arc of human evolution suddenly jumped the curve in the late 1980s, producing a race of 300-pound men able to leap tall buildings and run the 40-yard dash like a bullet.
As Go Sports...
Cheating in sports is but a single facet of the cheating that’s rampant today in everything from education to finance to government. The financial meltdown of 2008 was a bonfire of bad behavior on all sides. Fannie Mae is built on the lie that every American is capable of paying a mortgage. Mortgage lenders steered victims into loans they could never pay. But the victims were not all innocent. Many lied on loan applications, claiming incomes the never had.
President Obama wrote a biography based on fabrications, which he admitted to this year. The oddest of those lies concern the “girlfriend” he now says was a “compression” of real people. Even small lies reveal character.
[I, personally, have never heard of this allegation/confession. Feckin’ feds. Never a dull moment!]
A new and growing form of cheating is taking place in our high schools. During tests, particularly SATs, kids are popping speed and prescription drugs meant to treat attention-deficit disorder. Anything for an edge.
Make no mistake, our Age of Cheats is a sign of rot. The US government fudges its numbers (by way of the monetary printing press). Our pols call reduced growth rates “cuts in spending.” Our biggest banks take obscene risks and cry poor when they don’t work out. But we’ve risen above moral rot before. The US has transcended slavery and civil war, as well as periods of rampant corruption and paralyzing resentment.
Let’s hope the Age of Cheats is drawing to a close, because a full recovery won’t be possible until it’s over.
--Rich Karlgaard, Forbes Magazine, August 2012
[I ripped this magazine off from the VA Clinic. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa.]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JshczTJaj70
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milli_Vanilli
“It’s not what you do, it’s what you get caught doing.”--A CHP officer on the Bay Bridge in 1977. (Too frequent lane changes—I coasted on that one.)
I know I’ve cheated---in my heart, anyhow. (Jimmy Carter famously got away with this, so I can, too, I feel.)
I have Fifth Amendment rights, however.
Plus, and this is the most important thing: I’ve never been caught!
And I admit to having watched and not called attention to Cowboy Larry’s gleeful and ebullient use of a “cheater stick” on the roof pitch of the South Face of Washington Column.
If you are gonna cheat, Washington is a fairly safe bet.
But I can’t take the guilt any longer, even though I refuse to be called a true hypocrite, just a real smart-ass.
I’m not sitting here on a velvet throne, laying down dictation. It’s up to you if you want the REAL DEAL or some dissatifying thrill that soon fades in your own mind, clouded by the guilt.
As the foul-mouthed parrot learned to say, “YOU know!”
Go for it, hang-dogs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 22, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
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Earl Clark (Mr. Universe and proprietor of World Gym) tried to recruit Leonard Sell into his steriod regimen back in 1962 in Chula Vista. The result, Lenny got more pussy than Ronnie Hawkins. Did either one cheat on his wife? Did either wife cheat on the body builder? Was Len Sell gay.
These are the questions that haunt our times.
Like the Naked City, there are millions of these stories, questions and answers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2013 - 11:59pm PT
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Calling all Cragmens!
I refuse to post that picture again tonight!
zBrown, don't you do it here, pull-ease!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 23, 2013 - 12:28am PT
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A little known fact is that the HA phone prefix, as in HA 0-2020, is the short form of Hancock. For a good time and some steroids, call it.
Meanwhile. Failure to communicate.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2013 - 12:35am PT
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How trivel.
I hate to burst your bubble, but can't you do better than that?
Like the DD in Naval Hull Classification, which really means only "Destroyer."
And the Z classification is full of hot air, mostly.
Airships
ZMC: Airship Metal Clad
ZNN-G: G-Class Blimp
ZNN-J: J-Class Blimp
ZNN-L: L-Class Blimp
ZNP-K: K-Class Blimp
ZNP-M: M-Class Blimp
ZNP-N: N-Class Blimp
ZPG-3W: surveillance patrol blimp
ZR: Rigid Airship
ZRS: Rigid Airship Scout
The smoking lamp is lit.
The USS Handjob was the ship of choice for my bud and Merced Flame, Jack Meade. His buddy Lurch, a Wisconsonian, was my tripping partner on Saturdays in La Ciudad, its home port, when I was st TI.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Hancock_(CV-19);
A CV may be likened to a small, self-propelled, floating National City.
I am full of hot air. Blimps are filled with non-flammable gas, hydrogen, I guess I think I remember.
Don't put me in charge of flotation, OK, Chief?
There was a sailor who hung on the end of a blimp's rope a bit too long and the craft rose so quickly he could not safely let go and drop to the ground, and so he waited until he could no longer hold on.
This happened in La Jolla in the days of infamy.
And up in the SF Penisula there is this good story from 1942.
http://www.historiesmysteriesandstrangeness.com/2013/09/the-ghost-blimp-of-world-war-ii.html
Observe the change in airship hull classification from L to Z-whatever.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 23, 2013 - 12:38am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2013 - 01:03am PT
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EVERY picture tells a story.
STring them together and you have a big story.
The doctor, however, will not stay away, because THE DOCTOR NO LONGER CALLS AT YOUR HOUSE.
IT TAKES FOREVER TO GET TO SEE HIM IN THE OFFICE, TOO!
Nice story, zBrown!
See what you done done?
[Click to View YouTube Video]I wouldn't mention the fact that that was recorded in Canada, Toronto, to be specific, ordinarily. But nobody tells me what not to tell.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 23, 2013 - 11:10am PT
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It's interesting to just apply your own stories to the photos while they rest. However, that last is identified as James Dean in New York.
On another front.
Dame dulces o te convierto en un hipopótamo!
Or as the lawyer said to the doctor, asked and answered.
Mexican children gather sweets for el día de los muertos, not for Halloween, so they're not 'trick-or-treating', even if they appear to be doing the same thing at pretty much the same time of year (if you follow...). Salen a pedir el muerto.
They chant (in Zacatecas, at least):
El muerto quiere camote
Si no se le cae el bigote
La viuda quiere una ayuda
Para su pobre criatura.
If you give them sweets, they then say:
Esta casa está bendita porque nos dieron comidita.
I've forgotten what they say if you don't give them anything (equivalent of 'trick').
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 23, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
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You talkin' to me?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 24, 2013 - 04:36pm PT
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Where did you dig up those black and whites, Mr. zBrown?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 24, 2013 - 05:19pm PT
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I've been trying to figure that out myself. Mr. Mouse.
The James Dean with camera is ez, the others above are giving mew fits.
http://25.media.tumblr.com/WiihaJRTRmxdgm2qI41FQsDCo1_500.jpg
EDIT: Those photos were on a site with tons of historic photos which I have been unable to navigate back to. If a picture is worth a thousand words and I have access to tons of photos, how much will the book weigh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 24, 2013 - 07:53pm PT
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If the mew fits, wear it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 24, 2013 - 08:40pm PT
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"mew", I believe, is the contracted form of "me and you", though it's also my mom's (married) initials.
meanwhile, not black and white
This photo was the main prize winner in Swiss Press Photo 2007. It was captured on the Aletsch Glacier to highlight the vulnerability of the melting glaciers. It was organized by Greenpeace in collaboration with a US artist Spencer Tunick, August 18, 2007.
So Hank Williams died when Emmylou was five, me too (me2? didn't die, but I was five). Even weirder, Sam Cooke died, one week before my (high school señor) birthday, at the Hacienda Motel at 9137 South Figueroa Street (down the road apiece from Gower Avenue, nee Street).
Still looking for someone who gets outa this world alive, or the corollary, is not gonna die.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 01:15am PT
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So, on that note, let me real-ate the sad news of Lem's passing, happened during Facelift, his face lifted to the Lord, washed in the blood, he was.
I visited with the mother of the Rev on the phone, hoping for better news, but it happens to the best of us and the rest of us.
Saw Jeff and Denny yesterdy, havin' been to Arch Rock, Cascades, and Crane Flat look-out.
Battery in the camera died. Nothing to get in the way of our re-hashing of our lives, our tales of woe, outright lies and wishes for the future.
Chicken dinner, eggs and taters and bacon and toast and jam for breakfast, a gift from Denny, even though today's her 60th birthday.
And I just got off the telephone with sister Lenna, turned 62 today and called to remind me it's her birthday, too, yeah!
They share the 24th of October, just like Bob shares his BD with me and Queen Victorinox.
I had a terrific journey these last couple days, beginning with an ALPINE START on Wednesday, going to El Portal with the early-morning commuters from Mariposa and the area. This is not recommended if what you as a driver is a quiet cruise in the early-pearly.
These guys know the road and run right up your butt, tail-gating shitheels is what they are, driving in their car, prolly late for work, or amped on coffee, thinking they are in a race.
"Fecking touron, outta my way!"
I used to be the same ass-wipe type. And they all passed me, with my permission. I could have gotten really pissed and done something like speeding up so the jerks might learn to respect the other drivers, but hey, they got jobs and families, so let them earn their bread, and know they'll either die or get wise driving so uppity-like.
And why make an unsafe, useless gesture in the dark? Pointless, futile, and not cool.
Let's see...Lenna's Lieback on Swan was done this date in '70 or '71, by Dennis Miller (the Millis) and the Mouse, so she would have been turning (you do the math--I've had too much white zin) and she was a young mother, married to a Mormon softball and golf nut who shot himself in the stomach over not being acceptable as a life partner for their daughter by the Bermingham elders, Boomer and Bobbye.
As the world turned into the future, who would have perdickted a divorce?
Mom.
He smoked POT!
HAPPY GIRTHDAY TO DENNY---start eating oatmeal!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LENNY---keep on eating what you do, you loook FABULOUS, MAH-VELOUS, even, for a waitress at Woods Creek! They all got something to which they might aspire.
Love ya, sis!
(Lenna's a LURKER, so beware.)
Want to shout out to Khanom and Vicky, too. I almost thought I'd stop by to say high, but I was intent on the Rev's loss. Next time...and I'll call in advance, like polite folk.
For my dear sister Lenna, for dear Denny, and anyone who is a fan of Mr. Knot, there.
Dance, ya fools!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 01:45am PT
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Tim Bermingham of the Senior Sarazen flight probably had the best day of anyone on Sunday. Bermingham, playing out of Jamestown, came out on top in his first ever tournament on tour and he won two skins worth a nice chunk of change. Bermingham’s enduring round of 80 was one better than Cupertino’s Lewis Kidd (81) and shot him to the top of the Senior Sarazen Order of Merit.
WAY!!!!
http://thegolfchannel.bluegolf.com/bluegolf/thegolfchannel14/event/thegolfchannel1477/recap.htm?r=11c6cd01-46a8-4798-ae5d-5d647e90b2bf
Tim, the fishing guide, has a lot of balls.
I'm tellin' ya, fish find HIM! They want to be stars on AnglerNet.
I know this cat that has ALL the episodes on CD.
http://www.facebook.com/tim.bermingham.7?fref=ts
Anyone who's serious about the Merced River needs to speak with Tim and my older bro, Mike. You think I like the river? I love the river.
These two depended on it's rich bounty for a major portion of their lifetimes.
I'm sort of like a passerby in comparison.
But I'm a better photographer, IMHO.
And neither of them climbs.
Check out the light on the trees on the top of the Lost Arrow, here.
MICE LIGHT IN OCTOBER.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 02:04am PT
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This set's for my li'l BC buddy, Big Mike.
Addiction is both a terrible and beautiful thing.
I want to do this with you when you return to Yosemite.
I managed it when young. I will spot you and e'en supply a top rope if you want one (you will).
Mike came from BC looking for crack.
When he finally found it, they told him,
"Go back. We're closed."
Mike got hosed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 02:24am PT
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From Larry Jones of Richmond, one of the original Apathy House (he named it this) Flames. His wife of long-standing, Barbara, passed away as I was traveling to ren-devious with T Hocking for our trip to Tom's Thumb. He has been busy taking care of business, but found time for a fun time in the Sierra Nevada.
I headed to Merced to meet up with Brian (his younger brother and wife) and Judith and we headed out for some backpacking. Looking forward to the Banner/Ritter area, but smoke from Aspen fire put a kibosh on that...so we went up into the Carson-Iceberg area and back into Long Lake. Next morning we had smoke so we hiked out. Went up on Sonora Pass and that night west wind shoved the smoke to Nevada. We hiked south on PCT until we got to a ridge that looks south across Yosemite and down into Banner/Ritter area (pic attached). We had a good time even if it wasn't what we planned.
This was back in early summer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 03:47am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 04:02am PT
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As I proceeded on my way back to Merced from Greeley Hill, map-less and trusting to instinct about my knowledge of the Mariposa hinterland; I left the Rev's place and took the long way home, via unknown roads, bulwarked by a good breakfast and plentiful gasoline and water and good old PLUCK. I felt cocky, yeah. It proved to be a worthwhile venture.
I encountered two weary-looking bicyclists going up this real hard-core uphill and offered them good luck and told them that they had a lot of guts. One shouted out, "That or we're just fecking stupid."
I found a beautiful little spring about half the way up that grade. I waited and waited for the cyclists. No show. On to Mariposa.
And the camera's battery was TOTALLY out of juice.
Just as I am.
Sweet dreams...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 07:10am PT
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Don't look for me at the Oakdale Festival.
Won't be there.
Wayno, gonna miss seeing you--give me a call when you get into the vicinity.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 07:13am PT
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OLD CALI vs HELLAFORNIA
In the forest you may hear the mouse,
But first get away from your own rank house.
Nature sings to us
One set of ears at a time,
But it’s an age-old rhyme
And an even-older melody.
Coyote sings.
Kokopelli plays.
We all can dance.
While some do,
Others don’t--
Instead they’ll chant some chants.
We live together with the fantasies
And we fall apart
Only when they are forgotten,
With casual-seeming ease,
Which is done constantly nowadays.
Used to be Okie-lifornia.
Times change.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 08:10am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 25, 2013 - 06:31pm PT
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http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1815459&msg=1816892#msg1816892
I've found him. Our friend Warren the naturalist is living over near the Rev in the Greeley Hill-Pine Mountain duburban sprawl and Jeff's doing some work for him this week--as a matter of fact, he was heading over there yesterday after I had breakfast with Denny and he...
His full name is Warren White and he has a list of achievement which sounds very impressive on Linkedwhatever, the online privacy-invader, career-enhancer website.
Warren, who bolted that pet rock for the amusement of tourons, is another heavy like the Warren-who-bolts-walls, though not nearly so famous.
I found this shot of him there.
I'm not certain where he lives, but he and Jeff are well-acquainted since they go back so damn far, to 1971.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 25, 2013 - 11:22pm PT
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On the road again, eh?
More black and whites.
Ken & Neal counsel on the evils of cigarette smoking.
Ronnie & The Hawks counsel on the evils of Marylou. Drove that cat until he flipped his lid.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 26, 2013 - 05:30am PT
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Mouse drove a far piece. He did indeed.
He drove thru the town of Turlock tonight at roulette hour.
Don't.
Oakdale is best approached from the south on 99 to Monte Vista and take the right. Connect to Geer Road down past the university, and turn left, and don't stop till you are in Oakdale.
Before you get to the center of town, find C Street, turn left. Then turn right after two short blocks.
You are now, or should be, at the Bianchi Community Center.
Have fun.
Tonight was a blast.
I'm going again in the morning to the doings.
My contibution to the Black and White.Bogus moon...the real Selene, and only half of her, just now rose around two. :)
The festival's real, though.
I hope some of you undecideds can afford ten bucks for the single day.
It would be worth it.
I wouldn't steer you wrong.
There is a vile odor of cowshid m-a-nating from manure farms just before you get into Oakdale. Take a clothespin.
The cheapest gas on 99 was in Turlock--$3.49/gal.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 26, 2013 - 06:00am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 26, 2013 - 11:01am PT
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T Hocking
I had to stop and shoot this on J-19 north of Turlock.
There was some cutie named Hannah working there, would you believe?
Of coursen't.
In answer, RR has a form of Parkinson's, according to scuttlebutt. He's aware of the love. It was hard to watch the contrast between him today and him on the West Face of Sentinel when he was very much in his prime.
Looking forward, got plans to travel Hannah-wards any time soon? Please stop in on the way, if you can make the time. I want to introduce you to my pet rock.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 26, 2013 - 06:15pm PT
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All this time I thought it was Warren Harding you were looking for. Shoot, I coulda found the other Warren just like
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that.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 27, 2013 - 02:55am PT
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That's low, my bro...
The low-down TOE is in Winton, California, minutes north of Castle Air Museum.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 28, 2013 - 09:44am PT
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A physics problem from the Bird from a summit conference/safety meeting this weekend at Oakdale.
A national socialist, a communist, and a socialist are thrown off of a rooftop at the same time. Which hits the ground first?
They all hit at the same time because they are all the same thing.
And then the conversation turned to realpolitik and his private room at the YV jail.
He said he can't go to Canada any longer, partly because of that joke.
At a Mexican restaurant for lunch, I came up with this version.
The three are a liar, an adulterer, and a politician.
Jim was a good mentor when I first showed up.
I reminded him of the cryptic advice he gave me one time: "Left side of Reed's." He explained it that if one wanted to tick a 5.10, this was a good start. Right side in on the left side, he said, is the key to success there.
I still had to figure that out for myself, but I did.
He always bucked us up. And so did Kim Schmitz.
I would like to say that Jim may have problems but he's helped me solve some of mine.
So thanks, Bird. It was great to have spent some time with you and your stories on Saturday.
On this successful ascent, our heroes drove their vehicle up the incline to shorten the approach and it go stuck in the sand. They needed to take signage down and place the board under the tires to help get traction. Some rain helped pack the sand, fortunately.
The climb itself took about four hours. The involvement with getting their ride salvaged took over five hours. And they had to lie down on the summit to keep from being observed by tribal policemen. Plus they climbed the route on the side of the tower opposite from the lookout view.
Berg heil!
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phylp
Trad climber
Millbrae, CA
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Oct 28, 2013 - 10:59am PT
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Those black musician pieces are amazing! Are they carved wood or ceramics?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 28, 2013 - 11:14am PT
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They are ceramic, Phylyp. They are in a "thrif shop" down the way from me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 29, 2013 - 10:49am PT
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Hey there sleigh!
This is from WZZM in Muskegon, MI, where Santa really wants to open a seasonal branch production unit with neebee in charge, but SHE'S TOO BUSY WITH CRITTERS AND GIFTS ALL YEAR LONG AS IT IS!
Sorry, Santa Claus! You piker!
http://muskegon.wzzm13.com/news/education/63960-fruitport-mom-upset-over-song-lyrics
The Twelve Days After Christmas
(Frederick Silver)
(Not sung to the same tune as the other song!)
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.
Then, with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge,
That my true love, my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obscene.
The five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green.
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA.
On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the . . .
Eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
'Leven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming
(spoken) Well, actually I kept one of the drummers(girls)
Well, actually I kept one of the maids a-milking(boys)
And sent them back collect.
I wrote my true love, "We are through, love"
And I said in so many words,
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!"
(echo of "four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree.)
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Oct 29, 2013 - 01:18pm PT
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Man, that's one big, Herbert!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 31, 2013 - 08:10pm PT
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Well Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
In the fight the followed
He laid that deputy down
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 31, 2013 - 08:35pm PT
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Noah's critters.
Job's daughters.
Jehovah's witnesses.
McNamara's band.
Tuba twos days at the zoo.
Tunite's there's day.
I'm so not there.
My best friends are a burdon unto me.
Say, zBrown's hosses could not eat there hay.
No sh#t, these hosses blended into the meadow I didn't realize they were about! The brown and the black showed, then the next two browns, and I hustled away from there.
I thought I was having an angler's nightmare.
Black bass?
Brown trout?
Brown Bess?
They shoot hosses, and all I remember about them is from the late sixties and how Sybil Shepherd got her name.
And re-runs of Alfred Hitch-C*#k movies.
A little bird told me:
[Click to View YouTube Video]In so many notes.
It wasn't a dove.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Just logging in. Sometimes it's a great notion. Who's the suit?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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The suit probably wants to remain anonymous, being as how he appears to be presiding over what appears to be the first recorded instance of death by tree jaws.
Could be the notorious Judge Dread. Just don't judge him by his shoes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As they promised in Leap of Faith,
MIRACLES AND WONDER!!!!
I was just this morning thinking of Judge Dred, the Stallone icon. And the Drudge Report, not that I've ever looked at it. But my boss at the 2000 US Census read it every day when he got to the office.
"I can smell trouble like sh#t on a grill."
"I never knew a problem a little Chuck Berry couldn't fix....Well, life's too short to go without music."
"She wants me."
"A woman is like a slingshot, the greater the resistance..."
"You wake up really itchy...I'll have the KKK omelet...whites only."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's right, NO cigars.
Ash tree.
Smoke tree.
Teleme tree.
I just need psychia tree.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Random mule.
Random placement.
Random number.
Random crack, 5.9+.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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She knows what you want, but I know what you need.
Been building a tent with a plywood floor to put all our junk in (well, not that junk), before we finally throw it/give it away. Sissy-fuss!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Not 'Berkeley enough.'
"It hasta be Cragmont."
And I climbed 5.10 along with my English Breakfast back then, too...
It was a miracle I made it up Midterm. Berkeley's a rough school, surprisingly. A bear of a place, in fact.
Pratt fled.
I fled.
The only ones who didn't are the Left Behinds.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Bruce, an outlaw,
Chula Vista knew him well.
So, he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in California
Was added to his name.
The way I hear, he walked them by his self.
Not wood, not ceramic, cell-u-lloyd
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Brother Mike relayed this vintage photo and the story.
Our family owned land in Delta along the river for years.
The Vollmers, store owners there, were our kin.
Outlawry is a rewarding business.
Until you get caught.
Blake Barth, highwayman, poularly known back in the day as "Bowles of Chile," was acknowledged as one of the best of the outlaws who wrote poems.
He had spent time with Paulownia No Rudder, a not-so-famous Patagonian fishing guide and shaman who made his home in Tierra del Fuego.
Of course, the other highwayman, Black Bart, got the ink!
Charles Bowles, like many of his contemporaries, read "dime novel"–style serial adventure stories which appeared in local newspapers. In the early 1870s, the Sacramento Union ran a story called The Case of Summerfield by Caxton (a pseudonym of William Henry Rhodes). In the story, the villain dressed in black and had long unruly black hair, a large black beard, and wild grey eyes. The villain robbed Wells Fargo stagecoaches and brought great fear into those who were unlucky enough to cross him. The character's name was Black Bart.
Bowles may have read the Sacramento Union story. He told a Wells Fargo detective that the name popped into his head when he was writing the first poem and he used it.
Bowles left only two authenticated verses. The first was at the scene of the August 3, 1877, holdup on a stage traveling from Point Arena to Duncan's Mills:
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.
—Black Bart, 1877
The second verse was left at the site of his July 25, 1878, holdup of a stage traveling from Quincy to Oroville. It read:
Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse.
—Black Bart
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is All Saints' Day.
I am obliged to go to mass as a Catholic.
How "Golgothic."
(Golgotha, or Mt. Calvary, is so named because it is "the place of the skull.")
No fingers, neebee.
Just the center of the hand.
Thank you, Jesus. Seriously.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Yes, as through the forum he wandered
He saw the strangest women and funny men
Some, masters of the six-gun,
Some can't work a fountain pen.
Be vigilant
Don't believe hoss-sheeeit
Pray for something, even if it's only surf
Don't tread on the children of the corn, or any children
Remember, money can't buy you love
Love your neighbor as yourself
Get over it, if you can
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Walking the pre-dawn.
Treading the wet lawn.
Wishing for days gone.
And on. And on.
So on top we stop.
The cross goes DROP!
Then nails are applied:
The Son of Man has died;
And then the New Day.
Jesus not just a pawn.
He's since had His nails done;
Though His new robe is prete a porter.
No time for a Jewish mom's worry
And concern over proper raiment,
For God has received His
One and Only Payment.
Master Card.
Priceless.
In keeping with traditional concerns for the spectrum of thought,
belief, and style:
U2/Lemon (Perfecto mix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFWk18abWWA&list=PL9CA1CCB6E30644D0
It's Yellow Friday.
Black and White is a thing of the past, like last Monday's laundry.
New Blue Cheer.
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Same as the Old Blue Cheer, simply more oxymoron involved.
Bony Moronie, anyone?
Told her momma and her poppa, too: An Apple a Day.
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"Live Better Electrically."--PG & E slogan from the sixties
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I contend that one can live better numismatic-style, with lots and lots and lots and lots of coin.
But too much Heavy Metal is a bad thing.
There were scarcities of various metals during the War to Save the World from Bratwurst, didja know?
The Govern Mint took that problem and solved it, but not without a lot of help from northern friends--Thank you and merci, Canada.
http://voices.yahoo.com/silver-nickels-steel-cents-replaced-regular-us-423957.html
They never shut down during military conflicts because of money problems, but only in peacetime.
Pols are not miracle workers, just opportunists.
The real spirit of America is beyond their reach.
In God we must trust.
Says so on the money.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Could be the notorious Judge Dread. Just don't judge him by his shoes.
You can tell a lot about a climber by looking at his shoes.
Two feet. One left. One right.
Likes colors. Likes BRIGHT colors.
Knows a word or two of the french language. RD, PA, par example.
Can tie his overhand knots.
Probably does little aid.
Has a certain size of foot.
Climbs a little bit. Or they are new shoes. Or he just uses the hell out of the shoes, which is what I would hope.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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BIG MONEY.
NO MONEY.
Bad times are repeatin',
Farmer Joe takes a beatin',
His kids ain't been eatin',
Jolly banker,
Jolly banker,
Jolly banker am I.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Mortgage_Crisis_of_the_1930s
//You should avoid foreclosure if at all possible....Some frauds may even
use words like "federal" or "government-approved" or acquire website
names that make ...//
http://www.usa.gov/Citizen/Topics/Family/Homeowners/Foreclosure.shtml
http://www.nationalmortgagesettlement.com/
And the cycle re-starts with homies picking up realty really cheap and then reaping the profits and so on so their kids can grow up big and strong and go climb and listen to Woody.
We are only human, all us bankers, payment-dodgers & itinerants.
Forgive us our debts.
Let the Sunday funnies begin, church is ended, the collection plate's...meh
Go in peace.
Pray to God for the likes of the Plaidman, a very glad man, just about now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Since it is a day of rest,
And Tommy C has been put to the test,
This is for his efforts, the best;
Man, get that obsession off of your chest.
Fergeddaboutit...a day at a time...lest
You get addicted, not just obsessed.
We all are tootin' and rootin',
And some of us askin' the Master
To help you heal faster,
You studly Cap blaster.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Not wanting too wander too far afield, here's some rocks, Santa, and Ol' Susana all in one. Not to mention of course, The Native Daughters of the Golden West.
All the world's a stage, not all of it is a stage road.
The plywood floor tent worked out great. First strong wind that comes up I'm going to be converting all that wood to the hull of my new yacht.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Midnight Cat At the Oasis.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, so sorry.It was just a gopher, not mr musteLID.
Oh, I floated back into Merced from the canyon and culverts in that canyon of mercy.
Met a few folks again.
Missed some I knew who knew THOSE folks
And it was fueled by Mousish Drems of shooting Plaidman's Dream.
Way off the beam.
I left it too late.
Sorta finding a gate
That lead to an old meme
And then fulfilled with Plaidman's Dram,
An honor extreme
To have met him,
The Current Stud of the Merced.
Almost as soon as he debarked, MFM approached his homeboy for some "must" and got down with Pacifico (Clara)meant to go to Midpines and the bachelor Simpson brothers. I guess there's 3 of 'em living there at Bear Creek...
I know of 2, Isaac and Jeremiah. Talking to Robbie Nelson, there's at least 3, Devin's the other brother. Don't know him.
Their cat's cute. Their place is about what you'd expect.
Targets.
Brush.
Projects, either finished (!)--diminished (2)--or un-finished (lots).
They were all born in Mariposa County. They live the outlaw lifestyle and play good music and spread good vibes.
They weren't at home.
I left a little gift.
I did meet the landlady, LuAnn, and HER dog, Bear, who has adopted her.
Weird how that works.
He was Isaac's dog 2 months back. Isaac was almost ready to move, kind of in between, so Bear decided he liked LuAnn better than the Simpsons...with
That Midnight CAT
Hangin' round,
Hangin' round...
Quarter-a-mile away
Bear found a way
To make his way
Closer to,
Closer to
Yosemite
Highway!
He's otay.
Not a stray.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Triplets required.
Easy rider, oh you rider...
Merced River, Merced River...
Your brush is all tangled...
Your beach is besmirched...
Your boulders are rearranged...
But
Your man done come...
Put me on the Valley floor.
Don't want no river
Every downtown man can see.
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(See Pretty Baby at @ 1:00...I know you're gonna smile in triplets...cuz Taj is the King of Them Triplets, not that she's a triplet...she's just gettin' bored...NO MORE MUSID! Please?)
The Rooster crowed.
The Dun Crow cried,
"Go east, young Al. Go west, young guy,
Wither you will, but don't ask me why."
The river's whisk took me to the bottom and look what turned on up.
I never come down.
--Mountain Jack
Hollow, like a mountain shack.
Please won't you bring my baby back?
Ribs and ranch beans,
They'll do fine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Who can break from the snares of the world
And stand with me among the white clouds?
Clouds...coulds...meh!
It's "can" that's the power.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm stumped on the tree removal question.
Is it okay to have loved climbing so much that we lost that tree? Apparently some feel it is okay, but it's split milk, ex post facto, get a grip and try to keep it from happening again.
The trundling fools (whom you'll recall "trundled" their prize all of three feet) are worse by one degree, I feel. No real good or bad was accomplished, it was just superstupid, even to film it, watch it, or worry about it as much as we seemed to have worried about it by talking about it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ducks on the pond.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's a "nice" place, if you like "plain food."
The cook's name is Chiloe and he is a marvelous whistler, kind of like the Mono wind; and Nicely's is year-round dependable, like the Mono wind.
There are neither fish tacos nor Mono Cone chili dogs in November.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Let's go back to the teepee and eat, my son. My new snake wife cooks dog very well.--Old Lodge Skins
Hotcakes and sausage.
Waffle stuffed with jalapeno bacon.
Pulled pork on cheeseburger and Longboards.
India Pale Ale, half a bottle, I'm driving...
Purr-fecto!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tad, got any bum wad on ya?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Next stop is the Snow Flake Drive In in South Tahoe.
We had coffee and I hit the road.
A short, sharp visit with the newest Flame and his flames, Sweet Sally and Max.
Mad Max of Moundhouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There were a few things I got on in the Purple Sagebrush.
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There were several nice cracks over there in Nevada.
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You have to choose the right rock type or you pay dearly.
That was the best advice I had from Ron on both the rock climbing and the "rock climbing." It's true, that I prefer the chunkier types.
I used my time wisely and I only drove when I wanted to drive.
Pristine lives alone above 395.
I pulled over to let azzhats be themselves on someone else's azz.
The West Walker was not running but just barely hobbling.
The South Fork of the American couldn't have supplied Kyburz.
Calaveritas Creek was a calamity.
And the Snow Flake was a bit on the dry side, as well.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mule's ear always made good bum wad.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 10, 2013 - 05:29am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, what a neat road trip...
looks like it was time well spent, too!
road trips are twice as fun, when you can also go visit, and
when the weather is well, ... :)
*say, are the dreamcatcher feathers, stuck? they are supposed to hang downward, but when i mail them, they sometimes get stuck on the frame
wrong, :O
was curious, so was just letting you know, :)
awwww, whose parrot is that?
:)
is that ron's ?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 01:45am PT
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That's Max, who lives in that box and squawks while Ron rocks.
Two really fine mounts.
I'm just gonna say that a lady who prides her work with making-up cadavers for open-casket viewing is an artist in much the same way as Ron.
Ron A. is one of the types known as auto-didactic. He instructs himself in that which interests him and enjoys both the experience of learning and the satisfaction of it. Abe Lincoln was an auto-didact. Ben Goode (Etiquette for Rednecks: Weddings, Funerals, and Picnics) is another one.
I'm trying to auto-didact my way into photograph-ph-phy.
I keep forgetting to check the auto-focus and manual focus settings and I lost a bunch of CLIMBING SHOTS today because of that, but I managed to keep a few.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 02:27am PT
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First, though, on my way through So. Tahoe I came across an old filling station on US 50 that had these old in-process re-stored cars parked in the lot.
I got run off! It's plainly posted, as you can see, but the lot is wide open, there is an office which sells lubricants and some other things, but I was told by Squirrel at Strawberry STation that the guy's out of his mind.
He had a similar run-in.
He didn't have rocks thrown at him.
The kindness of the folks at Poor Red's BBQ in El Dorado made up for the rock-tossing idiot.
I didn't finish the photos from the road trip yet.
I took another while the weather's set fair.
I got to take a five-miler after six p.m. last evening along the north side of the Merced R. from the gov't warehouse (on Foresta at the lowest El Portal bridge) down to the bridges at the Ferguson Slide, below the South Fork.
The moon was a full quarter-moon, It had just come over the south ridge-tops, and lit my way beautifully. I fetched up at the slide at about 1:30. I'd stopped at a couple of spots, mainly to entertain my blond friends from Chico, but not for long, I was out for the enduro run, no water till the pavement ended, I told myself. That was a good carrot-on-a-stick maneuver, plus I wasn't tempted to try to take any pix, it being time-wasting with no tripod. And the beers took care of the thirst. And the river keeps you from feeling it's necessary to keep hydrated, plus it's late at night, etc-etc.
The sounds on the river last night--
better than the sights.
Walker has his head down
listening to the river
revealing his thoughts.
I would hear sounds AHEAD of me
bouncing off a cliff
Which were really sounds behind me
If you catch my dright.
I was very lucky to have gotten a ride WITHOUT USING MY THUMB OR ANY OTHER DIGIT, neebee...
There was a guy in an older Astro van who was kind enough to ASK ME if he could help as I stood around with my jaw slack and my eyes vacant, gazing up the river of FAST RETURN.
I was back at the car in a flash and I dashed to the upper Tunnel parking lot to await the sunrise in blissful slumber, lulled by DREAMCATCHER TWO, still here, not lost, looking as good as one might expect after six months in the sun and moon.
Thanks for the trinket, shaddokiddo.
Jeff.Jeff.Al.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 02:58am PT
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I felt like I was in a book cover drawing.
This is a fine sunset view as well.
EC picnic area.
On the EC trail.
Fleeblast. BleeflaST.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 03:29am PT
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Then there is no mountain then there is.
Oh, What's-your-name I call your name.
--Donovan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 04:05am PT
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I hauled three bottles along cuz I didn't want to go near the water at night, except at the Cranberry Launch Site, which has lots of tables on the beach.
It's the best I've had from Sierra Nevada brewers. It helped the reverie when walking.
The lack of light in the deep shadows is like the feeling I had driving the Tioga Road the other night in the early a.m. moonless dark. Go at the same speed, see nothing on either side, cuz there's nothing there to see.
You're at lack-of-light speed in this mode.
My blond friends helped more than they know.
They were just rent-a-friends, though.
Like cafeteria coffee and conversation with four lads about young enough to be my sons--they didn't know how to take that compliment until I explained I had two about forty and the fifty-five year-old guy said Gee, thanks.
These guys had their epic on the descent from Starr King the night before.
I met a young man named Josh in the C4 lot this morning, who had never been on a wall until yesterday. He lugged cameras and lenses along to photograph Mr. Jorgenson and his partner [name escape, sorry] on New Dawn.
Josh is from JT, which happen to be his initials, too, so he didn't know what to expect but got 'er done and even remembered to bring a headlamp, which the others had forgotten to do. DOIK!
More campfire epic fodder for those three guys.
"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail."--The Bird
Thanks for the jam, Ron!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 11, 2013 - 09:13am PT
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hey there say, mouse... just checking out the flames, here, again...
have some more stuff to do though, so can't wait for all the neat pics, this time... got as far as the climbing--thanks for the shares!
:( oh my, sorry about the rocks thrown at the mouse, :O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 10:56am PT
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Thanks, my estimable ol' ST neebee.
It was in broad daylight. This Tahoe Looney may not have insurance or the scratch to put these old hulks in a building.
He's probably constantly put under strain by people wandering in just like me to bother him.
He may or may not just like to appear strange, many of us do.
Fortunately, he throws like a strong girl, so it was no biggie!
I remember a line from Little Big Man, about how Little Horse offered to take care of Little Big Man in HIS teepee. And I recall another line from General Custer from the movie, too.
"However, this is a legal action,...and the women are under strict orders not to throw rocks at the men."--Mr. General Custer, sir
It's all Truckee River over the weir.
I remember when we visited Tahoe on vacation in the fifties we were shown the outlet of Lake Tahoe into the lower Truckee Canyon. It seems the Truckee River country and Tenaya Lake and its country are both memorials to California/Nevada tribal leaders!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truckee_River
"There are many reasons people go crazy, my son. The white man cannot help his insanity, he's forced into it by his numbers."--Quynn the Indian
I found this. VERY interesting and QUITE right on.
http://soyourpartnerisaspergers.blogspot.com/2013/04/culture-or-neurology-aspergers-and-other.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2013 - 09:43pm PT
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In a relative way, my brother.
When I came home all full of it
I warmed my buns upon the seat
Farted away and found relief
From clients' woes, my boss's grief:
Better than a cigarette
'Twas the best I ever let
So smell the softly farted magic smells
E-I-E-I-O.
--DG & the Pinks
Well, I haven't any fireplace. My knees ache after this week like criminy.
I've tried to weave a great geographic rect-angle
Like a design on a Pomo pee-pot
Talk about magic smells
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 12, 2013 - 12:06am PT
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It was Veterans' Day, not Vets' Day.
Let's get this clarified once and for all, HORSE LOVERS!
All trails lead to a Main STreet, eventually.
"Let's went, Cisco!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 12, 2013 - 12:17am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2013 - 01:01pm PT
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Don't ruffle yer feathers.
"Selenity NOW! Senility, later, if ever..."
Get on yer own cloud and do a little moondream.
Try to become a whole person, not JUST A CLIMBER!
Remember when you were religious?
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And then you became irreligious/a snot?
And now you're back/still undecided/going-with-the-flow.
It's a circle, like in a net for dreams.
You're never sure if you were dreaming when you were asleep, is how it works, I THINK!
Nod to worry and a big grin for peace. :)
Where would we be with no pretty beads to worry for us? :(
Or feathers to fluff???????????????
???????????????????????????????????
Running away from problems, not meeting them like heroes, that's where.
These two vets can rest easy, having done their parts.
I really enjoyed watching the geese on the Merced yesterday.
I was reminded of fleet maneuvers, bringing to mind the heroic likes of Nelson, Horatio Hornblower, "Our Dick" Bolitho, and some of you swabs.
I drove from Briceburg Bridge/Bear Creek Bridge to the end of the road, whatever it's called, past McCabe Flats (very flat indeed).
It was a real Flames kind of cruise, very slow, very low.
I had just washed the car and it really looked like rain driving into the hills. I'm just twisted. Wash the car and HOPE FOR RAIN!
PRAYING has no effect, obviously.
Next time we'll take Geo LaF and a rifle.
Sacrifice is a big religious deal, right?
Hay, I would NEVER, EVER...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 13, 2013 - 04:48pm PT
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Isn't this the thread about chess and basketball and bomber jackets.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 13, 2013 - 06:21pm PT
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hey there, say, ... mouse... wow, this was very very nice...
liked the town folks, turning our the 'doings' and, with kids,
and even the older veterans, too...
loved all the deer and such...
and--the unruffled dream catcher, ;))
AND--the ruffled ducks...
you know:
boomer would be proud and happy for you--good job here...
*did not read or see everything yet--dial up, you know, :O
but i will be back... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 13, 2013 - 09:47pm PT
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That Pulpit Rock photo is really great Mousie.
I know, preaching to the pulpit or whatever the phrase is.
Radio Gaga, Photographic Drivel.
Take your pick Frankie Boy, my loss ... you know the drill
I Shall be Released. I hope.
Derrick with no Dominoes?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2013 - 10:03pm PT
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Friends are better than gold in the bank.
For your kind words this is my thank.
I think.
The ghost of Highway 140 walks this beautiful, desolate place with a long white veil,
The bride of Las Go Rock and Mistress of Miles Creek,
What it is she will forever seek
Remains an expensive re-model of a previous owner's concept
Of how to deal with that last idiot's trash and mess...
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
--Eurythmics/Sweet Dreams
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjlTKHFjG5g
Not to be confused with this community a bit further south.
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Rock_Haven,_California?o=2800&qsrc=999
further, too, this, FYFI.
http://geonames.usgs.gov/pls/gnispublic/f?p=gnispq:3:7928183300926341::NO::P3_FID:1659532
The name used to be “Rock Haven.”
It’s been KG’s lately; and whatever else it’s been called by various entrepreneurs who’ve owned the place in the past, it’s still the furthest place from Yosemite on 140 (that I know of—and I began traveling this road in 1961) that could legitimately be called an attempt at being a tourist trap.
Pllanada, out in the flats, is not in the tourist business, except for a gas station and a taco wagon and a mediocre drive-on-by. It’s main focus is agriculture and lowriding.
Being on Highway 140 is a two-edged sword, as business owners lucky to have survived the low spots in tourism (endemic to one-trick pony towns) might tell you. Many have just quit or been forced to quit by fires, federal shut downs, and hanta virus scares, not to mention hundred-year floods, rock slides, road construction, and various other historical events of a negative nature. Many current business owners have pretty much run through their savings after this last summer in Mariposa County, Tuolumne County, and the one on the Eastside, Lee Vining County.
It was a pipe dream (among many) of mine years ago to retire and go to the footies of the Sierra Nevada to spend the remainder of my days, maybe in a little personalized chateau/shack on the Chowchilla, or in a quiet friendly community like Greeley Hill or anyplace that has doves in the evening.
But not IN one of the towns on Highway 49, the small, quaint, idyllic places like San Andreas, El Dorado, or Moke Hill; or Sutter Creek, Jamestown or Coulterville. Maybe AROUND them, someplace, but not IN them. The kitschy, antique atmosphere is brought to you by dealers who probably see more income from internet sales, but I would not be surprised by some of the amounts that change hands in the shoppes over a simple set of handmade carpenter’s planes like the one my parents left to me--they picked them up in Le Grand, the dinky burg on the Santa Fe south of Pllanada, in 1961 and they were hung on the fireplace wall for years at home.
I can’t bring myself to hate this tourist-baiting. It seems to help the other businesses survive—the ice cream shoppes, the espresso sellers, and the crafts stores and the bars and restaurants whose owners buy into the Gold Rush gimmick, investing savings, loans, and their future as well, in what seems to be a “good bet.” Any business start-up is a bet, a gamble, a prayer, and many are a forlorn hope in the first place.
Like the Rock Haven.
It is for sale. There is a trailer of folks living there, but they are likely renters. I tried like hell not to bother anyone, parking as close/far as I figured was polite-in-a-stranger way.
As you can tell from the photos, the place is a fixer-upper. (It needs to be torched, is what it needs.)
It’s not “my ideel” as a refuge, even if it were whole and kept wind out, which it would not do in its present condition, nor rain, nor bugs, nor heat. You gotta respect the environment’s potential for discomfort and plan to deal with it, should you be interested in the lot, if not the buildings.
It’s on a busy thoroughfare, meaning big semis. It means folks parking in your yard to take photos of cattle and lichen-covered slate and oaks and highway litter. It means you may have to use ear plugs to get to sleep at night, because you’re trying to bed down less than a hundred feet off the highway’s center line!
THE PUMP STILL WORKS—a Craftsman product.
IT HASN’T BEEN TAGGED—yet.
THERE IS A GOOD SIDELINE IN KEYSTONE LIGHT CANS—easy pickin’s.
THE NEIGHBORS ARE THE PEACEFUL KINE—Black Angus.
THE NEAREST NEIGHBOR HAS WOOD—make a deal with him to watch his place/barter for fuel.
THE VIEW IS OBSCENELY GORGEOUS—Mt. Bullion and Mt. Ophir.
THERE IS CLIMBING NEXT DOOR—at Las Go Rock, just a mile downhill—bring beer, not water.
YOUR FRIENDS WILL HAVE NO EXCUSES FOR NOT STOPPING ON THEIR WAY TO THE PARK—what more could you ask for?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 13, 2013 - 10:23pm PT
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Goin' down the road feelin' good.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2013 - 11:35pm PT
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Thinking about food is a good way to spend your time if you are sitting at home.
You know, when we ordered up a dinner salad at the Four Seasons Restaurant in Yosemite Lodge, we shared a large bowl of crackers-in-plastic (refills available at no charge--can you believe it?) that was set out on the table.
There were Wheat Thins and Waverly Wafers as well as soda crackers and you'd have to be on the Lunatic Fringe not to take advantage of this bounty or, as some did, the names of the products themselves, q.v.
Being hungry takes a back seat for me anymore.
My psyche has never been so keenly aware of potential and I have never been so motivated to exploit its weird ways.
Chaos replaced by...the (relative) unknown.
Yesterday I drove to the end of Bull Creek Road, which leads downstream from Briceburg on the Merced River. At the junction is the parking lot for the picnic area, the Bear Creek Bridge, the Briceburg Bridge, and an old stone house with a derelict shack just uphill from it, which cannot be seen from the highway. Unless you stop, you’ll never know the shack there.
I spoke with a fellow-climber named “Dave,” who, after our limited conversation (I’m assuming here, in case anyone knows this dude and wants to speak up—he’s a heck of a good man, from what I seen and heard then) he’s the BLM guy on the spot. I spoke with him about 4:20, as I was leaving the area.
I recalled to him that Charlie Porter once lived in the stone house, and he said “I’ve heard of him.” How little our fame really means, because he had to think of it a bit. “I never drove any iron—I missed all that,” Dave said. “I wasn’t here.”
Charlie Porter sang a song
“Don’t need no noisy five-inch bong,
Just carry some of my Teetons along.”
But Cheech and Chong
Never drove a bong.
They drove a low-riding Chebby car.
I never met Mr. Porter, but he sounds like he was a good dude, a dedicated follower of bashin’, and an entrepreneur living on the edge of Yosemite, though he was far from retired in the early seventies. (I can’t tell you if Charlie ever placed a bashie, but I’m assuming he may have racked some on his walls—I realize that I should assume less and remember to ask more questions. Meh...)
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Charlie_Porter?o=2800&qsrc=999&ad=doubleDown&an=apn&ap=ask.com
This led us to a short re-hash of our own exploits and shenanigans, but he had work to accomplish and I had a bowl to smoke, so we parted company and went on our separate ways.
It took me over an hour to get out of the hole from the river and up to Mariposa. I got caught in the middle of a sunset.
“It was a good day to have died in the Merced Canyon, grandson. I’m hungry. Let’s go to Happy Burger. I love their sweet potato fries with mustard.”--Old Dodge Skins
I would not have had far to go to reach Paradise, had I fallen badly on the choss I chose to climb. There were all of four tents set up in the whole five miles. I saw one other car traveling the road. I could have lain for hours with no help.
Now I lay me down to die
No one here to hear me cry
The sound of water’s all that’s heard
By Passing Buck or Little Bird
It looked real easy
And it was
It was all munge-y
That’s becuz
It was really choss
Underneath
To you now I bequeath
These dying words.
Climbing is dangerous.
Climb at your own risk.
Twelve geese a-playing, eleven thousand Gray Pines, ten miles an hour, nine fingers fickling, eight feet of water (I doubt the river’s holes have much more water in them than that!), seven, six, five miles from nowhere, four does a-fleeing, three times I’d been there, two little, tiny, small-mouths are all I’ve ever caught there, and a Mouse with a dusty-ass car.
One thing Millis taught me while dining at the Four Seasons on salad and coffee was that salad is great when topped with crumbled Waverly Wafers, just as coffee is best when drunk with copious amounts of half-and-half, thereby supple-lamenting one's dirtbag diet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2013 - 01:39am PT
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One more "historic" photo and I'm off to bed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2013 - 02:03am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Do you remember your first cigarette? I want to tell you, but let's have a smoke first, darling.
This would be the place to grow, were plants legal to grow anywhere.
There arises an immediate gun problem if it happened right now in our country.
Paradise squandered, right here in this canyon, if ya ask me.
It's no wonder Charle Porter came here to live out the winters.
But it's far from private, just not well-populated this time of year or in early spring.
I'll be posting on the Merced River Photography Plan thread tomorrow.
It's been sadly neglected here lately.
I think I may be channeling Pop Laval, but that's just one possibility.
I'll sleep on it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2013 - 02:17am PT
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Andy, I'm so dang careful I am psycho about it.
I'm lucky, as of now.
Thanks, bud, for the spot, as it were.
The place had no snakes.
Makes it like unto paradise.
Another thing, lack of water.
I wouldn't drink Merced River water unless it were treated for giardia, boiled heartily, and made into a cup of coffee. I bring my own from Fern or from my tap. That's it. Why fool around with strange bacteria?
And the wildlife I do not ever bother knowingly. I refuse to chase little birds to photograph and pretty much take what comes. I get plenty of good shots without risking much; and I have learned to plan my moves (down-climbing included) and to abandon the thing if it turns the least bit sketchy.
Here is a good example I wouldn't have shown but for your comment.
This happened a few feet up on one thing I tried. A chunk came out after I rapped it with my hand. It made a good hand hold. I got up and used it to jam my foot and it was solid, but there was no place to go but down, man, after I saw the thing wasn't worth any more risk.
As far as the old bones aching, this trip was gentler on my knees and I've noticed my legs have much more resiliency to fatigue. They are ready to go right now.
I might take off in the morning again, cuz the weather's still fair.
We shall see. Maybe I can turn the Keystone Light cans into some cash for gas.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2013 - 01:09pm PT
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This is a video posted by Gypsy on her FB page lately.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Thinking of you, Ms. Flores.
Call if you find work. :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2013 - 10:34pm PT
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A toast to the vets!
God love 'em!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2013 - 11:36pm PT
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Try
RAZIN' BRAND BREAKFAST CEREAL!!
More Clifornia convicted arsonists prefer a bowl of lip-smackin', day-lightin' Razin Brand
than they do a poke in the eye with a sharp fireplace implement.
Just try it.
I heard about it through the grapevine when I worked next to Cosmo's.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And I'm just about to drink my wine.
Oh, honey, honey!
I heard it through the grapevine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2013 - 05:01am PT
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Try Facebook Rim - Fire T Shirts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2013 - 11:05am PT
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Call me a taxi, Andy.
Andy Kaufman's Brother Says Comedian Is Alive, in Love and Has a Daughter
THR, THE Holly Wood, Reporter, totally objective and guaranteed drivel-free.
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/andy-kaufmans-brother-says-comedian-655760
A mysterious woman's claims that she is the daughter of Andy Kaufman have helped to revive long-standing rumors -- fueled in life by Kaufman himself -- that the comedian may have faked his own death.
The far-fetched admission, reported first by The Comic's Comic and Defamer, occurred Monday night at the Andy Kaufman Awards, held annually at the Gotham Comedy Club. The woman was introduced by Michael Kaufman, Andy's brother, who first explained how years ago he'd discovered an essay in which Andy detailed plans to fake his death. Official records state the Taxi star died of lung cancer in 1984 at age 35. (See a copy of his death certificate here.) Were he alive today, Kaufman would be 64 years old.
Michael did so, he said, whereupon a man he did not know walked up to him and handed him a typed letter. The letter, which Michael read for the crowd on Monday night, was allegedly from Andy, who wrote that "everything was great in his life and he just wanted to get away from being Andy Kaufman," Parinello says. The letter also stated that the comedian, famous for his bizarre alter egos like cantankerous lounge singer Tony Clifton, had fallen in love with a woman and that the couple were raising a daughter together.
Michael then explained that the daughter, now 24, had made contact with him several months prior, and had subsequently agreed to accompany him to the awards. The woman then shyly took the stage, wearing a black dress covered in a pattern of colored bows. (TMZ has posted video of the moment.) No one in attendance seems to know the woman's first name, though Parinello says she went by the surname "McCoy," a name Kaufman used when checking himself into hospitals.
An account of the event posted to Facebook by one audience member says the woman then told the crowd that her alleged father "is alive" and that "the passing of [their] father [Stanley Kaufman] this July made him want to reach out" to his brother. The account calls the moment "as real as any reality that I've seen." Another account said the room fell silent during the presentation and that one woman "burst into tears" as Michael read the letter.
According to Ed Cavanagh, showroom manager at the Gotham Comedy Club, "You could see by the look on [Michael's] face that it had an emotional impact on him." Asked whether or not he believes the woman's story, Cavanagh adds, "I don't know whether somebody is perpetrating something on [Michael] or not. I'm truly 50-50 on this one."
Parinello, who met Kaufman when they were undergrads at Grahm Junior College in Boston, says he is convinced of the story's veracity, even though he attended Kaufman's funeral and saw his body with his own eyes.
"It was a closed casket," he recalls. "Only the family [and myself] actually saw the body." How then does he reconcile Monday's events? "Andy was an aficionado of meditation," he explains. "One of the things Andy was taught at the highest level was a process where one could slow down his breath to a point where you can literally fool anyone that you may be dead when in fact you are alive. So that's the one thing that Michael checked for."
Adds Parinello: "It was a very formal affair -- it wasn't as though they could prod or anything else. They were simply in the room and saw Andy lying in a coffin."
Contacted by THR, Michael Kaufman said that the woman claiming to be Kaufman's daughter was impossible to reach, for reasons he would explain later. He then excused himself, saying he had a dinner date with his wife.
UPDATE: Kaufman tells THR, "I'm as skeptical as anybody else." He then tells CNN's Jake Tapper that he believes he is the victim of a hoax.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2013 - 01:20pm PT
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"I made it to the Mexican border just fine: 690 miles in 12 days from Lodi to San Ysidro."
"I stayed in the Central Valley until Bakersfield, then climbed up to Tehachapi, then up and over to Palmdale, then down into LA where I hit the coast at Santa Monica. Your suggestion to turn south where we met was a good one and saved me several miles of poor shoulders and bothersome traffic. Thanks!
Hope your climbing adventures are good. Do you climb places like El Capitan?"
An email message from this morning from Eric, a gent whom I met on Highway 140 as I was stopped to take a picture. We were at the ag museum and he had stopped as well, just short of me and on the opposite side, but since I had intended to take shots of him as he approached and this wan't working out, I crossed over and approached him instead.
It was a pleasant encounter, one of those whimsical things. He and I are pretty close to the same point in our lives, getting out as long as we can and fulfilling some inner need and spending out time wisely.
Or trying to do that.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2013 - 01:37pm PT
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Parker Bradway/She Chose To Love Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgqNh621nBo
I am still celebrating though she's been gone these last fifteen years.
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Our honeymoon was in Wawona and IT SNOWED!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2013 - 07:23pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Liz marched right in with her sons and took possessionof my heart for all time.
My new brother-in-law, David, sang this accompanying himself on the guitar as she did so.
The only climbers present were Jim Shirley, Jeff Mathis, and the Bill Nickells--Lauren was preggers with Andy at the time.
Enchiladas made by Liz's family--her aunts and sisters, supervised by her abuela, Margaret.
My last climb had been the Crescent Arch on Daff Dome, another milestone for me, as well.
It was a consolation for failing on Lurking Fear. Liz told us to go back to the park with her blessing and get SOMETHING done worthwhile, else Kelly had made that trip out for nothing from Minnesota and she would have an unhappy Mouse with whom to deal!
She understood so much about how I ticked by then, who could ask for more?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 17, 2013 - 10:01pm PT
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Weirdest thing happened. A frame fell on my mouse and broke it, making it difficult to navigate the old ST Ocean.
How many seas (rhymes with seize - more later) must a whitedove sail?
It must be getting late. The rear wheels on my Datsun 280Z are seized. So, long story short, forget about all that macho sheeit, get yourself a $20.00 puller and pull down hard. Unless, of course, you're a hard man. Then all bets are off.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
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Those boys don't look like Lost Boys.
They look like trouble, especially that one on the left.
Wilson? And Powell?
Guessing games, the frame game, battered mice,and pulling trannies.
We got it all here on this thread, indeed we do.
I hop the new mouse is half the man your old one was, zBrown.
"Let's eat, my son. My new Cobra wife has prepared some beer-battered shrimp. She takes it out on them instead of me. She's still crazy, though."--Old Dodge Skins
THEM CHINAMEN HAS GOT A LOTTERY
Only eight years old
Bobby Gene was a tattletale
told everything he heard
like the time
he rushed in out of breath
and gasped
Harvey and Lowell played the
lottery
and won seven dollars
I ain’t lyin’ to you
them Chinamen has got a lottery
in Merced
right back of where we eat
the noodles
at Sing Lum’s Rice Bowl
Oncet I peeked behind the
curtains
and seen ‘em wearin’ funny
robes
--Wilma Elizabeth Daniels
It really is a lottery, of sorts.
I realize all the Asians are not expecting to be reincarnated.
This is probably helpful with regard to the dynamically increasing population of the world.
Goin' down the road feelin' hungry...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 17, 2013 - 10:56pm PT
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I'm glad to see the old rice bowl is still cooking, but in my recollection the Vienamese and Chinese did not get on all that well with one another.
How they decided to form a conglomerate eating establishment is beyond me.
I was reading just this A.M. that they're tearing out the aphalt at the old Mariposa Grove to allow the tree some room to breed and multiply (apparently this is old news, but news to me all the same). I was wondering if they're going to be selling little chunks of the stuff like they did with the floor of the Boston Garden.
Just who are they? I hope it's not the same group that was tracking down Butch and Sundance.
http://media.licdn.com/mpr/mpr/p/5/000/2ac/3d3/373e95f.jpg
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2013 - 01:11am PT
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The fencepost of fate is not just fickle, it is fallible, followable, and pointin' at YOU, my friend!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2013 - 03:39pm PT
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MaidInTheShade, I had to check out Lucha VaVoom when you mentioned it yesterday.
Thank you for the cheap thrill.
Here's a photo of Ringside Art.I love dose wingtips!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 18, 2013 - 05:09pm PT
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A bird was sitting right on the top of a stick the other day. Wouldn't hold the pose till I located the camera. No tree, no Mariposa, just an old broom stick. Could be a bruja.
I "won" an auction for a $9.00 replacement mouse, free shipping. Will be here sooner or later. So until then, it's El Rajon de Merced.
If you're gonna skate on ice, it better not be thin. That's what I always heard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2013 - 05:15pm PT
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Birds on the hand.
neebee, I'm being good. :0)
But still feel a little bit fickly.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 18, 2013 - 09:35pm PT
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Rust never sleeps. After 24 years the shoes rusted right to the drums. Was it cold fusion?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 18, 2013 - 10:28pm PT
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I was informed that no elephants were harmed in the making of this video. I'm not too sure of this statement.
[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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Nov 18, 2013 - 10:31pm PT
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For those who are sick of Cali-bashing!
NATIVE SON
The smell of tarweed
or what I call tarweed
is my smell of clover
I come around here
and its big aroma
flat knocks me over
These gentle-sloped cones
that I once roamed free
seemed clad year-round in dry
Brown and green
is all we seen
and was like to make you cry
The hills will hardly change
but for one short barely-wet season
and it calls to mind the past
This place won’t never change
like an old gypsy like me
who might could be home at last
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 01:21am PT
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Finger puppets?
I don't think so!
http://microsheep.com/fingerless-3d.html
"My dog likes finger bones when they are raw. He won't touch them when I boil them or they're BBQ'd."
Lassies nose knows.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 04:11am PT
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All these happy critters
Flocking out my back door
Cause me no endowonder
Give me some credence
I have photos
If you don't believe it
Where you gonna run to
When the world's on fire?
Use your bosom for my pillow
When the world's on fire.
Sowing on the mountain.
Reaping in the valley.
You're gonna reap just what you sow.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Hey, Horton, you say THEY lookin' at us'n agin'?"
"That's what I said, but I'm not Horton. It's really Alias, Alias Brown, if it matters."
"Yeah, sure, I 'member ya now! I know yer that Merrick dude. I remember ya now. Yer that thing THEY used to throw peanuts at."
"Lookin' like THEY gonna get their due at long last, hey?"
"Mebbee, jus' mebbee. We'll see."
"Check the back door. Then we'll shag outta hyar."
"Otay."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singing,
CHORUS:
Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.
There's a giant doing cartwheels,
A statue wearing high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 05:31am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 05:43am PT
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I see a lot of faces
In some pretty silly places
Do it, do it, do it,
Lookin' out my back door.
MFM
Bulgemelon Buttress on the Second Pillar, North Side of ST. Catherine church.
The Bulgemelon.If you must know what the heck a buglemelon is,
try the link way down at the bottom of the page.
The only brick.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/2232706/BULGEMELON
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 06:09am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 02:04pm PT
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I found (in my limited and naive experiences that have composed my life up to this point), that when you interact with people and treat them not as refugees or someone to be pitied, but as real people, they tend to respond in kind. They want to share their way of life, because they tend to be proud of their culture and the little that they do own.
--chick_on_ice/Yemen climbing
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2272361&tn=40
Quainte custome from ye Grayte Britayne,
which we followed in a similar manner at the Bermingham's for years as grade schoolers
in a Cal-tholic School in Sacto., not York or Leeds, but SAC!
Jesuits and Holy Namers taught us to count for this reason.
Advent - (Four Sundays Before Christmas)
Candle
Advent is not widely celebrated in England, its celebration actually originated in Germany, although in the church calendar Advent is the official start of the run up to Christmas.
Two traditions that have caught on in England are the Advent calendar and the Advent candle. The Advent Calendar originated in the 19th Century from the protestant area of Germany. Protestant Christian families made a chalk line for every day in December until Christmas Eve. Before long, commercial entrepreneurs started replacing the ephemeral chalk lines with printed calendars. The first known Advent Calendar is for the advent of 1851. Nowadays it is usually a thin rectangular card with 24 or 25 doors. The doors are numbered 1-24/25. Door number 1 is opened on the 1st of December, door 2 on the 2nd etc. Behind each door there is a Christmas scene (but the most popular ones have a chocolate behind each door) .
An Advent candle often has 25 marks on it, a bit of the candle is burned down by one mark each day. In some homes, 24 candles are kept, one for each night from December 1 through Christmas eve. One candle is lit for a while on December 1, then a new candle is added each day for the 24 day period. However, it is now more common to have four candles for the four weeks before Christmas. One candle is lit on the first Sunday, two the second week and so on. The candles were often placed on a wreath upon the dining room table. Advent candles are lit in many homes, schools and churches, in England, with a final central candle lit on Christmas Day; these are often on a hanging decoration known as an "Advent Crown." They became exceedingly popular due to a children's TV programme called Blue Peter, who every year made an advent crown from old coathangers, tinsel and candles! Well, they used to use candles, but because of health and safety insanity they now give instructions using baubles - it's not really the same...
Across the street, the Cohns celebrated their strangely similar ritual of Hannukah by lighting their candles as well. It isn't as easy or simple to understand as many Gentiles might think. Just as the Cat'licks do, they have subtle variances in the appliances used in ritual.
The Hanukkah menorah...is, strictly speaking, a nine-branched candelabrum lit during the eight-day holiday of Hanukkah, as opposed to the seven-branched menorah used in the ancient Temple or as a symbol. The ninth holder, called the shamash ("helper" or "servant"), is for a candle used to light all other candles and/or to be used as an extra light. The menorah is among the most widely produced articles of Jewish ceremonial art. The seven-branched menorah is a traditional symbol of Judaism, along with the Star of David.
--Wikipedia
What they do in Chula Vista, I have heard (via the Grapevine, where else?) is to ride extra low, symbolizing that the trunk is loaded with presents for the dozens of cousins produced by the one, true, catholic and apostolic faith, and extra slow, just to piss off the commuters behind 'em.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 02:24pm PT
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I miss the word "Secular."
I miss not having people say "Merry Xmas"
(at the very least, it's still Xmas, c'mon!)
and folks wishing me "HH" instead.
I miss the REAL CANDLES on the tree.
--IHatePlasticTrees
For the 'Run Up To Christmas.'
(That's British.)
For the pre-holiday rush.
(That Mercantile.)
For the Twelve Days of Christmas.
(That is straight off of the greenboard at St. Ignatius Grammar School.)
Here's your stupid collective present, a yellow sidewise tree, that's not coniferous, loses its leaves, but then it comes back in the spring all nice and green so get over the noble fir. There are other trees equally noble and just as useful as symbols.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2013 - 02:28pm PT
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The Bully Pulpitatiton Post.
On second thought, here's a bunch of pines, take one and put it on your heart, wood yew?
It's hard to understand other cultures. Let the tree in your heart take root and grow into something nice.
My shopping list for Xmas is done, folks.
Perpared, that's me.
Troop 98, the Yosemite Gateway Gang, taught me that perpetration is the name of the BSA game.
"I will do my duty to God and my country, etc."
And to that Secret Santa.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2013 - 12:26pm PT
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We had a little rain overnight.It wasn't a rain-out kind of rain, just enough to let you know it's wet.I wet my whistle yesterday with this yummy stuff.In the company of Cliffie and Norm.Matt and Tom liked the characterizations.
It's a little known fact there is no direct way home unless you're a bee.
Of immediate concern this morning, I seem to have misplaced Bob. I may have to get a new one and they aren't cheap.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Where'd you get your new mouse, exactly?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2013 - 12:18am PT
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Gimme a "Z!"Cheers for zBrown, my buddy-in-drivel, my mind-reading doppelganger in Baja SoCal, my ice-climbing alter-ego...
I mean it, man. *sniff*
Happy turkey extermination day!!
I hope you get one of the drumsticks.
At 4:20, the territory around Middle Earth got soaked in a cloudburst. I had just gone out to the bank and was glad I had the Red Roadent handy.
Once in the comfortable atmosphere of the tobacconist's lair, I realized that the names of climbs (and a thread about this same thing materialized out of nowhere at this same time on ST!) have similarities to the names given to tobacco blends.
It is indeed a small world, or maybe it's just my own mindishness that's showing, but it is odd, coincidental, and I expect this sort of thing all the time, now I'm older and have seen more of the world through my aging eyes and the eyes of Supertopo. (Thank you, thank you, thank you all, without fanfare, just thanks.)
FYI, my tobacco selection was "Plum Crazy." "Nutty Buddy" is a FA of mine from the seventies in YV. It could describe a tobacco blend quite easily.
As long as I was in the store, I sat for a long spell BS-ing with a Bus Driver, one LaMont , who drives for YARTS. He and I talked of climbing (a senseless avocation to him), and the rest of the group of fogies were truly amazed that I had done some walls, let alone grappled with the grape vines "up there." I assured them I had used them in my earlier days, before the hordes of yuppies tore them out and messed the place up with tat and left-behind sh#t.
Now that was a bull session.
And that cloudburst...I wish I'd been in the Merced Canyon when the thunder rolled. Maybe it will keep raining for a few days.
TIOGA PASS IS CLOSED, BTW!
GLACIER POINT ROAD, AS WELL!
Amyjo, you made it back out of there safely and in time for T-Day!
YAY!
The Misssion is providing me and hundreds of others with a free dinner at the Legion Hall on Main STreet, ten a.m. to one p.m.
Thank you, spirit in the sky.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2013 - 01:25am PT
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UC Merced Professor to speak on “Climate and Wildfires in the West.”
from the Merced County Times.
The Modesto Area Partners in Science (MAPS) will offer a presentation by Anthony Westerling, Ph. C., associate professor of Environmental Engineering and Geography at UCM on the topic of “Climate and Wildfires in the West” on
Friday, Nov. 22, at 7:30 p.m
Sierra Hall Rm 132
West Campus of Modesto JC
2201 Blue Gum Avenue
Modesto, Alabama
The event is open to the public. Admission and parking are free.
Westerling will discuss how forests in the western US, which have been intensively managed by federal agencies for over a century, have been affected by changes in fire suppression resources, technologies, and strategies, as well as by land use changes and development pressures.
Globular warming has led to an increase in large, severe fries in recent decades, a trend that is expected to continue in the coming decades as climate change continues to excellerate due to the changes in the atmosphere.
Westerling will talk about how the forests respond to a changing climate, with temperaturd and precupitation strongly influencing the types and characteristics of vegetation that fuels wildfires, their spatial arrangement, and how the respond to human actions.
For more information:
Professor Noah Hughes, 209-575-6800 or hughesn@mjc.edu
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2013 - 09:29am PT
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For my heavy bud, Ron Anderson.
Hope you manage to get stuffed today, Ron boy!
Wij jagen /Vimeo Staff Pick/ Hunting in Holland by Bjorn
http://vimeo.com/channels/staffpicks
I hope everyone watches this who is opposed to hunting. Please try to overcome your horror, your disgust, and give it a watch. If you fail to give the other side a reasonable chance to present its case in an enlightened attempt at explaining its rationale for acting or believing the way they do, you are a failure at interpersonal communication and a great big schmuck.
Happy Holidays all honest hunters.
"FUCk ALL POACHERS IN THE BUTT!"--Caveman Allan Coe
WARNING! THIS NEXT VIDEO CONTAINS BRAIN- (hic) DAMAGING CHEMICALS AND STUPID ANTICS!
The lady of the house may have yer balls if she finds ya watchin'--ya know how she is!
Jist tell 'er there's a football game on that yore watchin' and the old woman won't be any the (Bud Lite) wiser. Try watchin' it durin' half-time, ya might could git away with it.
And 'member, brother,we never held it against ya when yer brother-in-law stepped into the line o' fire and went to hell, not like she did. My God, that woman is a holy terror when she's on the prod! but she sure can cook!
Rednecken jagen/Some good ol' boys on a Bud Lite hunt
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2Fo004PUxo
If you can't make out what these twin boobies are sayin', make up yer own dang dialog.
Around thirty or so BL's were wasted in the production of this video. But no animals.
Or, come to think, maybe ya ought not stick yer red neck out that far today, with the rest o' yer pack comin' by to help eat all that frozen roadkill.
Disney was my lodestone when we got that old Raytheon in '54 or '55, when the magic began for me.[Click to View YouTube Video]Mickey's club came along a little later, but Davey Crockett kilt a bar when he was only THREE! I was all of seven or eight and all I ever got to shoot was rubber bands.
Mike got the BB gun.
but I did get a big bike that eighth birthday.
Bears know how to enjoy the simple pleasures to the max.[Click to View YouTube Video]Enjoy the life!
Ten Disney nature videos.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVUqroo5BQVTnr27y4bnxL7ncSHodx4lS
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2013 - 09:40pm PT
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MESSAGES
Saucer of rain
Box of secrets
Honky tonk men
Women at work
Rock on the water
Roll with the flow
Go and come around
Be here and now
All the stuff
You heard
As a teen-ager
Is true
Everything
THEY said
YOU needed to be
Is crap
Did your thing
Didn’t do theirs
They done did it
They had their day
Been yourself
Didn’t be them
You’ve just been you
Be glad it’s true
Know yourself;
others;
them;
us.
Love likewise
if you ever again
have the chance.
I like to dream,
myself.
Steppenwolf/Magic Rabbit Ride
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEEzbFxEbB8
Remember the last words of that song, "You don't know what we been feelin'."
[Click to View YouTube Video]You won't know if you don't watch, "STupid." :0)
Nobody's stupid here: We here are all enlightened beyond normal, for our collective age and our collective climbing ability and gumption here around ST compared to other sites is simply beyond comparison.
WE are so hot!
Separately, not so much.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2013 - 05:51am PT
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This is another realivement of a poem or song by an "actor/movie star."
My MAN! The Continental, himself.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Ho, eeee, aaaaahhhhh, man!!!!"--Mr. Moe Yagi
[Click to View YouTube Video]"I'm bluffin' with my muffin."
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poker face
(Type THAT three times real fast!)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2013 - 07:41pm PT
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That is a roach on the summit, BELIEVE IT OR NOT. Frostbite Peak in Middle Earth's fabled No Country for Old Mice.
I wish I was a fly on one of their helmets. As the Peleton Turns, 2:30 on Wheels TV.
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Nov 23, 2013 - 09:49pm PT
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A Peloton of Pricks.
Three Accountants, two lawyers, at least one dentist, a Database Administrator and the rest are mostly Middle Management with one General Contractor in the mix to throw us off.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2013 - 10:58pm PT
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I tend to agree with that analysis, overall.
Amyjo and I had a similar take, or at least she suggested it then, and I agreed, on the birding trip out that direction, when we passed the same group on the road to Snelling and Merced Falls.
She didn't use the language, but had the same cynicism--no black men, and of course, women can't keep up with the gossiping!
I know the dentist.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2013 - 08:21am PT
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The Rotary's Scout Hut in Applegate Park, along Bear Creek.There was an old "daffynishun" in the Boys' Life magazine in the fifties, of the word "climate," which said that it is what a Boy Scout does whenever he sees a ladder. I keep to that by climbing the windmills and pillars of graveyards.
This looks like an easy target for next time. I didn't even think of climbing this until I saw the picture with the decades of dirty hands wearing out the rocks on the shoulders of the chimney, I swear.
There is a perfect landing area, too, just a bit soft, with just the right amount of give. Of course, it's up to the faller to land right, as always.
I know, climb at your own dammed risk.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2013 - 08:48am PT
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More Duck Duck Goose for your eyeball's enjoyment.
But first, bless us O Lord, for this thy gift, which we have enjoyed knowing immensely.
I changed my icon to a bird that is in service, the clean-up guys are always the last to get the praise.
That would be WBraun's job, and he's handled it so well, over the years, I can't say enough in praise of his tireless and brave commitment to covering for our stupid moves, the weather, and our piss-poor judgement and plain bad luck.
Just plain thanks doesn't seem enough, but zen he won't care, anyway, so I'll just leave this where the cat won't get it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2013 - 03:19pm PT
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*quack*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2013 - 03:01pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 26, 2013 - 09:08pm PT
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Duck quick - here he comes again.
Well, depending upon how you look at it, I have either returned to or from the oZone again. BethatasitMay, it is comforting to know that with little tune-up I can pass for homeless at the public library.
zb - do you have wireless?
msLibrarian - why yes we do.
zb - i lost my card, can I get a replacement?
msLibrarian - do you have any id?
zb - no, not with me.
msLibrarian - (after much painstaking research) i found you.
zb - that's good!
msLibrarian - you know it will cost you $3.00? (implying i didn't have it).
Surprise, surprise the homeless guy actually had three bucks, collected new card, receipt, and new found ability to access the internet wirelessly from the public library.
Too bad I forgot my notebook.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Will try to catch up, probably won't.
Neither will Duclk Dunn, bless his heart, but TIME IS TIGHT
Last U.S. performance.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2013 - 10:25pm PT
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First things first.Let the chips fall where they may on Thanksgiving Day, Tad and Mo. Bloody Lions and Bloody Marys sounds nice.
Then some chocolate cowboys, creme de menthe oley chocolat. Detroit brown and Green Bay green. Who's gonna ween this T Hanksgiveen, senor?
Manning the Watch in the Crow's Nest
what do I see from way up here in the yards?
(Porta-ledges not required--you can zee all you want up here!
And I zee plenty.)
Smack-smack-smack d-d-dow-dow-dow-down
In B-B-B-Bean Town-Tow-Town
the other night. I won't ever forget.
And T Hocking.
Lest I forget, thanks for the hospitality of your hospitable self and what's Mo
up to?
Cooking? On Thanksgiving? With just you?
Or what?
Just cuz it's a football holiday.[Click to View YouTube Video]It must've been 1972 when George's first LP got released. But shrew that kother bucking slit.
If you don't go to Visalia, Maine, Weed, kayaking, yakking about climbing, or to church, God forbid, then I hope both you and Mo are SAFE AT HOME!
I can't think of but one time I had sex with my wives on Thanksgiving. Humph!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2013 - 10:33pm PT
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What the HECK the FECK do I care about the HOLY BLUEBALLS HOLIDAYS, Black Friday and White Elf Mass (Middle Earth's holiest day)?
We can no longer wish folks Merry Christmas.
"What a load," said Santa. "You never know what's gonna be on a list."
The elves know.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
HUH?
Fk a Rooney?
WTFDIC?
I will soon be going Nowhere for the holidays, man.
"A Shite Xmas, all, and I hope white shite falls all over you,
furthereffinmore.
What if Santa drove a magic sleigh with a dozen flying cocks?
They make a sound like a whinny, but it's more like weenie.
Ho for Idaho, Fritzen. Pull harder, White Stocking Hocking.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 26, 2013 - 10:38pm PT
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I was wondering, but would never ask, just how many wives were involved.
An inquiring mind is like a town without pity. Who knows what either can do.
However, little minds can tear you in two.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2013 - 10:42pm PT
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Me, too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Nov 26, 2013 - 10:44pm PT
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When you're masquerading as homeless, it feels just like a dusty road.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Kinda makes you wonder why Sam and Dave have 55K views on utube, whilst the Blues Brothers have over 8 million (actually over 12 million, but who is counting).
When you're homeless Mr. Jones won't even talk to you.
Sha la la la la la.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
When I look at that teleVison, I wanna see me lookin' back at me.
Faerie Tails?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2013 - 10:59pm PT
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entertainment and diversion of labor
requires you to visit
visit the to the wreck room
room befusrten
[Click to View YouTube Video]
or us depending on how i feel
beschizz some moanings
i arise feeling like a barked cedar
asshead noah peel vincent milady
they have flayed me and made me newd me
and i'm alone in the darkgeon of a norwegian wood see
there is no good see
nor is there evil
flames to eat thee
newmien?
carlow?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
of course u do
with surftitude
don't mien to be crewed
but berlurkly is screwed
[Click to View YouTube Video]
if ur from l.c.
and that gives creds to the reds
for bean rivals like the jets and the spics
buy tin and scratchin' and makin' low blows
gnaw my knee, romney?
three's a cop on TV
csi l.v. miami strawberry
there's a watch on CV
between u and me
Brown with a z
u know
[Click to View YouTube Video]
how lower case of bud can u get
normean?
extreme naked lust for exhaust follows where breath-in-n-out means a
real good rag in ur
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLbOZsSI6l4
play this viddy with no sound
be mutinous ladies
beefhearty me farties
twelve's cheaper by the duz, cuz
--swee dreams
channel u news
echo summit
signing signing off off
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2013 - 11:28pm PT
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I SAID...
DID YOU SAY,
"OFF?"
Hey say, Ray, got needles?
Guy's a dope, not having one.
By the way, neebee, is there any news about your dear cat?
Have not looked on Basefook yet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 27, 2013 - 12:44pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 27, 2013 - 01:49pm PT
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Everybody have a Whitemeat holiday weekend, whatever that may mean!
Can't tell these days.
Brother Tim called and said to get my young ass up to Jamestown.
He has turkey, access to the Grotto, and a plethora of smoke.
Time is of the essence.
Bye.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2013 - 01:11pm PT
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Well, that was a zAppa moment, for several reasons, which, blended together, form a huge flashback and prompt a response from me which is loaded with commas, all combining to form a sentence.
What a trip!
Keep the redwoods red, although, it may be ironically noted, Fort Ross never was "red," nor is it in a "red state."
That's what brothers-in-drivel do, bring you to the raw edge of the rash and let you scab like an out-of-work logger.
I got the heck out of Dodge in my Chevy on Wednesday afternoon, promptly at noon, resisted the impulse to take photos all the way to Brother Tim's. One hour, nine minutes.
I witnessed stupidity at the RAWHIDE Road exit, where there is a one-lane bridge and the occasional lame-brain driver. I saw one! I felt like a n00bie birdwatcher, no lie. Tim told me some horribly funny stuff about scenes he's witnessed there.
When I got there, he had been bucking a Gray Pine (not his nomenclature, but TTR, it was a downed large woody object, OK?) or Bull Pine. It had been cut down by him as it was a definite hazard, dead as yesterday, like a lot of others on the slope below his place.
I got tom-sawyered, dragooned, sandbagged, lured into the past. Tim and I partnered in Frank's Firewood in 1980 with a fellow guy--a climber of ill-repute, CH--and we named it for my dog Frank, a half-a-lab half-a-shorthair. Tim has had, since then, three dogs, Stretch, a black lab, Missy, a black lab with hairy ears, and now Sasha, a shepherd of six years.
The labs were at home with fishing--which is Tim's passion, which is now being suborned by GOLF, and part of his livelihood--and Sasha has her moments, since she's not bred to the water, but she loves it just the same.
Fishin' is the mission.
Stretch could sit still as if he were ice, with a cork balanced on his nose. He'd sit and sit until Tim gave the word. Then he'd flip it up in the air and snag it with his teeth.
Chaining is the rice bowl that keeps it together for Tim.
Fishing clients are not that plentiful lately because of the drought, mostly. Tim is filling in the time with playing NCGA senior tournaments for cash. He's doing fine, but his putting still sucks.
So he practices his best shots a lot from his driving range next to the pigeon coop. He keeps banging away at rocks, just like I'm doing.
Related story on climbing thread, believe it.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1302410&tn=2500
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2013 - 02:07pm PT
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The story of the woodchucking party is pretty funny.
I had not done this sort of thing in many years. Tim is the expert and the faller's faller, but not the most lucky woodchucker.
He parked his old for-bye and we proceeded to chuck wood. I'm getting warmed up, realizing that there is no headache board to protect the rear window, so I mindfully reduce the gusto on my ptososses, pturning them to lobs, which bounce, but with no forward mo.
And the very next mo, one of Tim's efforts bounds up and through the driver's side section of the window! B-zoinG!
I'm a Shattered! I'm sorry 'bout yer window, boss.IT happens, Tim. He has the Toyota, the Blazer, and this other toy with two wheels. Not as if...
We paid that visit to the burn pile. We blazed before we left and we blazed when we unloaded. There was a small Case dozer bull-lazing in the sun.My stoned partners in "roadside distraction" on the way home from
My Grand Brother's House.
Thanks for makin' me a human brother, Brothergod.
T Hocking, I hope the juju and the food and the trip there and home are as good for you as they were for me and my bro.
zEerie-ously, we need to remember to go with the mo, the Mo, and the Moe. You're living (I think) proof that it's like falling off a log when you approach the flow in slo-mo, brushing aside the PO, and letting go and letting the Family Dog show you the best way. It saves time.[Click to View YouTube Video]
They call it Stormy Monday, but Black Friday is worse.
"The mo' the wanier."--Dill Bolt
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2013 - 10:17pm PT
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For my most Jewish friends in/during the Jestival of Lights. Lighten up! All three of you! :0)
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You'll have to wait for the rest, like you're not used to waiting...
"We were here first, Howard. Do something."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2013 - 10:39pm PT
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My rednecky friend, Geo LaF, needed a ride to Shatwater today. I obliged and we came back on a circuitous route which enabled us to take pictures, as we are wont when together out for a circuitous cruise.
I am Fricks and he is Flicks.
We are Wonted Men--and we are here to "shoot"...YOU up!
Back Woods Weight Reduction: Piss more than you drink.
You need to get rid of that spare tire, now Turkey Day is over, bro!Start drinking Keystone Light, bud.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2013 - 01:56pm PT
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Quest for Fire, Monkeys Feed the Jews, Feast of Mannahturkey, Take Three.
David BYRNE, the "Renaissance Man" himself, and his wrecking crew at a feast given by rSin, a known Flames sympathizer.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Bao Bao
Bao Bao masquerading as Bao Bao
Gimme some leaves or I'll turn you into a hipopótamo
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I ain't no personal manager, zBabyBrown, but as a doctor of inflamotion, and to a professional-type disco-logist such as you, I say, "OW!!!!"
That is some soulin' on down, out of control, disco.
All Night In the Hully Gully
by Roofus Jazz
Gettin' down was easy. We hustled cuz it was after midnight. DJ was slow at first, but he livened up the more it snowed. Boy loves his frosty nose.
The directions I had said to boogie down to the ground this way:
"Turn--180° clockwise turn taken between 2 and 3 count, followed by a rock step."
They went on:
"Left Turn--180° counterclockwise turn taken between 1 and 2 count, followed by another rock step."
I was getting worried but kept on trucking the night away, headlamps doing a light show on the walls. We tried to stay in synch, but it's hard in the dark with weird shadows flashing all around.
It got harder, and this was the descent! We'd had a cakewalk going to the top.
We had to wheel, do some double hand-hold pumps, our arms like a bellows, and we rotated 180° clockwise together.
We needed to do an Inside or Loop Turn, similar to the loop turn from Swing. This of necessity means follower twirls 360° counterclockwise.
No problem. In a hurricane. On the head of a pin. In tandem or head-standing. But in the dark, not so much.
And suddenly it was dawn and we were down. It was a Wrap--similar to wrap from the western swing but the footing is the same as a half turn for the hustle at the other end of the night.
We celebrated! We partied hearty!
We did the Two hand turn--uses 180° turn footing, before the step the lead takes the followers right hand in his, then proceeds as if completing a wrap but changes back to mirror two hand position half way through the step.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The dawn's early light on this, the fifth day and it's first quarter, Pigskin night.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yeah?And furtherfvckin' more...Nawmean, Gene?
I haven't a clue.
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Gene
climber
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Love you Mouse. See ya soon.
g
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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gimme call
try Trophy Room
big damn TR
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1506870/Golden-Years-on-Slab-Happy-Pinnacle
we get plenty slab-happy
but never sloopy
when you get into your cups
you increase the push-ups
you used to could do when you were young
in your golden years
you just increase your fears
rehashing your life rung by rung
And we all love you, too, Brandon.
MFM's Bone-a-fied El Cap blessing, good for ya and easy to swallow:
Liver, lung and heart, may he live long and prosper mammothly in aerobic health and start researching good hammocks for his golden years--and, finally, enjoy his wealth, whatever...
The romance thing, yer on yer own unless yer not
there.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Frank zAppa, freakin' out...
just like you, just like me
suckin' on the yuckies
[Click to View YouTube Video]everybody tradin' spit
every time they take a hit
yep
purple Frank Brown is back
Frank is back in town
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And Mick is following his pecker tracks back to Virginia City. Hey, it's Christmas time! Or the run up to it, as the Brits say.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Ankle-grabbers, enjoy the proximity.
A George CArlin moment. Something completely indifferent to opinions others may have.
The word on the broadcasting and internest sh#t list, namely "sh#t," that gets played most often, seems like, but STILL CAN'T GET PRINTED OUT LOUD, so to write, is apparently still SH#T OUT OF LUCK, not only in Virginia, but it find itself in the ill favor of the US gob't and the rest of the states.
That's a pile of excrement, a real waste, if you wanna know the truth.
Write the sh#t right out of your songs and poems if you wanna post 'em here in all their GLORY & SPLENDOR or get off the pot.
Which'll it be, the pot or the sh#t?
Ya got me. I like both. I need to do the one, I mean number two, so it's Hobson's choice. Not like Pascal's bet at all.
Quandarize that, Kerouac, while you wipe your butt with your dirty smut!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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You know the drill - or do you? Click to enlarge is available.
The only identification I can find are the words "Lookey" and "Japan".
These items came from my toolbox, which I have been looking through and illustrate nothing except that folks paid more attention to detail when building tools in the old days and that the evolution (devolution?) of the church key shows a progression to shoddiness.
Boy Scout knife? Puzzling. I was never one.
What did Gracie say to George? I think it was "Say goodnight Gracie"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh.
Is that awl?That wasn't meant to be a cutting remark, bud.
I am FINALLY just a twisted alcoholic runny gooey momellow on a hot tine roof on a cold day, bending my knee for a gal named Bertha.
Something Grateful, Something Dead AT LAST.
i have become a norwegian rat
in a monsoon of tears
between raindrops
[Click to View YouTube Video]
show me the way to the wharf, will ya, bud?
gotta dime?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Last I heard Bertha didn't come 'round here anymore.
Skin cancer, on the other hand does. I've hit for squamous and basal cell now, sure glad to avoid that third strike.
Wanna see some dirty pictures? Google Image any of squamous, basal or melanoma.
Tell me once again, how did Gracie and George do it? Are you sure?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
youtube=TNpLSaCirj8]!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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""and a sunset missed is a whole world kissed...goodbye
while the birds go flying on by""
Good night to curl up in bed after a great meal, "pastrami on"/with Claussen's spicy hot chips, and THEY ARE H-O-T!
Here's one I missed. Hoes on the sidewalks of Merced.
Suckwamus is a tribe of little-known Mojo desert dwellers outback in Middle Earth, close to the rancheria and casino they are developing on spec, hoping they all live long and prosper AFTER the gov't settles. They are so little-known the gov't just recently got the word.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Leapin' lapins, Monsieur Waylong!
Hank woulda done it more like this jerk with the riduckless NAME: Flydini.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
As if a self-respecting climber would let himself be known as any kinda -ini, don-, or bard- being the obvious exceptions.
What's in YOUR fly?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Are you talkin' to me?
I'm gonna do to Buster, what the Indians did to Custer.
(or Native Americans, I fergit which)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I didn't take it, but then I didn't leave it either. I do have 3 River Birch trees though.
Hiawatha National Forest (Michigan UP)
Pentax 645NII, 45-85mm, Fuji Velvia 100F
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What's 4:20 plus 2:32?
6:52, John.
Then the Jews started arguing with one another: "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?"
Well, if that doesn't mean it's time for a sixth Hanukkah light, I think it's six, I'm not certain and don't have the candles set up and lighting my own, see. Some may not know, so...
That's the gig, showing respect for the Jewish custom by lighting a symbolic Flames Hanukkah candle each night.
It's like Advent, but I'm not doing Advent this year, it's too late.
So, today's rising sun seems appropriate. It was red as meat in the sky.
It was twenty-six degrees cold, too. Booked back to the nest as soon as I could get one or two bird/sun shots.
I think Hannukkah may be over, having just changed my calendar over to December... How embarrassing.
But here's my light, I'm still gonna let it shine.
I blamed Dean Fidelman again.
Since I'm dealing with the calendar, here's one for the road, from May.
Tired of tacky Christmas gifts?
Want to impress Moosedrool next time he visits?
Get some of these to hand out to yer close friends and in-laws.
http://www.stonenudes.com/
And I'm pretty sure it's all good with the Nation.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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What did Ricky always say to Lucie? Loooooooooooosie!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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I don't know where this picture belongs. Here it is...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's gotta be CoolBeen, a sidekick of GentleBen.
It's definitely not Stallone, the has-been, with that flat muscle tone. If anything, he's looking a little rocky.
I'm glad you put it there. Put 'er there, Carlow!
rocky done lost his roamin' numbah, suckah
They had no zeroes, only heroes in Rome.
Rocky phoned home only to find Gideon's rifle
Was pointed at him, Gideon winked and he grinned,
"It's shooting blanks, kid, a Hollywood trifle."
English stallions were a little later, and 00VII is not a recognized license to do anything, especially in Canada, God forbid!
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"Looosie! Tell Desi and Dino and Billy to synch a bit more quiet, eh?"--Bob DeSilieux, a resident of Ontario
I used to know a Bob Greene, zBrowne. He was the guy who sold the Rev his Chev, the panel truck of gray from his first stay in the Valley, spring '70. I was green then, and green with envy he was going to be there and I was schooling. I remember.
My brother Mike got called "Slim" by one of our great-uncle the redneck log truck driver. He hated the name like I hated his calling me "Tubby" or "Fats." I felt good about it. Thanks, Uncle Fred. And I'm sorry about the fire.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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The Bob Greene that comes to my mind got a degree in Philosophy from Stanford and later started a computer software company, Robelle Consulting. This is their little database handyman and their horse.
as for Bob, straight from the horse's mouth
My decision to found Robelle occurred when my employer, a distributor of nuts and bolts, sold twenty copies of a transaction logging program that I had written. He got $1000 for each, and did it in less than a year without doing any sales work. "Wait a second", I thought, "What's wrong with this picture? You write a program once, then sell copies of it, each time charging $1000 for a $12 magnetic tape. That beats working for a living."
Now why didn't I think of that?
As far Bob's car, when I saw him arrive at a computer conference, it was in a limo and he exited with a bottle of champagne in hand.
Internet history
In January 1992, the first versions of WWW software, known as Hypertext Transfer Protocol (HTTP), appeared on the Internet. By October 1993, 500 known HTTP servers were active. When Robelle joined the Internet in June 1994, we were about the 80,000th registered HTTP server. By the end of 1994, it was estimated that there were over 500,000 HTTP servers. Attempts to keep track of the number of HTTP servers on the Internet have not been successful. Programs that try to automatically count HTTP servers never stop -- new servers are being added constantly.
http://www.robelle.com/www-paper/paper.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I don't think Ron done it this way!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Used a Bic.
this flame's for hire
Marge and My Uncle
(went down riding)
Uncle Chuck and Aunt Marge
Standing in their back yard
With their own kids running at large
Said Uncle Chuck to Auntie Marge
Boomer's four plus ours make eight
Cross yourself, let's copulate
Well let's ride the Santa Fe
I'll be the conductor
And then she punched his ticket
Santa Fe, my ass!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gary has lots. Thanks for the tunes.
Dreck has crud cred.
Bo Derek has +10, even now.
And Throwpie has Grampa cred, Peggy cred, and a surefire pie crust recipe.
What more could a thread cred need?
Back.
Sack.
And a stocking hung like a pika as you like-a, eh, Bigga Mike-a?
Merry Credmas, all ya!
18 Days!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Ballad of Moosie the Drooler
His rival had come with a Sure-Shot bolt gun,
And meant to take over his project.
Moosie climbed first and dropped,
He knew he’d been stopped,
And cratered a hole after he decked.
The story of Moosie.
ACCIDENTAL DEATH OR SUICIDE AT TIOGA SUMMIT?
A fall victim has been identified as Evian Pelleggino, of Lake Arrowhead, originally from Fern Spring, CA. He died yesterday afternoon while engaging in an illegal climb of the summit of Mt. Tioga, known locally as Middle Earth, and believed by many to be the abode of bird spirits, especially..
Police had him in custody early yesterday when he attended the nuptials of some friends who had recently salvaged a baking company but had recently refused him employment because of an addiction problem. He is shown here as he was trying to elude capture at that event after disrupting the ceremony itself by shouting, while running up and down the aisle of the converted church (once a bakery), “When she says forever, she means forever! She’ll haunt me into the future if you don’t give her to me to eat here and now! She’s bad for me, I know, God knows, but I gotta have her! She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine! And I want to live forever!”
It’s believed he was speaking of Miss Twinkie 3,444,667, 044, a well-filled dish, and the intended bride of Mr. Twinkie 3, 445,667,888, a well-loved fill-anthropist million-air and a f-HUGE fan of the Grateful Air.
Many in attendance at the nuptials were reminded of the death of John Lennon, on the streets of New Yoko, thirty-four years ago today.
"Sue shot the sheriff, but she did not shoe shoot the sherrif's clown. That was Mouse."
Medical evaluation revealed that Pellegrino had enough sugar in his system to kill a horse. The photos show him as he sat on the ladder leading to the roof of the building known as Middle Earth, yelling at those below, and as he lay unconscious for several minutes before plummeting to the talus.
A medical examiner’s spokesman said, “There is no question that Mr. Pellegrino was dead before he hit the ground. His heart had stopped moments before. If you look closely, you can see the pellets in the head have settled, indicating no circulation and when blood pools, it cools.”
There is a general feeling that the death will be ruled a suicidal accident, according to the medical examiner. Said one person who witnessed the scene and took the photos here, MF, “We all think he would have jumped if he could stand, I’ve been in his position and condition. I’m sure he wanted relief. For
All along a Watchtower he held up in his hand, tore it all to pieces and he gave it to the band.
Awake and play a song for me that promises no death, He said, as he ran out of breath.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And speaking of Twinkies...
the Raiders lost.
Geo LaF did not laugh.
And the nine-nines won, and the Broncos are gonna crush!.
That would tie today up with a nice bow, the Raiders, my teams, sunrises and sets, sights and sunclipses, pigeons and crows and the news that the rooftop is definitely off-limits on the word of Vern, my friend who is night manager and co-wizard in Middle Earth.
I paid a visit this morn, tripod in hand. He informed me that even as occupants, much less "tenants" the two of them cannot go out on the roof at all except in the event of a fire, heading for the fire escape. Bummer. They pay rent, cuz it's deducted or written off--they both work in the building.
EZ come, some damn bum
is gonna snitch ya out, always.
And then I decided to truck out to Planada to photograph the snow lion on the foothills, but the battery was in the charger was in the wall was at home FORK-IN-THE_ROAD! Don't take it so hard, old fart...memory is made of lapses, too.
Oh, I almost forgot, again...yet! I saw the moon sitting there, all right-side up again after the spirits righted her, and she tells me this story. This bird flies up near it and the moon says, "Are you THE Bird?"
And the bird replies, "Do you see a cape?"
It's only snow. WTF, eh? Not like it happens regularly down to a thousand feet! I'll leave the snow to Montucky, I gueth.
The tholthtith approcheth with a vengeanth, thorter dayth are the thing now. [Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sarah deVincenzi and cat Blackie Moto
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moe knows no Mono with that moniker, nor a tomato with a dog named Toto.
I do have an Aunt Dorathy, mojo, and mota.
And it's time for the Sunday Night Parroty Program.
I have only seen the first part, one night at a party for the party of the first part, Moe.
Take It To the Limit Vertically by The Dead Bodies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxtg7raPDYo
Twinkie...Air Head...Get it now, Donini?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Cams? we don't need no stinkin' cams. SA..
Still can't figure out what they sold at Devencenzi's other than what appear to be "Groceries with termites".
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Damn, my really cool post got deleted.
I think I can reconstruct it. In the meantime, please allow me to introduce some of my skin doctor's work. He also sells his paintings.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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My son, self-deletion is not a sin.
And seeking the help of a doctor is expensive.
Let alone paying for one.
Ex - orb - it- tant - rum: What you enact when you look at the doctor bill.
You literally go out of this world.
Albeit, the alternative, going out of this world PERMANENT-LIKE, sucks the wee knee, the big weenie, and the life's blood out of you.
Do not be Squamish (you climb ice and all--we know) about the hacking and gouging and burning and scabbing.
It will make you stronger.
That's okay, because you'll be getting some Mitchum in the mail from Secret Santa--see the current SS thread, buncha nazis wouldn't let me post my Christmas Carol on their thread last year--and that should leave you smelling sweet, I hope.
Here goes nothin', Mama...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5MZEp81zkw
For those who've no Christmas balls in their sack,
I've relented a bit, for there's no harm in it.
For them don't like boobs, pins or dolls in their rack,
I've chosen to include this Carol-filled skit.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's Alan Alda.
Merry Christ M*A*S*H!!!!
HI-LARRY-OUS!!!!!
"What am I supposed to do--ear this gaudy old red robe with my old yellow slipper?"
"It's not my turn, it's The Larry's."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:38am PT
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Nawmeans to have something cut off or away or altered or repaired or sick then well.
I'm walking the line
Just barely enough
I'm keepin' the rest of my fingers!
For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things
And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop, that is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years
I'm walking a line, I'm thinking about empty motion
I'm walking a line, just barely enough to be living
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:47am PT
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Why do flames die? Where they go is an equal mystery.
That's the wine talkin', Tannin Tightrope.
Merry Christmoss to thee!Lack of fuel, air, or oxygen, Virginia.
Only you can prevent Rim fires.
What's in Santa's pipe?
I think it's time for Yule Tell No Lies.
Arlo, would you do the routine?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Why in heck?
Thanks, Andy, I sure needed that "TOUCH."
YOU reached OUT to ME!
Christmas or the mundane?
I choose Christmas, over every day.
The season is the reason I'm so gay.
Keeping up with the Christmas Spirits makes me dizzier than...
hmmm...
it'll come...
give it time...
smoke another bowl...
aha!
Like a fish found floating in a whirlpool on the Moke in low water.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 10, 2013 - 09:40am PT
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hey there say, mouse... remember, i mentioned a little trinket
package of oatmeal cookies??? well:
remember, it's december...
mouse must stay in house:
today, or tomorrow, however it sway...
surprise, for mouse-eyes...
will be the thrill...
so relax, kickback, but don't go!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:43pm PT
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Say I wish it was May already...older I get the colder I stay. But I'm not goin' out today, no place but near here to Middle Earth.
Who would willingly leave in this cold when a perfectly good mail carrier is going to deliver COOKIES and CHEER!?
Not I, said the mouse.
I was plussed yesterday. Big time plussed (as opposed to non-plussed, which means you maintain your aplomb, even though your ankle is swollen, your food's gone, your partner's got the Willies, and you have to peel off several layers to do it...it's called ALPINISM), because I got twice-blessed with post.
I got not just the wonderful book of Patagonia images, I also received in the mail the new 2014 calendar from the local Hicktorial Society here.
Thrice blessed, if you toss in the complimentary letter that the director of the MCHS museum sent to thank me for taking the photos I did on Dec. 1, when they had the Christmas Open House.
I thought, without looking at the sender's address, that this was the package you had intended to sended. But it turned out it was just a cruddy ole used book. :)
MY THANKS, BLUELENS! Awesome gift, so little to choose from out there in the photography coffee table book market, huh? I love USED books. They sometimes have some forgetful reader's cash stashed in them!
I had to do a double take on the cover photo of the Pata-book. I KNOW her, I thought. This is NOT neebee on the cover, though it's possible (anything's possible!), I thought, it's unlikely as heck and implausible totally!
neebee, the insomniacal painter on INSOMNIA? Bucket or not, it's too freakin' funny to think about.
Sorry, n00bee, just had to chuck that out by the fire so to say!
Thanks for the cookies in advance.
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:49pm PT
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Mouse was that a Raiders fan with a neck tattoo?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 01:17pm PT
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My upstairs neighbor, George LaFrance, is a typical Raider fan, yes, ThisJust In.
You may have noticed the screed when I mentioned Foul Davis earlier.
His neck tattoo reads Sh#t on the left, Happens on the right. Or it could be the other way around, so cheek the photograph.
His typicality is based on his ability to collect food stamps and walls full of Raider crap, which costs more than most, probably, the way Devil Davis worked it for so long. How the hell did he afford to live in Montclair otherwise? And why live there when the team's in LA. Damn, he got me started on THE ANTI-CHRIST!
Why couldn't you ask about the mole on zBrown's neck instead?
I just wanted to get drunk and forget about the Raiders going to LA. My sister-in-law lived down Ventura Co. way and adopted them as a fan. It was a bone of contention and then became a laugh-aloud when they came home to the Bay Area.
And then they started that Raider Nation juve! I tellya! Next time I see a Raider flag, a quick trip to the bar!
ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL Shift HATE-TALKING?[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I feel sorry for the gal that married dead old Al."--The Ballad of Blacks' Hole
You notice the BULK of the PUNKS are not BLACK, but SILVER & BLACK?
They have a reason for not calling it the SILVER HOLE.
It's called the Broncos.
I'm calling a shift, right. Go HOWIE LONG, the only one to make it REALLY big after retirement.
There is more cheese in marketing the Raiders on the local, Oakland level, it embarrasses the hell out of Green Bay fans! The ineptitude of the commentators on the local level, well...
THAT SUCKS, TOO!
How's that, Al? You only hired broke-down ex-players who know no decent English and have a vocabu-Larry, but no vocal skills beyond muttering sweet nadas lacking originality, just toeing Al's party line, "We are the Raiders, therefore we are excellent." What a lazy bunch of scared pussies ran around that Alameda den of iniquity. They hung around bad bars back in the day, and that was okay with the fans, who loved stories of bar brawls and consumption of whatever in quantity. And he had the nerve to ply us with that Commitment booshiff in spite of it. Good marketing, no kidding, but running out on the ones upon whose devotion you built your empire of ugly losses and embarrassing moments is the true nadir of the Raider Nation. Jim Plunkett's a fine quarterback, but he can't lead a discussion or read the writing on the wall, which says...
"RAIDERS WHO BROADCAST LOCALLY SUCK!"
The fans don't necessarily suck, it's just that I felt like a jilted lover back in the early eighties, and then along came Bill Walsh. He was a Giant, and he was a Saint, and he was a 49er all at once. A true GOD!
"Straight from the mouse's horsehit pile."--see page top
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Dec 10, 2013 - 01:53pm PT
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A simple yes would have done, HA. That was awesome, good on ya Mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 02:11pm PT
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yep.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2013 - 01:07pm PT
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Here's what you do, please.
Please.
Go to Youtube, play this, then wait two or three seconds and play the video blow the link.
Do you see it?
I'm kinda amazed I even thought of this echo thing, but I guess it goes back to when Jeff's dad installed that re-verb unit in the Impala.
Sinead O'Connor / Silent Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87q5dmW6zDg
[Click to View YouTube Video]Angels being heard down low.
Since we are solo, the thing to do is to wake up Carlow aka Marlow we all know and who drives a one-horse open sled no matter which thread through which he may head.
Mr. Jingle is here, dear! He can see you, you are sleeping. Can you hear sled horns BOMPing? Can you hear reindeer STOMPing? Are you eagerly CHOMPing at the bit for presents or cookies or lumps of koa charcoal?
Just what DO Norskis Dieuw during the fest of us, Chrymussy-wise. Enlighten us, Osage of the Midnight Dusk.
But take your time and ride lower than normal, the magic sled's practicing low-level stunts.
"Been hitting the window pane again, Mouse?"--theLobLolly
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2013 - 01:17pm PT
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And where is CaptainCalabashed when we need him?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 11, 2013 - 05:06pm PT
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hey there say, zBrown... just saw the photo load...
say, how is your neck... hope all will be well...
will be praying for you... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2013 - 07:41am PT
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SERiously Happy![Click to View YouTube Video]Song for you livers.
Diers get...what?
Ticket to some paradise
You should have made here?
But it doesn't matter.
Please just scatter
My ashes on the Matter
Horns of the Sierra Nevader.
Happiness runs, according to Donovan.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Happiness flies, too. Grab some while you can.--words of advice from my new single-initial friend
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 12, 2013 - 10:10pm PT
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hey there say, ... so what you been up to today, mouse?
how is merced doing?
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 12, 2013 - 11:58pm PT
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hey there say, cosmic... oh my... until the 16th?
then what... oh my... you knowwwwwwwww, he just might have to:
take some CHORES with him, then... a bag full :O
but--he is a smart mouse, he can do it... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 12:26am PT
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I've been burning down the mouse housewith a little help from my friends.
They say there are hay hawks.
I think this is a tar weed hay hawk.
Stupid hawk got caught!
One for the little guys!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 12:46am PT
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And I posted some kinda ratty pics to the Bir-DUH! thread, there was a PS4 that I snagged for my neighbor at Walmart, and I must say HEY THERE WAS NO PACKAGE TODAY, neebee. Two other boxes had postits saying to come to the office for packages, but no cigar. Manana.
I went out to the fifth floor fire escape and climbed the ladder to the eaves, since it's higher than the balcony. I tied my tripod that ED HARTOUNI gave me with a loop of twine to the ladder and was able to level swivel the whole pan with one hand and I also got a good workout up there, about firteen minutes braced between the ladder and the building. I felt good coming down, too, not stiff with cold like some frost-bitten, starved, thirsty ALPINIST, though the air was cold enough to warrant the balaclava and the gloves AMYJO left me.
Thank you, friends, any and all who feel connected, for the little assisting things that go into these images. I mean the inspiration as well the little "nices" and "good jobs" and other things of a complimentary nature. I'm going to get more skilled, and more ideas, too, constantly.
I'm content to just have something to do and some small audience to share with. It beats Facebook--too many STRANGERS who aren't FRIENDS. I don't blame you, DMT, for not booking face. Not why I'm here, not close.
That's what I got to climb this morning.
Fun. Hope I don't get hassled. Hope I can do this after a heavy snow on a cold, clear day with a north wind howling over my head, a muir leaf in a maelstrom, pigeons whizzing over my head howling like the north wind with abandonment issues.
I'd actually rather get to the top of the old signage framework, up where that hawk sits. I'd love to sit there in that same howling condition and come down frostbitten, hallucinating, sore hemorrhoids, B.O. a-plenty, like some ALPINIST doing his best to stay alive after harrowing acts only a fool would try under the conditions of a terrible California winter.
That was followed by quick duck in the bog.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Pretty uneventful day.
And it started out like gang-busters, too.
The Cats & the Fiddle / Gang Busters (not a pack of dogs chasing bBrown shoes)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGQgvDoEXnU
CosmicCallMeCragsman call. Oh where, Schultzy, IS he?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 01:20am PT
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I think it's zBrown's roll.
Oops, we can't talk about it here.
Bonnie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyc8gIVZH9g
How about love. In tennis, it's nothing. In life, it's the best thing.
FYI, I got that off of GAMEFACEBOOK, Brandon.
That was a nice pic (u-kno the one) of your mug--do you shave yet, youngster, speaking of mugs? :0)
I made it easy--I misread the clock. Gang busters.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 01:56am PT
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This calls for a shot of Old Sonnet!
Maybe two.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Nah, this will do. They don't get better with age, they just continue to amaze.
Otay...make it two for the road...
Two, one, go...a Crown Royal this round, one moon shot, and two old crows.
Night night.
Don't let the hay hawks bite.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 13, 2013 - 04:42am PT
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hey there, say... wow, mouse... i hope they did not accidently tack
the note on the wrong MAIL boxes...
hope the box gets there and found... :(
you will see why it is kind of serious... :O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 10:02am PT
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Pretty funny monkey business right the heck here!
neebee get me running in circles, I can hear Cosmic's "little dog laugh" just off stage, and the movie is stowed away with the piano player somewhere.
Then neebee starts running after her own tail.
I tried last night, BEFORE the power went off after my last post, my new secret project. I haven't told anyone about it yet, because it's still a secret. I'm sure it's still a secret. They are all pushing daisies, I haven't spared one yet. I'm the wordless haiku man from North and South Tibet. they think haikui-ing's easy, just count the beats and then put words in the air don't write them with care in hopes that ST. neebee will thoon see bear.
I think I'm not channeling. I think I'm in the middle stages of dun dix-seize, the French malady that strikes one in eight-hundred six poets before the age of seventy and they only live an average age of 60, far below the norm for societe francais at large, but higher than you might expect for French men and women who pot the vin and po the em.
The poets die young from where I come. Wilma Elizabeth is one exception.
Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel (December 22, 1918 – April 13, 2007) was a long-time resident of California's Central Valley. Wilma was one of thousands who emigrated from Oklahoma to California during the Dust Bowl years of the mid-1930s.
McDaniel published more than sixteen [not seventeen] books of poetry and was the subject of a film documentary by Chris Simon, "Down an Old Road: The Poetic Life of Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel."
"Haikudn't believe it when I saw how easy them Japs have it with poems, like. Everybody poops, too, but that don't make 'em talented."--WE on the Japoetry movement(17] which sprouted in the fields of Livingston, Delhi, and Cressey/Ballico following the internments of the war. Her people were not part of that pogrom, she has always averred.--the Willipedium, the free online spiel
So I spent considerable time trying to unload a site to see if Money Business was available to view free and my geekness with the computer is thin. So thin it's transparent. I gave up trying to offload the dang set-ups, had a yen for a cookie, which did not magically appear, and went to bed. But before I did, I made some chicken salad. Or started to. I was cutting away on chicken legs whistling Sweet Adeline, when the power went down, about after midnight, but not yet two. Somewhere in there.
It got dark and quiet and the surges came and the surgers couldn't make the wave and so I dug out the headlame and finished the salad pitch, then bivvied. I woke up WAY before dawn, and the lights were on. I had had had a dream of weirdly out of proportion parts, stuck together. All the parts were geometrical.
money business
by peter-pall monbrian
woe is me
words but no pics
i thotoff chuck of straw
could not see to draw
lines
doodles
equations
blood
a quick-draw even
i got to the end of the paragraph
off topic i yelled
my hat is off to u too i yelled baked to myself
nobody heard us
or they might have misheard us
and thot were we climbers
or fools
but little they know
when your little big toe
starts to throb
it's a sign that u are both both fool and climber
when u rhymer climb
wilma soul every be sasstified, eLIZABETH?
i miss that
my inner seal pup laughs
but the liner leaves me in its wake
And then I woke up, dragged my hand across my head, and wishing I were dead, I wondered where all the light came from, but the power was restored to me so I sat down and wrote a fat letter.
What monkey business from yonder window brakes?
It falleth like the munge-pad with no word of warning.
But what DOES one yell when it's a hunk of munge and not a rock?
Just what is the etiquette, Alighty Hiker?
Drop some more stone tablets on us.
Tell us we shalt not.
I tell you we have and we're NOT sorry, just bluffing.
EDIT: This post originally appeared in ST forum topic "FIND and name this DANCE on your porch, reward is..." but was suffering from a French dix-seize so we moved it into the isolation ward, the Flames thread so there would be no danger to neebee and to mess with her head. MONKEY-STYLE. She hasn't a clue cuz she's probably sleeping, in dreams that my cookies soon will be here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 11:26am PT
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Out of the blue end of the spectrum, a small but mature Giant Chongo appears, radiantly glowing, two small stone tablets in hand.
"I'm looking for Rose Etta. I have words for her."
And he set the tablets down, one atop the other, stood up and twirled three times widdersnins. Then he leaped into the air, came down, turned back the way he had come, ran off, tripped on the tablets, picked himself up and said, looking over his shoulder, "I meant to do that. Do what you want with those ankle-breakers!"
Non-plussed, for this is purely normal behavior for Giant Chongos. You get used to it.
I took the tablets back to Middle Earth and they revealed a depth of understanding which was astonishing.
Here is what the tablets had chiseled into them in the hand of Mark Klemens, no less! I recognized the distinctive chiseler's style immediately. It's sparing in the extreme, but saves the chisel bit for use on the summits of climbs. He's no geek. I'm the geek.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8p8bSeHkbfs
Climbing contented, the monkey rested.
And dreamed of yellow roses.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 02:02pm PT
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That was a little too much to dream last night, so I saved it for this morning. Tasty.
And so, with climbing content squabbles out of the way and technical difficulties ironed out, his other selves took off surfing, but I went back to sleep--somebody had to stick around to watch and entertain the inner child, babysit, in other words--a silent night filled with nothing but the printed pages of the glossary.
They said the sets were epic sets.
So was my dream. I have to tell them about it first. It might have meant something, or maybe the Jungster can tell me.
My inner child had no name. I chose to call him Rubbish.
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/evil-deeds/200806/essential-secrets-psychotherapy-the-inner-child
Can you believe they named the Diamond on Long's for this creepy short...I mean...psychoticist? Or not. It matters not one jot.
"We ALL play with my inner chile, honey. He don't know WHO he daddy is. He's a little mother hissone self."--dotty Doty Dapridge, my inner baby-sitter, off on "walkaround" for who knows how long, who knows where
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 03:25pm PT
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copyright 2013, C. Tucker (C. Hongo); all rights reserved.
I paid him twenty bucks and gave him some tobacco.
I believe he wouldn't really care much that you get to see what he uses as his base language.
For the record, I want you all to know that I respect Chongo as much as anyone and love his word ethic. The work thing...whatever works, bud. I'm just trying to "Drum" some interest up in your finely-tuned product from the finely-tuned energy source within yer head. Maybe the saps, I Mean, the Taco will show some monetary recognition your way. Hope you have a merry christmas saga this year, Chuckster. And maybe you can buy some more rolling tobacco with the proceeds of this coming boom in sales.
Trying to spread the word, sow the seed, and someday someguy is gonna say,
"Say there, hay! Let's go play in the barn!"
chongonation.com Ask for Ben Davis's favorite book, Monkey In the Mirror. Episode One is twenty bucks and is entitled "Simple Courage." A worthy read and good beginning.
"A society is only free so far as its science is evolved."
acquired tradition: patterns of behavior shaped strictly by learning.
adversary: opponent; enemy.
adversarial: struggle of conflict [sic].
article: a single syllable word preceding a noun...the language of Baboon does not incorporate articles.
animate: moving, as living organisms move.
binary--: dual (involving two).
biological tradition: inborn patterns of behavior shaped strictly by evolution.
corollary: formalized correspondence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
design: form and function of a living organism: according to physical science, the innovation necessary for designing anything new is a consequence of the infinities existing in the quantum motion of energy and the randomness associated with these infinities (i.e. creative innovation [e.g. life] absolutely requires random input).
dextrous: nimble; deft.
discretion: caution; prudence.
No. Not going there.
disemboweled: entrails removed.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1988905&msg=1988905#msg1988905
fauna: animal life.
feigning: pretending.
....feline: ha!
flora: plant life.
foliage: leaves and branches.
hominid: a human animal.
homogeneous: uniform sameness (all Giant Chongos are not true giants).
immutable: absolutely unchangeable.
impeccable: lifeless living form.
inanimate: flawless; immaculate.
indifference: apathy, detachment, zoned, and tired of this.
Buy the dang book.
One last entry and I'm goin' to Reinero's for some old-fashioned "stimuli: detection of motion?"
WTF? Not what I expected. I wanted a Bud Light. I wonder if anyone's moving over at the bar? Maybe I'll just sit here and wait for that package from MI to me.
The word drivel does not exist in Chongo's vocabulary. Everything has its purpose, its reasons for being here. It may not agree with you, but try to suffer it through and offer it--that's how Donini swears he made it through gladiator school, though his biological tradition belies that.
Nawmean?: no definition given; or check the Deconstruction thread.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 13, 2013 - 06:57pm PT
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hey there say...
oh my...
how's that go again:
FLAMES of light, from heaven above...
by example of ye ol' said example:
be a light in the window, for my wandering box:
(photo had no name to give credit for)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 09:52pm PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 14, 2013 - 04:20pm PT
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hey there say, am babysitting...
had to check in, was worried about the box, :(
say--love the kipper barrels, though...
but box would be looking better, on your doorstep, :)
:)
well, will be back later...
looks like i flubbed-up the 'good cheer' surprise, oh myyyyyy...
but folks will understand, through-out flame'dom land...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 14, 2013 - 08:06pm PT
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This fellow was getting either:
a) Right with Jesus
or
b) Too much sun.
Be that as it may, that's a nice VW Minibus (or was it a Micro, will have to ask Arlo). Why it wasn't just a VW Bus is beyond me. Ours was named Rex, not Alice.
This is about 23 minutes, but how many times a decade do you listen to it? Arlo explains what it is about.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It all depends on how you look at it, I guess or
Notes from Underground (now available in PDF) (Pretty Damn Fine?)
"As I said before it's really groovy"
"Missed a verse, don't worry"
Jimi said that
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 14, 2013 - 08:43pm PT
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(photo had no name to give credit for)
light the way... :)
Credit: neebee
The credit is due to you, afterall it's the thought(s) that count - no?
Just rehearsin' around
[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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Dec 14, 2013 - 10:27pm PT
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Babysitting, uh-huh.Still no package. CosmicCallled. He's in Calabashus.
Bashful, he is not.
Nice to hear from H, as well.
Merry Christmas, you guys!
The tykes, ya gotta love the tykes, eh, neebee?
And those Canadians. I'm sorry, but I love those northern stalwarts.
http://themetapicture.com/things-are-somehow-different-in-canada/
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 14, 2013 - 10:43pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown...
thanks, i needed that... i love that song...
well, you all, here's hoping...
:)
edit: couldn't get it to play...
but i know the song... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 14, 2013 - 11:53pm PT
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As the world turns, it turns out that basal cell carcinoma and squamous cell carcinoma are not the end of the line, even leaving aside melanoma.
There is also the potential of
Merkel Cell Carcinoma (MCC) is an uncommon undifferentiated neuroendocrine
tumor, arising in skin mainly on sun-exposed areas.
At this point, do you go with Wilburys "End of the LIne" or G. Harrsion's "Here Comes the Sun"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwqhdRs4jyA (auf English)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfMWJi4req4 (Subtitulada)
Is the ice slowly melting?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 15, 2013 - 12:05am PT
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hey there say, zbrown... are you okay?
email me, please...
but i have to get off line in 2 min...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 15, 2013 - 12:10am PT
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hey there say, mouse! wow, what a nice 'happening' of photos there...
very nice day! say, as always, i love those 'sun' for the day begun or day done, shots... :)
nice share!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 15, 2013 - 12:32am PT
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Like I said, DMT is cool and likewise tam bien so also must be his children.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 05:59am PT
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Around the back of ALICE's, after ya get there--which is hard to do cuz it's around the back, too, and that's confusing to ANY body--yer gonna see the Bitch and Moan-Go To the Bounce-House Shack that Alice installed when the peace talks were just beginning in Paris. She thought that they might do better in a smaller venue--with fewer distractions and a ot less stress, but she was naive and didn't KNOW that both sides wanted to drag it out, but that's ANOTHER STORY--and when they got upset then they could go out and bounce it all out.
The idea was rejected by both sides so when the war dragged to a close, she moved on out to SF and set up on Skyline Blvd. Melanie Melonsugar told me this, so there are of course, missing pieces to the story.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Are you OTAY, zBrown?
NO, it won't ruin Quizmas if it's bad sh#t.
As Dickens points out in the classic A Christmas CArol, and taking from that other classic, the Gallic Wars by jCsesar, and as JC Himself revealed, things come in threes, the important ones, anyway.
Past, present, future;
Belgae, Aquitani, and Gauls;
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit;
food, shelter, clothing;
NBC, ABC, CBS (when I was a boy);
football, basketball, baseball (if you are American);
me, you, them.
I guess a case could be made for vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.
The one thing we as a country need to fear, though, is the beard! Beginning with the Duck Commandos, ZZ Top, and Braun Freres, and being here now with Baba Ram Das, Father Time, and Mr. Natural, it's all about the beard 'round Christmas.
God himself has one, when He so ordains.
Meantime, the Santa imitators are more numerous than Elvis imitators because Elvis looked terrible in a beard. He settled for sideburns.
Merry Chistmas, Tacoids!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 10:42am PT
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See? He's a boy who "grew up" (HA! Mr. Urbanity Jones hisself) tinkerin' so he turned out like he did, a climbing junkie stuck in overdrive, even after all these years.
He follows roads we'll never see at any time of day, on the ground, in the air, Dingus turns up everywhere.
Conyardo grew up tinkering and I presume John Salathe had a bent for steel, as well.
And that Wilson, crazy kid, who drove like the bat out of hell.
And Dolt, and Rhorer, and countless more,
The Lowes? And Frost? Locker!!!!!!!!!!? Bill Forrest?
Good company, Tennessee.
And the more I see of thee, the more my posts have more climbing content.
We can't have a content contest, though it has definite commercial potential. I'll just say your climbing is head and shoulders above my climbing. It doesn't mean squat, though.
It's not fun if I'm competing.
So, like Paul says in the Faux Good Epistles, "I will accessorize and you can call me Mal. Or Saul. Paul's good, of course. I like the nickname, Pratt, too. Doom is not in my glossary."
This, of course, was way later, after that fall off the boulder on the road to Damascus and became a saintly fou and a Jew for Christ.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 11:42am PT
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Eight shopping days till Christmas if you drop today and Sunday next.
Ten if you're a merchant.
Flame on, zaBrown, ya got matchless friends.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2013 - 10:04pm PT
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Monkey Business / Am I An Airhead?
http://www.vevo.com/watch/monkey-business/am-i-an-airhead/CZZ870500208
Don't stick around, you'll just be wasting your time.
"He goes for the drivel drive and it'a a perfect left-handed finger roll."
The one which follows deserves a look as well.
Hulu / Vevo for ten days is less than a buck.
Orson Welles / F is For Fake
http://www.hulu.com/watch/223242?playlist_id=2115&asset_scope=movies
What's a lie? What's "real?"
All the world's a faker's stage.
BELIEVE IT...OR NOT!
"He does the head fake and drivel drives left--and it's another perfect lie up!"
Phylyp, as the "doyenne" of our little art thread, and one of our worthy practitioners, you might really like this one--Matisse, Modigliani, and a lot of mid-Twentieth C. art. I found it fascinating.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 16, 2013 - 04:06pm PT
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**//The secret sauce for me?
Desire.
And that desire fuels a need to remain (or return to) fit. And being fit enables the desire to go. And going puts me in a position to explore And exploring fuels the fire that burns within. And keeping the flames alight is what its all about. Even if its just nursing the pilot light through a cold and drafty night. Gotta keep it lit because restarting it is a motherf*#ker.
To me? Its all about getting myself to the base of a rock with the urge intact. There have been times when the journey TO the rock sufficed. I did not climb. Somehow, those lean meals weren't as satisfying.
But we build our lives and make our money and buy our things and study our craft and assemble our kits and make our journeys and hike through the woods and after all this seemingly endless friggin around?
We touch the stone. And then?
"Suddenly"... we're climbing.
And then it all makes sense. And then? We're climbers. New skin? Meet the old skin.
:)
At least that's the way its been for me these past 40 years. Ah she was my first love, climbing.
DMT //**
Thank you DMT. I was just telling another climber the other day the reason I must get back into shape after all this is because there is nothing you can do alone that feels better than being balanced on a ledge, with your body pressed from cheek to toe against the rock, being warmed and held safe by Mother Earth. The only thing that comes close is being high up, where the air is clearer, and as you fall asleep, looking up, you fall up into the stars. Those two sensations will keep me in the mountains and rocks as long as I can be there.
Thinking a lot about Doug today, sending lots of gratitude to the Universe for his love.
Amen.
So,thank you from both of us for that.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2013 - 05:14pm PT
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Since I only have hulu for ten days I'm trying to cram in some things I've meant to check out.
Jack of All Trades
Episode titled "Monkey Business"
http://www.hulu.com/watch/2664
I got to chasing the dance tune neebee wanted to know about.
After checkin' it out, Monkey Business on hulu, brought on a tide of goodies. This was among the drek on the hulu beach.
It's very ON THE ROAD. Secret agentry for the good King George III, seeking the temple of the WallaWallaBingBang and the Chango d'Or.
"What makes you think I can't play "Monkey in the Middle" for a day, Jack?"
It begins with an abseil into a sink-hole, too. And digresses from there.
"Oh, yeah, get that monkey!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2013 - 10:02pm PT
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USPS rules!Checked in all proper.Lookie here, we got enough roaches, you guys better get docked so you don't keep me awake all night. HA! Seriously, if you wanna hang around Middle Earth, there are certain provisos. First, you need to be amputized like me. It so doesn't hurt. The knife is sharp and the board is disinfected. That's better. But there were thirteen of you. WTF?Ron Anderson decamped when he saw the knife. He got the hell out of here and booked up onto the Dihedral Wall. But I still nicked his tail.
I nearly cried when I saw my wife. I had to laugh instead.
Here's why.
In opening the package down in the lobby office, Liz had slipped off somewhere, maybe to check out these Poblas. I don't blame her at all.And later on, as I'm straightening the pack out, getting them to hang right, the knock at the door reveals Tammi, from the office, holding Liz!
Flash back to Facelift 2012 when Liz's snapshot was left in Yellow Pines and returned via post by Lady Pink! That's my Lizzie all over the place! And when Ron ran off, she did, too, and this is where she climbed up to.
If the computer monitor were paper, it would have damp spots on it from tears.
Takk.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2013 - 10:31pm PT
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neebee, this present is All-Time as far as I am concerned, the best ever.
Thank you for creating them "cookies" and the rest of you for being so cool.
I got Cool Friends.
And I got a goodie I'm working out with Santa, too.
Campfire songs for the celebration might run like this--
North Pole Cats, think they're better than South Pole,
North Pole Cats, been whinin' since they's kittens,
...And there's too many cats in Nashville.
Drei Gehörlose Mäuse (Three Deaf Mice) by the deaf composer Mousart.
Getting Unfriended
Having To Know You, being forced to "like" you,
Waiting on Facebook, for you to respond...
Just wait till Martha comes! I had to call her and SHE CANCELLED HER MEETS!
And she's bringing ROPER!
Stick around, or come back when ya can, friends.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 16, 2013 - 10:46pm PT
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hey there say, mouse....
oh my... the SURPRISE BOX STILL HAS NOT COME, :))
BUT THIS IS well, PART OF IT...
IT IS DEFINATELY mouse and flames related!!!!
all these mice, you will HOPE TO DEAR GOD, ABOVE,SEE:
were up to some tricks!!!!!!
the tricks, however, are:
magic, i reckon, as, they have DISAPPEARED.... :o
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH my... what a surprise christmas this is going to be...
loook for a yet--
ANOTHER BOX!!!! :)
*ALSO, THERE IS cookies on the way, too:
oatmeal....
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 16, 2013 - 11:46pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
there is MORE to come... (thanks so much, ron)...
the mice MUST be the ushers, now, i rekcon, :))
neebee, this present is All-Time as far as I am concerned, the best ever.
Thank you for creating them "cookies" and the rest of you for being so cool.
awww, thanks... but the mice, hold
a secret... ;))
and, we are NOT telling...
:)
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 17, 2013 - 02:54am PT
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and, we are NOT telling...
:) tee hee hee
:)
This is getting exciting! Go neebs!
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 05:37am PT
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I've never seen such a beautiful smile, falafel. :0)
Maybe on the gal sleeping & dreaming of a lion, or the ML.
Oh, never mind, just a tear...
I'm feeling awful about "falafel" and take it back, OK? ??:0)??
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2013 - 06:08am PT
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hey there, say... mouse...
we got a RIDDLE FOR YOU:
*what is sometimes, though not always--nutty before fruition, while keeping its sanity by those with a good sense of mind...
*arrives by way of goats or cows, if allowed to gather...
*is black and white, or even as faceted as a rainbow, and read all over, except when when it is more
than three sheets to the winds...
*it viewed by some, as a fine line with angles, if presented proper, from point A, to B...
*is coated of many colors, yet, flat to the human eye...
*and is wet or dry, while being warm or cold...
*yet can keep many things high and dry, if used properly...
*strongly inspires the imagination, though easily falls into ruination...
*has a history all its own, and will now be a hit story and not by loud squeaky advances...
*is never irrelivant, inspite of its trunk,weight, or age...
*is useful on the run, though runs many times, not for fun...
*has trappings not of holidays, but yet inspires good cheer...
*and lastly, is known to sneak up when least expected...
AND--
and comes out of the boxing ring-of-life, with a song in its heart... ?
WELL, hopefully if you can't guess, you will know soon...
hee hee hee... ;)
hopes it's not late for ho ho ho :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 06:48am PT
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Ha ha ha
Ho ho ho
Hee hee hee
Can't neebee see
The joker laughs at the riddle
Coo coo ka-fiddle
And if that's not a good answer, try this.
My home state at it's atmospheric best.
"Aw, people suck."
Well, so does nature, my man. It can kill ya just as easy as thrill ya.
I know people who thrill this way. They are astounding.
I am the Atmus / Shamblin' Man
[Click to View YouTube Video]This video needs the sound shut off. Concentrate on images. It's a real stounding.
neebee, I got this from Larry Jones in email with a link to Vimeo and it was this link that he sent:
http://vimeo.com/81616727
He used the word "amazing." He also disclosed that Vimeo loads faster than Huffington Post.
"Mama, pray, what is a 'stounding'? Is it like unto a Christmas Carol?"
"Oh, chile, the fack dat de stars exist. The fack dat y'all exist," prays God in return.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2013 - 07:02am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
that is NOT the answer to the riddle, ;)
try again, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 07:08am PT
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A nail in a fence post.
A rock under moss.
A leaf in the river.
A mountain of choss.
Sorry...it's a riddle, not verse.
What a riddliculous mus!
Marlow, did I see you wearing this icon of Deaf Wolfie? If you did use it at one time, for God's sake forgive me! I can switch to Bach if it's the case.
[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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Dec 17, 2013 - 08:02am PT
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Get up and greet the sun, Humbig. Dawn in the Desert.
Have you spent the night manipulating again?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 11:21am PT
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Amen, brother, sunshine.
Frosty loves him some sunshine.[Click to View YouTube Video]Dr. John sir, you look a little flushed.
Mr. Redbone, sir, it's fum goin' bumpity bump bump...all the live-long day. It ain't fum misbehavin'.
Dr., you have had no TIME for Miss B. Haven. You've been recording every night with me.
Oh, Mr. Redbone, sir, I done told you I been goin' bumpity bump bump all the live-long day. But it ain't Miss B. Haven, it's that li'l blonde who rents out the gri-gris over to the climbing gym.
Why, you mean Miss Jump Sturdy. Know her well. She climbs with GLee, like she bumps, doesn't she?
That there's the gal. She's teachin' me how to belay her. It's so much fun, I wrote a song 'bout her.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2013 - 12:25pm PT
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hey there, say, mouse... forgot to mention, since it is LATE now...
the box may not SEEM like it NEEDS the intructions... but:
yep, you will STILL need to USE the
"one a day" vitamin type power, of the box...
but, you CAN take care of the first
2 numbers, in one mighty SWOOP...
well, you will see why, however, for the others,
you can play by the rules, but:
the DATES will not be matching what would have been PEACHY,
otherwise... ;)
well, got to go next door and see the neighbor now...
posted this JUST in case...
however, if you GET the cookies, you CAN
use THOSE all at once, and not by numbers, :))
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 17, 2013 - 04:15pm PT
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I'm a wolf when it comes to pepperkaker Mouse. Those were reilly great pepperkaker...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 04:35pm PT
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Dreaming of Wolfie and ScroogeWE WERE SO LIGHT & GAY
When we still lived among the land
And in the trees
And were the wind itself in the trees
We were blessed
Now we are called saints
But now is not our time
To be blissful
It can never be explained
Do the best you can
Until your times to come to join us
Have a care in what you say
Please others not yourselves
--but, O my! for goodness' sake, better you don't be PUSHY with it! :))
Walk the woods and climb the mountains
While you may
And trust to God
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 17, 2013 - 04:58pm PT
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Mouse said"
I'm feeling awful about "falafel" and take it back, OK? ??:0)??
Oh, Mouse, it is okay. Everyone is confused by both my names, feralfae and iloilo. I am used to it. :)
No matter, no worries.
Have a wonderful Holiday season, enjoy the little mice and all the rest that is on its way to you.
Merry, merry!
Happy, happy!
Peace
feral fae (wild—as in untamed—fairy)
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 17, 2013 - 05:20pm PT
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Mouse
Have you read this book?
And God is dead, you know... Haven't Mouses noticed?
Nietzsche is dead too...
...O in the fence...
Do Mouse believe in fairies?
Carlow believes in Feralfae
;o)
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Dec 17, 2013 - 07:39pm PT
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Off belay!
(silence)
Mouse!!
What?!?
Off belay!
What?!?
Off belay!!
You're gay?
What?!
I can't hear you!!
actual communication from the distant past.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 09:47pm PT
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It turned out he was only curious.
Back when the Flames roared, we (but I'm only really speaking for myself--who knows what lies in the hearts of men?) never thought about potential homo-erotic episodes like spooning on a bivvy, or having pissing contests off the belay stance, or pissing on each other, for that matter, though there is a picture of Larry whizzin' on the lower-down beings on this thread, in the distant past.
And there was the time Randy landed in my lap after that fall on Tweedle Dee, or was it Tweedle Dum?
And I didn't know Nietsche even died, Marlow. Did he write anything worth while? Really? Cuz I can't complain about my life, despite not having had the experience of examining his work.
Hell, I didn't even know Dennis Cardoza had resigned a year ago today! Did you see that post? Marcel came by and he laughted his butt off and we had to settle it like mice: With carving knives. It was no sweat--he threw first and I got mine to stick way out there, so he couldn't stretch that far and it turns out I was still wrong, because he then showed me the date, Dec. 17, 2012.
I'm sticking with my imagination and leaving the facts for someone else. I couldn't even give out the right times for moonrise and set yesterday.
Hey, Gene, did you see that post, bud? Where were you, WatchDawg? I won't delete it, cuz it was no troll. I am, in this respect, an idiot, much to my chagrin, as I just nailed Nemesis to the wall with such verve that it scared me.
Sorry, Nembo, I'm not hypocritical, just human. but there was food for thought in that post.
Nobody that posts on the Flames sucks. In fact...sorry, not gonna go there again without rehearsal of the ducks.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 18, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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Hi Mouse,
Thank you for the link.
As I am kicked back on this, my Wednesday off from the world, I clicked and enjoyed both The Ransom of Red Chief & The Gift of the Magi today between bringing in firewood and making chicken soup.
Great stories, with hilarious irony and beautiful love. Nice gift to us all for the season.
Thank you.
feralfae
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 18, 2013 - 09:15pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... saw the pidgeon-hole of an email, ;)
such fan-fair, those ol' pidgeons...
say, forgot to get back to you--did know of the two stories, but have time now, and as feralfae did, i will go back and read them, as a 60 year old now, ;) instead of young mom, (and before that, as an unmarried school gal) :))
well, we all the cry of the day:
it's not 'off belay' it's WHERE IS BOX OF 'ON THE WAY?'
thanks for the distracting story of the quickly distracted pidgeons,
and the glass that got dis-tracked from its tact...
and the imagined-images of a box-gone-wrong...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 12:52am PT
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It's just the Gift of the Magi, neebee, not the Ransom of Red Chief, on the VOA link.
I am real happy you got to see the films, Ilollo. And I am going to be doing some filming soon, of a sort. You may have a good role. I'll let you know when the ducks get here. The monkeys are due in the next two days.
"Is that cryptic, or what, Watson?"--Holmes, in the film adaptation of the Lost Jar of Jar Jar Binks, c. Joe Mumm Productions, 1967.
As I told neebee in that series of emils, she herslf (HA!) may have a LEADING role in this or maybe another of my Tripot Cinema productions, many of which are slowly simmering in the back ranges of my brian.
The best scene I have yet written involve castles and Spanish mice and in which I hope to cast Lynn Hill as HERSELF. I've been trying to decide whether to use attacking hordes of mice and defending barbarians,
or the other way around, but either way it is an excellent scenario because the mice always win, and the barbarians ALWAYS lose.
Ain't no ransoming the castle, either. It's ya either do or yer gunna die time in old the old Spanish west. Bastille in Castille is the working title. Three Blind Mousketeers is in the running. South Bay Watch Company is underwriting my efforts, BTW. Some back-channel rumors have it that there is a contest involving this production. NOT TRUE, please do not pm me over this...thx.
For zBrown, special numbers.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Eclipse both the sun and moon
He not busy being born is not very wet
magi
magic
imagination
image
impossibility
I wrote that in thirty seconds
imagine me a poet of haiku imagine me as not you
even less
why be amazed
why not be somewhat fazed
like you just blazed
otay, that was at least 'huff' a minute and a quarter
I'm not contesting Bob. I'm learning from him.
"Who's really counting?"--some good divinity trinity: mom, dad, the odd god
T Hocking, really, what do you REALLY KNOW about Etna? Dish about your experiences in the Scott if you've dipped a paddle there, por favor. Wanna know, so get thee ducks to row, and kick back with some Shasta Nasty and and and and write your story. The one of your days early on the rope was really gripping. Couldn't tell if your were gunna come through all that.
Roger's art is so effin' cool, too. Thanks a tonne, ya Giant Englishman.
That was a good read, so I know you gotta have SOMETHING for us for Christmas.
Nice nice very nice shot of you and Mo and the big birch, BTW. :0)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 19, 2013 - 02:55am PT
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hey there say, mouse... thought you would enjoys these, too!
in their babyhood... :)
some are going to off to other homes, later...
you will hear tell, but not now... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 03:26am PT
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neebee, I can't give a ratio of broken cookies to unbroken ones. I don't know how many you sent. There were like five busted up. Thanks a million. They are all et. YUM!
zBrown, my scientific friend, you're out of luck. I wanted the data, I guess it doesn't matter. The cookies have crumbled in my mouth.
They were
neebeesco cookies!!!!!!!
And some more of the mice, in fact, all the mice, pretty much, are acting up.
Gene took off for the wild blue.Audrey, Muppet, and Ilollo, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 03:55am PT
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I have one important thing to present, the final paragraph of a letter included in a Christmas card from Larry Jones, the old Flame and it may be you recall his recurring mention here.
be that as it may, he's a dear old pal, just as nice a guy as they make, like all my friends, and he lost his wife Barb this summer just after I had visited, like the day after. It was shocking, and her mom was living there but Barb's brother and his wife are on the ball. She's moved to Washington, so he's by himself with his two poodles, Mr. Darcy and Miss Sophie.
His letter ended this way:
In closing, I would like to say that I have realized several important things this year. First, love is like an iceberg and has deep hidden dimensions. Second, tell people you love them as often as you can while you still can. Finally, think deeply about what the people in your life mean to you and work to resolve issues that separate you. Life is short, make good use of the time you have. I wish all of you a wonderful holiday season and a joyous new year. Love to all, scribble/scrawl of another someday-to-be-famous painter/sculptor/lover
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 19, 2013 - 05:57am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
oh my, my condolences to him, in the loss of his wife...
i am one way, glad:
glad you could be there for them to enjoy the visit
with a friend, in togetherness, before she passed on...
a special memory note, thus, left behind for him...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 09:10am PT
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I'll tell the Jokes.
We used to call Larry by a multitude of different nicknames. Jokes from Jones. Hodad, well, that was not likely. Larry was the first one of us to grow long hair. Scuz, that was his normal, everyday handle. Moab, for golly sakes, was one that crept in from the desert, I guess. I was not around when he was anointed that.
LarryMarcusHodadScuzMoab Jokes-Jones. Has a familiar look to it.
It were Larry got the other half of that first hit of White Lightning acid I tooken in '68. His jaw drooped ALL OF HALFWAY DOWN HIS CHEST before I realized that the cake in my hand was tota-lotally crushed by my fist in a frenzy of feeling the texture of icing and goo as I walked out into the sunlight of the New Year, 1969, the Year of Altamont. That was my first hallucination. It's Mouse, a New Age Guy, a Man of Division, a Farce to be Reckoned a Crackpot. But a free man, because six months later I was out of the Nav and on my way to becoming y'all's FRERE GRIMPEUR.
Hickory, dickory, Dr. F,
Helter, skelter, Dr. Leary.
Washy, washy, Dr. Bronner.
First yer straight, then yer hair grows, then yer a dirtbag, but dirtbags, of all people, have friends. That's one of its prime benefits, besides the Climbing Grant.
Who is Climbing Grant?
A good subject for another poem, that's what.
Hey, Tony! Is Dingus awake yet? I wanted to ask him if he ever got to be a drifter, a dirtbag, a climbing BUM.
Curiosity kept the mouse from the same fate as the cat. Odd fact, but true. GET IT? Or have you no clue, too? Why that is, I'm not very curious. I'm more than willing to accept it. Mice don't have nine lives to just throw away, see? And nobody leaves anything out for us on purpose, so we need to go raiding. And night time is the right time to seek the things you love.
Mojo Cliff Bars are OUT OF THIS WORD!
Mojority Rules.
Bring back the codpiece and use it like a chalk bag between your legs.
Frodo lives.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 10:02am PT
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Seriously, I think I might want to commit visual suicide over the holidays.
Take a beebee gun and blow my airhead out, just as the shutter clicks. What's the worst that can happen if I don't kick the bucket, shoot my eye out?
Or I could go see ANCHORMAN II: The Adventure Continues. Right, like I want to pay to see drivel when it abounds hereabouts?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
But it does look like FUN, and there is a road trip, like the climbing lifestyle dirtbuggers live, seeking employment while seeking enjoyment is hard and all the guys on the road this Christmas to go climbing, and there are tons of you, have FUN sitting in the tent out of the 30-knot wind, remember to put your toothbrush where you can find it, and keep your water in you sleeping bag.
I might die laughing if I go see this movie cuz, as the trailer indicates here, we are all gonna die. I'll wait to view it online later when I can die in my reclimber chair and not cause a public fuss. And I won't have to pay ten bucks.
I'm kidding. Far from being depressed, this is shaping up to be one of the nicest Christmases ever for me. I blame it on supertopo.
One good thing about films like this is that for a bit we feel smarter than someone else and that can only build self-esteem. Over-the-top comics like these guys and STeve Martin and NOT Drew Carey for the holidays, Fockers!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2013 - 04:10am PT
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MERRY CHOSSMAS! HIGH NEW YEAR!
Heard you went and had yourself a bouldering date with Nova Ember.
EssTeeEffPeeU.
"S-T-F-Pee-E-U, what does that spell...?"--Jimmy, again
I have no clue what that acronym means. "Don't never use it if you don't own it, son."--best advice that lyin' SOB ever gave me
A facsimile of the Blue Cookie Monster. The answer to the riddle, "How could I have gorged on the cookies and then been able to take pictures of them?" is not mine to reveal.
P.M. mfm with an answer. I have some of my own. Also, I'd really like to know the meaning of the acronym, as well.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 20, 2013 - 06:42am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
if the box does not come by christmas eve...
THEN:
i will post the poem AND LET YOU IN on the
'secret project'...
then, i will 'play the cards' out, as well i can...
as to what that BOX was all about...
as, each day I WILL explain the poem...
also, sadly, i should have taken pictures--that was the plan,
but trying to make the 'mail deadline' i did not get
photos enough... :(
but--it will still be fun...
just in a dryer flatter, way, :)
kind of like a carpet, instead of fresh lush grasslands, :)
happy god bless to you all this eve...
was busy with the last cards and chatting with my
stamp-fairy... by phone... she had twisted her ankle after
falling DOWN a flight of stairs, :O
whewwww-no broken bones for her, or head injury, and her family
was there... outside, when it happened... was not even snow/ice
related, :O
so, got to go sleep now, and get read for the night shift, THIS
time, i will be able to paint... card are ALL DONE, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 20, 2013 - 10:49pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 20, 2013 - 10:51pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 20, 2013 - 10:59pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
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Is it a bee...or is it on vinyl?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 21, 2013 - 09:21am PT
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bearz
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2013 - 10:15am PT
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There is a hook shop in Ron Anderson's neighboring adjoinery...the Pander Ranch. Are those the ladies?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I must say here and now, that the quality of ST's reproduction of our photos sucks. If anything I have noticed in the last year plus I've been posting here, that's the one which has continuously bugged the crap out of me.
I demand a refraction!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:04pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2013 - 02:00pm PT
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I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
Well, I'm looking for my face
And I got no place to go
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
Well, pick your own mind
And don't you touch mine no more
Still waiting here for a single idea
In your clothes and your hair, I wore it last year
Oh no, doncha follow me no more
I said, "Oh no, doncha copy me no more"
I said, "Oh no, doncha copy me no more"
Well, the lines around my eyes
Are protected by a copyright law
Well, all the clubs and the bars and the little red cars
Not knowing why, but trying to get high
Oh no, doncha follow me no more
Doncha follow, doncha follow
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oh no! Photo! No bow! Hey, doncha know that I'm the Dun Crow!
Tweet!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2013 - 05:58pm PT
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Carlow, didja select that based on the cat photo or based on the music? Or both?
Because either or any way, you can't be faulted.
The cat is blind, right? Is that that the gag?
Great keyboard. Tight.
Hit replay.
Ron, hit replay, get it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 21, 2013 - 06:02pm PT
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On a sporting note this aft.
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Based on the Don Lauria thread about the EB and 'the shot taken by everyone who's ever done the route'
Another Blind Mice Productions "treatment" of an "idea" based on a "internet thread"
The Angling Lesson
The bait is set before the fish in a completely natural way.
Don (hesitantly): Maybe I'll dig 'em out and post them here.
The wily trout respondeth in a fashion true unto their nature.
Clint (not coyly):You could shoot them with a digital camera - not quite a nice as a scan but could be very good.
Tim's still in business, but lowsass water is not to his liking or financial benefit.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 22, 2013 - 11:28am PT
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Is today officially Herr Braun Day? One picture 8 (or 10) words, depending on how you look at it, but nonetheless, it speaks for itself - no?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2013 - 11:59am PT
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As Werner's name appears in 150 thread titles, he probably doesn't need to see more 'recognition' or receive more Jolly Good Fellow fellatio.
UN-officially, carry the hell on, pilgrim. And take Sgt. Rock along, as he don't take sh#t either, like WBraun.
He still packs a whallop with his dukes.
Maybe the Pythagorean birds could do a Fly-By?
As far as recognition for SAR folks goes, the oldest recorded recognition of such took place on the Steve Allen Show sometime in the late fifties.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yes.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 22, 2013 - 01:14pm PT
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Just about blew his mind
or perhaps a simpe twist of fate
Los Tres Amigos Redux (ad absurdam?)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2013 - 03:54pm PT
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Black and white on Sunday's fine.
At the beach in wintertime.
Won't you be my valentine?
Pictures make a rhyme sublime.
Once upon a time out in the WestA town grew slowly into the best
Place for students to take a test.
At UCM, they do their best!
These images are out of the new Historical Society calendar.
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Dec 22, 2013 - 04:50pm PT
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I must say here and now, that the quality of ST's reproduction of our photos sucks. If anything I have noticed in the last year plus I've been posting here, that's the one which has continuously bugged the crap out of me.
You got that right buddy!! Why do you think i post all mine from Flickr!
Here's why.
Merry Christmas good sir, from Sandra and I!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 22, 2013 - 08:50pm PT
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Say there say mouse, is that your Corvette?
Nice camera work there Big Mike. Can't help but observe that you squeezed a tower into the shot.
Anyway.
Dang! That sure looks like the Merced Tower up thread yonder.
Time passes slowly up there in the tower. Just ask Charlie Whitman.
EDIT: Just a side note, but if I hear one more TV person utter the phrase "went missing", I'm gonna dig Herr Whitman up and revive him and give him unlimted access to my VISA card to charge ammo to take these folks' transmission towers out.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 22, 2013 - 09:30pm PT
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And yes, that is my Green '58 Bonneville center stage. I think we went missing on a Seoncal run, but don't hold me to it or shoot me.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 23, 2013 - 01:28am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
more neat pics from merced... wow, thanks...
also, do you know more about the koala ranch... ?
never had heard of that... wonder why the trees died?
there is spots in san jose where the eucalyptus trees did well...
thanks for sharing the bird photos and the fish, too!
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2013 - 05:39am PT
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Ah, neebee, the koalas are all down under the ground, not one survived.
The owners were so despondent over the situation they began drinking heavily and the koalas all escaped one night
and were slaughtered by Basque shepherds who made the best sausage you ever had.
Actually, the whole Koala Ranch thing is a big fib. I made that up. I needed a good caption. I must control that impulse. I'm sorry to have misled you.
What happens when the place is infested with fleas? Eucalyptus leaves; and soon, the fleas flee, too.
My grand-kids make me proud, and they make me laugh. Jake and Noah and the kids from their church. If you go on Youtube, there are a zillion just like this from last night alone!
On the first day of Christmas my pastor said to me, "We'll be Happy birthday, Jesus, number three-three-three-three-three."
[Click to View YouTube Video]Check out the little guy on this end of the choir. I believe that's ADD/HAPPYDANCE, and it makes me wonder, is that a sign of wonder, that God makes such people?
http://www.famouspeoplearehuman.com/famous-people-adhd.htm
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 23, 2013 - 09:00pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 24, 2013 - 06:14am PT
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Why don't you take a picture? It lasts longer.
Famous words. Lasting. They get the point across like a photograph.
Concision. A normal-sized word of merit. Big words and lots of them are bunk.
The Big Picture. A black and white series of 1950s vintage dealing with the fight against Commies. I looked forward to the BIG picture each Saturday morning before cartoons, even.
Now I look back and the picture is so much larger.
Time has gone by like the wind past the wings in the Skytrain that Boomer flew.
The Porky Pig cartoons, the Rough Rider, Crusader Rabbit, howdy and goodbye, and thanks again, Uncle Walt, especially.
If streams were conscious they might not like the things that we put in them.
My streaming costs nothing. It is constant in my mind. I would that I could share it more readily.
But the fact is that you stream your stream. We all stream what we stream.
I want some egg cream. The whimsical connection is Lou Reed. This IS the secret underground Velvet Underground thread, is it knot?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2131598&msg=2131598#msg2131598
Guess not.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2132637&msg=2132637#msg2132637
Oh well...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 01:49am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
here is the twelve days of christmas gifts, to you from us 12-13 folks!
very sorry, dear group, about the lost box...
NEVER had this EVER happen:
here is the FIRST GIFT--poem at bottom:
For the FIRST day towards Christmas, came a gift that was so sweet...
from a gal, who was to ol' Doug, the BEST and oh-so-neat..
and THIS was tucked in to the box, as it was so perfect to go with:
as you can see now, feralfae, IS THE NUMBER ONE:
-DONE TO: THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS:
ENTITLED NOW-- THE FIRST-DAYS to Christmas,
HERE WE GO—on the first days of Christmas, my 'to do' friends gave to me...
a group-gift-box, of many things, as I shall NOW see...
For the FIRST day towards Christmas, came a gift that was so sweet...
from a gal, who was to ol' Doug, the BEST and oh-so-neat...
On the second day towards Christmas, came a bit of nutrition to snatch...
it was something soft and something crisp, that together, do match...
On the third day towards Christmas, came a gift to keep him busy...
yet, in a mindful way, YET—one might make him dizzy...
On the forth day towards Christmas, came something about a place he loves...
where the stars shine bright, from the moon, and all the aboves...
On the fifth day towards Christmas, came something to keep him warm
and cozy...
as about more gifts, he NOW gets NOSY!...
AND on the sixth day towards Christmas, speaking of nosy and warm and cozy, most likely he needs a gift for OUTSIDE...
one that will work on trips to town, YET, still function, for when at home, he does ABIDE...
On the seventh day of Christmas, as momento-leads to momento, came a darling little treat...
something from a mystery-solving gal, and her babe, that he happily did meet...
On eighth day of Christmas, came many intriguing bits of fun...
from someone that knows what inspires a mouse, when the day is done...
On the ninth day of Christmas, came a gift to inspire him to dream...
as the days of Christmas, run by like rivers, or a stream...
On the tenth day of Christmas, came a shocking surprise, like non-other...
something of warm memories, that rhymes with: another...
On the eleventh day of Christmas, anticipating the eve, and up late...
turns out, there came a gift that from head-to-toes,that just wouldn’t wait...
On the twelfth day of Christmas, the ol' mouse was by friendship, caught...
as he opened his last box, and on all of these gifts, took thought...
Yep--he was a mighty happy mouse, in deed...
from this Christmas, that to him, did speed....
Why, it included a ‘baker’s dozen’ gift, to JOIN with it all…
yep-- another giver, included--one that for him, years-ago, his heart did fall…
*Neebee tucked it in, to be from that gal, as a special thought, you’all…
HAPPY SWEET CHRISTMAS TO YOU MOUSE FROM MERCED!
WE WERE PICKED OFF, FROM YOUR “FLAMES” THREAD,
AND—were able to respond…
TOMORROW, YOU CAN see gift number two!
and so you won't 'just see what you missed'
and be left out, :(
i AM going to replace these, as,
we really enjoyed to know that this would be fun for you...
and really DO want you to have that fun!!!
feralfae and i love how you made lemonaid from the lemon-box, ;)
happy sweet christmas!!
ps:
you can go BACK to the riddle, too, that i posted somewhere, on flames or on chossmas?? and see how the riddle lined up to the gifts, as well,
THAT might be mouse-fun... AS WE know you like riddles, and word tricks, too...
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 07:20am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
now--on the second day towards christmas, your next
'to do' friend-- thocking.... sent to you...
well, HE PICKED THE CHEESE and crackers!
On the second day towards Christmas, came a bit of nutrition to snatch...
it was something soft and something crisp, that together, do match...
HERE IT IS... only on a thrift-store silver tray,
with a box of crackers and a little spreading knife...
ahh, now... read the poem, or the rhymes and wonder what
the next is/was... :)
the adventure is on!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 11:32am PT
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hey there, say, tad and mo... yeah, me too, it was so odd...
one item, fletcher put an extra 'heart and soul' into...
as well... plus the postage, :(
and you all, you all did fantastic! you all jumped right in, tad!
and you each just had a SPECIAL instinct, on WHAT GIFT TO PICK...
it was interesting to see it fall into place...
hee hee, and we even got hold of illusive-at-work skully,
and email-hard-situation zbrown, though:
they had to kind of take the LAST of the list pick,
but it still turned out nice for what they DID get as their
picked-gift... :))
and lastly, of ALL THINGS!!! THE FRUITCAKE WAS LEFT, AND
FERALFAE 'fell in love' with that idea, it was
'tailor' made, just FOR HER TO DO...
mouse:
she had GREAT FUN doing that for you...
so this is your IMAGINATION YEAR!
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 11:41am PT
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hey there say... and then for tomorrow????
whooooooo could it be next, :))
mouse is in suspense ;)... however, if he had the box,
he would know, SO i really should let mouse know
who is up, for tomorrow... so...
here you go, TOMORROW, it is the gift picked, by GENE!
you can wonder, mouse, just what gift gene might have picked :)
:)
happy long christmas week, 'til the new year! :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2013 - 12:13pm PT
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I love and respect old Gene. I don't want a replica of his nose. A protrait of the guy, I'm gots several already. Ah, the centrifuge! Yowzah!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 12:46pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
awww, shucks, keep thinking, :))
something more 'in depth' :)
say, more clues in the poem and in the riddle, as well...
ahahahhahaha, you MUST wait until the 'day three of this,
to OPEN that one...
have your coffee ready, :))
happy to see you here... happy christmas...
i am BUSY 'rewrapping' these gifts for the
'virtual' re boxing, :))
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 12:51pm PT
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hey there say, mouse, are you enjoying the fruitcake... ?
hope it is not too sweet, etc...
did you have juice, milk, or coffee with it...
feralfae said if it got there late you could soften it
by pouring brandy on it...
say, you read up on the book that is in the box:
with the fruitcake:
as you eat the cheese and crackers...
it is very interesting and a great match for the season...
there now, WE PUT YOU TO WORK...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2013 - 12:54pm PT
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Thanks'n Merry Christmas, Ron. I love you, Taxman.
Thanks again, neebee. Merry Christmas and I love you, shaddokiddo.
If that is a centrifugein there, Gene, it's great, and I hope you got it used from a liquidator of processing equipment. Why pay for new when it's just like used? Don't be confused.
NO MORE SHINY NEW EQUIPMENT ON THE RACK means you're a climber, not a hack.
What does one do with a centrifuge if one is a small furry objectified mammal?
I've always been interested in the separation of church and state, but the political threads have that covered. And Separation of Realities is not called for on Christmas. Egg yolk and white are separable. Minnie's left Mickey, irreconcilable habits. She is converting to Catholicism to become a bride of Christ. Cheeses wins every time. Minnie is/are called, few are chosen.
You should SEE the centrifuge that Mickey got Minnie two years ago for her birthday. It was a bear to move it, but it's probably going with her, so we'll have to move it all over again.
Speaking of used, Jeff got a used 16" planer at a supply place in Modesto last week. He said he wouldn't pay $1,600 for new, but when they offered him a VSU (very slightly used) on another brand, he was tempted. They got it from a man whose father passed and left a garage full of shop stuff he'd bought and this was a good deal for $1,000. But Jeff thinks he's canny with his dough, and he didn't buy it right away, but let this eat at him for a few days at home, then ran down there and got it before someone beat him to it. He couldn't bear the thought of missing out on the deal and he needs one pretty badly. He's managed to wear one that size out completely and and another he said he ruined.
I wonder what he's done with the old one?
Well, if it's not a centrifuge, maybe it's a kaleidoscope. I got one for Christmas long ago.
With Jeff, this collect-a-bunch-of-tools-a-man-needs syndrome began with his climbing rack, of a certainty. Then he quit climbing and became a skier, so he had X #/prs. of XC skis and every temperature and snow condition covered by all sorts of different waxes by all makers, of whom it seems that just Swix has lasted. I haven't the slightest idea what other brands are on the market as I no longer ski. His wax bag was a huge manifestation of a man's need to be the eternal Boy Scout and Stay Prepared.
The Tim Allen Tool-Time Syndrome, if you will. Leather apron not included.
Rack. Wax bag. Four sheds full of tools and supplies. But you can't take it with you and yer...u know.
Yeah, Merry Christmas and I hope you'll get the Sears acct. pd. by next Yule.
Gene, I won't be disappointed. Even if it's a crappy plastic twirly propeller on a long stick, that I have to blow to spin or run with to get it to spin, I'll always remember the thought that it's the thought that counts; and, unless you count on your fingers still, then you better stay away from shop tools.
Having 36 years experience in maching using all types of machine tools(both as a student, teaching aid,and a BS in Manufacturing Engineering and 10 years as a saftey officer. I was recently working alone in my shop(on a large'20in swing metal lathe' ) and had a momentary laps of consentration that earned me 56 stiches too rebuild my left thumb. I was lucky that the E-STOP button was withen reach of my right hand. it happend so fast it took several seconds for me to comprehend what had just happened. The moral of the story is....NEVER UNDER ESTIMATE THE UNEXPED. AND NEVER WORK ALONE! sic
http://yaledailynews.com/blog/2011/04/15/shop-safety-questioned-after-death/
Does the halo go on over the hard hat?
Merry Crutchmas, zBrown.
Merry Crankshaft, Throwpie.
Merry Braun, Werner.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2013 - 04:46pm PT
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'I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!' Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed.
'The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
Oh, Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this!
I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees!'
Am I forgiven
even though I did no wrong
and no harm was done
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2013 - 10:51pm PT
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Doug. Doug. Doug.From the book by Doug Scott, Himalayan Climbing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2013 - 11:58pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 12:08am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 12:21am PT
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Vern's window is the one that is lit in red lights. Good eats there tonight.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 01:50am PT
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http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2013/12/23/3408697/upgrades-to-merceds-tioga-begin.html
There is a photo of my bud Vern here. He was on the front page of the print version of the Sun-Star Tuesday.
The place has all the hallways primed and ready to go. It looks like zinc oxide to me.
This should prove interesting.
I have roaches living in the old wood chest. I have had that sprayed with the chemical they are using to do the cracks and crevices. It has not helped.
I have roaches laying eggs inside my scanner, for golly sakes. The pests are constantly drowning themselves in cold coffee sitting on the computer table. They crawl past the monitor on the wall behind it and my fly swatter's handy.
They will never get rid of these as they are the real rulers of Middle Earth. But that idea about the trash being taken OUT instead of being left IN the building is the best of the management's ideas so far.
The lobby and the office were taken care of first, you notice. Just saying.
The elevator repairs are going to be a pain in the butt. I am not looking forward to the exercise of having to haul groceries up the stairs. It will make us all stronger. Phaa!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 26, 2013 - 12:31pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
today, is day three from the 'virtual 12 days of 'to do' friends,
christmas gift box--GENE IS UP NOW:
here is gene's gift to you...
very sorry, i can not remember the titles of all the books...
On the third day towards Christmas, came a gift to keep him busy...
yet, in a mindful way, YET—one might make him dizzy...
the one that might 'make you dizzy' was the book about varies types of wine...
also, just remembered one, the smaller grey one:
it was on RECIPES FOR DIFFERENT TYPES OF STEW, all kinds,
from meat, fish, etc...
the book on names of wine and what they are...
the book on the calif. coast...
and i JUST can't remember the other three... :(
this was HIS gift to you... interesting books... :)
TOMORROW IS...
BARBARIAN... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 12:41pm PT
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Very brujo, bro.
Reminds me of Casteneda.
Can we name that little eaglet Dona Juana?
Wink, wink...budgie, budgie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 12:51pm PT
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so cool neebee thank you again and again
and thank you Gene--here's today's sunrise photo, like Tom Evans says, "...just for you, unique in all the world."
I'm looking forward to reading the forewords, the acknowledgements, the glossaries, the texts themselves, as well as looking at the pictures and reading the captions.
If the box ever arrives...
Was it Dancer's inside job?
Is feralfae and Iranian spy?
Will Throwpie ever learn to dance?
When will the Taco stop turning?
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 26, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
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Christmas flames for Mouse...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 02:02pm PT
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http://www.mercedcountytimes.net/photoessay/choice/1.html
This link is part of a photo essay, so keep clicking on the photo.
One of my hometown heroines, Monica Villa.
Here's what I did on Christmas Eve around noon.
Thank you to the Merced Rescue Mission for providing hundreds of free meals, a clothing giveaway, and a toy giveaway.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 26, 2013 - 05:27pm PT
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For over 1000 years, in many parts of Africa, there has been a belief that wearing this type of African jewelry would protect you from illness, keep you from harm, and bring you great fortune. Many Africans believe elephants serve as a link between heaven and earth. The hairs represent certain aspects (strands) of the wearer's life such as love, health, wealth, and harmony. The knots in the bracelet represent god's hands holding together the strands.
I'm thinking, maybe I should have kept wearing one.
Perhaps if you wear one long enough you can graduate to one of the gold versions which are known to sell for as much as $8500.00.
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Gene
climber
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Dec 26, 2013 - 06:01pm PT
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Mouse,
You're looking great in that picture!!!
Best,
g
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 26, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
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^^ I agree with Gene, but I still don't get the Mousie Dung tie in.
Save your Dixie Movie Lids. Southern California will rise again.
Castaneda you say?
The intended, but vetoed cover for book #3. "Bruja de La Jolla"
Funny thing, I think I have Carlos' signature/autograph in one of my many boxes of paper.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2013 - 10:31pm PT
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Paper? Boxes?
You have binders, too?
Chuck Norris kick-alike, there, brooj.
Thank you, Gene. I'm looking good because I feel good because I look good.
"I'm an insomniac...I've been awake since 1948."--Billy Crystal
Interview with Billy Crystal, Today Show
http://www.today.com/video/today/52960973#52960973
"You remember that time, back in '77?"
Marlon. Marlon. Marlon.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I don't know...I don't know...I don't know."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2013 - 09:07am PT
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I was a docent leading tours today, oh boy. I haven't done this for months. I haven't lost my touch, and it was a ton of fun.It's time to check out for the Ditch.
Meeting the Niece at C4 in three hours.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 27, 2013 - 09:28am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
here is barbarian's gift, FROM THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS POEM,
to you...
(if it never shows up, we are working on 'getting a real one')
:)
On the forth day towards Christmas, came something about a place he loves...
where the stars shine bright, from the moon, and all the aboves...
I WILL try to post the one, tomorrow, but if i am late, might have to wait 'til day 6 and post two???
some upsetting family health stuff is going on, and i don't know
how i will feel--it all depends on if i get any news today, :(
been waiting for my mom to call... :( can't share more, yet...
fletcher is up for the 5th day 'til christmas,
(6 will be skully)
happy good day with the niece!
and wow, great christmas shots, not all have loaded, but very nice!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 27, 2013 - 10:31am PT
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From our Chinese affiliate.
Icebreaker racing ...
http://www.foxnews.com/world/2013/12/27/icebreakers-racing-to-rescue-ship-trapped-in-ice-near-antarctica/
I was wondering whether the rescue will count as 12 days worth of presents.
From our American affiliate.
Selling Girl Scout Cookies helps girls develop 5 skills ...
Goal Setting, Decision Making, Money Management, People Skills, Business Ethics.
I must however question the ethics part. Two Tagalong cookies contain 5 grams of saturated fat plus 8 grams of sugar. I was wondering if they couldn't find another product to peddle which might be a little bit more heathful.
And if that does not give uPaws, then consider the case of Surfer's Eye
(Pterygium, probably climbers are susceptible as well).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2013 - 10:17pm PT
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Booty!
Thank you, guys and girls.
I got back after six, having done Sunnyside with my neice, Amy, and we visited the Brains, then we split up and she drove to her mom's, and I booked home, cuz I KNEW something was gonna happen.
I insured that with a little sunny surprise for neebee. You may receive it in three days. Let's hope so.
Truthfully, our expedition was one of those things you don't want to go through.
1. Amy could not get up the chimney with the backpack. We stuffed it with one CPO shirt I had worn, didn't need on the climb, her jacket, too, and a downie I'd carted along. The long lens. My camera, her camera, her cigs, my pipe, her brush, my wallet, keys, z headlamps (Fletcher--it's coming back with the "goods" next weekend and sorry for the delay on that), and a bottle of water.
2. I climbed fine with the rope and it felt good to lead that with no pro, just like I used to do on the face--the chimney's too much effort anyway, but her shoes were not giving her the confidence for that, so she elected the chimney. I rapped down, saying "Some other WARM sunny day." It was 34 degrees in the valley at nine, when I pulled into Camp 4. The clothing was needed, the walking barely kept us warm due to my slothful pace--Fletcher and CC and T Hocking know about that.
So she learned the trad basics, the bowline on a coil, the proper belay signals, how to throw a rope for rapping, how to coil it, and the only thing I didn't show her was belaying itself, as she had done some at Red Rocks, where her hiking group heads on weekends.
She loved the experience, as I knew she would. She's a kindergarten teacher in LV, and when she met Merry the Mrs. Brain, they had a good chat about her trying to apply at Yosemite's school for a position. Couldn't hurt. NO O, CC, but to quote Amy, "It's not for me any more." She's divorcing, see.
It was a beautiful morning and then the sun scum came and stayed. It was warmish, but coldish, too. We had twenty bucks to blow at Degnan's from Werner's selling the last of my iron. We had sandwiches and beer and then hit the road.
At Degnan's true to the scarfer's code, I bagged a sandwwich from one of the picnic tables that had been sitting there unattended while we ate. What else would one of you do? Look for the stupid owner?
Thanks again, Werner. And Merry, wonderful to see you. And your cat's really not named Cherry (where did I get that?), it's "Simon" but really "Sy" but Werner called her Simon, so. And she's not male. Beauty in the fur.
DO NOT LET THE CAT OUT should be a name of a climb up back of your place.
And now for some cheese & crackers and that left-over Half Dome brew.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2013 - 10:24pm PT
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Elephant bracelets are cool. NEVER take one off. EVER.
Is that YOUR eye, man? Mine only has a synthetic lens.
I wore the tie-dye, Cosmic, and I'm sure it helped my confidence. The approach shoes were just the ticket for this stuff today, but I will send the Fires. Thanks, Dwain. Much appreciated.
AND GENE, would you give me a call tonight or tomorrow, I'm having trouble with the phone. I'll email tonight anyway.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2013 - 10:38pm PT
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Upon opening the package, lo! the strapping is from the USPS, not neebee, I know she doesn't use plastic strapping. And there was a big old wad of clear plastic bubble wrap on top of the wadded wrapping paper used in the first packaging.
Here is what I found inside the box.
Solves the mystery, but still...
So far, no damage apparent, but I haven't dug into it yet.
The prayers of the mousehold for your problems with family, neebee.
I'll be opening only those you've gone over, the biscuits and books, fer sure. And the picture from Barbariano the Handsome.
Sunsight at Planada and sunclipse at the top of Guadalupe Grade.
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Barbarian
climber
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Dec 27, 2013 - 11:17pm PT
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Neebee is going to breathe a huge sigh of relief now that the box has arrived! Best wishes to you my friend!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 27, 2013 - 11:38pm PT
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Bearly anyone there for the show.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2013 - 11:57pm PT
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Thanks, Barbarina, and thanks for the picture. It's real mellow, like y'all.
BTW, man, Melanie's no longer interested in her soldier boy. He's being assigned to cook's school. She is disenchanted. She asked about the handsome tall guy with the camera. Oh, she did, too!
Feralfae
Fruitcake becomes this crowd and the amount of foil on that thing is like armor plating. You know, man can't live on fruitcake alone, but mice do their very best! The tea is very nice--I hardly ever get exotic tea.T Hocking's group has a real nice song named dragonfly. BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
I'd like to state that the fruitcake is beaucoup #1!
T Hocking
Thanks for the faux silver tray, the cheeses, and the crackers. This time of year, the Cheeses of Nazareth are mostly sold out. I understand. The string cheese is fine. The mice are using it to jump rope.
What are these other wee sleekit beasties in these packages? The second wave has landed.
neebee, I shall attend that matter next Monday, when the opportunity presents itself.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 07:49am PT
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hey there say, mouse... the photos are not loading... are all 13 gifts in there... hope so... wehww...
okay, today, was for fletcher, number 5...
and even, now, as i was not here to post...
number, 6... skully should be up....
i will post the verses... and you can share to them, YOUR THANKS for their GIFST... TO YOU...
FLETCHER, just happened to be in a position to purchase a special MOUSE for you gift... you will see...
(have you been finding all the mice, as well)...
i can't tell, yet, but i sure hope this was STILL A BIG BOX AND not taken apartt??????
your FLAMES (posters) here, LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH...
YES, A BIT GOOFY you all can be ;)... and mysterious words, abound...
but you create much:
merced history notes here... and climbing history notes... and fun art...
so we can just take care over the 'slippery stones' or 'mossy ones' that 'only flames' can really understand here, and:
we can THUS ENJOY the:
river of pics, notes, and even california scenery of yosemite and who KNOWS WHAT ALL that appears from the ol' camera!
thank you for that... and happy 12 days AFTER CHRISTMAS, :))
WELL HERE ARE THE VERSES FOR THE NEXT GIFT,
FLETCH IS FIVE, AND SKULLY IS SIX:
On the fifth day towards Christmas, came something to keep him warm
and cozy...
as about more gifts, he NOW gets NOSY!...
AND on the sixth day towards Christmas, speaking of nosy and warm and cozy, most likely he needs a gift for OUTSIDE...
one that will work on trips to town, YET, still function, for when at home, he does ABIDE...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 07:58am PT
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hey there say, mouse... okay, i SAW the box... it still looks big...
so EVERYTHING all 13, are in it, right???
wow, poem, too? on top, and the directions???
oh my...
say, yep, i just saw the mice are there:
What are these other wee sleekit beasties in these packages? The second wave has landed
wow!
GLAD I DID NOT POST THE NEXT TWO GIFTS... :o
EDIT:
OOOPS, WAS SO excited, please forgive, forgot to say how wonderful to
see the share, about your niece... the pics are loading now, too!
god bless...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 28, 2013 - 10:59am PT
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The booklist:
Soups, Stews, and Casseroles
The FINE Wines of California (Is there a "Good Enough Wines of Minnesota?")
America's Seashore Wonderlands
California Scenic Highway No. 1 (Indeed "Numbah One!")
A vintage 1965 copy of Christmas Ideals (Treasure Chest of "good things" predating Martha)
Dider's Regest ON THE ROAD USA (On a fresh roll of Charmin, my true love gave to me...Take that Mister Kerouac!)
Sleekit: sleek, smooth (indeed they are, eerily so)
crafty, deceitful (as they must)
All things are frozen outside today. Merced temperature is all of 32 degrees and if you think I'm going out photographing in freezing fog, yer nuts, nuttier than a fruitcake.
Fruitcake? Let us eat the fruitcake!Opened books. Fletcher knows.Gene, call me this a.m., please.
Will wait till later on today when people are awake to enjoy the next two gifts.
I'd just like to say, and Amy agrees, that the only appropriate response to all this outpouring of gratitude is this.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 28, 2013 - 01:12pm PT
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It has come to my attn. that neebee bought the books. She must, therefore, have bought the rest of the gifts. Boxed it all up. It weighed enough, that's for sure, maybe twenty-five to thirty pounds. It was wheeled up here to Middle Earth on a dolly, not a dollie like in the Dolly-mights.
I was just showing these gifts to the gal downstairs, Marina, and her daughter, a three-year-lol'd, and I paid her the ten I owed for some smoke her old man sold me, and she went, "We were on our last dollar."
The Lord is a Mystery unto me. That He always shall be.
And if I don't get it today, then tomorrow, maybe.
The Christmas that kept on giving, once it got underway.
Marina mentioned she is still getting boxes of gifts, as well, so this year has been a bear for the USPS, and it can logically get only worse. I have discovered that not just the USPS, but both the VA and the IRS as well, all fit into the same category, that is, gov't. entities turned into business concerns which the gov't can't control since they are what they are. I don't know what that portends, but it fits the capitalistic profile to a T.
Speaking of tea, since Gene spilled the beans about neebee's HUGE self-assignment, the fruitcake is especially good if heated in the 'wave and drunk with Folger's Crystals that are cooked for six minutes in the boiling water of a cup in the 'wave, as well, but it takes five minutes to cool enough to drink. The flavor is...unique.
As is neebee, who's much more than appreciated, she's LOVED!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 01:24pm PT
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hey there say, mouse.... wow...wow...wow... and oh my, wow!...
the gifts are all there... oh my and wow...
you know what... this is good diversion to keep my mind busy, while i wait for my mom again, to call, about my dad :(
good to stay busy... then pray... then stay busy, etc.. etc...
WOW, MOUSE AND YOU GUYS!!!! I WAS NOT SURE IF WE WOULD SEE THIS PILE
OF STUFF, OH MY!!!!!...
IT IS TWICE as special now... (like when the prodigal son came home to his daddy) ;)
the wandering mice, have come home!
say, um, i think that ONE mouse, is laying on his back, perhaps THAT
is why his fur is riled up... (like cats, they make like strokes the wrong way) ;)
wow, so, since we skipped yesterday, you can either stick with 5,
or go with 5 and 6, but NO MORE! HEE HEE, until tomorrow then, :)
say, this get you up to new year, i wonder--yeah, but you will
go until the FOURTH day, or so?
WOW, say, is there any fruitcake left to view?
or is my download not working, :)
do you write 'taste-test-reviews' ;)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 01:32pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
here is how it went...
i was praying one eve, while, looking in the mirror, and thinking of my
twin buddies and how i missed them...
then, i was thinking of other buddies and how they all appreciate each other, and well, i thought about you, and the flames, since i
see YOUR BUDDY COMMARADIER EVERY EVE...
AND IT JUST CAME TO ME:
on the 12 days of christmas, the song... not sure why...
so then, i got the idea...
mouse misses HIS BUDDIES, TOO, as they are all around...
(those on the flames...)...
so i picked 12 of them and email them...
told them i HAD A LIST OF THINGS... AND IF THEY COULD,
(LIKE IF they were all here, etc)
what WOULD THEY PICK??? on that list, to send to you
(as if they BOUGHT IT)
did it this way, as it was cheaper on the pocket book for
them, easy to shop, like me BEING THEIR AMAZON.COM)
THEN, after they picked, i looked for these things that they
would like YOU TO HAVE, TO BE FROM THEM...
and then, i boxed them up for you...
now, barbarian, already HAPPENED TO HAVE a gift, so he mailed it here...
and fletcher had a neat idea, of what to BUY to put on his gift,
to you...
so these are as i was the AMAZON.COM STORE...
SO i am not that special, i am just the 'storefront'...
they were the BIG HEARTED GUYS that played along...
they sure could have brushed me off, as 'oh you silly gal'
(you know, these big tough climber flame-guys) ...
but no! oh no! there merced-mouse is a good buddy...
like my twin buddies, when i started thinking of all this...
just by looking in the mirror and thinkng
how christmas is the season for good buddy-ship!!!!
and there you go!
made the poem... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 01:39pm PT
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hey there say... and you know... this is the SUPER FUN!
THE LAST ITEM ON THE LIST WAS THIS:
homemade fruitcake...
so i just reckoned i'd bake it, as i planned on doing...
wouldn't quite have the 'spunk' in it, as i was running low,
by then...
well, out of the wild blue yonder, JUST IN TIME,
feralfae alighted on the 'bush of hope' and
said 'pick me!' and:
i let her know the last item left, was the fruitcake,
though, she PICKED IT ANYWAY, as--she had a friend that made the BEST FRUITCAKES...
so this is all feralfae here...
SHE LOVED doing this so much!! you see why i was soooo concerned,
as to the box?? and what happened...
she paid for that, and shipped it to me, too... :)
(even kept it hidden in her freezer, 'til time to send)...
every gift is TAILOR made, as best i could to the guys that
picked off the list...
:)
thus, the secret project post, at taco:
number 'whatever' IS NOW TAKEN, !
SEE?
THEY HAD TO PICK YOUR GIFT... :)
edit:
you know, the box, the gal said, later, was .5 overthe 32lbs. so
that must be why it was sent to FREIGHT and once there, the box
could not handle REAL freight bumping around it?
so they redid it all,etc.. .oh my :O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 28, 2013 - 01:52pm PT
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I made sure that Marina's family got some. Her daughter spit out the glace cherry. You either like or dislike glazed fruit, I think. It's sort of the same on the Taco. Some can't get it, some do. That extra .5 pounds was aluminum foil!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 02:21pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
now THAT is funny!!! rotflwc (rolling on the floor laughing with critters)...
the ALUMINUM FOILED the box... :O
;)
and, second laugh of the day:
looks more like a sewer rat than a mouse--you best check them
all for their ID...
oh my, :O
well, checked my eamil... will get off line and hope and pray for my dad...
if i get a call for good, tonight, i will email you, too...
since you asked and will update the post on my daddy...
thank you for the fun!!
and remember, this was a joint effort... (NO not THAT kind) (or THAT kind)
but the one-body-group-joint effort,
or this never would have worked out...
i may have done the listin'
but THEY did the pickin'
:)
and, well, fletcher and iloilo
did the postal-pitchnin'
edit:
wow, WOW!!! HOW PRETTY... very pretty!!!
wow, neat fruitcake, faraelfae...
can't wait for you to get home and see this!
wow! course, i know you SAW it, but you get to see it EATEN NOW!
say, mouse, was the cheese still good?
all, some, or one?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 02:29pm PT
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hey there say, ...look ron... look!!!
see mouse open!
see mouse have fun!!!
run ron run!!
hmmm, now, just where have heard'tell talk like that.. ;)
(actually, i vaguely remember those reading books, such as that, when
i was a little kid) :)
wow, ron!! it GOT HERE!!!!! WOW!
got to let nita and andy know,
skully, jaybro...
zbrown, for sure must be aroudn...
i will send a facebook note to lilabiene...
fletcher needs to know, and johntp, etc...
and me, ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 28, 2013 - 02:51pm PT
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As my late honey sez:
"Everyday should be like Christmas."
Liz was one of the ladies in town with a House of Lloyd's Christmas Around the World franchise.
I'd like to say to THE BRAVE COWBOY, that your selection of the Talking Heads' Stop Making Sense is my current musical ideel. Thank you for posting that on the TH thread, it's making my day. Nothing could be this much fun. Heaven must be a place like this Taco Stand. With plush chairs and remote controls and bus-putti.
And drumming, good f-ing drumming!
"Tell me what you see?
With a little practice..."--D. Byrne
People asked a while ago, shaking their heads in aghastness,
"What is this thread?"
It ain't no party, it ain't no disco, it ain't Mariposa, it's still a Burning Question in the mouse house.
Where now, zBrown cow?
Holstein? Guernsey? Jersey?[Click to View YouTube Video]Nothing like it in Middle Earth.
I'm going fishing instead.
A new set of Clue solutions for any clueless ones:
At Mike's with Marcel and his mom and his boy, on the dock, with a "priest."
Where the water's clean,
The trout are mean,
The the worms come clean,
Nawmean?
On the banks of the Old Merc,
With Wyoming in my back yard,
Life used to be so hard.
Now everything's easier
And I can run a yard in 6/10 of a mile
And that rhymes with smile.
Some won't get that, others will.
When they go to bed, they might be smiling still.
The thread too tough to die.
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Gene
climber
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Dec 28, 2013 - 03:23pm PT
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 28, 2013 - 03:34pm PT
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Whatever happens... don't let the thread runaway from Merced... it's giving a unique insight into a local American community.. and it's giving high value on the other side of the pond... keep up the good work...
Once more OT: Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
[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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Dec 28, 2013 - 03:35pm PT
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Yep, Gene's a runaway train and it looks all downhill, too! Woo-wooooo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 28, 2013 - 03:54pm PT
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My favorite year.
I hear fish calling:
"Nyah-nyah, ya can't catch me!"
Later, guys 'n' girls...
As the Old Toole said in that memorable flick:
Finding fish feeding is easy.
Getting them to take your bait, that's hard.--Alan Swann song
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Dec 28, 2013 - 06:03pm PT
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Whew!
So glad the BOX arrived.
Was that mouse in the Fruitcake?
And you wonder why I provided fruitcake armor? With mice running around in the same container? LOL
Neebs, I love the Foiled pun, just lovely. :)
Congratulations, Neebs! You did it!
Sorry about all the heavy metal.
No, not really. :) The whole project was super fun. That fruitcake is from Texas, where I have cousins in the business. :) They have lots of pecan trees. I am glad you like the fruitcake, and I have had a great deal of fun and entertainment, agony, expectancy, anticipation, frustration, and a few cruel words about the poor Post Office people who get it right more than most countries' postal service, and who are also more honest, which counts for a lot. They even included a letter of apology, which is really something you never see in most places. Probably in Canada, and a kinder, more polite letter, if possible.
Hurray! Happy New Year!
Another reason to celebrate! Great Job, neebee! You have amazing coordination skills for projects. A born artist and organizer. Thank you for all the fun and entertainment, and for letting me be a part of this project where I had
Entirely Too Much Fun.
Laughing Robustly,
feralfae
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 06:05pm PT
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hey there say, gene... i love watching trains go by...
and marlow:
yep, merced local is a top-notch part of the flames, now...
does something very special...
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2013 - 06:54pm PT
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hey there say, feralfae, HOW did i miss your post here, :O
we must have posted at the same time, :O
i only saw gene and marlow... oh my and here my POST was after yours...
i had got off line to finish something for my mom, :)
will get off line now, too and get it ready to mail...
will be back in a few LATE hours... i hope... but
NOT if my mom calls... :)
(thank you for the prayers on the other post,
and--can't wait to hear your adventures...
and, i love the 'laughing robustly' here, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 28, 2013 - 11:49pm PT
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I cant' tell where to start, but I'll get there.
I may be coming down with something.Stupidity. I never should have let Amy untie and try to climb the gully on her own.
We lived and learned, and we didn't get burned on the Yo Falls trail far below.
So I lived and returned to find the box of booty.
I herewith do my humble After Christmas duty.
A Poem is a brief pause or a long one.
A Santa has a long beard or a short one.
Like a Pome Has, I Got a Stone In My Heart.
They might lose patience if I never start.
No contention
My intention
With Peace reigning
In my time remaining
There is nothing of evil's invention
Which trumps the power of the Redemption
He named Himself
As the Father's elf
THE Gifter is the handle
So burn a little candle
He's here on the Supertaco
Jist thoughtcha ought'know
View east across the San Joaquin to a peak, nameless to me and mysterioso in this light. "Calvary's just another hill."--Joseph BloughLive better electrically, says the Merced Irrigation District, today's sponsor at Mike's and Michelle's on the Banks ob de ole Merced.
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Fletcher
Gym climber
A very quiet place
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Dec 29, 2013 - 12:59am PT
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Great to see all the goodies arriving and getting opened! Behind the scenes the shipping got a bit "interesting" but Neebee came up with a solution, somehow. Magic!
Eric
P.S. Mouse: no worries on the headlamp... I'm pleased it's getting used in fun environs! Take your time.
Open books... yeah, might know about them a tad! You'll be pleased to know I'm continuing with my Camalot divestment program. Just yesterday, I planted another easter egg as a post Xmas treat for some unsuspecting soul. Ha ha!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 05:35am PT
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Ah, Fletcher! Good to hear your figurative voice--sorry to hear of the success of your program.
I, on the other hand, following the semi-debacle on Sunnyside, went to Degnan's and scarfed that sandwich (no cheese) on the table, got it home, and found it was vegetarian. Well, I put the cheddar to gooda use there.
This wheel of Gouda is the perfect midnight snack, the perfect late night dinner in front of the tube.
There's a club which specializes in pity for people like us with first world problems like Cam-sinkage, Loss of Male Sac, that sort of thing.
Puddles is just what the doc wants you to pee, uh, be.
Ray Charles' hit.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Lorde's hit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmCJEehYtU
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 06:52am PT
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We all need help from time to time.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
For the record, "etrier" is pronounced this way, mate: "Eh, tree, eh."
Review of gear review:
One thumb up.
Could not be better with Richard Gere in the role.
Aiding is its own reward and so is watching CMac.
Big Mike likes this, too.
El Cap Pics picks CMac for honors.
Hey, Chris, my annual hi.
How's it hanging?
Seriously.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 08:09am PT
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Since it's all tore up, the wrapping's half-gone, this one gift from two folks can't stay there staring me in the face.
Number seven, skipping six till manana.
There.Frames for the Flames.
Thank you, Orbrey and the girl known as THE Muppet in Middle Earth.
Happy New Year, seven times seven, Seven!
for you eye, it's 34 degrees out there in the frosty air
and if you think I'm going out shooting in that chill you are nuts, sister
light the dawnbreaker and kick it with the duck
DD v CD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4XrbQozduM
first one's a rerun *click*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 08:19am PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 29, 2013 - 08:35am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, the day-trip again, very nice!!
and susets, of course...
say, and MICE everywhere!!! it MUST be due to the cheese, ;)
also, fletcher!!
he PICKED out that mouse panal, for his gift, that he picked
from our list...
and:
i LEARNED the history behind it:
fletcher HELPED an artist, at 'etsy' somewhere, when he found this
panal and ordered it from there... as it was
a SPECIAL made panal--it came with instructions...
i did what they said:
ironed it... washed it... and then re'ironed it to dry it...
SO it is supposed to be washable,
HOWEVER:
NO HOT WATER... OR HARSH DETERGENT...
IN OTHER WORDS:
TELL the mice to eat at the table... or--at the platter,
as the case may be...
ps:
awwww'drey, has a seperate package that was late for the box, to
go with THE NUMBER SEVEN... she may? have mailed it, not sure...
:)
happy 'mouse about the house' night...
ps:
my mom has not called, so i will be so 'nosey' (even though if may not be cozy) to CALL her tomorrow... i just need to know, mom, i will say... :(
happy good eve!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 08:57am PT
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So that's not a quilt, it's a panel, like in a triptych.
Now there is a word never heard with this herd.
http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1821718/The-enigma-that-was-the-Dolt
Alabama Shakes
From Bermingham to Boston
Everyone do the Double Take and Fade Away
[Click to View YouTube Video]
for neebee
"Hold On"
Bless my heart, bless my soul.
Didn't think I'd make it to 22 years old.
There must be someone up above sayin',
"Come on, Brittany, you got to come on up.
You got to hold on...
Hey, you got to hold on..."
So, bless my heart and bless yours too.
I don't know where I'm gonna go
Don't know what I'm gonna do.
There must be somebody up above sayin',
"Come on, Brittany, you got to come on now!
You got to hold on...
Hey, you got to hold on..."
"Yeah! You got to wait!
Yeah! You got to wait!"
But I don't wanna wait!
No, I don't wanna wait...
So, bless my heart and bless my mind.
I got so much to do, I ain't got much time
So, must be someone up above saying,
"Come on, girl! Yeah, you got to get back up!
You got to hold on...
Yeah, you got to hold on..."
"Yeah! You got to wait!"
I don't wanna wait!
But I don't wanna wait!
No, I don't wanna wait!
You got to hold on...
You got to hold on...
You got to hold on...
You got to hold on...
It is always my aim to give you the silents are golden platitudes,
Enhanced by the tribution to the ones with the attitudes
Like the Dolt, my reel ideel. As in Dolt Cart.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
[Click to View YouTube Video]The double-take. May it never fade away.
Thank you Audrey and THE Muppet.
edit for Odd: Play that video for THE Muppet. See her rock. Take pictures and post when you can. My little rocker went gaga for Eddie Murphy and Delerious, but won't cop to it as a big girl now. I'm hoping to see you both whenever. Happy New Year, Dolt Kits.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 09:19am PT
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1958 will never fade away.[Click to View YouTube Video]Love bigger than a Cadillac. WAY bigger than a Dolt Cart.
Muppet's Grampa Was the Pilot
The Nose was run by Harding.
Something we all know.
The belay was provided by Merry.
Roper saith so.
It is fact and not just fiction
That to overcome the friction
Of hauling their daily nutrition
They entrusted to Feurer their mission
And he came up with the craziest thing!
Bada-boom! Not-a-bong! Bada-bing!
LO! the cart de Dolt
http://www.yosemiteclimbing.org/content/new-acquisition-warren-harding-photos
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 29, 2013 - 09:35am PT
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hey there say, mouse... oops, okay, let me try again...
the mouse panals, five... all discussed being ON the quilt...
the quilt is NOW REALLY a quilt, and ONE without guilt, if:
it is not washed to the hilt...
;)
oh no, THAT won't work:
as, if you hilt it up to the light, you'd see it has NO HILT
to be washed to...
SAY, 'i've washed tooooo many quilts take second fiddle to
blankets, when it comes to a good wash...
however, as to a good WASH, one really needs a sleepingbag,
they can handle the rugged terrain far better...
however, far better, or far worse... there is NOTHING like a quilt...
well, except for ol' bobby bob the CAT!
AS, THAT was the guilty quilty that nearly DID him in...
but inDID, did god reach in, and safe him!!!
wow... :O
note:
hope your 'Dcider'ing code is up to par, tonight,
so that you may par'up these words into something that makes
sense...
since, bobby-bob had none, in his non-sense, thus warning us, we NEED some...
;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 08:37pm PT
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You talkin' to me?
You make the quilt. You make the quilt. You make the quilt.
I heard some things. Bobby Bob almost became an echo. Bobby Bob, you listen' to me? Perfect. You talkin' to me or you talkin' to neebee? That's a good kitty. Hello, kitty. You talked to her recently? Really. Those mice! Nice talkin'. Your move. You make the move.
I heard some things. Max, I heard some things. You talkin' to me, Max? Ron, I heard some good things. Martha said hi. She'll look you up. (I want to hear everything. All the good things.) You don't have to worry. She'll make the move. She'll be walkin' around the mountains when she comes. I heard all kinds of things. She'll make the move.
I heard some T Hocking things...Something...oh, yeah...Tad hung his stocking with a slip knot and it slipped. I heard some things that slipped my mind. Punchy? I heard some bells. Ding. Bong. Ding. I heard you say that. I heard some things.
Gene, I heard some things. You were talking to me. I heard we're good to go. You talked to Cosmic. I heard some things.
Echo Summit. Echo Lake. I heard some things. Strawberry's still red. Love before you leap. You make the move. You make the move. The dikes await. Go left, then up, then left, then up, go right, then up...I heard some things. Dikes love to gossip. Belay that. Dikes love to go left, then up, then right, then up, then left, then up, and one-two-three we're waltzing. I got the beat. You got the beat? You make the move, you're leading. I follow, I'm not leading. You make the move. It's your move. 1-2-3, 4-5-6, 7-8...I'm up. Standin' 8! I'm here. You make the move.
I'm the only one here. I'm not there. I'm right here. You lookin' at me?
[Click to View YouTube Video]You walkin' my way, Liz?
Hello, that music...you're near here, leading me on. Just what you want to do. Hopeless. I'm following you. I get it. The Alone Wonderland is kiddie land. Kitty land. Land of litter-bearers. Little kits, are you listening, never knowing a right from a left, look at me.
I'll give you a quarter, for the movies, yeah. Leave me alone with your big sister Liz, who takes care of you when mom's at work. That's a dollar in quarters. Go. No candy, you fatties!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Here's lookin' at you, Bobby Bob & Weave, Patty-Ann and all."
And very, very thank you all.
I've been all over town, lookin' around. Makin' a crazy-quilt pattern like a punch-drunk boxer.
Here's some looks for you mice and men. Unique in all the county.
Little-known fact, I think. Jimmy O'Neill is not Timmy O'Neill.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 09:46pm PT
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I am taking full advantage of having wheels on fire to truck me around to look at stuff. Two more days and it's going to dawn on me that it's gone to Dawn and Vern.
Meh.
It's almost history.
I'm still here.That, I get.Is he a goer? Wink, nudge...You shine, Fletcher.Are these empties on the verge of the highway of promises?
My annual visit to the Barnes & Noble, see. I was lookin' for Chrissie.
Never on Sundays, but I sort of thought that. She used to work with me at B. Dalton Bookseller on the mall. She used to work at the Regency Cinema at the mall. She used to work three jobs to support herself and her mother. Bodacious lady, good friend, go-getter, well-read and well-informed, what's not to like? Happy New Year, Chrissie, wherever you are working today!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2013 - 11:07pm PT
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Would you look at those Christmas accessories?! Smart papa.Camp Tuolumne Trails
22988 Ferretti Road
Groveland, CA 95321
(209) 962-7534
They did not get burned out in the Rim fire. They need donations badly, however. Please, donate. Thank you from the MDA chapter in Merced.These may look chossy, but they are solid. Mice five ten abounds. Nothing harder. Yet.
Tough to access when the creek is filled. This is the lowest it's been.
But first, let me change my pants.
Yes, I'm trying to up my ST ratio.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2296618&msg=2296618#msg2296618
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Dec 30, 2013 - 12:15am PT
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For feralfae, a rare jewel with a message for you. Guess who? He's talkin' to you. He's talkin'. He's leavin'. Bye. He'll likely be back as something else. What? He wants fruitcake left out for the birds. Can you, please?
Thank you. Doug was a wildlife biologist once upon a time, studying owls and raptors. The night he escaped, a Great Horned Owl came and perched on the deck railing, and tried to come in a closed window (it was February). Other owls have since come fairly routinely and sit out in the trees, calling until I come outside. I also have the resident Raven. :) And hummingbirds in the summer.
Most winter mornings, I put out suet in the suet post, sunflower seeds, other seeds, and sometimes toast crusts. Before I close the door, there are Pygmy and White- and Red-breasted nuthatches, hairy and downy woodpeckers, house finches, chickadees, flickers, and the occasional Stellars Jay at the feeders. There are two Townsend's Solitaires wintering here in the apple trees. Sometimes I put out apple slices or berries for the Solitaires. But I am cakeless, alas!
The spirit I love left that old embodiment which had the body label of Doug. I was there when spirit left. So I know. Doug's last words, smiling as he looked up at the ceiling, were, "Oh, Wow!" I sent him with my love out to play in the stars. I think he is already back, so I am at peace. :) I have birds to keep fed, and rabbits to keep in chopped carrots, and deer who expect fresh fruits and veggies a few times each week. And play, and the fun of coming here to TOPO and checking on things during these days of not much work to do.
Mouse, sir, thank you for all your scenic and cozy images. I am glad you are enjoying neebee's wonderful surprise box, and so happy it finally made it.
I liked the elf note you wrote for Strider. Nice one.
Thank you for the bird photos. :) I am also enjoying the BIRDS thread.
Happy New Year!
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2013 - 12:26am PT
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Thank you, fae.
It makes this all worth smile. :0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2013 - 03:36am PT
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Blues Incorporated were a British R&B band in the early 1960s, led by Alexis Korner and featuring at various times Jack Bruce, Charlie Watts, Terry Cox, Ginger Baker, Long John Baldry, Ronnie Jones, Danny Thompson, Graham Bond, Cyril Davies, Malcolm Cecil and Dick Heckstall-Smith.--Da Wiki
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blues_Incorporated
For zBrown (vocal), Andy (rhythm), T Hocking (bass), Ron Anderson (lead,), Lilabiene and THE Muppet (back-up vocals), feralfae (a paper comb?), Topo Gigio's family (chorus), Scrooge (producer), neebee (harmony), Gene (musical direction), Jaybro (page-turner crew ramrod), and the rest of the mice--excepting nita!--(claques and barkers on the sidewalk). Enjoy the song--you worked hard.
Play hard!
[Click to View YouTube Video]nita's nita. Love ya, chica!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2013 - 04:08am PT
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Ever try to sleep with mice runnin' round?
The gray mouse flew only five feet.
The white mouse flew over eight feet.
The black mouse flew at least ten feet, unofficially.
Hi jinx!You could put your own eye out, so be safe and wear glasses.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2013 - 06:19am PT
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Yipee for Yepes!
[Click to View YouTube Video]This is the sound of mice runnin' around the house.
Pulled out the hoody and the muffler. I thought it was gonna be a sweater.Words fail.
Couldn't get the quilt, eh?
You can borrow my Afghan anytime, anyplace.
Thank you.
Amen.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 30, 2013 - 09:56am PT
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hey there say, feralfae...
as to this:
The spirit I love left that old embodiment which had the body label of Doug. I was there when spirit left. So I know. Doug's last words, smiling as he looked up at the ceiling, were, "Oh, Wow!" I sent him with my love out to play in the stars. I think he is already back, so I am at peace. :) I have birds to keep fed, and rabbits to keep in chopped carrots, and deer who expect fresh fruits and veggies a few times each week. And play, and the fun of coming here to TOPO and checking on things during these days of not much work to do.
i am cherishing this in my heart:
i can see you with all the critters, now...
i am going to try to go treat mine, now... the overbearing old crows, seem to show up and take it all away, :(
but i shall not give up! having been mustered by your cheery work!
oh my, mouse... i missed the neat pics loading, but the ones from the other day are showing faster, so, ?my computer memory, cookies? or something, MUST have made the first ones, easy-access? ...
will let this sit, while i take care of some chores (almost type choss, oh my) ;)) and see what shows up, here, then, as to neat pics!
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2013 - 11:19am PT
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The "freeway" through Merced runs parallel to the numbered streets, then the "highway" takes an abrupt southerly turn below Yosemite Parkway and runs pretty straight for many miles.
The orange line follows the direction of the streets and freeway; the yellow, the direction of the highway beginning at the parkway, more than less, I think. NO compass, no heading, just dead reckoning will place those peaks in Sequoia National Park/Monarch Wilderness.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"So God made a farmer."
http://www.politico.com/story/2013/02/dodge-farmer-ad-wins-pundit-praise-87133.html
Please, rain, it's that other day. Come again soon, we might blow away!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 30, 2013 - 05:09pm PT
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Well, I never met a termite that I did not loath ... until now ...
Termites can eat up days and days of your time, even if your time is not cellulose, I've discovered. Ah for the good old days when the only care was whether the Partisan was going to be open on New Year's Eve.
Sixteen minutes is a long time in the modern world, but give the first 1:45 a look if you're so inclined.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 30, 2013 - 05:54pm PT
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Here's one I learned today.
Tam Bien:
Cheap USB Borescope Endoscope Camera Review
I was looking for termite tools, but this is an interesting way to look at motorcycles.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 30, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
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Whilst some folks were busy climbing rocks and becoming masters of stone, others were busy doing important stuff, like shutting down disneyland.
kinda begs the question, where you from SA?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 02:50am PT
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Each of us lives in his own Adventureland.
Bruce Willis, the headman of the yipee ki-yays, shops here for roach clips--
Yippie Hippie Shop
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Yippie-Hippie-Shop/149379668433903
just a half a meter off the sidewalk and around the back of that redwood tree.
I wakened for a bodliy function but remembered the gifts--I had fallen asleep like a sack of seaweed, just lay inert for three hours, a standard length of time to sleep if you are my age, and now can't return there. It's not insomnia. It's just something to do till I fall back into slumber.
Jaybro's eighth day present is a locking 'biner, a harness, a 200m rope, and a cheap card.
How can I thank you?
Oh--dreaming. Sleepier than I thought.
Okay, this is the package. It made it here, but was hanging on by the skin of its wrapping paper to being a "secret." I could see the box, but not its contents, a wooden puzzle, the object of which is to confuse the assembler. The set came in a wood box and these were accompanied by the framed tile with the Japanese character for tranquility painted on it and fired.
An old olive oil container--a decorative item, for sure, since the cork is permanently em-placed--is also included at the nominal price of no charge.
And again, I'm not worthy, guys. Thanks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 09:46am PT
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Yipee for the gang who got it together!
The more that neebee fills me in, the better this gift box becomes.
I won't embarrass the lot of you, fear not.
My aim this year, not a resolve, is to be nice, not snide.
To be uplifting, not posting and saying how I hate the subject, how disgusting something is, how ignorant, stupid or lame someone acted, and to post decent photos of people as subjects and to limit the rest to good stuff, level and focused.
(But the Raiders still suck and always will.)
I'm getting to where I'm nearly as good as some others here in my photography, and quantity is not what is called for when the audience is genuinely above average in intelligence, taste, and judgement.
I've gotten over my awe of the "names" here, for they are basically no different than I, simply better at their games than I or my old pals, the Flames.
This is absolutely fine and the way it should be. It's like an adoption into a loving family. You need it, they are willing to share it.
So, brevity being the best thing in a writer's or poet's bag of tricks, let me say nothing more, except that I wish and pray and hope and say
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Burn it up! Burn it down!
It won't matter to zBrown or Jaybro or Barbarian, et al.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 10:09am PT
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Is it 2014 yet?
Is Big Brother's daughter in charge now?
Will they see ALL the warts, or will Max Factor step in to save the day?
Is Leinengen behind this ANT caper?
Will the remake of "Same Time Next Year", tentatively titled "Same Time This Year," be allowed to proceed unmolested?
Will Chris Diamontopoulos return as "Moe" in the Three Stooges sequel to "Termites of 1938," working title of "Roaches of 2015." Or will I get the job?
It's your movie...make your movie...I'm the only one here...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 12:37pm PT
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I'll figure it out. It all works out. Find myself a new year to live in.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 31, 2013 - 12:47pm PT
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This thread has got everything... there's humans, mice, cats, dogs, trout, birds, squirrels and more. I have seen few horses. Here's one - among many stones:
Irish?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 12:55pm PT
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Camouflageed, that hoss. It's French. They're Californian and there's no camoo-floggin' allowed here.
And there is an on-going fight to keep tat off the streets, out of the way, and off the climbing routes so people will maybe come back to visit the hellhole of Yosemite Valley once more.
Peekin' over da Rim.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 31, 2013 - 01:30pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wait, go back to the skully photo, where you DRAPED the muffler over the lamp... muffler was from skully, with the hoodie, :)
jaybro gave all the recent thrift-store find, and with that little box-game, the 'GIFT that you said was meant to CONFUSE YOU'... hee hee, see:
it REALLY worked, :) ;)
the little muppet gave the snowball, as, snow is a ball, for little kids, :))
it was with the frames...
say, i love this:
my aim this year, not a resolve, is to be nice, not snide.
i think you've made a 'nice' 'slide into home' ;)
hmmm, how you DID it, with ALL THOSE mice, filling up your home, must have been a real 'tail' ... :)
happy new wonderful and good and strong new year, that is SOON upon us!
wow, that little puzzle-box must really be something, :O
edit:
very good new year, post, by the way...
and your photography IS wonderful...
yep,keep it up, for sure...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 01:34pm PT
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I'm saving that perplexer for the second rainy day. The first rain day I will be out on the roof of the building naked and dancing.
I still like you, Jaybro. Turn the page and the other cheek.
Was that not nice? I blame the mice!
Everybody needs scape-mice. I got'em.
To clear things up, I am not confused; I was disemembered.
All they will call you will be "disemberees."--Utley "Goodie' Stuttertree
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2013 - 06:05pm PT
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I last talked to Gene on the phone just a couple days back. Sorry for the disconnection. My bill wasn't paid, I thorta thought it had've been, it slipped my mind, I dint answer the messages...[a dozen excuses later]...and on the basis of this decided I'm a bird-brained Brian.
Eff fones anyway. They're for girls, mainly, I realize, but guys like them, too. Irish Ring, the cell phone/deodorant stick from Onhi Communications.
"It was simply a lucky guess about the Q not being in the dial, because, you see, I'm not Sherlock, and I don't think like him, either. No, I'm just old man Bell's assistant, good old Come Here "Comma" Watson. And no quack like yourself, old bean."--Tome "Watsinaname" Watts-Updike to his English fictional counterpart, overheard by certain mice at a bookseller's convention cocktail party
Off to the Trophy Room across the street. Avoid the traffic, stay close to home, see you safe and sound manana.
Remind me to bring out the farce side in the morning. I'm a bird-brained Brian signing out.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Dec 31, 2013 - 09:03pm PT
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Happy New Year Mouse and Everyone!
Mouse, sir:
Scape mice or poltergeists???
Was that not nice? I blame the mice!
Everybody needs scape-mice. I got'em.
Doug called them poltergeists, but scape-mice makes me smile, so thank you for a new image of those pesky poltergeists in the works. :)
And those mice are obviously celebrating the New Year arriving by jumping all over your keyboard! LOL Neebee planned a great deal of entertainment for you. So fun.
You can blame the mice. Nice.
Thank you for the beautiful Bacarisse by Yepes, kind sir. Doug and I used to revel in some of the old Sephardic music from Spain. Lush stuff. Good reminder: I am off to search for some exquisite New Year's evening music. At my age, I doubt that I will last until midnight. I have had a glass of 2003 Kiona Cab, a bottle Doug had collected. It was perfect with the Alaska Moose tenderloin I had, even as I toasted all good men. There are some excellent men walking this Earth, and I am so thankful for their presence. A small toast to Doug and all good men. :)
Thank you all for your honor. :)
Happy New Year, and may it be a Blessed year of Peace and Goodness for each of us.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jerry Garcia Bland / I Second That Emothion (On Belay, Baby)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Or, if you feel Frisco-like
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I heard & saw & appreciated the Dead Silverfish in 1966-1967. New Year's Eve at the Fillmore AUDIO-torium.
Wilson Pickett, played by Pigpen, darlin', round about the midnight hour, you know it's gotta get there, I'm gonna take you baby, I'm gonna hold ya too...
Konk...mamma...bonk...
and then Paul Butterfield played with Little Walter and we jammed!
We jammed! No, ya don't...
Nobody knew Pigger. Ask him. Sit down on yer ass? Shit!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Got to be!
That's just nice!
Tell y'all somethin'.
Uhn...
Ow!
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Happy New Year, Mouse. I youzzta joke around like Jinx the cat and like ahhh... I hate meeses to pieces...
but i'm a pisces and that doesn't bode well with cats either
so peace out
and keep the meeses whole
forever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Can you even pull Class 4?
I can.
All you fellas, 'bout the midnight hour...
MAKE IT HAPPEN,
don't walk around in the street, just truckin'.
If you're hungry, only thing to do...then one
WAITS! It works, for me. In my dreamses.
Take one Kerouac daily. Repeat.
On the road, particularly in West Virginia, try to envision the Whatever-happened-to-my-youth like Edward Abbey, the Real Brave Lonesome, and prescribe for your own self.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And happy Wayno year!
Time for another Longe-board!
Yah, sure, dey gots surf in Norway all year long!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgUMsUMCW40
Adventuring? The Trip: Qu'est-ce kay say what?
The beach awaits, Yvon.
Chuck, f*#k the Faeroes, lets visit Patagonia.
It's got everything.
Blow me, Ahab-breath!
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mouse, you know I'm always hungry - hungry for the gud thangs, baby!
Hungry, through and through!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Help yerself, it's only a hunnerd meters away,
American."
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Chuck, f*#k the Faeroes, lets visit Patagonia.
Yeah, let's crash Donini's pad. If we had enough food and wine, he couldn't refuse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lots of time B4 midnite to evel.
I never spent a New Year's in the Ditch, but one, and I was blotto.
The only time I remember definitely was failing Gripper and having poison osk and a high fever from the flu in early January.
There go the noise-makers!
Cannonades! Bombs coming at you! Narrow blonde escape! It's all Lang Syne.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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According to my indicator it's 33 degrees (Farenheit that is, Centrigrade conversion is left to the reader) right there in Merced, right now.
Keep scarfin' and dancin' my friend.
Gene and Mouse
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse and mice... and all those here,
happy new year to you all!
will hit the REST of the taco later, just woke up :O
spent supper at friends, and then, since i was up wayyy, to early, fell asleep when i came home but:
friend woke me up by phone and we share new years, for a bit by phone, since here family was gone... wow, and i now i wake up late into:
the new year day!!!
:)
it IS cold here... hope to call my mom tonight...
so far, unless things changed, my dad is 'even keel' now...
will let let you know, later this eve...
happy new year!
say, feralfae, did you make 'til the midnight, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Iin the immortal words of Jim Thorpe***
"Thanks neebee", you ARE the greatest.
***
At the [1912] Games' closing ceremonies King Gustav V told him, "Sir, you are the greatest athlete in the world!" To which Thorpe reportedly replied, "Thanks, king."
Would he have been a great climber? I imagine so, but the tandem of Gene Kelly and Bruce Lee, after some training, would have been something to watch on the Nose.
What follows is called "vamping", I was wondering if it is covered under Medicare. A mean spirited person might have said Obamacare, but it ain't me babe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Meme fields. Drenches.
A finger-flying Flapper.
Who could ask?
Four more, here! My GF was an usher at one of Usher's concerts...SHHH!
For those not yet asleep, or still thus...[Click to View YouTube Video]By the time the so-called third world realizes its place,
we will have run and lost the space race.
I've intuited this since they killed Jack: It's more or less fiction, but better reality, though, than pie in the sky.
Think when you toss that butt.
Don't just go home and pet yer monkey.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Burnin' houses down, up, any old conflagration will do!
I got yer European conquerors and enslavers on hold till the rest of the work is done. Then we'll manage, somehow.
We got DMT's talent.
We got his showmanship.
Who's got money?
I got the ape.Forgot to press the "down" button. I hate it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]One strike.
The runner Balks, the pitcher Walks, the Ump has gone away.
The ice cream vendor has come to take you away. Ha ha hee hee ho ho!
Run, Eddie, fucnkin' run, motor-scooter! Fo' it melts![Click to View YouTube Video]Baw wun, Mr. Rogers!
Day-0h, Dey-ay-a-OH, day day day day day day day day day day day OH!
Duck, Mr. Rogers! Baw too!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Fast one! Too high, though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfNW5yqKwEw
Baw three!
You might like to shoot the politically incorrect now and save the lawsuit later--they never get tired of tired racist jokes, do they, biche?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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*pop*
go the eyeballs...
Fireball.
Nailed it. A second strike.
Full count. Need a bowl of Cheerios.
The batter they are, the more milk you mix in. It goes farther and further no matter what you say or what you do.
MO' is bettah!
It all adds up, according to Hockin's Law and Shirley's Counterpart.
Happy new year, nita & Andy, Mo Y Taddo, Maureen and Jaime.
May all this year's sea changes be for the best.
Arghh.
Strike the flag? Foul Ball!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://deniseisrundmt.com/
But with it you get tickets to the Mice's concert PLUS you get to drive the FOKE LIFT! Man-oh-man! Roll my pants cuffs and call me Way Know.
And I DO remember Sukiyaki!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's beautiful in any langruage.
For Mrs. Mouse.
Well, looks like it's Facebook to hear the rest. What's the deal? I'd go to the moon for my baby. But Facebook? Hardly.
Try this instead.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, wow, brian... had a lot of stuff to do... got it done..
even got the rabbit out to play now...
he missed a few days...
(oh my, i was so blessed to find a DUCK to cook for soup, in the store) and NOW OF ALL THINGS:
you post birds/ducks/geese oh my and dingus, was it??
mentioned feeding chickens??
oh my...
say, wow! your photos finally loaded on the early page, too:
is THAT a 'moo-na-lisa'? ;)
where did you find that...
my younger brother, of all things, wants me to a copy of one, :))
well, GOOD the pics loaded, as, i had NO clue what you were talking about,
(yet again) UNTIL the photo-matches showed us...
:) i need that word-picture-connection, i reckon...
well, new years day:
grocery for the month...
again tried to call mom, about dad...
car gas, done... a good quarter tank this time, :)
making duck soup!...
painting for a gal's gift...
and saying 'hey there' here...
then: piano, i hope!
trying to do a bit of everything, so the new year will be 'seeded' nice
as to variety... must dance to strauss, as well, :))
once again, happy new year, wow, hope the mice don't
scare any future visitors away, the are multiplying like:
well, like mice, ;)
and a good hey there, to zbrown, too!
say, marlow, where is that horse/rock photo from, it is
very very nicely done! a good idea to paint, however, for private
family stuff, and changed a bit, as, not to hurt copywrite stuff ...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Now as you can plainly see, the dream catcher that you sent and obviously put together in real time with real care and attention to detail, is installed in the hall.
We have decked the hall.
Merrily. And had a good cry.
My oh my. It was a flood and the mice ran up to the top bunk, it was so sloppy.
You see, Liz made dreamy catchers, beaded bedazzlers, Victoriana appealed mightily to her creative sides, which spanned all 360 of her enormous Mrs. Mouse soul.
It's important she knows we know about her. We are her tribe by injection, the Irish bastard mice of Campo Quatro.
I wish that I still had the photo that I took of her and her eldest and his fiance standing in El Cap Meadow, posed like the triumvirate of Bird, Long, and Billy Bad-Ass. It was sweeet. I was at their feet. Lookin' up at her. Maybe I'll bug Michel-Jon about that picture's whereabouts.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, it looks great up there, with the western stuff... i used manzanita, it came from manzanita man, he was very generous with the scrap-wood... very kind...
OKAY THEN--we are off and running into the NEW YEAR
and you have hords of mice to feed!
wow, sure hope you can afford it, ;)
okay, so that was #9, from johntp...
so now, you got ron's tomorrow, #10...
or, is that today, I HAVE LOST track, :))
then, ol' zbrown, i think is #11
and nita and anday, are #12
and liz, will be the baker's dozen #13
(i stuck my little gift in there too, a little hand made thing)...
hers is really sweet, you WILL love it... :)
i hope, if she was here, she'd have liked that for you, you will see:
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We are out of synch. I'll let you catch up. I'm running. You're dialing.
Keep smiling.
We made it to 2014 in the nick of time, I think.
Saints vs. Angels at 5:00 p.m. Pacific.
Be the Sea.
Dare I say, Strauss would have loved "Jean Genie."
I'm gonna play it again. Re-run! Jean Genie, Jean Genie...
Yep, we danced all night and then some the first date we had was the last one.
Me and my baby did the Golden Arches for breakfast the morning after the wedding, then drove to Wawona and did the backside of Mount Elizabeth at dusk.
Woo-hoo!
Only on "The Flames After Dark!"
We sat up all night looking for pictures of Mount Lyell in the cabin's stock of picture books on the book shelves.
Pretty racy shot of MacClure, one of Gibbs in its suspenders and drawers hangin', and Boothe Lake all encased in ice. (In ral life, "Wuddabitch.")
Six shots of Lyell, five El Capitans. Four Royal Arches, Three Cookie Cliffs, Two Big Sequoias, and a single can of Olde English Stoutamalt and a chaser of Fireball at the World-Famous Center of the Universe.
Hello!
[Click to View YouTube Video]HELLOOOO!
Make your move on Wednesday. I'm still here.
No Wodonaasz, no Santa Clause with Tim Allen pt.3.
A weekly holiday. Hmmm....
Woody wouldn't object, would he?
It all begins in ANTwerp.
Then it shakes down the pipe to Merced and National City. Dig?[Click to View YouTube Video]Stay flexible. And use tape on those pretty hands.
THAT'S WHAT Society DOES BEST: Adulate. Bowie got it.
Moosedrool had it. Then lost it tempo. Then came stormin' back like a Schwarzenegger sequel. A good one, though.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... thank you for sharing of your beloved liz and the photo, say, if you can find it, let me know...
will see if we can turn it into something extra nice, too...
and get it framed...
got to go... will explain later...
no taco tonight...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'd take a room rental there in the bottom, center window.
Quite a wikiup, there. Is it equipped with a nuclear reactor?
What happens when Greenland and Antarctica are finally melted is probably not worth thinking about.
Or earthquaakessssss......
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Some of the stone in the stream looks sculpted. Did a sculptor live there?
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Another" rhymes with mother.Tis day ten.
A black and white Wednesday.
Ron, hope it was no bother, brother.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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neebbee, this is a brand new frame I happened to have by some weird coincidence, and all Bobbye's painting now needs is a proper border.
It's sort of weird, too, that Bobby Bob was watching Bobbye's picture being painted. :0)
That is a photo of Bobbye in the gold frame, but it is ghostly.
Coincidence, live, or is it Memorex?
I've tried to do all the mice and their gifts justice by posing them.
Of course, the fruitcake is history, but there is feralfae's card.
The faux silver tray from T Hocking's crackers is there with mice looking for crumbs. There is still some Gouda and the cheddar left.
I can only thank you all one more time.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
had a good start to the new year, thinking about my dad, and later, finally heard from my mom--but it was 'intense', i reckon to call it...
however we worked our way through the phone call...
will explain, later...
later tonight, i called my 'another rhymes with mother' and
things seemed more 'even keel' if a keel can be even in storms, but:
god did even them... (as to my 'sad rhymes with dad')...
well--mom and i had peace for the rest of the eve and i finished my
new year day, with roasting the rest of the duck (made soup, first, with it)... and my boston-stamp fairy, and i did bills and mail--she helps
'check my math' ;))
so:
said all that, as, coming here to see this wonderful sight...
a mouse-house of delight...
as many mice, now play by d' light of medium bright...
so glad you got a better frame, as you could see that one did not
fit--was for protection only... could not find any at the thrift
store, this time, but needed something for protection, so that did the trick...
yep, ron jumped right for the 'portrait of mother' early on, in the
list... (i reckon with the eye for art, in his work, he had an eye for
art, as to his gift-pick) ...
as i said, they all worked out so interesting in everyone's pick!
so fun, i had to learn more about these guys, and their choices...
only zbrown, and skully were not given too much to choose from, due to
getting hold of them late... but their gifts were surely
GOOD AND WARM... :) FROM good warm hearts...
well, as to liz:
i did not know what to pick to be from her... and then:
SUDDENLY, ON THE LAST TRIP... there it was!
it was HER!!!! (WELL, so i thought)...
hee hee, you will see...
sweet, yet bold...
symbol of a 'mrs' to hold...
made of glass...
a little lass...
there to 'travel along' the days, now, that be...
also, as to my little added in gift:
i know you like to learn of new places, and you may KNOW of this one
place, but if not, i will tell you more,'with the airing'...
it is connected to what the shaped-one, 'is wearing'...
*there is a BOOK, too, that goes with nita and timids...
*and zbrowns's has a bit of glass in the box, so open CAREFULLY!!!
HAPPY 2014!!
am keeping busy, and praying...
though had to stop in, for the sharing...
god sure loves us all...
as through life, we often crawl...
though, strengthened from crawls, to stand and run...
when we reach out for help, with each new sun...
passing on, a helping hand...
sending out good cheer...
knowing our days, are but blowing-sand...
we can try to our best, while here...
edit:
say, mouse... it is oil, and not acrylic... so let it dry a lot
before ever wiping it, or cleaning it... (however, these acrylic
seem to take long to dry, too, but i been using 'open' ones that
take longer to dry... thus, i try to send out 'CAUTIONS' :))
also, can't tell if you have it in glass (don't think you do) ...
not sure if glass over it, would be good for oil paintings???
you will know what to do though, :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... most likely i should NOT tell you this...
as, now, whenever you look at your mother's painting, you will SEE THIS:
but a good mouse, spies much:
when i did this painting, i KEPT noticing that the shadows on her
BLOUSE looked near enough like:
a christmas tree and a running mouse, ;)
i had to paint it careful enough so it did NOT look too intense, :))
see, there now! see, NOW you will always see that she was meant
to be a christmas gift, :))
so funny, huh, :))
god KNEW she had on JUST the proper outfit, that day!!!!
what else, can we say, :)
:O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I just this minute saw this post,
for I've been out there in the cold world,
chasing shadow and light.
It is as you say so right to pray
For all whose way leads here to play.
No one will be turned away.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
There's a man back a-ways
Who believes at where he is
And there's a girl
Up ahead who says she knows
And the street overflows
With the folk who understand
But for the guy who can't be seen
He's the shadow man
And the shadow man is close at hand
Take a turn and see his smile
Made of nothing but loneliness
Just take a walk and be a friend
To the shadow man
You can call him joe, you can call him sam
You should call and see who answers
For he promises to come running, guided by the truth
But the shadow man is really you
Look in his eyes and see your reflection
Look to the stars and see his eyes
He'll show you tomorrow, he'll show you the sorrows
Of what you did today
You can call him foe, you can call him friend
You should call and see who answers
For he knows your eyes are drawn to the road ahead
And the shadow man is waiting round the bend
Oh, the shadow man
Ohooooo oooo
Shadow man, shadow man
It's really you, it's really you, it's really you
He's the shadow man
Oh yeah
Shadow man
Songwriters
Bonner, Garry / Gordon, Alan
But look what I came home with. Can I keep one?
http://www.latimes.com/la-tr-top-10-wood-gallery-pg,0,1522287.photogallery#axzz2pKk4MS6U
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Happy New Year Mousie, a couple days late.
I am Alive, free of the sticks. Started off first by tracking, finding out where, 5 hour flight, staying for a few weeks until he could see me. I was healed, jumped up and down with joy, threw the sticks into the audience like he told me to do, hit an old lady but I could walk free without them. That was until I walked down off the stage, tripped and then handed back the sticks. Thousands spent for nothing.
San Francisco worked on the back, Chinese doc read the area L4-L5 like a book even went back years of abuse to the spine and pinched nerves. He was pissed when he found out four days after he and three others did the surgery when I was toasting ice on the ground with propane when it was colder than a witch’s #it back in the first week of Dec.
So mellowed out, walked, walked, couldn’t watch Jerry baby any more so tried about everything to copy slides, close but not close enough, was not happy with results so finally drove to Modesto and bought a scanner ; happy with the results. Nice machine.
So here are a few for a start. These were the real best times for all of us. No politics, lots of booze, drugs, rock and roll and everything else with one idea: climb, fun and more fun. This was the time when the real Mountain Bar was a bar.
Will post more as soon as I can get my hands on them. Still have my day job.
Will tell stories on the Flames with photos.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The tunnel of time begins in the hole in Millis' smile.
My friends and fellow Christians, the sun is an early riser and dissing Jesus and carousing all night will not get you into heaven.
For you are here now.
Enjoy May while you can remember it.
This is what the great Talus Slides are made for, so that mice and near-misses can still reap what we have all sown:
History, made by hands jammed into deep deep cracks in the dermis of Mommy, seen through eyes glazed red, and savored like bacon on my camp stove.
Eat of our bodies as they were, feast on the wine of sweat and tears, and LET IT BLEEED!
Amen.
[ex tempore ad hawk prayer from the Rev via sympathetic ley virgins in lycra dancing in the dream I just woke from, which was mainly about Degnan's, but that's okay, it's all soul food from the Auld Sod]
Jay, you old sod! Dynamite me a tunnel and the Throwpie shall be in the sky for reals!
BLATS FROM THE PAST
Pt. one, Degnan's
A Winter Night in Yosemite
by Doctor John P. Degnan
The winter nights were the best in the long ago era of Yosemite before the auto and the all-year highway. Somehow, although the young historians may disagree, it was colder so that we could cut the river ice and store it in sawdust rooms for summer use, and there was deep snow unbroken as the eye swept the meadow and thence up the sullen cliffs to where the eagles soare
Home, in the shadow of these cliffs, was primitive by today’s standards, but most comfortable to my brothers and sisters and me. The outside world of storm and fury or silent chill was completely locked away by the sturdy walls my father built, and the wood fire in the cast iron stove lent a cheerfulness and serenity to all that sometimes is not found in the home today. Hot, just-baked bread, beans and salt pork, then a summer apple from the straw—and then my father’s flute and songs from the Celtic land—warrior songs and happy jugs and my mother danced but scarcely touched the floor. Then quiet night, and family prayers and we children up to bed, where the friendly gabled window held back the storm but let in the stars.
Downstairs, my father would smoke the short clay pipe he had bought from the peddler the summer before. He was a remarkable man, physically powerful, in fact the strongest man in Yosemite. (I myself had seen him thrash three men at once on an occasion I will not recite here.) This great physical strength was tempered by a prudent and judicious mind that made him a loving and provident father and friend of an isolated community that often needed his services.
[The Brauns live this way, the rest of the community who have lived there long enough will find this is the mindset of those who exist there. Help when you can, it comes back when you need, and it’s all for as near free as it can get. Simon—the-cat--says.]
My mother, in contrast, was of short stature but stiff as a ramrod inside. Her early life on a farm in Ireland prepared her well for the rigors of these pioneer times in Yosemite. She had a kind heart which she often kept hidden from careless scrutiny.
These two people, John and Bridget Degnan, had come to this grand and awesome place as young married, to build a home and raise a family. My father worked on the roads and trails and my mother baked and soon started a dairy in the summer. Some how they got along, and the children helped, and I knew we were not poor—while not quite as rich as some others.
Cows!
The winter nights went by and winters and summers came and so did the people. And we have a fine fancy business now, and the sign says, Degnan’s of Yosemite, since 1884, and my own grandchildren are in the house my father built.
The Donahoe family, descended from John and Briget, and friends of the Flames, were good to lots of us and climbed with some of us.
They had a way that made you feel like you were in two places at once, as Gypsy's caption indicates.
neebee, I'm not going to iron the quilt. It's a man's quilt. And it's on my recliner. It's warm. I fell asleep in the chair on it. I like the wrinkles. It's gaining character as I type. Thanks, really. The Hmongs are better, quilt-wise. Don't mind my saying. They have tons of help and no Bobby Bob to disrupt things!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]There will always be a space in the parking lot (dream on).
A steel bong-bong engagement
Dirty filthy pop tent
Feed on me
Well, aight
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In Praise of Folly, by golly.Dementians United, the Way of the Mind are Just Too Weird, they being a two-fold path on the quilt of life. Think too much and the going gets harder and so don't think, just plan on becoming senile and it won't seem so bad, cuz you made it happen.
You won't have to worry about all that crap...who gets what...how much...will they just blow it? Same old folly that got us here in the first place. I'm talking fruit here, and the knowledge of tiny nubbins that maybe no one ever will stand on again, known only to God.
thank you Bird and merry braun for these ideas
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... happy good day... stopped by... after email...
ohmy yes! they are surely better, :)
mine as made in just about two nights, time was of the essence, :)
no fancy quilt stiches, :( and only fast hand sewing and my
WILD adventure, whewwwwwwwwwwww, with the ol' bobby-bob cat:
who would have done weller, to have 'bobbed' then to 'weave' ;)
in that ring of trouble, :O
say, and perhaps, too, hand wash? if it ever does need it?
it is not really strong, but very bright and happy and :))
:)
only once, have i ever made a real quilt, and even then, not the
tradition really good ones... always another meadow of fun stuff beckoned me to sew, paint, mend, or create, :)
note:
i enjoyed once again this yosemite history... say, who are the HAMM folks? just curious as my ex son in law/s ex-wife, was a 'hamm' and it comes from her dad's family name, but:
i think? he was adopted (he's in his 60's) and i do not know even, who the family (hamm) is, around here either, as they may have died-off? by now... i will ask him, sometime...
was interesting to see the name now...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I could be snide and say the Family of Bears Refreshing. But no. I have forsworn snidity and especially with my friends.
The Hamms are the parents of the grandkids of Noah, or they are the Randy and Gypsys, who are really the Randy Hamms and Gypsy, a hand-fasted pair of lovebirds.
Gypsy's likely still lurking, but quien sage? Not I? Nope, not even a Mouse was knowing. Haven't heard a word, but not to be discouraged.
She's still on the radio. Her story's here in the earlier thousand posts or so.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
For all of you, Gypster's New Year's Day show is pretty hot.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Scanner says 35 mm will go to 11 x 17 Doubt it; know for sure 8 X 10 would be max. Nice about machine did not compensate for correction as in " adjust photo for colour" I said leave alone, nice that for once you can control compared having the comp screw it up.
Did not have to use photo shop. That was a surprise,four slides less than 30 seconds. Fast not bad, I can live with that. Guy in town wanted $1.50 a slide and could not enlarge.
Now to make a large screen to lay down the photos so can pick out and use a Agfa loop.
So live, be happy and remember another time, same place. Shots were taken '74-'78.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jargon-Busters gonna come gitcha, Jay. That is fast, though.
And it looks like you are meticulous about cleaning the dust off.
Some of Jim Shirley's were hopeless. I'm lazy, but I tried, I did.
We need to talk. Can I invite you down to a day in Merced so we cant talk and play?
Email will have to do. Phone is cut off right now. My folly.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... was still wondering about the glass in the frame...
not really sure, but you might need to take the oil painting out of the glass... it is not really 'inner dry yet'... was barely finished in end-november... does the painting TOUCH? the glass... check and see...
:)
it was thin painted though, in layers... do some check ups and see what info you can find... :)
the paint may need to air, ? until it is fully dry, but i think?
that can take a year?
do your super-sleuth mouse stuff... and see, :)
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Merced sounds good but most likely the middle of the month.
I will bring down the scanner so you can play.
A few more: places to go, people to see maybe tomorrow
Ah! Victory but always is defeet or dehands
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Zounds!
Burncheff! McMeyers! F. Jehosaphat, my stars!
Babies into men into memory.
Life twists and turns like a dike.
And it revolves.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Musik for Big Ears and little tiny flakes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Has Mouse gone full screen, or is he just full of that which he gets?
He's always thought Mike's ears were big.
That Tim's were too tiny.
That his were just the right size.
But size isn't everything, and he soon learned to listen but couldn't really understand rock, not like norwegians, so he just started listening to John the Wild Turtle, aka Blind Joy Depth, and sometimes Satchmo.
Little pitcher has big gears, by Disraeli.[Click to View YouTube Video]For zBrown, Master of Gear Changes.
Did I need another muffler? None others did any good. Maybe this will quieten him. NOT!
Climb myself a mountain
Sail into the blue
Something something something
Forget the time of youth
Dance myself to nothing
Vanish from this place
Gonna turn myself to shadow
So I can see your nubbins,
Staring into space
(they are so tiny for a person your size)
Dance the Nyghte Away
Jig Waltz Galope
Mambo Foxtrot Mashed Potato
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Chris Falkenstein last photo.
Dale and the one in the mask above The Great Bardini. Well missed but never forgotten.
Ok that's it maybe tonight
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bless you, LostSleepInSolitary.
If that was at his wedding, I never saw the man happier.
All the days of my life I'll remember floating down a lazy Owens with the Rev in my boat, the Good Guide in his, savoring the mellow.
And then we partied with TM.
Guess what?
We laughted for the last time all together then and I'm glad of the brain cells that have lasted all this time, and for the slides.
Dole them out to us like you would Popsickles on a hot day.
I prefer strawberry, face climbing, and have you any Pratt Sticks, perchance, Ice Cream Vendor?
"It was a fit night out for mice. There was no snow in sight."--Book of the Dun Crow
Eleven Bruces sleeping, Brujo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A reasonable facsimile resemblance twenny years and beers and blues gone by.
But neither he nor I are still as spry
As we once were when fur did fly
And cats did cry
Bongs would fly
But they were just Raccoon Banditti
Lookin' for a city they could live in
Like me
Thinnkin' Jamestown
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Up, then right, then up, then right some more, up, left, keep going to a knob, got that, go up then left, Ok now what , s$it should have written it down.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shoulda written it down. Words etched in stone. Roper's Green was too expensive to take a leaf? You cheap dirtbag! I thought the same.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Don't call me Brown.
How do you cow?
The classic cow-jumping moon tonight.
Now, zBrown, an ice-climbing brujo like you, you've seen elephant dung if not THE elephant.
I liked the elephant, trunk 'n' the pink 'n' the brown heffalump. Was that oak, eh? Otay.Scorning the low-lifes and scarfing the High-Lifes in an attempt to attain beervana.
The Red Roadent, my friends. Long may it keep strawberries red, the Flames stoked, and keep on truckin'. But first, I'm gonna send you all a leetle song.
The Last Country Song
It's the last country song by the last country band
In the last honky-tonk in the world
It's the last country dance on the last hardwood floor
For the last country boy and girl
And there will be no more steel pedal to the metal
If the people don't know what they're worth
It's the last country ride beneath the last countryside
For the last country people in Middle Earth
It's the last country song on the last country jukebox
By the last country singer alive
It's the last country tear in the last cold beer
It's the last country song that survive
There will be no more mandolins and banjos
Them gas prices has tore us apart
It's the last country fill-up at the last country station
And just by doin' nothin' I'm holdin' you in my heart
Songwriters
Tom T Hall, & I think Way Mirror & Mo Bendy
[Click to View YouTube Video]Amigoo, I love the socks, they do not sock, the sockers rock, especially on their wooly bottoms.
The muffler's still on, too, neebee.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Tower of Doom, Batman![Click to View YouTube Video]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanaimo
Think of Jamestown, first city.
I'm a little freaked.
Find myself a city to live out.
People in El Paso have no idea where in the world we are.
Well, instrumental in finding cities to live in, I finally figured it in.
Lot of Ritz Ghosts in Bermingham
Ice factory cubed
It all works out or in
Janesville's good. Home of Tom's Thumb. It's only a crag. Got it.
Points north, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is the 150th Anniversary of the preservation of Yosemite. There is a sesquicentennial commemorative book due out on May 13.
Inspiring Generations: 150 Years, 150 Stories
by Anniversary Story Book Committee
Sort of explains itself well in the title.
Excerpted from "Persistence of Vision: A Tribute to My Friend, Ranger Dick Ewart" by Beth Pratt
Our fingers touch a carving left by sheepherders over a hundred years ago. We try to puzzle out the date but the bark has transformed the numbers into an unrecognizable shape, like a drop of water blotting out letters in ink. The tree has made hieroglyphs of another time.
Around us, he points out the configuration of downed trees and wonders aloud if it might be the remnants of a sheep pen. I follow his gesturing hand and the scene comes alive for me: the corralled sheep, the men by the fire, sipping whiskey, perhaps singing a ballad to stave off the lonely sound of the wind. Or carving a date in a tree, never imagining that one hundred years later a curious girl would stand trying to puzzle out the numbers.
We hike on, and I follow my guide, captivated by the sense of wonder he instills in me. I think myself lucky to have such a fine teacher. Further along he kneels and sifts soil in between his fingers. Ash from a volcano, the Mammoth eruption over seven hundred thousand years ago, he tells me. I bend down next to him and sift the soil as well, imagining the enormous volcanic cloud overhead and the chill wind that blew when the ash blotted out the sun.
This is what we see together while we hike. This is what he shows me.
This photo from a centennial commemorative book Yosemite: Saga of a Century, copyright Sierra Star Press, Oakhurst, 1964.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, lostinshanghai... oh my :O
hard to comprehend how you folks can DO that ice climbing, in such a way as in that photo, :O
scary stuff for us 'walk in the ol' meadow' folks, :)
and mouse, as to this:
It is the 150th Anniversary of the preservation of Yosemite. There is a sesquicentennial commemorative book due out on May 13e
and the writing and photo... very nice share, :)
happy good eve, to all... must attend to the ol' homefront and some chores... i been stalling all day, at the ol' paino...
:)
edit:
love the tracker/muffler shot, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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But not at all in every way
It's just fun to play
And we can cruise and ride as slow and low as we please
[Click to View YouTube Video]And stop and snap a few shots off in our own 'hood.
Keepin' it reel-to-reel.Oldest console model window in the area. It no longer works, though, it's painted shut. Pukey brown.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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But sometimes, like here, a post could be a follow-up of a post on another thread. [Click to View YouTube Video]
The sense or the form is all in my head.
You're not after a man, you're after a revolution.
You won't lift a finger to protect us.
When I got back he wasn't here anymore.
I hate politics...
It's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
FYI, that's a hand-cranked mimeograph and an old telephone booth if you've never seen one. Awesome!
Please don't turn around, there's a girl watching you.
She probably mistakes you for Redford. The young Redford, silly.
[Click to View YouTube Video]When after all, it was you and me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Andy Y nita...
Mice are all trapped and calm.
Liz, goodnight, and it's nice to see you on your rocker once more, you crazy!
One and all thank you and to all a good night and Happy 360 Days of New Year!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This is a showcase, is what this is, this "thread we got."
Welcome to Jay, who is and always will be LostInShanghai, and to his "scanner". He and I met at Facelift 2012 at Degnan's, where so many old friendships took route. The adventures we've shared since are treasured, man.There's a lot of trivia here, and a "bait" of history, a "smidgen" of climbing content--it's all around, so who needs all that much here, to my way of thinking--and seemingly silly unrelated garbage.
Let's face it, it's not designed to appeal to anyone in particular...because it's not designed in the first place!
Say X Tempore Games. I dare you.
I'm from Generation Ex. Former. Back-dated. Not current, but hanging on. Still and all, looking forwards as well as backwards. And vice-versa.
Pre-mutations abound.
Plans are not our specialty here, though they are useful in the rest of the world.Like Camp 4, it can be a bleak place or a happy place. No one is really controlling that. This is not the Outer Limits.
The finger of fate is fickle and I can't even control it's cuticle.
Right now Camp 4 is cold as an icicle.
This is a niece place to be, near to the Flames.
THE Niece, the nice kindergarten teacher, let me lead her as far as the FAT PACK would let her.We don't like selfies, though they are quite the thing. We limit them, but that's understandable when you see my mug.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Flames is a car club for guys and mamas who don't got wheels. I don't no longer gots wheels, mon. I'm flamed out on drivin' and traffic lights and gas wastin' guzzlers goin' by not cruisin' like I.
What's the rush? Yer all gonna die, why get there that much faster and with piles to boot, which I've noticed, too much cribing can gib you piles and that reminds me of Raider fans. Sorry for the detour, amigos.
"There may have been drugs drugs involved," as they are in some postings here, "there may have been drugs involved."
There were definitely.
A fact of my life. Suck it up, I do.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=739225&msg=739225#msg739225
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I never get any summit shots anymore, as if I ever got many in the first place. But there are sun shots. Orbs fascinate and abound.Bang the drum and light the joss sticks.I try to be inspiriting, welcoming, and an not the wild boy of Camp 4 days except in my mems.
I've learned some things. I've heard some things, yeah. Marty talks too much, and I heard some things.
Some things, sure, but my lips are sealed. It's all in the vault.
"Serenity is a cow..."
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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I'll do my best to stay on topic and contribute a summit shot... though not from Merced, it's from Mandela-land...
I think I'll soon start a new thread - "The not-your-own-pictures thread".
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's someone's idea already, you know that.
Why not a duplicate thread on that topic of universal appeal?
It's the norm here and there's no better plagiarist for the yob than y'all, Oslow.
Takk for ontipik og er det via Via Fer Ratta han fór eller annen rute?
Do Norwegians, not norwegian, always talk in Italics?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I can't keep up. My eyes are killing me. Well not literally, but I got the frontal attack of cataract and the back door of epiretinal membrane.
When will it end?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I swear that Dr. Harold C. Bryant, lived in Bonita before fathering Don & Phil's father Ike (not Turner, though he died in San Diego.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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When, oh when, will IT end?
What? When?
When the last blues song is sung
When your bones, etc.
Who am I to know?
Plenty here to keep a Cream, et al., fan happy.
Yardbirds Members
Current members
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals (1963–1968, 1982-1983, 1992–present)
Anthony "Top" Topham - lead/rhythm guitar (1963, 2013–present)
Ben King - lead guitar (2005–present)
David Smale - bass, backing vocals (2009–present)
Andy Mitchell - lead vocals, harmonica, acoustic guitar (2009–present)
Former Members
Keith Relf - lead vocals, harmonica (1963-1968)
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, bass, percussion (1963-1968, 1982-1983, 1992-2013)
Paul Samwell-Smith - bass, backing vocals (1963-1966, 1983)
Eric Clapton - lead guitar (1963-1965)
Jeff Beck - lead guitar (1965-1966)
Jimmy Page - lead guitar, bass (1966-1968)
John Knightsbridge - lead guitar, backing vocals (1982-1983)
Mark Feltham - lead vocals, harmonica (1982-1983)
Joe Allanson - bass (1982)
Rod Demick - bass, harmonica, backing vocals (1992-1993)
John Idan - lead vocals, bass, lead guitar (1992-2009)
Ray Majors - lead guitar, backing vocals (1994-1995)
Laurie Garman - harmonica (1994-1996)
Gypie Mayo - lead guitar, backing vocals (1995-2005)
Alan Glen - harmonica, percussion (1996-2003, 2008-2009)
Billy Boy Miskimmin - harmonica, percussion (2003-2008)
Jerry Donahue - lead guitar (2004-2005)
1963–1968
Original lineup
(Late May 1963 - October 1963)
Keith Relf - lead vocals, harmonica
Anthony "Top" Topham - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar
Paul Samwell-Smith - bass, backing vocals
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Clapton replaces Topham
(October 1963 - February 1965)
Keith Relf - lead vocals, harmonica
Eric Clapton - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar
Paul Samwell-Smith - bass, backing vocals
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Beck replaces Clapton
(March 1965 - June 1966)
Keith Relf - lead vocals, harmonica
Jeff Beck - lead guitar, backing vocals
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar
Paul Samwell-Smith - bass, backing vocals
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals, percussion
Page replaces Samwell-Smith
(June 1966 - September 1966)
Keith Relf - lead vocals, harmonica
Jeff Beck - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, bass
Jimmy Page - bass, guitar
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals, percussion
Beck is fired
(November 1966 - July 1968)
Keith Relf - lead vocals, harmonica
Jimmy Page - guitar
Chris Dreja - bass
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals, percussion
New Yardbirds
(September 1968 - October 1968)
become Led Zeppelin *
Jimmy Page - guitar
Robert Plant - lead vocals, harmonica
John Paul Jones - bass
John Bonham - drums
NOTE: Led Zeppelin, while deriving from the final lineup during the original tenure of "The Yardbirds" is considered a completely different group from the "Yardbirds" dominated by Chris Dreja and Jim McCarty. However, this article views Led Zeppelin as a continuation, in sorts, of The Yardbirds, due to their billing as "The New Yardbirds" for a few live dates during the late 1960s.
1982–1983
First reunion including original members
(1982)
Mark Feltham - lead vocals, harmonica
John Knightsbridge - lead guitar, backing voclas
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar
Joe Allanson - bass
Jim McCarty - drums, vocals
Samwelll-Smith rejoins reformed group
(1983)
Mark Feltham - lead vocals, harmonica
John Knightsbridge - lead guitar, backing voclas
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar
Paul Samwell-Smth - bass
Jim McCarty - drums, vocals
1992-present[edit]
First lineup of reformed group
(1992)
Chris Dreja - guitar
Rod Demick - bass, harmonica
Jim McCarty - drums, vocals
Idan Joins
(1992–1993)
John Idan - lead guitar, lead vocals
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
Rod Demick - bass, harmonica, backing vocals
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Idan replaces Demick, Garman and Majors join
(1994–1995)
Ray Majors - lead guitar, backing vocals
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Laurie Garman - harmonica
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Mayo replaces Majors
(1995–1996)
Gypie Mayo - lead guitar, backing vocals
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Laurie Garman - harmonica
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Glen replaces Garman
(1996–2003)
Gypie Mayo - lead guitar, backing vocals
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Alan Glen - harmonica, percussion
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Miskimmin replaces Glen
(2003–2004)
Gypie Mayo - lead guitar, backing vocals
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Billy Boy Miskimmin - harmonica, percussion
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Donahue replaces Mayo
(2004–2005)
Jerry Donahue - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Billy Boy Miskimmin - harmonica, percussion
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
King replaces Donahue
(2005–2008)
Ben King - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Billy Boy Miskimmin - harmonica, percussion
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Glen returns to the band
(2008–2009)
Ben King - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Idan - bass, lead vocals
Alan Glen - harmonica, percussion
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Idan and Glen leave the band
(2009–2013)
Andy Mitchell- lead vocals, harmonica
Ben King - lead guitar
Chris Dreja - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
David Smale- bass guitar
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
Topham replaces Dreja
(2013–Present)
Andy Mitchell- lead vocals, harmonica
Ben King - lead guitar
Anthony "Top" Topham - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
David Smale- bass guitar
Jim McCarty - drums, backing vocals
This page was last modified on 24 October 2013 at 14:12.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have this homeless gent named Dan with me tonight, snoring away.
He has the guitar that he tried to murder? Forty-some knife wounds?Any way, he likes our thing, this thing we got.
So I thought fast.
Fewer than 30,000 views, not counting the four I saw tonight.
Osman on Bear's Reach (always a sick video) at the Leap.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfjLrB5h958
The more I see of Dan, the more...
I feel inadequate?
Well, I try, anyway.[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't renew me.
I can't make it without myself.
[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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Fahey at his earliest, more or less.
John Fahey's music saved my life.
Dancing with Death played by John Fahey, RIP.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlqyCfsYjOs
FUNNYSIDE OF LIFE
Hiya, Blind Joe! I see ya...
Yer an old man and so am I.
I got one life...I had three wives.
How many lives does that make?
Two plus an old flame.
The two boys were hers.
The one girl was mine.
Janey Doh,
who was unclaimed by me
makes four.
I was a child of all three gals.
That's five.
What a class!
I'm enjoying being around for the grandkids.
I hope one of them takes after me,
starts in climbing.
That'd be real righteous.
Help me make that happen.
I'll follow and you lead.
I haven't got your moves, though.
But I think I just want to have fun.
Getting up is the good part, not the top.
That's for dessert.
The kid might like to have fun,
With an old fart like me.
With ice cream on top.
And a cherry or strawberry.
and the sun also rose on this pile of t'words
There was an old man from Boston
Who bought himself a new Austin
It had enough room for his ass
And a gallon of gas
And his balls hung out and he lost’em
It's all I can do.
I'm all flamed out.
Hell's an empty Bic.
Hell's an empty ....
The hell of it is
Nothing beats it
Short of dying itself.
You'll go blind, Pud,
If you go and climb
Spank Your Monkey--MCR apron.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Khanom and Vicky the Looker/Lurker...Hoppy NEW YEAR!
Today's the Feast of the Epiphany. Have you any fresh epiphany? We're having a sit-down with Mrs. STewart tomorrow, with some local bakery's cranberry loaf, if we have any left.
And Blue Moon finishes so well with this scrumptious cake!
I got Mr. Dan here again tonight. It's good to have a friend.
I know it's like blowing my horn, I'm such a nice good dude to give a guy a crash...it's just that now I'm not young, so trusting of pals as I was. And the rest of the solioquy is cant.
I can, so I do. All I need to say, except that Dan's a remarkable man.
A stonecutter, having served a ten year apprenticeship and then having a career...all the rest of the story is entertainment and learning, a didactic experience, my raison d'etre.
And he's never heard Mr. Fahey.
Good things abound, Martha, wherever you appear.
Cake?
Want a glass for that beer?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
There was a picture of Lenna on a door-to-door photographer's pony my dad had on the dresser.
Something about this suggests this is her pony for real. She has the outfit. She has the look.
She's been profiled.
Meet Annie Beech.
And HossJulian.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lots of retsina, then lots of rest.
Retinal tests indicate shutting the eyes and more Greek beverage in your diet.
You may go blind, it may cure what ails you, or you may not care.
As the swamp swami told me when I went to see him--I was a young man, too blind to see, too stupid to know I was blind--in the stinking bog of self-concern that I was traversing at that time in my life, for he was at the center of it--and looked just like Millis, come to find out--as the swami told me,
and he said,
"Mouse," he said, "I went on a bling hunt late one night, Mouse. I found this chart. Look at this eye chart, take it with you when you leave, then come back in two weeges and then tell me what you don't see there. Remember, come back in two weeks, and bring me a sixer of Keystone Light. I'd appreciate that, Mouse. I may be able to help you, but only if you follow my instructions. If they haven't got any Keystone Light, I'd be surprised, but I'm OK with Coors. But not the Budweiser stuff."He fell out when I told him. We smoked a doob and drank the Bud Light (they were stoned out of EVERYTHING!) and had some laughs.
I got in the jalopy and drove back to the store, but they were closed, so I just went home and crashed.
There are eight million stories in the ST. This is one.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Viva
Viva
Viva Las Flores
As we travel it, we wonder, is this the King's Road or the real road? Or just an illusion. Only SQUIBOB can say for sure OR perhaps a young e.c., who may or may not be God. I'm checking the Castaneda archive right now.
This guy clearly did not know the way to San Jose - no?
The pump still works, so I guess this goes out to Handel? He was intimate with the Messiah, I believe.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dingus, at first, I thought:
Then my better instinks prevailed and so I sent the photo to Void-land.
I am sooo sorry I could sh#t. I could not hold it in.
I had this happen before, which is the embarrassing thing, really.
Mice and me, we sh#t wherever we go, no matter whose house or which room, no matter the company. We just got no class when it comes to that.
Number two has always been my lucky number; and then number nine.
That adds up to eleven. And that rhymes with heaven.
I'll no doubt disrespect St. Peter and have to down-climb, but what a TR that will make.
Kinda reminds me of a war film. A serious war film.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEdAAd-p0TI
ET, telephone for MisterET.
zElliot on line 4. Mr. zElliot, line 4, the white and beige courtesy phone.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As further emolument to my reverend ideel, DMT, I offer this conciliatory prandial suggestion. The more bacon one enjoys, on a limited basis, the better life seems endurable. Not enjoyable, necessarily; but that is the ideal, certainly.
I salute you and Leggs and the fraternity/sorority of MAN, not the isle, but the lovers of life, and the nay-sayers can keep their chagrin.
Let's drink life to the lees, go take a dump, and come back for more, Otay?
http://www.thepauperedchef.com/2008/07/real-american-b.html
I dare not use this on Lollie's new thread, she'd react. No telling with blondes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Some don't associate the New Year with resurrection, or new life.
I do. I'm married to that idea.
Fr. Guido, I confess to bing slightly pagan and so forth.
That's all that I'm allowed to say...I'm a roamin' tumbler...a gypsy moth-er...
But let me sing you a little song, too, first,
Hop-skippin' makes me tired anymoreso, eh?
zBrown, I'm invite you to a preside, or you'll get all mellow and we like snarky-malarkey, so just chime on in. I'm on my second bottle of wine, SouthBay, so don't bother the Partisan.
You the impressario music genious, you'd best pick some accordion, cuz we still appreciate da Polacks in our a church.
My eyes lie like opened Doors?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Make me free. Wake me up inside. Light my fire, Otay.
Peter abounds. Peter Left.
Call my name.
But I'm still not there.
Sokolova.
And McKeown ain't in it
cuz rGuido's chasin' South Seas skirt!
Ba-da bing!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9FS1bxaGTg
Spacebo, or placegebo...Teebow?
TO OUR WONDERFUL MOTHER, ANASTASIA!!!!
Out of the blue to you from Momma Mary's robes,
to Ari and his MA, no Enigma, just plain MA!
A late Happy 2014, New Life Lady.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Or is this real live?
Xfiguration #2/OR/ Is this good, Bye?/Wind-up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQJl4i-gK7E
Tthe Winds.
Some might sigh, "The Urals."
Or, "The Chugash."
I would say, "Any old sierra, Nevada."
But I'm not Tom Horn, Little Big Man.
Violent western action to follow.
Avert yer eyes and that of the kid.
[Click to View YouTube Video]That's better! And that'll teach him to Stay Out of the National Parks!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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This is the post a caption section of the thread. Feel free to chime on in all you jackwagoneers (my new vocabulary word o'the day).
"Anybody know how to cure Graves disease?" is already taken.
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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!!!!!!!Who stole my Twinkies?????
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 01:22am PT
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Ignacio's brother.
Three Brothers.
gimme a minute...
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Anastasia
climber
Home
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Jan 10, 2014 - 02:40am PT
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Thanks Mouse from Merced.
I do appreciate it. Of coarse Aris is ruling the house with his best friend Loki. I'm just their humble servant.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 03:19am PT
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Hey, YellowHahir.
Yo! Hey and farewell.
"Dude, whatch'u doin'?" yo Mama said.
It's the same old shyte, Mah. The contreast! Oh, the contrast!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 04:45am PT
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My proclivity to red wine showed in that last post.
I fully accept responsibility.
I learned that word from Sister Maria Anna, who presided scholastically over both my second grade and my fourth grade terms at ST. Iggy's in Sacto,
I loved that be-habited lady.
She was of the Holy Names.
A classy bunca dames.
They taught us kids to sing,
In praise of Christ their King,
That sort of nun-ish thing.
I'd like to issue a book report
On the type and kind and best resort
Of Pope Pius' tries to make young guys
Etcetera etcetera etcetera...
but I won't cus I can't cuz I woe
And I blame it on Edgar A. Poe,
Mr. Raven.
I hope you lose to the 'Niners.
10 January, 2O14.
Coach,
Whichever Habaugh suits you, suits me, but Peyton has some cred.
Please, God, YOU KNOW!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 05:23am PT
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You take Mary, I'll take Sue,
AIn't no difference between the two--
Cocaine...FUN all 'round my brain.
[Click to View YouTube Video]We are raisins on the bar
We are sure not to go far
But our sugar content is boss redolent
Of spices and 'nilla and chocholent
Mayhsp the rules will get bent
In the event that the route will be sent
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Chill, bulldog.
Remember when you amazed your older brother?
Mouse
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 06:39am PT
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So there.
*whew*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 07:07pm PT
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Polite non-elephants cover their yawns.
Thank you. Sorry for that crudity on the last page.
It's one of those things I wish could be reversed, not the photo, but the gesture. I'm pretty sure I better stop drinking entirely.
Blues, blurs and slurs in the bottle.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 09:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 09:37pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 10, 2014 - 10:15pm PT
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What is the hypotemouse?
Something to do with why hunting don't work in California
Bland Aaron's greatest solo?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 10:36pm PT
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Paging Obe Wankan00bie. Absolute black courtesy telephone, please, you have a Mr. ET holding from Universal Studios. Thank you. By gum.
This is Bekka, who is taking this to TJ to get it tucked and rolled. A gallon a day of coffee won't do it, it's a long drive.
Drink Coca-Cola.
Stop porosity castings on the beaches.
COPPERTONE.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 10, 2014 - 10:38pm PT
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Uh, where there's smoke, there's Flames?
Gratuitous climbing stuff
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2014 - 10:54pm PT
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Gratuitous gravity, expensive upkeep, good neighborhood, and blue oxen roaming the woods.
Were the belugas singing in Chinese? I know the Walrus was speaking his own brand of norwegian. I speak it, you know.
I suppose it's difficult to teach them to play so-called belugrass music. That walrus, too, he's got chops.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2014 - 01:39am PT
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Where in the heck is that BootJack? I know it's out there.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 11, 2014 - 09:31am PT
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Hey Mouse, sir,
Thank you for posting the Alaska photos. I really like the one of Ketchikan.
fae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 11, 2014 - 11:43am PT
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I believe C.C. LaVene used to live in Bonita (in a box). Nobody was supposed to know where this guy lived.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2014 - 12:23pm PT
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Well, how about the rest of the story?I know where I heard of LaVene--not LA Venetio, that's another story.
He was a pole-sittin' Pole named MoosePole when I knew him.
He worked for Stackpole as a transit. Lator, MusliGater.
Musligate: The Cereal Box Mystery Revealed. At a later date.
He has since lost his mind and come to his senses and still, he's dumb.
MooseDrool, pull my thumb, old BustierBooster!
Today got off to a start. I worked out some with the scanner yesterday. I got serious with some old school, no, make that stone age tech.It's Saturday, and the farmers' market crowd is going to be here soon. So is Mr. Sun. Every day is his day to shine. He gets in today at 7:15.
I went to greet him, viewing some of the building, undergoing RENOVATION, top floors first;
but the office downstairs is all done, too, of course, seeing as how they're all so special there.
This is the fifth floor on the north side, nearly completed.Some more of the floor on the main landing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2014 - 12:28pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Mer-ced, too close to home.
I'm not cryin', but I am sittin' at home.
Play the hand.
What in the world?
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Sometimes I can barely see.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Thank goodness for Melanie and that new gang of mice!
:0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2014 - 01:17pm PT
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Momellows. Nice roasti, MusDrool.
Cam fire boys.
Andrzej, MooseFroth, I pray hard that the gifts of the Holy Heeler from Queensland
waft up from your shoes on up to unplug your nose;
and I hope like crazy your sinus infection goes away.
Believe me, I suffer from mucous overload and they call it asthma,
but it's just plain crap.
No wonder you picked the name you did!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 11, 2014 - 01:45pm PT
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Are you sure you're taking all these photos? If so I guess you're quite a Truckee or Trucker. I forget which goes where.
C(arlos). C(astaneda) LaVene. Don't be venial now.
What keeps God and, for that matter people, from a separate reality?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2014 - 02:51pm PT
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By Suze Creasecheens:
The McKinley Wahoo Expedition of 1953: Brad and the Origins of Trad.
The War on Trugs: The Down Side (also 1953) and It Can't Happen In Surrey (1954).
Yes, you dumbass. I took all these vintage photos. I took them OUT OF the NG and put them HERE. I take all the credit.$2.40 seems steep, even for '57, when this all came to light.
Ah, yes, there is Bootjack! Eureka! And Crescent!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2014 - 03:03pm PT
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We need to bridge that gap when we come to it. I never shop at the Gap. I'm totally screwed, aren't I?Did he take the photo, or did he not?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 11, 2014 - 04:41pm PT
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More gratuitous climbing stuff - for all the nose-to-the-stone people
Some are saints, and some are jerks.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 11, 2014 - 04:53pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... sorry for not being able to share thank yous to all the neat old photos and merced stuff and climbing stuff... just stepped in really fast, to see how the flames are doing...
dial up, you know, but say, many pics are showing very nice and fast...
i just have to get off line... i did get a call from the youngest brother and today, my daddy is allowed to be awake...
felt a bit better, so i stepped in over here... for some 'photo' diversion for the ol' brain...
will peek into the rest of taco, when i 'get my barings' better... been really sad... and am 'climbing up the hill' better today...
happy supertopo eve to you all!
*odd, when i see your flame posts, with NO pics showing, i have NO clue what in the 'vast wild blue yonder' you are talking about:
once the pics show, the 'word plays' work--just goes to show, in this fast example:
when we work with kids, sharing from our 'high adult' perspective, we sure CAN use pics... and simple illustrative or action gestures, it helps
immensly... the ol' brain likes 'puzzles' when all the pieces are on the ol' table, ;))
happy puzzle fun to you all...
miss the taco, so this is a nice spot to 'alight' for a moment of 'lightness' ...
god bless to all...
hoping for more news of my daddy and 'what next' by monday...
after your 'boomer' expisode in life, i know you will understand...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 12, 2014 - 12:38pm PT
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Your mission is to find Half Dome. It is in here somewhere. What a cool site today. . . well, always. I've never been disappointed.
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/
Mouse, sir, this is a thank you for all the great images.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2014 - 02:28pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 12, 2014 - 03:55pm PT
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I thought dynamite was from Sweden. How noble of those Swedes.
This does have me a bit puzzled though, because I thought Sweden and Scotland were two different places.
I think it was Lembert Dome, do I get a prize.
Go Chargers
or Broncos.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 12, 2014 - 04:12pm PT
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I got faith in the regular kind,
hard workin' people,
Patch-of-ground people."
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 12, 2014 - 04:18pm PT
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zBrown, there has been "commerce" between Scotland and Sweden since Pictish times. They would stop over in the Orkneys to cut a few more trees. Lots of sliding over the ice-mined waves between those two places, not to mention the open water routes.
But that image Mouse found, ^^ ^ well, there might be some new climbing challenges out there, and maybe some new patches of ground for those of us who are content with a patch. I have never understood greed very well. It is a curious affliction. I think Alfred endowed the Peace Prize because he was aghast at the uses of his discovery. Like Einstein felt.
feralfae
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Gene
climber
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Jan 12, 2014 - 09:17pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2014 - 10:49pm PT
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Gene
Oh
My
God/1/!
Someone
Posted
a Picture
itaque
and it feels really good.
Moosie's are special.
Yours, too.
fae,
Yeah, buddy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2014 - 11:35pm PT
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This
is
me
I played it before, but it's me.
[Click to View YouTube Video]NO QUESTIONS. I doo what I doo and ain't it amazing what happens?
Crack that mojo and eat the heart out.
Feed the rest to the piggies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 01:34am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 02:02am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 10:49am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I know it needs a touch.
Wino belonged to my mom.
She drank him to death.
They both loved it.
She's not here now.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Special day to fight.
Appalloed and dismayed,
I grieve
I sieve up my sleeve at you
And you and you and you
And you, too, yes, you
I'm talking to you, too
Like a leaky
Net of glossamer
I am not here.
My mom's not sacred.
Her memory is.
I mean my memories of her.
She was not ditzy
That was the wine.
Momellows.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 11:10am PT
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"FollowingU, Inc.", or simply "V" for short, brings to you these NPIs: Nice Persons of Interest.
They are all of them tumblers on the stage of life.
They have clown suits and love to play with people's palates.
To excite their children's developing brains.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 11:48am PT
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I thought dynamite was from Sweden. How noble of those Swedes.
This does have me a bit puzzled though, because I thought Sweden and Scotland were two different places.
Exploding myths are not part of the deal,here,
but I thought once that I was drunk:
but it turned out I was only Swedish.
Like Popeye the Viking,
I'm lookin' at you.
So everyone do, sometimes mostly,
miss their Targets occasionally,
but there's always Walmart.
Or was it that I was a Larson Learner
all my life,
like a Blackbird
waiting to be Freid.
But I got fried alive in the pan of life.
Cut up whole with a carving knife.
Died, came out that cave,
began to rave,
but Dave wasn't and isn't here.
We got Roger.
It's for Miller.
And Miranda.
And Matt.
And Sal.
And Liz.
And Andy.
Not "OUR ANDY."
"Maiden name giveaway, K-Mart Art Hoppers. Aisle five point oh.
Free trolls, cheap beer, and white balance on aisle nine!"
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Is free cheap beer an oxy?
I'm a moron this moroning.
I think I love you, Big Gene.
Let's go climb something.
Even if it has a black label.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 12:37pm PT
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Who is William Ruth?
Is he related to the Blue Ox?
Is he named for the daughter of Naomi?
Did he grow up "sourdough?"
That means he rose above adversity
and took the sheep by the horns
and learned to sled and shoot and throw snowballs into the dark
to scare off the phantom lights out there.
He should have had a flash attachment.
Raw Wall Pindi. Raw Wall Pindi. Raw Wall Pindi.
Ohm not resisting.
Why fight it?
It's impeccable, sinless, hardly venial, anyway.
Just A bLUSH on my soul's light, a little highlight, a blip in eternity.
All the way to the end, no giving in, no saying, "MO, NAH, MA, PA, JUST JAH."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 01:43pm PT
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"What is the difference between a mile square and a square mile?"--Old 'Low Country Mile' Silas and the Walleyes all wanna know
Quick-like, cuz their fingers are all pluggin' the dike.
Their famous song, Leaking on the Curb, starts out:
It's a Stormy Monday someplace, fer sure,
maybe Holland,
maybe France,
All you need to do is to sing and to dance
In underpants.
[Courtesy of Yahoo! Answers, not Wiki for once.]
This always gets a lot of wrong answers.
(zBrown never has a problem, though, cuz he ain't no square.)
1 mile square is a square one mile on each side, and has an area of 1 square mile.
1 square mile is any shape that has an area of 1 square mile.
What makes it more confusing is that 1 square mile is sometimes written as 1 mi², which seems to say "1 mi squared", but that is incorrect.
To reiterate, 1 mi² is spoken "One square mile" NOT "one mile square"
It's easier to understand if you use a number other than 1.
a 3 mile square is a square three miles on each side, and it has an ares of 9 square miles or 9 mi².
3 square miles is any shape that has an area of 3 square mile, or 3 mi².
Like a Bronco with an orange dream, 640 acres and a mule, one section at a time, using the horses and sparing the mule.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Cholly good!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 02:00pm PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 14, 2014 - 11:56am PT
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Thank you, Mouse sir, for "Go all the way."
It is the only way to live. Thank you.
Thank you.
feralfae/ilo²
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 14, 2014 - 09:32pm PT
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This sadness that I carry inside
Not even wine calms me
I am suffering and I don't find a remedy
To cure what I carry in my soul
Your memory has me in chains
You tricked me and wounded me
Because you mocked me to my face
While I was sincere with you
Its your fault, only your fault.
Oh yeah. Thank you mouse I coudn't have done it without you.
Gets me to wondering, whether you could have done it without me.
Probably.
Bonus Tardes mein freund.
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Hold onto your balls & breathe deeply
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 04:56pm PT
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say there how-dee!
neebee - neebee
r thots andy's prayers 4 u & ur daddy
i had a dream in norwegian
so i thot it best told about in that lower-case jive
a flock of topo sheep on a ridge-top came down to watch me sleep
i think u may have angelic friends i know i do
i'm wearing a hoody from mexico u gave me via a mock mouse
i wore that old crocheted muffler around my neck this a.m. too
taking this, thinking thots while taking shots
about toes, not fingers
we have commonalities here like my rambling thots are out of synch
i have used the sox well to keep my tootsees rolling along
they serve to use up the extra space
inside the old pair of mock moccs my sis gave me a size too large
they fit fine now and tho the sox are short it's no biggie :0)
it makes me feel like busting a moby
almost
except
there is a little calloused spot on top of my RIGHT foot
where it's sore from rubbing a leather knot in the LEFT mock mocc
and it wouldn't be the thing to cut a rug and so
i am on good bread a week old no mold
water, lots, and coffee, some
no more beer the weekend's done i had my fun
now i am depressed but fast getting over it
my problems are truly of the FW variety in comparison
such a messed-up mouse moping round the house
sold the car and have no bike because of vandals
i miss the car i won't lie
but things come and things go
like rain like friends like faux
unlike a father, unique to u
one life, one death
we are one family and u are r sister
we r a flock of birds of different stripes
but of the same feather in our core
and we r all heading in the same direction
i'm not gunna say it
for now my wish for neebee
my wish for meebee
my wish for thee rest of thee be
my little secret
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 05:16pm PT
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I don't like to brag on myself, but on my friends, yep!~
One of my closest friends, whom I have not climbed, which is too bad, but it's my fate.But I have not met neebee in person which is not unusual today,
but odd in comparison to a few decades ago.
This is the incomparable Unconsolababble Buttress.
I'm just trying to console a friend.
It's part of what this thread is about and it's one of my favorite parts.
It's like Rong told me, "If yur inconsolababble, blame it on Nutjob."
Is it Un or is it In?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 09:59pm PT
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All in a weird but good day's work.
Sunrise, moonrise.
Three old boys makin' the rounds lookin' for their packages from the USPS
that aren't there
or have been sent back but were there
but really who cares?
Our combined age was 68 + 65 + 74 = 207,
and we should have known better than to waste our time
but a good time got had
in spite of the monolithic bureaucracy that is strangling
package delivery!
Smokey, my nearest neighbor now the two apartments on either side are empty is 74,
and came to my door, mid mid-morning snore, he was not shore,
but could I please give him a ride to get a package?
I explainded him that Vernon Wizard's now the driver of Miss Dawn's new daisy,
I'm goin' to do an errand in that regard with him to the insurance agency,
so I askeded Vern and we got out,
on the road again, listenin' to Waylon,
not on the road--been there--
and chased shadows
but I'm gettin' my insurance pro-rated
so I'm happy.
I also got to visit John's on floor five
next to the fire escape
of sunrise
and moonrise
visions.
He is seriously Merced, seriously airborne, and serious period.
We'll be takin' some rides on the bus to Yosemite.
Seriously or not, we are planning to do so.
Stay tuned.
Stay mooned.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 10:07pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 10:34pm PT
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That lacks weird. John is seriously so.
He's gotta be another wizard.
But can he do 5.6? He could probably outdistance me with not a bead of sweat.
Seriously fit.
He could be my new neighbor, if I can get the empty apartment
that is across from him, No. 513, I believe.
I do not take credit for these video images.
Only for taking them from the screen at John's who purchased the DVD, Samsara, from which these come.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0770802/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 11:13pm PT
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Ruth knew how to accomodate to change.
John's mom's blind now, but she's probably seen enough, like a lot of us.
But I want to see more of what there is, Seymour.
The view might be better from the fifth floor, but should I go there?
STay tuned in, drop yer drawers, and watch out.
Aight! Good night.
I must commend TimidToprope on gettin' out there lately like nobody!
Got that photo near Oroville stuck in my head.
Choss my luck, but it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp piece of wire.
It's all about imagination here in Middle Earth. Facts are nice, interesting things, too, but really, now...
When I took this photo this morning of John's aprattment window,
who could 'ave imagined that this evening I would end up in his "aquarium?"
Tolkien, if he were still around. Same for Zappa.
David Byrne would understand.
I'm not Freakin' Out, here, I don't think,
but I thought I might have seen Suze GreenCheese tonight, too. Meh...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 12:15am PT
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One Rong is worth more than any Mr. Right, if ya get in a fight.
Or on a climb on a crag. He's an old crag hammer, if ya ask me.[Click to View YouTube Video]Ron Anderson's flame burns bright here and will until
his critics still are bitching and moaning
that he's in his grave and who does he think he is, taking away their prey?
Anyway?
Lay down, Sally-O.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 12:43am PT
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Nada.
Nothing.
Planada, still nada.
How-dee!
The wait is over, Ween fans!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
http://www.1stdibs.com/creators/john-fahey-/art/paintings/
A faux-ther (NOT!) quote from the Wiki Wonderland, located someplace around here...you know, M.E.R./Miccle Earth/C.E.D.
"During the later years of his life, Fahey painted a series of abstract paintings. Many of these were exhibited from July 10 – September 12, 2010, at The East Village, New York, presented by John Andrew and Audio Visual Arts (AVA).[14] The exhibit featured 55 paintings, ranging in size from 6.75" by 9" to 22" by 29". The "sale sheet" for the exhibit listed prices from $750 for smaller works to $3,000 for the large paintings. The paintings were either framed or unframed.[15]
Audio Visual Arts describes Fahey's paintings as follows: "Pulling inspiration from the ‘French Primitive’, untutored painters, Fahey often referred to his music as ‘American Primitive’. The same alluring, raw, roots, mysterious, power, grit, obscure, industrial, ambient, epic, and tranquilizing aesthetics that one finds in Fahey’s music and his writings are equally present in his paintings. The 90’s proved to be a decade of regeneration for Fahey. Though he struggled with certain health problems, he was brimming with experimentation. Collaborating with noise artists and improvisational performers of the alternative movement, Fahey began to channel a new outlet for experimentation which included his return to painting; a bent he abandoned when he took up the guitar. Fahey’s works are evocative of action painters and abstract expressionists. He painted on found poster board and discarded spiral notebook paper. His painting studio floated from motel bed to motel bed and eventually ended up on the bed of his rental home in Salem, OR; occasionally painting with anti-freeze in the garage. He worked with tempera, acrylic, spray paint, and magic marker."[16]"
The exactc quote.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 01:32am PT
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Oh, where, oh where is the love?Flame on, Ron!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 02:18am PT
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Miejsce, które powinno być w mojej powieści, nic tak Novello Nadszedł sacrum.
[Click to View YouTube Video]A mouse with a nervous tic
needs a sidekick
or two or as many as can fit
in his pinhead.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
My mouse paws are clammy
But I won't use no chalk
Talk to mammy--double whammy
Walk the talk--climb the climb
Leave the nasty white behind
Just trust your belayer.
Mayer
sinuses get finer than frog hair, Moosie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 02:57am PT
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In that spirit, this is for Fletcher, in lieu of the promised package.
It will come, no need to build anything, dude.
Sorry if I built up your hopes for that lamp, but there's lots of this going around.
I know you're not worried. Thanks.
Mouse
what?
Aren't you forgetting someone?
bill cosby? morgan freeman? george burns?
Geeze, Mouse...
i'd never have guessed HIM!
Brother...
son, daddy-o.
Sheesh...
locker's line--try cowabunga
Cowabunga!
and a faux interview with Tennessee led to this gem:
"The cat on the tin roof was really just havin' a nap on a neighbor lady's swamp cooler, I'll swear. Her name was Momma Daddy and she weighed forty pounds. The cat, not the neighbor lady."
and Keith Richards commented once to me about a model on the telly,
"She is on the telly. She is paid to look beautiful. I do it for nothing."
Moosie, Fletcher, Ron, neebee, TimidTR and nita, yer really cool.
thanks for putting up with me, "the acquired taste"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 03:31am PT
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Rhymes with mummy.I'm not forgetting Marlow aka Carlow
the oh so slow and low man from Oslo
Norway, that is.[Click to View YouTube Video]
they made me a frogman on the demo team[Click to View YouTube Video]Hey, Tony! The bota belong to you?
NORFOLK? ALCOHOL?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 16, 2014 - 07:02pm PT
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I read the last series and have arrived here at the end before a new one arrived.
I never win any of these contests.
I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it’s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn’t thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 16, 2014 - 07:04pm PT
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What's this thread coming to when you have to reply to your own reply?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
when I look at the television, I want to see me staring
right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just
about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
Someone asks "Anyone seen Renaldo & Clara" recently?
I gotta think, Why? Are they missing?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 16, 2014 - 09:57pm PT
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hey there say, just stepped in to say, hey there...
thank you mouse for the flames message :) ...
hope you get the new room? or are you still wavering?
oh NO! did you get a bike stolen from you???
perhaps you will get another car?
do NOT get caught by 'the flying hawk-owl of despair, as you
said, things come-and-go, perhaps, a car may just well be
appearing again, keep praying, :)
you did your friends a good turn... and turns can turn more good, as well...
love the bird pics, too...
wow, did not know zbrown heard of 'los huracanes del norte'
:)
night all... god bless...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 17, 2014 - 12:06am PT
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{{{hugs}}}
goodnight neebs, have good dreams.
fae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 02:39am PT
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'I never win any of these contests.'
I won't play Born to Lose, because I'm a Loser Baby, myself, time to time.
And besides, I'm positively posting, now, too.
Not exclusively, just sort of absolutely not doing negative posts.
A battery of dreams, eh? Are they paralleling mine? I don't know what that would entail, frankly, but there are parallels between CV and Merced, QED.
Are there dream warps? If so, like in galactic hitchhiking there are time warps and worm holes, are there shape-changers, dimension blenders, zones of enlightenment and zones of terror? Where are they capable of taking us?
Why do we always seem to come back to white, not black?Or hot pink?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBLozI_mq_Y
Not the bike, just the spindle to the rear wheel hub. Screws right out, but they can't steel the wheel cuz of the chain. Walking is the Flames' thing, anyhoo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 10:10am PT
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flamenco
Outside the musical context, the Spanish word flamenco can mean "flamingo"-–referring to the bird, but originally meaning "flame-coloured"–-but also "Flemish," as in referral to the Ned Flanders.
I knew a Mike Fleming years ago. I have a picture somewhere which I love showing him and my Big Bother Mike standing in the rain over a dampfire trying to stay cool while sipping coffee.
To flemish a rope, that's something all good sailors do. I'm not a good sailor. I think it means to flake out, but I'm lying, it means to pretty it all up if it's rope spaghetti. Ask Tony or Bobby.
I have a thing I gotta go do.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 10:23am PT
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It has something to do with contrasts, I believe. Either that or the Yin and the Yang of it all. Or it could just be the trees.
Like I said though, I never win any of these contests.
Sometimes even a little off-color helps.
All this speculation does get me to wondering though and the first thing that pops into mind is:
What is the opposite of wind chime?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 10:48am PT
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In keeping with the new trend of The Flames and since I don't usually do positive reviews. Here is a great product. I cleaned my malfunctioning furnace with this (gas, electric, the whole works (be sure to unplug electrical and turn off gas first)) and it now works like a charm.
Elimina Polvo Y Pelusa
EDIT: Works great on keyboards (the computer kind) too. Gets all those cookie, cracker & pretzel crumbs right outa the grooves.
TV clicker on deck.
BTW did you see my new (early 1900's) African carving?
Was thinking of a contest to i.d. her, but I never ...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 11:30am PT
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zBrown
('don't' call him 'brown'),
i called u zeepster.
i meant zeebster.
may u copa with-a my blunder
i'm-a sorry for your-a agony
i'm-a bit unnerved
witless in gazing sunward
no moonward
no sun word
it's just-a chinatown, jack
i saw the good moon a-settin'
just after the sun came up
who's being unfaithful to whom
is it the sun
is it the moon
what happened to the question marks
exclamation pointless
literature devises
what mouse espies sez THEM
wheel c about THAT
what works works works wonders
THEY are tearing up the place
REnovation
it's a dawn novello world
vatican i do?
Aha! Back in business, I C.
I used to watch way too much telebishion.
What Poetry Works
Maynard G. Rebs
What works for some can work for many.
I’m just sittin’, not gettin’ any,
(Not THAT!)
Jobs, that is.
If I thought of labor (yuck), I’d cringe all day,
I’d idle my thoughts, so I’d sooner pay.
mmm...
Two pennies.
If I (you know) at (that) while wifey sat
Dancing and lying on yoga mat,
Frankly, Zelda,
I’d be bummed.
I’ve no more to say, it’s too much like (ugh!),
I think my thoughts, cats, chicks, you’ve dug--
Like, ditty litter,
From Merced.
I'm wishing the best for you this morning.
A Friday morning
It feels like a Sunday in some ways
This is a song for a little bird from whom I heard
an encouraging word
early this morning/late last night/this morning.
Whaddya want, it's Berzerkeley, the model city.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
coffee on
milk's gone
such a good life
and it's fading
etc.
FLAME ON, Amyjo!
A la juerga, chiquita!
It feels like a Friday night in some ways.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 11:51am PT
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The last bastion that asked that question ended up in the Trophy Room Bar, now known as Miller's Reinero's.
Have you Ronged anyone today?
Two Rons walked out of the Trophy Room.
One asked, "Which way do we go?"
They started arguing, leading to the conclusion two which you may eventually come to.
Prep school is not grammar school.
Many preps look like big bastions.
They are inhabited largely by Little Lord Bastions.
They are headed for the wall, dontcha know.
If I were the last bastion, would I inherit the wind?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 01:13pm PT
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"Good night! Say grace, Dale! We're all starving here. Please."
Grace: simple elegance or refinement of movement/finesse/poise/elegance
Leaving It Up To You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foAw6uyNhfY
Stop & Think It Over
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_pVBhPzwTc
Bad Luck
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlVAdx24B10
Love Is Strange
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYFCc9NX7Tw
"Oh, Grace, how do you call me?"
"Dear Sir?"
"Oh, baby!"
A nice warm western greeting for Grace and Dale, ladies first.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Love is strange. Gee, it's so wonderful. Call my name. I'll break into a sweet sweet sweat, Sweatheart.
American Bandstand was the last bastion of rock civility.
Ask yourself,
"What direction is down when it’s all up to you?"
What happened to Spearmint? I'm not "Cert-ain." Or was that Doublemint? Is it live or is it Memorex?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 03:03pm PT
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Interesting that you'd put up that song, Michele's favoritie
but Mickey & Silvia
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Run and get a bucket
Get the baby some beer
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 17, 2014 - 03:50pm PT
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hey there say, feralfae, thank you for the wishes!
ATTENTION ALL, AND NOTE--NEEBEE taking up flame-space here... you may scroll by, if
one needs to... :)
YES--had a good important dream, actually, i reckon all the flames will like it to:
as, they have walked many trails... the taco climber, would like it too, but it does not need a thread, :)) they will find it here:
dream was:
back in the old 'house situation' (houses, in my dreams, always stand for situations, whether past, transitional, or present or future...
well, was trying to make the 'most of it' tacking up nice pictures, etc, on the wall, but the wall was 'weak' in this area... why, i wonder?? so then, as it breaks open, i see that there is another room:
(which always means, in my dreams, 'something being revealed that i was not aware of) ... well, man oh man, there sat:
in the midst of the thinner, long dark hollowed out wall, a hidden room... and there was a wild cat and some bugs, running along the wall, but more serious was: a sullen forlorn thin older man, who SAT hidden in the darkness...
(men, woman, children, etc, always mean 'an active or future/past active part of a situation) --well, i was WORRIED to see this! having it hidden there, and how could he have gotten in? so, i got my (now ex) who was always the one that checked on 'technical' house fixes, though only in emergencies... well, he checked all the doors, and all the locks were fine, and he then, at my insistence, went in to see how he got there...
(this is important, as, my now ex, never wanted to solve emotional things--not to speak bad of him, but to make the point of the dream--i was determined to find out what the 'danger' was, even if i had to get someone's help, even if that someone had no clue or desire)(a good fix, is a good 'fasting' we may not have a 'stomach desire to do' but if we push for it, we get the clues...
well, the 'sullen man' said he got in through the garage (as do cats, bugs, etc) and thus, that is an open door from garage to house, that don't watch over much--at times (not always, but at times)...
so then, the 'man' had to leave, and did without a scabble--due to the 'fix' (which i personally feel was the 'fasting')...
and later, folks on the street found that the 'man' had through his own self, died off, on the street...
that 'man' --being the feeling of HOPELESSNESS AND DEEP FORLORNNESS, at being able to DO anything, :(
that is how i felt about my daddy... and, i am always so upbeat, which i LEARNED TO BE from my folks, and from god, after all the bad situations in my marriage...
wow, and oh my! i had found a hidden room of hopelessness!!!!
and it was FOUND now, in my dream and i felt so free from it!!
pretty neat, huh, feralfae! and there you have it!!
i DID HAVE SWEET DREAMS... WELL, they were odd and mysterious for a few minutes, 'til i solved it when the 'man' was out...
oddly enough, the folks that found the man were very shocked that anyone could be free from his 'presence' once he HOLES up and hides...
and this man, was fairly old--which GOES TO SHOW:
hopelessness...
dispare...
forlorness...
excessive sorrow...
worries...
fears...
can grow over the years and get really established and hard to ever be free of--it sure is good, as we check our lives, daily, and get these
roots out...
i never had been feeling hopeless about my folks, before...
as we all know: they are there since our childhood... and we trust that they are well...
well, us older folks now, are in this precarious positions where:
someday they will not be...
not knowing if it was near the end, for my daddy, was very hopeless and a forlorn thing on my heart... :(
the fasting was not to FIX me though... it was for to help in back, for all the help that he gave me...
and--thanks to god, for his birthday, he was more alert and got to see many of our family...
i hope this help bring him to healing, i hope and pray so much...
i also, had a dream about rescuing a rabbit, oddly, one that folks though was not having a chance... and someone had just abandoned a rabbit, here in our local town...
i like to hope, though i won't know until later, that my daddy, the rabbit, in this case, will not be abandoned, and will have more time with us...
only god knows... and for each day that my daddy feels better, i am not forlorn, anymore...
wow, mouse:
did i FLAME UP your flames?
hope not too bad, but, special farelfae hoped for good dreams, :))
and:
i DO remember all the post that you 'spilled from heart' when your
boomer died...
so this i my spill, today...
perhaps from your fast, as well,
climbers work AS A TEAM...
AS WELL as good ranchers...
:)
thanks for letting me 'climb through here' today...
i am on a nice wide solid ledge, at the moment,
and surveying the vast meadows, and will hope to
work the trail downward, to see the meadow in a close-up
view next, as thing for my daddy start to grow well...
it is in the doctors hands, and in god's hands, and that
is the update... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 06:53pm PT
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O! Big Daddy, may the Flames burn in the Campfire
If the Nakedness of our City is not revealed.
Lo! Flames Mama, may the Dreamcatchers you hire
Stay alert, so we can awake fully healed.
I recall this conversation.
I think I had the same kind of dream.
But I only woke after my nap just now,
Thinking, like we sometimes do.
It's best not to think, just to do,
But without studying "the dream"
You should not. This is the job of the shaman.
The wise woman knows to trust the shaman.
He will teach her over her lifetime.
She has the key to sleep.
He has the key to understanding.
They are a team of local scientists,
Making a study, checking it out,
Making our city a better place to live in.
Maybe I had the dream in Birmingham.
Maybe it was about SF, Boston, Denver or Seattle.
National City? Muskegon? Chico?
I don't know. I forgot to write it down
And now can't remember it.
This is like wakening a second time.
Like two sunrises on the same trip out the front window of the bus.
For neebee, a big string of plus signs
Minus the postage, which is zero, so there you have it, folks:
The Flames version of the parallelograph.
Brought to you by Three Brothers and Sisterss Coffee and Donuts Company.
Keep on dunking, Mr. Jones,
In spite of the full court press,
Your team mates just sacrificed the Queen's bishop
And you are now on the way to victory.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 07:00pm PT
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There is the Jefferson Airplane and their White Rabbit.
There is this, more modern White Rabbit.
Egypt Central are "The Decider's" favorite band, be leaves or not. He thinks they are "treemendiss, dude."
Truth is, he's confusing them with a band from South Central, Central South.
He is and always will be a Harvard-educated idiot.
GWB has an engagement coming up on "The Following." A cameo. Continue.
Keep pullling it out of my butt, putting it in the hat, pulling it out, amazing my friends, hopefully confounding my one enemy, and then going back for more Waldoh! Salad.
may yo nays turn into yays
your cardinals into popes
may your wishes all be horses
may you live to see your hopes
turn into joy
i got my new shoes, Roy
CosmicCraftsman sent the Fires of the Mouse to his house and they are resurrected from the tread, er, sole.
Good thing I am not fasting with neebee. I did, though. As I told her, I was snapping a shot, had on my old vest, and there are "iron rations" in a pocket. I caught myself popping M&M pretzel balls and before it occurred to me I was breaking fast.
I'm glad that she shared. Fair is fair. THIS IS NOT "MY" THREAD, U KNO.
Nobody takes up space or even wastes a skosh of bandwidth here any longer.
We have been good kids this last year. Santa knows. U know.
What more could you ask for? Good grammar, besides.
neebee is not just a painter of dreamcatchers, but a painter of word pix.
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Barbarian
climber
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Jan 17, 2014 - 07:41pm PT
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They started arguing, leading to the conclusion two which you may eventually come to.
So I'm guessing the two Rons didn't make a right?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 08:28pm PT
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"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe"
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Am I just getting old?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 11:41pm PT
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my essence runs deep
it envelopes me and you
[diverging from haiku}
I run through the forest
naked and alone
charging through the pine duff
Along I charge, yearning,
wanting only to be better
to see the unseeable
I run faster, striving to encounter the unknown
I transcend pain, and then,
I run faster yet
Still, you are not there
yet I know you are close
I search relentlessly
My feet are fleet, and I glimpse
a vision of ephemeral beauty
in the forest before me
It is you, naked and raw
the most beautiful vision
and I know I will find you
Onward I push
through the arboreal maze
Until I find only
A trace of you
I retreat
Wishing only to steal a vision of you
again, as a mere image of you sates me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:12am PT
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Essay on Commandment IV
Where doth civility start?
Chief reference this time:
How Many Slings and How Many Arrows: Life’s a Rack of Hard Wear
or
How to Play Talus Golf, Raise Pigs, and Clean Up After Your Partner
by B. Tuppin
(that's gonna have to do for citations--this ain't no party, this ain't no Wiki, but we ain't just foolin' around)
Always begin with a short poem.--Sr. Mary Justine on reading to her class for their edification, though when she had no poem, she read the one from the day before, so...
My dad was an iron man.
He really liked the wedges.
I was a child of the rock.
I really liked the ledges.
Boomer golfed while his roamin’ son climbed.
I much preferred the shorter Lost Arrows, also, to the longer ones.
One held my fall on the brow of the Salathe Wall.
I had beat the crap out of it in a bottoming crack, then tied it off.
His sand wedge won him a lot of nidgies.
He collected lots of quarter bets from his “sandy” pars.
Sandy, like in bunker, like in Archie, his favorite character.
http://golf.about.com/cs/golfterms/g/bldef_sandie.htm
I never explained to him about tying off short the longer pins. He likely took it for granted that they only worked if you whaled on them. I suspect his Pop, Grampa Bill, was like that. But since he knew tools, equipment, and practical shop things, he also knew that inanimate objects don’t respond to abuse and blue language, though his workshop was mighty loud with other colors, you might say. He didn’t smoke, he chewed. He didn’t smoke, he burst into flame and that was over and that was that. He always seemed to get the job done.
Like Pop, like Kid.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Like oak, like acorn.
I did it, so should you.
I understand that concept as it’s the root of prejudice.
He understood beating something with a belt or coat hanger, namely his kids’ bottoms.
I used to lose it with my dog Frank and he suffered for my lack of understanding.
I understood how to place a delicate stack of pins and work it for upwards mobility.
He loved to take his time lining up his putts, kissing my mom.
Delicate and brutal, that’s humanity in a nutshell.
Humanity is also learning from one’s mistakes, and the mistakes of others.
O! how often we fail
To follow the trail
That others have blazed
Because we have lazed.
The dean of men at St. Mary’s, Cassian, told me that youth doesn’t heed vicarious advice but learns best from experiment and loss and failure.
He told me to read the bios of great men.
I stayed away from the library that semester and the next.
I failed to listen, but that is water under the bridge of God’s plan.
Dad gave me much advice to which I never paid any attention, and some to which I still adhere.
He called his dad “Pop.” I thought it had a snappy sound, but he was still Dad.
He had a fine tenor voice.
His granddaughter through me is named Bevin, the Melodious Lady.
His language was poetic, at times, also.
“Never up, never in.”
“Boozers are losers.”
“Geeze, Edith, you missed that little putt?”
“When your partner’s hitting, freeze, as#@&%e.”
I wondered what a dialectic was so I asked Dad.
He said look it up.
He did not say he did not know what it was.
He told me to look it up on my own.
He forced me to learn.
He spelled everything that Mom asked him,
though she was an educated woman,
moreso than he.
He never told her to look it up.
She asked,
he complied.
They’re always right,
He often sighed.
O! the dialectic! That misunderstood mystical thing.
I have formed my opinions on investigating
Truth versus lies on the putting green of life
Mostly I just go on the word of the wife.
That, I MAYBE should have listened to.
Meh...
Frank/That’s Life
[Click to View YouTube Video]
David Lee/That’s Life
[Click to View YouTube Video]
He never quit living when Mom died.
He kept up with golf, he played bridge, but he did not have another lady in his life.
We're the same in many ways.
And different.
It was fun to have known him.
Thanks for all you shares, guys and girls.
My thoughts tonight have included nita's and Anastasia's and T Hocking's and Ron's and the Rev's and neebee's respective dads and their kids whom I cherish beyond belief.
And to zBrown, how's the Bull doin'? Our collective gesture of respect to Michele's pop and to her, too.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:29am PT
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Mouse, this was my meager contribution to your ongoing thread.
Much love.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:37am PT
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Euno Canaletto?
Junie Moon?
Brandoon?
I'll shout you a beer, Brandon, the Angry Orchard brew.
A Friday night in some ways.
O! Peyton!
O! Tom!
O! Justin!
O! What's that boy's name?
Broncos rule! They should teach that in school,
It's the only truth you need to know, in my opinion.
Some of the rest you can fake.
Like life and the afterlife,
if you want to get into the dialectics.
Right now, I want a beer, this is how my venture shooting the moon came out tonight.
There were other things that went right, though, and worth celebrating.
Small but fun things. Like a short beer.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:42am PT
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.?que?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:52am PT
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Otay, senor.
Bienvenidos, I shoula said.
Gracias, as well.
Plain Anglo, like you, Yanqui.
Ciao, amigo.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:59am PT
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hey there say, brandon_ this might help with the decipher:
i reckon it like this:
that is mouse's way of saying:
thank you.. welcome to thread and sit down and have a beer...
:)
he speaks in 'mouse code'... sometimes hard to understand,
unless you study the pictures and look for word tricks, :)
*did i reckon, right? mouse, ?
after all, i hang out with a dog and five cats and a bird and two rats, and a rabbit all day, so sometimes i miss out on 'mouse lingo'...
different from rat lingo, too, fourlegged or--two legged (which,as to two legged is good to be different from) :)
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 01:11am PT
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Gracias, mon friere.
Todo bien?
My French is rusty, but the Patriots are going to swamp the Donkeys on Sunday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 04:48am PT
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Simon says, do what I do. He's the one in orange.
Dans Ma Chambre
There's a world where I can go
And tell my secrets to
In this world I lock out
All my worries and my fears
Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone
But I won't be afraid
In my room
In my room
Songwriters E.W. Martin, G.L. Usher, B. Wilson, M. Gayle
Aussi, mes souris,
I have your picture in my room
I have your picture in my room
I put it in a frame
And every day of sadness
when I need affection
I often talk to him as if you were there
I have your picture in my room
I asked in a frame
She gives me confidence
And every night I think
that you'll be there tomorrow with me
When you're angry soon I'll talk to you
You do not answer,
but I understand in your eyes
That you're not angry
That you have forgiven me
for it is your picture that unites us
This is why
{Verse 1}
{instrumental} La la la ..... etc.
{3rd verse}
{2nd verse} And every night I think
That you 'll be there tomorrow with me
Johnny Farago
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Beach Boys
"In My Room" is a song written by Brian Wilson and Gary Usher for the American rock band The Beach Boys. It was released on their 1963 album Surfer Girl. It was also released as the B-side of the "Be True to Your School" single. The single peaked at number 23 in the U.S. and was eventually inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999. "In My Room" was ranked number 212 on Rolling Stone's list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.--Wiki thanks you
Johnny Farago
Jean-Yves Béland (15 June 1944--31 July 1997), better known under the pseudonym of Johnny Farago (Béland is the name of his mother and Farago name of his father), is a singer from Quebec who was a member of the group The Mercedes until 1964, after which he made a solo career and became quite popular in the second half of 1960, primarily due to French versions of American hits. An admirer of Elvis Presley, he spent much of his career in emulation and paying homage. He died July 31, 1997, as a result of a stroke.
Was 1968 all that far ago? It doesn't feel like it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 08:18am PT
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It's no use. I woke in pain with a cramp in my foot. Can't get comfy so I sit in my room. Hello again, walls.
My bookshelves are regularly dusted. My hands are clean.
The roaches hate me. I hope. I hate them. They sh#t everywhere.
They have a saying in the Buddhist sects about killing insetcs. I can't recall it. It's not germane.
There're no commandments against killing bugs here.Hey, bugs are everywhere.
Some bugs hide well. Some are blindingly fast.
It's, like, the government's invaluable research never ceases to better our lives, man, they keep things real by being mysterious and aboveboard at the same time. Politicians are still like bugs, they're flashy and good to look at in the photographs, but they are eating you out of existence.
Yep. I'm channeling Pop Laval, whose mojo is powerful.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2062581&msg=2228581#msg2228581
For Grossman
Wayno, Steverino, Mimi, hiya!
My computer's DVD player's gone doggie, but Vern and I are gonna watch this on Sunday between football and more football.
Mojo. Mojo. Mojo.
Eureka Got It!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
thanks for this to the norwegian who gave me this in the dream i had u couldn't remember yesternight
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2014 - 09:31am PT
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All this maundering got me thinking of that Bukowski.
I tried the moonshot again from my unique perspective, the lowest stair in the second flight of eight steps leading from Middle Earth to the fourth floor. The one with the foot print on the wall below the window through which I finally shot the moon.
It's not Ansel, it's not a weasel.
It's a moonstruck mouse.
Amy's trying again, too.
I love you, kiddo, and if you're out there watching the moon tonight somewhere in Red Rocks, LV, wear a smile and dance.
And watch out for parrots.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:17pm PT
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Got a new gig for your photos, courtesy of Mr. Jones.
Something happening here
What it is ain't
Exactly clear
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 18, 2014 - 12:29pm PT
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Herr Mouse:
The Bull is a bit wobbly afoot and his back hurts alot. I guess it comes with the two purple heart territory.
He's going strong though, has been for ninety years.
You can see why I paid heed when he said "you better leave my daughter alone", when she was a Jung blood. All is forgiven now and he (actually all three of them) really like me a lot.
Thanks for askin'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 19, 2014 - 11:59pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2014 - 02:25am PT
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One Chapter from this old WWII book.This was not printed on "wartime stock." And it's a second printing, too.
KIRKUS REVIEW
This parallels, to some extent, for aviation training in the Army what Love At First Flight by Spaulding and Carney (Houghton, Mifflin) did for the Navy. Ryan and his chum, Sod, brush rejection aside and manage to get in; they report at Thunderbird Field, Phoenix. They despair over preliminary conditioning, over the boners they pull; Ryan makes his instructors grow old before their time, and Sod stays in his own brand of hot water. Eventually, they solo, and go on up the ladder but it takes Pearl Harbor to sober them. Bakersfield -- Stockton and graduation, supply further background. Pleasant reading, light amusing, basically serious.
like endless rain into a paper cup
My dad flew trainers at Tulare during '43. He had his cadet training at Des Moines, IA, where this book by Mr. Ryan begins! The only other book I've read like this is Old Man In a Baseball Cap.
Really?
"The real flight of discovery consists not in seeking new vistas but in having new glasses."--Biter Old Man in a Salary Cap, after Proust
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2014 - 09:02am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2014 - 09:33am PT
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Hop on, Pop.
"You could always ask for more, Mouse."--the little dickens inside
"Happiness runs like a stunned roach--in circles."--Georgia Boyd Howdee
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Inside corner, outside corner,
Die, He Drilled.
My, my, my, my, my
Dentist leads 5.3,
Let's go to the coffee shop.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 20, 2014 - 12:11pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2014 - 02:42pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2014 - 03:02pm PT
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Otay, this is a plea for understanding. Please sign the petition when it comes in the email.
A grateful California wants your support!
BRING BACK THE CODPIECE!
BRING BACK BOTH OF "OUR BUSHES!"
"As a pair to draw to, they have no Campari, son."--Yosemite Sam on the New Divine Right
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2014 - 04:10pm PT
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The above is brought to you by the makers of Brawny Bonnie Butt Bags.
This ad is approved by Bilbo Baggins, his new GF--the Author Styled Miss Howdee, and the Two Nuns Modeling Agency, Fresno, who supplied the cheerleaders.
Butt shots rock.
And racquetball needs to be played indoors. Climbing, anyplace, really.
Killshots rock, too.
W.O.R. = intense warlike outdoor racquetball
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-io71im_xOw
I spent many many hours on the indoor courts while the Sierra Nevada waited "out there," beyond Yosemite Avenue, on the horizon, for me to come to my senses.
It was a good reason for hitting the bar after a match--like horseshoes, the drinking guy's perfect sport.
On the other hand, the cardio workout was beneficial, as all I did at work was lots of standing around on hard concrete watching the machines that I kept fed.
Had I the partner, back then in the eighties, or the true calling, really, ultimately, I'd have been climbing instead. Or I wish it had been so. If this is regret, so be it.
This sound familiar to some of you?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 20, 2014 - 09:08pm PT
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Right on brother, ya know what I mean?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 20, 2014 - 09:10pm PT
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Hairless Elephant bracelet - Good Luck - You may want to wait for the G-C4 model
If Mr. Honnold showed up wearing one of these, would it catch on?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 02:29pm PT
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Cold-cocked.
Monday Night Fights.Miss Tastes Great vs. Leslie "Young" Frilling. Les lost."New York snubs Paris. Biche fight ensues at Vegas Hilton. Nation goes to war over halter top. France loses. Champs Elysees changed to Rue Cesar Chavez."--National City Cuidado/Shade Bulletin
JUSTIN CASE,
If you got to get married now, if you MUST do a ceremahoney, do it in the only city that matters, THE NAKED ONE, the one named for it's own island, I'll Land Ya.
It's the other country with three words in its name.
The United States of I'll Land Ya.
Islandia is a classic novel of utopian fiction by Austin Tappan Wright, a U. C. Berkeley Law School Professor. Written as a hobby over a long period, it was posthumously edited down by a third by his wife and daughter, and first published in hardcover by Farrar & Rinehart in 1942, eleven years after the author's 1931 death.1
Islandia is a fully realized world which has drawn parallels to Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, but it contains no magic, so it is much more a utopia than a standard fantasy.
Remember, there is no free will in I'll Land Ya. It is a con-trac-tion but it's otay, it is a brand new world, one with only apastroffs, no free will.
Everybody be wearin' codpieces? What? Huh? Utopia?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 02:46pm PT
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He/they/his daughter/his sister came in throughout the back room windows.
then pawned it for a norwegian wedding troll.
I heard some things. Visual proof that I did. Cameras don't tell fibs. Fibbers tell fibs. When cameras are outlawed, only the gov't will have cameras.
Lens pray that never happens.
Vote Bush.
Keep Strawberry embarrassed, cuz I don't think Mr. Donini never been there.
Hey, hey, hey say Ray, thought I'd come up and see ya, eh?
Elbin "Bishop" Band/Hey hey hey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knaO0q00AnU
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 04:21pm PT
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King James Donini, the fiftieth of that name.
KJ-50.
Bow and Scrape.
Avert your eyes.
Straighten your cod.[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I love how these guys rape the body. if only the heavyweights learned some actual body punches, we'd see more skill fighters, as opposed to the lumbering soviets."--Chinese Boxer
I'm the Exhibitionist. You lookin' at me?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 21, 2014 - 07:33pm PT
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Mouse, sir,
You lead an interesting, colorful, varied, and highly entertaining life.
And I enjoy your chronicle of it here.
Thank you.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 09:01pm PT
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Mille grazie, Mlle. feralfae. I've been meaning to 'do' another city besides Merced, but the place is loded, I'm stuck, in other words, in Lode Eye Candy Country, part of I'll Land Ya...
Mundane, sure. Varied, plenty.
I ran into Jules today. He and I talked many times, now and then, in the used book store. He's a street wanderer, poor as my church relatives, and he's been sick lately, not comprehending what he should say in return to my jabber.
He is, let's say, distracted by something in his head. Jules is from Barcelona, about forty-five. He has always been healthy enough to walk around carrying a cardboard box with him wherever he trucks. Even when he feels normal, though, he's the same dang way. Odd. Odd as a box of whatever is in there today.
Jules is what you call a 'book scout.' He finds treasure at thrifts and may even stop at a yard sale now and then. He is close-mouthed, private, with a wary look in his eyes, and unless you know him, he won't give you the time.
He's photogenic.
He vanishes suddenly
and then you see him.
No pix today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 21, 2014 - 09:23pm PT
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Whaal, let me help you out there son, though it's not my selfie and/or shadow image, I use it with permission of Alex and it appears to be a photo.
What a droog it is getting old.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 21, 2014 - 09:26pm PT
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My kingdom for a piece of cod (that is not Michele in this one)
This is. I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 21, 2014 - 11:17pm PT
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what the hell is remote linking? and does it differ from local linking?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2014 - 12:14am PT
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"...most of the Nazis seemed to be into cartoons (Adolf Hitler was a big fan of Disney's Snow White, and Adolf Galland, a General of the Luftwaffe and WWII flying ace, had a picture of mickey mouse painted on the side of his aircraft (who appears to have replaced his torso with a soccer ball. Is that a hatchet?)."--CrispyKat
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2014 - 09:27pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]And this is not even the shank of tonight's evening.
It’s the shank of the evening! But when is that, exactly?
This phrase typically suggests that the night is far from over,
shank being an old word for something straight,
or the tail end of something.
But as the Dictionary of American Regional English notes,
in the South, evening is considered “the time between late afternoon and dusk.”
It's full dark here, but I feel light headed.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Ya know, Vern?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:31am PT
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Good night.[Click to View YouTube Video]
DARWIN SCHISM
The devil inside--
let him decide
to be a man
and try
like hell
to overcome
desire.
Every single
desire.
"Hell, it can’t be done, man."
"But what about heaven on earth? Is that too much to ask for?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:14pm PT
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If it's on a stick, it still may be kosher. God doesn't do kosher dills, though.
More of a taste for Polski wyrob.http://www.food.com/bb/viewtopic.zsp?t=275168
Pickles.
Sun of Ray on a stick.He loved these melon balls de saucisse on a steek. When Martha S came here during the holidays, this is what I served and she raised her eyebrows. She actually burped!
Now that the holidays are long past, speaking of them, the cookie mice are nice and secure and not liable to get into mischief--they even tried ot ransom Melanie, the ding-a-lings. BUT, I regret to say, Lilabiene and THE Muppet have made their escape, their "bird," and have flown the coop.
We are waiting and waiting and waiting, but no word, no clue, nada.
So I had to build a better mouse trap, and now I have space for that nice window seat that Martha suggested.
So last night's freaky dream was totally black. I remember nothing. I slept for A CHANGE on the top bunk, on a thick foam pad that I kept from the car, where it was used on road trips. I also slept beneathe the Queen's HandieWork, this expensive and delicate and bright dreamcatcher.
Taken from the rear of Red Roadent and placed high above my bunkbed,
at least two feet higher than the top bunk, in the rarefied and warm air.
There, pix dust condenses thought around each particle, they get heavy, and fall--
somewhere over the bunkbed
which is protected
from badness
and madness
and contributes to all
by making my head rest.
O! no
more for us wakefulness,
the blest feathery caress of a vamp named seeleene,
AKA HandMade Goodness.
It was magic like you don't expect:
This is longer than I've ever slept
In sixteen or seventeen months
At one time
In one go.
WE NO
neebee's work is the reason.
We mice slept!!
And rose to counsel the wizard in the penthouse.
It was rousing to go and say
I understand
It's otay
To feel the way you do, stupid American veteran.
That's the best story I've heard today
And I can only say
NO MAS
The store's closed, the vault is shut, locked, and glued.
Stick it.
Where don't the moon shine still?--Roget Miller
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:36pm PT
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Fire away, Harpo.
You're on Oprah next.
U NO what Oprah gonna say?[Click to View YouTube Video]"Watch this good footage from MY SPECIAL FRIEND."
(Pay attention at 2:30 and keep the fire extinguisher at hand if you try this at home; and can you tell me how it is that one woman can have only SPECIAL friends, not just quotidian pals?)
Martha really killed me when she asked for some more. She isn't all that, you know...
She said she'd come back when her time allowed and I got another ride.We'll see about that.
[Click to View YouTube Video]JUST ONE COUNTRY SONG, MICK! PLEASE CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE?
They ain't country, they ain't rock, they're the STones.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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You wouldn;t have thought he was Mexican, necessarily, but he's from Dember. In the book, Centennial by Michener, chicano workers come to harvest beets and they stay in "Dember," some of them, forsaking Mexico, becoming low-riders and rock climbers.
O! how I love the orange and blue
And Peyton will cut your balls off with the pass.
No more TeeBowing!
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 23, 2014 - 03:47pm PT
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Of corset's only a paper rose
oowwwwwooowwwwhh
nice pun, Mouse sir.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 04:18pm PT
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Meanwhile, in Naked City, the town too small not to have hot gossip,
the story of the Group formerly known as El Olio Woloff unfolds and duplicates
and the current favorites in the Merced scene are the incarnation known as Ahwahnichi,
or "Yow-Semite-Dwellers," loosely,
based on Talmudic references, the only ones I have available.
I could essay a pun on why I was robbed, but they'd run me out of El Taco on a stick.The band is the work of the writer of the group, RC, who told me that he doesn't write "songs" so much as he scores music.
This would make it like the Mahavishnu, only with local talent playing under the name of Ahwahnichi. I've not heard them, they played last Saturday, the night of the Merced Art Hop, and I may hear them at the Partisan in a little bit, and for lots fewer dineros. I can spend that extra at Reinero's.
While photographing sparrows, I found a dove and a jay.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 01:39am PT
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Toad tripping, Tad.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bus ride up the valley.
Meet-up at the good old Redding bust depot.
I'll likely just be sitting, waiting, waiting, waiting...working on my laptop...
or playing one of the machines in the arcade,
preferably the one they had in the lobby in the fifties that I got good on,
but that's not too likely.
Say around the first week in February. We can find sumthin' to do fun if the weather's not stable.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 02:21am PT
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Flame on, my esteemed fraternizer, Mr. T.
O! silly civility
My country tis of thee
So gimme five
Land where our fathers lied
All night longthey cried
A horse on you
Rolling the dice they played
Coming home they delayed
The Boss got vexed
Ship, captain, crew went down
No more nights on the town
We shore screw up
But there's the Nalgene, son,
Let's have another one
I'm awful dry
Do you know cribbage?
One refusal?
What say?
I propose the thurs or fri of that week, the 6th or 7th, crag on sat, we can talk about where to go, as in Pig Bird Cliffs.
FA's and the 2nd ascent of a Robbins,
Fitschen,Roper route at Pigeon Cliffs.
email me with the decision.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 24, 2014 - 04:09am PT
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hey there, say, mouse...
gulp! i mean, GLUP:
well, how about that, there is 'ANOTHER MOUSE'
*of course there is... hords of them, at your place, thanks to christmas time, and lots out in the fields, and then:
there is is micky and minnie...
were, just saw another MOUSE, tonight... well, ONLY HEARD TELL, have no clue who it is, but he/she must love cards, :))
http://www.pagat.com/invented/glup_pinochle.html
:))
night now... been waiting for my mom to call, as to the newer condition of my daddy... has a trech now, are waiting to see how it goes...
hoping he can talk, but he may be too weak, :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 04:57am PT
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Here is where we break to dance break-style like the USA.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm trying to thinking fast, as they might could say in Asian-born English.
Shut my mouth.
What they say here
when dancing crafters come a-commenting
on the conditions of their loved daddies
I dont know, to tell the truth.
I'm glad you did and thanks for that update.
I'm jabbering, but I'm also bereft of words at your trial, neebee.
Less said is enough said.
More is less, er, the opposite.
Or the reverse?
Let's ask Bud. Better yet, let's ask a Sherpa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]May 29, 1953 +/-, Asia.
I'm not intentionally making a pun on your dad's trake, is it? Not at all!!
I know, "Cheer up! Hear is a poem to be here for you on behave yourself."
Maria Spratford
“A Dancer’s Prayer”
Dear Angel, ever at my side.
Be there today, my feet to guide.
Help me dance high, and light, and free,
So everyone will be proud of me.
May the judges be fair and the stages be spacious.
In winning and losing, let me be gracious,
So that every dance I'll remember with pride.
And angel, please keep my shoelaces tied!
I'm still tongue-tied, myself.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 05:33am PT
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Fate is fickle-fingered. It is also fickle-toed, speaking of climbing shoes.
Toe-jam football comes to mind...are ya ready?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
BROMIDROSIS or stinkfoot
Frank Zappa Y los Madres
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
(Water)
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin'
(Mornin')
By yer radio
(Radio!)
Do the walls close in t'suffocate ya
You ain't got no friends . . .
An' all the others: they hate ya
Does the life you been leadin' gotta go?
Well, let me straighten you out
About a little Russian restaurant I know . . .
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on people, it's right aroun' the corner!)
Out through the night
An' the whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases
Out through the night
An' the whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases . . .
Now scientists call this disease Bromidrosis
(That's right!)
And well they should
Even Napoleon knows that
But us regular folks
Who might wear a tennis shoe
Or an occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of:
STINK FOOT
Y'know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, an' now it's July
I finally got it off
An' my girl-friend cry
"You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin'
Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on my nose!
STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin',
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Here Fido . . . Fido . . .
Here Fido . . . bring the slippers little puppy
Yes, that's a good dog! Yes!
"Arf, arf, arf!"
[crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump]
Sick . . .
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
We have a song for you about flying saucers
This song is going to be sung for you by George
And the name of the song is Inca Roads
MONKEYTOESIS vs BROMIDROSIUS...greatest Glade-itorial contest of all time!
http://www.gibraltarinfo.gi/gibraltar-apes.aspx
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The point here is this: some things never are understood, only a nodding acquaintance is really necessary in most situations, but this is vastly interesting to climbers and it ought to be understood that not all are created more equal than others when it comes to climbing and throwing hardballs and swimming and in reaching for a brass ring on a carousel.
I'm jabbering like a macaque with a little baby...
APE INDEX Ah, at last, the seemingly fickle finger/toe of heredity
and moving over stone.
http://jfrehab.blogspot.com/2012_10_01_archive.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 24, 2014 - 01:44pm PT
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Man, go away for a couple days and then have to play catch-up.
Chunga's Revenge.
Everywhere you look, you sea Chunga, unless, of course, you're dead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 07:08pm PT
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feralfae,
Thank you for the postcard.
I had a good mail day today aside from that lovely Egyptian scene.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 09:43pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 09:55pm PT
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MRE, appreciated. Vastly. Warm fuzzied I am.
Mountains.Wind.[Click to View YouTube Video]Fragrant earth.
Christopher Viney photos in the Multicultural Arts Center, across from Middle Earth, on display for a time.
http://www.artsmerced.org/exhibits
I love photographing photographs.
This was four times as good as usual.
"ARE YOU COLOR-BLIND as well as STUPID?! That was the HAUL line, Idoit! I said pull RED!"
Yust fer YoostDerMaid, yah.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 10:54pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 11:02pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]The clouds are an illusion. No rain. No change.
Laugh. Dance. No sweat, eh?[Click to View YouTube Video]Rain rain rain.
[Click to View YouTube Video]All I recall
Of Frankie Laine personally
Is North Shore
Lake Tahoe 1950s
Had a "night club"
The folks, Boomer & Bobbye and Nana & Grandad,
Took the grandfolks' new Rambler Ambassador
To see and hear this lounge lizard.
They engaged a babysitter
who skeezed all winter
and played and sat
alternately
in the off-season.
She was named Betty.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankie_Laine
Lane changes on the Flames occur randomly.
Drive carefully and watch the "speed limit."
There is none, sorry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 11:34pm PT
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For WBraun, just because I like you and you are striggy like a frong.
For Barbarian, who is going through some attitude adjustment due to back probs. My sympathy. reedee racing looks like a gas. An electric gas, but fun is fun is fun.Back home, the paint is dryin' and no one to watch.[Click to View YouTube Video]Flat track, no air. Kinda dull fun. Like some climbs. But fun is fun is fun.
Have fun, Old Grey Beardee, no matter what.
Bored people are so sad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 26, 2014 - 08:29am PT
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He carved a block out of a block and became an Errit Badger.
The most Merit Gadgets in four days is 49 hours.
And Scout's honor, I left my cell at home.
What's a kibo?
It's my pleasure to welcome you to what may well be the best experience of your week, and I'm so glad you could attend the campfire, sponsored by
Glad Sandwich Bags (baggies, man):
by The Cream Society of Merced;
and by Martha Stewart's Living the Dream, a feature-length commercial, coming soon.
I'm Mouse, a member of the Low-Rider Patrol, Campo Quatro.
As part of my Errit Badger* series of lectures on how to grow the heck up in Merced, here is my latest offering.
I am doing this series as a public service project to enhance the Taco and to earn my Eagle Scout badge.
A little background on old Errit Badger would be in order here. Errtit slipped on Michael's Ledge and had tied in with a slip knot. We all think it might have gone down to his being in the can that day the guys tipped the kibo, but Errit was a daisy and a huckleberry, too, so...
Enjoy this Grade A Class One Family Fun Film Today in Your Home, Free.
And take that stick,
that sacred stick
in your DVD player, zBrown,
Take that stick right out of here.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Who is Mount Baden-Powell's namesake?
Y is it 4-H and where's THEIR camp?
What did you guys think of Mirror Lake? Reflect on that during the hike back to camp.
Where is the other half of yur butt?
What is Scout Juice?
Oween Wilson, farts and all.
Campfires, capers, bugle calls.
Camp Rakhouta's kibo falls.
Everyone is growing balls.
Love of nature had its roots
Back in Scouting,, we had some hoots.
We were honest, reckless youths.
Clean and revern't to our boots.
We were headed to Campo Quatro,
The Flames Patrol of the FlameDragons Troop.
We were full of energy and cum
And also had to poop.
*For the ones who'd like to dim the Flames, the word "errit" is from Basque and means "rate." As in grade. As in Eagle grade, class, rate, rank. I know some things. Keep lookin' at me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 26, 2014 - 11:12am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 26, 2014 - 11:24pm PT
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In the immortal words of JEREMY STOVER & KEITH (don't call me kBrown) BROWN
Don't let them take me to where streams are red.
I want to stay here and sleep in my own bed.
I got this thing, I've got to keep it sharp.
Don't go to places where it won't shine in the dark.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Rock & Ice Will Stand (hear those sax blowin' sharp as lightning?)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Forgive those who know not what they're doing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 27, 2014 - 12:04am PT
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One more for Skip, JustTheMaid.From Middle Earth to Canoga Park,
The little dog laughs when he should bark.
The guy's a UC dog and frankly, who knows where they get this stuff, but that's didactic learning at it's most basic. It's just as likely he got it off the internet, though. Low companions and high alcohol content.
Sunday night funnies looks pretty safe to me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 27, 2014 - 01:04am PT
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This was brought about by a missed communication, this Jonestown thing tonight,
JJthe rTist formerly known as rSin henceforth here to be known as JJ, or JJ the rTist.
"Hey!" said Carlow. "It fits. I'll wear it."
:0)
& comments appreciated now, because...you'll see: I been hearin' things.
JJ, the thing about Jonestown, simply don't try to keep up with history.
they lie (shh)
Cover-ups abound
Whirlybirds go round and round
Snooping here and blathering there
As if anyone would care
About TRUTH,
Who is indeed a sojuourner.
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Jan 27, 2014 - 01:07am PT
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Jan 27, 2014 - 01:18am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 27, 2014 - 01:22am PT
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Theirs was beige.
COOL.
Like me in 1961.I was reading, or planning on reading I Chronicles, where I found this and some old memorial cards and thank you cards.
I generally read Bobbye's Ryrie study bible, the New American Standard Translation. It has leaves to find the books, but the print's kinda small, so I took up the other, the black one.
I began reading about Altamont, not Calvary.Safer than Jonestown.
Safer than the front seat of the Rambler when I got crazy with matches out in the woods.
No, that was the blue Nash. Sorry.
"Nash, I'm Crosby. Is that your Ambassador?"
"Nope. It's m'dealer's ride."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 27, 2014 - 01:34am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Crazy Horses Lyrics
from I Can't Get There Without You
There's a message
--Floating
In the air
Crazy horses riding everywhere
It's a warning
It's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy
Horses on the run
What a show, there they go
Smoking up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they're you and I
Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Never stop and they never die
They just keep on puffin
How they multiply
Crazy horses
Will they never halt
If they keep on moving
Then it's all our fault
What a show, there they go
Smoking up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they're you and I
So take a good look around
See what they've done
What they've done
They've done, they've done
They've done, they've done
They've done, they've done
Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Songwriters
A. OSMOND/W. OSMOND/M. OSMOND
Hey, no matter what things happened at the Altamont Naked City or the JonesBonesTown site, we'll always have the music.[Click to View YouTube Video]This was bootlegged, thank the fairie queen, or someone else...
And get a groove.[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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Jan 27, 2014 - 09:45am PT
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Switch gears, not Disraeli Gears. Just move on.
From Nashville. Keith's a devoted guitarist, BTW.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'M EASY Keith Carradine (Nashville)
It's not my way to love you just when no one's looking.
It's not my way to take your hand if I'm not sure,
It's not my way to let you see what's going on inside of me,
When it's a love you'll not be needing, you're not free.
Please stop pulling at my sleeve if you're just playing,
If you'll not take the things you make me want to give,
I never cared too much for games and this one's driving me insane.
You're not half as free to wander as you claim.
I'm easy,
I'm easy.
Say the word, I'll play your game,
As though that's how it ought to be.
I'm easy.
Don't lead me on if there's nowhere for you to take me,
If loving you will have to be a sometime thing.
I can't put bars on my insides;
my love is something I can't hide
I still hurt when I recall the times I've tried.
I'm easy,
I'm easy.
Take my hand and pull me down.
I won't put up any fight, because I'm easy.
Don't do me favors, let me watch you from a distance,
Cause when you're near, it's hard for me to keep my head.
When your eyes throw light at mine, it's enough to change my mind
Make me leave my cautious ways and world behind.
I'm easy.
I'm easy.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 27, 2014 - 10:35am PT
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I do not recall this appearing in a bible of any sort.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 27, 2014 - 11:33am PT
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Dunno. Finding out sometimes isn't that much fun.
But here's what I found this morning from the Moussolooney Balcony.That's the snug, the blind, the hide, the most invisible spot from where to shoot pigeons, orbs, wasps, and flying objects, skating skaters, and who knows, maybe a president someday.
"Jim Carey to visit Middle Earth...Summit with the Flames."
You can't see the summit tiles until you stand on the balcony. Too precarey-ous with no belay. Sorry. I'm a timid toproper.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Jan 27, 2014 - 12:18pm PT
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Mouse, I was at the Huntington Library yesterday and I saw this pic and note
from one of yer fellow Valley flamers.
I made 'em an offer but they got all huffy.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 27, 2014 - 04:59pm PT
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hey there say, ... mouse, neat building building pics...
:)
and reilly, neat frog share, gets a mark, in the ol' score of
interesting info... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 27, 2014 - 06:21pm PT
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There may be people that can translate better than I can, but I am not acquainted with them.
Mark Twain said that.
I'll let you be in Mouse's thread(s), if you'll promise to dry clean them before bringing them all back home.
That is both old and new, a "chestnut" and "not a chestnut"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 27, 2014 - 10:18pm PT
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Was Crazy Horse?
1) Crazy
2) Never photographed
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 28, 2014 - 01:41am PT
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mouse, neat building building pics...
The rest are chopped liver, I know...
I try.
T Hocking, a reply is in the ether, as I type.One of my wives accompanied me to the pub tonight and we drank from The Abyss by Deschutes.
Deep. Two glasses deep, Reilly.
Too bad Gene wasn't around. Where TF are you, G?
Tad, me and my two friends are eager to hear "the decision."
I hope it's okay to hope for a go.
Me and my two friends want "to know."
Enlighten us. I've e dash mailed you.Hi, Mo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 28, 2014 - 03:46am PT
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Let's get things started.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Can you match this?I wooden bet on it.I ran into another tiger tonight. By the name of Dwyer.
He isn't related to the Susan who used to work at/fun-run the used bookstore when I was there. But he knows them.
He's a rodeo announcer who was in the BS Computer store dealing with Kevin, the sponsor-in-the-main of our local Art Hop.
Kevin knew Susan. He worked at their holding down off 99 when he was in high school, haying or spraying, whatever they do on farms...
Stupid.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Happy Super Bore Sunday. I hope that I'll be watching it with Irene, and if not, then in the Mountain Room Bar. WTF.
I have no TV. It's why I'm here so much.
I love you. Good night.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 28, 2014 - 10:23am PT
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To get back on topic, which if I am not mistaken is carz and carz clubs. When I was growing up in CV (no comments like, when are you gonna finish?) there was the smallest carz club around (3 members - 55, 56, 57). The name?
The Nomads, obviously. As to the other, I am 1/2 Finnish.
For the contest, name the three owners. Extra credit if you can match the names of with the carz.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 28, 2014 - 10:57am PT
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Good to see that you're getting the club sign down, Mousie.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 28, 2014 - 11:26am PT
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My Flame short...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 29, 2014 - 08:33am PT
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Si, mon.
I was nearly "finished."
I only had to post these pages.
Jones and I arrived at Altamont on Friday, delivered from the clutches of a '56 Chevy, yellow, whose driver knew the backroads, namely Altamont Pass Rd. and N. Midway Rd. He delivered us to a scene lit by flames, fueled by Red Mountain leading the way, followed by copious other anti-inhibitional substances.
But Steve tells the story well, much better than the one who was there, because Steve bothered to work at gathering together so many different viewpoints. It's all connected. You'll see. Enjoy.
Then we can worry about Al Davis and his old Raiders, the Madden teams, MY OLD TEAM.
Whew!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 29, 2014 - 04:09pm PT
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I see it clearly now, but from a different point of view..
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 29, 2014 - 07:40pm PT
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Ai-yi-yi!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 29, 2014 - 08:02pm PT
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The view from Potato Chip Rock in Poway. I have no idea who is standing there. I wonder if it could be the mysterious Mr. Potato Chip Head.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2014 - 12:53am PT
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Poway?Otay.
If you say.
I knew Walt Frago. He went to school with my brother Mike.
The Newhall Massacre.
The Newhall massacre or the Newhall Incident was a shootout between two heavily armed criminals and officers of the California Highway Patrol (CHP) in the Newhall unincorporated area of Los Angeles County, California on April 6, 1970. In less than 5 minutes, four CHP officers were killed in what was at the time the deadliest day in the history of California law enforcement.[1]
At approximately 11:55 p.m. (UTC-8), CHP officers Walt Frago and Roger Gore conducted a traffic stop of Bobby Davis and Jack Twinning in conjunction with an incident involving the pair that had been reported to the CHP minutes earlier. After stopping in a restaurant parking lot and initially cooperating with the officers, Twinning and Davis opened fire and killed both officers. Minutes later, Officers George Alleyn and James Pence arrived on the scene and engaged Twinning and Davis in a shootout. A passerby picked up one of the officers' weapons and opened fire on the perpetrators; however, the three were outgunned and both Alleyn and Pence suffered fatal injuries while the passerby ran out of ammunition and took cover in a ditch. A third CHP patrol car arrived on the scene and the lone officer inside briefly exchanged gunfire with the perpetrators, but they were able to flee the scene.
Over three hours later, Davis stole a vehicle after exchanging gunfire with its owner. He attempted to flee the area; however, he was spotted by police and arrested. Meanwhile, Twinning broke into a house and took one of its occupants hostage. The house was surrounded by deputies of the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department and at approximately 9:00 a.m., he released the hostage and committed suicide when the deputies entered the house. Davis was sentenced to death but had his sentence commuted to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole in 1973. He killed himself[2] at Kern Valley State Prison in 2009.
The Newhall massacre resulted in a number of changes at the CHP, including procedural changes in arresting high risk suspects and standardization of firearms and firearms training used across the department.--Wikipedia
Walt has controlling interest in this pair, not the pair who are rumored to be breaking up over goofy mistakes that Minnie made or may not have made. Again.Variety is the price of life.
And death.zBrown is my friend, I'm proud to utter.
A stand-up guy, another old nutter.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2014 - 02:11am PT
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Nomadder what happens, the beat goes on.[Click to View YouTube Video]Mice still keep marchin' up the street, down the street, missing your beat, feeling to his own Wich thwobbing.
La di dah dee-dee.
You'd like to think they're in a maze,
They're just in a druggy haze.
Let's stop at "The Maze" (a real drug store on Main in the sixties).
They're so far from straight it can't be just a sudden phase.
La di dah dee-dah.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2014 - 09:06am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2014 - 10:50am PT
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A ways from Poway, but the North Hollywood Bank Shootout was another stunning gun (stun gun you say?)battle. Tons of Youtube on this one. Here's a sample, if you're into firearms.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2014 - 11:32am PT
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This is not a debate on firearms but the history class for those who would like to keep dogging the issue till it's a dead dog.
Why not just shoot it now, befo' he run, Dawg?
Blood for brea'fas' no good fo' ya, 'dead or alive.'
GOT TA have my cookies and pudding!
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One hole in the cookie?
Must've been a richochet...
Nobody hurt in the filming of this wonderful, wonderful story.
It's Belle the Kitty.I removed my eyes' glass for ONE MINUTE and an OWL, another accursed night hunter, moves in! Jeeper creepers!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2014 - 12:27pm PT
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Some coincidence. My friend on the ST adds an owl to my sister's collection. If we ever get out of court, I'm gonna have to hitchhike up there to Merced to see it and actually meet someone on the old ST.
Is it near Argentina?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2014 - 06:57pm PT
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badmanBrown ? probably off standing in the corner
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A fantastic collection of clamps to win friends and influence your uncle.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2014 - 04:02pm PT
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Brother. Uncle. Brother. Uncle.
I gave up at the office.
Vern is no longer employed by the Tioga Management team. He is now just a tenant. They left for Santa Cruz this morning.
I'm reading all day.
No. 1 Thumb Mountain Road by Hoh No Spocks.
Interesting man, that guy in the Morrison T-Shirt. We met up at the Partisan last night. He is named Eric, he bought me a PBR and we and another of his friends went and toured the Tioga, had a safety meeting on the Moussolini Balcony, and then retreated in the teeth of a cold wind.
It was a good day for clouds here.
I'm getting back on mine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2014 - 04:33pm PT
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Pay your deductible and all will go flowingly.Let us leave.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2014 - 07:18pm PT
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Get outa town, Mouse.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Can't go, too ill.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Every time I do these I wheeze.
I simply can't just do as I please.
I'm on my heels and on my knees.
The bang's all here. I'm not very well, though.
I've explained my asthma. It's an ER doc's decision the problem with my breath is not an allergy to mold, like my VA doc opined and won't change his mind.
I'm stuck with COPD, I guess. I've got to start the road back today with kind thanks to T Hocking and neebee. You were the only ones to know of the visit to the hospital (seven hours). Thanks for not mentioning it to anyone.
It's only been two days and I'm taking steroids (pred) and had a lung infection so am on an antibiotic as well. My Mickey Mouse Club lunchbox of pills is mostly full now. Nine scrips, I think.
I was wanting to go to the Valley to see the weather yesterday. Instead I got to drink my ass off thinking how much time I've got left, all that inspiring stuff, guaranteed to bore everyone else to tears.
JJ has it right. Dump the stuff. Don't really expect anything after the lights are off. Why ruin the surprise? It took your whole life, man, to get this far.
Thoughts of self-doubt and erasure crossed my mind briefly, but that will never happen unless I'm maybe caught in a raging inFresno.
Bar thought: God is a mercenary, not a Jew, an Anabaptist, a Christer, nor a Catholic boy. He's gonna charge you at the gate, twenty bucks. You get to stay in any campground for as long as you wish. Or you can leave and go to Fresno or to Mammoth and come back at no charge once a year to see how they're dividing your assets. God knows we need twenty in our wallet at all times. He knows. We just gotta be prepared with that Andy under the driver's license. But how to take it with you, that is the question. The one Shakespeare dodged.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2014 - 07:42pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, however IF you had been stuck in the hospital a long time, of course, we then would have shared:
we just learned after the fact:
no one should be alone in the hospital, :(
say, my daddy started having lung trouble and not breathing well, it started with a dry cough... turned out he had scars on his lungs...
pulmonary fibrosis, they said...
he never smoked and only had a drink of wine or beer with supper, no hard stuff... :
but--there is a list of things that can cause it...
asbestos... (don't know if he was ever around that?)
and, some mediations...
i even saw that ONE (one and only, ? or just one of ?) the arrhythmia
medication CAN cause that :O and--he was taking something (don't know if it was the same medication or or not) for years, for that arrhythmia, :O
then, about four other medications, as well, can cause that, :O
and something about the fake butter flavoring in microwave popcorn...
(were even calling it 'popcorn' lung, i think it said?)
ohhh my, :O
say, keep those lungs as well as you can...
and say:
keep your household treasure, too, for a bit...
god gives them to you, as a hug and to let you know you are loved by folks as these are 'around the house hugs'...
things work out, where all these things should end up...
get rid of the 'pack rat' stuff, is usually the best thing...
:)
keep your mouse who you are, stuff, :)
the //rats/rests//, can go, ;))
say:
actually though... many folks HAVE found... it is nicer that folks
leave behind 'who they were' it give others the chance to see
'who' their loved ones WERE in the home-where-they-live...
it cause 'good past memories' to be highlighted and remembered,
when folks go through these 'parts of you' that are left behind,
sure--it is a big chore, but IF the loved ones were a special part
of someone's life:
this chore will touch there heart in new ways, for the long hard haul of
life without that person...
see? and--something may have gotten thrown out, too early:
something that would be a treasure for someone, in this 'chore'
that they go through...
i think feralfae, would understand too, right iloilo?
it is hard, and we may cry--but our hearts are touched deeply
as we move through 'the trail footprints' of our beloved, and it
makes us TWICE as glad, that we knew them...
and enjoy 'these things' with them...
i need to remember that, too, when i am tempted to get rid of too much,
so i can live simple... the grandkids ARE still here, though i do not see them much--and somethings here, can still touch them, after i am gone...
if nothing is left here, then, no footprints or less of them, will remind
them of my love that we shared here, or 'who' i was...
the inner heart treasure, will still be there, but for some, it fades without the trail markers and gets hazy... especially if they are youth...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bless these thoughts, Lord.
Our lives mean only one thing, a means.
Good, bad, our choice.
Nasty, sad, your voice.
Joyful, glad-to-have-been-here,
"Hey say I've been there."
And this is what to do
If you don't mind a thought or two...
Maybe a surprise in the finding, too.
Arghh, maties. Death is a treasure chest of memories.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oops, my badulpa. I thought this was the FNPWD thread.
Gamerz. They pay to belong to this arcane way of life!
Silver spooners only, no dirtbags need apply.
For those too dimly lit to realize this following bit is parody, hey, it's that very same, or intended to be so. Thanky.
What would YOU do if Dewars wanted to do you or one of your lame relatives in a "Profile?" I'd likely try something like this to impress the reader.
I wouldn't get paid, but might the hell get laid.
Dewar’s Profiles in Discourage NO. 009
Archived.
Name: Joe, an itinerant who climbs, skis, races dogsleds as a substitute, had an affair with a husky, lost the gig, ended up in Camp 4. Last name could be Faint, Fitschen, Blow, Klutz, they are all the damn same, season after season.
There are thirteen hundred thousand stories so far in the archives of the Naked Campground, and we need more. Send ‘em in.
Home: Lonelyville.
Age: 30.
Profession: Gentleman of leisure. (Jerk can’t locate work—dirtbag.)
Drink of choice: Absinthe and Prozac. (Red Mountain, Vino de Tavola, Old Kletterschehe...meh.)
Most memorable book: Scotch Rite Treemasonry Illustrated. (Roper II, the Greenie.)
(Interestingly, I recall reading this first book, which was about
an angry young bearded Scotsman from the Midwest named Jack, but it may have been
otherwise, since it was a long time back, if ever it happened. Never relied on a word of the second title.)
Favorite pick-up line: “Do you go with the flow?”
Most ineffective pick-up line: “Whoa! Doggies!”
Funniest put-down: “I’m not the dog-walker, dude. I’m jus’ th’ maid. Got a light, ass-bite?”
Yew f*#kers which/who might/would kick a fuss if I were to offer ya a Rolling Rock in my home?
From one dirge-bragger to another, yer full of it if ya do and yer gunna die from alcohol poisoning.
You’d love one from the cooler on a hot day after a climb, though. I know. I’m not a fool.
I’ve had one Fireball, one real good Tanilla the Porter from Knee Deep.
I’ve drunk up four glasses of Angry Orchard on tap, mmmm....good.
And I even found a Rolling Rock in the fridge when I got home.
I ate a big bowl of Reinero’s clam chowder, best ever. Spicy.
It’s still Friday far out in the ocean west of here.
I did go do a climb when inebriated tonight.
I am no slacker when I feel good, and steroids help the booze.
I may be boasting
But I am just posting
Drunk on a Friday night.
The climb occurred on the spur
Of the momentous corner
Of the place
Where I first was employed:
The Valley Stationers
Shaffer Bldg.
M and Main
Merced.
It was so damn fine
I saw a line
An open book
But I still took
The time to scope it more.
Another way geckoed,
It really echoed
Over the traffic's roar
Out on the face
Go at a slow pace
With a shifty-nifty layback there,
then a little up and a bit more left
Then another slow step...
And then I’ll need no more.
Who needs books anyway?
Not I, I said,
It's mine, it's led.
I did not linger
I licked no finger
And at that thing I tore.
Before I knew it
I had do it--
I’d climbed to the top of the store.
I tagged the ledge
Crept back down edge by edge
Cleverly laying back
To look at the sky,
O my O my
Is my reply
To this humble
Yet very grand try.
I want to thank the man who made this possible,
Who helped to state my self-worth
On God’s good earth
A small enough feather
And in dead calm weather
It stands out like a sore thumb in my blind mouse eye.
Over the Transom
If a fly can climb so well
Then why in the hell
Can’t I fly?
I used to climb
pretty good.
Understood?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I couldn't lift you. ARE YOU CRAZY?
I'd try, though, if you ever did need a real lift, not a fake wrestling move that looks great for the camera.
We need a new buddy pic big time.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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My mom's COPD was quite clearly brought on by years of cigarette smoking. It was way glamorous back in the old days. She eventually quit, but the damage was done.
Those inhalers (I have to look up the names) actually seemed to help her breathing quite a bit.
It's not comforting when the doctors can't agree. Really annoying is when the heart guy says what are you here for, you've got lung problems and vice versa.
Get a third opinion? Did you smoke? Well, we all know you were smokin', but did you actually inhale?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... oh my...
remember me, dial up? ;)
hope you were just teasing about this, after i shared about the
really NEAT--yep, really neat building pics:
The rest are chopped liver, I know...
I try.
:)
i really just can't see the pics here... some show and some don't...
or say:
did you actually have a nice plate of chopped liver there?
my cats love chopped chicken liver and it is very cheap, :)
say, also, i ACTUALLY HAVE A CAR post...
for you... and a question...
will post it later, when i can scan it...
thought you all would enjoy, it...
an old timer, it is, :)
ooops, edit:
forgot... my mom and i love old buildings... especially barns, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hiya, and yep, it was a joke, and no, I have no liver, just some CARboNARa sauce.
I used to work at the RED BARN in El Cerrito, cooking chicken and flipping burgers for the Big Barneys.
I may have to look in my Binders of Barn Doors and Hay Lofts.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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MOUSE!!!!! If I have to haul my a&& across the country and kick yours, I will. You can be damn sure about that. I have to read about you being in the hospital here? OOOOOO! I could just stomp my foot.
Consider this a good cyber shake of your shoulders and a bucket of cold water over your head.
"But I'm not dead yet!"
Your radical turn-about in so many of aspects of your life this past year is nothing short of remarkable. I am so happy that you've been out and about, doing what you love...back in the mix...don't let the bastards (I mean doctors) get you down. You gotta FIGHT!!!
Kick something. Get mad. Then get back about your business being the wonderful person that you are. The muppet is looking forward to seeing you in September!
Do we understand each other?
XOXOXO
Aud
P.S. Lay off the alcohol until you're done with your antiBs so they can do their thing. Off soapbox.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yes, Auntie. That's a long reach to this morning, when I have just taken my last AB. TOO LATE! IT's TOO LATE BABY. JIM CROCE DIED IN ORLANDO AT DAWN.
Tell THE little miss C that THE MFM wants to hug her hard and say
"Welcome back to Californ-eye-yay
And to Yosemitay.
I Can't wait to play!
Your are now ON BELAY."
The little mouse laughed, you bet, to see such a show of affection.
As for you, you child of the seventies, what year did this all start, this power-trippin' on yer elders?
Jeez, Edith...
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The night Dixie drove down was the night gypsies, tramps and thieves, acting all sweet and innocent, like Donny Osmond, say, pulled their love out and if you could read my mind (it don't come easy) the sweet city woman, if not for you, would tell me that you are knocking Maggie May.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As if enough isn't a lot.
On or offs my head
I'm usually not in my bed
But out and about
I need to relax
So as soon as I gets backs
From the Bistro After Five
I gots ta put up with this JIVE!!!!
The left channel on these old speakers just the hell stopped and now I must use this as an excuse to go to the mall or Walmart today and find a new pair.
It's like Tad said once
His and my and now our little joke
Tad spoke
Mo' money is always nice,
Mr. Mice,
But only Mo is always nice to me
Even when I blunder
And so is it any wonder that when I'm away
It's really not to say
Something inappropriate here
So shut the heck up
And take yer Auntie's Biotic skill
Realize yer not over the hill
But still
She's a woman
A deductively, secuctively Purplebee Woman, fer sure,
But she's automatically RIGHT!
So much on my head,
But still I have no helmet.
What, oh what, I wonder, Helmut,
Will my dear young Aunt eSay say there, eh?
Well, if he were an eSay
and u, say, were a norski
the way to the sauerkraut
lies over the yawn wall in Germany, Bill
No, dear know-it-all, not that Bill.! Hah! GOTTCHAH!
--such sport the little dog laughs and morphs into a white husky bitch--
Bill Germany, MGR. Yosemite Lodge, YP&CCMFR, 1968 era
NUMBER TEN in the Mountain Magazine Mountain Moguls contest, early seventies. Grossman never heard of that series of Ken Wilson non-issues with which he was not informed of by the various pack of loser dirtbags reporting back in sporadic bits here and there and you never knew back then who would be next in the Camp 4/YV mix of reportage that appeared in the front of the mag, meaning innuendo was out, fun reminiscences, right out, we're only interested in hard climbing and it has to be new and it would help to know who the hell this guy is this month.
Nawmean?[Click to View YouTube Video]"D'You Know What I Mean?"
Fer sure, Reilley don't know. He can't spell his own name reight and never uses his rSytax correctly.
DUMBER than STupid over there. Wake up & go to bed, T Hocking. It's all about purity of the tent, right. That's right, Tad.
Say Good Night, DWAIN, wherever you are.
G'night, Scully. I should never publish that Facelife fauxto. It's not you. You were never there, and that wasn't John Boy tucking you into Afghanistan, that was the USMC. They need a few good men like you, my brother. I'm glad you have lived thru that nightmare.
As for you, Bill Germany, I love that you were still around in the DELUGES, during The HUNDRED YEARS FLOOD.
Irritating as it is to Think I'm NOT ANY Different From You, which is herewith shown, after having reviled you and Curry for all these years stretching back to the late sixties when you managed the Lodge and NOBODY likes the Lodge Manager is rule number one in the coffee shop then,
pause for breath, puff, wheeze...
it's nice to know and to be able to report that you responded the way that you did in the disaster.
So, thanks. If you are still kickin' and maybe kickin' it, my question is this:
"Where have all the old Curry execs and officials gone and who besides me cares?"
The LA Times?
http://articles.latimes.com/1997-01-18/news/mn-19902_1_yosemite-village/3
"If you're thinking about this event as some kind of John Muir deal where blessed solitude finally returns to Yosemite, forget it," said Bill Germany, director of hospitality under Fraker. "What it was really like was standing in two feet of freezing water full of raw sewage in 35-degree temperatures filling sandbags all night long."
Nearly 1,000 people, from ski instructors to store clerks, have been laid off. At least 300 lost their household possessions to the rising waters. Yosemite Concession Services says it is losing nearly $150,000 in gross revenue each day the park is closed. For surrounding communities, the losses quickly mount into the millions.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Millions of stories in the Naked Campground.
Then the dawn.
Some are not really naked, but hiding out there still.
The Flames needs some good stories in here about trips through the valley to Yosemite. One or two epics, like, some story about trying to hitch to the Ditch, dig?
"Kerouackina", darling, there I said it. Happy? I love you, wherever you are.
Sorry about the roll of Charmin.My ramblin' girl, her latest offering is How to Act Like Your Favorite Author, is being edited right now and maybe they's gonna realize who the real Road Righter really is and why the sun's gonna shine in my Back Door to Bakersfield guide book series--thre is a lot there, mostly space, but a lot, too, too!
She's so excited. I know I like it.
Here, not there, in semi-symbolic form and by doubling the exposure, are those who fear fear in the present day and have no fear of the past because it is past and shouldn't come back to haunt you but it always seems to now donut?
"If I had a hammer, I'd break the looking glass, Sunshine, softly I would turn and beat it till it's dead, splintered into a thousand tales of Fresno nights and DAYS spent trying to get out of Paradise, aka Bumvuck Camp."--a lady ranger who took some kool-aid one day and became temporarily disoriented, shall I say, not realizing, U NO...
Maia was a maniac,
Gaia was a gargoil
They began to wrestle
In front of Minnie Pearl
The hits kept coming and she started humming
And came up with a country western song
She took it all the way to Bakersfield
Made some money, blew it,
Came back to dirtbag in Camp 4
Her name was not Susan,
but it's a good name
and more Susans are present here than is normal there in SCGoatLandia.
So what's new with you, Sue?
Somethin' I'd really like to do
Hit you with my rhyming stick
Right between your Betty Davis eyes
Which might elicit dull surprise
Eric, I'm takin' care of you soon, with my Super Bowl winnings on my outrageous bets. So...
It's nearly time to say good night. But today is not the day to sleep.
And I need to get on the way to Walmart. It's a long walk.
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"Here Comes the Sun" is one of Harrison's best-known Beatles contributions alongside "Something" and "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". The year 1969 was difficult for Harrison: he had quit the band temporarily, he was arrested for marijuana possession, and he had his tonsils removed.
Harrison stated in his autobiography, I, Me, Mine:
"Here Comes the Sun" was written at the time when Apple was getting like school, where we had to go and be businessmen: 'Sign this' and 'sign that'. Anyway, it seems as if winter in England goes on forever, by the time spring comes you really deserve it. So one day I decided I was going to sag off Apple and I went over to Eric Clapton's house. The relief of not having to go see all those dopey accountants was wonderful, and I walked around the garden with one of Eric's acoustic guitars and wrote "Here Comes the Sun".--Wikipedia
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How to dress like your temporarily-favourite author, Lyon Eisley.Ne'er known to have drinked up and driven,
Always known for his scriving and jiving.when all drunks are dead, all will be dead drunk danes
--Mistah Cholly Choss of Osselough
http://www.eskimo.com/~recall/bleed/0115.htm
That's right. Walmart. Open. Open. Open.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Please do the same, on yer game early, I'm out the door surely.
Drink my coffee, scratch my head. Find a bus, not into bed.
Manning BATTLE STATIONS.
New Jersey Attacked Again!
Heavy bombers dropped tons of H.E. on outer Baltimore Harbor, this morning...They are reported to be Japanese Beatle imitations. 'the needle done damage. u owe me punk.'--bookowlski
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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I guess alot of this all goes back to that fateful meeting (of the minds) at The Partisan.
So anyway, looking back - though some advise not to.
It has recently come to my attention (achtung!) that in addition to having a friend who goes by "mouse of merced" (yeah, I know I skipped a verse), I in fact went to school with Jose Jiminez. I actually went to school with all these young dudes, but hell, how many of them became astronauts. Did I?
The mouse doesn't make an appearance till 4:38, feel free to FF.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Once in a while you gotta sum up ST:
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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Just protecting my assets, Mouse. Yer one of 'em. Put 'cher hackles down. Sheesh.
Not for nothing, but I'd expect no less than the same threatened bucket of cold water and a&& kicking from you.
Lest you forget, I have no concept of time. Or age. Or direction. But I do have a keen emotional sense, and correct me if I'm WRONG, but your shoulders needed a good shake! You scared me!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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That about sums it up Marlow.
Reporting from Kurrikka and Jalasjärvi.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, lilabiene... he just about scared me too,
good for you! mice need the ol' fresh breeze shaken into their nest:
good stimulation...
:)
you got him in the more physical shout-the-battle-cry... and i emailed
him, with the push of a spiritual-battle-cry... so there now:
mouse is covered by all bases:
the homefront: desire, start to first base
first base: the doc's meds
second base and third base: me or you, not sure waved him in to which one
homerun: the open door--and mouse will 'run some more'...
need some homers, mouse... ;)
each point and each day, adds up a great score for all of us that love you!
little muppet kids and neices, double the score, too, :)
sending out a small thank you note, tomorrow, :)
happy good eve... i MUST reach some more chore goals, here t'home...
man oh man:
try saying THAT fast, a few times in a row :O
'chore goals'
hmmm, does it turn into 'gerbils' then? :O
ohmy, i got enough critters here,as it is...
or--perhaps it turns into 'chuckles'... we DO need some laughs, where
chores are concerned, good attitudes = chores well done...
and:
before you think it --no no no, we do not want gerbils well-done, ;)
(as in, too much sun)...
now, chuck'holes, well done, ARE okay, perhaps...
why, the ol' GERBIL will be glad for it, LONG as it is in a
DIRT ROAD mind you--he MUST get a chance to TUNNEL for safe lodgings
and shade...
as, MADE IT! ... or--has it MADE IN THE SHADE... ;)
now, HMM, where was i??
oh yeah, chore-goals... ;)
okay, THAT ought to keep you busy for a while...
see you all later, :)
edit:
oh my... side tracked:
chor-goals, again:
charcoals... say, is it time to grill chicken livers, perhaps...
(i think first chore, is--i better feed the cats and pupdog)
oh my...
ps:
oh--still got a neat car to show here, soon, for the flames,
don't know the name of it, but you all will know... :)
edit:
as to this audry! yes!
Your radical turn-about in so many of aspects of your life this past year is nothing short of remarkable. I am so happy that you've been out and about, doing what you love...back in the mix...don't let the bastards (I mean doctors) get you down. You gotta FIGHT!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was a participant.
Jose was a participant.
We were just two of the participants.
And, truthfully, we all wore underpants.
I was underage, yet in spite of that, I was an officer.
I was Capt. Underpants.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shogun.Showed up. Sho 'nuf.
Mamma Mathis had heart problems, surgery, much better.
We hung out on the Moussolini balcony, he had to play Hitler.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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School's out for spring. Let's go climb somethin.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apparently no scores were kept in the great bowl off?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moosie bought me a brew at the Facelift in South October. Thanks. But... I must take issue here, editorially, with Mr. Moosedrool.
Andrezej sez, in the appreciation thread for Mr. this just in that he is figuratively buying him a round of beer, and the one he apparently suggests is this horrible-tasting bile-icious brew that makes me want to spew.
I had one half of one glass,
Asked the tapster for an Angry Orchard
Felt my poor old tongue had been tortured.
How can you think
Anyone would drink
Lagunnadie-tas?
I'm just askin,
I'm not sayin,
I'm just prayin
that this just in
don't drink that sin
of a brew from the toilet.
I hate to think what "the little something extra" might be.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bowl-offs? Bowl-offs?
I sat at the end of the bar in Reinero's on Sunday for the game. I had it all to myself just before the game started, when in walked a bearded man my age, dressed casually, and a younger man accompanied him.
The other end was local white ranchers, clustered.
The center of the bar and the wall of small tables formed an alley that led back to the restaurant and it was packed with Mexican low-riders on a party-down and fiesta con cerveza. James, el Jefe, a stylish youn gent, bought me a beer much later, which cheered me up when the Broncos took the loss. Thanks, Jaime.
As to the two gents who parked themselves next to me, it took me a bit of eavesdropping to learn it was my old swimming team mate, Bill Halpin, the dude who got tossed for long hair in '66 but came back to help the Merced Bears team to a two-way tie in the post-season swimming contests up and down the Valley.
Bill is a father of four, has had a successful career as a women's water polo coach, HS & JC level, as well as a splendid career as a backstroke specialist.
--PATRICK SAWYER HE AND THE ACCLAIMED COACH FROM ACALANES HS WERE BEST FRIENDS back in their day BTW.
He laid out proposition bets that he was explaining to his son-in-law, named Ryan, and it was an interesting way to bet. Not the outcome of the game, but lots of silly side bets can add up quick if you are right.
The coin toss. We called it. Everyone was aware of his luck shortly, as well, when the first pass by Manning was a completion. Bill was two hundred ahead in minutes. He had bet three times before in the past on the coin toss, losing each one. Vindication, out of the hole, so to speak, because he had bet also on the likelihood of Peyton's team being behind by at least two points at the half. The safety on the first play was like candy for him.
Bill could not lose. He won every single bet.
We had not met since I left high school except for the odd hello there around town and in the bookstore. It was real pleasant to have made this connection.
It's very odd, too, that it came on the day following my first effort at participation in city government.
I attended this meeting on Saturday a.m. at City Hall, across from the Tioga. I figured that since my fellow art lover, Kevin, who pushes the Merced Art Hop and runs the BS Computer shop, recommended I attend, that I would. It opened my eyes.
I had friends here. There was Peter, who failed in his recent bid for election to the council. There was Tony Dossetti, former C of the Merced Police, and his new counterpart, Chief Andrade, who I met for the first time. And Cliff, the owner of the building which houses the used bookstore where I worked and both he and Peter were members of my Explorer Post 98, the Miscreance Squad, made up of Poswhats, NSRA, the Poontangers, and the Key Club clique from North Campus. A number of others said hello to me. They have seen me dogging them on the street at parades, gatherings, and just having a conversation at Coffee Bandits.
The items on the agenda concerned growth and traffic and who gets funding and lots of things germane to running a mid-sized town with a moderate budget.
It seems that I need to become more involved here in Merced. I like the place and am settled in. I'm going nowhere else to live.
It was a very good week, all in all.
In fact, the whole month was good.
All is well, I'm happy as hell, even glad, to be sick, because I'm still alive.
In the end, it's all you need. Love is a big bonus. Thanks to my friends.
And the community who has taught me to help love myself.
Serious as a heart attack,
Mouse, wherever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I know it's not a moose, it's not a mouse, it's a selfie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Saturday morning's meeting at city hall.There are seven million sawbucks in the City Pocket. This is the way we decide how many of them to spend on what. It's fascinating, and it is tedious, but someone needs to do it.
Donuts and coffee are nice, but the table was loaded with all kinds of goodies. I'm coming to the next $$ planning meeting, too!
Cookies for free, who could want more?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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From January of last year:
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2013/01/15/2757882/downtown-business-booming-in-merced.html
It was an especially good night the other night when I went into the Bistro after having stayed out of there for about four long months. It is one of the best places to get friendly service and good atmosphere and good wines, even if it costs some. Live well or not, you do what pleases you, you're a human with needs--it's terrible having to eat alone if you don't need to, but that's the way my life has headed, and there is no need to worry. I get around.
But I had a bit of a run-in with one owner of the four who partnered in this restaurant. He did me a disservice and I have held it against him, only hurting myself.
I spoke to his partner, the Chef, and Robert laid it out. The partnership is now just he and Mark, the one who dogged me last summer, he told me. I know no specifics, just that Carina and her brother-in-law are now out of it. Carina was especially nice to me. Sorry.
Anyhow, the thing is that I really don't have a gripe, just hurt feelings and they are mollified now, so it's cool. I did the right thing because I had absolutely one of the best steaks I've ever had there the night after I had the talk with Robert.
It's up to us to create our happiness. Nobody will do it for you.
Though lately I've found that friends have that knack. That's why they are friends.
I wish to figuratively gift you with the single best bottle of wine I ever had, purchased from the 17th St. Public House and just finished the other day when Peyton lost.
Drink life to the lees.
Or if you prefer a robust stout, here, try a bottle of this on me.
Gene, what's up, bud?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm outta here for a day trip to the Park, the Ditch, the Valley, the Bitch.
Sheeit, shee's callin' my name and I'm seriously sweating.
My name is Mrs. Joe DiMaggio.
My name is Mrs. Joe DiMaggio.
[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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Peace, and out the door.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
thank you!
here, folks, is a NEW way to keep coffee hot...
;)
set it on really neat hot-chili, :)
well, if not hot, will keep in EASY to spot, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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my friend, Mouse!
We had to hot-wire 'em just like everybody else.
Except for the group that would sneak onto the car lots and grab some keys and take them over to the Sprouse-Reitz Five and Dime and make duplicate keys.
Then come back in the middle of the night and have the use of various T-Birds and Corvettes for speed runs on the Silver Strand. Carz Clubbing at it's finest. Still, we didn't go as fast as McKinney.
Eventually everybody got caught and let off for time well-served and showing good initiative. I think everybody was wearing suede and alligator shoes with huge horse-shoe taps. Must be how folks got recorded in the old days.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Uh, isn't this an alcohol-free zone.
Moose turd pie? Who knows? It's good though!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm real GOOD.
I'm not searching for a "reason."
4 Dimensions.
Maybe.
Quickeen quien, moonbeam, SR. Senor Chappie?
Please, we've not met, Senor.
My condolence on the plight of your father.
If it means anything, I kinda know what you might be realizing.
So I just wanna say,
"Otay."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What neat phrases to describe lunar phases.
Sam y Jeysus,
Try and get oloose,
First boats on Sunnyngside, Rattlesnide hide...
Don't ming dyin', I'm just twenty-one and die don't give me the Moose.
Pretty good rock n' roll, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Home t'again.
Holmes t'again, call me the pinkg pig.
Holmes, againt, Holmes, the phrasing called "a-gang & y ging."
Diggerty dig.
GRASS TACKS.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Speaking of Gandy Dancers, some folks actually work for a living.
For home use only, don't go bandying this around in public - or else.
Warning: gratuitous spider web shot @3:35. Rumoured to be where Koerner picked up his moniker.
[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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Intermission.
5.9, let's go to the Coffee Shop.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]If I had my MP3 thru forty-seven miles of bob wire, this is the stuff I'd be listening to. To which I would be grazing my eyes on the pastures of heaven, paradise, the ditch.[Click to View YouTube Video]
It is IN THE INTEREST of you aesthetes to observe the severity of the drought as interpreted in Browns, Greys, and Greens. These schemes mean dreams of water, light, and power.
And flying, climbing, and dancing.
It was all mine, and people that I met were glad to share their wear and tear in lifetimes live here in hearing distance of God's deep voices.
I was happy trailin' it with God's music playing in my head. Witchy tai tow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Huel de Merced, my friend.
A rather half-hearted whack at the club sign.
"when questioned who had sent for him
he answered with his thumb ..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At the Ahwahnee.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How many Indians will fit in this thing?
U know I don't care.
Sometimes the bear eats your shoots and you're up the creek.
Thank you, Amyjo!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have many stories that were told to me. Be patient. This was a trip of a lifetime, in many ways, and a potential watershed, depending on a few million words about life in the Naked Campground.
And, fer sure, the creek's not rising, so we got lots of time.
And I'm not just sitting here while the sun's still shining, back door, front door, they both lead ANYWHERE but here.
Julia's new place in the Visitors' Center is no more than what her people lived in their whole lives. Why should she concern herself by demanding more from them? She has a doctorate, is more understanding of things than Lucy from Peanuts, her daughter notwithstanding, brilliant in her own write, and now currently teaching skeezing an living in June, but the snow better come soon.
I early-on met up with Chickenskinner's neighbor and former employer,
a bus drover named not Grover but Sam and he took me all over,
to the Ahwahnee and back to the Village,
later on for my dodge into the newly renovated Ahwahnichi Lodge belonging to Doc Parker.
I looked in at Degnans's and decided to pillage
a Half Dome,
lunchwise,
and ran smack into a party of one little Indian gal from the Coast
and had the nicest little interview.
We're talking interested, interested, interested.
Here I am inserted.
She charms. She beguiles. Old mouse beams his smiles.
Chuckah! That's the word! Mouse-proven.
We find common in the fact she lives with stuff just to hand in that little lodge.
My place it practically is the same. I long-lean to fetch, a drink from the fridge is right there, and the bathroom's a lot closer, but she is as happy as a mouse in it's nest. Who could of asked for more?
Say, this is a pleasant task, but I must ask
Your collective indulgence.
I feel the need to indulge.
Be back and so will I.
Bring yer friends.
It's guest star night, Tuesday.
We're featuring one of Hoppy's Favorites, a cook from the Lodge, as well as Doctor Parker, a non-smoker.
Wiggle those ears, dry those tears, and have a brew like me. But not Lagunitas, do yerselves that favor, try apple flavor from Angry Orchard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Uh, nope. I'll Czech.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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i have killed for less, moosei. r u a russki spy or just a plant, like moss, which may not even be a plant anymore, the way they change the world.
"The Answer"
I'm a tiny dancer
Dancing all the time
I'll be at Cosmic's
And I'll be full of whyme.
I LOVE DROOLERS!
Who do YOU love?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Wven I"
I put you ana pedostal.
Look at hw u recompense.
I stillove ya, Mossee.
Heer. It's not beer. It is cheer.
Let's take a musical interlude.
In G, by Golly.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I got no ready music like a Chopin'tude.
You are a quick study, Mr. Brown Fox from Polandet X.
Quicker than drying socks.So dumb...pull my other thumb.
:o)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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SHOE SHOTS.
The shoe fits, wear the threads.
Take yer shots.
MOON SHOTS and the STrange Case of Biscuit Death.
The crescent reminds me of a shooting in Nevada.
Somebody got done Rong.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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THE GIANT MOUSE FROM SUMATRA.
Who's behind is the what you said, STones?
Only a spoonful of cocoa left, Foodsom.
We've a little money left over for food.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'll take it straight, Flottsom...you see, their teeth grow thru their brains in Sumo wrestling...It's more Irish than Spring without bathing.
It was at Point Blank that I shot her, but she's Irish, she's tough.
Dipping the ripe cheese again...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR UNCLE BABY
STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
Tell me a story about how you adore me
Live in the shadow, see through the shadow,
Live through the shadow, tear at the shadow
Hate in the shadow, and love in your shadowy life
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mr. zBrown, can you speak into the mike, not the nancy, boy?
How extactly?
Rat snacks, BRASS KNACKS, Yak Attacks, Giant Rat Reacts.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Otay, OB
“I believe over the next decade computing will become even more ubiquitous and intelligence will become ambient ... This will be made possible by an ever-growing network of connected devices, incredible computing capacity from the cloud, insights from big data, and intelligence from machine learning.”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gray/Grey/Great
Day/Davis/Division
Good/Gud/God
Stop Holes Stop
f-Stop/Photoshop/Sopping Wet Outside
Dismal and abysmal. About freakin' time!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shirley Sargent was SO TOUGH, had such problems all her life, yet left a huge stash of topnotch history.
"...Shirley had battled DISTONIA [a strange country you don't want to visit], a crippling neuromuscular disorder that had confined her to a wheelchair since childhood because of the extreme impairment of her extremities [Yosemites], and yet she had written dozens of books (and as I learned later, hundreds of articles) by holding her right arm with her left hand, and typing with one finger. How had she managed to write so many books and manage her own publishing company?"--Fernando Penalosa
My hat is off to her and her efforts this morning, even if it's raining.
Just a rider, a writer, all-around all-righter in the rain.
Shirley, I jest.
Love, Mouse from down the hill
Let's go to AZ, courtesy of Randy the Smoking Piano Man.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
My Bic lighter died. I'm a walker in the rain.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Uh, the club photographer provided us with no image of Ms. Sargent?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I bought F. P.'s book about S. S. this week at the V. C. in Y. N. P.
It was $V on clearance. How could I resist?
I got Julia's Scrape the Willow Till It Sings for a discount using my Yosemite Conservancey membership, telephone number needed to look you up in their deep, deep files.
I looked up Werner's relatives, just for the heck of it, see, just for shits and giggles, see, and got this crazy man on the phone when I checked the telephone number on the computer here at home, see?
That number's supposed to be unlisted.
WARNING! Not too-seriously, though. It's a paradees at best, something to laugh at as you swill the first SLURP of that wine on Friday night.
[Click to View YouTube Video]What goes for ten thousand seventy-five? [cuz it's all I have on me]
"My name is Secret. What's yours?"--THE Weh, or God
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was on a bus. A tourist. I had a camera. A tourist.
More touristy stuff.
"Chris and I took it over every dirt road near our cabin...We dodged trees to follow old paths, went through foot-deep running water and mud. My mountain goat was equal to every test. We drove the Coulterville Road, built in 1874, and churned up as much dust as any stagecoach. In the Valley, the KM drove like a dream. Deer scattered and people gathered as we sped by about as quickly as a power mower."
--"King Midget Takes the Hill"
Shirley's mother called the wagon the Yellow Peril.
Let's see, a Red Roadent and a Yellow Peril. Sounds a little like a list from a birder's journal...
Nope, it's a Camp 4 Terror Wing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Life at the beach in the DEETCH.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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With the cheeses from young Naz's stashes.
A hole in the wall is just the place to catch a rat.
I'm Dave from Monterey, he's zBrown, from chezBeezeritz, that's Rong de Carson, and Carload.
Jim C. Fang, honey.
How-DEE! meenee the Pearl, behind the bar. Buck ninety-eight, Bozo.
And the ugly dude is Mo Edgar.
He's a SNAG, if ya ask. Don't.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Great photos dawg, I guess we can forgive you an oversight or underthrow from time to time, across the sloping plane. Just the price of dogs running free.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A paper landed on my door
In a mistaken delivery
Must be a Wrong Number, I thought.
And then it dawned on me,
I began to snore,
there was someone rapping
Some dog yapppin at my studio door.
This morning's dream sequence before BaskerVillain woke me to take him for a Walk on the Wild Side.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Dream Sequence Number Ninety-Four
Turn Widdershins three times
Knock upon your own front door
Then read some more into what is written
"Doh! I shot the marshall, Deputy. I was only funnin', Wyatt."--Straight Hair Lucca, a bravo, a Cowboy
Waterloo was fought a few miles south of Brussels on June 18, 2015.
I went to a movie last night at a multiplex on the high street, PostSome.
Yurok, Son of STone? No, it was something to do with the tiff at Waterloos, Anita.
(( turn the banter-among-men gene on and it's much easier to understand this gibberish, ladies ))
I just woke up to the fact that I destroyed one whole page, the first page, of this post from the ghost of last night's Junior Mints and did not "COPY IT" as a normal GEEK or NERD would have, no, I hit some deleting thingie and there ian't any carbon paper anymore, and Barb STanwhy live no more as well--but that's another naked story--but I believe I can reconsturct from varous clues lying about at random, using the unsung-yet-effective method of makin' sh#t up)
College Avenue try, do or die
A baldering we'll go
Not a pad to be had
Not a chalk bag in sight
It was Friday night,
The one we'll rename Ryan Night.
Jack Ryan saved our country, WantSome.
But I could not save the Draft, UC.
I'm from Merced,
Not Barcelona.
So make one up, STones, just like you always do.
I want to try to throw an idea out at you, WellSome.
We haven't just enough time, yer Loudship.
I'll make time.
I believe we could use a safety meeting, Sir WellDoer.
Well, spike the fireball and brace the hauling line, WellDone.
SToned Partners, equal to the task, they set about reconstructing the set of New Mack Joust's biggest production to date, Mouse Does Chico and the Man Comes After the Woman in the NEW Age of Bad Ass, thus Ending the Age of Aquarianism
Long live the digital camera!
"Film died at eleven thirty, exactly. In black and white, that is absolutely the last time I'm telling you anything. Have a nice drive in that INFINITY. I've seen this movie before, with Kenneth and Emma, long time ago."--North America Wally, svestite and climbing fan overheard in a tete-a-tet with Marx HeadRom in the coffee shop men's
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Movie and a box of candy, then a cold sac sandwich at the Bandits' Hideaway. No wonder.[Click to View YouTube Video]T Hocking gets his REAL money from nefarious government projects (like, say the plan for raising Shasta Dam?--thought I didn't know but I hear things) they require him to burrow like a MOLE into the strata of Redding society and throw massive funds into secret caverns in canyons, up on Tom's Thumb Ricge, while his wife, Mo, played by herself in a cameo in this dream, tosses something off of the SunDial Bridge.
The Friends of Jenet's Fingers salute you, STeve Grossman.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Or is it just CMOD?
Chronic Memorex Obstructive Disease?
It's like CRS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]By way of apologizing for anything I ever put in here to hurt anyone.
Brandon, yer excluded. Got no program, just "this thing" we got "here."
Depend on your own memory ONLY at your own risk, folks. I got holes in my maryjane cloud like a apider's website, like a crock of turdish gentlemen's pocket watches, all picked up on the fields of Les Tres Saintes
It's raining just like we want it, soft, gentle, like a Canterburty Tales dance number.
John Renbourn, from Pentangle? Never hoid o' him.
There are many millions of naked observers in the Naked CALIFORNIA STATE PARKS.
Beware of dropping trousers in public genres. Don't wipe yer hands on yer ass, Tad. Don't wipe yer hands on yer brother's ass, Tad.
I like the casually observed. The thumb Bob bites could be yours, he's pickle that way. zBrown, he is not the Harding Double, is he, made up to look like Bod for some movie no one will watch no where?
Or IS he, she, or it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Word from the Loges.It's not some Three STooges.
It's in FACT, outrageously adverbial in its use of car scenes, but that's what sells. I have me a Mercedes which once belonged to Janice, the one she took up 120 for that rendezvous with Ferdinand? Roper was there, but never will admit it.
I heard it thru the Grapevine, the California Varietal Grapevine, that is.
Is that such a zin?
So, here's the re-cap of the synopsis of the take of the sell of the come-on of the pitch.
The free opinion of AHoleNineTwoFive, not management disclaiming, etc.
Jack Ryan E-1, Marine Recruit for Heavenly Skeeze & Sneeze, Incline, NV
His uses include trying to obfuscate while Mouse didacts
and to confuse things further, the mice, the horrible Silent Mice from Nevada caves,
confuse things by getting hammered on wine and Percocets.
Opening doors and pulling some strings....
Thousand years, stare, sitting listening to Sting tapes on the old Walkman, these golden years on kayak ponds--The Remakers, a silent/golden production
Tad’s in it
You CAN be in your own dream if you are not there
It’s a fact, Jack
I told Tami in the office she should ask the old man for breakfast and a movie. She suggested Minding My Own Business, but nicley.
There are two bastions of civility. One is here, wonder where the other is?"I'll have some of yer hospitality, rare, miss. I like your hands."
This is not a fishing lure baited with a U NO, it's a tag line waiting to happen.
" I remember you! You're Scott's step-dad! Where have you kept yourself??"
--Another remake in the remaking...or is it reallly good Memorex?
A good review leaves you drooling, unless it's Sterling, MooseDrool.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Heading for some Angry Orchard, a remake of Parody Payday playing at Miller's Reinero's this morning.
i know you don't know that norwegian's ancestors were at their own waterloo
i may die in may on the american
where will may be when when when when
june eighteenth come this year again
and i hope i'm painting strawberry red
on something that wants a good coat of many colors which are carefully striped on
over the candied apple gloss
it's like the finish on that mustang
norwegian has stashed in the shed
don't drive dead if yer only 55
now go rhyme orange cones
and buy me a beer
in two shakes of a can
i'll be out of here, it, there
"No, Tracey, it's not a Fireball morning. Re-maker's Remorse, please."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Damn - missed it last year. Like they say though, there's always next year.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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The Flames of Malawi.
Just in case you've forgotten just how far Malawi is from Lake Tanganyika.
You know, the place where Jane Goodall got started.
Jane who?
The Trimates, sometimes called Leakey's Angels, is a name given to three women — Jane Goodall, Diane Fossey, and Birut Galdikas. Not to be confused with Charlie's.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Damn, First Ascenionista and all
I'm in the wrong place, my friend
I better leave
Anyway, the only sound that's left
Back door please
[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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[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's n-n-n-n'ot n-n-n-ness-s-sary.
Y-you can s-sti-sti-stick around.
Have a B-B-Bud-why-doncha-sir?
The K-K-K-King of B-B-Bottled Beers.
We need to have a wake, friends.
I'm gonna go do it.
Wake me when it's over, time to g-g-go-go.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's been a hard day's night.
O! Death, where is my stinger?
My Maker's Regret?
It's over there where I left it last night.
Sit. STay. Good black dog.
Hide my Face Book.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Keep on rocking, free world or not.
Blurred lines, blue grass, blue dreams, blew lines, went to code blue, bleached blonde blue-eyed baby.
Sunset beach, Beachwood, large Wood, Wood Fruit Co., wouldn't hurt a fly, infield fly rule, rulers of the free world.
Free, with this introductory offer.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Any loving's good loving.
All love aims to do is hurt you then make you feel better.
Words fail at this time.
Music never does.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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5.3 miles up - > 5.3 miles down - > levation gain 623 ft/mile. Six border patrol vehicles. Two groups of shooters.
That's about about it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2014 - 05:50am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Just the other night a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be
She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all
And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the good Lord
For the gifts in my life
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered
Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
Cowboy Lyrics are so sweet, eh?
Cow eyes will do that to YOU, young man, so go west.
Watch out for flying monkeys coming out of that direction, Winston.
Well, StTones, that will certainly only happen when pigs start flying as well, what? More cocoa?
Fly meece to the moon.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 10, 2014 - 06:32am PT
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hey there say, mouse... very nice shots of yosemite... and thanks for the info on the cabin, and all those things... things i'd not know...
say, timid:
Feb 6, 2014 - 08:09am PT
I remember hanging out with my boystown roommate at Shirley's Flying Spur Ranch in 1977. My roommate's parents were good friends with her. Too bad the original place burnt up in the Foresta fire of 1990 along with most of her historical archives.
Dean Potter lived there for many years until a relative of Shirley's moved in. It gets complicated after that and best left off the internet.
very nice share!
mouse, thanks for bring this to our attention for this share to
come forth! more things i'd not know of yosemite...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2014 - 08:01am PT
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I never bin ta church. I got a church key, though.
I always had some dough cuz I work real hard, but who cares on Friday after work?[Click to View YouTube Video]I am settled on having settled here. Thank god for Dad's job, Mom's love, and the edumacation, if there is one.
I can find Chula Vista blind-folded, see?
I'd like to case this place, si, mon?
http://www.spotcrime.com/crime/39907510-fb5103c51b04edb9ed43557c138765a7
I think that it would be criminal never to have gone to the earthly paradise, the garden spot.
Mojo trundle, anybody?
Lookit the size of that turkey, 120 lbs. or 8.57143 stone.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Off the same spot we dropped the chicken on the Captain, remember that caper?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1843581/el-cap-chicken-toss
[Click to View YouTube Video]Converting watermelon to stone should be fun and educational, both, right?--Slow Mo Joe
I's only lookin', Mistery Dreamer, please don't shoot me down. That was a bad joke from the down-filling booth at The North Face, way, way back.
Before even this.[Click to View YouTube Video]
There is no need to explain this. It is inexplicable, hexed, and you know what?
Chicken butt.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2014 - 10:21am PT
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The word "Otay" is apparently derived from the Kumeyaay word "otai" (pronounced "Oh-Tie" - though Buckwheat my dispute this), meaning brushy.
Say, for example, I had an Otay with the law, and the law won.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 01:19am PT
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What was that, WonsLaw?
I said, Old Folks, that I had a sister-in-law's cousin who lived in Ohai, Ventura County. She was a lady, but the fact is that she worked pipeline construction gangs on Ventura, the Miracle Mile for the "ol' bidness."--her words, old fart, and she had such quaint language, believe me. But she knew how to dance and the waltz was her forvorite, like in Matilda, the Ozzie Anthem?
I play it all the time, you know that.
I do indeed.
Ohio, IL, knows Ojai. There are such things in the Midwest called snowbirds.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ohio,_Illinois
Ohio, IL., has a Desert Wildflowers Museum.
BELIEVE IT OR SEE SEYMOUR KNOTS!
(He's the Director, a county employee, and his office is in the rear of what he called the Lotus Flower Silo Room. He climbs a decent grade, and has hair on his rack. He's a tranny.) Free peyote buttons, good-looking secretary, tastes like chicken because she is, and TWO PHONE LINES! Who could ask for a mo' better gig?)
A note on the so-called "sport" of chicken-tossing from Seymour's chick, Matilda the Honey--
It may have been fun for you. Not for me. Did you come first? I didn't st all, and in fact, my lawyer, Bently the Bender of wills, will be in touch. Unlike we.
Matilda, your Tiny Dancer
P.S.--f.u. i hope you can read norwegian abbrs. well i can and i know a guy who loves road-house island redheads, or so he says, up in strawberry.
i hope you marry a dyke, azz-wipe.
By the way, today I was playing the Fool by WSM...I mean, QSM, see...
Always, always, the buffoon, aren't you, whoever you are. Out of character, there, but that quick-change maneuver was mind-blowingly fast, man! And you are now, as I perceive you, a bum, a derelict, a street person. And you have a tic, s slight one, but it's detectable and effective. I turned away, in fact. What a consummate actor you are you remind me of...of...Yosemite Sam! Indeed!
I wish heartily to say the same of you as an author, one day, WasNot.
Thank you and Gracias, Amigonite. Rock on!
Wait, Wassail, uh, no, don't. Come, in fact, and come fastly, adverbishly quickly, please! Come to the rear of the building, by the route we British-Mexican-Americans know as Calle Securidado, Safe STreet. Meet me in two minutes.
I've never done it in more than one minute and three-quarters. What have you for me to see. Bozolito? By the way, how did you achieve that skin tone?
It's called El Cap Hotel A/C, and it is derived from an exorbitantly expensive virietal of Alaskan Thunderflash/Thicke in the Middle.
You shall see, Schwinnson. I have a spliff or two here in my serape/hoodie pocket, I'm sure. Do not delay, for I must away.
Who? What?
Poodles! French-Canadian Poodles, man! GO!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 02:22am PT
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for your approval, allya Fools.[Click to View YouTube Video]It was a beautifilled day.
Hippies' vibes to everyone who ever felt the fool about where he got, u no, planted.
QSM, to me, the rock rolling kid from Merdead, is faster than the rest, better tuned in to actual VIBES, than any of the rest of the San Farcisco Sound that Died because they refused to heed that strange sequence of vibratory knowledge of trusting one another.
Sad as a glass of whine alone, but Mick started that line of thought, because much in life saddens, not just lonely boozin'.
It has been an interesting weak in Lake Wosemite.
I may take a few to post these shots.
As they said when they raided us one night, during the Faux 4 Yosemite Bears Raid of '71, a cold January night, in Camp 4, in Yosemite, in fact,
"be cool, fool. just need a sugar fix. chill, comrades. 4 of u, 4 of us. en francais, detente. we have dependents. they can't live on acorns and weeds and the ants are all on strike. we are starving."
this was a tragedy. we placed our hammers next to their ancestor's sickles. we smoked and made peace.
They were a rogue soviet (they claimed to have won the last election) of cinnamon bears from Kyburst-on-Rubicon, a seldom-visited enclave of wild excess, reputedly, but this was great exaggeration, we NEEC vodka! like u climbers need that keystone swill. they all spoke norwegian, but i know the lingo, and we had some vibes among us, believe it or nyet.
i heard things from them i'll never tell u. ever, ever, ever.
we all blamed nixon.
//blood oath, red as rum, twice a blinding,
as a quick turn on silvretta binding//
that's bullsh#t. nobody understands that factor.
AND BESIDES, AS A MATTER OF FACT,
smokey the duck, chongo, chickentpisser. yeah, theyr'e cool in many langridges, but the duck, he's gonna die, chongo, he's gonna go even further underground, and chickenslammer, well, he's got facial tics coming on.
all i gotta say.
EXCEPT,
i can do better to communicate my feelings, my experience with the powerful vibes from this day.
In English, Fools.
Loving lovers.
Tumbling walls.
Mind in guage.
One small part of one world.
One truth.
Heavens, Mouse?
Yes, Love.
Life is
What you make it.
Turn around.
Let's back down.
I'm still young and out of the Navy.
The world is full of vibes.
This place hasn't really changed that much since...
It's still got me and the ghosts of younger mice tripping around,
looking for the Rev or the hell of it.
It was mainly hot or cold, no in betweens.
A plain-Jane town like Redding, from which we came to Sacto and then to Merced City.
I arrived at the SP depot on Old Highway 99.
Throwpie and the Rev had lived here there hole-in-the-wall lives in '61, three years after the Big STone, El Capitan, was legitimized, as I see it.
It was just a big rock in a place I heard of in a story I read in a book they gave us in fourth grade and I mispronounced the word, Yosemite, as "YO-sa-might."
I am a fast learner.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 02:46am PT
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Nunya R. Fools, patron saint of paint dryin', sez,
don't act like a fool unless you want to, otay?
another dead drunk dame, she is, long ago in the wise age
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 04:19am PT
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Otay. Open your eyes.
Psychomedelic Journey/CD by QSM, nize stuv
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpx5pM7Ck8o&list=ALBTKoXRg38BDrAnjEFKN5JT-HANiesDHG
mice stuve.
Ohio, no. Merced, yes.
The rain fell, I was not sleeping, did not hear it, tho.
I knew I should go and get on the roof. I climbed the fire escape and it was immediately apparent I was in a special presence.
WhetherGod.
He actually exists!
there can fbe no drought idf there be no doubtt
this is literal word-for-word lingo, a branch of norwegian dialectic he was spakin' 'neath his huge mustache--no beard, just the stache.
here is what he said
NUMBAH SIXTY-ONE
It's been so long...
I sure had fun, fine fun...
It's been too long...
Lover.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. (guitar riff)
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa yeah...
Lover.
TOOLONG!
My problem, sorry.
Open your eyes. Light all your windows. Golden sparks.
Just lies.
Old Sol.
That is a good Mex standard por cervezsa. the russki bears love to brew, BTW, or as they say in the Rube, "В Вт". It's the bearlink dialect, imowue, in that same lingo.
There is a secret under-ground-hog bearish conclave, not an elected body or soviet, made of cousins and Costco Mi-Whacks living in and near sebastopolitco off of the Redwood Parkway. They live like they are poor, but we think they have honey-money. Mo' later. as el DeeHAYTHERE gathers his "Park Narca Nationals" and raids Middle Earth.
Frequent Spy Achievement, next installation, soon, this pace, slowly turning at the top of Lower Yosemite Fall.
That is SOME drop. Pod, let's go the other way.
That leads us back to Ohio, Patty. You are getting too into your part, man. It is just we two. Speak the English, por favor.
No, it would be towards Ohai, old boy.
Ta-ta, I'm going to have some coffee, it's only 5.2+. or so it appears to me.
Ah, wait. I'm rather broke. My "Royaties" are in the mail, or so my Modesto agent tells me. Are your buying, sir?
Sorry, planned on scarfing a cup.
No sh#t. Surely.
You jest.
Shirley, anyway.
Well, of course it's my treat. I know Mr. Shirley. An old friend of Mouse in Merced. In fact, I know his nemesis, TBird, who has a lovely male voice, in my HUMBLE opinion. But then, I am right exactly 99.65% of the time. It's fun to treat. It makes me feel good, like good old cocoa, and you get to feel goo, tood. I wonder if there is more cocoa, Wisdom?
WE ARE THE FBI> SEND MONEY TO BAREASSBEARLIES.com ifyouwanta/BeyondWatch?HMFkit/BBC/moundhows
Cash, check, money order. Pay to GIRL SCOUT BAKING COOK-OFF, please.
Thank you.
The Ladder Day Bastion of Drivelity, Deviltry, and Civility Network.
LDBDDC&N.
I blame Harding.
And the Christian Brothers of ST. Mary's in Moraga, Dog on ya.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 05:55am PT
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Pointlessly needling climbers does no earthly good, Blondie.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Ai, rubio! ¿Te estás divirtiendo todavía?
Whatever they are, they have a garden and a Bic pen and a green sucker in their lobby, the hydrant.
If I can't have her, don't want no one at all.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
My Angel on the Wing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 06:18am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Nobody singa?
but Shelley the cleaning lady/poet is living there now. And she has TWO Uip-Uip dogs, vicious bastards. Don't mess with Shells.
Vibrations...heed'em.
We all need'em, good and bad and drooly.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 06:27am PT
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All rock is best listened to at full volume.--Simple Simon[Click to View YouTube Video]Rock for all ages.
Embrace your love.
Never let go.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 06:38am PT
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Look da fug out!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 07:26am PT
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Mometase, Asmanex inhaler, one shot, twice a day.
Lisinopril, one tab daily for BP.
Hydrochlorothozide, Same.
Warfarin, 5 mg, one tab per day.
Digoxin (Lanoxin) one tab, .25 mg., daily.
Prednisone, steroid, one tab 2 x daily. With food.
Albuterol inhaler, 'as needed.'
Soon to come, CobiVent albuterol plus. 4 x daily.
And one half-tab of Simvastatin at bedtime.
And one kiss on the forehead, daily, if you can get it.
That's what OM talkin' about. Drugs.
Plus chondroitin, Tylenol, and lots of water and booze.
How can you lose?
Don't forget safety meetings...the benefits of expensive expectorants.
Strip costing erroddities, please.
It's a short ride on the bus.
One ticket, tround rip.
Hos for YosW
Adios, amigos.
Planada, here I pass thee by.
Just gotta cuz I can, still, Whymper.
You old dudes knew....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2014 - 11:17pm PT
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For a Deer Friend Who Is Going to Die and GO TO HELL--at least according to some, for trying to make a decent living and to defend a way of life and death he loves and respects--and so I wrote this to poke fun at him and laugh and show how NOT a big deal all the blood shed in the name of "sports," with regard to "animal rightists" and "vurmints" in general, who overreact greatly and should just stfu and live and let live, so to speak; and it's not much but it's how I felt when I wrote it and I've pretty much felt like this my entire life
Oh, Dear Bambi,
What caliber of man it takes to take you, the Prince of the Forest.
A hungry one.
A thirsty one.
A bloodthirsty one.
A dead-eye.
A seeker of hide.
A real horn-dog.
One antler said to another, in a bar,
"Rack 'em, loser."
One who can call the coin toss proposition bet, "Heads or tails?"
Doug Bowman; Brett Archer; Eric Fletcher.
Amos Alonzo; Buck Meadows; L. Coe, (from Neev a Dah),
Or, Doh!, forgive me, ladies, which caliber of woman?!
Abby; Irene; Ima Sorry.
Faline--tails; Bambi's unnamed mother--Jane?
John, Valued Customer, Sir or Madam or Miss or Mister.
I hope you liked this little list here.
Skin the elk, dress the deer,
Take the horns, and have a beer.
You done good, TaxiDiver.
They're all looking at heads of the deer
And at the heads on their beers
At Miller's Reinero's on Main
Where drunks and dead deer
Never feel that much pain
They have Buckhorn and Moosehead
And Moosedrool and Gene said
Their taste runs similar to mine
I'm inviting those two
And inviting Ron, too,
To meet me at quarter to nine
I'll buy some rounds
Then you'll have your chance
We'll roll for the sounds
And glass eyeballs will dance
Lit by the light from the juke
We'll BS and laugh till we puke
--N. Tropy
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 05:03am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video][Click to View YouTube Video]Sooo, here I am, sittin' in on the karasokee lessons in the poob.
Lots and lots of younkers about, none sober enough to mind an old fart squeeee...Squeeeezin' thru to the back room, but it's closed...
I go grab the glass of PBR for two, no blasted glass, o' course.
UNO, I sat next to the darling, Miss Valdez and her boyo, the artist who done my mug in Snelling this weekend.
I gave her a couple of picture postcards from Yosemite and gave her a pen. I requested another portrait, but this fizzled like a wet cake of incense in the rain, in a theological sense, but then God's no Irishman. He knows how to plan, whatever in the heck he claims to have on that side of his blanket, Mary notwithstanding, cuz she was only human.
Yes, my son, I was tossed from priest school and became a Yank.
So, if you'll forgive that lie, I'll tell ya the rest of the lie.
I found that this karlowsaki is just fine. Never been, never indulged, can't sing and don't dance much either, but it's fun. Or was.
Tonight is at the Party's On, a place I've frequently never gone into. I've gone into that before.
This karamba night is on Tuesdays, here in Merced, and no Cowboys were heard in THIS bar. And it used to be known as TRail's End. So it goes.
Decent numbers of rock and roll but one guy, a twenty-one year old (He said he was twenty-one and I I'd e-d him anyway, to his surprise) really, really, really impressed me with his selection, his aggressive style, his disdain for the screen, his disdain for the Queen (Anits, but mo' about her later) of the computer and Mikes, and his not wearing a clown outfit.
No, shiht, man, he was jammin' on Toad Hall Blues.
The Graham Greenejeans version is the only one I've heard that's better, you bet.
Who? G. Jeans. Oh, that guy.
And when he sat down, I heard someone call the name Andy. He sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! I was standing there next to Rob at the Door. He was sweeping the floor.
I had cheap postcards. I had a pen. I approached and met his friend, Anderzej, or Andy, or Andrew, and his other friend, Scott, who was a junior, and both the others were senior, because they were twenty-one (I chekced, officer) but he bailed to the john.
I asked him point blank to take the pen and give me his autograph on the back, would he be so kind, and to politely address the idea that he scribe ideas for Big Mike, a cat from Big C, and for my buddy Lollie overseas? She's blonde and Northern Eurpopean and he's either six ten or six eleven, he's just a tall Canadian, that's all.
He did as I bid, with speed and grace, and much sell-efface, he suggested these hit for you two Taco twits and this is how this all perchanced.
I KNEW he was gonna pick Cinnamon Girl, from the get-go!!!
But he didn't know Bjork, and he went with the flow, so, you know...a typical stupid 21-yr old American, ready to graduate UCM, don't know squat about rock history.
WTF do they teach out there in Bobcat-country? Texting?
Really bad quaint foreign (non-American) accents?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Edit: What does it take to get "Disturbing" from a critic? Thanks for the blurbs, Droolski.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 06:12am PT
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Pink turned to sunshine. I dropped a hit, waited a bit,
stoked my head, pink turned to red, to blue, to grey again, and then I heard this angelic...
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choir, five of them.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cliff_Richard
THE WIKISHADOE KNOWS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Note any well-known cliff facts and get back to zBrown in the zONE, KCRS on your wrist-radio.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Even ledge to ledge, one bike to another.
Werner, HELP!!!!!
A-Otay, overnowt, mate.
Is this Werner?
Yah, mate. Werner Biju from Perth. We're on the Schnozzie.
I'm me. I need Werner Braun!
Quack! I'll get him. He's havin' a faster go at it than us. We're hauling Foster's on ice if ya can make it to Sickle.
F*#K YOU, YOUR ROO, and YOUR ROO's JOEYS! Are you stoned or just stupid?
Both, mate.
Argggn...We are f*#ked, rSin.
Doh't get me started, you...you...oooooooooooo! I could spit, but we ran out of water...two cups per day per mouse...you twitter-pated, non-planning zGit!
Now, don't go all "Disturbed" on me, or Moosie might could decide to try to sue. He's got bigger ears to the ground than we all know. He hears virtually everything, reads every single post on the Taco, and personally knows the guy who helps deliver and count the kegs for Yosemite Facelift. He's cooler than Old Bob. And all that "Secret Underground Burial Ground" stuff? It is true as our problem is critical.
Do you know the way down to Sickle from here?
No, but hum a bar or two, I might could remember.
Oh, please, try!
I think we can go by feel, but not by sight.
"Blind eyed tailless careless fearless
At evading traps you are peerless
I wish I might I wish I could
Get down to Sickle before that ice is history."
Amen, Mousie, amen, amen, amen.
Headlamps, WasserMoose.
[If I were not such a careful observer, I'd tell myself AND my followers on Twitter that that mouse is "Deliciously dangerous." But he's harmless and so forth...blag-blog...ineffectual for the most...but not hazardous to one's mental capacity. Still, though, I am a doctor. I prescribe at my own risk, but we've paid the insurance. I hope she has...]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 06:54am PT
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What's it all about here, Alfie?
It's a scene, dude.
I dig.
No, you are confusing groveling in the dirt with total f*#king life in the fast lane. Don't talk sh#t. Am I on belay yet, or not. It's been two minutes since we left the car.
Where is this going?
I know. I'm not confused. Just keep your cool, WastedOne.
The Toad'em Pole, II, 5.7 or 8 depending, awaits our caress.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 07:32am PT
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DUCK SHOOT.
AT THE FISH's NEW BARREL OF FISH FISH HOUSE and OCEAN BOTTOM SEWING FLOOR>
FIRST PRIZE guaranteed TO ALL!
"Ask me how I can do that. Go ahead. Ask."--Russ T. Salmon, author of the titanic versus the big stone in norwegian
well, desert climbing will have to wait, or at lestst
until laughter/norwegian class, and then we'll all dance and cinge
Meanwhile, back on the upper Valley shuttle, last week, I mean while I was riding on the shuttle with Samb the DriverScriver in command and speiling his stories (Sam Iamb, Yager's landlady, has been in the Ditch for many a pitch, and claims fanTAstic claims, truths, lies, and glory for his personal Yosemite story.
He said "Writ them. Outwit them. Cheat death."
Wow. To the Ahwahnee, but not forthweth. The aura was kinds tie-dyed for some whiles. Relax and breathe smiles, the loop runs for miles.
And mile. But not for Miles, Davis.
Same Sam, told me about his parents and the way how they came to the Ditch. It was no elevator ride to the Top of the Mark.
Back when monkeys were just barely not our uncles, the fifties.
I have notes, photos, and memories. This may take a bit.
First, check this out. Seattle, yet. Go figure.
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Try to enjoy the facts of Chongo's selection as a self-taught guru.
Each of you is your own guru, Baba Ma'am Special. Like when you were told do no wrong, child, just cuz you can. Be weird about it.
Feel good about ywur self, child. Not better than some other one.
That's not selfish, children.
UNNATURAL SELECTION or how to spell unnamed ones
Mouse ses, "Quote: This is for all the silent good-deeders here and all over Dave's Planet--I don't want out of this space, just want a great place to make it to the next one. End quote."
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth
I'm hungry for some unrest
I want to push this beyond a peaceful protest
I wanna speak in a language that they'll understand
Dedication to a new age
Is this the end of destruction and rampage?
Another chance to erase then repeat it again
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth
No religion or mind virus
Is there a hope that the facts will ever find us?
Just make sure that your are looking out for number one
I'm hungry for an unrest
Let's push this beyond a peaceful protest
I wanna speak in a language that you will understand
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us crawl
The lucky don't share at all
No hope for fate, it's a random chance selection
I want the truth
Try to ride out the storm
Whilst they'll make you believe
That they are the special ones
We have not been chosen
Injustice is the norm
You won't be the first
And you know you won't be the last
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
Ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
And the lucky, they don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth, I want the truth
I want the truth, I want the truth
Songwriters
BELLAMY, MATTHEW JAMES
And listen to Ua2 at the end of that tape, Two. Please have a beautiful day...
at ChurchKey's Such Chancy Casino and Dog Grooming Parlor, Empire, CA.
As Sam told me to do, and as any experienced writer would agree is Practical Paradise Teaching, (PPT--do not confuse with PC, please, at your own risk) I wrote down just enough. He has lived in the Valley having been a Bay Areaite like me and lots others, but he was born, a-parently, to a guy from OK and another O.K. person, his mom, who is Mrs. to his pop, who lasted through the Great Depression, only to find himself as a hired hand at the Ahwahnee hotel's famously gone nine-holer. It was a golf course, not an outhouse.
No greens fees. Free caddying from the little Indian boys, I imagine, if they were up to it.
Later, things changed, as they always must.
But before they came to the Paradise of Practical Happiness, or Foresta, the mujer de la grupa, the Nature Girl, took chances with a savioury type naturally named BITSY SHOOTS, or Ginsbrew, or Some Thing. I did not have time to write it all down, so I wrote much of this up standing up in a strenuous musyogic position known as Widers Cramped, unlike Sambo's relaxed, almost unsafe polsssture, commonly called Driving the Duck.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gypsy_Boots
Bootzin's older brother, John, died of tuberculosis as a young man; this led to Bootzin's decision to grow his hair long and pursue healthful, natural living.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 09:52am PT
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At the karajoke assembly last night there was a gentleman named like the dude on the nickel postcard below.
This young man's a UCM student.
He knows what it is that he would love to do is to teach in a high cchool.
He's majoring in ge-OG-ra-fee (oh-ca-TEA-yo) and wants nothing more than a monthly/mostly good paycheck to pursue his dream of being a high school geography teacher.
I believe he'll be a geography teacher, but don't believe it will be in a high school. Few offer the course any longer, for it is taught at JC level--I aced it but I needed a study partner, (read grade whore rival who took you to school each day in his Datsun performance vehicle) as a science course, and I know a geo teacher from Merced College who taught several sections of the same course daily for years and year. Mrs. GPS was a Girl Scoutist, a rugged individualisette, who trucked ALL THE WAY into AFg in '93, then came to Merced to teach mice like me.
Go Mo Graphy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 02:05pm PT
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Take zBrown. Take Throwpie.
They're lookin' like Twin Falls, sentimental bastions...
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Not to be too crude or appear juvenile, it's not cool and I won't go there.
But my next-door neighbor on Olive used a term for my older brother's Johnnie Mathis albums. He called it "humpin' music."
Enjoy the video and the tune and the skinny-dip.
And please, if you are out on the hills north of town walking with yer lady, showin' her how to use that new bobcat call, and you come to the tank, and it's not too brownish-green, and ya strip down, and so on,
Use that propeller tactic in the pond...'nuf said.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 10:13pm PT
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Hey there all,
Cyril sez this is for BooDawg and his tribe of rainbows in Parimosa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Captain NorScully,
you are required to grab some dough and head fo Singapo,
ZZooop-zzooopping all the way. Aloha!!
A little street in El Portal...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 14, 2014 - 12:57pm PT
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Sometimes I feel like just another mouseketeer in the Army of Merced.
Man are my ears ringin' and eyes stingin'. Power Trio joins Jimi.
Going down to Fennario I heard of this guy who has sued both Dennis Rodman and Larry Flynt. Actually met the fellow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:00pm PT
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I wondered about Dire Wolves in a funny-ass dream I had a while back.
I woke and did started a new topical thread:
Dreaming in Sepia Tones (Way OT).
I think.
Is it dark and bloody?
We may be playing twenty questions soon.
I had this golden image of Denio's.
C'est la vie, c'est the old folks' home for me with memory loss enhanced by CRS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I loved the commercial I had to watch to get to watch this video. Sacrifice it up, Mouse. Otay, if you say, Mr. Boss.
Let's go to the old folks home...the one in Oakhurst TM was gonna found for the LSEDFS (this was Long Ago, I think, but the memory loss...woe, woe, woe.)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mule!!!!--Tom Jones, Wales and Las Vegas
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How to have vast amounts of fun with Drive-L.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:54pm PT
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A mouse and a camera in the early pearly of the fateful valentine's day of 2014.
Base of the East Face of the Merced Theater, aka the Silver Screen Wall.
Lake Municipal Parking is free, and so is the sunsight.
"It's Chinatown, Jake."
Well, at least this place has decent chow mein and a cheapish business lunch. Around the corner and down Martin Luther King, Jr., BoulderYard from the Merced Theater tower.
A good meal with the wife or GF:
Where we take our darlings for dinner tonight means something,
namely memories and a good meal and maybe a movie worth seeing.
This used to be the Lemon Grass, a mediocre joint,
but my gut tells me that Gangbock is a capital place to dine.
Again, a short walk to the movies.
Taken from the same place, in Cinemouscope and, technically, colorized, but look at the super-spectacular, Oscar-worthy results.
"Four STARS, TWO thumbs up!!!!"--SickSkill & zBert
It is time.
STATUNED, TOONS...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
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The finger of fate touches us all. Can't touch that.
Lembert D. knows.
So I showed him the new shoes I got for a flamenco dancer we all know. Size eights.I took him down the street and he ended up buying a little something for his sister, a charm for her cable bracelet.
He got a great bargain, I think. At least he felt not so lonely.
The water cracks, he said, are from his tears, not the rain.BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Can't wear these. Too small for my feet. I wobble even if I'm sober. Pickled fate.
Lemme help, said Lembert. I took his hand and he lifted me up. He's one of my best friends now.
I have a shot of him, he doesn't know I took it.
More naked city stories, the view from the Moussolini Balcony, coming soon to this theater.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 01:51pm PT
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Magenta warning. Heavy commentary on grid-bolting. For shame, ya drill-crazy pathetic ego on legs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 03:38pm PT
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They were a hardy lot, these boyz.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 03:52pm PT
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Nice, Monsieur zBrujo, he said archly.
I preferred Tom Swift, but Mike was the one who got to receive those as yearly presents from Nana & Grandad. I settled for what came, like matchbooks for my collection.
What else would you expect me to collect? I'm a Flame. I'm a pyromaniac.
I burned out the front seat of their car. I set ants afire in their nest. I was a Cub/Boy/Explorer Scout, an altar boy, the winner of the 8th Grade "Religion Prize," a leather-covered daily missal. I was a bad little kid on the side, all the same.
Nana taught me to cheat at pinochle and to accessorize like I mean it.Real Roper 4th class, none of that pussy rope sh#t. And no chalk bag, neither.
Where can one rent a pink rope, seventy meters, and biners, on the way to Yosemite Valley?
At Mouse's Middle Earth Climbing and Hiking and Fauxto Shoppe, that's where.
Bienvenidows to the Ditch, Gianfranco and friend.
Aloha, even.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 04:06pm PT
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I believe we just had a request, of sorts, from a well-known phan of phish.
I was delighted to know that they love light humor in the ocean;
even in the depths of the deepest trench are dreams and dancing.
Psilocyborg, phone home, pink emergency telephone in the lobby.
The best shot of the moon I will ever have taken is yet to come.
I give you Tom Evans' really nice try at shooting the moon.
Boomer could give you lessons, mix the drinks, and sing you a Danny Boy you'd never forget, if only...
[Click to View YouTube Video]I whish to thank you, sir.
Ultimo jams are card to hum by.He told me that generally Luke's not there. He's in Whereitsatistan this month, by way of Illandya and Nuevo Espana del norte.
He wanted to look at my yeti helmet, but I told him no, that it was charmed. If it were to be touched by a non-climber, I would never come to Nirvana.
I would rather listen to the STones, than Nirvana, any day. Any color of day.
After all, the dreams and dancing are free, wherever heaven is at the moment, there it is. It's a dream state, see? Big Picture, visions abound, golden kazoos are all around. Magic, Johnson...er, WasserBergen.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 04:40pm PT
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I've never landed on the moon, myself.
I'll check with Bossy over there.
She knows pasture grass from homogenitalia, but she's never been to Paris.
She fum Soufamerica.
Which part?
Souf Texas.
Another question: How many words are in the Bible? (As long as we have Micher on the brain, but there will always be Alaska.)
According to biblewheel.com
Number of OT Words (Hebrew) = 306,375
Number of NT Words (Greek) = 138,020 (cf. New Testament Statistics )
Total Number of Words = 444,395. Note that 444,395 = 666.6 x 666.659,
almost the perfect square of 666.6.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 05:56pm PT
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THAT is funny, funny, funny, funny, funny, and you know what else?
There is nothing else.
Good luck being "here" when you are gamboling, MoosterRoosterGooster.
That lucky mutt has money to gamble?
I was sitting in the place at the bar. The elk dribbled in my Angry Orchard and I quivered with rage as I drew a bow and arrow and then he did it again and I just said screw this and walked home. STill angry.
Rsin is the new guy here. He emailed me. He's otay, just banned for life.
Let the chips fall!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where, you ast.
At the Firefall Wall Paint STore.
Watch the paint dry in spectacular settings with now our best hay there chairs.
Graffiti privilege cards!!!!!!!!
Picture postal cards!!!!!!!!!
Autographied old souls from Lobber's Locker City--robbings haan to pay roll and warn harding of the dangers of sitting too close to werner.
This is a pratie, this is a dicksow, this is just foolin' around, Wyatt.
Did you know that WARsaw is impacted with poles on hermits and it's reached epicdemic probation?
The same seeems to be happening here, but I am not positive.
I am not afraid, I'm afraid I'm constant, though, and know I'm a regular guy.--John of leCar
Some foreigners have to advertise here, they ran out of space in the County Times. Continuum. They hired me to cannext their minglish, since I yam norwegian and a mild and hazy sky.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 06:12pm PT
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LeapForMilk was here, Wasson.
hey there, jose, my name is chuckson. i'm from oslow.
Que?
go slower
well, now i'm a north sea fan, but this is weird, like you've done a sea change
i balm the whine
yes, that's waht i wahted to say, rrugently, that some1 spillee some whine
oh, no
yes, frazier crane would have a fit
he looked good in those pink stilletos from michael antonis yesterday before the band took effect
yes, yes he did
perhaps he spilled this whine
you bet your like, groucho[Click to View YouTube Video]
Life suchs when it is suck fun with herniated back and chicken shack. uh, but. chilkend butts, long ones, black ones especial, lee.
ignore mE.
not here now
if any sinner were cast at the feet of the redeemer, say, like rSin, Ii know not not what would happen
it's not 4 me to judge his actions
i can report on them
he's an urgent need to be kind and helpful to undergods
let's leave him under the guise of heroes and tiptoe because gossip is a sin, we KNOW THAT MUCH
Urgency, so he butts in and slams things around the way rock stars and their bitches party, MeesterHardy.
Fine guy, when you bother talking to him and he cottons to you.
This IS the voice of experience, bradcoasting in depth journalism of the air.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Bitches. Can't live with them.
The short, sucky life of the artist formerly know as JJ, rSin, and as a humble climber who wants privileged people to f*#k off and die.
I see no problem, for it's his thing, not mine, his way, not my way.
Prisoner of my own, knowing the danger zone.
But I won't do THAT!
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"Danger Zones Rolling STones
Jimmy Jones Beatle Bones
Yer all Guyans die!!!!!!!!!!"
-rSin's last words, there will be no "Resting In Peace" and no revolution the week after next
cuz why mouse
cuz I LIKED him too much
the Rev has not been cancelled, just the revolution
the graffiti privilege for sure
and TV privileges are definitely restricted and changed to daytime IV only
This is all for love of Dillis Millis, the consummate mimic, the stridey bastion.
I miss him.
I will miss rSin but not so much, not nearly so much.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 07:17pm PT
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Well those shoes are Michele's favorite color (he said admiringly).
Did the OTC (Olympic Training Center ) - Otay Regional Park loop today (he said circumspectly) and the Flame was still burning (he said brightly).
It was rather dry (he said aridly).
Damn, that car's on fire (he said heatedly).
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 09:08pm PT
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Got mashed potatoes, ain't got no T-Bone (he said hungrily).
Say what?
Ain't got no T-Bone (he said repeatedly).
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 11:16pm PT
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So I went to the link (naively) typed in "your password" (obediently) and got back (rudely) This email or passowrd is incorrect.
What is up with dat? I mean do they ask The Beatles this kinda sheeit?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 11:54pm PT
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(We are not Devo and we are not the last bastion of technical understanding. That is apparently in Chula Vista. We are blind and we cannot see, we are the NewFish BlueFish of Dr. Seuss.)
So sue me, rich boy.
I got lots of lawyer in me.
And besides, my consigliere, Dudley, assures me we got no worries except for the color of Mary Magdalene's rug has been discussed vis a vis her drapes.
Laytonly, it occurs to me, that it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell.
Not all lawyers will burn in hell,
But what's that other awful smell?
"Is that a turd in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?"--Millis' favorite line from McCabe & THAT Mrs. Miller
[Click to View YouTube Video]Let's go old school Phish, so sorry.
Sweet Lady of Death, Loreal. Really. Seriously.
Drove me insane.
Aww, now, country ways.
Sweet, but real bossy gal, that Loreal.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2014 - 06:19am PT
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Too restless to sleep.
I was kicked back (he said dreamily) and began thinking in spire thoughts.
My racing mind moved past the obvious--Totem Pole, Spider Rock, the Finger of Fate, the LA, all the semi-spires like Lembert and his bitchy sister Halva Dome (her given name is Tis-a-ack but Halva's her stage name), and I thought of my finger, then my thumb that has gone missing, and then (weird is as weird thinks or does) James Ramsey Ullman and The White Tower.
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This would be for Lollie on Do a Grouch a Favor Day, which is today, Friday, February 16.
This gives me hope that during Facelift I can find someone to fit the stilleto heels and we can go play cinematographers in the talus up behind Camp 4, or better yet, below Sentinel Falls.
Loki loves Lollie. Loki lo-o-oves Lollie. Nyah-nyah, n-nyah-nyah!
"Roll over Loki! Roll over, boy."--Lollie and Loki in bed
Woo-hoo!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 16, 2014 - 10:01am PT
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This comes to us courtesy of Basketmaker II, who may or may not reside in Chula Vista, since I'd have to call him/her more of a low-tech guru.
I normally straighten my dart shafts with fire, i.e. dry heat-but recently I've been doing a lot of experiments with axe hafting, and that necessitated the use of wet heat. Getting tired of just propping my sticks over a pot of boiling water and covering them with aluminum foil (And having sticks stickign every which way in my kitchen) I got a big electric skillet at the thrift store. I drilled a hole in each end of the lid with a hole saw, and now I have a steam box, through which a stick/dart shaft can be fed. It steams a fairly wide area, but boy howdy it works well, and fast, and keeps my kitchen a touch more orderly.
Just trying to get it straight you know?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2014 - 11:21am PT
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It was nice of you to share, Old Navy.
Why, what else do you want, WastedSon?
You read me like a penny dreadful, sir.
I merely wish to say thank you.
For what, man, I'm cleaning my pipe, hoping to hear Mrs. Fudd's footsteps treading the thirty-nine steps to this dump to let us know that...
Mouse is a technician's dream.
But only when he's in funds.
Why are we talking in Monetary?
You started to...
Oh, never mind.
Which just goes to show you....
something.
I was counting steps to the 4th floor fire escape (44, if you need to know--and I COULD do it in 39, but WTF) and I was gonna take pictures on the route, pretending to do an ascent of Sunnyside Wench accompanied (in my mind, see) by the young upstart crows, WhiteHeatMeat, (just 21 and he con't mind dying)--and Mr. Vitalis (from North Beach, and he's not Italian, and he doesn't use Brylcreem nor even own a comb--Telling Lies About the Climbers in front and in back of you).
I got to the fire escape on 4 with little or no problem, but the LCD brightness lacked brightness out in the dazzle, and I could not close the aperture, because I had lowered the brightness to nil and felt more blind than usual, if that's possible--and it is, I feel but not believe totally and am reserving judgment--and so I had to down-climb the fire escape as I ascended it, as otherwise one could slip like the young lady on the White Tower teaser ^^^ (where ARE those down-pointing arrows, anyway?) facing away from this steep stairway to heaven, come back to the studio, pour a cup of Sumatran, and work that out.
I'm not going back out there.
You do something once, why do it again?--"Wording Sign", Walkie-Talkie Heads
This will have to do for this beautiful Sunday morning here in Merced, the Gateway to Atwater or El Nido, Planada and Chowchilla, Snelling, Hopeton, Cressey, Ballico, Gustine, Banos, and other places to live.
Even North Dakota, CapScully.
BTW, how far do you go in Fargo on two sixers of cheap beer, bud?
Careful, Mouse, it's Post this Reply you need, you teckie.
Mom's cat, when I'd gone away to ST. Mary's College of California for my frosh year (near Moraga, named for the Spaniard who named the Merced River, BTQ) was named by my lowest, shortest, youngest niece (I forget her name!), daughter to Lenna Lou--it's Alyssa, of course, I was just stalling for time so I could call it to mind--in the Christmas season.
It was thought to be a female at first. Then she became a male when her testicles descended, all natural, totally.
Boomer had to explain this 'phenomenon' to Alyssa, and I'm sure he f*#ked it up like he did with my birds and bees chat. He had a reticence about discussing sex, except in the clubhouse or out on the course--short putts earned you a girl's name, and Alice, Edith, Betty, they all show up eventually golfing with Dad.
"Never up, never in."--Boomer
So thereafter the cat was named Teckie, for "technicals."
The cat eventually died, as do they all, nine times.
Heh-heh.
Nine times nine is eighty-one. Eighty-one and eighty-one are...you do the math.
See? Idiocy regarding technical matters runs in the family. I recall telling the plane story and how I was not killed in a landing on some f*#king Brit field down by the river in Birmingham.
There is a Bear Creek in Girminbam,
I'm just glad to not be there taking a dirt nap before I was ever born or Dad was ever married.
You can take off and fly all you like, but you have to remember to put the wheels down in a C-47 when you land it.
It runs in my family, this lack of technical skill. Except for Brother Mike, who can do the work, if he's a mind to do it, to get things up and running. You live out there in Merced Falls, you can't just run to Mommy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2014 - 11:34am PT
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For the person who sent me the Phish-y email.
Trippy light show, bro (or sis--protecting the names of the "not-so-innocent" is a part of civility, chivalry, and the code of la Cosa Nostra, even).
So hard to hear and see all alone.
Over Rainbows we discussed the route we had traversed to get to this side of Jordan.
I was shot by my baby, Jealous Sea of Love.--Kneel Young, acolyte with a candle lighter thingamabob (lucky not to have set fire to the altar cloth
Otay, really, folks, try doing anything with no thumb.
F*#kin' Chongo! The Unopposable, Grade VI Hitchhiker, Chongo.
I'm sure he never had to stick out his tongue instead of a thumb which was not there, nor has he ever lifted a finger to do much for himself, but motivation lies in the subject's eyes, not the beholder's.
"Whose eye is dot?"--Yawn Salad Day, Greenish-Blue Day roadie
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 16, 2014 - 03:46pm PT
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Thanks for keeping the thread alive Mouse. I've learned more about Merced than I could ever have dreamed of...
Room Full of Mirrors
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 16, 2014 - 03:59pm PT
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Cool Moose. Maybe we'll see Mouse post something from the academic part of Merced?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 16, 2014 - 05:17pm PT
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Well, they're talking about a university or college campus in CV. UCCV?
UCM? Not that one, the other one, Manteca. Who'll get there first?
They have some buildings available. Bring back Clark Kerr to run it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2014 - 07:04am PT
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I can post some pix from tonight of Fatboy Slim singing in front of the downtown UC building, called the MONDO building, bill Bill the Manager,
then walk on through to the other side, coming out on
ST. Lukes and Veritas ST.
Walkin' Merced on the Full Moon
all alone *sigh hi there* Christo
got some Crisco
meetcha in the disco.
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while making love to the angels of light verse,
the blessed st chris dances in on little mouse feet,
not-speaking silent norwegian disco-lingo,
directing the safety meeting, like a good patron should,
fogletty droplets appear out of a clear, full moon sky,
and all is light with the world.
Except for one small thing.
A guy, a real mouse, named Lenny, died sometime last night and I...I found him across from the funeral home whose souls I had just stolen, or maybe I just took too many pictures, or something, because I've had deeply depressive feelings of death approaching because of my problems with COPD, along with other medical issues about my living tissues.
Weep and moan all you want, just take it a day at a time,
Yous will maybe sleep enough, some nights, you'll be fine.
It's hard doing without sleep and my breathing is the reason I can't.
My finding little deadmouse today, we can't say, but it could be ominous.
I'm treating it so. My old friend and Scrabble playing neighbor LaMont and I met at the 17th ST. Pub and had one, then off to mass in Middle Earth.
It was sick weird. He told me as we walked in the door to the Rat's Nest that he had been out to mass with his mom at ST. Patrick's this morning. I was stunned, for I had planned a going-away party for deadmouse, a faux mass with a real theme, meant to encourage myself, commemorate a fallen comrade, and to generally enhance my thinking with "incense."
LaMont was expecting to watch Footube and play Scrabble. Uh' uh.
The Force, tonight you proved a point. What it is, we'll get to, by and by. Here is a brief thing I wrote as if it were an obituary of a kind for the mus deadmouse, or whatever name it/she/he sported when one of the quick ones.
"Hey, you in the fur coat and long tail---well, yah, I'm Walken, to you...but how...?
STFU! Seriously? Who would've EVER thought...
But I gotta say these words anyway, and take ya in, you realize. I've no choice, Master. It is required by eternal law. Hear ye:
'The eleventh hour has ended, Brews, my brother/sister.
I'm the eternal timekeeper and your time's up, sir, or madam.' What sex are you, anyhow?"--that guy with the sharp thingie in the hoodie
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2014 - 07:19am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:01am PT
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Confusing isn't it?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Doesn't it bug you when somebody takes a perfectly good 20:00 performance and cuts it down to 19:45.
I got into the driver's seat and I drove down 32nd street
in my cadillac (good car to drive after a day at La playa)
Where to go to avoid the crowds?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:32am PT
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Behind El Zarape (only the locals know)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:38am PT
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Notice the eyes on the image reflected in the glass? Could be a regular poster on the ST.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 17, 2014 - 03:26pm PT
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Is there a Norwegian professor (technology management), Erik Rolland, at the university in Merced?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2014 - 06:58pm PT
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I, Mouse, will try not to stray nor to look too hard into what I’m putting down. I write freely here and now and clearly in the manner which I choose to suit the moment. Always.
I’m that type of writer. If something strikes me funny, it comes out with not too much thought, it just happens.
I have my thoughts, which are worth telling. If not, then WTF am I doing it for?
I'm now editing my 'free writing,' no outline needed, because it's part of what's going on. Learning to write well but no changing the ghoulish thought process I entertain, the maudlin, the merry being mixed. I get mixed reviews, not everyone gets me, but it's been prelude to the main body of mus-ic.
Rules. Structure.
Always lines and boundaries which should not be crossed.
It is known that an outline provides structure. I don’t like waiting in line, I want it now or soon.
Driving, you wait in lines. I got shat of that red devil-car. Little Miss Temptation. An addiction. An accident waiting to happen.
Writing, you create your own lines, or tracks, better yet, for others to follow. Mice stay off trails and on tracks. I do not have a one track mind. I do not have a mental GPS. The track I follow branches many times before it gets to wherever.
There is no grid, no topo, I just do what I have to do.
Yesterday I found the mouse dead across from I V Funeral home IV.
Ivers and Alcorn, not IV...ssorry, I got it worked out...
I'm doing Talking Heads now and I got it figured out.
I'm repeating myself, for one thing. I'm here for the party, the disco and am tired and need to rejuvenate, get stronger, more like Wayne Merry.
This video, is applicable, since many of you seem like talking heads, especially dear old Locker, who's happy to repeat himself. Breathe well, old fart, and let's hope to shake hands and share some smoke and laffs with CC and Lynnie soon.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I find myself liking my adopted naked city, Merced, despite all the rumors that abound concerning it, and find it's a good place. Damn the critics, but I am not defending the city. It's not under attack. I just want to crow about what is essentially, depending on residents' minds, a decent place to live in which to live. Dig?
Then go plant some large woody objects and make some roots there while you are in Lone Pine. Thank you, Myles Moser. Very mushly. The route is a branch of my planned track, now. I love the Eastside, and all, but that classic is still a possibility. Donini would love it! Do you think?
BTW, has anyone my brown hat with the Big Pine logo? It may have run off with the neebee knit socks! I'm serious. Those items meant so much, now I'm deprived of them. Just like when Nana passed in the sixties, owing me money for pinochle, the dear old bent woman.
I love you, Ora Belle of Idaho. You are my golden one. Did Leonard ever call you Spud, Sweet Tater, or what? Nana is a pretty name, too.
neebeeshaabookway. shaddokiddo, haiku lady, just seventeen
The last place I saw my wife’s body intact, and planted that last seed of love on her lips was actually inside Ivers and Alcorn Funeral Home. Home. HAH! It's a bus depot for cadavers! Nothing homelike there except that the structure looks cool from the outside, but is a little pearl of beauty in death, nonetheless. Comforting thought.
Ashes to ashes, little LennyBrews the deadmouse. You are resurrected now. It’s Monday and a holiday.
There are omens and there are omens. You were an omen. I recognized you as such.
It s just maybe coincidence, but my recent return to the arms of a man whom some claim to be god (I witness: among whom I number myself) along with neebee and some many others, convinces me otherwise: that this mouse’s death is a sign of change, especially considering the circumstances, and that I should listen the hell up.
There is more to tell, but the clock is running. Let’s see whether I am competent enough to get this all down in fifteen minutes. Dan Walrus and I made up a song in less than ten minutes, but I lost the lyrics because I became intoxicated, basically.
It was a real good song. And I recall a real good country song I penned alone for the beauty behind the bar at Reinero's later that night. But I can't remember the words, just the notion. I can do over, I know. I need to concentrate. It may be important.
Some things only happen once in a lifetime. That experience was one. It meant something to Dan, it meant something to me, because we're friends.
The relevance is that I am a fast writer. You see how many posts and pictures there are with my name on them.
I stated when first I made my entrance on this stage that The Flames thread might would be a good way to write a book, maybe. It proved to be true, though how much of what’s in the thread will be used, actually, in the end book and ancillary products—CDs, videos, poems—remains to be seen and used.
Having said that, what next?
I went through a mind-bending experience yet again today. This full moon may have something to do with this catharsis, but that’s superstition and I have deep feelings about that versus keeping to a path that is more Christlike, but that’s the hard part, because Christ was here as part of God’s plan. I hope I believe that for the rest of my days. It's a peaceful and an easy feeling.
This is not a bible, it is not mother’s church, either.
I'm walkin' a new way, a new trail, track, doin' a new dance.
neebbe is a great dance teacher, by the way.
Because of this catharsis, the removal of something big that blocked my progress developing a long-standing project, begun in the year Nana died and having everything to do with her, the Mouse is feeling free. And having good, or better mojo, not the mediocre quotidian brand, is what needs to happen if I am to be happy with myself.
I was not happy with myself over telling this grandmother of stories that needs telling. It rings very much like Abbey's Fool's Progress, his big novel, his pet project revolving around picaresque themes and involving that dog. Which sits well with old John Steinbeck and his poodle, intelligent dogs, really, and not avalanche fodder.
Sorry to burst Tami's bubble. She will get over it, off her high horse, and be real for once. Get yer tongue out of yer cheek, Mouse, you might choke! sez she of the line drawings! Love you, cheri. :0)
It’s important or I wouldn’t be telling this on the Taco.
Everything I do is important to me now, and my baby Qs are watching my pees.
I don’t have to dot every tee, either, just to stay on someone’s good side.
I have banished the cats to the bathroom for messing with the mice, who mean no harm. In the john, they look good. It’s all they are good for, after all, looking good. Cats. Who in hell needs them. I used to own cats, but I was married to the sweetest kitty in the world and knew it. I made good friends with the nicest and prettiest, Tootser, but I had her put to death and then Liz died the next week.
U know, certainly, that there is no real good use for felines. If all they do is amuse, one thing. Sorry, zBrown. I'll STFU before I hurt your feelings, mate. Otay?
They cats are sly bastions and deserve no love from me. No, I’m not superstitious. Yep, I’m a man who wants to be like the gentlest person who ever came down and took care of business and took off again leaving nothing jive humans in charge. Those sucker Egyptians are to be pitied. All I got.
I am a product of Catholic education and last night I celebrated a funeral mass for my fallen buddy, Lenny, and I always thought I might be a pretty good priest were it not for the celibacy rule. Yet more pity.
Bring in the clown, we're having a pity party.
I have a story to tell, before I go to heaven or hell. S sacred trust? No, not truly. A veiled deathbed request which must be honored if I am to die happy and fulfilled.
Meantime, the flames will damp down, but the campfire will not go out, there are others to sit up all night nursing the coals, waiting (I'm done waiting) for sunsight.
Mouse needs a working vacation.
I don’t waste my talent here. It’s put to good use. I simply need to try to put them to some use for myself for a while, and I think it may not be long.
I have made literally dozens of new friends on the pages of the Taco.
I have learned much. I have taught more, but there is no price on my knowledge. I find some of your thoughts useful, even spectacular, and ignore much.
The vibrations have been ringing in my head for weeks and I sensed impending change. I will embrace it and love doing so. I will not be risking anything. It’s a guaranteed way to get something from my frenetic pace, which only gets faster the closer I come to the end of my race.
Read between lines.
Empty yourself on the page.
Don’t hurt one another’s feelings.
Keep on truckin’.
I'm not here now.
Down the trail, I'll see you, pardners.
Book of the Done Crow, sequel to Book of the Dun Crow.
The Gospel of Mouse from Merced 38:47
Pix at eleven. Then, quien sabe, amigos?
Edit: my best friend here on Supertopo, thought that I had been banned.
What is ironic is that my friend rSin is the one who got himself banned. Fattrad, also a ban-Nana-head* himself, told me you have to work at being banned. rSin is a hard worker, no denying. Ora Belle could have gotten banned--she could be abrasive, to put it mildly.
HOW SORRY CAN I BE, nneebbee?
We always hurt the ones we love. I made this video last night after one hellacious day wandering around my little earthy heaven, Merced.
[Click to View YouTube Video] By way of apology, Tea Woman.
I talked shortly after this with Rev. Gary DOSS at a downtown storefront Baptist church last night and we prayed, briefly. I thought everyone should know. I am to become a pilgrim locked in a cell, which we artistic types call a studio, but it's a monk I will be, physically, more or less, and a pilgrim in my mind.
I may be back long before April's sweet showers soak the flower and bring forth the song of spring.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 08:45pm PT
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Confusing isn't it?
Oh, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
“Music is the only religion that delivers the goods.”
― Frank Zappa
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:08pm PT
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Return of the Nine Nights
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 17, 2014 - 11:57pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... ooops, forgot to share this...
darn:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darning
http://diyfashion.about.com/od/repairclothing/ss/How-To-Darn-A-Sock.htm
find needles in walgreens, type stores, etc...
and use a hardboiled egg, if NO darning-egg...
have fun, :)
a good sock, is worth the trouble, :)
OH AND:
we expect a report, ;))
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 18, 2014 - 12:01am PT
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hey there say, ron.... wow, i know... mouse is confusing sometimes,
it must be 'cause we don't speak 'mouse'...
but--i do know that he is trying to write some things about
an important situation, from the past, of a friend/family member...
so that might be why we are confused??
but then:
i though it was me... i get confused easy, here, at times...
i think i NEED:
a--
program, ;)
EDIT:
thought, like any mouse-field, in the greatoutdoors, it is nice to explore and look around... things to learn, great historic stuff... cars that pass by... trees and trail, clouds, flowers, sunsets, nearby buildings...
music in the air...
lots of stuff from all kinds of 'animal, vegetable, and minerals, and squeaky mouse-lingo word tricks, add to the adventure...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2014 - 02:04am PT
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Eleven o'clock.
I'm in time for my farewell party, no pity, please. Right back, just puching the clock and two minutes late.
"At least I'm consistent, boss."
And stilll he'd write me up.
I'll be back in just a minute.
I have an hour.
I won't waste your time with drivel tonight.
Drivel is in the mind of the beholder.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2014 - 03:14am PT
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I intend to use what I have witnessed here and other places to secure me a small piece of that collective memory.
I've been described here on the ST as a sage, and I need to learn Athena's secrets.
I've been called saintly. I intend to follow the Good Book, starting with the Book of James, which is my actual given baptismal name. Name-calling is not controlling one's tongue. It makes me sad to see my friends trashed and gossiped about and that eventually stirs a tiger in my blood and I don't like the feline association.
Yes, I am speaking of the recent flap that drove Dwain out, first of all.
I'm also now very well-acquainted with rSin. We are confidants. I reached out, the ONLY one to my knowledge to have done so. It was a most pleasant surprise. Too late for the rest of you. He is unable to control his tongue. I empathized greatly and decided to "risk" getting acquainted with a mad man.
Chongo speaks for himself.
I really want to thank Throwpie, my sidekick from Chico and Merced and the Factory Outlet in Berkeley. He and I have spoken and interacted little in the last thirty-forty years. But we are still both originals from way down in the fog belt. John Muir came here from Wisconsin. Not that I'm John Muir, but some of that guy is in all of us. I want that kind of respect and it's too easy to find faux respect here for lame sh#t that I write, which any good editor might laugh at but still refuse. Muir had a very florid style, a man of his times. I am way to hip for some of you, it seems. I want to meet John in the middle and have a go at a rep like that.
Supertopo cred ain't beans in the REAL WORLD.
Sounds like a First World Problem? The 1-2-3 world ended the day the Cold War died, folks, so why don't you get hip and use really relevant terms. Try original. Go picaresque.
That's what's up and I'm turning out the light in the window. The Tioga, or Middle Earth, suits me fine, and it is being restored and made into the Tioga 2.0, making it a second class Apartment Hotel, but what's it to me? I live here, on the northern side of the building (the shady side) and my room is right of the shaft in the center of the picture. Yell up, sound carries really well out of that alley, and I'll open the window and shout back and come down and hug you like no tomorrow if you want to see me.
You can always email me in advance. I'm losing the telephone for the next few months by choice. It's a distraction.
3 minutes to midnight.
Drama queen.
Just simple gifts, kids.
We are all leaves in the wind and magic and grace are alive and around.--Thank you, Buffy.neebee is my best friend and I want you to know it. I don't have to be her best friend. We only just met, it seems. But things are going well now, better than before, and the future is looking so bright I might need that missing ball cap that says Big Pine and I might have to find those cheap sunglasses.
Finally, thank you all for the gift of friendship, shared wisdom, shared good times, and shared sorrow.
[Click to View YouTube Video]From my very favorite story ever.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 18, 2014 - 06:28am PT
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hey there say, mouse, are you okay? we are all your good friends, but you are getting really complex, at times...
hope your health is okay? i know you mentioned it here, a few times...
or are you just caught up in your writing??
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:06am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:17am PT
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Accessorize to traverse the perilous drivel mine field.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:52am PT
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You worry too much, you talka me to death, but you never seem to read enough between the lines, neebs.
to the norwegians and the lollie lady from skansas:
jeg skal gå på ski senere.
Chapter the First is now born and baptized.
I have progeny again, neebs, but other than that, I'm fine as frog hair and made it through my first day with no abuse of substance to report.
There is a new lady in my life.
Kitty.
I'm in heaven, and Gabe says "HI, GENE. STay clean, you horny bastion."
Shofar, my brethren, so good. As my man J.Steinbeck wrote,
"Once again the world was spinning in greased grooves."
Climbing metaphor: It's hard to let go sometimes, but let go you must.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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Feb 18, 2014 - 10:57pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
listen @ 9:15
If you need someone to talk to as the wretched garbage is exiting your system (tearing you apart on its way out, because you know it will), you call me. I don't care what time it is, you call me. The new moving in may feel like demons straight from Hell, but like everything else, its edges will soften with time...and you will be a free bird.
listen @ 9:15 again
You are loved, Mouse. Like it or lump it.
You should know that a couple of hours ago, I saw and read for the first time (as it arrived in the mail today), Bill's Death Certificate.
Reading between the lines leaves lots of room for interpretation...scaring the living sh*t out of the people who love you? I know you don't want to inflict that kind of pain. Because I know your heart.
Listen...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 19, 2014 - 12:12am PT
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hey there say, ... wow, three cheers to lilabiene, as the old westerns would say:
white hat hero, arrives on the scene, :)
ps:
dear dearest audry, oh my... very sad to hear the death certificate pain, but
VERY thankful that you have YET another piece of the beloved father...
hugs as this mixed emotion time...
i am cherishing things of my daddy's too, in other ways,
and a view new ones that arrive, as well...
happy merced to you mouse-- spring and freshness, are on the way, :)
just a few more months... mice do well in the new blossom season...
you can too!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 19, 2014 - 01:42am PT
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Well...not trying to read too deep into the Mouse....but, he always amazed me with his ability to just walk up to the edge and peer over, checking out 2,000 feet like it was 10. Me, I would be on all fours. Exposure was not an issue for him.
I'll give you a buzz next time i'm in the Ced.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2014 - 11:00am PT
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Not Ed Roth, he fe dead. A game of mouse and cat?
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Barbarian
climber
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Feb 19, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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ZBrown....thanks for making me think of my dear friend Ed. He would have loved that shot!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2014 - 10:29pm PT
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Barbarian:
I met Mr. Roth once at a car show in Balboa Park, San Diego. I managed to lose my weirdo shirt somehow through the years.
To be his friend, that's something else. I think he would have appreciated this thread. It is after all about carz. For those too young to remember.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 20, 2014 - 09:53am PT
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I know this thread is about cars, but there must be some afficiandos (look it up, not a CV word for bull fighters) of basketball, music, movies, and the great outdoors.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 11:19am PT
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Purblebee, plus however many for you.
Praise God for bringin' us together, you 'n me,
ALONE, but not really,
for your first real visit with Bill's beloved Yosemite.
He was, you see, unbeknownst to us, with us that night.
Glad he was not driving, huh?
The reason he chose me, I've figured it out, is my password into the B&N sales-generating tool, the computer: DOLT.
Why I chose that back in '97 when they initiated the system, I haven't a clue, except for the irony.
True irony is born, not made, in the so-called "Belle Lettres" gene, which you and I obviously have intact,
and so, of course, does MisterE, but he has yet to really get on track with it.
I have faith.
I was just thinking the other night, on the way over to the Mission,
that a band on the top of the Tioga might be a happening thing,
but the manager of the place, Rose the Compassionate, and her assistant, Tami the Tender,
are both afraid of heights.
That's right out, so why not ask the Lark Service for permits for the summit of Tis-a-ack?
Merry's bro is Billy Idol's bassist, David Lee Roth would jump on board,
and maybe we could light up the NW Face with a slide show.
That video lifted my spirit like a Forrest Gump feather.
I don't want to cut off something to spite anyone.
The flap with the eKitty still rankles.
I tried to raise our game in response to her pointed thrust. She won't answer any emails, sends them back.
I am so f*#khead up over a tiff with a long-standing poster that it makes my insides hurt when I think of it.
There, I've said it again.
It's like the gal in HS who won't dance with you because you really can't but
you don't know that and it hurts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 12:17pm PT
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Trevanian, you rocked my world with your work.
The love for the Pyrenees and the Basque culture is there for the whole world to see.
I recommend they be read particularly by climbers who travel to other parts of the world.
Don't Try To Put No Poochie-Woochie On The King of Rocks In The Road Of Life.
We pulled off a rescue of a pit bull, a real sweetheart on the Main the other morning.
I was proceeding in a southeasterly di-rection, your grace, when I spied this couple and "their" dog.
He had no leash applied to no collar, and I thought I should observe them. It turned out to be the case, your grace, that the animal in question was on his own.
Since Budweiser trucks and such are frequently seen on the Main and are imimical
to dogs crossing the street on their own, we "streeties" decided to become the dog's friend
and while they watched the animal, I called out to the meter maid, Jessica the Just,
who was glad for a break from her task of metering out tickets to stupid people.
Fanque's Fair, do you recall?
P. Fanques http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/pablo-fanques-fair-71575787/
Good stuff, from the Dog Whisperer and MORE BESIDES! www.smithsonianmag.com
She was glad to call it in, whereas Sally Sourpuss from Starbucks had not done so when I politely asked for her assistance.
Too many people in line, and only two to deal.
I had earlier looked for patrol patrol cars, but there were none.
An MPD Volunteer assisted with the round-up, providing a leash.
Then the Animal Control Officer arrived and he led the sweetest pit bull in the world to Babylon.
He explained the system to me when I asked and it's not as cruel as you might think;
but sad things happen to all of us even when we are trying to be "good dogs."
The animal is first of all checked for the presence of an ID chip. If one is there (and they HURT when they are inserted, but it beats the chamber) then their worries are over at the Animal Shelter.
If there is no chip, the "nasty dogs" are sent to the pound.
For the "tractable dogs," if they have no chip, they are sent to a five-day
shelter program.
The Shelter posts the dog on Craigslist and that remains up until the dog is adopted out,
but the five days is for the owner to check this place on the web.
I suppose this is explained to the owner when the chip is embedded.
If they don't claim the dog, it is available for adoption.
Relevance to climbing? Fucjh if I know.
Relevance to living a good life? All Joy Scouts should try to do a good deed daily.
There is no Basque Shepherd breed, right? Just the German and the Collie and all the rest.
Dogs understand more than we'll ever know. They have the best noses.
I heard about a $10,000 rescue-trained German Shepherd from Amyjo today.
He lives in Aspen and the lucky pooch is retired, too.
He lives with the Don of SAR, Mr. Ferrara, who doesn't drive no Ferrari.
Thanks, Amyjo.
Thanks, zBrown.
And thanks, Mr. Dolt.
Ron, it's a thankless task.
Really. Everyone's got an opinion, but not everyone is an azzahill, a mountain no more.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 01:27pm PT
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Scott Ruffalo, Liz's boy all the way, replied to this photo posted on FaceBook:
Scott wrote: "I love that sound. That and the sound of a good motorcycle. Sounds of freedom."
Scott owned a skateboard shop not once but twice, his mother managed the Modified Motorcycle Association, and his dad (now RIP, I found) was an ace scooter mechanic.
His shops were magnets for the young skaters. I should write that book, too.
"Absolutely Free."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 01:46pm PT
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Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding oer the old disgrace when
Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the fern.
Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand hed secure
Til he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh OByrne
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on well go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
[fiddles play A section of Swallowtail Jig]
See the swords of Glen Imaal, a flashing oer the English pale
See all the soldiers of the Gael beneath OByrnes banner
Rooster of a fighting stock would yet let the English c*#k
Cry out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd out with sword, on well go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
[Intro Instrumental]
[fiddles play A section of Swallowtail Jig]
Now from Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Og OMore at sending loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey has fled, now for Black Fitzwilliams head
Well send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd out with sword, on well go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd out with sword, on well go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
Or down.
We can maybe have some bouldering on the Dolmen which may be related to zBrown.
Not one of the Monkees have ever seen it, likely, esp. Mickey Dolmen, Circus Freak Boy.
U2/Ordinary Love
The sea wants to kiss the golden shore
The sunlight warms your skin
All the beauty that's been lost before wants to find us again
I can't fight you any more, it's you I'm fighting for
The sea throws rock together but time leaves us polished stones
We can't fall any further
If we can't feel ordinary love
And we can't reach any higher,
If we can't deal with ordinary love
Birds fly high in the summer sky and rest on the breeze.
The same wind will take care of you and I.
We'll build our house in the trees.
Your heart is on my sleeve
Did you put it there with a magic marker?
For years I would believe that the would couldn't wash it away
'Cause
We can't fall any further
If we can't feel ordinary love
And we can't reach any higher
If we cannot deal with ordinary love
Are we tough enough for ordinary love?
We can't fall any further, if
We can't feel ordinary love
And we can't reach any higher,
If we can't deal with ordinary love
We can't fall any further, if
We can't feel ordinary love
And we can't reach any higher,
If we can't deal with ordinary love
Believe me, it's time for a sunbath on the Moussolini Balcony, some plane spotting, some pigeon dropping, and U NO.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2014 - 07:55pm PT
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But instead
I did head
to V.A. land.
Pneumonia?
Had to check,
What the heck.
No doctor
In today.
Mañanay.
Got a ride:
Merced's pride
The Bus, Gus.
No big fuss,
Miranda's there
In Raley's Square.
I took my camera out for the sake of preparedness.
I know that you never know,
but if you have the camera,
then you can tell
during "show and tell."
So I landed a ride when a friend of Skip's, Neil Camp, saw me and stopped to say, "What's happenin', Mouse?"
Got the appt. and went to the bus stop, but not fast, it was a nice afternoon, lots of time. I went into Miranda's, lately of the Main.
Door stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Door stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella.--Hollies
6 bits used to mean seventy-five cents. It was once the price of a shave and a haircut.I'm only flesh and blood
But I can be anything that you demand
I could be president of General Motors baby, heh
or just a tiny little grain of sand.--Al Kooper
Home again, home again,
Jiggety-jig.[photoid=345993Your tail, it makes my heart soar like the hawk, my son. Let's go over to the Mission and see how the fare is tonight."--Old Botched Skins
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2014 - 09:04pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... very nice merced stuff...
glad to see you are 'back on the game board' and DID go past go and DID collect 200 BUCKS in 'game credit' (not big game, mind you, that kind of game, fair though it is, in season, might make bucks, less, as well as does??)...
well, track phone is ringing, got to go...
say, check your email later!!!!! also, i got a neat prayer...
will share...
thanks for sharing your camera lense and all it finds by trail!
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2014 - 11:11pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... back fast... for the art thread... but say...
as to this:
I was just thinking the other night, on the way over to the Mission,
that a band on the top of the Tioga might be a happening thing,
but the manager of the place, Rose the Compassionate, and her assistant, Tami the Tender,
are both afraid of heights.
that would be really neat... music set up there...
:)
also, love the YARN ABOUT THE THRIFT SHOP...
very nice place!!!
lot's of the pics are now loading...
thank you so much for sharing...
good eve, now... to you all...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2014 - 08:09am PT
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I intend to write on the Coonrods and the Larsons, my mom's side of my family,
the ones know as the wild ones to the other side, the Berminghams and the Millers.
They were in their glory days. If you can call the Depression glorious at all,
this might be the place.
How glorious to have worked all night, in a generated-light highway construction site,
only to have to go home watching a sunrise that's coming from directly in front of you,
as you travel over the section of the road you just finished.
How much pride do you feel in the accomplishment?
Or how glorious to have a famous celebrity pop his head in the door of your shop and ask,
"Can I get a shave here, or should I go find a barber, ladies?"
Nana could shave your mug, no problem.
Do you say, after the shave,
"Why, yes, I'd love to go out with you. My husband just went on swing shift.
I'll just close up a little early?"
Nana never was baptized, but Leonard, my grandad, was a Catholic.
As were Gramma and Grampa B. I'm pretty sure their approval rating was good,
because they both did have jobs, when they moved to Redding for the construction of
Shasta Dam at the end of the Great Depression.
Plus, they liked Bobbye, my mom, as who would not?
The result so far in my efforts is one chapter, some half-dozen vignettes, and some research into the past.
It's a pleasant thing, writing about people you knew all your life till their death,
as it memorializes them, shows you cared about the times you shared, and entertains others (one hopes).
It must be quite different for Lilabiene, having no intimate knowledge nor having even spoken to Bill or her mother.
I've been watching The Shadow STrikes, a story about LaMont Granston, the Shadow, in order to get the feel of that era. Besides, it's a mystery, like much of Larson history. I hope to travel to Idaho someday this year.
I need to see more and earlier films, so that the scenes can be accurately described.
"T Hocking, put down that shiv. This is a gunfight, not a knife fight. I like that homburg, by the way."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2014 - 10:47am PT
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Feb 21, 2014 - 11:15am PT
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Something is special about the flames. They dance and wave and hypnotize you into a deep stare. People can have long conversations while focussing on the flames, not being rude for not looking at each other while the fires on. I think it's in our DNA to admire what once and still is one of the greatest gifts of this earth, some say by cooking meat it let our stomachs shrink, allowing more energy to develope a more complex brain. We are the only species to cook our meat, but it seems animals have an awe for it as well. They seem to be a little wary of it. I want to do a drawing of a cave man lighting a lighter for the first time. The expression on his face would be total awe and excitement and even some of the animal's wariness. Today a lighter is around a dollar, back then it would have been one of the greatest assets to own.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 21, 2014 - 01:19pm PT
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A burning fire is the one program we have all watched since the first show, from who knows when.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2014 - 03:51pm PT
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Depends on how you look at it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2014 - 04:00pm PT
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Back to carz
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2014 - 07:18pm PT
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At bottom (and at top, too), a mountain peak is only the manifestation of the inclined plane in nature.
The slope from the gutter to the sidewalk, as well.
An ocean wave is another.
Trains travel on very slight slopes on their rails.
That should do it, except for dog sledding and go karts. And let's not forget the bus, Otay?
Our Raymond CDF station got to contribute their bit to the Watts Riots, by taking care of a station in the Salton Sea area. Glad they did not take me along. I got to go on a real forest fire in Oakhurst. While the blacks were burning their neighborhood, the locals in Madera County tried to burn down (or up) Deadwood Mountain by losing control of their "controlled burn." Good name for a place yer gonna burn: Deadwood.
Nice flames, This Just In.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 12:06am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 02:50am PT
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Attributed to a 17th C. nun.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2014 - 04:53am PT
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hey there say, mouse... more nice photos... makes me wish i was back at old neighborhood , walking and clicking, with the ol' camera...
well, got more other projects, as of these last few years, so i set that on hold, a bit... but, still got some of that fun, in the ol' back yard, too, :)
did not forget the cars... will wait for perhaps sunday night... hopefully...
happy good week end... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 05:21am PT
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The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast
For that was ripe, and fell full fast.
Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high:
One acorn they left, and no more might you spy.
Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly
He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy!
Blacker was he than blackest jet,
Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet
He picked up the acorn and buried it straight
By the side of a river both deep and great.
Where then did the Raven go?
He went high and low
Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go.
Many Autumns, many Springs
Traveled he with wandering wings:
Many summers, many Winters
I can't tell half his adventures.
At length he came back, and with him a She
And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree.
They built them a nest in the topmost bough,
And young ones they had, and were happy enow.
But soon came a Woodman in leathern guise,
His brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes.
He'd an axe in his hand, not a word he spoke,
But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,
At length he brought down the poor Raven's own oak.
His young ones were killed; for they could not depart,
And their mother did die of a broken heart.
The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever;
And they floated it down on the course of the river.
They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,
And with this tree and others they made a good ship.
The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land
Such a storm there did rise as no ship would withstand.
It bulged on a rock, and the waves rush'd in fast;
Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to the blast.
He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls--
See! see! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls!
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all; and Revenge it was sweet!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(courtesy of rSin, known as the artist JJ, a friend of mine)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2014 - 10:31am PT
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Crash on the Levee mama (or near it anyway) N 32° 36.151 W 116° 50.696
The pilot and co-pilot--and, to a lesser extent, a Federal Aviation Administration employee who gave them instructions--were officially blamed Monday for the plane crash on Otay Mountain last year that killed eight members of country singer Reba McEntire's band.
The twin-engine executive jetliner slammed into 3,570-foot Otay Mountain at 1:43 a.m. on March 16, 1991, about three minutes after it took off from Brown Field, near the U.S.-Mexico border.
All 10 on board were killed, including pilot Don Holms; co-pilot, Chris Hollinger; tour manager Jim Hammon, and musicians Chris Austin, Paula Evans, Terry Jackson, Kirk Cappello, Michael Thomas, Anthony Saputo and Joey Cigianero. McEntire and other members of her entourage were on another plane.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 11:20am PT
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It's Lenny![Click to View YouTube Video]You were expecting that wannabe Copland?
Cheese!!!
CANDIDE CAMERA
F-stop It, Mouse, you leave your house,
Each day has different light,
The scenes you shoot are much the same,
One day you’ll get them right.
You look at things with glassy eyes
At mountains, cars, and cloudy skies,
You snap the scene, the face, the “look,”
You’d like to make a picture book.
And so you edit, edit, edit,
Crop and chop and fade,
Maybe someday God will grant
Your fortune to be made.
"Cela est bien dit, répondit Candide, mais il faut cultiver notre jardin."
-Monsieur Voltaire
Now the way I see it, the best things in life are free.
Souls, for example.
I could have started an ordinary thread, for sure, and called it "The Blames." But how original is that on the Supertopo?
Not very.
We'll take the drivel and drive it out to the end of the pier, dump it, smoke a jay and hear some tunes. And take a few pix to post on This Just In's or on Guido's threads, for instance, where no acrimony exists.
Bastions in the sky keep on turning a blind eye to the rest of the cruddy world of politics, eco-freaks, and hate-mongers.
I'm happiest in our own garden, with my friends, few but valued and loyal and some of whom actually still climb.
5.6, ISO 800, let's all go to Coffee Bandits. I'm NOT buying today. I'm sober.
Have a Great Saturday and I hope you come home safe.
With images.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 12:15pm PT
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Fire On the Mountain
Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get out, get out of the door
Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core
There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town
Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down
Fire! Fire on the mountain
Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat
You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat
But you're here alone, there's no one to compete
If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true
Fire! Fire on the mountain
Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake
Naux faux in this civilly-run thread. McNaughton much!
Vaya con dios, Ian. Gaux with God, sir.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 12:42pm PT
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Jesus says to his followers, "The Flames of Hell shall not prevail.
And The Flames of Merced shall ride low and cruise slow and they are our homies.
Go now and spread the Word. Please take some more fishes and loaves, too, by all means, guys. How did you like the wine? Cana, '33."
"Lord?"
"Yes, James, son of Thunder?"
"I thought we were to go fishing down at Briceburg."
"Well, eventually. But I think Paradise can wait."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
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Barrett Junction, (east of Otay Mtn. - courtesy of Wheelbase Magazine))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 02:41pm PT
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Psiliboy, please, why no knee pads?
Alla same, a great time was had watching that one! Whew!
And name that tune, por favor.
And thank you for them tunes you passed along!
But I left Ed Phones at the bar, bud.
[Click to View YouTube Video]For ewNice.* No more mentioning of wizards and witches.
Civility Code, U.C. Luke's Veritas is mine, too.
Luke 6:27-36
English Standard Version (ESV)
Love Your Enemies
27 “But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28 bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. 29 To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic[a] either. 30 Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back. 31 And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.
32 “If you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. 33 And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. 34 And if you lend to those from whom you expect to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to get back the same amount. 35 But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil. 36 Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.
Merced downtown's a violence and hate free place, like this one.
It all begins here, in Middle Earth, in the middle of California.
* Satire seeks to hold up the mirror, not to break it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 02:49pm PT
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Big Music, Big Band.
Old school rock and roll.
zBrown's good today, in'he?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Rock 'n' roll Saturday.
Not Spanky and Our Gang.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 03:05pm PT
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Four tee tude.
A soupcon of attitude.
Buds, let's not be too crude.
Several ladies are present.
Kakawete. I think it is also called ST. VINCENT'S PLUM.They are so broke, they need St. Vincent's thrifty ways, so they certainly shop there.
I got some wine glasses there last year.
One broke when I packed it up when the roaches got sprayed, and I didn't know.
I nearly cut my hand on the thing, two nights ago, whist shifting things around,
looking for something else in that basket of kitchen items.
I was being protected, I believe, from a partial faux stigmata.
"The sound of one hand bleeding matches the rhythm of one heart bleeding."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 03:43pm PT
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More street shots from last Saturday.Gentle people with powers in their chairs. She moves right along in that rig, quite happy to be alive and in the sun.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 04:55pm PT
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Wonderful book, Misfortune, by Wesley Stace. There is a (dead) sister of the protagonist named Dolores. He spend his time inside a doll house conversing and playing with her shade. She fell to her death from a tree while they contemplated the clouds in the high branches. She was only five. She is AKA Anonymous(e).
Complications abound: He is in need of an heir, apparently, to satisfy his mum, who is not mum, just lays in bed and cannot move her limbs, waiting for him to regenerate the Loveall; Pharaoh delivers and manages to escape to live another day. The tyke is supposedly a he, but really a she. How can a she inherit in the early eighteenth century under British law?
I'm just now getting into it. It's like candy. A chapter a day keeps the Doctor away. It's very funny in parts, and full of lore about the richest folk in Great Britain (not very nice), as well as the poorest (some nice, like some mice). Very like Dickens.
That said, it's a beautiful day. I'm takin' it to the streets.
Ciao for niaow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2014 - 12:01am PT
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Big fifty year high school reunion coming up in September. There's a website and all. So this is a duplicate post I guess.
[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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Feb 23, 2014 - 12:57am PT
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Kazantzakis can dance,
Zanz can't dance.
Let us dance & sing,
Ching, ching, ching.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
UC είναι αρκετά για εσάς;
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2014 - 01:42am PT
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Manana, super people and super trolls.
See ya to da bike race, eh?
This ain't no troll.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2014 - 06:43am PT
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Hey, climbing content is not appreciated. I know.
You don't come here for it, do you?
Bull.
More of it here than on lots of other places.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 23, 2014 - 10:38am PT
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To stay in Denmark:
Hanne Boel - Soundtrack of the night
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The flames are an extra plus...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2014 - 10:41am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2014 - 10:52am PT
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How does stuff get from here to there. Part 1. O-Tay!
The Dulzura Conduit is a 13-mile-long aqueduct beginning at Lake Barrett, mostly concrete-lined but partly flumes, pipelines, and tunnels. Passing through remote and rugged terrain the Conduit diverts water west to Dulzura Creek leading to the Otay River. The water then flows through the river channel into the Lower Otay Reservoir.
http://groksurf.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/dsc6430a.jpg
Yeah but that's like the chicken without the egg isn't it? O-Tay{2}!!
Morena Reservoir is located in East County about 45 miles from San Diego, near Campo. Water released from Morena flows down Hauser Canyon and into Barrett Reservoir.
Yeah, but from whence the water in Morena? O-Tay{∞}!{∞}
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2014 - 11:07am PT
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Listen up. A flow chart from a Cal-grad of flumes on The Flames.
He secretly belonged to the fraternity Sigma Otay Sigma.
At their secret UNDERBROWNED meetings, he sat in the very front row, went with the flow, dontcha know?
I heard that via the Grapevine.
I remember it well, because we were listening to Twine Time at the time.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I know this great song from the only day I ever played (seriously) hookie from dear old MHS in 1966. Mickey Padilla and I hopped into his Karman-Ghia and went to the pool hall, then located across from the Merced Theater on The Main Drag. I played this several times in between racking the balls.
I could not beat the Mick, try as I would. He is the one who informed my mom that she was "Mrs. Mouse," because he had just met me on that day in 1961, a day after my nickname had been installed.
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Gene
climber
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Feb 23, 2014 - 01:46pm PT
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Mouse bump!
g
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2014 - 12:34am PT
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Cambridge, St. John's College, 1940.
The True Last Bastion of Civility and Culture.
Following the February, 1942, capture of Singapore, I think things got less idyllic for many of these gents and ladies.
The climbing content begins after 14:00.
http://www.cam.ac.uk/research/news/captured-on-film-footage-of-cambridge-student-life-during-wwii
I would love to see comments from General S.P.R. Taco.
And the Japs thought they had it going on with their bowing and the tea serving routine--I guess we showed them.
WWII alpine pack howitzer and ammo train, Nazi style. Short, with mules.
http://www.criticalpast.com/video/65675050523_German-mountain-troopers_World-War-II_mule-packs_75-mm-pack-howitzer
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 24, 2014 - 10:31am PT
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Thanks for your continuing efforts in the medical arena.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2014 - 10:34am PT
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When Mozart's Olympus stopped working, he simply borrowed Pachelbel's Canon.
Moving on to page 3921, another dead deaf prexy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2014 - 10:56am PT
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Ronnie's birthday was earlier this month. He is not included in the memorializing of Presidents for good reason.
This is subject to change.
Nothing is written in the stars.
Totally whitebread.
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/reference/facts.html
We're Going to Disney World
Starry-eyed kids from out of town
Flocking to Hollywood
Finding a gig that pays the rent down
Even if one was some handsome clown
Matinee idols from the West Coast
Elected to Washington
Of stars and jelly beans each does boast
The way to get things done
Ronald "Rong" Reagan
Nancy "Drew" Reagan
I went to sleep and when I woke up they were heroic for having preserved us from the Russkis and Chinese.
As if he were some master strategist.
As if the stars can guide us.
Ahmerica, Ahmerica
America, how blind can you be?
The media twist you like old plastic bags.
There is little I can add to their "legacy."
The truth is not out there and never has been.
White lies become yellow journalism and turn into dark ones.
No light shines in the political wilderness ever.
It's all mirrors and distorted images.
It's a darkroom out there.
The last political pundit will still point to their achievement.
Then he's gonna die and go straight to a re-education center.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2014 - 11:12am PT
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May you be twice blessed before the devil knows you are dead.From the twin BB brains, Brian Bermingham and his daughter, Bevin the Beautiful American.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2014 - 12:21pm PT
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I would start a sunrise photo thread
But you all seem to lay in bed
When Sol comes knocking on your windows.
It's hard to sleep
It makes me weep
And so I look for the dawn, which glows.
Shirt tail calculating, including the leap years.
built in 1928.
Best I can do this morning.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2014 - 12:51am PT
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For Mr. zBrown, whom I hold in excellent regard. Thank you, man, my rhythmic, fired-up friend.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 25, 2014 - 11:19am PT
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Interesting that the shadowy figure on the left appears to be holding the camera - No?
You're in the wrong place my friend, (perhaps) you better leave
The rather large one on the right, while neither illegal nor a smuggler was rolling after me like I was Indiana Jones.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 25, 2014 - 11:31am PT
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The Flumes you say. Yeah we got 'em.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2014 - 11:40am PT
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Makes me want to pee, but there's a queue for the men's.
Potty poopers abound in and around
Cleveland.
Howser 'bout that?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 25, 2014 - 03:21pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2014 - 04:23pm PT
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NICE SHOT! Is that the front man for The Dead Presidents?
In answer to the question, "Lord, please save me from your followers! Amen." That's almost a paraphrase of "Lawd Have Merced", isn't it?"--
I'll have to pray on it.
Close, but no cigar.
(It was a short prayer: "WTF, Jesus, ya old *, should I tell him?")
The temptation of the mouse in the frosty mug.
Day nine.
My own set--
The gate to the road to Triple I Peek.And the best way to get there via that road (not maintained in winter).The watchdog. He doesn't LOOK like much, but remember the Hopping Mad Rabbit from Monty Python's Quest? The larger cojones, the more fight in the dog. Check'em out for yourselves and be warned.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Feb 25, 2014 - 05:42pm PT
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Mouse
Home finally, miles to go before I can ...........
Need the R&R now can download more photos plus get to your neck of the woods. March 4th could be a day.
Now catching up, seen you been busy, busy. Pain?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 25, 2014 - 06:11pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2014 - 06:19pm PT
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Nah, haven't made a nickel off this. Not a pain gig.
I saw you
U saw me
Crosscut
Miter
Might
Not bee
I'm full of mucous.
What rhymes with mucous?
I cuss you
You cuss me
Fartknocker
Fuddy0dudy
One
Two Three
How-DEE!
Doo-DEE!
You dee man
Knock that fart
As
As much as you can
March 4, it is.
No phone.
PM is called for.
Please do so
At your leisure
And take a nap
I would like to
But keep lying down
And coughing up
Chunks
Of gunk
In the bunk
I never more than doze off
So I need Sominex
but am embarrassed of funds
Ah sleep, restful sleep, sleep, sleep
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Feb 25, 2014 - 06:36pm PT
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March the force it will be, PM works since Modesto AM; will be in a shiny new car. Colour? I do not no. I see the lungs thought it might be or concerned down the road.
Still a lot before we go to sleep. What is sleep wish I knew, had it one time but need more so many more.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 26, 2014 - 01:28am PT
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Chess in the eleventh grade.
Venus In Furs
from The Velvet Underground & Nico
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes and goes, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells
Please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
This link explains the song lyrics.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_in_Furs
MooseCruel, you bitch. :0)
Take that.
Climbing can never be a companion, only your mistress or master.
DON'T CONTADICT ME, WORM!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2014 - 02:58am PT
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T Hocking, answering your question from the other thread about the Tioga upgrade.
I don't need no steenkin' upgrade and my apartment don't neither.
Here, take a look, but first lemme 'splain the plan here. No apartments get renovated until the tenants move out. Then, they get around to it, depending. Some empties get fixed up quick, others are left with stains, ehem, reminiscent of the stalls on yer CD.
In my place the carpet and tile are new as of 2012, and the same for the AC/heater. The carpet soesn't match the drapes because I have only a Venusian Blind Fly Trap in the window. The paint...meh.
I visited Feaver today in the Star Bar and went to his place around the corner. I like mine bettr by far, as it's homier by far, but I work at it while he sits in the Star Bar, has a monster TV at home, and is happy living over Bobby Staring's garage..,So WTF.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2014 - 08:40am PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... was hoping you may have a yosemite report, if you made it up there to see the festival-light presentation...
hope you made it back, safe, by now...
:)
am trying to see all those neat apt, pics now...
will stop on back, later... very busy, for a few reasons, here,
at home, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dingus, briefly, the wall started with the print-outs of various spires, then worked its way to the OK Corral fixation, then to the banner year of SF sports, tag-teaming with men's mags and mom's kitsch.
There will be pix in plenty. U betcha.
Springtime means n00bish green things.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The NW Wall of the Past, includes Jim Shirley's kids, my kid, THE Niece, the Bermingham kids on Lenna's birthday, Amy's two kids, me with two of Liz's nephkids, Moses and Aaron in the desert, Liz feeding me cake, and Liz's resting spot at Seal Rock, the Cliff House, Great Highway, SF. Under the Tombstone: The Town Too Tough To Die movie poster.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thanks from the deep down bottom of my heart, for the ride, the ticket, and the camping. And the fun without the sun!
I happened to be shooting in the Indian Village next to the Yosemite Museum, when along came this giant gnome, another one-time denizen of the vicinity of North Merced County, like Delhi, being exposed to country ways, see. Then he had to become a "town kid," and that was followed eventually by an apprenticeship under that Batso dude with that whole posse. This old plaster of Paris map is just a foot taller than Glenn, probably weighs a lot more, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yosemite Steve.Sochi was big LAST week.The porch is now part of the Wilderness of Bureaucracy governing the Wilderness. No more YMS "GCAR" T-shirts.
"Rescue me, Come on and take my heart."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A Fire Down Below
An exclusive for The Flames thread, from L. Mouse de la Merced.
For Sterling Johnson and the Cast and Crew of Through the Eyes of a Buffalo Soldier, it was a huge night...(continued on pagina Quatro)....oops, ran out of copy.
I would have stuck around for the whole film, except for my embarrassing coughing fit.
"Be polite, Brian. You might have paid for your seat, but others paid just as much to see a cough-free performance."--Bobbye
And this was the Premiere, after all.
I loved what I saw, pertaining to Freedom, especially.
The Alternative Filmic Pride Prize, the Oscar the Grouch Award.Oscar de la Groucho, stat and director of Without Wages in Sinaloa, co-produced by Oscar de la Hoya, Karl-Oscar of Minnesota (rich bacelor farmer), and by the new film, Oscar is Always Right On, coming to Drive-In Theaters only, due to recent adwances in Smella-vision techniques.
It's my inner paparazzo, friends--he just won't let go.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Didaction on Highway 49.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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For the Plaidman, in whatever guise.You rock when you climb and reach for the skies.
"The first pitch is the hardest pitch, but where the heck is it?"--MisteriousE
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is time to Trip Report.
The lollygags are off. The punch lines are coming to a theater near you.
I liked camping in Upper Pines this week. It had distinct advantages over Camp 4, according to Mrs. Carolyn Daley, camping enthusiast and Martha of the Outdoors in my eyes. She's from Newman, near Hilmar, which does nothing to explain her talents, but let's say she is organized like Old Charlie Wooster from Rawhide. Not to mention that she's much better to look at.
We rolled into camp, Derek and I, at around ten p.m. on Friday. How long Carolyn had been there, I am not sure, but since the early morning, for sure. She elected to take a site in the Upper Pines Camp when she figured that walking in to Camp 4 with 3 canopies & two tents was just TOO INTENSE an experience. So we had the best site, in the first loop, near the main road and the toilet, each only requiring a slight jog to the shuttle stop or the turlett. And it was set up and still dry, as well.
It was cold, though, and boring, for her, having to wait for us, but she made do. If there were a bible quote you might like about faithful and dutiful wives, otay, this is the place for it.
I prefer this one shot of many wives.All the pix of camp are blurred, the autofocus thing again...
More, later today. Why rush good things?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, nice report... say, later this week i will have faster computer service, thanks to my kind brother (chappy) ... so i will see the pics, then...
say, as to this:
I would have stuck around for the whole film, except for my embarrassing coughing fit.
"Be polite, Brian. You might have paid for your seat, but others paid just as much to see a cough-free performance."--Bobbye
MOMs sure know how to say it, don't they...
good kind advice, sticks with us, for years...
they may THINK it goes in-and-out our ears...
but in the 'long run' it's a hip-hip ha'ray!
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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FLASH!!!!!
FLETCHER LIVES FOR HIS KIDS.
His kids surround him with a cocoon of light.
Thank you, and have a great Lent, gent!!!!
Get your kids up and dance and sing...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
One Sew True,
Two Sew Blue,
Three Sew New,
Four too few.
Five, five two,
Size six shoe,
Seven, heaven,
Eight, oh you.
Nine, me too,
Ten, jive you,
Eleven, one two,
Twelve, on cue.
"Dozens and dozens of babies, Carl."--Mrs. Newlywed Sagan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Ahwahnichi rancheria in the rear of the Yosemite Museum, a self-guiding walk into the past.From the 1996 film Color of a Brisk and Leaping Day by Chris Munch.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mariposa Zone youth choir, all twenty-one and don't hardly mind dyin'.[Click to View YouTube Video]Isaac Simpson on banjo.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Reckless, hell yeah!
Feckless? Hell no!
It's all about the fun found in friendly mountain breezes and cold-as-hell freezes and a case of cold-ass Keystone Light.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nesters made the West
Don't take that cowboy shine
Farmers feed the rest
If you've a beef that's fine
Talk to the hand with no thumb
Gee Whiz you're dumb
I only knew one kid from El Nido (El NYE-doh) and he was Monty Smith, who died in a boating accident off in the Gulf of California, Mexico. He was there the day I got my nickname. He was twice my size in the eighth grade, and he got up to milk cows, then came into town to go to school, then went home to help clean the dairy. RIP, never-old El Monty.
Some from last June--
Next, a short piece from another student journalist, Deborah Juarez, entitled "When Substitute Teachers Go Rong."
For those who care, the publication known as We'ced is an effort to let youths express themselves journalistically. It is not edited well, but that is just dandy. They only learn from their mistakes, not others'. You need to try your wings right out of El Nido, and then the world opens up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gran Torino
So tenderly your story is
Nothing more than what you see
Or
What you've done or will become
Standing strong do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now the tender breeze
Blows whispers through
My Gran Torino whistling another tired song
Engine hums and bitter dreams grow
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
Realign all the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far I drink instead
On my own oh,how I've known
The battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze
Blows whispers through
A Gran Torino whistling another tired song
Engine hums and bitter dreams grow
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
These streets are old
They shine with the things I've known
And breaks through the trees
They're sparkling
Your world is nothing more
Than all the tiny things
You've left behind
So tenderly your story is nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done or will become
Standing strong do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
Whispers through the Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song
Engine hums and bitter dreams grow
A heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
May I be so bold
And stay I need someone to hold
That shudders my skin they're sparkling
Your world is nothing more
Than all the tiny things you've left behind
So realign all the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far I drink instead
On my own
Oh how I've known the battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
Whispers through the Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song
Engine hums and better dreams grow
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, lovely lovely yosemite stuff share... and the town, and merced, and such, as well...
sad, as to the loss of the young man, :( so long ago...
not all the rest of the pics showed yet, so i will be back later...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And I hope that you did enjoy the walk through the Indian Village, neebee and everyone.
For I surely did. In my case, though, this was followed immediately by our of viewing Chris Munch's film on the YVRR, Color of a Brisk & Leaping Day. The exhibit of Indian Basketry at the Merced County Courthouse Museum is now closed, and another will be taking its place. I have several more shots of baskets from the Yosemite Museum and will be posting them as time allows.
As to the fate of my friend Monty Smith, he hung on a piece of the wreck of the boat, along with his dad, for many hours, but faded and slipped into the dark waters. Monty was the shield behind which I hid to be able to get to the opposing quarterback's flag in football during recess, thereby becoming the Mouse. Monty was special.
Like the teacher, SR. Justine, in that class, whose efforts led to my fixation on reading whatever I could get hold of. I was a lot like the historian, Shirley Sargent, I think, but not quite so desperate, like by half! It's about all she had, getting down to it, during her adolescence.
It struck me, too, that the young journalist/student Lisbeth, who wrote the El Nido piece, and many others of her kind, are just about like her, as well. In the bio that I am reading about SS, its author, Fernando Penalosa, says this about her writing:
"Shirley was proud to see her work appear in various student publications and to be complimented by fellow students on her writing. Seeing her name and work in print only reinforced her self-esteem and her determination to be an author. Without this kind of validation, it is doubtful she would have continued to write, but one should never question Shirley's persistence!"
Here is one of Shirley Sargent's poems from her days as a collegian at Pasadena City.
BLESS HIS POINTY LITTLE HEAD
My youngest son had troubles today--
Things got so tough he ran away.
Mad when he left, he was madder still
(His appearance showing he had his fill!)
When carried home by a burly cop--
His fling at freedom put to a stop.
I knew his feelings and was proud
Of the terse emotion he allowed.
My son is a stubborn seven-year-old
Who'll rarely tell, much less be told.
So all I know is a mumbled "Drop Dead!"
Bless his dear little pointed head.
And one more:
EVOLUTION
When I was a child I loved three things--
Jelly beans, corn candy, and my blue jeans.
A youngster of ten, I sought with my means
Kites, jacks, a new pair of blue jeans.
At last in my teens, I still loved three things--
Sodas, books, and a boy in blue jeans.
So now that I'm older my heart always leans
Toward my three towheads--all in blue jeans.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Go away for a week and the world just carries on without ya.
Humbling isn't it?
This is my second attempt at this missive, having somehow deleted everything I had so intently created.
I wonder where this stuff really goes when it disappears on you.
Things we will all miss (have missed).
Mt. Lukens
Verdugo Motorway
Steaming wall paper
Raindrops fallling on my house
Chele's stamina (Mt. Lukens is a steep runup)
No evidence on the Station Fire origin to report at this time
Kevin Costner's 3-legged dog (I called him Tripod) appears to have vanished
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Owens Lake webcam today (not manipped).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Weathermen, see?
Ground hogs at heart.
There are many kinds of rain events. This is, I feel, a nice, interesting term.
For the brain-dead zombies watching the weather.
Why so mysterious, you vane guys and girls with blue screen savvy but no real idea of what's happening without the national services.
Local weather speaks for itself; you just have to wait for it to show its hand.
I liked it better when it was a shooting match, a gamble, adventurous.
One needed preparedness, as in Boy-Scoutery, Girl-Scouting, and Campfiring.
By the same token, GPS means you don't need that compass, right?
And let's not get into pencils and paper vs. smart phones.
Cans vs. Mtn. House. Frames vs. body packs. Down vs. kapok.
Ah, the good old days. No helmets, no helmet-cams, just a pocket Rollei if you were lucky enough to find it in the jumble of gear in the rear of the van.
And a swami belt and hammer and the weight of iron.
And balls of old string you saved, for the rainy days or to recycle.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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MFM's Flames Bulletin Board.
To those who might wish to purchase any of Steve Cassady's books, including Bouncing Outside & Bridging the Gap, here is the link to find them in various places in various media.
http://www.literacy-ink.com/booksite.php
They are worth the price.
Ron Anderson--the deadmouse is still in the house. He may be arriving next week and I'll keep you posted. Thx again, Fire Marshall Rong!
A little Flames appreciation for your firefighting efforts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A State of Change: Forgotten Landscapes of California.
Laura Cunningham. Heyday Books, 2010.The Grizzly is on the cover of the text.
This is one text that the UC Merced used in one of their classes recently.
I attended the reception and listened to the talk while taking pix for Sarah's use in the Historical Society Newsletter. Of course I purchased the book, a $50.00 investment in ART and SCIENTIFIC OBSERVATION. (I used my Society discount, natch.)
Heyday Books has been one of my favorite publishers since I read Malcolm Margolin's great book, The Ohlone Way, describing everyday Bay Area life among the coastal tribes, some twenty or thirty years back when I came home to roost here in Merced.
She went to them first and they ate this project up, because it's just soooo goooood! Twenty years of effort.
Another exhibit to drool over. Hope to see you if you decide to stop in for a look-see.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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MooseDroll,
The Twin Sisters in City of Rocks National Reserve are made up of different rocks. The darker sister is made of granite that is 2.5 billion years old and is some of the oldest rock in the Lower 48 states. The lighter sister (some faux-ty faux thousand tons lighter!) is made of granite from a younger formation that is 25 million years old.
Somehow, I don't make these two as sisters, man. But remember, there are (reputedly) eighty-faux thousand mo' stories in the older one's stored memory than in the younger one's. In the Naked City of Rocks, a faux-star resort near the Reserve, you can climb 5.12 all day long, if you wish, or just sit in the bar watchin'. If you can put me up there, fine. Otherwise, I'm makin' plans with Gene for Toll House. thx.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Inghams need to stick together. Laura gets that. I told her so and she automatically agreed.Coincidentally, I worked (fall & winter of '68) in the shadow of Albany Hill on San Pablo Avenue, Hwy 123, across from the El Cerrito Plaza, schleppin' burgers, fries, and chicken a la Kentucky. El cerrito = 'little hill,' amigos.
This was at The Red Barn. Just up from Galen's shop.
Just a half a mile from Cosmo's Factory on Fifth Street.
I was living some of the time with the Rev and his new bride, the missus, and then with J. Wood, bluesman.
Cooked more chicken any man ever seen.
Marco M. & Tony D./Backdoor Man
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5FbJ59_Xgs
Risque or Bisque, it still tastes like the henhouse in my memory--bittersweet.
From Ch. One, Golden Bear (Back in Time)
"To gain some sort of insight into how Old California "felt," I camped for several weeks in Yellowstone....
I was lucky enough to watch many [grizzly] bears for days on end, albeit as dots from the roadside [spotting scope]...
Back in California, where only the ghosts of grizzlies roam, I visited the shopping mall near my childhood home in the East Bay [El Cerrito Plaza]. Decades had passed since I visited the place...new cafe franchised, dress-for-less stores, and pet supply centers, all built in a style that might be called desert Tuscan. I stood on ground I had walked on as a child, the parking lot where I had learned to drive, and yet only the view of Albandy Hill and the bayshore remained somewhat similar to my memories....
At the nursery where my sister Margot works, I talked with a volunteer who was busy potting seedlings.
"All the shopping plazas look alike now," I commented.
Gordon responded, "Yeah, and I remember playing in El Cerrito Plaza when it was all fields."
this was the mall I had just revisited. I was caught by surprise as I found a living link to the history of a place I had only known as blacktop.
He told us stories of how, as a boy in the 1940s, he had collected frogs and stickleback fish in the creek that ran through the fields...
"They started to build the old mall in the 1950s--built the parking lot right up to the old creek...."
I went back and 'field walked' the area as an archaeologist would, looking for artifacts. Sure enough, there were relicts. An old, spreading live oak grew out of the courtyard of a dentist's office; the creek still ran there, out of a pipe now, with houses on the other bank and English ivy lining my side. A few willows held onto their dirt-bank existence. I evern found sticllebacks in a pool farther west, near the bayshore, freeways arching overhead."
The place which we came to in 1953 in North Sacramento, near Arden and El Camino, was in this exact same mode in that time. The old scene of huge clumps of oaks and an unlimited vista of the Sierra Nevada had been replaced by the shopping mall there, home to Lucky Market, Rhodes department store, Walgreen's drugs, and the vast parking lot, where they held sports car rallies on weekends, roping off the course and it was free for the watching, just guys using their free time and the free asphalt.
East of us, and south of the American River lay hundreds of acres of dredged cobbles, laid in rows by gold mining concerns earlier in the century.
We -inghams got to stick together. I found a guy living here in the Tioga, several years back, who claimed to have grown up out that direction, in Arden Park, and Del Paso Manor, and he told me that it's all ghetto, with no further elaboration. I don't wanna go back, Jack.
Merced's all I need. It's been more like Fresno every day for the last forty years, anyway.
"You take Clovis, I'll take San Berdoo, ain't no difference between the two.
No sweet refrain, run all round my brain."--Day Van Romp
http://www.browercenter.org/exhibition/cunningham/info
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bully!!!!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taconite
Today.
A voice of today, connected to the recent past, like Gordon, Laura's friend.
Same as it ever was? Think again.
Seasons of a vernal pool. Oil on toned cotton rag paper,ll X 9 inches. 2007.
Winter: purple needlegrass bunches are green, as the pol is full of water. Ducks [non-smokers], black-necked stilts, and spadefoot toad tadpoles inhabit it.
April: the pool is ringed by wildflowers, goldfields, downingia, lupine, meadow foam, blennosperma.
Summer: heat [and wind]has parched the pool, but a new plant greens up--little Orcutt grass. Pronghorn antelope come to dine on it.
Dingus Milktoast,
as was discussed earlier in this long-ass thread, the mima mounds of the local variety are explained here at length.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mima_mounds
"Sometimes called hog wallows, vernal pools fill with rainwater in the winter, then dry up in the summer hear. Hardpan, claypan, or volcanic mudflow substrates trap the water in these little basins.
At one time, there may have been about four million acres of vernal pools in the state--in central California, the Coast Ranges, the Delta, the Sierra foothills, along the coast from San Luis Obispo to Santa Barbara, in the Transverse Ranges, and over to the eastern Sierra and the Modoc Plateau. Whole communities of plants and animals developed to fill this habitat....
Because grazing livestock can increase the richness and cover of native annual wildflowers around vernal pools, as well as the number of aquatic invertebrates, range ecologists Randall Jackson and James Bartoleme think these green habitats might have been especially adapted to the large herds of tule elk they attracted.
A great diversity of small crustaceans, such as ostracods, copepods, and fairy shrimp (anostracans) inhabit these temporary pools. Millions of individuals might swim about in a single pool when the rains filled it. As the pool evaporates they enter a "cyst" stage of eggs buried in the dried sediment. In this phase of life they could, like dormant seeds, survive for decades--possibly centuries--until the next pool formed.
Massive steam combines [and the 'gang plow' made by the Holt Brothers of Stockton, and countless nesters, we thank you all, but realize change is inevitable], pulled by as many as three dozen draft animals, leveled many San Joaquin Valley hog wallows and mima mounds during the whet boom of the 1880s. Statewide, from 60 to 90 percent have been lost.
Development continues the damage (see www.biologicaldiversity.org for more information), but preservation and restoration efforts are yielding hopeful results.
Ecologists are realizing that vernal pools are not isolated bits of habitat, but rather embedded with complex landscapes and connected to other habitats, such as upland grasslands, marshes, and riverine communities. Bees in the Family Adrenidae, for example, specialize in pollinating only downingia, blennosperma, meadow foam, and other showy vernal pool wildflowers.
These bees are the dominant pollinators, and thus a key to the wildflowers' reproduction, and because they nest in small holes in the ground in grasslands sometimes a mile away from a vernal pool, they link these habitats."
--from pages on California Grasslands, A State of Change
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Bears! Please wipe your feet and use potty machines outside.
or you may wind up like this fellow on the pole
It's hard to solve an equation with so many unknowns, so, if you recognize yourself in this photo please notify the Mouse de Merced, via neebee's new high speed connection.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is common to be smart and to be stupid.
http://www.academia.edu/624021/The_Difference_Between_Being_Smart_Educated_and_Intelligent
Why Smart People Can Be So Stupid is the name of a book in the above article (a fifteen minute read worth every second and, one might hope, sharing with your spouses and partners AND children).
The central character in this book that many of these lessons regarding being "both smart and stupid” revolve around is Bill Clinton.
Lincoln was an auto-didact. Honest Abe freed the slaves.
Bill Clinton was a political genius. He got all the raves.
Hillary is smart, but who is smarter yet?
Is it Chelsea who'll turn out to be the wisest Clinton yet?*
A very "interesting" question about a "nice" family.
*You come up with a better rhyme, blood. I've done my time listening to yo' stupid raps.
rSin, Godspeed with the hernia operation today. Peace, tranquility, serenity NOW! And good luck with the medical system now you've finally gotten in the door.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Wurster Hall is not big on bamboo.But there are many Chinese who study here, nonetheless. Pandaring.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Twenty rock climbers employed in this structure!!!! It's no longer there. Ephemeral nature of grass, I suppose.
norwegian is saving beer cans for his pet proj, extolling the urban sprawl of Kyburz.
zBrown's lookin' good today!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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For Four Thousand Simoleans I'd...
give a guided tour of my summer place in Lower Backistan, popularly called the Elephant Laughter House.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Stimulating architecture, home to generations of mice and other critters.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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This is billed as the Barrows Hall Mitigation Success Story. I wonder if it succeeded in stopping any jumpers. I don't see any climbers, in fact I don't see anybody at all except the guy in blue hat lower left. Must be an hourly employes picking up OT.
Second look reveals what may be a climber or jumper upper right. My bad.
http://www.calema.ca.gov/HazardMitigation/PublishingImages/Barrows%20Hall031.jpg
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Turn on your love light
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Great grandma wisdom, sounds like, Jaybro de Fresno.
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How tall is tall cotton?
The cotton plant is a perennial in many parts of the tropics and subtropics where it may reach a height of 15–20 feet. In Florida and across the commercial cotton belt of the U.S., cotton is grown as an annual and attains a plant height of 2–5 feet or more if moisture and plant nutrients (primarily nitrogen) are not limiting. Air temperatures in the 90°–95°F range are considered near optimum for growth. Very little growth takes place below 60°F or above 100°F, especially if soil moisture is low. However, cotton is usually considered drought tolerant because of its extensive root system. An average daily growth rate for the roots of ½ inch may occur until first flower when root growth begins to level off and then declines starting about 90 days after planting.
What about my green blue jeans, baby?
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/06/fashion/06ORGANICJEANS.html?_r=0
What did the 49ers do for fun when their 'vi's were in the laundry?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Levi's_Stadium
What about Belle and the Bottoms?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell-bottoms
You asked for it, Jaybro.
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Light shining!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tranquillity,_California
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Today is International Women's Day.
The fact that you've all "earned" or been given
a day of recognition while men have not speaks for itself.
(It really shouts it out, actually.)
I won't bother saying big deal,
Just stop to think on how you feel,
Then go home and cook that meal.
But who inaugurated the day, and why?
The following text is from the International Business Times online.
Though officially in its 40th edition, the origin of International Women's Day can be traced back to the early twentieth century in the form of various labour movements in North America and across Europe.
The chronology of the day's history according to the UN is as below:
1909: The United States observed the first National Women's Day on 28 Februray in honour of the 1908 garment workers' strike in New York, where women protested against working conditions.
1910: A Women's Day of international significance was established by The Socialist International, a global association of political parties seeking to establish democratic socialism, in Copenhagen to honour the movement for women's rights. However, no fixed date was selected for the observance.
1911: March 19 was marked as International Women's Day for the first time in Austria, Denmark, Germany and Switzerland, following the Copenhagen initiative.
Over one million women and men attended rallies and demanded women's rights to vote, to hold public office, to work, to vocational training and to an end to discrimination on the job.
1913-1914: During their peace protest against World War I, women in Russia observed their first International Women's Day on the last Sunday in February 1913.
Elsewhere in Europe, women held rallies either to protest the war or to express solidarity with other activists on or around 8 March in 1914.
1917: Once again on the last Sunday in February (which fell on 8 March on the Gregorian calendar), Russian women went on strike for "Bread and Peace". On 12 March, the Czar stepped down and the provisional Government granted women the right to vote.
1945: The Charter of the United Nations, the first international agreement to affirm the principle of equality between women and men, was signed.
1975: The year was declared International Women's Year by the UN which began celebrating International Women's Day on 8 March.
http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/international-womens-day-2014-history-origin-1439416
[Click to View YouTube Video]All that I can add is that we can't live without you. Thanks for everything.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Ok, Mouse
Finally got it together.
First it was this: too long
Then went to this:
Had to find to get bulbs into the box.
No biggie just cut, duck tape and make them fit
now to rewire them, that was a breeze, more duck tape.
pluged all in
Hmmmmm?
Was to be white not red, smelled something?
Then had to walk, dark could not find where to go, no flashlight, tripped, fell, trip again till I got to main box.
Match too close to fingers and again
And you thought it was this
no found this was the problem
lamp was bent so duck taped it back
now have it working.
Now no biggie.
Pain meds helped so ready to post
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jay, you think like a genius. Analyze this, bro.
Yeah, it's an electrical cord. Why there & why no window & what's it to do with your mass slide-viewing set-up?
Frames? Flames?
Mickey Mouse was no genius--it was Uncle Walt who knew lightning stikes once in a lifetime, unless you are Edison, who was driven.
Just for the safety aspect, try using a headlamp. Just wear it around your neck for when you can't find matches.
Looking forward to your shots gracing this thread.
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kaholatingtong
Trad climber
Nevada City
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touche mouse, you did cover all the bases for womens day it seems.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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This thread is nearing 4000 posts. So when are we gonna find out who sabotaged that airplane? When is the book coming out? I wonder if Paul Ryan "smoked" any of that weed. If he did I bet he didn't inhale. Are mouse of Merced and Licky really one and the same person? I have yet to see both of them in the same room, at the same time.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Marching 100 decals! I did the one of the trumpet playing bear in the middle...1969! What a trip!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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MMMM
SWEET!
Sweet!
sweet!
In any language.
Flame on, everybody!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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MUSIC OF THE SPHERE OF ROCKS AND LICHEN
The rocky road of last year,
Riding around from there to here,
What to my wondering eyes should appear,
Lichen and rocks in their own special sphere.
Underfoot and all around,
Sticking up out of the ground,
Having come down from the montains they bound,
And they roll and they rock to some spherical sound.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Knight's Ferry. Never been there, sad to say. Nor on Williams Road south of there.
Small businesses need regular support,
but the thru traffic which finds this place is their gravy.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dang ya, Dingus...
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Sidmo has us pegged Mouse
Rest in peace, a true man at heart.
Here's looking at you
Miles to go
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yuk, Yuk Duck, a specialty of Hop Sing's.[Click to View YouTube Video]Presenting Dillis Millis, aka DuckTalker, as the Little Lost Duck.
He beat WBraun out of the role. But that's a whole 'nother story.
Love the thumb shot and the fingers, too, Jay!
Keep them doggies rollin'.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 10, 2014 - 11:22am PT
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Mar 10, 2014 - 12:01pm PT
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Did you sell your soul at that crossroads, Dingus?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 11, 2014 - 06:59am PT
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That was SOME Monday. Tuesday can't be just as bad.
Pictures do not tell any of the story of grief and woe.
The music from the bottleneck says much mo'.
I'd probably be happy if I weren't so sad.
I discovered Andre Gide, however.
"...it was better to let him get over it by himself and not pay too much attention to his outburst.
'Let us finish dinner quietly,' she concluded."
--Lafcadio's Adventures (Les Caves du Vatican), 1914
One hundred years ago. Plus ca change...
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Mar 11, 2014 - 07:12am PT
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^^^ that shot of lucy and ron ... wow
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 11, 2014 - 12:18pm PT
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Yesterday morning.
Today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Hear me now and believe me later. This is how Chuck Berry got his "motorvation".
No intro needed here, Chuck has his own front-man.
Chuck Berry and his honky Orchestra
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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"What! all my pretty chickens and their dam/At one fell swoop?"
MacBeth (act IV, scene 3)
In case anyone was wondering about the origin of "fell swoop".
How much are you askin' for the Caddy?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I want free dollars.
Or a fistful of dynamite.
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DUCK, YOU SUCKERS!!!
Or I might consider a good collection of fishing lures.
Let's all get plastered on Paddy's and go blow somethin' up! One fell whoop!
Getcher green dynamite! Boom goes London...[Click to View YouTube Video]Is that beautiful piano or what? Suzuki?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hey, Miss Civility and I had a good thing, for a few months. Then...
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Actually, today is gonna be a beautiful one--Look out the winders, fer shitsake. It's springtime!
Ayshegul Erk, from Ankara, Turkey, is meeting me for lunch at one.
Meanwhile, underneath the bridge, some Trolls are having their fun with me...
It seems I have a serious problem with my Canon EOS Rebel T3. It is not able to deliver JPG images to my computer, only CR2 images (Canon RAW images) only. I have no clue, as the gargle on the internet is too garbled and no one here in Merced has a camera shop anymore to guide me through this pitiable condition.
This is serious, and I NEED HELP, or this could be a long dry spell for me. I may end up repeating some shots from the past, unwittingly. Bear with me, Campers and Climbers.
I may end up having to BUY Adobe Photoshop, and who knows what that will lead to? Cosmic Debris? Locker JAW?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hey, I want to tell you, that running into Ayshegul was like the sweete breeth of spring, as Chaucer might could say.
It ran like this.
I waited at the Bistro reading Gide and watching for foreign-looking gals.
I drank decaf and read how the Pope was imprisoned by the Freemasons.
Then a lady approached up the walk towards the fountain who looked like and was, Ayshe. She had a yellow bag.
We exchanged hugs, gifts, small talk, and had some lunch.
We went for the 'native' guided stroll of downtown.
We stopped into Second Time Around. We stopped into Reinero's Trophy Room. We saw elk, moose, deer, and bears and Dall sheep. And then we went to the Tioga.
It was the most spectacularly clear day I have witnessed yet this year.
There was a vista extending way down past Fresno, peaks and ridges all just clear. Oh, for a good lens and tripod, it was killer.
Ayshegul reminded me that her Turkey is blessed with similar beauty, the desert and the peaks and the vistas. We took a few breathing minutes at my place in Middle Earth. We then made our way to The Courthouse.
Well, we had twenty minutes to see what we could, and she was lucky to have a qualified guide. I ran her through to the new exhibit in under fifteen and then we ran into Herb Wood.
He is the accession coordinator and helps with the exhibits. It was nice that he and Ayshe interacted. She'll remember that. The Cunningham art was displayed on the walls, and it was superb.
When we left, we took the route through the Courthouse Park that went through the Vet's memorials. Then we toured the lodges, the Elks, the Masons, and the Oddfellows.
We met her daughter at fivish and they gave me a lift to the hotel, then we bid adieu. It was very enjoyable, and I have no pix. Sorry.
I got home and packed up an album of Orvis fly patterns and a binder of maps and several topos of vintage and went back to the Pub. I met Derek DAley there and gave him the goods for being so decent to me at the Range of Light festival. And his lady CArolyn is a packer, so she'll enjoy those maps, too.
All in all, a nice old afternoon and night. Fifty-four degrees or fight. Balmy spring night, but a bit on the chill side.
I went over to Gabe's Tavern, after saying goodnight to Derek. It was Gabe's wake and there was a FULL HOUSE and almost a FULL MOON, so...
I had a shortie and then split.
I was eager to read this article in the Downtown Life Mag (DLM).
I have known Andy a long time. He is my kinda people. His brother Marco, as well, though I've only just met him this year.
Laguna IS a bar-fly and a Bukowski-like, a Mickey Rourke-ian, a real alky.
He dried out in Texas last fall, then made it back to the land of sunshine and Tioga-Sequoia and hasn't stopped consuming, but at a much mellower rate, by my reckoning. We are in agreement on many things. We love the Rolling STones, porter, and blonde beers like Half Dome.
I only got mildly intoxicated, mind you. I was riding a bike. I know how it goes if you get beyond a point.
As it's almost a full moon, so just as to make it right, my sis called tonight to see if I was all right. I said, Is that your phone, Derek? He said, No, it's yours.
And that's how I got my first cell phone call in public. I lost my "status" as whatever I was before. I feel no different, it's just one of those moments in life that only happen once. Like this scene...[Click to View YouTube Video]
HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!!!!!
It's early, but if I have my way I won't be here then, just as I'm still not there yet. It helps if yur Gemini if yur me.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 15, 2014 - 12:33am PT
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Went thru the border patrol (or is it homeland security?) checkpoint on highway 94 this evening.
Dude says "where you from?" sezI "you talkin' to me SA?"
I can report, however, that the southern section of the Pacific Crest Trail is in tact.
Pacific Crest Southern Terminus Log
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 15, 2014 - 10:16pm PT
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Well after seeing that show, I can tell a few things:
1) I need me one of the V DEE EO cameras and a backup band
2) I think we were underdressed and supplied for our excursion
3) I need me a pistola (as the rangers say R U Packin')?
4) I usually see rattlesnakes only when looking at someone else's photos
That "I" is actually "We" including the ever-present Michele
The detour off the PCT to Morena Butte is steep and windy. Some have called the trail sketchy and/or non-existent at times. Windy too.
EDIT: Oh yeah, a portrero, is nothing more than a fancy Spanish name for a place for cows to eat.
EDIT-OT: Has anyone seen my Coleman stove and lantern? I can't for the life of me (or anyone else I suppose) figure out what became of them.
The stove looks something like this/.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2014 - 07:55am PT
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Hah! Z missing stove! But of course!
So go camping on the full moon, mon.That's "PO-trero," not "POR-trero," Senor zMon.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Easy, Rider. Got drums? Got flying dreams?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2014 - 08:23am PT
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DAY TRIPPIN', yeah.
I woke up feeling like a million bucks. Just go and get on the bus, Gus.
So I did. I met John Decker, from Upper Middle Earth in the elevator, with his bike, heading for the ten o'clock YARTS to the Valley, also.
We separated at the Lodge, he to Fern Spring and wherever, and I to the meadows, not having his fitness and respecting his nature, which is the Lone Wolf thing. I'm the Lone Mouse, so it's all good.
So, this Day Trip is really a solo climb from Merced in the classic mode.
Approach.
I went and coffeed up in the Caf--the Food Court, pardon me, for it was time for a brew-up.
Then I biked over the Swinging Bridge, which is no longer a swinger, and locked it to a picnic table and went downstream on the Southside Riverside Trail.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2014 - 09:04am PT
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The Route.
The Southside Riverside Trail—the shortest distance from Yellow Pines to the Lodge for walking nature lovers not in a rush.
FishFinder's Facelift buddies clued me in to this trail, mentioning beaver sign.
Yosemite was created a National Park on October 1, 1890. Each year between 1891 and 1913, the War Department sent troops of cavalry into Yosemite National Park on patrol duty. Sequoia and Yellowstone Parks also received military protection.
The Army Officer in charge acted as the Superintendent of the Park. The troops would arrive in May and leave about October, returning to the Presidio of San Francisco. Captain A. E. Wood was in Command of the first Troops assigned to Yosemite. Captain Wood, in command of two Troops of Cavalry, Companies I and K arrived in Yosemite May 19, 1891, and set up camp at Wawona.
During the Spanish American War in 1898 the U.S. Troops assigned to Yosemite were recalled to the Presidio. The protection of the Parks, until the Troops could again assume their duties, was assigned to the General Land Office of the U.S. Department of the Interior. A Special Land Inspector was made Acting Superintendent of three Parks. He employed assistant forest agents during the summer to eject sheep trespass and fight forest fires. The General Land Office therefore became involved in the early administration of both the National Parks and the Forest Reserves in California.
By June 25, 1898, Special Inspector J. W. Zevely of the General Land Office had hired eleven men from the Yosemite region and these men were assigned to two special agents. Special Agent A. W. Buick was in charge of five men: The men were, Archie C. Leonard, George R. Byde, Henry A. Skelton, Charles A. Leidig, Arthur L. Thurman, and they took over the northern part of Yosemite. Special Agent Cullom was given six men: George G. MacKenzie, Thomas S. Carter, David Lackton, Darwin S. Lewis, Joel J. Westfall, Joseph R. Borden, and this group were assigned to the southern part of Yosemite.
Both groups were well armed and mounted and they were constantly in the field expelling sheep trespass, fighting forest fires and arresting all those with fire arms. During the period from June 25th until September lst they reported they had expelled from the Park 189,000 head of sheep, 350 head of horses, 1,000 head of cattle, and confiscated 27 fire arms. These men made up the first civilian protection force for the Yosemite National Park.
The U.S. Troops returned to the Park on August 25, 1898, and the Forest Agents were relieved of their duties.
In September 1898 the Acting Superintendent received authorization to appoint Forest Rangers at fifty dollars a month for temporary service. These men were to assist the Troops on their patrols. Two of the forest agents, Archie Leonard and Charles Ledig were hired that September. In the late fall when the Troops were preparing to leave Yosemite it was recommended that the two forest agents be kept on for the winter to protect the Park. This was authorized and they remained on as rangers for many years.
And with that, I took off for the bus stop, not knowing they were already departing.
Edit: I don't know what happened to the text. Do you care? I am too tired to fix it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2014 - 09:22am PT
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Descent.
Home again, home again, jiggity-jig.
There is much joy in retelling adventures, packing, climbing, or day tripping.
I appreciate my audience.
Have a nice pleasant Sunday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2014 - 05:28pm PT
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A package came to the office downstairs, so I had a note in my mailbox from Saturday, which I hadn't checked till this morning.
The night manager, Shelly, came down and got it for me.
This is the cargo, after I got it all un-taped.
It came through just fine as can be, neebee.
Amy's THE Niece, and I'm the Uncle with No Wrinkled Brow.
I was wearing the same dang sweater, as Shelly pointed out. :0)
I am too bereft of words...NOT!!
But BIG T.HANKS are yours from myself and my family.
Remember the movie BIG, where Tom is a kid in a grown-up's body?
[Click to View YouTube Video]neebee's a dancer, and don't you also "pianicize?"
The saddest part of all of this, and it's real heart-rending:
Amy and Adam were wed in the Yosemite Chapel, January 1, 2003;
her mother, Lenna, called the other day,
literally just hours after I had tossed out the dang picture of Adam and Amy on that day,
their wedding shot, dated;
and then Lenna related
as to how Amy had earlier in the day
called to say
that their divorce is finalized.
What more can I say
that explains "irony"
and "anti-serendipity" any better?
The likeness of Amy is just incredible, by the way.
I am no judge of my own looks, certainly, but it looks like me according to you, so that's all I need to know.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2014 - 05:34pm PT
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Recalling more T.HANKS, handsome is as handsome does.Amy is an accredited hair-cutting type like her great-grandmother Ora Belle was not. Ora Belle picked it all up from magazines and GFs and her sisters, I imagine...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2014 - 10:16pm PT
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The Portrero is where the cows without much money eat or The Potrero whose owner did not pay the water bill. It's mighty dry this year.
I have to admit to a bit of a mistake here. There are actually four peaks at the Moreno Butte, not three. So if you're not careful it's possible that you may not get the opportunity to sign the "guest" book (that's what we call it at The (Wealthy) Potrero. I know Paul Ryan used this excuse and I know Paul Ryan and I am not Paul Ryan.
When will readers here, see the mouse's version of the Airplane Crash at Lower Merced River Pass? or The Plane Wreck near Los Gatos.
You won't have a name once you ride the big airplane, all you'll be called will be de-postees.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2014 - 11:01pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2014 - 12:23am PT
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Ahh, BBs vs. Howitzers, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2014 - 01:49am PT
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And from our Berkeley correspondents, Throwpie and Throwpeg (who are somewhere being themselves, I hope), comes this one on his FB page.
STeven, we have you on the air...
Peg?
Anyone there?
http://sftimes.co/?id=115&src=share_fb_new_115
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 17, 2014 - 10:42am PT
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If you find that stove you're looking for this will tell you how to operate it.
If you master the stove, try looking for my cigar box full of marbles, collection of Davy Crockett cards, and our set of Encyclopeida Britannica.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2014 - 11:52am PT
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"But by 1910 the desire to experiment with a new form may have been more urgent than the impulse to psychological speculation. Then Gide seemed chiefly impatient with the sober limitations of the impersonal realistic novel, and dreamed of his new book as something entirely different, written in a "merry" style.
His experiences as a juror on the Rouen Cour d'Assises in 1912 reminded him once again of the inadequacies of orthodox psychology. But the first pages of his novel are those of a writer willing to be seduced into any amusing adventure; and who will allow nothing, least of all "realism," to interfere with his fun.
The resources of absurdity have no limit, once one has divided society into the shrewd adventurers and the innocent or complacent dupes.
Lafcadio Wluki (silent W & silent I) is the speculative picaro of the tale, but the epic adventures belong to the pious and chaste Amedee Fleurissoire, who sets out from Pau to deliver the Pope-said to be imprisoned in the Castle St. Angelo, with a Freemason reigning in his stead.
Amedee (who had promised a friend and disappointed suitor never to sleep with his wife Arnica) is devoured by bedbugs in Marseilles, by fleas in Toulon, by mosquitoes in Genoa. He arrives exhausted in Rome, to make the classical error of taking a bawdy-house for a hotel, and does not feel qualified to continue on his mission until absolved by a bogus cardinal."
This is such an old paperback that the first half is now broken off from the last half, which is where I am in the tale. But now I seem to have misplaced that half.
I have a Half Tome Mystery to solve...
Seriously.
It's not funny, Tad.
And what's more, either Fleurissoire or his buddy Blafiphas once invented a machine which would weigh their marbles individually. He was a DJ Focus sort at a young age, but none of his 'inventions' were of any practical use.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2014 - 12:30pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
and really taking leave of one's marbles,
try climbing the Big F. Stone during less than eprfect conditions.
http://cheynelempe.blogspot.com/2011/01/zenyatta-mondatta-el-capitan-winter.html
It was almost forty years ago this week ('74) that DOUG ROSS-HOSS and Y.R.S. TRULY finished the Salathe in winter conditions.
Spring sprung a leak on us. Rather like the way Cheyne got dumped on at the top of Z.M.
We did it more cheaply, but took longer.
I delighted in the wind's force up there more than anything.
Our haul line was like a sail, the wind pulling it WAY out to the right, nearly forming a right angle at times. We would have to high-step in hero loops balancing against it, leaning into the wind, reaching for the next placement; then we'd hammer it home and try to fix a hero on it and keep our slings pulled down so we could step into them. I put a tether on mine so that I could let it fall, if need be, and not lose it, just to be safe.
It was all a lot of extra work but not all that cold, as I recall. This windstorm happened on day five, on the Headwall. It started snowing that afternoon as we got to the bivvy ledge and the wind was mitigated by that ledge, a little fortress in the wild blue.
The clouds would blow across our field of vision from right to left as we faced out into the void. It was still light, so I fixed a pitch and we were glad we did, because it took us forever to get up the next few pitches by noon and off, into a foot and a half of snow across the summit.
"It was definitely a sweet route, but I don't think I'll ever climb it again."--Cheyne Lempe
You never forget this kind of thing, and I can't express how glad I am to still be here remembering.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 17, 2014 - 06:46pm PT
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A photo taken after losing my marbles and finding Herr Braun's black cat and Bachar's white dog lost in the ozone. They were Grateful to have them returned alive, though we all know the manner in which everyone gets outa here.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 17, 2014 - 06:54pm PT
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Let see here 1976 - 1946 = 30. I'd have to say 30 years of age. I didn't know they had color photography then, but the camera does not lie (usually). It's 50 year high school reunion time, so I've dug up a few old things.
EDIT:
Europe 72 it is. That shirt lasted a long time. I finally buried my cat (not shown above) in it in 2000. I guess that's the way alot of us will get outa here - not alive, dressed in a Dead shirt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2014 - 12:29am PT
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That's a great photo of you. It says, "Cat's got my tongue, so I'll just sit here and wait."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2014 - 08:54am PT
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Joan Hemingway wrote a book in 1977 with my mom's cousin Connie Maricich, now Chesnel, titled The Picnic Gourmet.
They were friends from Sun Valley/Ketchum, where Connie owned a "boutique," according to the dust jacket of the book. Connie later married Pierre Chesnel and they ran a toney bakery chain.
She is a UC Berkeley graduate, mother of two boomers, "a wild-foods enthusiast,'
and was married to Herman Maricich, a barrel-jumping skater. (Link at the end of this post.)
Connie now lives in Sedona, and I last saw her in Merced at Mom's funeral.
Joan is the oldest of Jack Hemingway's daughters.
She hung out at Connie's Leadville Espresso House in Ketchum (The Coffee Grinder of today),
as well as on creek banks and mountain tops, concocting menus with her buddy.
http://magicvalley.com/entertainment/arts-and-theatre/ernest-hemingway-granddaughter-displays-art/article_46f4c787-61bb-5fa1-82a2-8a8a28d2a94c.html
Margaux Hemingway, 1954-1996, RIP, the middlest sister, is famously dead.
Mariel is the youngest of Jack's daughters, and is shown here top-roping someplace.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
On the trampoline and slack line in the back yard.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Both clips are from a documentary, Running From Crazy (2013).
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2451742/
"Millie Wiggins and the West's First Coffee House," Idaho Mtn. Express article by staffer Dick "Funhog" Dorworth.
http://www.mtexpress.com/1999/12-01-99/12-1dlouies.htm
Herman Maricich.
http://magicvalley.com/entertainment/arts-and-theatre/ernest-hemingway-granddaughter-displays-art/article_46f4c787-61bb-5fa1-82a2-8a8a28d2a94c.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 18, 2014 - 12:06pm PT
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Speaking of speaking, here is what the guy says in the trip report I came back and retrieved (in the interest of not cluttering up the slipstream with drivel). Does this tell us anything about him?
Gear Notes:
8 screws, set of stoppers, 2 bugaboos, .5-3" camalots, 4" hex, 10 slings. 2 tools. I would recommend two ropes in case of retreat, although we only took one.
who's gonna take away his license to kill?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2014 - 02:58pm PT
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Not Dan White nor Dan Z. Brown.
Not Willie Brown nor Red S. Meadow.
Not Jayne Meadows nor Grant S. Pass.
Maybe M. or Q or Darby O'Gill.
From Sun Valley to Mammoth in one swell foop.
No Twinkies allowed.
Joe Brown from MO?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Arthur Kennedy plays the role of "Red" in this vintage Hollywood film.
America, land of the free and home of the brave cowboy.
The country where everyone owns a gun and we are NOT paid to have more babies than we can support;
and so we have to go rob and steal and become guides. (T.Y., Randisi.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 18, 2014 - 03:39pm PT
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Meanwhile, back in Berkeley...
Part of an interview with Brad Lackey, motocrosser.
BR: Does the name Buffalo Breath mean anything to you?
BL: "Buffalo Breath is my good friend Bob Briner. Bob just started a new company, called Colt Tronics, with his son – who happens to be named Colt. They deal in all kinds of the sort of flashing lights you might see at a rave, the kind where you swing them around while taking ecstasy and doing all that weird sh#t.
We use them for my company; we have a couple of Harley rallies at Las Vegas at night, and we sell them out of our booth to kids to twirl in the dark. Buffalo is a long-time friend. He was one of the guys in partnership with me back in the early days, when we had a shop in downtown Berkeley: we were the CZ distributor for California at the time.
Then there were the Buffalo Breath motocross jerseys, which were really rugby jerseys straight out of New Zealand, the type you now find in a Nordstrom store (and in old climbing specialty shops in Berkeley). If we had held on to the rights of those jerseys we could have been real rich, but as usual we got screwed."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 18, 2014 - 11:27pm PT
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That redzMeadows looks like it could be a Devil of a trip. Is there actually a "post" office there or is it just a pile of drivel I've been fed?
Can anyone point me to the Low Sierra?
This time at the PCT Southern Terminus (I'm scoping out how to do the first 19 miles without carrying much water) I was stopped by not one, but two Border Patrollers on two 4-wheelers. The did call me sir though. We went ahead and signed the book, even though the 19 miler is not actually done yet.
Don't tell Paul Ryan and Doncha Tell Henry.
On the Morena Butte North hike down, discovered they have cable, but unlike San Francisco, no cable cars. WTF?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2014 - 02:47am PT
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Sir, may I suggest a reconnaissance-in-force?
We "Lighties" shall see to it, promptly, of course.
For we are the mighty light brigade of horse,
Willing to do or to die, with or without remorse.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I found out today that I have no neighbors on my side of the hall--I can play music as loudly and as long as I please with no flack from neighbors.
On one side are two 'Model' apts for prospective tenants. On the other are at least two undergoing renovation at some future date...
I've listened to six different versions of this Suppe piece so far. They are all pretty much the same, but I never knew there were going to be THIS MANY!
Here is my reward for diligence, and for you, a special treat, I hope...
Mozart![Click to View YouTube Video]The Abduction from the Seraglio.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2014 - 10:24pm PT
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Hola, Xenia y Marco![Click to View YouTube Video]
Ya think Rick and Reed can match these two, Andy? I'm sure YOU can!
I say that flame is feating.
Golden slippers are impermanent as well.
Au lasts indefinitely; but 24 carat goodies like these are always welcome at the home of weirdness,
whether from Brooklyn or from the wilderness.
[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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Mar 19, 2014 - 10:38pm PT
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No can find Abner's Rattle the Bones.
Betty Boop will have to do tonight.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's no turkey, though!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2014 - 11:05pm PT
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Literature as graphic art.
A special hello to Illolo, our feralfae as the fairy tale is mentioned. It's been a while.
How the heck are you, gal?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 19, 2014 - 11:14pm PT
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Any bones to pick with me? Send 'em to the Homeland Security Complaint desk.
[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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Mar 19, 2014 - 11:48pm PT
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Cavities
http://oregoncaves4u.com/skeleton%20cave.html
can be holey places.
Speaking of holy, St. Joseph, MO, is a western icon.
(The feast day of ST. Joe is today...I had coffee on the patio at the 510 Bistro to celebrate.)
Louis Rubidoux (Robidoux), the adventurous one, eventually settled near Riverside where the town named for him is sited. He set out from ST. Joe and was one of the first settlers from the East in that area.
In Merced, today.Leaving.
Really. [Click to View YouTube Video]
Seriously.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 20, 2014 - 12:03am PT
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Way back when, a lot of loads came across between Chula Vista and Campo in the backpacks of local turkeys, though there was significant traffic in the ocean on the backs of swimmers (until it dawned on somebody that you could haul a lot more in a boat --> they eventually upgraded to a freighter, would have been cool if they'd bought the Hotel Del, which is where most of the small boats unloaded). WTF, Coronado is pretty much a shitty surfing beach, what else is a poor boy to do?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 20, 2014 - 12:20am PT
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THE HARVARD REVIEW: “DRUGS AND THE MIND” (SUMMER 1963)
This issue of the journal, which lists Henry Kissinger as a faculty board member, features the early research on psychedelics that was coming out of Cambridge, Massachussetts, right before all hell broke loose. With essays by Timothy Leary, Richard Alpert (Ram Dass), naturopath Andrew Weil, and ethnobiologists Richard Schultes and R. Gordon Wasson, plus a thoughtful review of the then-banned Naked Lunch (1959), and “before-and-after” artwork by Arthur Hoener, it was one of the first publications to map the emerging frontier of chemical propulsion through inner space.
I've actually read (portions of) this.
THE ACT OF KILLING (2012)Joshua Oppenheimer’s harrowing documentary follows a group of aging murderers as they reenact their participation in the killing and torture spree that ravaged Indonesia in the mid-1960s. These remorseless thugs model themselves after characters from American gangster movies while attempting to make their own film about their real-life pageant of cruelty. Following decades of suppressed trauma, the catharsis that unfolds is devastating
Doncha tell Licky
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2014 - 09:42am PT
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The Yawp of Reason THE RAINBOW STORIES by William T. Vollmann (Atheneum: $22.95; 543 pp.)
RICHARD EDER
July 16, 1989|RICHARD EDER
The rainbow in the title of this collection of pieces by William T. Vollmann refers to the author's use of different colors as codes for different chunks of human life and human spirit.
[We seem to have dropped the color system last year on The Flames. It was not effectual anyway. Proceed at your own risk, therefore.]
It is a private and hermetic conceit, one of a good many in Vollmann's writing. More immediately, though, the "Rainbow" suggests the extraordinary range and fire of the author's style.
The pieces in "Rainbow" extend from fiction to spooked poetic narratives to intoxicated reportage to reportage so meticulously uninflected as to suggest Dada. Vollmann manages a whole wardrobe of voices: ornate, inconsolably bare, romantic, and something resembling messages on computers. A single author's voice would imply synthesis and connection; Vollmann's pieces are rafts foundering in the divided waters of a world blown apart. [I am minding visions of Bimbo and bales of marijuana in an icy lake at the moment.]
He writes with a fierce and bright-hued sensibility, perpetually inflamed. The disconnection and threat of modern, or if you like [I don't like--sorry, just old-school 'me.'] postmodern life--Vollmann stands in our avant-garde--goads him to the farthest possible remove from the minimalism that reigned in our fiction a decade ago, and still has important voices. He is the most maximalist of writers. "Ladies and Red Nights" is a series of notes on Vollmann's nights spent touring San Francisco's Tenderloin, inventorying the different kinds of sex offered, talking to prostitutes and strippers. He is punctiliously detailed; writing down what each experience or encounter costs him. (A peep-show slot machine, 25 cents; an hour or two with a call girl, $150.)
{Avant-garde, apres-ski, tout de suite, all best avoided in English. Gide has a translation fetish, too.]
From the blur, one or two women emerge. There is Brandi, the exuberant extrovert [who writes this alliterative way besides porn mag editors?] who has pricing down to such a fine art that she is able to cost out each conversation with Vollmann. Having told him she loves to eat, she charges an additional 50 cents to disclose her favorite dish: spaghetti.
There is Christina, bolstered by eight or nine steady customers but diligently patrolling her three Tenderloin blocks each night. "The Tenderloin does not seem to be so much good or bad as constricted," Vollmann writes.
It is an odd phrase, that. Equally odd is a sudden burst of pathos amid his note taking: "The sorriness of what she had to do for 10 years was almost enough to make one believe in the Divine--there must be something else." We realize that Vollmann is up to something other than realism, with its hunger to know what is.
[Modern parlance has it, "'sup, dude?"]
Vollmann's is a deflected hunger. His focus is not his subjects but his own act of looking at them. He tries out different voices--objective, sentimental, dislocated--as if one of them just might help him break through. I am cut off but I am trying, he seems to say.
There is an equivalent dandy-in-spite-of-himself quality to "White Knights," another bit of urban reportage. Here, though, there is the ghost of a connection, and it is an unlikely one. His subject is the San Francisco Nazi Skinz, a gang of skinheads.
They are rough, all right. Anthony, for example, polishes his boots obsessively. "People are gonna see their reflection right before I kick them in the face," he explains. Curiously, though, the tone is elegiac, almost tender. The Skinz are washed up; most have left town. Vollmann uses a past tense. "They used to go into bars and find fighting, punch people in the face when they didn't like the way they looked (being Nazis, they were conscious that appearance is everything)."
Nazism is simply the nearest rebellion at hand. He has a devastating thought, watching the Skinz in their hangout. They remind him of pictures from Buchenwald. "Stubble-crowned, tattooed, naked, and angular."
In "Blue Yonder," Vollmann mixes reportage on the city's street people with a vein of Expressionist nightmare. It is a semi-fiction; his portrait of drifters and bums is counterpointed by his account of a schizoid madman, Zombie, who moves among them stunning them with his cane, pouring Drano into their mouths and decapitating them. It is a horrifying piece, claustrophobic in its intensity and detail. [Not so good or bad, but simply constricted?]
In "The Indigo Engineers," again a mix of fiction and reporting, Vollmann writes of the Survival Research Laboratory. It consists of three engineers who design and build terrifying machines with scythe blades, flame-throwers and sensors. They star in theater-of-cruelty spectacles. Rabbit-like and human-like robots are released; the killing machines go after them and tear them bloodily to pieces.
The piece takes the form of interviews with the engineers, who are passionately matter-of-fact about their job. Intercut with these is the story of Pawel, whose family was taken to Gestapo headquarters in Poland when he was a child. An officer gave him an apple; the family was suddenly and arbitrarily released. And Vollmann weaves the two stories together.
And as I stood talking at the register to Alyssa at the bookstore, in walks John the Bartender from the pub. He is looking for a copy of The Rainbow Stories, and there is one, after some looking around, and this is how it came to be mentioned here.
I finished Lafcadio's Adwentures, aka the Vatican Swindle, aka Caves du Vatican. It was good. I plan on another bottle of Gide someday.
Maybe one will wash up on Coronado Beach.
Doncha tell zBrown or Licky--one is on the wagon, the other is off his rocker.
The Vole is the 'most maximalist' and the 'ex post fatualist' in one small corpus literatus.--MFM, gone to sunrise
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 20, 2014 - 11:18am PT
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Just spotted now at Coronado North Beach, site of the infamous 1964 arrest of zBrown for trepassing on a Federal Reservation. "Ya got any ID in them baggies, son?"
Not one of these kids ever backpacked weed across the border, though Jackie Coogan was in a car crash near Pine Valley in May 4, 1935 which killed his father and three others. Apparently, he therefore did not attend "cinco" at Hussongs.
The first known ad for the infamous "Songs without a Name"
If you find yourself in the position of looking for stuff, it can be found, but there will be travel involved (to Stateline Road).
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mar 20, 2014 - 06:45pm PT
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DYSLEXICS UNTIE!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2014 - 08:38pm PT
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A dyslexic walks out of a Denny's feeling like a god.
He shoulda eat at home.
I'm off to the Mission to see what they got cookin'.
I haven't seen hide nor hair of Gandalf, and I'm worried.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2014 - 11:36pm PT
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Elevator Shaft, II/5.8, Jim Bridwell and Phil Bircheff, 1965."deep""nasty-looking""One very long pitch up this chimney..." "...leads to a grassy terrace."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 20, 2014 - 11:38pm PT
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Dyslexic dude show up a toga party dressed as a goat?
Anhywaty, there is good news, Licky has commenced work on a book about the Mayonaise missing airplane.
I don't know much about talking with celebrities, but Michele was once told by Nancy Reagans' secret service agent that "Mrs. Reagan does not speak to servants". WWTTFF?
Lord it's raining here and it's storming on the deep blue sea
Lord it's raining here and it's storming on the deep blue sea
Can't no blonde headed woman make a monkey out for me
[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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Mar 21, 2014 - 12:01am PT
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The Process is ongoing.
Scientific methodology is the new religion.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
LIKE IT OR NOT!
But, "Why; Why; Why?"
Stay tuned in, suckers, I mean seekers.
The truth is WAY out there,
yet closer than we can know.
"The wide way you seek is higher than you can possibly imagine, sister.
I say go this way: take a left at the second star,
then follow the bull straight through to morning.
You'll get to the base of Peter Pan a lot faster than walking.
And, no, I don't know about any plane crash. Sorry."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2014 - 07:24am PT
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Dear Readers,
We have settled on the Working Title of of zBrown's memoirs, now nearing the conclusion of its third draft:
Noontime on the Beaches of North and South Bay.
Bolt, Mineheart, Point Richmond Publishing Co.
I predict a bit more than 20 weeks on the Times Bestseller List, topping out at #9 or #10.
No literary prizes will be collected, though it's likely to be on several long lists for literary rewards--the Ban Looker, the Quicky Licky, Braun Brown, and the No Bull prizes, I'm thinking.
Pre-order your copy today. Subscriptions are available thru my email, so PM me and send cash, check, money order, or wait till my Pay-Pal account is set up. Ten dollars and fifty cents per order.
Hey, it's already on the bargain cart, manner of speaking.
Who sez surfers can't write as well as climbers?
Tami, we understand your unwillingness to be the illustrator, and Throwpie, we know you have serious other commitments.
Lollie was too busy, as well.
When the tough get going, we rule. We have done it ourselves and are rather proud of the results.
http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2013/mar/12/booker-prize-literary-awards
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/feb/19/hilary-mantel-duchess-cambridge-scandal?guni=Article:in%20body%20link
We are still interested in a bomber cover photo, however.
And Tom Wolfe's still negotiating for the introduction, but I am not sanguine about this.
Chouinard, well, he's just not a South Bay guy, though he thought he was qualified. Besides, he wouldn't pony up for any pre-orders himself, so...
"Gnarly. Let's hit the Aero Club."[Click to View YouTube Video]Sean and the Band have agreed to do the Launch Party!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2014 - 08:10am PT
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Seaweed is not the best material for a longboard, as they found. Local legend Spice McDougal on a test run. RIP.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 21, 2014 - 06:13pm PT
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^^It does make good gunpowder though.
Where are you from?
Locker* could touch this up to make a cover foto that would be da bomb!
You know, put zBrown's head on Slim and switch Slim to goofy foot with an insert of Richie Valens right below "Hi There". Gotta cater to the entire audience if you know what I mean. La Bamba, SA.
Did he die in a plane crash of a plane full of dope? Doncha tell Waylon.
*No need for Lollygagging around with Tami and the Bachelor with Locker onboard. Notice who just moved back to Southern California. Baby you can shine my shoes, yes I'm gonna sing the bluz.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=539369&tn=15860#msg2369644
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 22, 2014 - 12:15pm PT
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"And REILLY ! My favorite bird of them ALL!!!!!!!!"--Bird thread commentary.
For shame, buddy!
Ron, you did NOT mean that...
Right, azzhat?!
Quail? I call party fowl!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 22, 2014 - 11:28pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2014 - 03:15am PT
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Say, there's Hay-soos!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2014 - 03:24am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2014 - 03:33am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2014 - 11:03am PT
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Sunny and warming.Spring is sprung.The draft of March, such as it has been, hath pierced to the roots, bathing each vein in sweet liqueur.
5.9, to the coffee shop.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 23, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
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That bird and that dog seem to change colors every so often.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2014 - 09:20pm PT
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what would happen, say, were a tribe to inhappy a vale
which prior was happy as it was
before being ripped and rapped
and opened up to civil eyesers
which was then given 'prophylaxis' by nps?
norway they'll go back
no matter how much one swedens the deal
finaland to ya as ya were, yo.
c u 2 da u.p., eh?http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow_Rules_(novel);
I love the part of this that lists the title in Portagee. See, Mr. Silva is of that descent. Whaddya make of that?
Bent minds think as one, on occasion.
The straight and narrow has too much mass appeal and is bad for us in the long run.
Nature runs no straight course, but meanders.
Thanks for that, Mr. zBrown.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 23, 2014 - 10:50pm PT
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Down on the assembly line
They keep puttin' the same things out
The people today, they just ain't buyin'
Nobody can figure it out
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Mar 24, 2014 - 03:21am PT
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Killer gnome bro!! :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2014 - 11:23am PT
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Some things are cool, they just don't make 'em down at the factry anymo.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2014 - 11:27am PT
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Not the Tremolos, not the Tamales, The Termales de Santa Rosa (not Nita's the other one)
That's not her grandma over there, that's actually her. We share similar tastes in earrings and really not much else, as far as I know at this time.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2014 - 11:45am PT
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First cousins once removed
Two people for whom a first cousin relationship is one generation removed.
The child of one's first cousin; also the first cousin of one's parent.
There. I have established what, in English-speaking countries, is my and Connie Jo Coonrod Marecich Chesnel __'s relationship.
We are first cousins, once removed, it appears.
It also appears, from Connie Chesnel's information on Facebook, that she is now living in Paris, and not in Sedona, AZ.
It may be, too, that she is no longer married to Pierre the Baker, from the Country Bakery.
http://www.deseretnews.com/article/60389/PIERRES-COUNTRY-BAKERY--A-SEARCH-FOR-PERFECT-FRENCH-BREAD---JUST-THE-WAY-HE-REMEMBERED-IT.html?p
Her FB page lists a marriage on March 27, 2013.
I sent a friend request. I hope she's friendly. This date, March 27, is the date of both my Nana's AND my Grandad's births.
Sister Lenna was coming to town that day for a picnic on their graves, but commitments to her grandkids will keep her in Sonora instead.
"C'est la vie," as the old folks say. "You never can tell."
"Life is not a perfect brew, ye stupid shite."--A. Bay Kerr, Mormon pioneer brewer
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2014 - 01:09pm PT
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Driving back home, we noticed all the cows were moving slowly south. We saw nary one cow going in another direction.
UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME - Bruce Phillips once told me on a long drive from Irvine to Santa Monica that this was Dylan's working title for the Bringing it All Back Home album. I could not confirm this with Bob at the frisbee-a-thon since I was adamant about not acknowledging who he was.
So:
Cows are notoriously languid creatures and make their way home at their own unhurried pace. That's certainly the imagery behind 'till the cows come home' or 'until the cows come home', but the precise time and place of the coining of this colloquial phrase isn't known. It was certainly before 1829 though, and may well have been in Scotland. The phrase appeared in print in The Times in January that year, when the paper reported a suggestion of what the Duke of Wellington should do if he wanted to maintain a place as a minister in Peel's cabinet:
If the Duke will but do what he unquestionably can do, and propose a Catholic Bill with securities, he may be Minister, as they say in Scotland "until the cows come home."
December 10, 1965 - Dylan is reputed to have called out, just before Tom Thumb's Blues - "this goes out to zBrown out there in the cheap seats, sorry z, Albert said no more free tickets and passes".
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 25, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
//John Elwell wrote about this image of one [Tijuana/IB] Slough Rider (himself) & his Phaeton on the beach at Coronado: "The Phaetons were rare cars. The 32's were special. I heard only about 20,000 were built and not many are around. They are worth big bucks now. In California they were called 'Tubs'... two door covertible sedans. Mine was a 'hot rod'. Racing and dragging was in, in those days. I kept a sleeping bag in the back and my diving gear. This one was finally into a wreck in Mexico when a drunk Mexican rear-ended two cars at a road block and I got stabbed in the melee that followed. We had been racing all the way from Coronado, with pit stops in Cantina's in TJ and Ensenada. The wreck occurred about 2:30 AM after the Ensenada pit stop on the way to a lobster hole at 181 Kilometers, a fish camp called Erendida." ~ Photo & caption courtesy of John Elwell.//
(from http://files.legendarysurfers.com/surf/legends/ls15_sloughs.shtml )
EDIT: As I look at the photo more closely, that little man is not working in the technical sense because he is not being paid (not even royalties for this gratuitous use of his image). Next off, that sure does not appear to me to be Coronado Beach.
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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Mar 25, 2014 - 06:02pm PT
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Bruce Phillips
Was thinking of him just the other day. Met him a couple of times. We had old friends in common. All the way back to the Utah lefties and wobblies.
Even before Moose Turd Pie.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 25, 2014 - 06:29pm PT
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"He's good though".
Now I actually was working on that drive north with Utah Phillips, since I got paid by the University of California to do it. He had participated in a class at UCI. What a good man he was.
BTW, if ya gotta just mail it in, then be sure to use Jimi stamps*:
*DISCLAIMER: I get no royalties from Jimi's estate.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 25, 2014 - 10:58pm PT
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I was just looking back upstream. That Jasmine Stephenson is really pretty.
Maybe I'll send her a letter, in which case I'll definitely use the new Jimi stamps.
you might say:
a fantastic collection of stamps good enough to win friends and
influence Uncle Tom
Anybody been to Peyto Lake (lately)?
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nita
Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
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Mar 27, 2014 - 10:33pm PT
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T Hocking, did you phone the Mouse house?..Three days and no posts, very unlike the Mouse.
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nita
Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
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Mar 27, 2014 - 11:46pm PT
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T,Hocking..We were about 6 miles away...but the weather was wild!.... Two days with over 2 inches of precep...lightning, thunder, pounding rain, hail,
crazy down drafts of wind and some big beautiful thunder clouds.
ps..A little bit worried...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2014 - 01:07am PT
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hey there say, nita, thocking... and all...
i was out of state, and not here postings, much, but i been back and was a bit worried,too, not seeing him, and THOUGHT you-all might have been him....
but, i DO remember that he was going on a trip with someone??
i will go back and check the email... and see.. he may be gone for a few days?
i think it was...
be write back, just a min...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2014 - 01:11am PT
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hey there say, nita, and all...
here... this was from the 24th... so could they have gone and left for somewhere, and be on the road, for to climb THIS weekend???
"Gene and I will be going climbing next weekend at Toll House. Wish us luck and good times."
mouse, hope it was okay to share this... we are just worried...
and i know you do enjoy sharing your climbs and trips...
hope you are back to post soon, we all miss you...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2014 - 01:13am PT
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hey there say, zbrown... i loved seeing that waterfall... and the wow-cows!! and the history pics...
very nice shares...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2014 - 02:36am PT
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hey there say... oh my... :(
emergency prayers going up all night now...
thanks for the info...
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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Mar 28, 2014 - 10:46am PT
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Where are you Mouse?
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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Mar 28, 2014 - 10:56am PT
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Just tried to call. Got a disconnect message. Where You hiding at Mouse?
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Gene
climber
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Mar 28, 2014 - 10:58am PT
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Hi all,
I just got off the phone with Brian. He's fine. He hasn't had WWW access for a few days but should be back online soon. He sends his regards.
Gene
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nita
Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
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Mar 28, 2014 - 11:05am PT
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Thanks Gene, The worry-wort in me.. had him dead or on the road traveling.
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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Mar 28, 2014 - 11:13am PT
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WOOT!!!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2014 - 01:00pm PT
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hey there say, all... whewwww...
good to know... say, should we send him some funds... sadly, i am sorry that i can't do this... :(
someone just helped me with my phone and internet now, so it is faster, but,
maybe a few of us can help him, if he needs it... i can, by the end of the month, if i get any babysitting, THEN, chip in... i just can't do it now, even more so, since my daddy died, :(
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Mar 30, 2014 - 11:25am PT
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Sometimes they are right when they issue flash flood warnings.
Recent heavy rains in Fish Creek show what happens when you don’t listen to the weather forecasts. Flash floods were predicted yet a father and son drove to Wind Caves to hike in the morning. Their truck was washed 1.75 miles down Split Mountain and the father and son were helicoptered out.
That little fisherman keeps popping up all aournd San Diego county.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 31, 2014 - 06:20pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown, dingus, and all...
so, no mouse, yet?? :(
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say... still hoping for mouse to get back online...hoping and praying that he is okay...
any more news... ?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A DENIER is a person with his head in the sand.
I do not deny that my head has been in the sand.
Therefore, I am still confused.
Did the blood rush to my head, causing me to black out, fall and not be able to rise?
No.
Did I go off on a toot?
No.
Did my internet funding cease?
Yes.
Am I back?
I was never there. How can I answer that? Do I look like a trichotomy?
To wit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trichotomy_(philosophy);
You kids have been awfully good since I have been away, if I was away.
What have you guys REALLY been up to?
Climbing? Nah, it's too wet.
So here's the Cranky Old Man, going on about his parenting style. He's Joe Bob Briggs's nicer side, ya ask me.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?
Perhaps the greatest validation a parent can receive is for his own children to emulate his parenting style. I recently observed my son copying one of my main parenting rules…never be a referee. Actually I did not realize this was my rule until my son reminded me.
One of the Crankettes came running to my son complaining that he was pushed and hit by his older sibling. My son’s response?
“What did you do to him?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“I tookt his ball.”
“Give the ball back and stop fighting.”
The Crankette returned to his brother and they went on playing without incident.
My son then turned to me and said,
“I learned that from you, you know.”
“Learned what.”
“That the way to stop from being a referee is to always take the non-whiners side. You always did that. Mike and I learned quickly to never bring you into an argument. We settled our battles without you because you always asked, ‘What did you do to him’.”
“Really.”
“Oh yeah, one time Mike and I got into a fight when you and mom were out to dinner. He pushed me and just as you and mom came home, I punched him in the nose. His nose started to bleed. He didn’t have a chance to retaliate. He didn’t cry, but he was mad at me. He was mad at me because,
‘Now I’m going to be in trouble because dad is going to ask what did I do to make you punch me.’
Sure enough, you heard the ruckus, came upstairs, saw Mike’s bloody nose and yelled,
‘What did you do to make Matt punch you?’
Because you always assumed any battle was the result of retaliation from what the other must have done, we never bothered to bring you into our battles. I am using the same technique.”
I am so proud!
Posted by joeh (the Cranky Old Man)
He took my parts!
What did you do to your poor little brother?
I knew he was gonna say that!
Buy American when you can.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Motors
And when you preserve.No, I replaced them with new ones. The old set was worn out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Good morning, Tad.Good morning, neebee.
And the rest of the mice and Evel and ThisJustIn and DMT...
It gouda been true.
But the truth is still out there, X-Files style.
Weather's still unsettled, according to Chaucer.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Non abbiamo bisogno di nessun badge pellegrino puzzolenti! Siamo Flames!
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Evel
Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
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Hiya Mouse! Chaucers spot on for the weather here. Just under two feet of fresh overnite, still coming down. WOOT!
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Ottawa Doug
Social climber
Ottawa, Canada
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Hey Mr. Mouse,
Awesome pics. Great to see you are back. Always enjoy your insights on this site!!! Thanks for helping with my psyche pre-climb last year.
Cheers,
Doug
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Spring.
To keep things current, let's check events, shall we?
http://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/chart-beat/1555851/april-4-1964-the-beatles-control-entire-top-five-on-billboard
No. 1, "Can't Buy Me Love"
No. 2, "Twist and Shout"
No. 3, "She Loves You"
No. 4, "I Want to Hold Your Hand"
No. 5, "Please Please Me"
Five X Four, my kinda thing.
Nawmean?
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[Click to View YouTube Video]1961, "It's been so long, You better wait a minute..."
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amyjo
Trad climber
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Mouse!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say.... three cheers, for mouse!!!!
*no, not the wash soap... ;)
say, not only do you show up, you show up with great fatherly advice, shared as it has moved into a NEW generations... :)
i too, have had some great family stuff... will email you later...
right now, my 23 year old dear bobby-bob cat, has died... :(
he was doing even-keel (for a non sailor, very well)but when i had to do that
miracle trip, about my dear daddy's memorial, the FIVE man-and-gal crew, could only do so much, for each critter... thus, my bobby-bob, did not get extra feedings, ... he did not look well when i got back... just waited for him to feed on back up, but--nope, the vet and i pretty much knew:
last legs... and those failed him, a few days later...
special help came, but we'd not go for huge test, we let him die at home,
and, thus he did...
on to the next gereration of my cats... is this:
only be a referee: if they have claws in each other, and then:
do NOT do it with word-spay, but water-spray...
you did well, mouse, for those kids!!!
say, and you did WELL, getting back here...
not many folks, love the clouds to roll in when waiting for spring and hoping for winter to leave...
but:
clouds here--which are very lovely pics, by the-flames-way, :)
are just meaning that mouse will RAIN down some
wonderful shares, and spring up to fresh things, and
keep reining over merced-action, here...
god bless and welcome back, though you were not gone... :))
i supposed, we SHOULD actually welcome THE COMPUTER CONNECTION back
instead, ;))
*except, it might make a habit of 'bowing out' just so you can 'bow' to
it's welcome, again... ;)
edit:
forgot...
i so much love that pretty colored woodduck? is it...
thanks for all the 'in coming' shares... :)
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dingus, wow, great spring shot and neat rainbow, thanks for sharing, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Merced Hills Golf Club, CLOSED 2002
5320 N Lake Rd
Merced, California, 95340
Phone: CLOSED
Submit more photos of this course
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They were finding some lost golf balls during pre-construction out at the UC campus, when they did some leveling and filling in of the golf course--which had been there maybe all of five years.
So few photos probably exist. I played on the course maybe three times, two for sure. The Oakland Raiders had a decent team back then, I recall. It was that long ago.
Merced is now 125 years old and growing...er, getting more dense?
"Grow Merced. Put this sticker on your car's bumper. Just do it. It's progress."
April 1, 1889, the place incorporated, opened for business, became a "hub city" like Redding, Chico, Marysville, Sacto, Stockton, Motown, Fresburg, Visalia, Goshen, Bakersfield.
My dear child and I attended the Hundredth Anniversary parade in '89, which was held on M Street, a very unusual venue for this town. It was rather special, come to think.
This year, the Merced Theater held a commemoration by having folks attend a film and a giveaway of eight hundred cupcakes there. A handful of admiring Congressmen and Assemblymen sent greetings in recognition of our expanding history, then Mayor Thurston delivered a speech which he may have written for an eighth grade civics class as a young teen--replete with history of the burg which was REPEATED IMMEDIATELY AFTER during the playing of a CD from the Historical Society--and THEN the cupcake handout.
Then, and only then...
did we get to see Joe E. Brown starring in Local Boy Makes Good, the film first shown at the Merced Theater in 1931, following its construction.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0022085/plotsummary?ref_=tt_ov_pl
There were five or six old classic cars and trucks parked in the old school DIAGONAL PARKING, which was helped by the fact that they roped off the street for the block.
I failed to bring my camera. I scored an extra cupcake, plus a piece of the cake which was in the shape of the Merced Theater, which is a piece of "Spanish Revival" architecture, BTW, like the VFW Hall.
I did take some early morning shots that April Fools' Day. They were decent.
And this is the "gag shot"--lame, huh?I liked this of all that I took last week. It is spring green in the tree-tops in Tree City.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Skateboard contest, Merced 1963. Your's truly, stylin on my Makaha
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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of course, the high jump
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Early Santa Cruz action! This was the first real skate park I ever saw...I remember going there in maybe 1974? Before that, there was a drainage ditch off the freeway just south of 41st ave
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzZ3-dvpyPs
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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^^ Are those wires in photo #1 above attached to your shorts? If so, is this a rules violation? Your photos are only a couple years after I was riding my 2X4 with skate wheels. How quickly things change.
It reminds me that I've watched Dogtown and zBoys twice and the documentary version also.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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My first board was a steel wheeled 2x4 with shag rug glued on top.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nothing like a midnight run thru Wawona tunnel...
Here's some vintage wheels. '63 Makaha (nose chopped off for some forgotten reason) and a '75 Neverflex. Certain things, I hang on to....
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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shag rug glued on top Now that is definitely uptown. Did you patent it? I hope you at least got a trademark on "Shaggo Grom".
This is not me, nor is it Michele. I'll try to get a shot of her when her Shaggo arrives.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Makes grip tape seem pointless
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Fresh parking lot, new Hobie...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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The new UC is the best thing thats happened to Merced in a long while. Beautiful location, nice town. I haven't lived there since '71 but couldn't asked for a better place to grow up. Not the Leave it to Beaver place it once was....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzZ3-dvpyPs
It's fun to run these old films backwards, too.
But I miss the old technology...but two X fours worked only up to a point, in the mid-sixties. They made good downhill runners at the Presidio in Monterey on their sidewalks--hauling ass down a hill with nobody in your way and the wind in your hair and you're on the family's insurance...what could be better for careless youth?
Then the underclass came along with thinner & lighter & then they got outclassed by more flexible and so on...and real trucks and wheels, too!
Throwpie, Barry McAuley still rules, HE THINKS!!!!
Little Daughter Up the Mortarboard, by M.F.M. Wells.
In light of the fact that skateboards were not banned on campus (yet), she decided to skate to class that morning. It was PE class and her climbing harness and shoes were in her locker, so she simply wore loose fitting shorts and KMart tennies and a light sweatshirt that had a UCM on the chest.
On the back of the garment was the name MooseDrool.
She knew she had her "A+" on that basis alone, but she realized it was up to her to get better at climbing than her old man, who was exceptional for who he was.
[End of Part I.]
Andrzej, my ghost-writing is cheap and I have more ideas. Call me. They could be tennies from Walmart, if you like, or the word Andrzej might as easily appear on the back of the sweatshirt, too.
"Hope you are feeling weller than you were, MD," said Dr. Wellbee wearily "I'm feeling a little low, myself. I may have The Blues Again."
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I have secret underground plans for this other major project, on which I would like some advice. The working title is, Are You Looking at Me?: The Rise of Vanity Publishing & Self-Promotion Cults in the 20th Century
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Barry McAuley is a kook.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Legend: if a full-sized man can skate thru it, there's a pot of gold at the end.
BELIEVE IT, O'NAUGHT!
Since it's Sattiday, and some of you will go out to impress,
here's a kicker for the evening.
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And good luck to all the Wild and Crazy!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There were two Steve Johnsons from Merced whom I know/knew. The first was a next-door neighbor with a dog named Dog-Dog and two pretty sisters.
The other was this guy, another Mouse, interestingly, whom I never met till the eighties. He's real good and so he doesn't choose to live here.
Like Pie.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Congrats to moosedrool's daughter, mouse and throwpie. The Merced Three or as we like to say, amongst The Flames hangers-on, Los/Las Dos Amigos y Una Amiga.
I will observe regarding that cow photo above that apparently once the cows actually do arrive home, they no longer are required to look all in the same direction. However, despite the cloud (apparently not actually invented by a computer guru at Xerox Palo Alto Research Center and probably not man-made at all), nary a single cow appears to be looking up.
Reporting from in them old calla lily fields back home.
OT:
Are gunsmithing skills still taught as UC Merced?
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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No gunsmithing that I remember...but, every boy I knew, at twelve, went to Hunter's Safety at the old gun club out on G grade. Funny...we were all armed to the teeth...well, 22s and 12 guages...but...I don't recall any politics regarding guns. But then I was twelve.
I DID send a lot of jackrabbits to heaven. Then I got stoned and gave up killing things.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The parents wouldn't think of my owning a firearm. Mike was enough, my mom likely felt--and so my dad probably thought so, too. I never really WANTED a firearm until I was thirty, actually; and then I only wanted a black powder weapon. But one day shortly after making that decision I got in an accident that nearly took my sight in my right eye.
Dear God:
Was that you talking to me? Gee, thanks.
Me.
Soon after THAT, along came Guns 'n' Roses.
http://www.gametrailers.com/videos/3lwmkj/guns-n-roses-parody-hilarious---
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, moosedrool... wow, as to this:
A special place to me. My daughter got her PhD over there in 2012.
happy congrats, to the both of you... :)
zbrown, loved those ol' calla lily fields, back home, phrase, ;))
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Neebee. Good to hear from a master phrase-ologist.
My father (the Judge at the time) was adamant about no gunz. He relented and my brother got a BB gun and proceeded to nearly shoot the lights out of my cousin's eye in a BB gun shootout.
Although the official story was that a bottle was hit and some glass richocheted up into his eye, that pretty much clinched the gunz end of story. Well that and the fact that two fellow paperboys went out shooting after work one morning with their 22's and one came home dead.
This is reputed to be the first gun of some guy who posts on the ST all the time in favor of arming up (not to be confused with manning up).
Do not confuse with Mitch Ryder, he was more into wheels. If I recall correctly (and sometimes I don't), Mitch invented the Shaggo Grom.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Sugar Shine, Sweet Home Carolina. The North will rise again. ("Save your Confederate Dollars" -Neil Young ).
BTW, belie is not what the author intended to say, I hope. He or she doesn't likely mean belay either. Conclusion: the author is likley an ignorant, peckerwood Northerner.
North Carolina’s Sugar Mountain tops out at 5,300 feet and has a total vertical drop of 1,200 vertical feet, one of the longest cumulative drops of any resort in the Southeast. But vertical drop alone doesn’t belie a slope’s steepness. For that, you have to look at the slope’s actual grade or pitch. That’s where Sugar shines, with three black diamond runs beginning a mile high in elevation with pitches greater than 40 percent. Both Boulderdash and Whoopdedoo have the steepest stretches of skiable terrain on the mountain with pitches that max out at 48 percent, and Tom Terrific comes in a close second with a 45 percent stretch.
To put this in perspective, at most Western resorts, slopes are given black diamond status when they begin to tip 40 percent in grade, which puts all three of Sugar’s expert-only slopes squarely in legitimate black diamond territory. The slopes are so steep, Sugar has to hook their snow cats up to winches in order to groom the most vertical pitches.
“Boulderdash and Whoopdedoo are both straight fall line slopes,” says Kim Jochl, a former member of the U.S. Alpine Ski Team who now runs the marketing program at Sugar. “They don’t curve around the mountain, they go straight down it.”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Now we're talking...little brother was a speed skier.
He got to Europe one season and there was no snow at the resorts, like--not a "normal" season at all. He got in two races, that was it.
He lost his shirt and returned to the US in a snit.
BB King and crew...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Tora! Tora! Tora!
Between Mike and I, we had two mighty ship models: His was the USS Forrestal, the carrier and the pride of the Pacific Fleet; and mine, the Arizona, Pearl Harbor icon.
We used a whole pack of precious BBs sinking them in the pool one summer day, and had collected all of the ballistic evidence off the bottom long before Boomer got home from work.
The models never really "sank" due to physics...parts fell off and went to the bottom individually. (No sailors were harmed in the making of this grim memory.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That no-guns attitude was popular when I was four years old. I recall these serials pretty well, but didn't realize the peacenik theme, of course.
[Click to View YouTube Video]This looks like it was Film Dawn Location, but it was at the Movie Ranch, the producer is Katzman = Scrooge.
"I came to see Stanislaus...can we be alone?"
"Get me back to the coffee house, daddy-o! This is a message from my friends in the old country."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Please don't EXPECT anything around here. Nor expectorate. Thank you.
Remember meeting Laura Cunningham, the artist and naturalist, a few weeks ago, the native of El Cerrito? She has an exhibit at the Merced County Courthouse Museum still, and it is marvelous. Try to catch it.
Here is something else she has been into, along with Ken Brower: it's prompted by my concern for red salamandars who may have been involved in the rockfall at Hetch Hetchy yesterday.
What a tragedy that must have been for hundreds of the little guys! the horror! It gives me "the Willies."
http://www.earthisland.org/journal/index.php/elist/eListRead/a_vision_for_restoring_yosemites_hetch_hetchy_valley/
One thing that's kept me awake at night more than one time--how many versions of the Mickey Mouse Club show have there been?
Three, at least. My medications are kept in a lunchbox from the 1977 version.
http://celebrity.yahoo.com/blogs/celeb-news/annette-britney-most-successful-mouseketeers-035054563.html
You all knew this info, huh? I'm the last to know Timberlake was a Mouseketeer, then, or Britney for that matter...*sigh*
http://summerexplore2010.blogspot.com/2010/07/hard-life-of-high-end-sneaker-shops-in.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Returning from Europe, or probably anywhere, in a snit is a difficult task even for a speed skier or BB gun artist. Just think if it went down near some Australian Mountain Range. No reason for it, but I imagine it would be some kind of change.
Likewise, a gnat, as far as going down near Australia. Ease of use significantly better.
...the Gnat possessed outstanding performance features including a 10,000 foot-per-minute climb rate, and a roll rate in excess of 360 degrees per second.
I can honestly say, that I don't know if anything belied it and there appears to be no published data on down-climb rate, but probably faster than a speeding BB.
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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Tanks for the polyhyphenated hydrocarbons.
Ahh yes, Daisy and the Beast inside the boy.
Begged for a Daisy (many of my rural Salt Lick County male friends had 22's or even bigger, Howard even had a 30-30. Talk about big gun envy!).
Me Dad (WWII Royal Navy officer) said no "real man needs a gun" except police or in warfare. I kept begging.
My B'day came around (10th perhaps). There's the Daisy!!! A few stern words from me Dad: "don't you ever fire it at a living thing"
A few weeks later, thinking I was unobserved, took a shot at that Blue Jay on top of the power pole in my front yard. Missed the blighter of course. Me Mum had seen it. Me Dad got home, out into the front yard, down with my trousers and a spanking. Right there in front of God and all the kids walking home from school. The only spanking I ever deserved(mostly), or got. And I kept the Daisy. Got to be a pretty good shot with it too. But never at another living thing.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... oh my, just trying to imagine you and mike, trying to collect all those b'b's... :)
BBB:
better b-b boys...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Did I ever tell ya how, B.B. King got his name? Don't start me to talkin'.
And, doncha tell Henry nor talk to Lucille, she'll talk back,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucille_(guitar);
The 80th Birthday Lucille
In 2005, for B.B. King's 80th birthday, Gibson made a special run of 80 Gibson Lucilles, referred to as the '80th Birthday Lucille'. The first prototype was presented to King as a birthday present. King used the guitar as his main guitar until the summer of 2009, when it was stolen from him. On September 10, 2009, Eric Dahl* unknowingly purchased the stolen instrument from a pawn shop in Las Vegas. Upon researching information on the instrument, he was contacted by a Gibson Artist Relations representative, who informed Dahl of the stolen status of the guitar. This Lucille was returned to King in late November 2009, who was happy to receive his 80th birthday present back.--link
*Eric Dahl wrote the book titled B.B. King's Lucille and the Loves Before Her, Blue Book Publications, 2013.
Pee Wee King/Texas Toni Lee & Southland Polka
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Question: Does Mexican music have German roots? I was listening to a radio station with an eclectic selection of music and I heard what I thought was a terrific German polka band. And then I found out that the band wasn't German at all, but Mexican. Is it just coincidence that so much Mexican music sounds like German oom-pah-pah?
Answer: It's no coincidence at all. The story of the Mexican style of music you're talking about had its origins in central Texas around 1830 when a few immigrants established the first German settlement. The word about Texas spread back home, and within a few years formal efforts were under way to help Germans establish themselves in what would become known as the German Belt.
At the time — and even now, to a certain extent — the Río Grande marked more of a political and geographical divide than a cultural one, and the musical styles of the immigrants became popular among those of Mexican heritage. One of the most important musical instruments of the Germans' musical style, the accordion, became especially popular and was frequently used in dance music such as waltzes and polkas.
Today, various overlapping styles of music that descended in part from the German music include tejano (from the Spanish name for Texas, Tejas), conjunto (which features the accordion along with the bajo sexto, similar to a 12-string guitar), Tex-Mex, quebradita (heavy on the horns), banda (similar to the polka), ranchera, norteño and various mixtures of the above. The musical style also has influenced music from other parts of Mexico, such as the mariachi music of the Guadalajara area. Such musical styles are especially popular in northern Mexico and in places of the United States where there is a large immigrant population of Mexican heritage. Incidentally, the music is nearly always performed in Spanish, even by Mexican-Americans who speak primarily English.--link below
http://spanish.about.com/cs/culture/f/germanmusicqa.htm
"An Orchestra in a Box."/NPR All Things Considered, eyes & ears esp.
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=136891051&m=136930308
Raul Barboza/Tren expreso
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZ2f_AqAK-s
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 10, 2014 - 11:02am PT
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Too hot to handle - factory declared a nuisance http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-26975852
Caution: flaming drivel could be next. Let's all look sharp here.
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Orchestra in a Box. Pffft - How about an orchestra in a little piece of vinyl. At the risk of redundancy, let's look sharp. Note: NEW ORTHOPHONIC HIGH FIDELITY
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OT: Jerome's family actually hailed from Spain and Sweden/Ireland, all of which aren't that far from Germany. What with "Deutschland Uber Alles" I can see it happening. Carlos, who is actually slightly younger than me, hails from Jalisco and Tijuana, so you can't blame him. Steve Jordan is
A graduate of the Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music in New York and though Germany and Italy are oftentimes associated in impolite conversation, he isn't taking the rap either, being more inclined to give up the rap, if you know what I'm sayin'.
Anyway, to bring it all home, is musta been Jerome.
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OT2: Still haven't figured out yet who the girl in the red dress is, but the harmonica in "Jerome" appears to have been played by Billy Boy Arnold and was added in production. [Bo Diddley week here K-OTAY].
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Apr 10, 2014 - 11:13am PT
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Mouse, things woulda gone a lot better for Mexico if they had adopted the music of the Irishmen
in St Patrick's Battalion instead of the Germans in the same unit. But, as you well know, you
can't buy good taste. Do read up on the battalion.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2014 - 11:55am PT
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Johnny Cash/Wayfaring Stranger (Over Jordan)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIlbZAP8ASQ
He took a swig of whiskey from the bottle before putting his pen down to the paper, "It's done, Angie. I just put the last son of a bitch to ever make your life a living hell to rest out here in the Nevada desert. The police will be here any minute, but I won't waste too much of their time. Don't be too sad, there is happiness in the world for you, just not enough for people like me."
The flashing red and blue lights caught his eye in the rearview mirror as they broke on the horizon. With shaking hands, he put the pen down and picked up his .357 magnum. As steady as he could, he put the gun to the side of his head and closed his eyes. As the sound of the shot rang out, a single teardrop fell onto the last thing he wrote in his note to Angie, which was, "Be happy."
--From the commentary on Cash's recording above
Is it a round hole and a square peg or the other way round? Either way would be otay, but not Otay ('oh-TIE').
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2014 - 12:16pm PT
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Reilly, lad.
I've read a novel about the St. Patricios. The hangings stuck in my mind.
Some vicious bastions in that crew, shooting officers in the main during the last battle. Opportunistic and maybe fulfulling, too, for some, but good form, all the same!
I found it slightly odd, considering your recommending this subject, that they were led by a certain Jon Riley.
[Click to View YouTube Video]From Dublin to San Diego.
zBrown y Woodie de La Playa/Erin Go Right aka Beach Battle Bingo
[Click to View YouTube Video]"That man wants to die."
Dudes would simply not heed our warnings. Stay out of our patch. Surf here and you die.
Homer had it all wrong. Besides, Helen was his GF's cat.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2014 - 12:49pm PT
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Speaking of cats, I would like to extend an official Flames condolence to neebee over your recent bereavement Bobby-Bob, companion of many years.
Recently, "BB" (the little BB brain!) was the center of a storm when he swallowed a needle ("What were you thinkin'?"--Dr. Pheline).
It came out all right in the end, but this time...I'm so sorry for your loss.
This for you, then--
THE PURRY GATES
(Anon)
It seems that I've reached Heaven, or its doorstep at any rate,
And been winding round St Peter's ankles by the Pearly Gates,
I've plucked the angels' harp-strings and made a merry sound,
But it's plucking at my heartstrings that you are not around.
So I think I'll sit and wait here, just outside the door,
And as the souls come floating in, I'll tap them with my paw,
And when you seek admittance, they'll rename this place -
It will become Purradise, and these the Purry Gates!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 11, 2014 - 06:58pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh my, thank you so very kindly... i never thought i'd get through that awful cat-needle episode...
god's love and grace, and the thanksgiving scoop, as to the 'poop' was:
a miracle victory...
was a hard sad time, this time, getting over this, too, as:
i had LEFT him behind for a trip to my grieving mom... :(
ol' bobby must have somewhere along the line, slipped a knotch, :(
was okay, but not very well, when i got back... did my best, but wow:
23 years, is a long time and the good lord knew--it must have been time to go home... at least, i was here for him...
dear friend lisa, too, tried to help--just in case...
a good just in case, last a lifetime, even if the case, was not to be...
here is ol' bobby bob, back in his 'hay day' or, 'pillowstuff' day,
as, modern-life, our pillows are not stuffed with 'hay'... ;)
thank you for thinking of me, and my critters, mouse... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 11, 2014 - 07:43pm PT
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RIP Bobby-Bob!
What a nice looking fellow he was. 23 is really an amazing life for a cat.
Must be the neebee aura.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 11, 2014 - 08:04pm PT
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Flames vs Car Thread? decisions, decisions, decsions
PACIFIC SURFBOARDS LOST PUPPY LONG WAY FROM HOME Hi, how ya doin. This board only marked " PACIFIC SURFBOARDS IMPERIAL BEACH " is here in Minnesota ? what can ya tell me about it ?.. I have had very little luck on the internet getting any info .. all I know is it really does not work on frozen water.. I wiIl display it when I'm cruising in my old cars... 50 Chev Sedan Delivery and my 58 Ranchero.
Thanks for any help
Funny that the guy couldn't answer Dan's query. The whole story is here.
I knew many of these guys. Some are now dead.
http://imperialbeach.patch.com/groups/sports/p/south-coast-surfboards-an-imperial-beach-original-celebrates-50-years
Dan
The Wedge (stormy)- location, location, location - his is not good
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 11, 2014 - 09:46pm PT
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May want to click to enlarge this one
Mysterious Danish Group Builds Exotic Compound on Baja Coast
http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2010/feb/03/cover-mysterious-danish-exotic-compound-baja/
Could the answer be blowing in Tvind?
As we headed home to the United States, we came to a military checkpoint on the highway just north of the Santo Tomás Valley. A machine gunner watched from a hillside, and soldiers behind barricades of sandbags and used tires gripped automatic weapons — signs of Mexico’s drug-war violence. The vehicle in front of us was thoroughly searched after all of its riders were required to step out. We were asked by a solider where we had been, and I replied, “San Juan de las Pulgas.” He quickly waved us through. Though relieved, I momentarily wondered, as someone who might pass for a middle-aged Dane, about the extent of Tvind’s influence in Mexico.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 11, 2014 - 10:31pm PT
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When it comes to mountain real estate it's all
Production, production, production
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 11, 2014 - 11:38pm PT
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Robert Crumb's Heroes of Blues Jazz and Country
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kemzZeD8E9w
01. Memphis Jug Band - On The Road Again
02. Blind Willie Mctell - Dark Night Blues
03. Cannon's Jug Stompers - Minglewood Blues
04. Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues
05. Jaybird Coleman - I'm Gonna Cross The River Of Jordan Some O' These Days
06. Charley Patton - High Water Everywhere
07. Frank Stokes - I Got Mine
08. Dock Boggs - Sugar Baby
09. Shelor Family - Big Bend Gal
10. Hayes Shepherd - The Peddler And His Wife
11. Crockett's Kentucky Mountaineers - Little Rabbit
12. Burnett & Rutherford - All Night Long Blues
13. East Texas Serenaders - Mineola Rag
14. Weems String Band - Greenback Dollar
15. Bennie Moten's Kansas City Orchestra - Kater Street Rag
16. King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band - Sobbin' Blues
17. Parham-Pickett Apollo Syncopaters - Mojo Strut
18. Frankie Franko And His Louisianians - Somebody Stole My Gal
19. Clarence Williams' Blue Five - Wild Cat Blues
20. Jelly Roll Morton & His Red Hot Peppers - Kansas City Stomps
21. Jimmy Noone - King Joe
Honeycomb. Abandoned. Empty. Rotting in the sun. A wedge of wax.Sunrise over the Sierra Nevada, Merced Courthouse.Sunset over Mount Diablo.Sunset clouds, courthouse park.
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throwpie
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Berkeley
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Apr 12, 2014 - 12:15am PT
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Z, the shape and finbox give it away as a late 60s, early seventies board. From the very beginning of the short board era.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 12, 2014 - 07:25am PT
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hey there say, moosesdrool... thanks for the heads up, for turning up our heads, to VIEW the 'ol eclipse, :)
wow, and mouse, i just looked farther back:
you got me missing south texas and ALL that music... they have each and every kind... plus: the cumbia, too :)
mexican oom pah pah... really neat, :)
best music, down there... :)
also, thank you zbrown, for the condolences,as to dear bobby-bob cat...
he was very very special, and i really do hope i added to his time here...
here sure made my life a lot more fun, too, by his fun ways, :)
well, busy busy busy now... or, was...
need to go sleep now, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 12, 2014 - 11:00am PT
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neebee
I'd have given him my Grateful Dead shirt to wear to heaven (pictured above), but I'd already given it to my cat Buster. Funny how we'll even give the shirts off our backs to our feline and canine buddies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2014 - 11:14am PT
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What are "Jewlaps?"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"You have to know when to stop, and when to put on the muu-muu, let the hair grow white, and to start dancing around like a crazy clown."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2014 - 11:32am PT
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Moosedrool, thank you for the "head up."*
I witnessed one of these blood moons in '82, I believe it was, with my daughter, who was not yet five, from the Shirley residence in Box Canyon, high above the towns of Chatsworth and Canoga Park in the Dan Fernando Valley and will always remember how CLOSE it seemed and how MAGNIFIED it was!
I'd love to be someplace special to photograph this event, like in the hills.
Or even in the hills north of town, my pet walking area, which is now covered in green for just a few weeks more.
*A 'head up' is for one guy, a 'heads up' is for multiple persons, you dig?
Real James Ellroy fans know about bloody moons.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_on_the_Moon_(novel);
Some Moon Man on the drum kit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=El6mMTvEGdw
And that closes out this page with a bang, my friends.
Be sure to check out this new volume of literature based on himself. Moosedrool On the Moon: Ways to enjoy a sabbatical. $5.95 pbk. (cheap).
"Knowing that it's hard to find
Stuff way back in his mind..."
He has put it down on paper with his pen and with his ink
(For him it's a silly caper) for us to read and us to think.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 12, 2014 - 12:15pm PT
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T.Hanks for the memory loss.Items in his head after all this time alone include these: "Is this South or North Laguna? Is it still Friday? Is my short still in Long-Term Parking? Where's Ron gone off to?"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 12, 2014 - 04:04pm PT
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Itidarod de IB
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 13, 2014 - 10:52am PT
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Infamous faceless surfer of IB
Although near the Boulevard and possessing no valid license, the shark was not ticketed (out of kindness I suppose).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 14, 2014 - 02:57pm PT
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The wedding party at the Courthouse Museum steps, a traditional place to have your pics taken, professionally. I was lurking for this handsome small party's session on Saturday. Bon voyage, lovers!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 15, 2014 - 09:43pm PT
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A post from a dude named Robert on another channel...about fleas and sugar from Cuba.
I remember when Castro came to power.
It didnt' mean anything to me...I was only 8 or 9 years old. But i remember watching TV and The Tonight Show was on. (He [Steve Allen, host] was the predecessor to Jack Parr who preceded Johnny Carson who went before Jay Leno for all you x-generators here). Steve Allen sat down at the piano and started his own impromptu, Cuban Style Salsa of Batista Flees which was the headline of the NY TIMES when all this came about.
It's funny, the things we remember.
Robert
I have remembered this song, as well.
It went like, "My dog has Batista fleas...yada yada yada."
And the Bircheff Bros. stayed for a few years in the off-season on Avenida de las Pulgas, while Dave worked at a metal-plating gig, I think.
It pays to remember the small things, sometimes. Not this time, especially, but some of the time...
A lot of it is just noise.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5-RUCrWAqk
Zappa/How's Your Bird?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pammx7qRUA
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 16, 2014 - 10:07am PT
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I was gonna day trip to the Valley today. It is not in the cards.
Just have things here need doin'. Playin' Euro-country today.
I blame Lollie and her English pies. Thanks for the idea, little lady. :0)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
You can do this, too!
Yee-haw!
[Click to View YouTube Video]And this one's for neebee. I hope ulla preciate it.
And Mr. Moosedrool, here's yer pie and coffee, bub.[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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Apr 16, 2014 - 02:39pm PT
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It's not raining. I wish that it were raining. It would be nice to simply walk out and splash puddles.
"This drought is ferocious isn't it, Ringo?"
"Yes, John, it certainly is feronious. We should work up Bog Dylan's song about droogs--we might get another chart-topper."
"That would be topping, lad!"
"Aye, wouldn't it?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koqK7KXt-fU
Moosedrool is precious. It will grow excellent cabbages and lettuces when applied in a conscientious program of drip irrigation using refined drool and regular professional checkups by such as Khanom or Vicky.
There is still a chance for a decent pea crop this year...and possible whirled peas for us all. But it's a decidedly desperate chance.[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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Apr 17, 2014 - 12:01am PT
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There are hobbles...and there are worse things than hobbles. This seems like one.
Sanskara, hope you get up and cracking soon. This must be a painful experience.
I'd like to say rSin is doing better, but he's having to deal with a hole in his gut daily, the result of his much-delayed hernia surgery, last I heard.
On the plus side of today's ledger, I saw this old warhorse yesterday. It's the size of two or more Le Cars, I'll bet.
[Click to View YouTube Video]The average tourist might not think of which tower is in the foreground of this video's fine photo.
But Throwpie knows.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 17, 2014 - 09:45am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 17, 2014 - 11:05pm PT
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Has Jeff checked in lately" I'm getting a little concerned.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 17, 2014 - 11:08pm PT
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Likewise
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2014 - 10:40am PT
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Jeff called from his mom's yesterday...I failed to answer in time.
No one answered when I responded...Phone tag is simply a crime.
I can't seem to get this new phone to work properly...I'm so Twentieth Century.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2014 - 03:11pm PT
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Apple. (No Oranges.)[Click to View YouTube Video]
Walking away from a fool...and his money...on a hill?[Click to View YouTube Video]"I got it."--Moosedrool
Hurry!
Band recital![Click to View YouTube Video]Sir Paul McCartney conducting, and my daughter got her doctorate at Rutgers, so there.
Followed by the Friday Night Fights, sponsored by Gillette Blue Blades!
Look & feel sharp as a new Dhouinard knifeblade!
Apple core!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2014 - 03:54pm PT
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I stumbled toward the curtains and pulled them.
My mouth fell open in amazement. All I could see was blue.
Blue sky. Blue sea.
The sun reflected in the crests of tiny waves that dazzled the surface like diamonds, though the water appeared entirely smooth and undisturbed.
Blue. All shades of blue, unpaintably similar shades.
Sapphire. Indigo. Cerulean. Azure. Turquoise.
And so many other types of blue I could never identify.
So much blue, it had ceased to be blue at all and had became green and purple.
And in the sea, boats with their single masts, sunning themselves like lazy turtles.
I squinted, shaded my eyes, and tried to separate objects from glare.
I could vaguely make out the hulk of an island in the distance and another farther away, a hazy mirage on the horizon: to the left of my view, the remains of a castle with a round tower surrounded by ruined green walls.
--Misfortune by Wesley Stace
Ronnie Milsap/Too Late To Worry (Too Blue To Cry)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toRb_YBHsXY
Charles Ford Band/All These Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHTXqMtKDRk
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 19, 2014 - 10:04pm PT
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Curious coincidence.Photo is credited to Edwin L. Braun, early fifties; part of the SC High Trip of '54.
Taken in the late sixties, early seventy.There is no photo credit but it is from an ad for Time/Life's Living Water.
Two E. Brauns. E.B. Hmmm...
I think that Werner has an auntie and uncle living someplace in the Bay Area. Hmmm...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 21, 2014 - 10:47pm PT
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has goldilocks checked in lately?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 21, 2014 - 11:22pm PT
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Nope.
But "Two Bears" checked out.
http://bismarcktribune.com/uncategorized/brad-two-bears/article_67e386df-2aa9-5ed1-a991-18ad1a11dbe1.html
In the year Liz passed there was a man named Brad Two Bears lived here in Atwater,
a member of their police force in some capacity, like volunteers or some such.
He was a former LA cop, a Sioux, and a practicing shaman. He and his wife were friends of Liz.
There was a to-do over her dying youngish and Brad came by to invoke the spirits,
leaving a small mound of tobacco as a propitiation, and it remained in place until he returned to reclaim it.
He's long gone, now, as well. He was pushing eighty then.
Are those Russian bears? I have some running dogs for them commie bastions.
http://www.weirdtwist.com/2012/12/russian-bear-hunting-dog-caucasian.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 22, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Those appear to be Three bears, not Russian bears.
The only one I ever knew who was an actual Native American was Smallfire Hawk.
He was with us the night we tried to outredneck the rednecks.
I do not know how Three Bears are related to Ten Bears except that there are definitely more.
[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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Apr 22, 2014 - 09:31pm PT
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Ah, yes. You were "mocking melodye" in yon mountains, weren't cha, cha-cha-cha.[Click to View YouTube Video]
[Click to View YouTube Video]Surrounders is a Bluegrass band integrated by Andalusian musicians of diverse musical backgrounds from the city of Seville, Spain. This new project was conceived towards the end of 2010, where Ramón Ramos had previously co-founded bluegrass bands which were pioneers in Andalucía, like The River String Band, Blue Mountain or Grasstones. This band delivers the real thing, a true revival.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2014 - 12:39pm PT
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Speaking of bears, you gotta love Berkeleyites:
Starting with Weej, working your way thru cousin Connie, good old Pratt and some others like him,
and finally zBrown and me,
a bunch of un-herdable cats and mice and chicks,
a weird Easter Parade of freaks found no place else excepting in Yosemite where many wash up running from one type of success.
Merry Braun would have made it there, in Berkeley, but she would make it anywhere.
Werner got lucky, you bet.
"We only love to love, child."--some mamma someplace sometime
Ain't no northside,
Ain't no southside,
We're just one big
Rainbow fraternity.
established 1946.
there is sex without college,
just as there is success without it:
it says so on the matchbook cover ads.http://larryrippeeandmollyreaart.blogspot.com/2013/01/larrys-vault-matchbook-covers-part-2.html
Success avoids some, naturally."It is the rich who are always with us, and that is why the poor are always with us."--Wesley STace
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 23, 2014 - 06:44pm PT
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For cat likers, from the mysterious "Brooklyn" to my email to you.[Click to View YouTube Video]My money's on the bird against that dim-wit of a feline.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 24, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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Damn, I feel like I criticized Paul Ryan.
If someone is gonna delete a thread, shouldn't they delete the derivatives also, or is that too tuff a calculus.
Calculus Crack (5.8)
Paul Ryan, in characteristic orange jersey, on the midline.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 25, 2014 - 12:08am PT
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hey there say, skully! wow, love the 'look, a mouse!' photo...
oh my and say, zbrown... very very sad to hear that a hiker died, doing that run... :(
we can keep their loved ones in mind, to pray and hope for them to get through this somehow, in some way, to face the future...
oh my...
also, will be back later, to read more... been an odd few weeks...
love the timid toprope share, :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 25, 2014 - 12:12am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, thanks for the funny cats... :))
good to have a laugh, this eve...
climber tamberly, recently shared a funny, short video of her cat...
at another site...
it was QUITE A 'TAIL'... ;) 'watered down', but great!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 25, 2014 - 08:26pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 28, 2014 - 02:56pm PT
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There is a saying about wise men and danger. I will leave that to more wiser men than I. I am not feeling very wise. I am off the line again.
The line being the 'ON' line. "I am just a poor boy"--I keep coming back to The Boxer here lately--and I need to pay up my Comcast debt this week.
I am at the public trough/library.
Let me just say that I deeply regret
That having to pay for the internet
Is a fact of existence in the ether.
I could sit here and waste the rest of my scant time allowed at the public trough by trying to create a workable rhyme to go with that but I can wait and so can you, I'm sure.
My time has not been ill-spent away from the ST. I was reading Bouncing Outside (a candy dish of picaresque entertainment) over the weekend, part of the time, and this morning early I was in the Second Time Around Bookstore chatting-up the lively Alyssa (who cut here ringleted hair and it looks charming and cool). Then into the store walked Mr. Steve Cassady, author of B.O., in the flesh, and there is more than the last time because Steve has not been kayaking all that much, not like he does in the book. I joked about that and he forced a laugh and a "F*#k you" fell out of his mouth, as well.
As long as she had two reading genii in the store, Alyssa had us give her off the tops of our heads our top five favorite novels. Mine had NO FAULKNER in it, while Steve's had no Edward Abbey. I prefer Robert Lewis Taylor's Jamie McPheeters to his Absalom, Absalom. Faulkner's too serious for mice, it seems.
This is no fun. Sitting here listening to kids' noise in the library is one reason I don't come here often any longer. I remember when NO SOUNDS WERE PERMITTED in the place, other than the turning of a page or the quietest of coughs was acceptable. Now it's like a day care. I guess paying is the best way to avoid this, after all.
It rained most of the weekend.
I have written most of what will be the Travels of Moose and Mouse: A Ditty of Rocks.
Moosedrool, I hope you have a good music system in your traveling rig. Sirius would be fun, I imagine--I'd hate to think we were gonna have to listen to cassettes the whole way. There are no deal-breakers here, though, and I hope you are feeling well enough to make the trip.
I mainly wanted to forestall any questions that may arise due to my absence, as happened recently. I will be back online by the third.
My time's almost up. I have to check out Galen Clark: Yosemite Guardian and Winston Churchill by Robert Lewis Taylor. And then look for the Pluto Files by Tyson.
Neil deGrasse Tyson was asked did he believe in UFOs on this Youtube video that Alyssa had me look at earlier today. He simply might have said, "No," but that's not what he's paid to do. When she looked him up, she was claiming he was the new Carl Sagan. She couldn't remember his name, see, and I said just look up the Black Carl Sagan. Guess what?
Black Holes in Space, featuring The Muppets...
See ya, Earthlings.
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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Apr 28, 2014 - 03:02pm PT
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In the clearing stands a boxer
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
of all the blows that struck him
and made him want to cry out
in his anger and his pain
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains.....
Paul Simon and wife were arrested yesterday in Connecticut on a "domestic disturbance" call. Both of them?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apr 28, 2014 - 03:04pm PT
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I asked Carrie Fisher about it.
"No", was all she said.
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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Apr 28, 2014 - 03:13pm PT
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Speaking of the Bar With No Name
colloquially known as the No Name Bar
(mouse, third post this page)
My wife and I used to hang out there when we lived on our sailboat in Sausalito.
All the great SFBay jazz musicians played at one time or another. A very jolly place on Thurs, Fri and Sat nights.
A toast to the ghosts of Otis Redding, Sterling Hayden and Steinbeck.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... oh my... i know how you feel about the net payments, that why i had net zero for so long... dail up... it was 9.99 a month, and they let me pay in a 'two year payment'... at least i got on line...
now, with family help, i have a payment through my phone that is about what a what a bill would cost with some long distance on it...
every month...
hopes and prayers, that you can get back your payments cycles...
i used to go to the library for years, ours here, ARE kept quiet... but, they are small one... and if you don't get there at good times, you have to wait for a computer... for the one-hour that you may have...
back when i went to the library, though, if was a long stretch, then, as i was in the more country'ish side of town... now the library is closer...
say, if you had more libraries, you could pick a better one, but:
i know where you live, most likely there is just the one local...
let us know how you are... hang in there...
may the new spring, bring new springs to life for you...
god bless, hopes and prayers...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Well candyman said been here and gone
Well candyman said been here and gone
Candyman said been here and gone
Wish I was in New Orleans sittin' on a candy stand
Well candyman said
salty dog
Well candyman said salty dog
Well candyman said salty dog
I can't be your salty dog and I won't be your candyman
Run to the corner get the baby some beer
Run to the corner get the baby some beer
Run to the corner get the baby some beer
Wish I was in New Orleans sittin' on a candy stand
Well candyman said been here and gone
Well candyman said been here and gone
Candyman said been here and gone
Wish I was in New Orleans sittin' on a candy stand
Taco Stand will do fine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's the finger of fate!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I did not know we had a horse in this race.
Keeping an open mind.
Good horses are where you find them.
Big Brown hangs out in Kentucky.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Let It All Hang Out
(spoken): "A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve"
(Bronx cheer)
No parkin' by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razor's broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I don't care, let it all hang out
Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what it's all about,
It's too much, man, let it all hang out
Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.'s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out
Sleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb, can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out
It's rainin' inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out
Let it all hang out (harmonized) [repeat to fade]
"Never bet with your heart."--Ken McAfee
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Indeed you do.
What do we do? What this thing does is to allow space to introspect about what we do, are, and mean
as people who happen to like high places and airy perches.
Philosophy and reading
Cars and fashion
Science
Other manly pursuits
Freedom in the hills
Computers and the modern world
Freedom anyplace in your head[Click to View YouTube Video]
AND THEN, when you're tired you should go to bed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Sleep perchance to dream
or at least a chance to count the
sheep and cows (no death defying stunts here my friend)
Say goodnight grazie
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Black and white.Color.Color.Color.Colors.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
say, is the gal around town, still?
here, this is almost done...
have some of the hair to still add to...
and then, THE 49'ers??? on the shirt... SHE had that on her shirt,
but--
i could leave it plain... however, for the memory etc, she may like the
"white dots" design, it IS true to the photo then...
and not sure... i might ADD some kind of thanksgiving stuff on the wall etc??
might be nice with the added color for memory fun, too of the day:
as, was this ???? from the thanksgiving day town meal, or not???
here are the two ideas... not sure which i will do yet...
what do you think? or any one else, as to feedback...
however, i know, i will go my gut-feelings, too...
but i did not want to risk messing it up and using more time
to reFIX it then...
this has been and is, very fun to do!
hoping you can get it to her, when i can send it...
any 'volunteers' too, that would like to help, just email me..
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Kate Sedley is the pen-name of Brenda Margaret Lilian Honeyman Clarke, an English historical novelist.
She was born in Bristol in 1926 and educated at The Red Maids' School, Westbury-on-Trym.
She is married and has a son and a daughter, and three grandchildren.
Her medieval historical whodunnits feature Roger the Chapman, who has given up a monk's cell for the freedom of peddling his wares on the road.
I have enjoyed Kate's work immensely. Roger is one of the "white hats," naturally...
I haven't seen "her" (mystery gal) lately, but she's gotta be around.
I will keep checking. I wish that I could recall her name, which she told me.
I think either one looks fine. You are the judge, not I. You do fine work, and we all appreciate it. Thank you, one more time. :0)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... yes, please keep on the look out, or ask,etc...
say, as to the name:
go down the alphabet, i do that...
you know, the ol' lists:
abigale...
adelaide...
agatha...
alice...
alicia...
amy...
amalia...
amelia...
anna...
annastasia...
audry...
avie...
avy...
babara...
betty...
beth...
brianna...
brittany...
bee...
bobby/ie...
:)
etc etc etc...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We'll find her & we'll accept no substitutes.
Lotsa pink pills.
Meanwhile...back at the crag...Dark chocolate vs. light chocolate, again.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Found a one dollar copy of Why Sinatra Matters by Pete Hamill.
Very enlightening historically and musically.
Sinatra was willing to try anything.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Such a skinny guy, no wonder he loves the Wide!" they may have said,
Had Frank Albert chosen not to sing but to climb instead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sinatra put his fame to use in ways other than the typical USO tours, none of which he made during the war.
Doin' it his way.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 10, 2014 - 10:35am PT
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With an assist from transgenic mice. There may be help afterall.
►KL-VS Genetic Variant of KLOTHO Is Associated with Enhanced Cognition in Three Independent Human Cohorts and in a Meta-Analysis
We therefore investigated whether klotho can impact physiological brain function and, more specifically, whether it can prevent or counteract cognitive decline in human aging. We demonstrate that the lifespan-extending variant of the KLOTHO gene, KL-VS, is associated with increased klotho levels in serum and enhanced cognition in aging people heterozygous for the allele in three cohorts and across multiple ages. We also analyzed transgenic mice with moderate systemic overexpression of klotho. Independent of age, these mice performed better in multiple tests of learning and memory than controls. Further investigation of potential underlying mechanisms revealed unexpected effects of klotho elevation on the functions of synapses and glutamate receptors.
http://www.cell.com/cell-reports/fulltext/S2211-1247(14)00287-3#
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 10, 2014 - 12:56pm PT
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Clotho was the daughter of Zeus and Themis, and sister to Lachesis and Atropos, according to Greek mythology. Clotho is also mentioned in the tenth book of the Republic of Plato as the daughter of Necessity, the Mother of Invention.
All you gotta know, really, but thanks.
What were we talking about?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Fate? And fingers?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 10, 2014 - 02:47pm PT
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Phlogiston theory has to do with combustion and oxidation. It is outmoded.
It was good when it came around, just didn't explain things real well.
I like the idea of "inventing a necessity." It happens that oxidation is the reason we have graffiti, in my twisted logic. Phlogiston helped create thoughsands and thoughsands of jobs in the chemical industry, even thou it did not exist.
http://www.stencilarchive.org/node/1266
Apparently, according to this link, in 2010 U.S. spray-paint manufacturers produced 412 million cans.
That's a lot of boxcars.
It's the BNSF line.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 10, 2014 - 04:33pm PT
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more specifically, whether it can prevent or counteract cognitive decline in human aging.
Mark my words, in the future many will become "men of the klotho".
**Some may have already declined too far.
We better stop children
What's that sound?
Everybody look what's
Going down
Our field trip to the Library. First Nigerian rescue mission.
[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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May 10, 2014 - 04:49pm PT
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Leak Reveals Secret Underwater Thread Leading to Massive Dope Find in High Altitude Alpine County Lake is Rong.
Highlights at 11:00.
Licky Interview with the LostInShanghai Band to follow.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Turned out there was only one thing Jay could say:
"I don't want no more gosh-darn fickle,
I just want me a big dill pickle."
Just to help amuse
You non-climbing yahoos
[Click to View YouTube Video]No Republican laughter allowed.
Video provided by the Merry Braunsters Materials Handling Institute.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 11, 2014 - 08:02am PT
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Flowers for all the mothers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 11, 2014 - 08:05am PT
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Unknown critter, blue eyes.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 11, 2014 - 10:28am PT
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Can you pass the Klotho test - approximately 20% can.
A gene variant associated with long lives in those people who possess it may also make them smarter by improving brain function, researchers say.
It has been known for at least decade people with high body levels of Klotho tend to live longer, and researchers wanted to know if the hormone could protect our brains from aging as well as the rest of the body.
On the waterfront (of the Lower Merced), although I am now officially boycotting the Ric&Scudmo show, I was wondering if anyone else finds it strange that after nine years our intredpid investigator is just now getting around to investigating what caused the plane to go down. Apparently this private eye is an 80 percenter.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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May 11, 2014 - 10:41am PT
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Thank you, Mouse, for all the lovely flowers today. I enjoyed every one!
Here, by way of a thank you, is some good music and a remarkably inspiring performance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob5UJS2WwQ8
enjoy, enjoy. :)
Best to you today. We are having a blizzard here in Montana.
feralfae
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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May 11, 2014 - 07:01pm PT
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Yes Flowers for all the Mummies.
Brian sees me, I see him but not enough.
French Quarter section well close enough In Shanghaid
Any Business adventures this is where one goes well just one.
The hideout where all the underground to get the Japanese out of the country would make plans.
One that would drop bye.
Hotel and business. Had a temp office on second floor for a year.
In the bar and lounge area these pictures were on the wall. notice the pants on one chap.
A drive not too far away from downtown Shanghai where one could hide out.
Further North better place to hid.
Game of choice there, when an American wins three time in a row draws attention bringing in the biggies. "What American" Who? Now "CP Party Members" want to play you. P, no, P; No, I have to PP Oh! go PP then come back.
Just have to know
Smoke a lot of these.
Drink a few bottles
and take what the VA gives you before they have the time to get to see you which is usually within a year.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 11, 2014 - 07:44pm PT
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Yep, Dr. Q's sight unseen, all right, but how sharp is his hatchet?
We had Dr. J in here last month, though.
And your jay, Jay, he's jake with me.
That's quite a tour we took just now...Britain...then a lovely Shanghai, if a bit menacing...and now we are heading to not-very-deep space.
In fact, it's nearly next door in terms of our solar system.http://sunnymeade.wordpress.com/2012/02/27/asteroid-97-klotho-passing-through-virgo/
http://www.natureworldnews.com/articles/6991/20140510/space-debris-could-create-real-life-gravity-lawmakers-say.htm
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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May 11, 2014 - 09:06pm PT
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Took a while, moving, unmoving but finally
Now to erase. The ones I didn't should be showing up soon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 11, 2014 - 09:29pm PT
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Not peeking ducks and not on the pond, but the creek. Small floating, flying wood ducky objects. Plumage is nice, eh?Moving is for the birds. Too metamorphic. I'm more sedentary with a touch of igneous.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 12, 2014 - 11:40pm PT
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Grown-ups love it, too![Click to View YouTube Video]
BBST, BTW.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bap
Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bap
Bump de hump doop bodu
Bump bump
-RHCP
Wide awake now?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2014 - 10:31am PT
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For old Gene...up and at 'em, buddy!
Out for breakfast. These little birds are really tough to photograph in the date palms.
Bike racers among the date palms are a different kettle of metaphor.
For SCSeaGoat, wherever you're roaming now. Travel safely.
And the mice still are all over the place, neebee.These two are in the jasmine at the base of my reading lamp/quartz garden. One is next to a piece of rock from Bagby, the other is on a piece of obsidian from someplace. And there is a chunk of Tahquitz granite sitting there, as well.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 13, 2014 - 12:45pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, happy to see and hear from you ... been a bit worried, but then, i REMEMBERED you had to use a library computer...
neat ducks, i love the way those ducks, SEEM to be painted, :)
say, great good morning sunrise, too!!
hope all your buddies are well there... and all the 12-to do friends, as well...
i STILL have fletcher's cookie cutter mouse to send, that my cat ate...
it will get there... just things were odd, of course, when my daddy was ill and died, :(
finally am getting caught up with things left on hold, here...
awwwwwww, i love seeing those mice all over the place... makes a house feel cozy, :) oh, wait, i think that is cats, that do that.... ;))
mice, keep a house BUSY, :)) you never know where they are running around at, :)
we got rain here... will be a non-sunny type summer, too, from the way the weather-computer-calendar looks...
say, i AM adding the gourds and color to the back of the painting but it is near done and i can even mail it after the weekend... but i will instead wait until the first week of june, as, i am at the 'scrape the bottom of the barrle' now, due to buying other canvas, etc... and,
a few things for my grandson, to send him...
so--this gives you time to 'hopefully' ask a few folks where she may be, for her to get the artwork... you don't have to tell what kind, just keep that part a surprise... i sure hope she will love it and that it will be a nice memory in her live, :)
welll,back to chores... finally cleaned the house and basement, wow!!
the ol' shed robin, has NOT nested this year, :(
i sure miss her and him... but, at least they, or other robins, ARE hopping in and out of the yard...
and,a scarlet tananger and her him, ARE nesting way out on the end of the ol' oak tree... great to see them!
a bit of sunshine, :))
happy good warm and productive day, to you mouse friend!
edit:
wow, love jasmine and rocks and the mice look great there!!!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 13, 2014 - 12:53pm PT
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hey there say, ... wow, just saw feralfae here...
yes, as to the the lovely mother's day flower, ...i just SAW THEM TOO, :))
very lovely share, thank you from us moms!
and, lostinshanghai, wow, loved seeing that nice mahjong... i love playing mahjong... not as highly skilled as the chinese, of course, or the serious players, as, i just had the step grandkids around to play with, and we just go for simple hands... :))
now, no one wants to play, as, they do not come around, they moved too far near out of town... and mahjong is not a game for those without patience, :))
OH--i meant that more in the way of setting it up...
the game can go quite fast, for those that get into it, :))
unless you go all 16 rounds, :O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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I like to play M-J on my computer. Dragon is my best set-up, and I'm making progress in winning more on the Fortress and the dreaded Cat!
There is a beauty of an antique M-J set over in the county courthouse museum, and BTW, I have my own computer back and don't need to rely on the library, shaddokiddo.
I'm glad the rest of the birds are showing up. It's dry as summer here already and predictions of 103 for this week have everyone a-scared and flapping like chickens, you'd think they lived in tropic paradise, not a desert with terrible air. Some people, mostly commuters, never stop to look at flowers or at bees or much of anything but their phones and bank accounts.
Purple flower, regular old giant bee, not a Lilabiene.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 13, 2014 - 03:57pm PT
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Well, nothing ain't worth nothing, unless it's free. The suits got slightly confused, it was supposed to be "FREE CHEECH".
Howhigh is your consciousness? Does it suffer gridlock? Oh man, I Kant even talk about it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2014 - 06:09pm PT
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Can't say if Mr. Travis ever heard of Kant, but I think he knows Emmanuel.
Lots of olive orchards out this way, but more by far of almonds.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I nearly put this article, which was on the front page of the Merced paper today, in the thread about the drought. There's nothing to be done, short of saving water...of which we are short...except simply to get on with it and mud-puddle through.
http://www.sacbee.com/2014/05/11/6395024/california-almond-farmers-lured.html
PATTERSON -- This town calls itself the “Apricot Capital of the World,” but the slogan is out of date. Nowadays, it’s almond orchards that dominate the landscape in this part of Stanislaus County, along with much of the rest of the San Joaquin Valley.
Almonds have become California’s miracle food. Growing consumer demand has driven up prices and created a profitable $4 billion-a-year crop. In dollar terms, almonds are California’s leading agricultural export, leaving the state’s exalted wineries in the dust. In response, farmers have planted hundreds of thousands of acres of new trees in the past 20 years.
Drought, however, has brought big problems to the almond industry, perhaps more than any other segment of California agriculture.
Almonds and other permanent crops require more water than most row crops. What’s more, almond orchards can’t be idled in a dry year like tomato or cotton fields. Farmers who planted almond trees in recent years have tens of millions of dollars at risk, and find themselves sacrificing other crops in a furious effort to keep their orchards alive. This year’s crop is expected to decline, although it’s not known by how much.
“This crop is one of the more vulnerable ones to the drought,” said California farm economist Vernon Crowder. “Almonds are the big one.”
The plight of California’s almond growers has economic implications across the state. Almonds are California’s third largest farm product, and processors such as Sacramento’s giant Blue Diamond Growers are crossing their fingers and hoping for a decent crop. There’s a political component as well: The drought has intensified century-old rivalries over how water is allocated in California, and the explosion in almond farming has given rise to complaints about overuse.
Some environmentalists say almond farmers and their expanded orchards have contributed mightily to the overtaxing of the state’s fragile water system. They say growers have behaved recklessly by planting permanent crops in areas of the state, particularly south of the Delta, where water supplies are unreliable.
Growers counter that they’re making rational business decisions by devoting their scarce water resources to a high-revenue crop. That’s why growers such as Daniel Bays, who raises almonds on 600 acres in Patterson and nearby Westley, are continuing to plant new orchards even as water shortages persist.
“Yes, it’s a drought year, but we’re trying to plan long term,” said Bays as he surveyed a new field of trees planted near Patterson. “These things go in a cycle. If we held off every time there’s a drought, and didn’t plant ... we’d go out of business.” New almond trees require considerably less water than mature trees, he added.
The growth of almond farming in California has been a quiet revolution. Production in the state, which controls 80 percent of the world’s supply, has nearly tripled in 15 years. California almonds are widely used by food processors in candy, cereal and other products. They’ve also become popular snack foods in Western Europe, China, India and other growing markets; exports have risen 40 percent in three years. Although there have been some ups and downs, prices paid to growers exceed $3 a pound, almost double the price of a decade ago.
“This market, this crop, has not slowed down for 20 or 30 years,” said Crowder, a senior vice president with agricultural lender Rabobank. “You’ve just seen demand skyrocket.”
One of the most visible symbols of the industry’s prosperity is Blue Diamond. The 104-year-old grower-owned cooperative has become a marketing powerhouse in recent years, pushing annual sales from $750 million in 2010 to an expected $1.5 billion this year. Blue Diamond advertises on “Sunday Night Football” and was the “official snack nut” of the U.S. ski and snowboarding teams during the Winter Olympics. In four years, sales of Almond Breeze, the company’s milk alternative for the lactose intolerant, jumped nearly tenfold to $265 million.
A big factor in Blue Diamond’s growth: the nuts’ reputation for high nutritional value.
“Anything with almonds carries the healthy halo,” said Mark Jansen, chief executive at the Sacramento company.
Backed into a corner
As summer approaches, Blue Diamond is watching the crop forecasts as closely as anyone. Jansen said he believes the company can procure “a pretty good supply” this year. But he acknowledged it will be tough for California growers to match last year’s crop.
“The water supply will impact the yields, probably even the size of the almonds,” Jansen said.
The U.S. Department of Agriculture has estimated the crop could decline 2.5 percent, to just under 2 billion pounds. But experts say it’s too early to say how production will fare. Crowder said he’s heard predictions that yields could drop as much as 20 percent. The harvest begins in August.
The industry’s problems are partly a function of geography. Because of its attractive soil and climate, the San Joaquin Valley is home to nearly 90 percent of the state’s almond crop. Yet that’s where the water shortages are most severe, especially on the west side of the Valley. Growers can pump groundwater to supplement their meager supplies, but groundwater south of the Delta is fairly salty. That’s bad for most crops, and it’s especially bad for almonds.
On top of that, mature almond trees crave water. They need around 4 acre-feet of water per year, or 1.3 million gallons. That’s almost twice as much as grapes.
The result is an industry backed into a corner. There have been scattered reports of growers ripping out older, less-productive orchards to save water. David Doll, a farm adviser at UC Cooperative Extension in Merced, said he thinks more trees will be removed this fall, after the harvest is done and farmers get a better sense of the water picture.
Of the 6,300 almond growers in California, most will find a way to produce a crop this year, Doll said. But if 2015 is as dry as 2014, the problems will deepen.
“I think a lot of guys will find ways to squeak by (this year),” Doll said. “If we go into another year of drought, I think the seams will probably begin to pop.”
That would be fine with Carolee Krieger, president of the California Water Impact Network. She and her environmental organization are among the plaintiffs in a lawsuit, pending in Sacramento Superior Court, charging that state officials and agricultural interests have teamed up to illegally steer a disproportionate volume of California water to farms over the past 20 years. This favoring of farms has added to the stress on the Delta, the lawsuit says.
In Krieger’s view, farmers have contributed to the state’s water woes by planting trees in areas of the state where water supplies are increasingly unreliable.
“In our camp, there’s absolutely no sympathy for them,” Krieger said. “They planted the permanent crops knowing that, in a drought, they could get their water cut off.”
‘In it for the long haul’
Farmers see it differently. They say California’s water troubles are a manufactured crisis, brought on by state and federal officials diverting too much water to protect endangered fish species.
As for the expansion of the almond orchards, growers say it’s a simple matter of economics: It makes far more sense to pour water on a high-revenue crop, such as almonds, than on cotton or some other low-value product.
“They’re planting a crop that makes money; farmers have been doing that from the very beginning,” Doll said. “I don’t think these guys are planting almonds ... because they want to use all the water.”
Besides, farmers say no one could have predicted a year as dry as this one. In recent years, many farmers on the west side of the San Joaquin Valley have been making do with smaller allotments of water from the federal government’s delivery system, the Central Valley Project, in part to ease the environmental stress on the Delta. This year, Bays and other growers who depend on the CVP have been told they’ll get no federal water.
“This is the first time we’ve ever had a zero allocation,” Bays said.
Drought is a constant in Bays’ world. His family’s main ranch near Westley is straddled by the California Aqueduct and the Delta-Mendota Canal, two of the main arteries of California’s struggling man-made plumbing system. A third-generation grower, Bays, 27, oversees a total of nearly 1,500 acres of land devoted to almonds, apricots, tomatoes and other crops.
Despite the zero allocation of government water, the Bays’ ranch has other sources, including groundwater. All told, Bays said his water supply is about 30 percent smaller than last year’s.
That’s forcing him to scramble. The ranch has purchased some water on the open market, spending as much as $800 an acre-foot. That’s about 10 times the cost of Central Valley Project water. Despite higher water costs, almonds are so valuable that Bays believes he can still turn a profit on this year’s crop.
Bays is conserving water, too. He plans to tear out some older, less productive apricot trees after the June harvest and is likely to leave that land fallow for the balance of the year.
Even as he retrenches, Bays is looking ahead. That’s why he just planted 25 acres of almonds on land that grew melons last year and tomatoes the year before. The new trees, barely shoulder high, represent a $250,000 investment, including new irrigation systems. The orchard won’t sprout any almonds for another three or four years, and probably won’t turn profitable for another three years after that.
“It’s not something you just jump into and jump out of,” Bays said of the decision to plant.
He said the new orchard represents an appropriate use of water.
“We’re trying to be the best stewards of what we have,” he said. “We’re in it for the long haul. My grandfather has been here, my dad’s been here, I’m here.
“You look at an almond orchard, it’s a long-term investment,” he added. “These trees, we figure, have a life of 25, 30 years.”
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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May 13, 2014 - 07:02pm PT
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Hi Mouse!
Hello & hugs from the muppet and me -- happy Spring!
Headed down to the Gunks for "new seconds" weekend on Friday...WOOHOO!!!!!
Hope all is well and the muppet is already asking how many more days until California and when do we get to see Mouse again?
:D
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 13, 2014 - 07:03pm PT
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One thing I have observed about almonds is that even when there is a glut of them on the market, the price never goes down. It seems to be the same with beer. Say, what about ...
FREE CHICO
This is what they always serve at N&TT's house (I've heard).
Another thing that I have observed is all these things that they've (you know who they are or at least who they are not)say are good for you keep turning up not to be (dark chocolate, red wine (resveratro)), but once something turns up on the bad for you list, it can never get off.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 13, 2014 - 07:48pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, thanks for the share on the almonds...
wow, say, my mom is from ohio... she's lived in calif since the early 60's and she is so wise:
calif is desert country... plant for desert, and add just a few
things that you can afford to lose... she'd do a few tomatoes, and a few flowers, but she is mainly--do what the land wants...
ahhhhh, moms... good solid advice... so here i am, now, out here, and, well,
i am planting michigan weeds, ;))
and--
loving it! :)
besides, tomatoes do not grow in the shade here, :))
and i got LOTS of it, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 13, 2014 - 08:50pm PT
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I'm not surprised neebee, that you like to play with shadows, in that case. Your "beady-eyed neebee bird" was an eye-opener over on the Birds thread, too.
It's odd, but the last few days I have been taking more time looking at Boomer's picture which you made for me...thanks yet again.
I never noticed before, but there's a mouse in Boomer's pocket looking at the hearts by the river!
Art, the gift which keeps on giving.
Beef, it's what's for dinner.
Powdermilk Biscuits, heavens they're tasty...and expeditious.
[Click to View YouTube Video]This is one of the shows you like to hear when you're driving home from the crag or the beach or from work.
And then you sit in the driveway listening for another twenty minutes after you arrive home...
neebee, if you haven't listened to this weekly show on Public Radio, you might like it.
One for the trail by the house band, called The Guys All-Star Shoe Band.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Pat Donohue commands great respect, IMO.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 13, 2014 - 09:01pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
yep, that mouse is you, in boomer's pocket, as if WATCHING him 'shoot the moon' in the game of hearts... did you see the queen of spades there, too??
:)
say, i have faster net now, so i will try this song...
i STILL have slow warped sound issues at time and i have to pause everything , so it will work, sound-wise...
ALSO-- you have the golf tee, with you... and the HAT from the book store that you wore once...
and did you know that the clouds are fish??
boomer loved to fish...
and: the moon, IS a golf ball???
i tried to keep this very subtle, so the painting would still like real scenery...
and--that is the yosemite chapel in there too...
and of course the oaks and silhouette that you always enjoyed..
(from your post, wayyyyy back, as to boomer)...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2014 - 12:51am PT
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"Man On The Moon"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Mott the Hoople and the game of Life yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll see you heaven if you make the list yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Here's a little agit for the never-believer yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a little ghost for the offering yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Which makes it uncool.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Brouhaha or brujojo? It's your choice."--Elvis M. Personhater
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2014 - 10:14am PT
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Begin your commutes, suckahs!
Solar emergence to the south of Gray Peak.
Don't forget the sunscreen. (And remember, don't use a brand that may be "bad for you.") It's predicted to hit 97 here today, 101 mañana.
A PUBLIC SERVICE REMINDER
On May 12, yesterday, Yosemite Area Rapid Transit System changed their schedules. The new schedules will be effective until September 28, this fall. Here is the link.
http://www.yarts.com/schedule/2014/Hwy%20140%20Summer%202014%20Mer%20to%20Yos%200421.pdf
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 15, 2014 - 10:44pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... here she is... will pack this up and mail it...
my friends lent me the money, i will pay them back, in june...
i will email, just when it goes out...
hope you all can find the gal and give it to her...
:)
edit:
say, mouse, loved that large-group musical performance, :)
spunky! and spiffy!
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 15, 2014 - 11:27pm PT
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Thanks, neebee.
Just like the State of California is trying to burn up,
I'll bet she will turn up.
As fire season kicks in, a couple of shots from last summer.
And let's not forget Idaho's and Idawide's grim smoke fests.
Spirit stoves! Yumpin' Yiminy what a stupid idea. Hunters with matches, another stupid idea.
Goin' out to all the Polish cowpokes.[Click to View YouTube Video]"Two bowls of chili and you'll feel sweller..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 16, 2014 - 10:10am PT
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Rainfall total for the month of March 2011 was just shy of 5.0" compared to the .37 of that December.
This is a video (excuse the fact dude ran out of crappy music at the R Street bridge) showing the local watercourse, which runs through mid-town, from the north side on Bear Creek Drive.
To lose crap music: Hit the floor and the volume control!
Something's got to give.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
At 2:00 is the R St. bridge. The old YVRR bridge pilings are right next to it under about ten feet of water.
At around 4:00 we come to the Scout Hut in Applegate Park, and the Big Damn Flag near the M St. crossing.
Beyond that is Mercy Hospital and the bike path, which used to be just willow scrub and berry bushes before we got some good old federal funding.
Turning onto G St., you can look downstream. (I coulda filmed this better than this dude--I'd have gotten out of the car, too.)
I imagine Bidwell Creek in Chicotown is like Bear Creek in its ways, somewhat, but the fact is that the water in Bear Creek is also water civerted from Black Rascal Creek diverted at high flow levels via a canal into Bear Creek so that the north side of Bear Creek is never in danger of flooding any longer (hence the federal money and Corps of Engineers project in the late fiftties).
As a result, homes and children are safe, life continues apace, and we can still drive around looking at the creeks rising, saying, "Wow, look at that. I wonder from whence it cometh and to where it floweth."
[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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May 16, 2014 - 10:23am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 16, 2014 - 07:50pm PT
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Oye! Jose y Trini de San Antonio
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Naia de Hoyo Negro, Yucatan
Her almost complete remains, including an intact skull and preserved DNA, were lying 130 feet below sea level near a variety of extinct animals, such as an elephant like creature called a gomphothere.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 17, 2014 - 03:22am PT
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My favorite quote of the last twenty years, courtesy of Jaybro:
The more wyde that comes, the more it gives.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 17, 2014 - 03:44pm PT
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“I remember looking over a sea of people and everyone was really
happy and full of enthusiasm,” remembered Hackworth. “The music was
the catalyst that drew us together. It really was a time of believing
in love and peace for humanity.”
Stepanie Minasian article from 2009 on the October, 1969, Amador Rock Festival near Ione, CA.
http://mercedmusic.wordpress.com/2014/05/16/amador-from-the-amadoreans/#comment-1236
Santana was there.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Missed out on this one. First I've ever heard of it was this morning!
It was in my email from Mike Kennedy of MercedMusic today.
Fits with the earlier posting about Altamont that was written by Steve Cassady, if one could only find it...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 17, 2014 - 03:47pm PT
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It is rumoured, but not established that Santana was also here.
Popotla Baja California
Al Capone's house near Popotla, though he hasn't lived there since at least when Santana moved north to Merced.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 17, 2014 - 04:02pm PT
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I may need a temporary assistant.
zBrown quick fox jumped over the lazy yellow dog and zBrown one for good measure.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Skills: Ya gotta have some to get along.
Like Google Earth navigation.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 17, 2014 - 04:17pm PT
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La familia.This family was out last night on Main St. during our annual CAP & TOWN Friday. I did not see them perform and don't know what style they dance.
While looking for possibilities, I struck this article, which may be of interest to Terpsichoreans out there. As usual, there is more to the subject than I ever thought might exist.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folk_dance_of_Mexico
CAP & TOWN.
Camping Town.
Camperdown.
Camp 4 Clown.
Denise's School of Dance was well-represented, as was the Tahitian Dance School, Pacifica.That's not all, folks!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 19, 2014 - 07:51pm PT
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Today's 'Modern Dance.'Basically the same as forty years ago at this level, but this young woman's got it down.
This performance was by the oldest students from Denise's School of Dance.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 19, 2014 - 08:02pm PT
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There was a climbing tower set up across the street from the used bookstore, the first one I have ever seen in Merced. It was from Auburn, where they have two auxiliary towers, all connectable to the air on this one, for larger crowds.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 19, 2014 - 08:16pm PT
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A few more random shots from CAP & TOWN.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 20, 2014 - 10:26pm PT
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Merced is the ? capitol of the world?
Certainly not bullfighting.
-El Cordobes (Not El Capone)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2014 - 11:40pm PT
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Our time has come, lazy brown dogs!!!!
World dominion any day now...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2014 - 08:28am PT
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Good old Mary Anning of Lyme Regis, as noted today by Google, discovered a fossil known as "devil's fingers" in the local shoreline fossil beds.
They were abundant, shall we say.They are the Official Fossil of the state of Delaware
As you may have learned and of which you're very well aware.
I'm not so devilishly fickle
I really just want a motorcycle.
So I took off looking for Jurassic Choss on Google Images.
Came up right away with a video of a string of misbegotten attempts on a route in Colorado that, admittedly,
had never registered with me as a route, let alone a famous "Classic" route until someone posted a pic of it this week.
http://www.coloradomountaineering.com/2014/01/video-finding-and-climbing-petit-grepon.html
Fame is fickle, dudes, what can I tellya?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2014 - 09:17am PT
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My vision is poor and my glasses are old. These are a blurry bunch, but I can only try.
The autofocus connection on my telephoto lens is not functioning, so I must use the manual focus instead.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 21, 2014 - 10:09am PT
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May be time to focus in closer, say for example on the genome of the termite.
The first termite genome fills a gap in social inset genomics
It's not the question "Are you social?", but rather "Are eucoscial?"
http://www.sciencecodex.com/the_first_termite_genome_fills_a_gap_in_social_inset_genomics-134092
"The termite genome reveals many unique genetic targets that can be disrupted for better termite control," said Scharf, who is the O. Wayne Rollins/Orkin Chair in Molecular Physiology and Urban Entomology. "Depending on which gene or protein that is targeted, we could disrupt termites' neurological processes, molting, digestive factors or cuticle formation. We're just limited by our imagination."
or
Could Google Glass be bad for your eye health?
http://www.itproportal.com/2014/05/21/could-google-glass-be-bad-for-your-eye-health/
or that
'Vicious' new praying mantis discovered in Rwanda
AKA, The female wingless "bush tiger mantis" (Dystacta tigrifrutex) de Nyungwe National Park
http://www.sciencecodex.com/the_first_termite_genome_fills_a_gap_in_social_inset_genomics-134092
Some social ants, by way of proving the old adage, "it's always something".
One feature could have provided a big help in identifying the species, the male genitalia. This, however, was missing, as ants had gobbled up these vital parts while the male dried up in the Rwandan heat, the researchers noted.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2014 - 01:16pm PT
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zBrown, none of the termite technical tracts are available to users without Drupal, whatever. We are just TOO PRIMITIVE.
Buncha savages.
Like at the old Preston Acadamy in Ione!
Located at the end of Palm Drive in Ione, in the scenic Sierra Nevada foothills.
Former Preston wards include:
Eddie Anderson, best known for his role as "Rochester" in Jack Benny's radio and television programs.
Ernest Booth, discovered by H. L. Mencken, who published his stories in The American Mercury; he wrote a successful autobiography, Stealing Through Life; a novel, With Sirens Screaming; and a number of scenarios and screenplays, including Ladies of the Mob (1928) and Ladies of the Big House (1931).
Rory Calhoun, who was known as Francis McCown when he was a Preston ward in the late 1930s.
Don Jordan, joined a boxing program at Preston and went on to become world welterweight champion by defeating Virgil Akins.
Heavyweight boxer Eddie Machen graduated from Preston's boxing program and went on to fight such boxers as Ingemar Johansson, Sonny Liston, Floyd Patterson, and Joe Frazier.
Merle Haggard marked his time at Preston with a "PSoI" tattoo; his school file noted that he "likes to sing and play the guitar."
Tennis great Pancho Gonzales honed his skills on the Preston School's tennis court shortly before turning professional and has been rated by some experts as the greatest player of all time.
Neal Cassady discovered literature in the Preston School library and later was at the very center of the Beat Movement. He was the "N.C." of Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" and the model for the character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's On the Road. Cassady drove Ken Kesey and his band of Merry Pranksters on the bus named "Further" and later drove bus for the Grateful Dead.
Bill Sands wrote a best-selling autobiography, My Shadow Ran Fast, and founded the Seventh Step prisoner rehabilitation program.
Phil Thatcher became active in prison ministry, penned an autobiography, Under Arrest, and was granted a full pardon by Governor Earl Warren.
Tony Cornero made his fortune as a rumrunner during Prohibition and later built the Stardust Resort & Casino in Las Vegas.
Caryl Chessman became a celebrity author while on Death Row in the 1950s.
Ray D. Johnson escaped from Preston twice and later became the first maximum security prisoner to escape from Folsom State Prison. He wrote an autobiography, Too Dangerous to be at Large.
Joseph Paul Cretzer led the bloodiest and most notorious attempted escape from Alcatraz Island. The "Battle of Alcatraz" resulted in the deaths of two guards and three inmates, including Cretzer.
Eddie Bunker became a successful author and actor, writing books like "Animal Factory" and "No Beast So Fierce," as well as appearing in films like "Reservoir Dogs," "The Running Man," and "Tango & Cash."
Keeny Teran former bantamweight contender from the 1950s. Keeny learned to fight at Preston.
--Wikipedia
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2014 - 01:22pm PT
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They sell $100.00/night visiting arrangements to groups of gulls/tourons.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 21, 2014 - 01:45pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, enjoyed the merced street entertainment, once again, :)
i got to do that a few times in south texas... really loved it...
awww, just saw my patty sun dial pupdog, :))
happy good day, :)
we GOT some sun here, so, outside i now go, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2014 - 01:47pm PT
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Our family passed through in 1959 on our way down the valley on State 33 enroute to Santa Barbara, which we approached from the hills after coming over the pass. We did not stop, but then there was no prison.
Never had occasion to go through there again.
I-5 is the way to go now, and there is a McDonald's in Kettleman City, so it's like you really don't need to stop, just drive through munching on your Chicken McNuggets.
I'm sneaking this in...good video. Apparently, McNuggets are NOT made from live chicks tossed into a hopper, as the rumor mongers suggest.
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/2014/02/06/272112028/oh-so-thats-what-goes-into-a-mcdonalds-chicken-mcnugget
Thank you, Cargill, Ontario, Canada.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 21, 2014 - 03:55pm PT
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If you get stranded here on the corner without the poorboys, could it be truthfully said that you're stuck right outside of Lodi again?
Oh lord (for a Christian nation).
At least there should be something to drink.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 21, 2014 - 04:06pm PT
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There's gold in that there country. Be there, or else. It already has everything anyone could need and much more.
Special guest appearance by either the real or the fake LOCKER!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2014 - 11:51pm PT
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neebee, I found our model, thanks to Renee and Tommy, with whom I dined tonight.
Tommy helped organize the toys give-away at the Christmas Eve dinner at the VFW.
I saw old Tommy T.
In the chow line same as me.
I asked him did he know this gal.
He said surely, man, she's my pal.
So her name is known
And soon she'll be shown
The portrait you wrought
From the photo I shot.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 22, 2014 - 12:04am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow and cheers, you brought down the house...
as to joys for the day...
oh my, and oh hey...
say, i just noticed that i did not have a good full shot...
of the photo, and missed a tad, but not a lot...
of certain bits of it...
but, i hope she will love it, lickety split...
wow, such a share of your supper, and success, so fun!
now, for us all to enjoy, with the day, all done!
:)
wow, it IS on it's way to you... not sure when it will get there???
sat? at lastest, monday?? soonest friday, ???
wow, also, am trying to find a way to the bike to you...
if you know anyone coming down from yosemite to merced, let me know...
:)
here she is again, to go with your above photo:
:)
oh yes!!! on my facebook all that neat stuff i learned about
frankie laine...
wow, what a read up, too, on the wikipedia about him...
wow, a real forerunner for a lot of folks and such, too...
EDIT:
wow, loved all the mule train photos in the song and
all the mule info you got up, mouse...
also, zbrown, neat photo shares, thanks! :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2014 - 04:27am PT
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Thanks a billion for your efforts, gal.
At the end of each day I thank God for my pal.
We had a fellow here in the early last century named Ragsdale who was such a success at breeding mules that farmers in Missouri would buy his stock.
The last mule rodeo held in the area was in Madera in the forties.
I have been cruising Youtube all afternoon and evening. I posted some old film reels on Tarbuster's thread about snow, and here's one that I dug up which is from back when I was only a year old.
It seems like it would be suitable for the high school freshman who was also in the FFA or the 4H Club. [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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May 22, 2014 - 10:33am PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 22, 2014 - 01:43pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
lighting the way, with flames of hope, :))
well:
looks like we have a kind volunteer to get the bike to you,
will wait and check on the details...
but so far, it may be the first week, nearabouts, of june...
:)
mouse will soon be mobile, :)
and say--i am asking my calif childhood friend, about PHONES for folks that
can't do the regular bill, etc...
i am sure she knows what this program is...
will email, later...
happy top of the morning to you, which, looks like:
cloudy weather here and and sunny weather ,up top, for you all...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 23, 2014 - 10:53am PT
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While not necessarily true that where there is heat there are flames, it can be said that where there is enough heat there are dead termites:
Heat Eradication Chart Termites Lethal Temperature Time Duration
Adult Dry Wood Termites Nymphs
115° F / 46° C 265 Minutes
120° F / 49° C 33 Minutes
125° F / 52° C 10 Minutes
130° F / 130° C 6 Minutes*
100% mortality of adult dry wood termite nymphs,
Forbes and Ebeling, 1987
*It is recommnded that internal building temperature not exceed 149.
How high's the temperature mama?
It's 110 and risin'
Next heat wave, I'm sealing up the garage, turning on the space heater and heading for the river country.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 24, 2014 - 10:47am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 24, 2014 - 03:28pm PT
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To the ǀXam-speaking Bushmen of South Africa, Canopus and Sirius signalled the appearance of termites and flying ants. (Southern hemisphere, hot weather, y'all.)
They also believed stars had the power to cause death and misfortune, and they would pray to Sirius and Canopus in particular to impart good fortune or skill. (Good luck with the pests.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 25, 2014 - 09:11am PT
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Since I haven't a thumb on the left, it's not possible to even think of handstanding/grandstanding on Half Dome or on the beach.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Pre-sunrise this a.m.
It's supposed to reach ninety-one today and ninety-five tomorrow. I remember a Memorial Day in the (nineteen) eighties at Lake Yosemite, when I camped with a friend and his family and we froze our buns instead of toasting them, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 25, 2014 - 12:57pm PT
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zBrown, I loved the large woody object seen on another (pretty useless and, let's face it, pointless) thread.
The termites control New Jersey. The home owners there only know their days are numbered, in spite of Termite Man's best efforts.
And there's The Termite himself.
Next pest, please.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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May 25, 2014 - 01:01pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 25, 2014 - 02:02pm PT
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Actually makes better sense here, if it makes any sense at all.
This purports to be the world from the point of view of a termite. They don't need no stinkin' guns, flames or badges.
However, it has been asked if a termite can see - the fact is that they are blind, but the reproductive ones may have eyes and wings, but by and large they cannot see. They move to homes and are attracted to damp and wet places. They bore holes into the wood and cause a great deal of damage to the wood structure.
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/1661519
http://www.kuriositas.com/2010/08/termites-eye-view-of-world.html
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 25, 2014 - 02:21pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown... wow, what a pic... such work, done, :))
say, i once had an old paino left at my place, from some lady that i babysat for in south texas...
the thing was neat to look at, poor lovely paino, but:
the WHOLE insides was riddle with termite work...
you'd near not believe it... whewww...
never saw anything like that... don't know it that brought termites to our small old house, or, if it was age old and done...
but the old house was falling apart on top of us, anyways...
folks that i knew, there, and their relatives, sadly never fixed stuff, :(
you know--the ol' :
family tradition...
now, long since then:
i am back to our family tradition:
see, think, study--then if wrong--try to see, think, study, and
fix in good solid, though kind, constructive ways...
and--never give up hope...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 26, 2014 - 12:59am PT
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A very scenic film here, one which might take up some idle time on Memorial Day, the day of the fallen warriors.
Warriors of the Steppes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFQ3FyiDMuk
Watch out for gopher holes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 26, 2014 - 09:45am PT
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Sunsight on Memorial Day.
Panorama north to south.From atop the Tioga/Middle Earth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 26, 2014 - 09:51am PT
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Sunsight on Memorial Day.
The Clark Range.
How this holiday will be spent.
Throw in a good nap or two.
Make time to read and relax.
It is a HOLIDAY!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 26, 2014 - 10:57am PT
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say neebee, that's an interesting structure all right
This is apparently what you get when you marry a pecker and a cam
I thought it would have been something like a campecker.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 26, 2014 - 06:28pm PT
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neebee made me a b'day cake!
So thoughtful!
Thank you!
I didn't see that thread until this morning, BTW.
Belated wishes to Mr. Bob Dylan.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 26, 2014 - 06:33pm PT
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hey there say, also... here is one from the facebook share--one is in the taco post, too...
:))
tacoland cake:
*mice just multiply so fast...
well, in this case, they ADD... ;)
edit:
you know, the nice things about long-ago birthday pics, shown recent, is this:
i always wonder WHERE the birthday kids of gone to--and now, here, we can see-- mouse had gone to CLIMB through life, and to walk the streets of
merced to be that 'mouse on the street' ..,.
nice place to end up, :)
as i said, boomer would be proud... :)
you are making folks happy, mouse...
keep up the good work...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 27, 2014 - 12:41pm PT
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You can't expect Beaver Board results unless
a) Your're a Beaver
b) You're bored
c) You see the BB Trademark
d) All of the above
Note that second cub almost goes over the barrier too, making baby bear number one a "cub scout"
[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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May 27, 2014 - 02:47pm PT
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Next to her are Jenny Lind, a non-smoker.
On the other side is the smokin' hot Kim Novak.
Clint Eastwood's old flame, Sondra Locke, co-starred in the Gauntlet.
http://marvel.com/universe/She-Hulk
Her mamma always said, "Life is like a box of Jolly Ranchers."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 28, 2014 - 03:09am PT
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Herb Caen and a glass of Instant Breakfast for breakfast and BB is off to school.
Caen's three-dot journalistic style could be called BB style...
Beaver board.
The Big Bopper.
Jiles Perry Richardson, Jr.
In May 1957, he broke the record for continuous on-air broadcasting by 8 minutes. From a remote setup in the lobby of the Jefferson Theatre in downtown Beaumont, Richardson performed for a total of five days, two hours, and eight minutes, playing 1,821 records and taking showers during 5-minute newscasts.
Richardson is credited for creating the first music video in 1958, and recorded an early example himself.
Benny Bengosgos. Benny rode with us back in the day. He is what jew call fictionale, que no? He was a Flame and his cousins were, too.
Yerz truly. Our family name is different like Smythe and Smith. B-E-R-M-I-N-G (second wind) H-A-M, with an E not an I.
I'd like a buck for every schmuck
That has no ear for a name, etc.
A couple videos of interest to this topic...to me, certainly.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
My Brother Timothy Lee B. has pigeons, like these, in fact. There are few left. Hawks are faster.
[Click to View YouTube Video]He raised many birds but it's discouraging, to say the least to let them be hawk bait.
He lives out of Jamestown across from the Grotto.
Free-falling.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 28, 2014 - 09:36am PT
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And Genesis 5:8 reads thus, children of Noah:
In all, Seth lived for nine hundred and twelve years; then died.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 28, 2014 - 09:52am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
What goes "clip-clop clip-clop clip-clop BANG! clip-clop clip-clop clip-clop?"
An Amish drive-by shooting.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 28, 2014 - 10:56am PT
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Beer Mile anyone?
Is that the 1960 First Place beer mile ribbon on display yonder?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Amish ski footage looks strangely reminiscent of McKinney/Bridwell episode at Mammoth, I had forgotten about the horse and getting the buggy uphill was a bitch (is it OK to say that in an Amish-related post?.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 28, 2014 - 12:47pm PT
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Anybody else have one of these?
I did find one like it.
Without looking behind the scene, where is this?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2014 - 07:46am PT
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I'm guessin' San Diego. No peekie.
It's very, very weird that today as I was strolling around I was wondering and thinking about and codger-tating:
"Who would be offended if I began a thread on Masonic brothers who are climbers?"
“And they went up the winding stairs into the middle chamber.” (I Kings 6:8)
And at the same time I wondered, "Are there twenty-five or are there thirty-six steps on the Winding Stair in Solomon's Temple?"
In an enthusiastic article on mountain climbing, entitled “The Freemasonry of the Alps,” The Spectator says that an essential of true Freemasonry is that there be no class distinctions, and assuredly mountaineering is the most democratic of all sports.
All mountaineers share a great secret.
The world does not understand their pleasures, and they are content that the world should not.
They are content that a few friends should share their secret, and hence throughout the world among lovers of high mountains there must be the most intimate freemasonry.
They may differ in politics, in class, in wealth, in physical and mental strength, but they have one common bond compared with which all differences are trivial—they have turned their eyes to the hills, and, like the psalmist, have found in them their help.
From the Freemason and Masonic Illustrated, V. 47, of Jan. 4, 1908.
Rudolf Hess was Hitler’s personally selected successor and number two man in the party.
He was captured in 1941 in Scotland during a solo flight while on a mission to meet with Golden Dawn figure The Duke of Hamilton trying to arrange for some sort of peace settlement between Hitler and Churchill.
The Golden Dawn is an esoteric Order founded in England in the 1880’s. The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn was originally heavily influenced by Freemasonry. Its three founding members were prominent Masonic figures and early members of the first Masonic lodge of research Quatuor Coronati Lodge No. 2076.
Also with the the Golden Dawn at the time was none other than Aleister Crowley, who was actively involved with British Intelligence MI5 which had it’s own official Occult Division/Department....
When the Nazis took power over Germany and Hitler became the Führer of he Third Reich, Hess' fortune seemed linked forever to Hitler’s. The Führer named Hess his heir-apparent. On May 10, 1941, however, a strange incident occurred....Rudolf Hess astonished the world by flying alone from Germany to Scotland and parachuting near the state of the Duke of Hamilton to contact some British members of the Golden Dawn and deliver a peace proposition.
But the British government paid no attention to Hess’ message and put him in jail for the rest of his life.
“When … German troops invaded Caucasus a strange ceremony took place. Three SS mountain climbers ascended Elbrus – the
sacred Aryan mountain, the cradle of ancient civilizations, the magic top of the “Lucifer’s Friends” sect. They erected there the
banner with swastika… It should have marked the beginning of new era. From that time the seasons should have obeyed the
conquerors and fire must have won ice” (Peauvel L, Bergier J. The Morning of Magus: the Power of magic cults in Nazi
Germany. M., 1992. P.46).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2014 - 09:22am PT
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Why do they call it Mount Bullion?
Will the fake Mount Bullion please stand up and leave?
This photo shows a road down below and I'm not certain which one it is. Hunters Valley, where thee is an active wildfire, is quite possibly in this shot.
Doc said my hernia is not a fake hernia.
He's referred me to the VA in Fresno.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2014 - 01:57pm PT
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Courtesy of Mr. Hooblie.[Click to View YouTube Video]It's "that to which I am listening now."
This gal has supersoul.
The Oversoul has been transcended.
"We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence..."--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ah, the wise silence of enforced downtime.
Thank you, OverMac, for the vacation. It should be good for something or other. At least your servers won't bitch up your days with petty problems.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2014 - 02:24pm PT
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He's her boy all the way, DMT.
His real dad was a genius with motorcycle repairs and modifications.
He was a very talented skateboarder.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 29, 2014 - 03:10pm PT
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Great Tommy Caldwell vid. - 1:54 oouuch!!
The historical marker is in San Francisco.
Landmark 408
Site of the First Meeting of Freemasons Held in California
728 Montgomery Street
1849
I remember Mason Williams best. Though I'm beginning to believe that my (Scottish) grandpa was a Mason. Can't figure out any other reason for the plaque being at my mom's house.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 29, 2014 - 07:10pm PT
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Domes you say? Half, full whatever. I was looking for a way to keep Michele's lettuce plants in the shade. Next thing you know I'm caught up in profanity and the revolt of the masses or mess-ups.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2014 - 08:08pm PT
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"Yurt too late, Bucky. We got it patented last month."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2014 - 08:16pm PT
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Heck, I'm looking forward to Idaho.
I figure if I take the first available slot for surgery it will be too late anyway.
It's the VA, after all, a government unto itself masquerading as a branch of the feds.
I've never dealt with the hospital in Fresno.
Roadside Anesthetic Tales
"Hit me over the heard again, Moosedrool...
I can still feel it...
again...
one more time...
here, let me do it."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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May 29, 2014 - 09:12pm PT
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Well, mFm, you're either a very knowledgeable and/or well-connected birthday boy.
So, can you explain the origin(s) of the phrase(s)
God Dome It
or
God Dome it to Hell.
Ha!
These two phrases may well come in handy in dealing with the VA. Walk in and start speaking in you loudest, yet still polite voice
God Dome It
God Dome It to Hell
I paid my mutherfocking premiums
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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May 29, 2014 - 11:39pm PT
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Fresno? VA
Hell! They sent me this the other day. My next appointment is in the Philippines.
I asked why Manila, I am in Northern CA. They said this was the only next available date and place. I then asked anything closer and they said they have an opening in Japan.
Well at least they are paying for travel.
I will tell them I lost my VA card and hand them this:
I will colour my hair the day before.
Will call you before I leave.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Just another day on the Taco with no Taco.
But,then, of a sudden: “What sound through yonder window breaks?”
‘Tis the Reverend Jeff Mathis and his truck, which I call privately Whiteman’s Burden. It’s still road-worthy, though getting hoary with age, as we set out to prove by circumnavigating Castle Air Base, or Castle Air Park, or Area 99, as I may sometimes call it privately.
I was trying to channel the Dolt the whole time. I don't think it worked this time, though.
There is still a large runway out there and landing lights, and a tower, an there is a lot of air traffic--the landing pattern passes directly overhead of the center of town.
I know there was a helicopter flight school located out there, but don’t think they are operating now. Their craft used to be seen out there from my window after dusk, red lights flitting around, sometimes as many as three, mostly just two. I haven’t seen them in months.
There is the Federal Penitentiary out there, as well, on the northern end of the parcel that made up the air base. It has two lone watch towers. The Reverend says his folks toured it when it opened and there is not one window in the place, it’s all blank concrete inside and out. They have a decent library, I happen to know, having sold them the roots of it in the year they opened.
The chickens across the road don’t need no stinkin’ books, though.
There are farms on the other side of the road all the way around the base, as you can tell from the pictures. I was riding shotgun and managed to get some (Quote) “good travelog fodder.”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”--the Rev's reaction
When we got into town again, we had Double-Doubles at the In-n-Out. Along with about fifty Korean tourists en route to YNP.
Chevy HHR "enflamed."
We stopped to gaze at the past at the Castle Air Museum. The Dolt's vibes were very faint.FINALLY!!!!Second half of the journey awaits.
"The Mystery Tour route." A Grade II!!
Mostly all these shots are facing AWAY from the base, cuz frankly, the place is less than imposing, except for the prison.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Noonish – Friday
Well, the Rev got mysterious on me. As we drove out of the burger joint we headed out G Grade. All he said was that he had a route in mind for the afternoon.
He’s the jefe and I’m the shotgun. He calls the shots, though.
Since he called this a “route,” it was easy for the two of us ancient teenagers to slip into the jargon of our youth.
The drive to Snelling, where I stepped out to relieve myself (the “piss of fear”) represented the “approach.”
The first pitch ended badly, with us “down-climbing” and trying a different way, for it was “off route.”
More “retreating.”
His intention had been to find a diversion dam across which he and his grampa and his siblings "traversed" to get to the south side of the Merced, and he figured it was one of these two spots which we investigated, and we got out and walked in to both of them from their parking areas on Merced Falls Road, my older bother's patch.
The first "attempt" led across a field on a paved road to a men’s and ladies concrete block toilet, totally unused and lonesome, hadly the romanticist's vision of an "alpine hut," but there it is, Merced style.
There was a short dirt pathway that led to what I’m privately calling the Shrine of Our Lady of the Blackberries. It’s a small, canoe-sized slot which goes out to the river through brambles and cattails. Not the place we wanted to be at all, and I knew we were way short of MID's Crocker-Huffman dam which forms the lake in front of my brother’s house.
But the Rev is calling the shots and we backtrack (“You realize we are going further away, don’t you?” No answer, really, just a grim look and a firm grip on the steering wheel to the next parking lot.)
And another fruitless “lead.”
There was a white Chevy truck parked out there in the rock piles—-must be a local. I kept on truckin’ while the Rev found the pretty girl who drove the truck--she said we were in the wrong spot, that the place we want is miles up the road. He yelled at me to come on back, but mostly I’d decided already that there was too far to go to get to the river, given my bloat from that burger and a coke, even if the dam is still approachable, and I was ready to descend and beat a retreat.
He and I got back to the truck, rolled the windows down and headed up the road, discussing our options. He thought he knew where she was talking about, and I concurred. It’s the parking lot at the sharp bend in Merced Falls Road at the PG&E power dam, a well-trodden place in the past by thousands of littering bait fishermen, but it’s fenced off now.
There is only the upper lake, a remnant of what was the log pond for the lumber mill, a wretched place to fish, and which is also separated from the top of the wooden dam and spillway by fences.
So things have changed around here in the sixty or so years since the Mathis clan came out to play with their grampa. Not surprising: berries grow, fences abound.
Berminghams move into the neighborhood and it goes to hell.
We intrepidly began the second pitch of our Grade II. By then I'd guessed where we are heading--Hunter valley.
We drove Hornitos Road from Merced Falls Rd. I’d been out this way last summer and once again on a ramble with Amyjo, ending up at the graveyard at St. Catherine’s chuch in Hornitos. From Hornitos we took Bear Valley Road northward.
We looked at a map (!) and found Cotton Creek Rd., my choice, a dirt road as it turns out. El Jefe said it’s the next, Hunter Valley Rd. We ascended a grade that is steep, one which goes up to the same elevation, roughly, as the Guadalupe Grade south of here on Hwy. 140. There are low stone walls all over this area--not to mention tons of loathsome poison oak and scrub oak and dry brush and no cattle right now.
We came to the fire house and stopped a minute to look at the map on display. I'll admit we were both unsure as to where to go. Neither of us had been in here, ever.
“Take that turn, OK?”
“Why?”
“I reckon It’s beckonin’ to me, is all.”
He ignores my request and keeps on for another bit and it turns out that his move is the right one because here is where we should be, finally. It’s been a struggle all day finding where we need to be.
At long last we came upon the burn.We continued past Detweiler Road, which we could take, because it takes us closer, but instead we settle for this long view from the Smith’s place (nice old junker, eh?).
On the way out we only saw one Cal Fire unit, a FWD with one man in it, maybe coming in to check out the effect of mopping up. There was a water truck parked in front of one of the ranchos, its driver asleep in the seat.
And we begin our “descent” back to the valley floor, past the Griffith Ranch, into Merced.That's Bilderberg, Bozo.Jeff had been working a month straight. He decided a short respite was in order. I am glad to have been of service, old buddy!!!!
We shook hands when we got back to Middle Earth on yet one more successful Flames “climb.”
Anyone know where can I get my "Beckon-Reckoner checked?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you, Marlow. I have probably heard this song ONCE before, whenever I listened to the album back in the dark age.
One Brown Mouse
Smile your little smile, take some tea with me awhile
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder
Twitch your whiskers, feel that you're really real
Another tea time, another day older
Puff warm breath on your tiny hands, you wish you were a man
Who every day can turn another page
Behind your glass you sit and look at my ever open book
One brown mouse sitting in a cage
Do you wonder if I really care for you
Am I just the company you keep
Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?
Smile your little smile, take some tea with me awhile
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder
Twitch your whiskers, feel that you're really real
Another tea time, another day older
Smile your little smile, take some tea with me awhile
And every day we'll turn another page
Behind our glass we'll sit and look at our ever open book
One brown mouse sitting in a cage, one brown mouse sitting in a cage
One brown mouse sitting in a cage
-Ian Anderson
Now all you mice behave yourselves, hear me?! Jaybro and Ron, stop that!
http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/subjects/h/homeowner_resources/mice/index.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Eight days a week, thirteen moons per year.
But wait...there's more!
June 4, 2004. Granby, Colorado. And YOU ARE THERE!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marvin_Heemeyer
Colofornia leads all states in shootings, mass murders, father-rapings, and mother-stabbings, etc.
Definitely ahead in Bulldozer Revenge-taking.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Brought to you by Transformers, the Movies.
And THE FLAMES OF CAMP 4.
"CLASS comin' out of our butts."--new ST motto rejected by CMac
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Keith who?[Click to View YouTube Video]You've seen this before, haven't you? I haven't. Moon's crazy as...
a sh!thouse rat!
Can you dig it? The concept of a two-holer outhouse never penetrated until I found this informative video.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I always thought that it meant...you know...
Please don't squeeze the catalog. " :0) "
Idle thought, while the subject is nigh:
Who of youm has climbed The Sphincter up back of Camp 4?
It was...unusual.
How'd you like a mouse up The Sphincter?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Butt first...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Two-thirty a.m. horizon.You can't tell it from enlarging here, much, but there are other lights out there in these shots.
Brought to you by Deacon Beacon's Van Storage and Bait Store.
And Wilkes Osprey brand.Brother Tim is ready to put his boat in the water this week. We're trying to decide when.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Old Ronnie's a Navy champ and has been doing this for a long time. The other night he explained how to tape your hands.
When a fighter's hand is taped, it is inspected by the officials and signed on the tape by the referee prior to the beginning of the fight, which is meant to ensure that the tape has not been tampered with.
You'd hate to have one of these hitting you, for instance, even under gauze and tape, right?
When the fight is concluded, the wraps stay on until the gloves come off and the officials check the wraps again before the fighters head to the showers.
Also, if there is an injury to the hand, the tape acts as a cast and the hand is x-rayed in its original position, allowing the docs to make their decisions.
"I say, I believe it's a split, Doctor."
"No, this man clearly lost, my good man."
"Paper, stone, scissors, then."
"You first."
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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Ya know, MFM, there is a thing called Facebook now. People use it to post up stuff like this.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sincerely, Senor "Basebook," I know that and I say "Well, big deal & so what?"
It happens that I have WAY more friends here than there.
And I don't get bothered by RELATIVES!
Thanks for posting up or for getting down, no matter.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you, feralfae, for this get well card.
I may get to see the VA by July tenth to discuss planning the pre-op.
At least the VA glacier is moving, but who knows whether it's growing or slowing or in retreat?
I feel better just knowing someone cared enough to get up off her own pallet of pain and find this neato postcard to send.
God bless you and I pray that you get to feeling better, too.
[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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Only a single cloud in the whole sky this morning and it sat right over Southern Yosemite.Good day, Taco!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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More dancing & less whining, dog lovers, cat lovers, bird lovers, and mice lovers.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Alvin Cash & The Crawlers
Twine Time lyrics
It's twine time!
(ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh ah)
Let's twine, baby!
Oh, but you're lookin' good, baby
(lengthy instrumental)
Oh, lookin' lookin' good
Twine baby!
Twine!
(Owww!)
Oh, have mercy baby!
Oooh-wee!
Oh, do it
Twine, baby!
(Owww!)
Oh, but you're lookin' good, baby
Oh, let's twine!
Oooh-wee!
{fade}
Here he comes, that's zBrown's clown, Phil!
Look at the size of that dude's feet, Don! My GOD!
What else can you say, man...
How about:
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-a-weh
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-a-weh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Hope you can enjoy this with a nice person who wants to dance with YOU, noboby but YOU!
http://www.the60sofficialsite.com/Vibration_of_a_Nation.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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face_buch
reminder to zBrown, stop tormentin' your eyes with rubbish
and don't follow leaders
but watch your parking meters
[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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Lastly, I am not robust??? WTF? lol, no clue what you mean.--Moosetool
These are the last words he wrote to me.
It is private mail, but deserving of a public apology.
We are nothing if not a bastion of civility.
I blame it on too many "bewks."
I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding, Moosetard.
I'm a "bewb" several times each day.
You are, I shall say instead, NOT BUXOM. :0)
Mustard
I accept my Humble Pie.[Click to View YouTube Video]Wilfrid Brambell, playing Grandfather McCartney, was a co-star on Steptoe & Son, as a "dirty" old man.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Birmingham, Alabama...
They love their governour.
Buxton, England...
They love their Peaks.
Bustards...
They are all fairly large...being frequently cited as the world's heaviest flying birds.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And now for THE Bird.
[Click to View YouTube Video]What a delightful bird! Not fickle at all, but eager to please!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The conductor also made a point to bring music to foster children. “He really wants to inculcate a love of music, the whole emotion of what music can do for any person, young or old,” said Ann Andersen, vice president of the Merced Symphony Association.
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2014/06/06/3685939/merced-music-director-leaves-symphony.html?sp=/99/215/#storylink=cpy
When I moved into my studio apt. here in Middle Earth the week prior to 9-11, all that I had to entertain myself were my books, my dreams, and my radio. I kept it tuned to Capital Public Radio and listened to classical exclusively, nothing else. I'd been doing so for a number of years since my wife passed. This piece was one which guaranteed my tears for several more years.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Now, it's a pleasant memory of several good crying jags. And I no longer am such a "genre snob." There is a world of music to which I'll never get to listen, simply because there is not time to do so.
But by becoming a member of TPR, Taco Public Radio, I am able to use my music-listening time so much more wisely than with no guidance except that of some jaded program director who is constrained by the collection of music available to him and by his own personal ideas of what's good for his audience, the mercenary bustard. All THEY want is my money.
Here, on TPR, it's all about the joy and the dancing and the sharing FOR FREE AND WITH NO QUALIFICATIONS the music of many lands and times. We have jazz, classical, lots and lots of rock in all its gaudy variety. We have Gypsy, with Musical Migrations. We have a number of excellent musicians, TT leading the pack, and Ron playing his guitar to get Sally to Lay Down, not to mention the rival Politard Choirs, the Blues and the Reds.
I want to thank the All-Taco All-Stars Music Appreciation Squad for providing us with such a weird and representative mix of melodies and noise.
I have had the opportunity to listen one time to the Merced Symphony, but ticket prices are higher than I can afford. The piece that stands out from that one concert is the Schumann Third Symphony, the Rhenish. I'm not a capable judge of live classical orchestral efforts. I did like what I heard and managed a smoke break with the maestro at the intermission. He is an exceedingly pleasant and jovial man and he was a loyal book buying customer of mine for several years after. (The best kind is the one that buys.) He'll definitely be missed around here.
Adieu, Henrik.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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More of a mouse's shadow life.
My older brother Mike some forty (Edit: more like fifty he tells me) years back on prom night, aged eighteen.He was tall and skinny, as you can tell.
Here he is with our second cousin, Ricky Callender, at an even more tender age.
His birthday is today, June 9, and the anniversary of my meeting with my late mate, Liz.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A ver si alguien se acuerde de mi conjunto, Los Insectos...tocamos por televisión de Guayaquil en ano 1966.--Hoolie O'Garra
Technology may save your Canadian auto from destructive roadway chemicals, among other possibilities.
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Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Julio Inglasses.
Rock on!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 10, 2014 - 08:55pm PT
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A la espera.[Click to View YouTube Video]As are we all.
And the sunset shots were botched. But it looks like a burning town--Atlanta, Greeley Hill, or even Watts.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 10, 2014 - 09:02pm PT
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I've often wondered what became of Los Insectos.
I hope they didn't sell their catalog to Michael Jackson.
Que mierda caminar esta puta ciudad, muerta de matar esta puta ciudad!!
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Los Insectos - La Trampa
Como te lo digo, andaba deprimido
a veces camino como un zombi dormido
para donde yo miro todo esta podrido,
para donde yo miro no tiene sentido.
Y vuelvo y te lo digo, andaba deprimido
a veces camino como un zombi dormido,
que mierda caminar esta puta ciudad,
muerta de matar esta puta ciudad.
Zombis y muertos se acaba tu tiempo(x3)
zombis y muertos tu tiempo se acaba.
Sigue tu camino, no te metas conmigo,
ten en cuenta que...casi somos enemigos
ten en cuenta que...
Que mierda caminar esta puta ciudad,
muerta de matar, esta puta cuidad.
Zombis y muertos se acaba tu tiempo(x3)
zombis y muertos tu tiempo se acaba
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Jun 11, 2014 - 12:26am PT
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Mouse, your such a tripper bro! Lol. I love it!! Can't wait to hang at COR!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 11, 2014 - 01:09am PT
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Roobish, lad. I'm totally serious here. :0)
Have some fish eggs, bro.
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This is from last summer. Too bad it's such a mediocre effort, but it shows what the county's northern edge looks like out by my big brother "Shorty" Mike's place (he's only 6'1" and can't jam or even lieback worth a dang, I'm sure).
This shows about halfway through the video the Crocker-Huffman Dam, the lowest along this dammed river.
Exchequer Dam, then McSwain Dam, then the Merced Falls Dam, and finally this one, all of six to eight feet tall. You could "dunk" here, Big Mike!!!!
I did not know they were collecting sturgeon out there, however.
That dam backs the river up about two miles, on past the yard at Mike's, to the first riffles, then it gets a kind of steep run to the base of the MF Dam.
Below that dam, in the race below the spillway, is where some VERY LARGE TROUT end up. But they are spread all along this stretch, along with salmon in season, and them big old sturgeons.
There are predominately rainbows here, but there are the predatory browns, too. It used to be there were lots of brookies, but not many now.
It's all just so much cat chow, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 11, 2014 - 03:34am PT
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And the trout jumped over the moon.And thrills.
[Click to View YouTube Video]For more thrills try the Vernal Falls Raging video when this one finishes.
"Hikers climbed over this railing,
Railing at life's BS and wailing,
'We're not gonna take it any more!'"
[Click to View YouTube Video]Never did, never will.
Except for monumental floods and fires...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 11, 2014 - 07:08am PT
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I think this explains most, if not all, of the problems around here.
Chimps outsmart humans at simple strategy game
Quote Here
Having more complex cognitive reasoning skills doesn't necessarily make you better at simple tasks, a new study has found. When it comes to outwitting the competition, the chimpanzee seems to be smarter than a human.
See what I mean.
Basically there is a very simple situation that becomes complex and could be returned to normalcy by having more chimps participating on the forum.
zBrown remember to email cMac on this.
http://www.cnet.com/news/chimps-outsmart-humans-at-simple-strategy-game/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 11, 2014 - 08:08am PT
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Meanwhile, a bit further up the so-called evolutionary ladder,
in a place RIGHT UNDER YOUR FEET,
but LONG AGO.
MEET THE ROCKSTONES
Chip Rockstone
Shaka, his wife
Cobbles, their way-above-average daughter
Excuse Me, their klutzy pet giant gecko
His pal, Al O’Soreass
Al’s gal Ooma, short for Oomamamama
Gangbam, their “sweet angel child”
Mr. Gneiss, their boss at the wheel works
Mrs. Gneiss, his former secretary
Miss Greystone, his present secretary
Buster Butts, Shaka’s way-below-average younger brother,
and the local LEO/law enforcement officer, as he describes himself
I could tell you a little bit about him.
He lives alone in a trailer.
He has his grave already dug out back.
He has barely enough in his world to keep him living.
He walks the line.
He likes to be in motion, but just barely.
“Get out of the way!”
Buster up and jumped a foot and came down with his hand slapping leather. His throwing stick was in his hand and cranked back to throw as quickly as anyone could have done it.
“Freeze right there!” he shouted, but it came out like, “Fees white ai-yah.” Buster’s tongue was partially bitten off way back in his youth. He got involved in a misbegotten sabre-tooth cat-herding operation dreamed up by his late father, Duster.
Now Duster would have been proud of his boy, except he couldn’t pronounce the letter ‘r.” Duster’s fame with the stick was widely known and respected. Buster could put the eyes out on a cave bear at sixty paces and still almost outrun the blind sucker. He was a cool shot, but his speed on his feet was in a totally different realm.
He seemed to move twice as much as Shaka, his older sister, or any of his friends, in order to go anywhere or to do anything. It annoyed most people, so he spent most of his time alone and was used to doing so.
He was so slow on his feet that some days you’d swear he was going backwards, even.
Which is why the sabre-tooth cat-herding venture was so painful and so forth. Cats are nothing if not very fast and cunning.
But Buster Butt’s immediate concern was with the persons still coming toward him, in spite of his threat with the throwing stick.
There were just two people, not many at all.
And he knew them both well.
One was his niece, Cobbles, and the other was her neighbor, the local screw-up, Gangbam O’Soreass.
Buster knew that the kid’s heart was in the right place, but all the same, the boy was quickly digging his own grave, and Buster knew graves. He moonlighted digging holes for dead bodies.
That boy had tombstones for eyes.
“What’s the trouble, Officer?” said Gangbam, smiling and smirking slightly. “What did you say?”
Buster repeated his warning in a mushy monotone, adding “Punk...” under his breath.
“Take it easy, G,” said Cobbles. “The cat’s got his tongue.”
Buster’s eyes crossed, his nostrils flared, and he screamed at her as he fired,
“You have no style o gace!”
She closed her eyes and gave up hope.
They buried her in the hole in back of the trailer.
No trouble at all.
Buster has not been seen.
It is rumored that he dug a hole to the center of the earth.
No one bothered to look hard for him.
Actually, nothing was done.
Buster probably moved faster than he’d moved in his whole dreary life.
“No time to begin another story now.”
Have a pleasant stay above ground.
And leave the cat be!
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Cave Women's Collective and Support Goup CLUBHOUSE is closed for renovation this week. Please take note.
For Tom Higgins, the master, from LONG AGO. :0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 13, 2014 - 09:21am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 14, 2014 - 11:05pm PT
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Feli, of Corsica singing Golu.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpuaHE-YeNM
Alejandro Rivera, of Mexico, playing Zorba on his guitar. FAB!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv_ZMSv1-mg
Listen to Gypsy's show, Musical Migrations for more of these artists.
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
Zorba the Chinese?
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Pretty hot baroque here.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Bless us, Father, for we have listened to jazz.
And we liked it, too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 15, 2014 - 08:42am PT
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K-PAX Americana. From the same guy who brought you The Big Leibowski.
Continuing impact of British rock & roll, The Beetles invaded America and killed my birch tree. This root is thirty feet long.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 15, 2014 - 12:38pm PT
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Nice one Marlow. I had never seen this. Ages well. 1962 I believe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 16, 2014 - 06:46am PT
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Did you have a rough weekend?
Looking forward to a few zzzz'z in yur cubicle?
Smile!!!!!
Remember, a day without sunshine is like...night.
But there is no justice and yer gonna die!
They call this Stormy Monday,
But Tuesday's dust is bad.
It's the words that make me feel blue,
But I remember what fun we had.
Yep. Every day should be Monday.
That way nobody can complain about the day of the week...
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Speaking of showers, Anastasia should have a baby shower for Baby Number Two. Treat all the kids the same. It's hard. It's like...climbing!
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Anastasia
climber
Home
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Jun 16, 2014 - 11:48am PT
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Deep thoughts, what is etiquette and what is fopaux? :D
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 17, 2014 - 04:26pm PT
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I wonder if ferretlegger can do that well dancing the ferret trot?
Susan, does he even know there is a dance associated with his icon?
If you notice your ferret bouncing off the walls, leaping from one piece of furniture to another, and seemingly going a hundred miles an hour, don’t be alarmed. Your ferret is doing what is referred to as the “dance for joy.” “This is a direct result of an animal having so much joy and energy that it cannot be contained,” Faulkner said. “And they don’t know exactly what to do with themselves, and this is how it comes out.” The very hyper movement is often accompanied by vocalizations that sound a lot like a human laugh.
http://www.smallanimalchannel.com/ferrets/ferret-behavior/20-strange-but-common-ferret-behaviors.aspx
[Click to View YouTube Video]Mice never act crazy, either...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 17, 2014 - 06:22pm PT
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I was under the impression that ferrets were illegal.
Nonetheless, it appears to be OK to sell them food.
y agua
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 18, 2014 - 05:13am PT
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Ferretti Road, Groveland, CA.
Carl "The Truth" Williams ferrets out himself.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the ferrest ferret of them all?
The bull goose ferret jumped over the sleeping yellowish-zBrown dog.
Ferret Buhler's Day in the Hole.
ferretlegger hears us mockin' but he can chime in anytime.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Do you hear the "Texas" in her voice? She lived in Houston, Houston, Houston, a pally of Dean Martin's NOT! Not our little Margie.
Storm was born Josephine Owaissa Cottle in Bloomington in Victoria County, Texas. The youngest of five children, she had two brothers and two sisters. Her father, William Walter Cottle, died after a year-long illness when she was just seventeen months old, and her mother, Minnie Corina Cottle, struggled to raise the children alone.
One of her sisters gave Josephine the middle name "Owaissa," a Norridgewock Amerindian word meaning "bluebird." Storm's mother Minnie took in sewing, then opened a millinery shop in McDade, Texas, which failed, and finally moved the family to Houston.
Storm learned to be an accomplished dancer and became an excellent ice skater at Houston's Polar Palace. She performed in the drama club at both Albert Sidney Johnston Junior High School and San Jacinto High School.
When she was 17 years old, two of her teachers urged her to enter a contest on Gateway to Hollywood, broadcast from the CBS Radio studios in Hollywood, California. First prize was a one-year contract with a movie studio. She won and was immediately given the stage name Gale Storm. Her performing partner (and future husband), Lee Bonnell from South Bend, Indiana, became known as Terry Belmont.--Wiki
What a novel success story.
I keep thinking of Reservoir Dogs, though...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 20, 2014 - 07:11am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 20, 2014 - 02:10pm PT
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2,290,886 and climbing
ferret
fair trade
Fair Credit Reportring Act
Jun 16, 2014 - 07:41pm PT
2,288,530 posts and climbing.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 20, 2014 - 05:25pm PT
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Fairest of The Fair de 1958
Raquel (Welch) Tejada de La Jolla
tell it to the judge(s)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jun 20, 2014 - 06:02pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... WOW am i behind here... wow...
lovely blue eggs in nest, shared by capt, or skully... wow...
eggs around here, seem to have all hatched, :)
and my mom's (hummingbird nest there) as well...
also, say, more great sunset/sunrise etc, shots, mouse...
nice blue one, too (the one that said 'justice' under it?)
also, enjoying the music links...
and say,
when i was babysitting on night, YEARS back, before i was married, i saw that 'golden earrings' movie, that night... forgot all about...
was always interesting and fun to watch those old black and white classics!
so--i just hit the link, and lo and behold, wow, did not KNOW you could see the whole movie... oh my...
so, am checking it now, hee hee, instead of reading the wonderful ol' taco...
i know, i know--at TIMES like this, we are supposed to 'read tea leaves' not tacos... ;))
TIMES like this--meaning, of course, the movie, :))
happy good afternoon and eve... wish i could remember some more titles of all these old movies... i should find a list of titles, etc, with matching 'who plays in them'...
ahhh, which reminds, me, i STILL have not tracked down the title of that old marx brothers 'song use' ... as to that grouch waltzing on the porch...
must find that and bump it up, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 20, 2014 - 07:38pm PT
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October 1940.
But does he deserve a white hat in his heart of hearts?
He's a great actor for his times and his roles. Washing is hands before Congress was a smart idea and timely, it seems to me.
Politics and appearances before Congress...
Cooper was a staunch supporter of the Republican Party. He voted for Calvin Coolidge in 1924 and Herbert Hoover in 1928 and 1932. He campaigned for Wendell Willkie in 1940. Cooper attended a rally organized by David O. Selznick in 1944 in the Los Angeles Coliseum in support of the Dewey-Bricker ticket as well as Governor Earl Warren of California, who would become Dewey's running mate in 1948. The gathering drew 93,000, with Cecil B. DeMille as the master of ceremonies and short speeches by Hedda Hopper and Walt Disney. Among others in attendance were Ann Sothern, Ginger Rogers, Adolphe Menjou, Randolph Scott, and Walter Pidgeon. Despite the good turnout at the rally, most Hollywood celebrities who took a public position sided with the Roosevelt–Truman ticket.
In 1944, Cooper joined the anti-communist Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals. While filming Good Sam, he testified before the House Committee on Un-American Activities on October 23, 1947, characterized as a "friendly" witness. Asked if he had observed "communistic influence in Hollywood", Cooper named no one in particular but said he had "turned down quite a few scripts because I thought they were tinged with communistic ideas"; he also said he had heard statements such as "don't you think the Constitution of the United States is about 150 years out of date?" and "perhaps this would be a more efficient government without a Congress"—-statements he characterized as "very un-American".
He also told the committee:
Several years ago, when communism was more of a social chit-chatter in parties for offices, and so on when communism didn't have the implications that it has now, discussion of communism was more open and I remember hearing statements from some folks to the effect that the communistic system had a great many features that were desirable. It offered the actors and artists—in other words, the creative people—a special place in government where we would be somewhat immune from the ordinary leveling of income. And as I remember, some actor's name was mentioned to me who had a house in Moscow which was very large—he had three cars, and stuff, with his house being quite a bit larger than my house in Beverly Hills at the time—and it looked to me like a pretty phony come-on to us in the picture business. From that time on, I could never take any of this pinko mouthing very seriously, because I didn't feel it was on the level.
Cooper's testimony occurred a month before the Hollywood blacklist was established. Other members of the Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals included Clark Gable, Ginger Rogers, Victor Fleming, Ronald Reagan, and Barbara Stanwyck, among many others.
At the end of 1959, Cooper and his family toured the Soviet Union at the invitation of Soviet Premier Nikita Kruschev.
Tacoville is no Tinseltown, but it has a lot of Peyton Place, which is Otay by me.
Nice to have you back,neebee. Now it is my turn to choogle off to another state.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jun 20, 2014 - 07:59pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... happy to be back... my critter pets are all, thank god, okay...
got the yard settled on sunday,
me settled on mon...
paintings read to do more, on tue...
wed, more yard stuff... had to finish it up...
thurs, helped an ex bosslady...
and today, as well...
now, this weekend, i hope to catch up on the ol' taco,
though i have peeked around a bit, here and there...
happy good trip to you and prayers...
:)
need to see a few rawhides, here, to anchor me down at home,
being that i sure miss my mom and kids and grandkids now...
i need to feel that ol' 'life is a trail drive' feeling,
and that we 'transfer life' along the trail to so many
folks, we need to make sure we are strong, reliable, and yet kind,
as we do so...
:)
neebee, trailbossgal, trying to keep the herd-of-friends, whether
here-or-there, showered with as much care as i am able to give, and good cheer and advice when needed... though politely, of course,
after all:
we ain't cows, ;))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 20, 2014 - 08:03pm PT
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On St. John's Eve this year I went with the old woman who
lives in the cottage on the bog, to celebrate with the spirits
of our ancestors, with Christian and pre-Christian Ireland,
the Midsummer of the year. There was no night ; darkness
did not fall till one hour before the east had brightened
again ; only an all-pervading grey, blue light that was neither
night nor day. A white star showed here and there, high,
distant, unregarded in the twilight. A sickle moon, that
seemed to have caught herself on the red-brown arm of one
of the Scots firs standing by the bog, made no appreciable
difference on the scene. We walked through a strange
border-land unclaimed as yet by the night. Under every
tree lay a black, pool-like shadow across which one might
fancy moved the boats of the Sidhe. Near by rose their
habitation, the steep, tree-crowned rath.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_John's_Eve
In Denmark, the celebration is called sankthans or sankthansaften ("St. John's Eve"). It is the day where the medieval wise men and women would gather special herbs that they needed for the rest of the year to cure people.The Danes often meet with family and friends to have dinner together. If the weather is good, they then proceed to a local bonfire venue. Here the bonfire with the witch on top is lit around 10 pm. Beforehand, a bonfire speech is often made, at large events normally by a well-known person. According to popular belief, St John’s Eve was charged with a special power where evil forces were also at work. People believed that the witches flew past on their broomsticks on their way to the Brocken. To keep the evil forces away, the bonfires were usually lit on high ground. Placing a witch – made of old clothes stuffed with hay – on the bonfire is a tradition which did not become common until the 20th century.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 21, 2014 - 10:53am PT
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Before I get on the road with Moosedrool, here is a video from my daughter Bevin's partner.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Love to Dara!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 22, 2014 - 07:19am PT
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So here I am in Minden, NV. Is this another TR-in-progress, a real-time adventure a la Nut Job?
I don't know.
I'll tell you when I get to Idontno. I had karaoke AND sushi yesterday.
I'm living the life here in Little Poland, but we are on the road again in twenty.
The sky is so much NICER over here, I can't help noticing. Moosedrool Manor is a very cool house with amenities tat I appreciate.
Before I set out, I want you to know that I will never be able to repay Mr. Moosedrool for this adventure. We shall try to make it all Windy and Willowy for you who wanted to be here for this solstice gathering.
God bless!u
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 22, 2014 - 08:36am PT
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Monumental.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 22, 2014 - 09:59am PT
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Timid...do you live in Chico? We lived there in the early seventies....do you ever go climbing at Salmon Hole? Unique but adventurous. Bald Rock Dome? Elephant Rock?
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Jun 22, 2014 - 10:06am PT
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Mouse and Moose.
Travel the distance safely...
Odometer: The word derives from the Greek words hodós ("path" or "gateway") and métron ("measure").
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SC seagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz, or In What Time Zone Am I?
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Jun 22, 2014 - 10:15am PT
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Why does Moose and Mouse on a road trip make me think of Thelma and Louise?
A Polaroid selfie. Who knew?
Susan
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jun 22, 2014 - 10:36am PT
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I remember some fairly solid rock at Salmon Hole...I led this one route, could have been a FA. As I recall, it started with an easy bit to a ledge then up a corner to a awkward bomb bay chimney. I would love to go look at it again...its been 40 plus years. There was another wall further east that we protected with knifeblades. Spooky as I recall. Good buildering at the campus too.
Almost ate it on the approach to the base of Bald Rock dome...slipped on some gravel, took the slide of death on some slabs only to be stopped at the brink by a solution pocket the exact size of my butt. Broke my back from the impact ( as I found out many years later when getting an xray) I was very sore for quite a while but fitness and youth kept me in traction till it healed.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jun 22, 2014 - 11:02am PT
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hey there say, mouse... and moosedrool... and all...
happy wonderful adventure! yes, we will enjoy trip report...
wonderful thoughts and prayers to you both...
wished i could have met more folks, when i was in calif, but it was
a miracle family trip and my mommy, sis, and kids, and grandkids were
a huge top priority, and love and hugs grew so sweet within us, to
make up for MANY MANY lost years, as, i live so far away...
just wish my daddy would have been here, still, to see and embrace all this...
also, praying for the bike to be ready for you, when you get back...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jun 22, 2014 - 05:05pm PT
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I lived in Harpo once, but I developed an attitude and moved to Groucho. Don't get me to talkin' about Gummo, but I've heard a little about the topic.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Photo number two: Showing Suippes-stakes par les poilus?
Photo number seven: The losers.
Photo number ten: Which is the real horse's ass? Trick question.
Photo number fourteen: It's even more beautiful in the snow!
You think I protest? Too much! I hate war.
Boomer lived to cut his wedding cake, as did his best man, Nick Ecounomo, both shown here with Bobbye and her new sister-in-law, my Aunt Dorathy, the bridesmaid.
But there is a very unpopular side of the First War, The GREAT WAR, The War to End War. It may not get much play with all the jingoistic hoopla.
There are always protests no matter the conflict. What is war without protest? I'll leave that up to you. I'm just the reporter. You could try me for something, like having sense.
Our management insists that this go into this report, so here. Have a nice day, one free of controversy, and go do some random kindnesses.
Seven-Up, the VW of soft drinks. Drink it. Please.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mount Diabobololo and fireworks.
Snap!Crackle!Pop!
BLAM!BOOM! BOOM!BA-BOOM!
POW!CRUNCH!CRUNCH! BAM! BOOM!
Oh, Wow!Gasp!Awesome!You missed that one!
Man, this was a lot of fun! Last year I was at the pull-out halfways up the hill from Coulterville with the Rev watching fireworks at Don Pedro Reservoir. I've learned a lot since then.
Flames Games. Hope you all enjoyed the show...
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Snowy White & The White Flames - Riding The Blues.
The song's finishing line is well fitted for The Flames thread:
"Oh Lord, don't let me fade away..."
[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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Let's go, MooseMovement.
Let's bottle up, then go, MouseAment.
Let's went, Cisco!
"O. Henry's Robin Hood of the Old West."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oh, Henry, where did they film the opening theme?
At Mel's Old West Bar in Planada, twenty-five cent beers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]THE CONFESSOR
If you try to see the meaning hidden underneath the measure of the depth can be deceiving
The bottom has a rocky reputation
You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow - on the surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep
In the eyes of the Confessor
In the eyes of the Confessor there's no place you can hide
You can't hide from the eyes
Don't you even try
In the eyes of the Confessor you can't tell a lie
You cannot tell a lie
Strip you down to size
Naked as the day that you were born
Naked as the day that you were born
Take all the trauma, drama, karma, guilt, and doubt, and shame
"What if's" and "if only's"; the shackles and the chains
Violence and agression; the pettiness and scorn
The jealousy and hatred; the tempest and discord
And give it up!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What is the “John gesture”? Picknett & Prince identified that da Vinci in his paintings often depicted certain people as raising their right index finger skywards.
See my thumb? Gee, you're dumb!
http://www.philipcoppens.com/johngesture.html
This symbolic gesture was pointed out by Rodger, the Brokedownclimber and raconteur.Hot stuff, BDC!
See you later at Facelift.
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7SacredPools
Trad climber
Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Walter Trout, one of the great unsung guitar masters. Thanks for posting ZBrown!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I am an auteur, MooseMon! And if I'd written this book, I'd dedicate it to you, "old butty."
Yer gonna die...
from the suspense!
At first it seemed like just another emergency case—hideous but routine—in the life of the smalll-town hospital. But the ancient Chouinard #7 Stopper in this victim’s butt was only the beginning...
The hospital staff fought to save the young climber’s anal integrity and not damage him with the nut tool, and old Doc Bircheff was their only hope for this chock was chock-full of radiation! But where had he gone?
Somewhere in the hospital another man was ready to kill, bolt, chip or French free if he had to. He was desperate, shall we say, to keep the injured climber from talking.
And the NPS, the Fish and Game, the FBI, not to mention the Inyo County Mounties, are helpless to stop what they can’t understand...
Will the peripatetic Doc be located in time and has he REALLY got the skills needed? Or has his whole life been a sham?
You won’t rest until he does.
And he never rests...
BUTTY:
Welsh term for a friend or a pal. Used mainly in the Valleys by working class.
Alright butty, where u off en?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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When the deep purple falls...
...over sleepy garden walls...
...andthe stars begin to twinkle in the sky...
...in the mist of a memory you wander back to me......breathing my name with a sigh.
I'd like to say Happy Birthday to my Liz.
It was on July 6.
Miss you, Mrs.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yeah. I got back to bed and it's now almost nine. Where has the day gone?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And on the other side of the control panel, we have the "slow-down" button.
All they can do is moooove slooooow.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hooooow nooooow, zBroooooown cooooow?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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To frivolity and fun sh!t.
Repro, retro, or go-pro.
I'm for it, and for applying some imagination to what you do, you get to call yourself an artist.
It's a baling-wire runner, though.
http://movieclips.com/c9iBv-abbott-and-costello-go-to-mars-movie-trailer-1/
He's the only sushi chef I've seen who uses mayo.
Why, Mouse, are you posting these?
They are having a fashion show that night.I have this camera 'n' sh!t, so I'll be here clicking away.
Hope to see some of you here one of these nights.
Find the MAH page on FB for details.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jul 10, 2014 - 05:29pm PT
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anybody in this mousieworld know how to fix a refrigerator that isn't cooling?
cleaned ice buildup behind the freezer compartment panel, reassembled
40 degrees in the freezer and about 50 in the refer is about all i get
that ain't cold
what's cold is drinking warm beer
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 10, 2014 - 05:33pm PT
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Try some cool Brew Moore.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"The sound of air moving..."
"Jellyroll condenser is hot/not."
"So I gave the Maytag guy the finger and sent him on his way."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Scratchin' yer head with a warm beer in yer hand suuuuuuuuuuuuuu-ucks.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 10, 2014 - 09:26pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, have fun at the art show stuff...
thanks for our 'man/mouse' on the street, a to merced... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 11, 2014 - 06:42am PT
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For Hardly Visible, some more Merced sky shots...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 11, 2014 - 12:20pm PT
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If you want rain, my butty, move to Wales.
Two short stories from Dylan Thomas, circa 1955.
Och, aye, he was a wonderful writer and could keep up with anyone in the drinking, even with Tad...
Och, aye, Tad is a wonderful companion and a careful belayer. And he shares his booze!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jul 11, 2014 - 07:48pm PT
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Ice ICE Baby
Ice Nine
Ice Your Own Puck
Toxic Eucalyptus - British invade Australia - Australia invades U.S.A.
Where is the ice down here zDark?
Incipient Australo-Anglo power trio.
Suck it ACDC.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jul 11, 2014 - 08:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 11, 2014 - 10:11pm PT
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I blame Ellwood Butts and Frank Haven.
http://www.independent.com/news/2011/jan/15/how-eucalyptus-came-california/
Eucalyptus oil is a potent anti-flea agent.
It's like buhach. There is a neighborhoood west of Merced town called Buhach, named for the colony of farmers who set up to raise and ship the plants to Stockton on the RR.
Pyrethrin isn’t a new discovery; it’s been used since the 1800s. The Buhach company states that pyrethrin is harmless to animals and humans, and is EPA-approved to eliminate pests such as fleas, roaches, lice, ants, spiders, and mosquitos. It’s easily degraded by the stomach acids in mammals, so a human or pet would need to consume a huge amount to be affected, but pyrethrin is a potent neurotoxin for insects.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stern_Grove_Festival
Stern, loose, whatevah! Arriba!
[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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Jul 12, 2014 - 12:46am PT
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Have a good weekend, Tad!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 12, 2014 - 12:07pm PT
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No fleas on me, or is it no flies? Anyway, one of the two, or both.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 12, 2014 - 03:31pm PT
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"...and that's how we did the Steck."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 13, 2014 - 09:37pm PT
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Trigger happy.[Click to View YouTube Video]Dale upset.
COLORADO (1940) Roy Rogers & sidekick Gabby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdwZZ1jojaM
Spoon.
Moon.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Cracked window.
Un-retouched sunset shots here lately (very lately).
Enjoy the movie. It's loaded with lots of old Indian tricks.
All the Indian tricks donini knows must, y'know, kinda boggle the mind.
“You let the posse chase you and I’ll cut into the hills.”
“Gabby, we’re heading for Table Mtn. country. The rest of you go with Gabby to Gilroy. He knows all the Indian tricks.”
“He’s got better than an even chance. He knows all the Indian tricks. But I'm sayin' he's a-gonna die! And good riddance, the varmint."
"You’d better get back to Denver. We’re heading for Durango country.”
“I’ll take what I want. I know a lot of Indian tricks.”
"It's you, Ray, not OUR way. It's an old Indian word. Ask Angela. She knows more about it. I sometimes call her Braddock for fun. She knows all the sneaky Indian tricks."
Angela's Ambushes, a Malpaso film, coming on Christmas Day @ yer multiplex.
The actor who portrays Lt. Burke's brother in Colorado is none other than Marshal Dillon's friend, Dr. Galen "Doc" Adams.
Bonus feature:
Daniel Boone (1936) starring George O'Brien as Dan'l and Ralph Forbes as Marlowe
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6W7pZCwpclc
"I don't think Mr. Marlowe's very much fun, do you?"
"I'm serious. Really, I am."
At @ 56:00 there is some serious Flames sh!t and stuff: Hatchet fu like BooDawg do at 57:20.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 14, 2014 - 07:31am PT
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Recommended reading for Daily Affirmation.
A Day In the Life of Nice Cloud, Mi Wok of Joy.
Smalley, Stuart. Stuart, Little zBrown. 1999.
Jolly Rancher's Cookbook: The Lemonade That You Squeezed From Your Bad Days Is the Sweetest. Smalley, Stuart. Pollyanna Press. 2002.
No Me Chinges, Juan Domingues: Family Is All There Is When Everyone Else Is Gone. Stories and songs of life on the dusty trail. Smalley, Stuart. Bitter Bierce Books/Old Gringo Records. 2003.
Uh jack rabbit raised his folded ears
Uh beautiful sagebrush jack rabbit
'n an oriole sang like an orange
His breast full uh worms
'n his tail clawed the evenin' like uh hammer
This song ought to have been included in the CD accompanying No Me Chinges, the book mentioned above.
It is included here out of pity more than a sense of duty...
Zappa & Beefheart / Orange Claw Hammer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCDXhvXye9E
Of course he can. He's a Smalley fan!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 14, 2014 - 07:37am PT
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How many skateboards do you see here?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 14, 2014 - 04:58pm PT
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I spose it's always good to stay Hungary, but it appears that mother superior jumped the gun here
the flaming car thread
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 15, 2014 - 02:07pm PT
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Go-karts, gettoutaheah!
Fritz
Sun Valley Serenade is a 1941 musical film starring Sonja Henie, John Payne, Glenn Miller, Milton Berle, and Lynn Bari. It features The Glenn Miller Orchestra as well as dancing by The Nicholas Brothers and Dorothy Dandridge, performing "Chattanooga Choo Choo", which was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Song, was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1996, and was awarded the first Gold Record for sales of 1.2 million.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_Valley_Serenade
DMT
[Click to View YouTube Video]
When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shuffle all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin'
(Whoo whoo, Chattanooga, there you are)
A game of Risk, a bottle of slurp, and thee/thou, the two most-likely to succeed fellers from the hills I ever heard of.
zBrown can join in, but leave the muzzle on, it's not a blood game, tiger.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I want the pink pieces, please.
And do like Mr. Faver and Rowdy do on Rawhide,
Keep on rollin', rollin', rolin', movin', movin', movin'...
I've always loved the idea of:
The springtime in Kamchatka.
The summer in S. America.
The fall in Northern Europe.
And the winter in Sun Valley.
Some things to think about free of controversy, free of charge.
No, she's not norwegian, she's Norwegian.
[Click to View YouTube Video]UN-promoted version.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 15, 2014 - 09:11pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... really like that photo of the white tower building, with the golden palms... :)
great colors... great set-up...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 15, 2014 - 09:23pm PT
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Thanks, neebee. I hope you liked the movie, Sun Valley Serenade. One part of it I really appreciate is the ice skating program at the end. The cinematography is outstanding and they seem to have been playing around with reflections in the ice.
That tower is the cupola on top of the "historic" courthouse three blocks away. It's due for another visit by me. I had no camera the last two times I was up there.
I've just heard from Moosedrool, who's still locked in the jail in Poland. It was quite a welcoming party, and the drowning incident had nothing to do with him or his friends and family, he claims. :0)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 15, 2014 - 10:52pm PT
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hey there say, Dingus... great sunset! ...
also, say, mouse, yes, i am in the process of seeing it...
faster internet, but:
i still get bumped off line, :O :(
and my sound is still warped, :(
very hard to do this ... but i love it... as:
before i could NOT do it at all...
:)
also, i saw a list of cinemagraphic winners, from the years back from 1924? to present... so, i can see a lot of titles of old movies, worth trying to see now... did not have enough titles to look up, before, but, when i went to see what the 'plot' was as to this movie, i got a
info page as to cinematography, instead, ... found the plot, later, :))
neat adventure, a climb through movies, instead of rocks, :))
happy good eve to all...
yet, prayers, for many... very many sad climber deaths, been posted on our taco, this week, :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 15, 2014 - 11:09pm PT
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In Old Cheyenne (1941) with Roy and Gabby.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVpzel6gf3M
A final title for you, neebee, bringing us a Western States trifecta--Colorado, Idaho, and Wyo.
In this movie, Gabby collects "critters" and keeps a ranch called The Menagerie.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
SOP/Blue Prairie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1cJJAH6k6A
Blue prairie,
Blue are the skies.
Blue are the sighs,
Of a night wind, callin'.
Blue prairie,
Blue are the hills.
Blue are the trills,
Of a nightbird, callin'.
Every beatin' heart
Beats a rhythm that is blue.
And the moon has cast
A blue reflection on the moon.
And critters rhymes with litters, the ones that carry the broken bodies.
We can only pray the souls of the fallen/lost reach their destinations and their families come to terms with their loss, as we all must. Amen.
Life goes on and we continue to worship in the High Places, or just go there to look around, and some lose playing this game. It has formidable RISK.
I took some time to look through a Dover edition of two Cabell novels today, and was reminded how delighted I was with Frank C. Pape's line drawings or woodcuts, whatever.
From The High Place
by james Branch Cabell
Ch. 8, AT THE TOP OF THE WORLD
“If I could die now--!” was in his mind. “Now, at this instant! And what a thought for me to be having now!”
Instead, he now touched his disenchanted princess. Yet their two bodies seemed not to touch, and not to have moved as flesh that is pulled by muscles. They seemed to have merged, effortlessly and without volition, into one body.
In fine, he kissed her. So was the affair concluded.
I love a happy, conclusive ending. Especially when it comes both ‘effortlessly AND w/o volition.’
Sleep-bushwhacking.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 16, 2014 - 08:18am PT
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Back at Oxy [Occidental College] I heard there was a gymnastics team, so I went down to the gym and looked for the coach. He was a small, quiet man who gave no outward sign of the strength or grace he would later demonstrate on the rings or parallel bars.
My lack of experienced didn’t faze him. There was no tryout for the team. I would simply start to learn simple moves on the apparatus and how to put together a routine. There were only six or seven of us on the team, and we had no regular workouts, each of us spending some time in the gym as our time after classes permitted.
Along with climbers and skiers in those days [1955], we believed that improvement would come through time spent on the activity and that no additional training, either with weights for strength or running for endurance, was necessary.
I never got very good on any of the apparatus, but I was able to compete against other schools in Southern California since most of them didn’t have well-developed gymnastics programs. Three of the events I competed in disappeared several years later: the rope climb, the trampoline, and the flying rings.
The flying rings, an extension of the swings we all enjoyed as children, offered a release from gravity at the apex of each arc, and it was at that point that most of the tricks were performed, spins and layouts and dislocates, then a great swoop down and back up for another trick at the top.
Great fun but a little dangerous in theory, because if you let go of the rings at the wrong time and didn’t land on your feet there could be consequences. Perhaps that is why the event was discontinued.
--pp 141-142, Going Up
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Rope climb. It's not a competition now, but is still a trad climbing skill.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rope_climbing
Trampolining is now an officially sanctioned event in the Olympics.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 18, 2014 - 06:18pm PT
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For a friend, A. "MooseFool-for-the-Blues."
Mance Lipscomb/Captain, Captain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3M0eIlakUcg
Went all 'round
That ol' whole corral
All 'round
That ol' whole corral
Lord, couldn't find a mool
Wit' his shoulders well
Fancy Mance/Alabama Bound
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7ybJYPZnjI
Man-oh-man Mance/Nighttime Is the Right Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6KcERiXwQE
Ma Mance's Kid Mance/Motherless Children
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zr-N8fEyPBE
Brussels sprouts, Mr. Van Damme? Again?
Men At Work/I Come From A Land Down Under
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfR9iY5y94s
This guy wrote a piece called Mozartiana, too, don't forget. Nobody ever named anything for poor Mahler.
Disney Studios/Make Mine Music/Peter and the Wolf
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlibLMVw94o
"This is bad. This is VERY BAD!"
But Sascha made it, praise be, and so did his duck friend, Sonja, who much later went to Warsaw after the Revolution and applied for a job as a duck at their zoo, even though she only spoke Russian. (She was desperate, Moosie!) They turned her away, of course. No one knows what became of her subsequent to that.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 19, 2014 - 12:57pm PT
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My Favorite Animal
Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken."
She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.
I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.
He said they love animals very much.
I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.
I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.
The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.
She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.
I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am.
Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most. I told her, "Colonel Sanders."
Guess where I am now...
Today is the Merced Art Hop.It's not to be confused with SF's Art Hoppe, the derelict journalist from my youth.
I know I've said it before, but it's WAY-NO, MooseDrool, not "WINE-OH." :0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 19, 2014 - 03:49pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I am primed. Let the good times roll.
Tommy ran into me downstairs on the street. Would I lie?NO WAY, Sugah!Tommy is the most-related person that I know, I swear!
Would I lie about the cat?
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Saugy
Mountain climber
BC
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Jul 19, 2014 - 06:10pm PT
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Hi Mouse. Always enjoying what you share here.. Look forward to seeing some of these music videos you've posted when I get to the cabin tonight .
..yo Moose, in Poland? All the best, my friend
The COR trip was a hoot.
Until next time
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 19, 2014 - 09:52pm PT
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hey there say, mouse.... awww, so lovely, the wyoming video song...
sons of the pioneer song... thanks so much...
adds to the backyard, and the cool of the evening, etc...
which i am not out in, at the moment, as the babysit-kids, are
sleeping and i need to be in here, for them... :)
will check out some of the other links, too...
nice seeing you out and about with tommy, :)
good friends, good smiles... good for miles and miles...
:)
happy good supertopo eve, to you, :)
say--should be a song like that?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 20, 2014 - 05:03am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 20, 2014 - 05:53am PT
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Kluszewski
1974: Ted Kluszewski was inducted into the National Polish- American Sports Hall of Fame[2]
2014: MooseDragBunt was inducted into the National Old Polish Guys' Climbing Fall of Fame as Climbing Second of the Year and as their alternate selection for their Baseball Hall of Flames because he burned up the first base path all season last year.
(And Smokey's still pissed!)
The old boy's got moves AND speed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 21, 2014 - 09:06pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 21, 2014 - 09:49pm PT
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This is the first year that the Art Hop was given a grant. This is the fourth year, so there have been about 18 of these events now.
My hat is off to Kevin and Kim for seeing this good thing through to this point. There have been in-fights between factions, and bullies who have tried to assume the position of responsibility, but none of them are as dedicated to preserving the authenticity of real, participatory art and exhibits of local, Merced-inspired artistic talent like K & K.
Saturday was really quite lightly-attended, but it is the middle of the summer doldrums.
Speaking of drums......and other fancy stuff...
A bientot.
And I'll be in touch.
This evening's slide show provided by the jump start from zBrown. Thanks, amigo, as I was getting tired.
Here is my new neighbor, Lulu.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 22, 2014 - 07:42am PT
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^^^ All these folks on their way to Yosemite National Park?
As I recall, it was John Muir who said "get a horse" (or was it a donkey? or maybe even "go west young man").
Anyway, you can probably tell who wears the feathers in this family. They are for the most part armed and should be considered dangerous. An appearance in Merced would be considered an omen, neither good nor bad nor evan a "Little Village", just an omen.
WTF? Did they have photoshop back when Bill was still with us?
Pictures cannot tell a lie (it is rumoured), so here is the long sought after proof that Herr Braun was indeed a member of Bill's traveling show.
No postcards, but the circus is indeed in towne.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 22, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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These guys did follow the advice and got onboard with the horse thing. However, as any fool can see that is not the road to Merced.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2014 - 09:40am PT
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Yet more Circus Menschen, jah?
Great stuff, zeebster-meister.
Is that the Juggler/Clown Braun?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2014 - 12:17pm PT
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Thank you, Marlow!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 22, 2014 - 02:03pm PT
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Boomer and Nick Econoumo, BFF from Shasta High.
Mouse and Liz, BFF from Merced College.
Liz, also my GFF.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 12:50am PT
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"The movie wasn't so hot." "Yeah, Susie, it wasn't. And there wasn't much of a plot."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGdGFtwCNBE
MR. BRIGHTSIDE
by The Killer Kissers
I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside
I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
Cause I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 02:13am PT
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For the mountineers and the ice climber, who have been sadly neglected for the most part here on this thread. But it is called The Flames, and ice and fire don't mix. Mostly. But here is a hairy close-call mountain-climbing tale to abuse you.
It was originally inspired by my close correspondence with a banned former member of the community. God rest his last five avatars.
Superego TooPoo Forum
ta-da!
presents
zBrown
ta-da!
and a cast of a cat and a dog and a mouse
ta-da!
...and a bunch of other mice (mostly recruited from various laboratory animal retirement homes, so they're pretty feeble)
especially trained for this performance
by OL' Superego NEEBEE herself
"Trailed 'em in from Michigan mahself." Illustrations were gonna be by Throwpie, but he's nowhere, man. Big bag of wind (smiling eMoticon) hasn't been to visit since the last time, either.
Actually, keeping it real, this is a climbing story; it happened to me; and there is just me, alone, somewhere in the mountains of my mind, and the Creator/Destroyer.
So I'm climbing solo up this moderate slope and the ice just starts melting out from under me, slushing out; and little slab-like platelet things are floating by and I began sliding with it slowly and I expect it to be getting faster (like, where's gravity gone?) but it doesn't--it just keeps moving downhill at the same slushy pace. I still panicked. Hell's bells, I'm falling uncontrolled but controlled, not out of control, but remotely controlled. Shift flock! So I did the only thing I could think of. I took off my right glove and pinched my cheek hard.
I woke up immediately.
I felt like I'd never slept.
So I got up and posted this.
Thanks, Spider!
There are only three "ta-das" allowed per post now, per the moderates in the control booth. I checked.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 03:36am PT
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Ramble Tamble
from Cosmo’s Factory
http://www.bestplaces.net/zip-code/ca_not_found/igo/96047
[Chorus]
Move,
Down the road to
Igo.
There's mud in the water,
Roaches in the cellar,
Bugs in the sugar,
Mortgage on the home.
There's garbage on the sidewalk,
Highways in the back yard,
Police on the corner,
Mortgage on the car.
They're selling independence,
Actors in the White House,
Acid in digestion,
Mortgage on my life.
Ramble tamble tamble
Ramble tamble tamble
Ramble tamble tamble
Creedence/Ramble Tamble
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 04:08am PT
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I have seen enough to know there could well and truly be more contented climbers around here if there were more climbing content.
But there are always the ten-percenters, as our football coach called them, the ones who don't participate.
The Flames started out as climbing stuff and evolved, kind of like you did, you old farts and fartresses.
It's Thursday, and on the Mickey Mouse Club, that would be, let's see...I'll have to Goggle that...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 04:46am PT
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Thursday was Circus Day on the club. (Friday, anything can happen, like here...)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D42Czi8TMSY
But today on the Superego, we have TURN BACK THE CLOCK THURSDAY, similar to MrE's thread, Throw 'em Up Thursday. :0)
So I'm cleaning out some pix that are LONG overdue here, taken by Jim Shirley, my old climbing partner. These all dated from either or both the late seventies and early eighties (of the last century--we're not donini-old.)
Jim was quite taken with the craft and took his camera everywhere. We were born partners. I bought my pocket Rollei from Jim's North Face mail order shop in Berkeley.
I don'tknow what happened to that little gem, but I know it didn't get dropped into a crevasse. I haven't crossed a crevasse since 1970.
I'm not sure, but I think Jim used a Pentax on these. I didn't write it down, so I couldn't tell you for sure.
I hope you appreciate that these were taken at great risk. It is climbing, after all.
What I like to call Leichtfuss Land.Mom told me that, when cleaning, always start at the top. She knew nothing technical about my sport, but kept the house spotless.This is a damned "brink." Fall off this and it could brink you down.Risky stuff. All in a day's work for Shirley and Company.
Another adventure took us up Lyell Canyon to experience Mt. Lyell's SE Arete, a 4th Class and very airy and at the highest elevation in the Park, it's a fun route, better than slogging up cuppy, crappy snow. Ugh!
So we ticked Lyell. Three crossings of Don O'Hugh Pass later, we hiked out in half a day, burger-hungry, but the grill had closed for the season the day we got there.
This set is like, anything could happen Friday.ALL PHOTOS IN THIS POST ARE BY JIM SHIRLEY, not mfm.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 05:12am PT
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zBrown, can we have a Black & White day soon?
PM, email, flare, postcard or drum me on that. Please.
Fail to plan, plan to fail, and no flan for you!.
I been workin' at posting about climbing and stuff.
What's MooseDrowned up to today? I wonder. I guess he said, but I forgot.
For the Bluesketeer in MooseKeteer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2014 - 06:12am PT
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Now, they tell us there are no coincidences, while the rest of them tell us just the other way.
I think there is a hole in their heads that lets in the light.
It develops into ideas like those; but this...this is too much. No sooner did I pick up this book and start reading the main part, having read the intro earlier today, when it became startlingly clear that someone or thing or force is playing around upstairs, in Valhalla, maybe; or the stars have aligned right to cause this; but to see the Buffalo Bill shots, IN BLACK AND WHITE, ho less, and then to read these pages as I just now did...I just had to share this here, just like I had to share that dream earlier on.
It's time to hit the rack, the night shift is leaving.
As they say in Paris, a bean toe.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 25, 2014 - 12:43pm PT
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swiss time has holes all thru it.
norwegian's time zone runs counterclockwise but in a linear fashion.
when u split wood, do u get wood?
if a tree grows in the forest and dies and eventually falls and sooner or later some fun guy comes along and cuts it into rounds and then fashions them rounds into bears using his chainsaw and then takes the sawdust and sprinkles it over his salad...
got all that?
then what tyme is it, class?
disgust among urselves whilst i go have some lunch.
i brought brautwurst just becuz it is the best
can u all stand to take the test o tyme?
norwegian, do u have sweetish meat balls and a wood pecker?
All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence.--Luis Bunuel
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 25, 2014 - 02:09pm PT
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dirtineye once said:
jstan wrote:
"These threads are like crawling through a plate of spaghetti in order to find out where everything goes. No matter how good you are you get tomatoes in your ears."
That's brilliant. And funny too.
It also makes me think that some ST denizens probably have way too many tomatoes in their ears, and that can cause all sorts of trouble.
That thread went nowhere, man. It got LEBbed out.
It is worth noting that JStan is in error. These crawlers through of threads would have spaghetti sauce in their ears, not to mention being covered in it. Just sayin', John. Otherwise, brilliant.
Then there are folks with beans in their ears.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beans_in_My_Ears
Donegan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c73tl5u2BKc
Seeger.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjx3wG7Kg58
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Jul 26, 2014 - 07:46am PT
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and I awoke,
faintly bouncing 'round the room,
the echo of whomever spoke
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 26, 2014 - 10:56am PT
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And I awoke yet again with chalk on my hands...this sleep-bouldering has got to have a cure!
A Scene from the movie.
I always wonder where in the heck the filmmakers locate their scenes.
This is definitely the foothills in the Mother Lode.
I always, too, don't like at all the practice of taking biblical quotations and eliding the verses to suit your own use. But it's a practice that has gone unquestioned for a long time in entertainment history. There's an elided quote at the end of the picture.
In fairness to Mark, the evangelist, and his Master:
And Jesus answering them began to say,
Take heed lest any man deceive you:
For many shall come in my name, saying, I am the Christ; and shall deceive many.
And when ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars, be ye not troubled: for such things must needs be; but the end shall not be yet.
for nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be earthquakes in divers places, and there shall be famines and troubles: these are the beginnings of sorrows.
End of rant. Beginning of...quien sabe?
In the end of the movie, young Casper sends! Literally, he is reborn out of the earth by MAKING THE RIGHT MOVES! There are those who might say his bible reading got him the blessing of the Lord, but tell that to him, by God!
A worthwhile flicker-picture.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 12:01am PT
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A few seconds after this shot, black feathers filled the air and then blew away on the wings of the wind, leaving the world's biggest and worst ever Crow-B-Que lying on the ground.
The boys from the Tacos Durango truck were there in two minutes with their plastic shopping bags. It does NOT taste like chicken, but it has a South Texas tang, for sure.
Aside from the photographer & the boys from the taco truck, these gents and ladies at the R Bar, Merced's least finest, were the sole witnesses.
True story.
Saturday Night in Merced.
Oh, lucky me...
[Click to View YouTube Video]Is it modern humanism or post-modern humanism, donini?
This ain't your mama's humanism, that's for sure.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Jul 27, 2014 - 01:08pm PT
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Mnemosyne (/nɨˈmɒzɨniː/ or /nɨˈmɒsɨni/; Greek: Mνημοσύνη, pronounced [mnɛːmosýːnɛː]), source of the word mnemonic, was the personification of memory in Greek mythology. A Titanide, or Titaness, she was the daughter of Uranus and Gaia, and the mother of the nine Muses by Zeus:
Calliope (Epic Poetry)
Clio (History)
Euterpe (Music)
Erato (Lyric Poetry)
Melpomene (Tragedy)
Polyhymnia (Hymns)
Terpsichore (Dance)
Thalia (Comedy)
Urania (Astronomy)
In Hesiod's Theogony, kings and poets receive their powers of authoritative speech from their possession of Mnemosyne and their special relationship with the Muses.
Zeus and Mnemosyne slept together for nine consecutive nights, thus birthing the nine Muses. Mnemosyne also presided over a pool in Hades, counterpart to the river Lethe, according to a series of 4th century BC Greek funerary inscriptions in dactylic hexameter. Dead souls drank from Lethe so they would not remember their past lives when reincarnated. Initiates were encouraged to drink from the river Mnemosyne when they died, instead of Lethe. These inscriptions may have been connected with Orphic poetry (see Zuntz, 1971).
Similarly, those who wished to consult the oracle of Trophonius in Boeotia were made to drink alternately from two springs called "Lethe" and "Mnemosyne".
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 01:37pm PT
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Reminded of the story of Sam Stone who came home to his wife and family.
In it his boy is wondering where all the money's gone and the line I recall is
lethal pitchers have big ears
which means they remember stuff & sh!t.
But MooseDrool probably would call me on that.
Controversy abounds.
Thanks, Roy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 02:44pm PT
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Oh, yeah, now I remember.
[Click to View YouTube Video]It's Andy Whitman, folks!
The guy with the unusually big ears.
We all know what they say about guys with big ears.
(I'll think of something. On the other hand, I may need to call in MM to save MFM.)
NotSoTimid, good morning!
Hey, I was up most of the night listening to Jeffy Rarity.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 02:55pm PT
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Now that I got coffee-ed up, it's time to beat the banned.
Not only are they banned, they are taken out and brutally tongue-lashed by...help me out, guys.
What else might happen?
Put diapers on them and stick pins in them "accidentally" while doing so.
Get their favorite ice cream and put it in a bowl while they are bound and they gotta watch it melt in the hot Merced/Chico/Flagstaff/Chula Vista sun.
Greetings, everyone, from rSin, BTW.
He sends vibes. He's sent more than that, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 03:15pm PT
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Send: climb it successfully.
Descend: go back down.
Since many have not gone up the cable route on Tissyak,
but only down it, this might not appeal to them.
There are countless numbers of people who have done both.
There are countless numbers of people who might like to try it.
This is my bit for encouraging them NOT to try, to encourage them to be happy with this view, thus relieving the crowding on the route.
Either way, going up, going down, or going sideways, (*slurp*) enjoy it.
[Click to View YouTube Video]That was a coffee slurp, Fritz.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 03:25pm PT
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Just a thought, brought on by this espresso.
A race to the top of the Cable Route ON YOUR KNEES.
Pads mandatory. And good gloves, too. Sun hat. Sunscreen.
Maps obligatory. And compass, of course. I pod. Tripod. Camera, too.
It's a handicap race, see, based on a system yet to be determined.
zBrown been up & down
And lotsa others, too.
They sent the descent,
It's just a day's Class Two.
Stay between the lines.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2014 - 11:01am PT
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Jul 28, 2014 - 11:05am PT
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No, in church you would surely sing: Church singing The Herald Angels Sing
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Sin sing sing....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2014 - 11:33am PT
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HA! Marlow, that woman's voice is "phono-shopped."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
All the same, you go, cat!
"Spendin' my business all over town."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 28, 2014 - 11:46am PT
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Has anyone ever Mtn-biked up (send) or down (you send me) those cables?
Give it to me in plain black and white (or perhaps a plain zBrown rapper).
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Jul 28, 2014 - 11:52am PT
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Great tune, Mouse... listen to these white men's tune:
And they're not photoshopped...
Cherokee Boogie
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2014 - 12:35pm PT
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Fluff, son, mere fluff. Cute as the Dickens, though!
My sister-in-law had one, or was it a Newfie? Yep, Newfie.
Any dog which stays in the pickup bed is a good dog.
Black and Tan on sentry duty.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2014 - 01:13pm PT
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These, along with Judge Wapner, can be viewed at the Wool Growers in
BFB
Big Friendly Bakersfield.
paid endorsement
Judge Judy goes to Arby's.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 28, 2014 - 07:57pm PT
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Probably a strong evolutionary step to abandon Mel Lyman and add in Grisman.
Strong evolutionary misstep to let Maria Grazia Rosa Domenica D'Amato get away.
Jugz bands you say
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 29, 2014 - 07:59am PT
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Rube Goldberg is turning over in his grave. $350.00 cash money, be the first on your block. Stumps me why somebody would do this.
[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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Jul 29, 2014 - 09:43am PT
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as practiced by idiots, plainly.FLAMES do it smarter, faster, and have no need for shovels.
this way is for forests thick and virgin, where tight is REALLY tight.
simply bore holes as shown.
light off a bunch of these rednecky tree-removal contraptions at one time.
go off quite a ways and wait a few days, take enough beer to keep u going, several cases, i think.
BOOM! CRASH! DYING FOREST SOUNDS ABOUND, REBOUND, ECHO, REVERBERATE, AND KEEP YOU FROM SLEEPING.
finally, dazed later, u go in, log off what's left, eventually.
now u have the rooom to swing an axe and use a saw, whereas before, u couldn't, due to crowding.
once the trees are history, it's time to plant HOPS and brew some beer.
are u with me, norwegian? could u handle this enterprise?
it provided a living for u people, u immigrant types, u bohunks, n.europeans and scandamaniacs, in the pewcific nor-thwest.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 11:07am PT
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The Andalusian Mouse
It is a very quiet place, a courtyard. On a balcony, a man smokes.
In his hand, he has a blade. He strops the blade slowly.
I’m talking to him, but no sound comes out of my mouth,
nothing reaches his ears.
They are very LARGE EARS.
You know what they like to say...
But a half-a-mo passes,
The other half is on a bicycle.
The half-a-mo on the bicycle falls off in front of me.
Having fallen, he cannot get ‘UP’ as he has no left side.
He needs help and “I’m the only one here,” as de Niro once said in a talking picture.
He appears to have died, but the eyes flash open.
I polka at him and he laughs.
I fall backwards in surprise.
I yell “Falling!”
He silently mouths “Off belay!”
I continue to fall, striking my head.
I’m suddenly out in the cold.
I’m shivering, quaking in terror.
The wind howls into the notch of the Lost Arrow.
Lurking in the Harding Hole, a marmot brews tea.
He offers me some. I take the cup and drink of it.
It is absinthe.
All is revealed.
Promptly at one o’clock a.m., Werner raps down, gives me a frown, and says what a bad mouse am I.
[Click to View YouTube Video]He offers me a hand. I only need the thumb, thanks.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 29, 2014 - 12:07pm PT
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I'll keep my eye on it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:02pm PT
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IAMBIC ROCK
I am a rockin’ poet
And all the blue states know it.
I am an island.
I don’t feel your pain.
I’ll say it again.
I don’t feel your pain.
I am Bic government.
I burn hot and cold.
I am what Iamb and the others be damned.
I have what I want.
I took it from others.
Then from their mothers
And uncles, aunts and dads.
It’s my rhyme scheme,
My meme scheme,
To take from them
Before they take from me, me, me...
I am defending the homeland
Our domestic domeland
From gormless gropers
Homo dopers
And backsliding ropers
Like some god
But it’s a myth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:18pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:25pm PT
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Uploaded on Mar 19, 2011
[Click to View YouTube Video]
OR, you can theaterize, play the bon vivant, act cool, etc. on YT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeaCZYwfimA&list=PLC419F9801081B858
One Penny Opera, First Act
There's No Theory Like Microwave Theory
It started with Maxwell or maybe Coulomb
Experiments that opened up the way,
And then there was Oerstad, of course, Heinrich Hertz,
Marconi, and Michael Faraday.
So as we gather in Long Beach today.
We honor those who pioneering the way,
There's no theory like Microwave Theory,
A great theory to know.
Everything about revealing
On the scope for all your words to see
In the you get that happy feeling
When you are seeing, one more dee Bee ...
Just sayin', the Taco needs flushing once in a while, but it's up to us to keep our heads and our noses out of the shht.
Not wanting a Great Society, just one that is a solid 5.7, maybe.
5.7X, but just about mediocre, see?
It's good enough for a buncha old dirtbags, flirtbags, hang-hags, and lurking mental cases.
Enjoy the culture. It's free of chlamidia, at least...
Bone us feature.
Kluisbergen 1946 Mont de l'Enclus--La Bonne Auberge--Paul Castaing Films
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRgug6FDDk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRgug6FDDk
See it twice, WTF.
Once for manana, once just for aujourd'hui.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:56pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:59pm PT
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Aha! A black and white eye![Click to View YouTube Video]That smarts, Ed! Ouch-ouch-ouch!
Flames rules, such as they aren't.Stayin' cool is a big no-brainer, cuz it's 96 outside and heading for 102. The cumulos are getting nimby today up over the smoky layer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 10:30pm PT
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neebee is another card-sharp grandmom, like my Nana.Deal 'em, Maverick!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2014 - 09:38am PT
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El Portal is spared yet one more time.
Bullet-dodging is the community pastime up there, lately.
CHICKENSKINNER!
I want to take the opportunity, while thinking of El Patrol, to thank Ken Yager from my heart for the time he has taken from his life to baby along the Yosemite Facelift. He will be leaving it to others in order to be more of a member of his family's life, which is only how it should be.
You can take a look at his FB page to see what Chickenskinner's plans might involve.
Best of luck to you with your last Facelift operation, and I hope we can get the same quality leadership in the future, Ken.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2014 - 12:33pm PT
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An Off-the-Wall Essay on Existence and Folly of Belief in Deities
Prompted by donini's humanism.
Everyone gets a chance to play God.
If you feel any empathy for fellow beings on this plane, you might forbear from killing them. You can be Buddhist if you want. But this empathetic response is self-serving in that it is for the purpose of escaping from this cycle, moving on to another. It has no basis in love for that creature whom you have spared, be it bacteria or roach or trophy chimpanzee or brother-man.
The role of destroyer and the role of creator are assigned to different deities in the varied religious sects of Hinduism. We are killed by human beings in war, however, put out of existence, destroyed not by a mythic being. Likewise, we are created by the conjoining of two different units, both human and, again, not mythic. Any animal is created by the same method, namely some sort of sexual or asexual act. Any plant or other living creature can claim the same for their race.
The phrase “to play God” is better termed “to BE God” when the two polar acts, destruction and creation, are being discussed, it seems to me.
We have no need for God, thus. He is walking among us dressed as the killer virus. He may come in the night and invade your home with his droogs. “He certainly looked like a nice young man, that Malcolm.”
He might be yourself, forgetting to tie in and taking the big fall, or not paying attention to your belay.
But the fact remains, and this is the sticky point, YOU cannot create your own physical self, your being is not capable of doing something if you yourself are not around yet to do so.
I won’t elaborate more. These are just thoughts I had while thinking about shaving this morning.
I’m not cutting my beard yet.
My future beyond my death is still on the table.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascal's_Wager
Have a nice day.
Mouse from Merced
p.s.: donini, thanks for the mental excursion into myself.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 01:10am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 05:54am PT
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It's summer, and the travel bug has bitten many of us. I had it bad today, so I went to the county library for inspiration.
I've had enough of Poland, for now: and Corsica is taken by Gypsy.
I am working at present on yet another travelogue about Merced, Gateway to "America's NP". I'd so like to forestall that...so please help us out here. Variety is the spice here. I get mired in Americed and the old Central Hotel here is nice, but it's not the center of a dang thing.
As much as we Americans poke fun at Scandinavians, Canadians and Wyde Boyz, the French are still viable targets for our jovial 'sneers.' (All in fun, neebee...and Joyeux anniversaire!
They have a great Alpine chain running through their country, of course. It encompasses, however, the Massif Central: as I understand, it is a hodge-podge of volcanic choss, which means little steep climbing, but an abundance of more gentle terrain and some really great grape-growing real estate.
And it's huge.http://www.therocksremain.org/2013/08/geological-road-trip-volcanic.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puy_de_Sancy
These are merely two samples of the real variety of the region.
It might be that some of you have experienced this area. Please share if you have.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 12:02pm PT
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A Splendid Trip On Which To Report: On the Road Again.
GlobalEyes, his spouse Narsissuise, and his bachelor brother-in-law Lemme, are en vancances, as she puts it: they are determined to get “cultured” and to find Pleasure Domes in the WildWood.
They pull up to their host’s little “retreat.”
G.E., reluctantly, goes along with his wife’s “showphistication.” His gilded time away from the grind is to be spent, apparently, in a blaze of snobbishness, boredom, and squandered credit, since he couldn’t have left home without it. He is, of course, footing the bill for Lemme, too.
There is no real “pleasure” at Merry Hall, just as the idea of such never penetrates his home life and real comfort is Hardly Visible. He is desperate to enjoy that which he cannot.
The landscape he travels is a fair reflection of his mundane existence. He tries penning a postcard to his friend MossFossil.
“The scenery here unfolded as I drove. Lemme commented that it was certainly ‘something else.’ He ought to, he’s seen the inside of enough cells to appreciate it. First we passed a few pines. They had some fuzz on them. There were sure a lot of them. Then there were several large piles of rocks, mostly red, some yellow, a few that were gray. Then we came to some more pines. And yellow mud. Many pools of it. The pools were surrounded by these pines and the pines all had fuzz on them. And after a while we came to some more pine trees with more fuzz and then we got to see some more pools of yellow mud. 'Baby,' I said, ‘Have you ever seen more yellow mud outside of your dressing table?’ We stopped, had lunch, then drove back the way we came. It was later in the day, so it was much different. The sun was in my eyes, so I couldn’t tell you exactly what it was we saw. It was pretty fuzzy. You guys should come check it out for yourselves.”
By the time he finishes the postcard, it’s time to go to dinner. They dress up and go to the WasteLand, a four-star literary-themed bistro a mile or so from Merry Hall. It’s run by a guy named Elliot and the cook is a foreign devil named T.S. Faux-Gnome. They serve mostly berries and cream dishes for dessert. They have Blueberry Crumble (no photos of such are available) after a delicious planked grunion prepared a la francaise, which means that it is tiny as hell, but raised wild and served surrounded by orange peel and an olive, lemon on request, and a dab of mayonnaise that reminds him of yellow mud.
The crew arrives back at Merry Hall and G.E. adds a P.S. to the postcard, though there’s just barely room.
“P.S.--The ride home was spectacular in the moonlight. I mean the ride back to Merry Hall. We saw a deer in the headlights. It missed us, though. I’m real glad of that because it looked kinda like your sister’s face when we walked in on her and what’s-his-face, the guy that looks like Lungo. Can you believe that?”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 12:10pm PT
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Eureka!
As fate would have it, This Just In might wish it, and we have Bluelens to thank. That's twice inside seven months I get to lay thanks at yer feet, lady. Thanks and thanks some more!
"Bone apetite."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 12:41pm PT
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And arriving back home, refreshed and rejuvenated, the grind doesn't seem so bad at all, except for the pets have got a bit nervous.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 12:48pm PT
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A doo. I need a nap.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nothing like a bad character review from Sonny Barger. Were any of these folks in on the 1977 plane crash?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... just stopped in to say 'hey there'...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Bob Dylan said meeting George changed his life. In Dylan's book The Chronicles: Volume One, Dylan recounts a story of meeting Gorgeous George in person. He wrote, "He winked and seemed to mouth the phrase, `You're making it come alive.' I never forgot it. It was all the recognition and encouragement I would need for years."
http://www.heydullblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/a4161e42.jpg
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bob tells us in Buckets of Rain (how ironic, eh?)
I been meek, and hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby
I'll be here
And then, in Idiot Wind he sings/croaks:
I ran into the fortune-teller who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross smoke pouring out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it you didn't think it could be done in the final end he won the wars
After losing every battle.
And then, in Mr. Tambourine Man, it gets heavy, like the smoke pall over the Ditch today.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
For the show-stopper there is his Sad Dyed Lady of the Lowlands:
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you ?
It’s all in how you roll.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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GG wrestled Leonard Skinner and kicked his butt (his hair was perfect - obviously Leonard's wasn't).
I’m listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone’s always yelling turn it down
Feel like I’m drifting
Drifting from scene to scene
I’m wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I JUST NOTICED THAT THIS THREAD IS UNDERPERFORMING (POSTS LESS THAN 5000) AND IT IS NOW ADDED TO THE WATCHLIST. IF THE PEOPLE POSTING HERE CANNOT PERFORM TO the STaNDARD that has been set by our committee, IT MAY WELL BECOME A CANDIDATE FOR THE DREAD DELETION. EITHER THAT OR THE DREAD LOCKS. I'M NOT CERTAIN WHICH.
Natty Dread
Natty Bumpo (for Ron)
Credit whre crdit is due, I guess
http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/astrofanne/Natty.jpg
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Just trying to keep up my end of the load, I'll report on an interesting phenonmen I have observed. First, however, I'll ask, do any of our intrepid readers get asked frequently for directions on how to get somewhere or where such-and-such is located?
Some folks are much more inclined to be asked for directions than others. I fall into this group. UC Berkeley, Laguna Beach, Balboa Park, The Yosemite National Park, Imperial Beach, Ensenada, Stinson Beach, Mt. Tam ... folks are inclined to walk up and ask.
I have never really attempted to catalogue the inquirers, but I always respond with very good directions, usually incorporating a "if you get to X, then you've gone too far" postulate.
Fortunately, I rarely get asked "where you from?", though I have encountered more than a few "you lookin' at me's", having spent a lot of time in the SouthWestern segment of the USA.
As a corollary, I was quite frequently able to just walk into concerts and other entertainment venues by appearing "to belong there".
Did you attend the "Linda Ronstadt/Stone Poneys Concert?" The free concert? Why yes I did.
BTW, whatever became of Waddy (not Deddeh, Wachtel)?
Linda at thirty-something looks almost as good as Chele at 68.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lack of activity is noted.
"Man!"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Fake Blues"
Just last year seems so long
When I used to live alone
Now I sell sh#t on the phone
'Cause I don't wanna live at home
Uh oh
Well it's not as if I choose
To be settled with these fake blues
But your worries ain't so different from my own
Though I'm far more accident prone
People ask me for my name
But this number's just the same
If this all is just a game
I have only myself to blame
Uh oh
Well it's not as if I choose
To be settled with these fake blues
But I gotta find a reason to write this song
And I won't be here for long
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Victoria Spivey knows the Blues, indeed. And so does the Mouse. --Gary 'What Is the Blues" Soyouknow
Dan, the Steel Man, challenged me. WTF!
Moderate by today's standards, Otay?
"I can dance to it, Dick."
"What about you, Jane? Has it got 'that beat?'"
"Hey, let's get real, Mr. Clark. I've heard better and worse."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Big Blonde Lovers, there's a party going on inside, apparently.
At least she isn't in the same league as VS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Your mouth is a roller coaster but your mind is just a big brass bed."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In the blink of an eye, there go I.
And before I can cry, "I'm gone,"
I am,
In the blink of an eye.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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BTW
Happy Birthday
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rawn, The Doors perceive and sing, "POOF!"
You do not get out alive. The well-known blurs lyricist, Y.B. Trite, once he got famous, said,
"If you get out and about, gal, you'll be out on parade.
You be sittin' at home, gal, you sho' ain't gettin' paid."
"Early this mo'nin'...
I jus' couldn't be satisfied.
But I never said I could.
So please forgive me, baby,
For my lack of wood."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's alsays sad, losin' someone
Feelin' broke-down
Shattered
Lost In Your Memory
And it's never gonna get less sad.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"You can't ever see that smilin' face again
But you can always remember that I tried to."
Enlarge this, it's neato-peeto!Merci, madame!
edit: great Falls is not described as "abroad." My mistake, feralrae.
The pic is from Canyonlands and that's all I'm sayin'.
(As if they don't know! Like you wouldn't know Yosemite Falls is in Yosemite."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's rowdy.
That's not...it's fake.
He's no more reading that book than I'm Ansel Adams.
At Facelift, nor at any other recorded instance, Big Mike was not introduced to zBrown.
Ninety seconds to passive buildings.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CasrjYhZB1M
How long does it take to erect a teepee, uh, tipi? I've never done it.
"Habitation-forming."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I refuse to pollute our good friend Fritz's thread.
I can let out my own gaseousness here.
What's up, Yellow Pine?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMOxWkiQ20A]
Sounds like Mariposa, vaguely...
"Get on Youtube, folks." Unquote.
DON'T WATCH THIS VIDEO!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
("Completly Comatose Produnctions"]
Vibrational furquency is the key.
No lie, maybe.
God above, I thank you for Yourtube.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Can I get a Fini!"--Comte de Complete
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lynyrd Skynyrd's name is a mock tribute to a HS gym teacher who hated long hair.[Click to View YouTube Video]High School is not where you go to learn rock climbing, at least not in the seventies it was not.
I picture today's ideal gym class as a climbing wall filled with gym shorts-clad geeks with ear pods, listening to their grampa's old faves: Lynyrd Sknynyrd, Captain Beefheart, Q.S.M., or somethin' like it.
"You can idealize your own grandson on your own time, 'Mouse,' but RIGHT NOW, wake the hell up and give me twenty! Do it! Then get your skinny little gangster butt up that wall!
I WANT YOU TO GET UP AND SEND 'ER, BOY!
Then do laps on it the rest of the day.
DO IT NOW, PUNK!
And get that hair cut, GOLL-DAMMIT!"
"Why, certainly, Mr. Foreskinner," says the young man in the gold gym shorts. "But first, sir, let me apologize for my nodding off there during your fascinating lecture on Mr. K's breathing techniques.
And let me say, too, before I send, that it's hard to believe it's so simple to breathe when you climb by taking in air and then letting it out, taking it in, letting it out, breathing in through the nose, expelling CO2 out through the nose, in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out...just like last night with Mrs. Foreskinner.
See, that's why I was nodding off, not because your presentation sucked, even though a child of ten could do it better."
"What? WHY YOU...splutter-splut-splut...YOU LITTLE SCRAWNY...choke-ch-choke & gettin' redder and redder in the face...YOU GOT TWO MOVES, BUSTER! Then I'm gonna...snarl, bluster, splut-splut-splut..."
Gary Rossington, LS guitarist, left High School over the long hair issue.
Lynyrd Skynrd/Winterland 1975 Concert.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QR28CzONi8
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The FFF Award (with Middle Phalanx) is hereby presented to you, Young Dan, for your good sense in buying that concert ticket and for your incredible luck in being able to live in LA and thereby having access to this concert.
Yes, you've earned the award, YOU SMART-ASS, RUB-IT-IN-MY-FACE CHOSS-HUGGER!
I haven't really been to a concert in OVER forty years, so I'm just blowin', guys.
I'll take what I can
A second-class band
It could be from Japan
Or even from old Poland
Long as they swing
Don't mean a thing
Make me want to sing
Ding-a-ling ding-a-ling
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bottom line, and here it comes...
Daniel, does your conscience bother you?
I think I'd be tempted to tell of my good fortune, actually, so "Good on you!"
One of my favorite phrases...heh.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
God said, one morning:
Pick your ear pods out of your big floppy ears and listen up, Mouse!
I need you to go to the Valley. Get some pics. Come back. Post 'em on the Taco. Think you can do that? I'll take care of everything.
So out the door, to the bus, and into THE FRONT SEAT!
"Yessireegod!"
This is the big deal about living this close (one block) to the YARTS bus stop on 16th at O: If I board here and not at the next stop, the Amtrack depot on 23rd and K, there is the chance--100%, so far--I will be able to claim this seat, thus ensuring the best possible view.
So with no Furthur ado
I suggest you
Accompany me
Further on down the road
Last Saturday
"It beats riding a mule, Katie."
We skip thru the flats, having gone over the ultra-new rail crossing span over the Amtrack tracks, and ascend to Mariposa and then to Midpines Summit.
Dropping down into Midpines, and for a ways beyond, the curves are mellow and no big deal if you travel the posted speed, which is 50 mph thru Midpines, otherwise it’s driver's choice.
As soon as you get to the Yosemite Bug Hostel turnoff, down and left of the main highway, into Bear Creek Cabins and another private residential area, the last exit before the grade, the road gets a mite steeper and the turns turn twistier. It’s important that travelers not use this road (except at their own risk) when the commuters are commuting from Mariposa’s various “bedroom communities” into Yosemite Valley.
Monday thru Friday, from six a.m. to eight a.m., just kiss it off and take a break at one of the countless coffee venues in Mariposa,
like the Pony Espresso--the best; so... (Hwy 140 at 49)
unless you LIKE having your tailgate tickled and you LIKE being blinded by the rear-view and you LIKE to race, showing how skilled you are and how eager you are to get to your job.
These would be drivers from, possibly, Bootjack, Mt. Bullion, Darrah, even Merced. They take no shift from poke-alongs and grampas, rubber-neckers and fire-checkers, let alone the average Touron-in-a-Bago.
What really gets them, though, is to “hang the slow cruise” while going down from the Bug to Briceburg. This is great fun, though not recommended.
Tailgating is for parking lots. But it’s the norm early in the morn, so be advised, Yosemite travelers. You may be on vacation, but they ain't, and they're tanked up on chai tea and ginseng and who-knows-what.
"Wake up, Mouse, you're in Midpines already!" "Wow! Thanks, Mr. G. I'll get my Canon out and go to work."
I hope you got your seat belt on. There's no little tag on the seat ahead of you to remind you, like this, so...And so it goes, into the smoky gasp of the arms of my lovely valley.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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zBrown, let's face it, I blew it. I could have made that sequence into however-many posts, thus affecting my ST Ratio, first; and it would have swelled our other "numbers," in the second place.
We'll never get rich
By diggin' the Ditch
But we can itch
Like a SOB
My fingers are my best friends.
All nine.
I'll never have a diamond pinky ring nor stay in the Ahwahnee, either.
If I were at the famous hostelry, however, I might still have to lift a finger on occasion, thus.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, ron... thanks for the bob seger share...
and mouse.. thanks for the newest post, here...
say, just heard from ol' feralfae, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"And so it done went."--Kurtis 'Kut' Touthechaise, Thumbies' lead drummer
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Merry held me captive with stories this afternoon for a good hour or so. W was out on a call. I got lucky again.
Life in Venice (Young Dan's adopted town--he's from Texas, etc.), in high school, riding a bike everyplace, trips into the mountains, her mom, her brother Steve, and that darn cat, Simon. She's getting long in the tooth.
She told how Simon had a sister kitty, which the SAR cats said they'd adopt and feed along with Simon. The other kitten starved, but not Simon==she thrived. Just the way things go, though.
Simon dotes on Pounce, not that she's spoiled, nah, not when she brings in live mice and plays with 'em. She does. I think she should. W doesn't.
"Stupid mice."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Uh, the times they are a changin'?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Deja vu.
It's Patrick STU--art thou joining us at the campfire?
You're in the hot seat, PJ.
And he reveals all here. No holds barred and a "hard bold" on the Dihedral.
PJ writes:
The fellowship of the rope is a strong bond. I kept climbing until age 55. Still doing some ski-mountaineering at 65.
I remain in touch w/ the McGregors.
Cowboy Larry pops up once per decade , lastly with a Brazilian lingerie model.
Matt Donohoe has been fishing out of Sitka for years.
I ran into Mathis at the top of Chair one at Badger something like 20 yrs ago, probably more.
I see Gypsy's posts on FB frequently. I think she is in the Carolinas.
That is Randy in the photo on one of the early pitches of the Dihedral. October '73 as I recall. It was unseasonably hot and we ran low on water and were reduced to climbing in the cool mornings and evenings. Holed up under the overhangs in the heat of the day.
We were on track for the slowest ascent ever but managed to catch up with a couple of guys from Colorado at Thanksgiving Ledge where we also found two gallons of water in old Clorox bottles. It was a romp to the top from there. I laid down the haul bag and deposited a pile the size of a cow patty.
Seeking ticks on EC.
Just ask a climber.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Flames who are accounted for:
"The Apathy House Three"
Mouse from Merced is from Merced still
the Rev from Greeley Hill
Larry Jones from Richmond
Throwpie from Berkeley
Matt Donohoe from Sitka AK
Millis RIP
Randy Hamm RIP
Dave Bircheff from SoCal
Phil Bircheff of the Eastside
Ron Anderson Flame by adoption from Mound House
zBrown Flame by full-race injection from Chula Vista
Dick Ellsworth, probably still from Alaska, is in his own class.
His Flames status was, in my estimation, “understood but ambiguous,” tacitly "taken for granite," in his case, one might say.
The latest to come in from the cold:
Big STU, good old PJ Stuart, “alive and not far away” and married to Matt’s sister, Mary Ellen.
PJ also wrote:
"I remember afternoons tokin and listening to tunes in your van in those far off magical days. The Sweet Bird of Youth. May I ask about Dolores? Jeff? Captain Clutch Rider?
Mary Ellen's grandfather, Doc Degnan, used to stay in the Hotel Tioga in the 40s. You are part of a long tradition."
And then there are the malingering Yeates, Bullfrog, and Cowboy Larry.
Some Flames Mamas who have shown up or can own up:
First and most4, Gypsy is living in Asheville
Dolores is long-divorced from Mouse; and Sha’ala is long-divorced from Yeates.
Sheila Slattery, Millis’ quondam GF, posted and then ghosted.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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But the Flames are not the campfire.
No, the Flames, in a way, they are like bear boxes, where memories are locked away, but there is no lock. But that's idle talk.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ari, son of La Poeta, Anastasia.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Thanks for that update upstream. I almost feel like I know these folks. A fine group of individuals indeed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yep, not an all-star cast, but a cast of couch potatoes in some cases.
[Click to View YouTube Video]For the benefit of the Latest State to come in out of the rain, Hawai'i.
What's a little 75 mph gust or two, anyway?
All the same, good luck and Aloha!
Avalanches & earthquakes, but no hurricanes, typhoons or cyclones.He only gives the appearance of a couch potato. Jeff works hard.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, i love the tahitain dancing...
so happy! i miss doing that... so fun!
did it for the tourist, in south texas... they loved it...
thank you for sharing...
also, just sent you an email...
prayers...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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One-sided,
I decided,
Lacks depth.
Other-sided,
Back-sided,
Shows some breadth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Conchata Ferrell was in K-Pax and John Cryer was the star in Dudes. Mike Ferrell's picture was posted by me on Toss-'em Back Thursday with some other dudes.
And there's one of two boat people dudes taken by another dude.
It may be nothing, dude.
Neal Young may have a clue. I'll put a Flea in his ear.
[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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Time for climbing content. Choke it down, it's good for you, T Hocking.
Wish I could say I was heading out this way, but I'm not.
The view east from Mt. Clark (in the late seventies) by Jim Shirley, who soloed the NW ridge.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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See drunk while Fried Day posting shifttily.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Rim fire still burns me up.
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
And so forth...
He's toast. Emerald, a real gem.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Not ancient history, son.
Weep for the animals, trees, the meadows.
Rejoice in their resilience.
Good? Bad? Who is to say?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, just hear it from the mouse's mouth, as in horse's mouth,
that oh my (didn't we suspect this? ) ;))
ye ol' traveling mouse, likes candor...
candOR, HE SAYS... (SEE the goatboy smellz thread, for 90% proof of that--other 10% is of course to allow for settling) :)
mouses candOR shelf-spice NEEDS to be here, too, for easy grabbing:
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Truth is, I DO love dills!
Not 'kosher dills' but the RILL DILLS,
the ones that came in a barrel,
sold for a nickel,
lasted for half an hour,
made you grin they were so sour.
Scamento sburbs,
our neighbors were Erbs
and we kids would create forts in their backyard holes
and we other kids would go build tree houses when that got old
and we two me 'n Pete
Mom's pickles we would eat
store-bought
we weren't caught
we'd sit in our tree house
Pete 'n the future Mouse
and we'd suck on those pickles
enjoying the bumpy ride
with out a thought
except how neat it was
on our oak tree platform
lookin' down on the clowns
(who I've come to find since were really the kosher marketing team--
they were out to convince the neighborhood that kraut was bad for you
in spite of the fact that we got the 'good stuff,' the real dills, the briny brawny Brian-biters,
from Gerhardt's butcher shop
which got the axe when the Shop 'n Save went in in Del Paso Manor chopping center)
he and me
the dill pickle club,
headquarters in a tree platform on a creek feeding the 'merican River)
I noticed that Lagunitas IPA is found at 1280 N. McDowell Rd., Petaluma, US of A, NA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way, Local Group, Space
Do they have a free lunch? Dills?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nothing like waking up with a happy organ.[Click to View YouTube Video]Fever recently went to 'Organ.' I was going t'have a beer with him but ended up at the Bridge.
He's probably going to Bend my ear about organicky, orogenicky 'Organ.'
Werner, I mide could need ad hearing gaid.
Ad I tink I mide be gedding a code in by dose.
Id's hard do beleeb id, libbing in a hod blaze ligh Merzed."Wish I had wheels," said the Flame. "Existence would seem more easy."
[Click to View YouTube Video]Have a nice, interesting day.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dudes, this dude's "sound-trackin" Dudes.
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Went thataway, Kemo.
"Rock and Roll Outlaw" - Keel
"Urban Struggle" (1987 Re-Recording) - The Vandals
"Show No Mercy" - W.A.S.P
"Vengeance Is Mine" - Simon Steele and the Claw
"These Boots Were Made for Walkin'" - Megadeth
"Time Forgot You" - Legal Weapon
"Jesus Came Driving Along" - Leather Nun
"Mountain Song" (Early Version) - Jane's Addiction
"Lost Highway" - Little Kings
"Dudes Showdown" (Instrumental) - Charles Bernstein & Co.
"Amazing Grace" (Instrumental) - Steve Vai
Jeezus, this town's dead...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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These were not photoshopped, just colorized.
I manip words, not photos.
Thanks, Locker, for making clear the distinction.
Hey, say exactly what you mean.
There, that's the ticket, old bean.
Say, that's catchy as a...
hmmm....I'll sleep on it.
ZEE! Catchy as a Zee in a mattress factory.
BY JOVE & BY ZEUS!
Oh, I'm a silly goose.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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So boring. I feel like I got a ankle bracelet on and can't leave.
Long story. Short lens (55mm) lost when backpack was taken in the park the other night. Just lame.
Fighting the blues off with some help from my friends, per usual.
I need to be here in case someone returns the goodies--trying to think in a positive way. But I can ditch out any time via the Memory Channel on my computer. I just have to remind myself to go pay the cable company Monday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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On the south side of the Merced.
Over across the river.
Looking back at the mouth of a short high-water river channel at the bend.
The center of the Universe, folks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbI0cMyyw_M
These pics are especially for Piton Pete, master of the piton and the piano and piano hauling on the wall; and for our local peripatetic Pole, MooseDrool, swimming in his native water and doing the Australian crawl.
This may settle the bet you made.
I only Look Like This in your dreams.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Dudes, I am not the one you seek. Believe me!
Don't I have credentials? No, as a matter of fact.
My wallet was in my backpack when it disappeared the other night.
So I may share the Dude's spirit and his weed, but never his bottle.
We drink like civilized men: He has his own 40 and I have mine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 03:57am PT
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No matter where in the world you go, there is no good reason not to have a camera along.
MooseDrivel.
Rawl-driven.
Driven around in the back of the truck cab.
Ego-driven.
What drives us? Why do we climb?
We climb to place bolts, silly.
Fun-driven.Bakersfield in pictures, the next best thing to being there, just like Poland. Or Yellow Pines.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 06:28am PT
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Yellow Pines!
Slowly I returned...scene by scene, frame by frame...Naturally, the walk along the river calls for another round of talk about safety.The main topic of our safety meeting: Who leads the pitch across the bridge? Who follows and who takes pics?
Fish Finder led in style. I missed taking the pics cuz I was scarfin' the last couple hits on the 'refreshments.'[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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Aug 10, 2014 - 08:08am PT
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No, I'd rather go in the Ford pickup, granny gear for the sand & if I need it, a shovel in the bed.
And the camera lying in the seat next to me.
Sorry. Drifted off.
Where were we?
Oh, yeah..."the Eastside Ride."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 08:50am PT
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Ron Anderson, not that he's such a "grate" rock 'n' roll musician, see, but he can jam, all the same...
Well, his pa worked for the defense establishment, JUST LIKE THESE HIPPIES!
Chew on that.
I gotta take a dump.
No offense, richross, please, sir. :0)
But we'll have no protests here, no riots.
How about some eye ball rest?
Annie Lennox/A Whiter Shade of Pale
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVYGwqYvPCI
Good morning, zBrown.
eZ on the eyeballs, que no?
Both look fit and tanned, ready for The Sharper Image.
I pale in comparison, old pal.
Aussitot, bonjour a Michelle.
Have a grate Sunday, Taco.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 09:14am PT
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No, Ron, wait! It was in the Courthouse Park, after dark, I was on a lark.
I wandered away around the corner of the courthouse for a bit, came back, no pack, I was jacked, but had only myself to blame for my geriatric lack
of attention.
It was 'round midnight.
Amy Winehouse/'round Midnight.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IuALymbySw
All in all, it was "A most disturbing event."
And I might have liked to shoot off some rounds to help vent,
But I suppose my anger's now come and went.
(I spoke with neebee. Thanks, friend!)
But thanks all the same, dude. Yer such a gent.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 09:31am PT
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She runs one of these when she's not out ranging for bears and mice.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Visit Facelift and introduce yourself. She may have some espresso for you.
You could share some ladyfingers, too, maybe?
She is a fan of dill pickles, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 10:10am PT
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Or you might try these with her as a challenging variation on technique.
Meantime, I'm being forced to vary my technique, simply to keep shooting till a new lens lends itself to my use.
I consider it a challenge. It may be what I needed, as I discussed with neebee.
(Point of etiquette, here: It's never 'neebs' unless yer 'zeebs.' Otherwise, I rely on your gentles' good offices in that regard. 'Just sayin'.)
I'll manage, somehow. I'm good at "muddling through."
http://stuck-in-a-book.blogspot.com/2014/06/muddling-through.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 10:33am PT
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Okay, enough 'rowdy' talk.
Ladies, forgive us 'ancient teen-agers' and our C4 picnic "table talk."
Please.
Thank you.
Here's for neebs, for being such a vibrant part of The Flames and ALL the threads;
and for being such a grate sport about our way of doing things of which she might disapprove in her own kids.
http://buddiesinthesaddle.blogspot.com/2011/05/ralph-connor-sky-pilot-1899.html
Really, thanks, Mommie.
Wish I had one of those purty cards to show right now, too.
"Quilt thou not forgivest me?"--SnakeSpeare (the divil in me)
Act Three, Scene 4 of Hamlet (no plays on words, promise, just the real dill)
Hamlet:
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there...
O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow
O'er this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 10, 2014 - 03:22pm PT
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Guten Tag:
Just thought I'd drop in for another go at Der wilde Berg-und-Tal-Fahrt auf Herr Maus.
Interesting that you should mention The Bull. We just celebrated his and wife Reita's 70th wedding anniversary yesterday (that's 70 earth years). I'm in the middle there. I've got the Bull's back so to speak. Grandma Chele is to my left and sprinkled throughout are her various kids and grandkids and the biggest guy (crouching down & taking my back), who is my nephew. It may just be coincidence, but then again, it may not, but ever since I've been posting on the thread, my hair has gotten whiter.
white power? I'll ask Carlos next time I "see" him.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 10, 2014 - 03:43pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Just piss off.
u used to drink all night and slept all day.
u were no good then.
ur norwegian now, too, and i'm not finished yet
happy returns, bull, by any means whatever!
*w/w/hack!//*
& what's with this "natural ice" piss i been pissin' 'n tryin' to get loose with?
it's worse'n piss, it's doo-doo!
furk all tightwads.[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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Aug 10, 2014 - 04:03pm PT
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Forty days![Click to View YouTube Video]Forty nights!
But the rain keep comin' down.
Keep rainin' all the time.
I love that girl with all my mind.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Until I go out to the garage.
Next door...quien sabe?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Sing-a-ding, Don Gallito! Soooo 'canoodle-doo!"
Makin' plans...
seems incredible, but vee havff interrupted zis zubjekt. unt he wass happy to say...
"c u inna nex troom."
dot's norwegian!
keepin' it e-rowdy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 10, 2014 - 04:49pm PT
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Orale. Lyle, Gerry & Carlos (Robbie & Tim handling camera work)
Do you believe in Magic? In Cuba, guajira and guajiro are used as nicknames for rural or country folk, just as "hillbilly" is used in the U.S
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Hang glider above Mt. Lukens, not Gerry Lopez
Stealth Gliders over Mt. Lukens
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 11, 2014 - 06:56pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
as to this:
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 10, 2014 - 06:28am PT
Yellow Pines!
Slowly I returned...scene by scene, frame by frame...
GREAT recovery!
keep taking them pics...
great cameras, sure do help, but the eye-and-spirit of it all,
is the 'one behind it'...
say, oh my, did not even think on this:
YOU were up at yosemite or not??
and NEVER did we all talk of YOU getting your BIKE!!!
oh my, :(
it is still there for you, :(
awww, and thanks for the notes of politeness, :)
and will go check out the link, too...
say, be praying--got some heavy stuff on my mind, as to some folks that
are dear to me... private stuff, as to their troubles, though...
but--prayers are welcomed...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 11, 2014 - 11:34pm PT
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You got it, sister.
You're my "stoned partner," as Jumpin' Vernon Brown used to say on KYOS 1480 AM.
You're esteemed, appreciated and quite talented, as well;
and it's so good of you to "treat" folks the way you do with your arts and crafts and paintings.
Today, Monday Monday, saw me up there again...wouldn't you just know it!
The bike will still be there, I hope, the next time. I'll check with you on that, Okey Dokey?
I decided Tommy T. needed a big thanky for delivering your Smillin' Sophie;
and so we made it to the six a.m. YARTS bus, pulling into the Visitor's Center around nine.
After refreshing our palettes with some ice cold bottles of Tioga-Sequoia products,
I took him to see Merry and they got to yammerin' about soup kitchens.
(Tommy T. just retired from a local public food service as a cook.)
So I went and bugged Werner to let me recharge my camera's battery,
and was he ever busy with the fed's fleet,
wirin' & measurin' & ohmin', so we sat in the Yosemite Cemetery,
Tommy & me, cuz the battery was dead so where else should we be?
When it was charged up again we shuttled to the Bridge and EC Meadow.
I lost a pair of cheapo reading glasses in my pack the other night.
I have only my old Rx pair. I'm having trouble focusing as a result.
Need to get another pair of reading glasses if I'm going to play this long-range lens and manual focus game well.
I'm not nearly as happy with the results from today's shoot in the meadow,
nor especially from the ride up on the YARTS bus.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 12, 2014 - 11:05am PT
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^But you knew brother Vernon? (we called him vBrown) Ain't that somethin' else. Somehow he got his horns in an uproar and ended up on trombone rather than trumpet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2014 - 11:19am PT
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Moon(s).
Muskrat.Muskrat rambling:
"The moons you give are equal to the moons you take, or should be.
A moon for a moon."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2014 - 02:20pm PT
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It may be some (Bridwell and Werner for sure) will remember Rod McKenzie from Camp 4 circa late sixties and early seventies.
(He may lurk here, but I doubt so, really.)
Shall we say that insofar as climbing went, Rod "knew his limitations."
Not meaning to disparage his climbing accomplishments, of which I am not informed, he was a part of our petite mis en scene...a quilt block or square, to use the neebean metaphor.
There were many in Camp 4 like him over the years: Not terribly sought-after partners, maybe a "last pick on the playground" type. And happy to be there in spite of this lack.
Rod had many interests, which you might check out on his Facebook timeline.
The last time that I saw Rod was at Tuolumne Meadows Store in the early nineties. My wife and I had not found Millis, who'd promised to be there to meet my new bride. Rod was there in his small RV, though, and we had a good afternoon playing memories for Liz.
The reason for my posting this is quite simple. Today is Rod's 80th birthday.
As Millis would say, Rod, "Happy Birthday, you old stumpfugger!"
Many happy days and years more is my wish-washy wish,
But I hope you get what you want for your birthday is my real wish.
Berg heil, back atcha!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2014 - 02:36pm PT
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Not meaning to disparage the "Mosaic metaphor".
But it's "Old School."
neebee's is "New Cool."Grout or thread, respect and love hold us together.
In "Locker's Case", equally famous as the aforementioned, the metaphor is of glue and rubber souls.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Like a rubber ball, Locker keeps coming back.
What's a good Camp 4 metaphor?
Hmmm...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2014 - 02:48pm PT
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Rod was "about thirty" when Rubber Soul debuted.
I was a Junior. (Delinquent Status did not quite yet apply.)
It's trundling time!
Everybody rock 'n' roll.
This is a "Ladies' Choice Trundle," fifteen minutes.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Next up is a full hour of "All Trundle Together Now."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
There's something about a good trundle that speaks to all of us.It's way more fun than tossing chickens off El Capitan.
I have set myself up for a bald guy joke. Can you tell?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 12, 2014 - 04:08pm PT
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From Towers launch in Sylmar, CA to Mt. Lukens in La Crescenta, back past launch to West Towers, then back over the Pacoima Wash and beyond. 3 hours, 11 minutes. Challenging and rowdy conditions. Lots of live narration of the action and suspense as it unfolds. Video includes the first third of the flight. The rest is shown briefly in 3D animation in part 4.
http://videosift.com/video/Hang-gliding-for-30-miles-in-California
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 12, 2014 - 05:36pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Missing sleep. Can't do it much at all lately.
Plug in the numbers.
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BB King/ I Believe To My Soul/ Live in Africa 1974
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B.B. King/ Ghetto Woman
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B.B. King/ Rock me all night long/ Montreux 1993
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E.C. Scott/ Lyin’ and Cheatin’
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Big Mama Thornton/ Sometimes I Have a Heartache
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Big Mama T. and Buddy Guy/ Sweet Little Angel
"He ain't nothin' but a hound dog, I swun."
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Joanne Shaw Taylor/ Blackest Day
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JST/ White Sugar
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Koko Tayor/ I’m a Woman
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Irma Thomas/ I’ll Take Care of You (You don’t ever have to worry)
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Irma Thomas/ Be You (featuring the Night Tripper)
I got the Insomnia Blues.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 12, 2014 - 07:09pm PT
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So this showed up a few minutes ago.
BTW, Who is Lizzie? Clearly not Thin Lizzie. Cute Lizzie more likely.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 12, 2014 - 07:58pm PT
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I have no idea who these guys are, but they appear to like dogs, little kids, and motorcyles, so probably fit here as well as anywhere else.
Oh wait, this explains it
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 01:18am PT
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http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Down+Home+Blues/2ntyyk?src=5
Miss Koka, mixin' drinks.
Not the average woman.
The time I remember, Bevin and I were listening to KUOP, Friday Night Blues, and they played Koko Taylor's Down Home Blues.
I remember Stoh's and not much else.
A record or two.
Gimme those down home blues..."F=ing Christ! My parents are coming!!"
Sitting on the folks' front lawn, watching stars,
"I think it's beyond her ken, Bevin: It's only a record ot two."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 01:36am PT
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Get the hell offa my Korner.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Demetria Taylor/ Trying to Make A Living
Wspecially for Lynnie and MooseGibbs.
Allwax Korner, Erving Clafton, Chris Farrout, "some guy named Rich" and other hypenated beings.
Stormy Monday. Those dudes. Remember there's a time change. And Tuesday's no better.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RewVI9K3Qh8
Sossad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 02:21am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Slow, like my shadow.
Black and white,
Pink and blue,
No, dear, it's blue and pink.
Roll all night, you get funky vision, baby.
[Click to View YouTube Video]This goes out to eKat, at wherever in the northern climbs.
C'mon, dude...
I've brought in some friends to cheer you up.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Can we get a
'YAY!?'
It would feeel so good,
4 u, 3 us.
"Amen."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 13, 2014 - 09:07am PT
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Ya Ya
Das ist sehr gut!
Pardon me, Roy, but those sure look like Jewels & Binoculars on the neck of that mule
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 09:53am PT
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Dream solo.Gimme Fever, John. USArmy guy, artillery spec., which meant he humped shells around the firebase.
(Firebase Naked City, in which there are hundreds of stories, nightmares, and recurring nighmares.
"I had a dream last night. There was no one in it. I was ALONE and SAFE!"
It was not much of a dream in comparison to, say MLK's, or Bob's 193rd (which is the number, BTW) Bomb Wing songs.
I keep thinking of Garp Sr. And floating.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ex-m-eEKsg
I'm goin' into the sunshine 'fore the rain floods the highway
Where the announcers know English and just refuse to speak it
Where the free climbing sucks and so does the pegging
Where people get jollies by walking and ferretlegging
And banana slugs dream of foxy white chicks
And everyone's touring and nobody lives there
They've all moved to Tahoe and Chico and Vegas
There's no one left in order to plague us
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard eight's a-gonna fa-a-all.
the beautiful Peggy and Throwpie. Well, she's more beautiful and a WEE bit smarter. She carries an umbrella.
And it's a hard pitch,
In fact a real bitch...And I'm gonna fall.
I left ut one "it's a hard." Mea culpa, Steve.
Fever says, "Hi, Steve. Have we met?"John R. Fever, the Shell Talker, Target Walker.
"Is YOUR car older than three years? I'm firing on it if you don't buy some 'insurance.'"
How 'bout a guidebook?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 11:16am PT
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I live here.And just around the corner,
Down off the beat,
William and the Bums
Beat their drums
No hands
Just feet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 11:21am PT
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"Car to car."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 13, 2014 - 11:32am PT
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Pale
Ale
Ghost
Coast
donini
blue meanie
rubber soul
T Harding's hole
I don't think Big Mike'll buy that, not for a Canadian buck. F that A.
And no, that's not Barney's purple head lyin' on the pages of my non-scripted mind.
It is the beast, but that's my final daft or "clean" copy.
It still needs editing, though.
Nawmean?
[Click to View YouTube Video]The waiter brought another tray...with a wider shade of jail, off-width being like that, and...
...and he said, "No raison, monsure, for doing this insane unprotected merde.
See, there is an easy face to the right.
Ma tante and her poodle do it daily."
I left un pourbouire and we adjourned to catch the purple route to EC Parking Lot/Storage Facility.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
AKA the "E" Route, six stops, including the Center of the Universe.
The driver was a climber formerly named Roger Murray and now he's known as Roger Safety Star.
It's a source of wonder that a guy from Oakhurst,
whose ancestor is buried in the Yosemite Cemetery
(his folks go BITD, I'd say),
and who lived the climbing life in the squalor of C4 (until he wised up, it seems)
would settle in as a safe, courteous, reliable and nice guy.
Nice to have met you, Roger.
Quelle est El Cap en mètres, encore une fois?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2014 - 05:38am PT
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FUN WITH THREADS (OT or NOT!)
According to the neebeean Metaphor, no quilt is complete without threads of many colors, depending on the design, of course.
Dingus and neebee both keep me in stitches!
My thanks abound.
I'm locked down.
"Stitched up and I'm feelin' the burn."
[Click to View YouTube Video]Locked down like a locking D.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2014 - 06:14am PT
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Repeat after me: "the Rev NEVER lies!"--Tarbuster at the Iron Door, a historic place for a historic comment
I'm on top of the world this morning and nothing's gonna drag me down!--Handy Jack Smalley
Not even going smokeless today.
Speaking of the Rev, who's never smoked, and who is barely tolerant of my habit but has learned to keep it to himself
(His wife Denny does, but she's not allowed to smoke in the house, so there.)
Speaking of Mathis, the Rev--
Smoking is a probable cause of depression, as I see it. I know first-hand that it causes unhappy thoughts. Enough about me and theory. It's putting it into practice that's hard.
Here's where faith comes in, that a higher power is willing to help in any small way.
I'm pretty useless against this vice
'n the Good Lord's help would be real nice.
But my own dad quit.
His last ciggy remained unlit.
The truth is I don't want to quit. The truth is I never listened to Boomer's advice as a young man, and as an older fool I listened but politely ignored it.
But it's ironic that in my everyday life I am a quitter in so many ways, even in ways of which I'm unaware.
My most amazing friend, zBrown, is well into this scene. I thank him for all his good offices, of which he may have no inkling, but which have been real to me.
You see what quitting booze will do for you.
And I mean it's a good thing, zeebster.
I love you, man!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I hope, too, I'll never tire or quit of you Tacos.
You're a strange but fun group of genuine Whackos.
Off to see some wizards.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2014 - 12:21am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2014 - 04:08pm PT
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Postcard hugs & kissies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 17, 2014 - 11:45am PT
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Excerpt from Ron Anderson's new anti-hunting spew, HUNTING FOR VEGANS.
Suddenly sensing danger, the bear's eys changed in appearance, no longer soft. There was a gleam of hatred in them now that made Ron tremble. He knelt and propped the holy water pitcher on the huge trunk of the ash.
"That's the devil I'm talking to!" he thought. Taking a small sip of the water calmed him immediately. He reached into his pocket for the turkey baster. Available wherever fine veggies are found, except for Khanom's Hopping Rabbit Farm.
A 'send-up,' Ron.
"Just funnin' ya, Wyatt."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 17, 2014 - 02:52pm PT
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So Gene is offering an alternative, MooseTroll.
The infamous Sonora Pass took place once in the sixties at a bed and breakfast near Twain-Harte.
It caters to film crews as part of its legacy. The photos adorn the walls, the good wishes from celebs abound, and the ambiance is pure-D grade-B western movie.
And Rock Hudson was in one room, Marilyn in another, adjoining.
I'm not saying anymore for fear of stepping on reputations.
But, seriously, the rest is history.
Gene is kinda tall, see.
And he's a rock climber, too.
And we are leaving for Sonora Pass.
Bye-ee!
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Gene
climber
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Aug 17, 2014 - 03:13pm PT
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Mouse,
See you soon in MODESTO, not Oakdale.
g
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 17, 2014 - 04:59pm PT
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One can't get a train ticket without presenting one's ID.
My wallet was in the red pack that was taken from the park last week.
I got to the Amtrak, found this out, calmed down, walked back over and called Gene from a neighbor's phone.
Plan C in operation.
Nuts!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:03pm PT
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Well, I've been away soes I have some catchin' up to do, I will remark regarding your last post, that an expired driver's icense apparently is not deemed to be sufficient identification for the purchase of beer by a sixty-seven (going quickly on sixty-eight) year old man. The store is called Rite Aid.
Maybe I need to buy a passport photo. Eh?
Anyway, I was wondering what it would be like if ol' zBrown had gotten together with Sweet Georgia?
What to call the kids? Hint, not SweetPea?
Give up? sweetZ
What was Geronimo's real name?
Ya got any 5&1/4 inch floppies? I do.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:09pm PT
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Jumpin' Jehosaphat?
Capt. Jack Buffaloheart?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:21pm PT
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Some rob with a six-gun, others with a fountain pen?
You can't touch that!
When I whipped it out (not that it, the card), my purchase ailed on threo9ugh. I'm number 14225 BTW
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:27pm PT
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What song am I listening to right now? You gotta ask? It ain't Grootna, that' fer sure. And it ain't Django Unchained.
[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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Aug 18, 2014 - 11:31pm PT
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Bowling anyone?
Two outstanding bowlers, golfers, and climbers, really just touring today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:15am PT
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Like I said, I gotta go, but I'll get back to you on my Motorola Digital Personal Communicator.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:22am PT
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or ... maybe an electronic disc via the snail mail
May have to send this one via train courier. Hope, this guy has some ID.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:31am PT
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That would be Goyaałé [kòjàːɬɛ́]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 09:10am PT
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When Amtrack couldn't sell me a train ticket to Modesto to meet up with Gene, I walked back to Middle Earth, used a neighbor's phone to call Gene, and he set in motion Plan C. He drove down Santa Fe from Motown and picked me up.
We decided to scratch Sonora Pass as our destination. We selected Shuteye Ridge instead--he'd driven this far, neither of us had visited the place and we still haven't got very close!
Before I continue this narrative, I must say that Gene is one determined and persevering guy. And a good driver as well as golfer and bowler and climber.
Our route would have taken us from Merced to Madera to 4 Corners and up Hwy 41 to the turn-off to North Fork and Minarets Rd., which would have gotten us eventually to Clover Meadow to stay the night.
There was a wreck on 41 we found out at a mini-mart stop and this meant an alternate route to North Fork, which we figured out with some local help. We got to North Fork at dark and followed Minarets Rd. until the chain across it, put up by the USFS because of the recent fire at Shuteye.
Well, here's where Gene reacted bullishly. He said, "Let's drive to Bass Lake and take Beshore Rd. instead (sp. Beasore). Oteye?" I said, "That's Otay by me, but isn't it 'Beazhore' Rd.?" Discussion followed, nobody could be right here, anyway, because I'm afraid that nobody really knows how to say it except the man who owned the name, who's long gone. The list of 'nobidys' includes the two ranger ladies at Clover Meadows, who called it 'BayShore' and 'Beezore,' respectively.
We drove as far in the dark as Upper Chiquito CG, flaked out, and while I tried to sleep, I could not because of breathing difficulty at this elev. Malone rested well, having worked hard in the morning to get time to spend in the hills. He admitted that the original destination was above Pinecrest, and involved at least one hour's hiking. Just as well things happened as they did.
We awoke and drove to Clover Meadow (no 's'), getting there as the rangers opened for business in the tiny station there, mugs of coffee in hand.
On the way to Clover we stopped at a viewpoint set up by the USFS of the Mosquito Creek drainage and Shuteye Ridge, as close as we were to come, it turns out. The rangers told us the road was blocked from this direction, too!
We saw the sun's rays spreading over this landscape and it was spectacular. The photos don't do justice. I forgot the setting on the camera was for ambient light, not full sunlight. But this is my offering for donini, planning to visit the place next summer.
The next group is of peaks we saw shortly before we got to Clover Meadow at a different location near there.
Gene thought one of them might by Mt. Lyell, the rest ought to be in the Clark Range.
http://www.sierranevadageotourism.org/content/jones-store-at-beasore-meadow/sie76EB8C581159269AB
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 02:21pm PT
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Not Geronimo, Castaneda at the library.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 03:41pm PT
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On our way home from Oakhurst we passed by Yaqui Gulch Road.As we two day tripping tourists came down the hill from Bass Lake into Oakhurst, I showed Gene the old re-built restaurant and tavern on the hill overlooking town at the last turn coming off the hill. I forget its name, but it burned in the summer of '66 and our pumper was called in from Raymond to help fight the fire, which consumed enough of the place it was rebuilt later on.
It's now abandoned again. I told Gene the story. Fifteen minutes later, the latest fire in Oakhurts began, so it seems I jinxed the place. For those who believe in jinxes, I'm sorry. But for once it was a true story!
Things have a way of being reborn, and oaks are certainly no exception.The Harlow Fire in 1961. (Sorry, Richard, not 1960).
This major burn started near what we used to call "Stumpified Mountain."
[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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Aug 19, 2014 - 04:32pm PT
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Following this we drove across the meadow to the shade of the other side and had our lunch sitting down with Angry Orchard, SN Pale Ale, and various comestibles, sitting like bwanas in folding metal chairs, trading stories of our past and bragging on our kids.
We found that the group camp further back towards Clover Meadow made for an excellent long-term campsite, and soooo quiet, too. The occasional log truck is part of the charm, of course.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 04:58pm PT
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"Fotofluff" taken while Gene inspected the base of the Water Streaks. I was that tired from not having slept and that exhausted from all the hard coughing (my inhaler got stolen in the pack & another hasn't yet come in the mail) that I just couldn't muster the energy to accompany him.Decisions, decisions.
And T Hocking, I gave that CD of yours, Sounds from the Next Stall, to Gene, as I have it loaded down to my music files. Hope you and Mo had a great weekend at Tahoe, buddy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 05:02pm PT
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Why is Clover Meadow so far from Beasore Meadows? Shouldn't like things be grouped together? I can tell you that you'll most likely be sore if you have to walk that far just to look at flowers.
Time you get there, you'll be jonesing for a beer, food and/or soda
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 05:31pm PT
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Sez L. Brujo from South Bay Shore. "Aw, poop! The guy's right. Let's meander on down the road, Mouse."Really, just cattle eggs.
And so we booked to Oakhurst, laughing all the way.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 06:23pm PT
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After that sobering experience watching the start of the Junction fire we passed thru Nip, which got toasted in the Harlow fire.
Before crossing the S. Fork of the Chowchilla River we stopped for a brew in the vicinity of Gene's aunt's ranch, but he didn't want to go up the long dirt road right then. There is an abandoned sawmill near where we rested among the oaks and the buckeyes and GRAY PINES, not "Digger pines."
As we approached the S. Fork of the Chowchilla R. I suggested a side trip to Jerseydale to view the S. Fork of the Merced R. as well.
We turned off 49 at Bootjack (What in hell is a bootjack? I already know where in hell it is.) and headed up Darrah Road to Jerseydale Road to the overlook near the beginning of the Hite Cove 4WD trail.
I have a confession. I was in error last October when I published my TR on Brown Peak. I've since come to find that the map I used that day was in serious error. It named these two peaks incorrectly. So I didn't ascend Brown Peak, but Pinoche Peak.
http://www.supertopo.com/tr/Brown-Peak/t12163n.html
That was fun, despite the awkward beginnings. Thanks for the comments, gang.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 07:36pm PT
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A bootjack is the way certain folks (Mexicans, Polish folks, retired rock climbers, hodads, ex U.S. Presidents named Bush, Eldridge Cleaver, Sonny Barger ...) raise their cars up in order to change a (stolen) tire.
Bootlicker? I'll leave it to the imagination.
I went to Bass Lake once. I did not see one Bass. I was at least hoping for Mitch Mitchell (whom my ex-wife "dated', on second thought maybe it was Noel Redding). OK was hoping to see Phil Lesh.
Viva, viva, viva El Monte
[Click to View YouTube Video]
This
Not this?
Sure looks like Dylan's MC. Can we get an ID check on that plate?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:18pm PT
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You have won one of these marvelous pieces of technology, zBrown, for your prompt and concise answer to the serious question, "Bootjack, WTF?"
Vintage 1959. The "three-handed phone."It wasn't until 1964 that the 'sliding-around POS' got a ten-digit touch tone keyboard which replaced the dial, thus eliminating the phone's tendency to move around when dialed.
http://www.frillfreephones.com/prphhi.html
We are almost Berkeley enough tonight, it seems, but this should do it.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Viva El Sobrante!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:59pm PT
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Porpoise mouths you say?
Caltech Harvard ? (Lilly, Leary, Perry)
Columbia HARVARD Caltech (Could be mistaken, but Allen may have a personal digital communicator in his lap).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 09:07pm PT
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What is hip replacement?
What The, Who The, and Where The, the Fabulous Fuzzy Freaks.
But the fact remains I can only identify Who The. I'm leery of the others' real IDs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 09:16pm PT
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Tall cool one?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2014 - 09:16am PT
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On The Tonight Show, Johnny Carson once did a sketch where they were "retiring the Dolly Parton Jokes", which they did in a skit where they threw out every Boob Joke they could.
At the start of the skit they went to the Grave of Retired Jokes, where Carson read a few that had seen their day, like Euell Gibbons jokes and Tiny Tim jokes.
Sadly, I can't recall any of those jokes. All I can remember are the Dolly Parton gags. From a web forum.
As for Euell Gibbons...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
As for Tiny Tim, I'll let TimidToprope have a go, if he will oblige us.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 20, 2014 - 09:41am PT
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Update
In 1972, Glenn Perry a preposterous computer programer read "Center of the Cyclone" by Dr John C. Lilly, took a workshop with Dr. Lilly and turned his life around. Until then, Glenn's view of reality conformed to the traditional, Western, scientific model. In a very short time, his point of view expanded, allowing him to consider, examine and even adopt adeas and thoughts that were not necessarily "provable".
That's preposterous, not poseur-ious
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2014 - 12:18pm PT
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It would be gauche to post this you-know-where, I'm sure. It would lead to no end of controversy.
And
I might-could be tacobanned
Quicker than a one-night stand.
So I'll just post it here 'n that'll be that.
Pictify your soul.
http://pictify.com/user/AnnHedonia
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2014 - 12:27pm PT
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Muchissimas gracimas, Senor Marlow. Love the vibes around here today. Can I get you a drink? I have only native hooch and no ice, however. I'm visiting in Djakarta's boondocks in my mind over some iced Folger's freeze-dried coffee."I smoke Luckys, as a rule, but I feel like taking a walk on the wild side, Clyde."
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Aug 20, 2014 - 12:38pm PT
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Mouse.
If you post a camel, I'll add a lion, since the lion is the next stage...
And there's even a bird for Crimpergirl. Is it a parrot?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 21, 2014 - 05:39am PT
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For future reference.
Items I have determined that were in my backpack when it was taken.
1. The red Yosemite Day Pack itself, customized by Mark Tuttle at TOE.
2. A lens-cleaning pen.
3. A 55mm Canon lens.
4. My souvenir 2012 Facelift water bottle.
5. A Patagonia down jacket, gray, men's Lg.
6. Asthma inhaler with expansion chamber.
7. Leather wallet containing @ $49.
8. Reading glasses, non-Rx, with hard case.
Add in one bicycle worth nearly $350 and the cut cable, and it's not been a good year in terms of material gains, to say the least.
I could bore you all to tears with sob stories, but I'm okay with the rest of my ills, shortcomings, fails, and bills.
I DO miss climbing and I've shared my disappointment elsewhere.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 21, 2014 - 10:53am PT
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It's all been said before. Perhaps even written in the book.
When there is smoltification, everybody should look
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 21, 2014 - 03:12pm PT
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"Grunion hunting and climbing--complementary pursuits? (HOT TOPIC)"
Soupe de grunion français, suivie par la langue de mule et frites maison et legumes. "Vous avez un poupon gris?"
"Oh, no plans. Why? Just remember, I'm the guy, and I'm having the say about what kind of hay we eat there."
Keepin' the home fries burning.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 22, 2014 - 01:25am PT
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I love to browse in antique/curiosity shops.
This one is a gem, in my opinion, because it's only a block from the venue of the OAKDALE CLIMBERS FESTIVAL (on the route to Starbuck's) on Hwy 120 in the center of town.
And the items are by and large of good to exceptional quality. No 'junk.'
Ladies and gents, Past and Present Antiques, 219 East F St.
See you in Oakdale, California, October 17-19.
A Woman's Reach--Adventures In a Parallel Realm.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2014 - 06:27am PT
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Early morning moon fun.I didn't wanna put these into the Moon Shots thread, cuz...they're obviously not "serious" enough and would be a mockery of everyone's work there. Nawmean?
Tomorrow morning the moon, such as it is, will be rising with the sun over the Sierra...whatever that is.
Where it will rise where you are or will be
That is as it may be but get up early to see.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2014 - 06:52am PT
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More stars.[Click to View YouTube Video]Duke Bradley, played by Clark Bagel, bookie, bets against Moonray for the win and wins Carol Clayton's hand by a nose.
The Duke of Northborough isn't really in the picture, but he's mentioned. It's confusing, I know.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2014 - 05:17pm PT
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One day I saw Evil Devil Woman basking in the sun on the Berkeley campus. I started to walk over and kick her in the rump but unfortunately I tripped over a crocodile on the way. The young man who had been listening opened his eyes and wondered at the dust, and took up the guitar to try and find the old man who had disappeared. But no where was he to be found. "The wolves," he said, looking out the door before the stranger came in, "are gone now." And that is exactly the point. They are gone now. But what had happened?
With the failure of Mr. Fahey's Galopagus Tortoise crop in 1956, he removed himself for a few years to the sunny gales and he hoped, for greener pastures, of Topanga Canyon, California, at a place called "Eagle's Nest." There at the home of Robert Riskin of McCabe's Guitar Shop, and among the golden birds between the crumbling carpathe, under the resilient dome, over the gentile griff, Fahey recorded again for the Delta Haze Recording Company, whose owners were Mr. Barrett Mansen (illustration no. 10) and Mr. Mark Levine. The former, a brewery owner, capable and decisive manager and financer, and the latter who was well-endowed financially also, endeavored to cash in on the current Blue-Grass Phaze which was sweeping the nation. The latter was also a gifted and talented guitarist, and so a session was arranged in which various combinations of instruments and vocalists were used, but only three musicians were present - Levine on back-up guitar and second kazoom, L. Mayne Smith, whose graceful five-string banjo work has been described as "much like a lacy filigree," and Fahey who played Hawaiian guitar, while Smith doubled by playing lead kazoom. The session, unrehearsed, was in some respects an example of communal creation. The main musical ideas, according to Fahey, whose testimony generally checks out, were his own, but as he stated, "both Smith and Levine contributed a great deal during that session not merely in terms of competent backupmanship, but in terms of creativity."
The tapes from this session were stolen by Mr. ED Denson, of Takoma Records, who, also a very shrewd and able businessman ("Mogul" might be a better term), according to his nature will stoop to any means to enhance his economic situation. Denson likewise wanted to cash in on the Blue-Grass Phaze as he had on the Delta Haze. And indeed he did. He sold some of the cuts to Mr. Ralph Riverboat of Boston, and these were issued on Riverboat RB 1, The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death. Despite what the RB notes state to the contrary, Mr. Fahey, assures us that the account we have given is accurate. Denson denies it.
And so Fahey was exposed to still another, new kind of music, the Blue-Grass Phaze.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2014 - 05:29pm PT
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"I stood in the streets of Takoma Park waiting for the whistle to blow. Once I jumped off and started up the Sligo River to see old Charlie Holloway. There had been an explosion that day at the Takoma Park Strawberry Cannery and the banks of the Sligo were lined with strawberry preserves. Near one of the lower locks there had been a jam on the rocks and the sluice was plugged up with strawberries. I noticed that as I proceeded up the river it began to back up on me. I had to hurry in order to avoid being trapped by the rising high water.
Jerry, the gate-keeper, fished me out at the last minute."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2014 - 08:28pm PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 23, 2014 - 09:27pm PT
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hey there say, ... just hanging around, with things that abound, :)
will write an update poem...
to 'show em' ...
soon as i get off the phone...
and 'am alone' ....
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 23, 2014 - 10:48pm PT
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This was a really tough shoot, neebee.It's taken from all the way across the room, on the top bunk, right up against the opposite wall, tippy tripod on the mattress, and tricky lighting.
But it took you more time than I care to imagine to fashion those mice.
Unless you're faster than I think and you made them in a trice.
The third one is hanging in the 'mouse cave' under the top bunk at my feet.
Neat.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 24, 2014 - 09:16am PT
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from zB's Garage Sale
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2014 - 10:33am PT
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T Hocking, zBrown, seriously, guys,
shouldn't we be running our own sidebar ads?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2014 - 10:47am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 24, 2014 - 11:33am PT
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T Hocking, zBrown, seriously, guys,
shouldn't we be running our own sidebar ads?
That's a good idea, but as I always ask Michele, "Is it free?".
From the zB garage I do have five boxes of Rolling Stone dating back to the 1960's. The first one on top was issue number 63. Also several boxes of old Playboy (I'm pretty sure the Jackie Kennedy nude photos issue is in there).
I have also 2 & 2/3 1965 Ducati MC's (and more parts). It is rumoured that Sonny Angel and/or Sonny Barger rode one of them.
I have the so-called bomber lookalike issue.
I have the signed Castaneda manuscript.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Aug 31, 2014 - 11:01pm PT
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hey there say, T HOCKING, i been going through some hard stuff, here, and had not stopped by, either...
just stopped by and saw, what?????
an ABSENT MOUSE--oh my...
here, mouse mouse mouse mouse... where is mouse, then?
hope he is okay...
happy good eve... need to go and get back to the thinking on
hard stuff etc...
may be gone a bit, too, here and there... trying to solve a few things that are a bit unsolvable right now...
will check in later... and see if mouse is about... and, about mouse, as well...
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Cheesus,
Don't be telling me Da Mouse be Missing!
Sticky Traps with Peanut Butter, Snappers baited with Gouda, Minnie Gold Diggers flush with Botox and Silicone on the prowl for Sugar Mice...it can be a dangerous world for rodents from Merced.
Hope all is well.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, bump for mouse...
say, T hocking, hope he is okay...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I fell asleep reading old fifties Geographics.
They were too powerful, like the USA was when I was eight-ten years old.
I fell into a dream, woke, and fell into another dream based on more drowsy reading.
If you can follow then you can follow. My dreams led me on a super-vacation.
I ran into Elva Louise Capp, an old flame from the sixties in Berkeley, another Pi Phi, and a snake-in-the-tree type, but a very good climber.
She's also Mulva's aunt. She introduced me to HER aunt, Featherina Capp, in Chicago.
It was a great trip.
MooseDrool was in my dream, go figure, but I blame it on Kruschev.
Nixon was there, a main figure in my dream. Tricky, Dick.
Especially the part where I got X-rayed.
I'll have to tell you all about it sometime.
It's good to be here. I didn't like being alone, but it's the way and I had no say because I had no hay, there or anywhere.
Comcast delivers only if you do.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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There is something quite amusing about signing on to the Taco to check to see if there is a Mouse around here.
Mouse, glad to see you are around. Reading old NatGeos will most definitely take your mind off into strange directions, especially the ones from childhood. I have some of my Dad's from the 30s. Wild to see not only what the world was like, but how people interpreted it as well.
That was some dream.
So, good to see you are.
fae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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T Hocking, the 209-947-#### is correct an is paid up and in service.
I have been out in the street, "T Hawking," here lately...
From various vantages at extreme range.
Here's what the old Tioga Hotel sign looked like in these hawks' ancestors' days.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, all... wow, happy to see mouse mosey on in...
:)
oh, hey and say--after seeing timidtoprope's post:
if mouse gets to facelift... sure hope you all can help him find the donated bike, >:D<
thanks so much!!!!!!
:)
we need a mousse lift, too, from this facelift... :))
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... and feralfea... this is sooooo funny, i JUST mentioned on an email to mouse that we had all been missing him and IF FERALFEA HAD BEEN on line, that SHE'D be missing him too...
and was ready to email her, and here she is... :)
yep, feralfea, you signed on at the right time, for the
'now you don't see him, now you do' to be solved, :))
owe you an email, too... soon, ... been having some not so good stuff going on around here, but it is slowly turning good... hopefully... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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TT, glad to know you'll be there. I may not stay a whole week, because of my decrepitude...I am feeling relicky, you betcha. But let's just go to a "Happy Place," shall we?
Take it one day at a time.
One dad-blamed steer at a time.
One meatfest at a time.
Barbecue Bob(Robert Hicks) / Barbecue Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3LTQSaDjas
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And one certain issue from '54.Enough about the "prefidy" of women, it's no big news, been happenin' since Ewa first was kicked out of Poland.
For protesting. About snakes. Who could blame?
Interesting that Elva and Ewa both begin and end the same.
Serious drift.
Need inspiriting.
Hope you'll enjoy the rest of the dream, brought to you by the makers of fine cameras, these guys.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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On her magic carpet we flew and cruised all over. In no particular order, like in a dream, here's some of where I've been while zonked.So long as we were there in New England, we visited Elva's Alma Mater, not to be confused with Elva's Aunt Featherina. She went to Yale, pledged Pi Beta Phi, like her aunt and that as-yet-unidentified golden bear, and messed with the heads of the Harvard Climbing Club.And she was a hot leader, in her day.I'm not sayin' that's her. It's illustrative of her. Dream on.
But first, let the sponsors have their say.
Which leads us to the literary portion of the dream.
THE ROACH AND I
Climbs well from the shell
A natural born off-width cruiser
Who likes it at night
And his antics amuse you
No need for cracks
No need for pro
Free-solo he’ll go
Solely
No need for shoes
Nor even for hands
He always soft lands
Just for show
Flash in a second
A ceiling or wall
On it he’ll crawl
Then hop down
So what’s not to hate?
Smash him
Don’t wait!
You softie...too late.
-MFM
But let's set sail for another land, one free and wholesome and where each man...
So who slides down the stay? It's MooseCrew! Oh, this is a splendid voyage aboard the USS Polish-American Friend Ship, right? Now I sea.Well, I did go there, and it wasn't that awful, really. just blah black and white.
Part dew eventually. When I get the energy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Forty winks and a nudge-nudge later, batteries re-charged.
A headline from my dream:
Mutant mice from Merced rock DNA ladder
"It's the most big advance since the Plimsoll line."--Captain Crush
This all takes place nearer the end of the dream.
Back to the whiteout.Speaking of mutations, a digression:
This is not a perfect world. Mutations are changes, probably chemical in nature, which alter the structure of the genes and their effects on body or mind. To produce only mutations that would be useful in the environment in which the descendants of a given individual are going to live would require the genes not only to possess wisdom but foresight. This is just too much to expect and, in any case, nature has not seen fit to endow mortal creatures with providential powers. All kinds of mutational changes of which a gene is capable do occur in it or in its descendants, given the vast stretches of time through which the hereditary material continues. A few of these changes will be useful to the organism in some environments. A majority of changes will be harmful, just because tinkering with a delicate mechanism is more likely to spoil it than to improve it.
--from Heredity, Race and Society by Dunn & Dobzhansky 1946
A Mentor Book "Good Reading For The Millions"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm so glad to talk to you, MooseAndRay!
You are getting the following issue of Nation Beautiful as a member of the Flames "S-Team."In its pages you can sit with the grandkids (and I hope more will come your way) on your lap and explain how it was like in the Poland of your youth.
I trust you are back on US territory now?
Glad to take a shower whenever you like? I know how traveling can get. I once went with no shower for three weeks, far from donini's record. It's safe from you, for sure.
Did he show you the Polish Pope on a Rope trick at C.O.R.? You never mentioned it...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Good morning, Grippa, Mr. HardCoR, wherever you are...
What's that?donini posted another thread? Where?
Well, every time! Dang! For instance, he was in the way on Elva's and my attempt on AconAgony, down SA way. We bailed, knowing he'd surely slow up our lightning attack on the highest point in the Western Hemisphere.We hopped into Aunt Featherina's vintage '41 and raced back to the north. We went someplace where he was unlikely to be. High summer in Yosemite and on the Muir Trail south of there. Seasonal changes occur unbidden in dreams, but for purposes of training, I will explain that in this part of the dream sequence it appears that we are using sidereal time.
Sidereal time is a "time scale that is based on the Earth's rate of rotation measured relative to the fixed stars."
Such as donini.
We got there, but Elva had a bug, wouldn't you know it. In the Bugs. Go figure. Anyway, I hooked up with a party and made an ascent of Eastpost and then the E. Ridge with one of them.Well, Elva was highly pissed she'd been sick, but we headed to Glacier NP for a chill-out.We'd been there a day when this dude showed us how to herd cats in the hotel patio.It was plush, there. I wanted to stay.
But Elva surprised me with an invitation to visit Russia!
First, it's time for tea.[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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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vAsG67eShU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ng8-4DFaFEo
Yep. The Sixties changed the Fifties by real rebellion. The powers that be weren't in control. It's Sopot deja vu. It's easy to put the blame on fish & chips, but it's the music. You know it, I know it.
Back in the Rockies...make that the Caucasus. We traveled to Russia ahead of the Nixons, visited those mountains way down south, and came to Moscow to witness history.
Well, Elva needed a climbing partner who had hands, so she split for the Valley, leaving me to thumb a ride home (HA!), the devil woman; but I don't blame her, actually. I should know better than to play with Pi Phi fire.
All is good, though, because as I awoke from this dream, I automatically sought out my current Happy Place.
Home is the true Golden State, grasshopper.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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1959, DMT. Nixon had his kitchen debate with Nixita Krushchamp that year.
There were three x-ray negatives, each printed in a different color, combined and enlarged to diameters, to make the photo. Mice apparently wiggle, so there must be more to it besides strontium-90 injections, like a sedative. The rats on the train were anaesthetized, but all the same...cheesh, that's cruel.
There is a tumor in that mouse, induced by strontium-90, emitting beta rays from the bone where it's lodged. It's like calcium, it settles there. Well you know about milk, if anybody does...
The radiation was tested at Argonne Laboratory.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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These are 'fossil impressions' of leaves in cement.
But who knows how they were created? It has made for speculation on my part.
I'm still thinking about it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Whilst acquiring an "in-depth" knowldege of cast iron plumbing and California "Tree Law", it seems that my Flaming has suffered.
Oh dear
What Can I do?
Baby's in Black
I'm Feelin' Blue
Babies in black face
Care for some fries with that
What's that they say about two black birds in the yard & a bush?
Hey
Hey
Searchin' for a reason to enjoy yourself
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Man !
Sure were a lot of white people in the '50's!
Where did they all go?
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Barbarian
climber
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Yes. Those photos were of Cayucos. I was there last week, and it still looks just like that. Nice pics for trip in the way back machine.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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I dream things too weird and alien to imagine
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tank you, Barb Aryan!
I learned to play "Baseball" in Cayucos. And several other poker games.
My friend's dad, Everett "Washington" Livermore, an engineer for Pacific Te. & Tel., was good enough to reclaim his boy's allowance and mine as 'booty."
We "learned" aout four or five othes, like Low Ball, High Ball, etc.
It's come to this, though. I'm a fan of the Giants, a fan of the A's. But the exploits of Yankees have always amazed...
me or anyone else who loves baseball from the old days when life was simple, like only sixteen teams and two leagues. Far fewer cards to collect, and I wished for years to have 'em all back, but realized everyone else had gotten the same dang cards, pretty much; the same memories, only different; and likes to stand in lines just because others are in it.
Nawmean?
Who was the first Major Leaguer to climb El Cap?
Warren something...
American League, I'm sure. Hot Stove-Legs League? Maybe.
But Google this picture, baseball fans. I have no license, currently. I may not be able to travel 'legally" ]John Oight 2, --
Restrictive gov't miss the cell call, nopats.
It's a rare picture, but the autographs were probably *hic* added, like the alcohol might have been added to what Ruth drank, at inflated prices, but he could afford it, huh? I got this today at the Merced Antiques Mall.
So the story goes on...
*hic*
As Iped wended homeward from the Antiques Mall, by way of the Public HOUSE, I stop into the PARTISAN; and there were no "parties on," not even a minor ATTABOY celebration--the place was empty but for the bartender, who was texting and couldn't possibly be bothered till he said so.
I got to him when I told him that I was independently working for YELP. He took the sports new off and put on the A's game. I asked him pointedly, "Of which team are you a fan?"
He said, passively, The Pirates.
"Why?" asked I.
He gave me a BS reason, it's not important. What's important about this story, is that Ferdinand was no saint. He was, I'll bet, a Dodger fan.
YUCK! Say it ain't so, Ferdie!
And if you do, let me get off at the turn-off to Booth Lake, OK?
Nam Yoho ringay kee yo. Repeat as many times a day as you can and you might end up as wealthy as Babe Ruth or the Lou Gehrig's heirs.
--Joe "Go" Han San
The real deals, like Chuck Cochrane, only better.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece," she said, wistfully.
How right she seemed then, but now that I know she was bullshitting me all that time, I feel somewhere between "slightly foolish" and "really devastated."
It's hard getting fooled like that. Lorde knows.
"Flaming." Ha Ha Ha.
"I got flamed at the Gorge." But only after I drowned in the Green River.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Gee, Fonz...What should I do?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We coulda been Royal...
but we all need to "settle" for what comes.
Unless you're some pushy little bastion.
"Whatever you do, Grasshpopper, don't become like me. I actually trained to be me. It wasn't worth it. All I got's this lousy leather jacket and free music for life. I coulda had more if I'd just let go and gone with the flow."
Like, I coulda been a guitar hero instead of a legend."[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Gosh, Fonz. I just need to take a leak, dude. I wasn't all up in yur face gettin' all metaphysical. Can you stop this thing? I'll jump off and go behind that billboard."
"Sure, Richie. Ya got it."
Happy Days/The Fonzie (dance is crap, but cool cuz it's the Fonz)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeF3hew6McY
Legendary stature is enviable.
Fonzie ~ 5' 6"
Pratt, Harding, Chouinard, Napoleon, and others ~ around there, too
Can you beat this, though? It's 5:30 and I want a hamburger. I'm craving a hamburger.
Damn you, zBrown! Or maybe it was just watching Winkler, knowing he could have whatever by snapping his fingers.
"Heeeeeey, 5.9. Let's go to the soda shop, Richie."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moussolini reminds me to remind you that Daylight Savings Time officially ends this year on
NOVEMBER 2, 2014.
Be there or be square.
Speaking of Moussolini, the Balcony of the Same Name has been closed.
Repeat,
THE MOUSSOLINI BALCONY IS CLOSED.
"They" were informed that "Someone" had been out there, against "Their" wishes and rules, as stated in the lease "Someone" signed.
"Those Bastions" put in a screen, an obstacle permanently screwed into the wooden frame of that old window. (It's a shitty job, "managing" Middle Earth, lemme tellya--the Fonz wouldn't have any problem, but mere mortals, fergeddaboutit.)
It looks like Richie Cunningham did the job, but it does the job. I can't go out there anymore without climbing hi-jinx.
Here's the nail in the coffin, though.
"They" got word from the Fire Marshal, an official document, which states that "They" will be patrolling for violations of "Their" fire safety rule which says no one is allowed on the fire escapes unless they are in danger of impending immolation.
So the party of the first "They" says to "Us" that the party of the second "They" says to knock that shi! off...no more smoking out on the balcony, no more, no more, no more.
But between "You" and "Me" or "Us," "I" still go out there on the escapes OCCASIONALLY--but only in the early morning or at night when "their" patrols aren't out looking for evil-intentioned balcony perps.
"It" is a frickin' GAME, living here.
How many rules have "I" broken today?
How many roaches can "I" kill tonight?
Why are there only two of "We" original Middle Earthmen (Smokey and "Myself") left on this floor?
"Who" still lives in the old El Cap Hotel? (Two people, actually. One is an old black fellow and the other is Johnny El Cap, the building super.)
If "They" dammed the stream of "My" consciousness, how much would "They" charge annually for "Me" to put a boat in and go fishing (trolling only, no wake) in "My" own damned lake?
And would "You" rather have paper or plastic, sir?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
So here lately "I" have been taking "It" to the streets.
Yes "I" have. "It" is the "Berkeley" in "Me." "He" still craves life. "I," on the sinister side, haven't lost interest, but "It" would be "NICE" to have more money.
Why does "It" always seem to come down to dollars, is what "I" wanna know.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OW00pVX1wR8
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Krones, deutschemarks, Euros, yen, sen, and big-ass rolling wheels of rock.
Well, the Cinema Cafe is now open and "I" still want a burger. See "Ya."
Watch those parking meters, hear?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Well, I can't say what jcarry has in his febrile mind. But I do know where there's smoke, there's Flames.
So this might be, can't be 100%, of course, but it might could be the beginning of the Meadow fire near Half Don't, Half Do, Gonna Half a BBQ.
T Hocking, the Moussolini is the central balcony, not a real one, just a fake for show...no doors, just the crawl-out window, now screened permanently by the fake Richie Cunningham.
The fire escaped, got in the wind, and went to Little Yo for some rest, but wouldn't ya know...he got burned for his reservations, just like a year ago when the Park shut down. (All in a midsummer day's imagining...it didn't really happen.)
Those eight fire escapes, four per "tower," look like a ladder of zzzzz's down the front of each tower. The penthouse residents have to jam down the stairs to floor five to stay alive in the event of a fire.
Tad, I know it's early when you rise, especially on a Tursday after a WHOLE WEEKEND of NFL, Ray be-damned Rice, and fires eating up our public spaces...it makes me want to drink.
Harry Steier/original "Trink, trink, trink."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4R2A2WNO-4
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I used to own a Royal. I had to do a term paper in HS seniour English class, and it took me all night to type it on that portable torture chamber.
It saw me thru the FROSH year (love that word, in a sophomoric way) at ST. Mary's in Moraga. It documented my steady decline into a FroshLush.
That burger was pretty bad. Soggy bottomed burgers DON'T make the world go round. It was good beef, lots of everything, but it was a fake restaurant burger, really, if "One" is a Carl's Juniour fan, which "I" no longer claim to be because "They" ditched the salad bar! Bastions!
Well, Carl's rich and famous like Amous, or Amos, and "Those" cookies.
"I" cooked burgers over the hill at Rheem Valley for T-Bone's Drive-In during that Frosh year. Or more specifically, in 1967, the second semester. "They" dropped me from my gig in the college kitchens because "I" stole the brothers' wine and wasn't reliable. "I" didn't give a darn.
The "I" in "Me" tried to blame Obama, but couldn't because no one knew "He" was around yet.
This was in the days back when the ladies in Playboy were uniformly white-skinned, in a manner of time-framing-speak. No offense, liberated blue-skinned friends.
So let's see, "I" was all primed to join the Navy, being a drunk. What happens to a drunken sailor? Put the man on the base (or keep aboard ship) and confine that unfortunate to quarters for the rest of the day. Yeah, as tiresome as writing with quotation marks around all the pronouns may seem, it needed to be done to fulfill a minor bet that I made with a guy that beat me at Scrabble, a former neighbour of mine, Lamont. So that's all over now, baby blues.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
What do you do with a drunken drummer? Same thing, only the musical bass, not Treasure or Corona, both fine beers.But only one is a serial killer.Both of these fine citizens gave up drinking. All greatness demands sacrifices.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And a tank of helium.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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what do you do with a failing burger joint?Start making tacos and burritos. Keep the soft drinks, they'll always need cold drinks cuz it's Merced, in the Heat Zone.
Another business that bit the dust, on old Business 99,It wasn't a cruising destination at all, really. Just a burger joint not near enough to a freeway ramp to make it pay. Their burgers strike no memory chord in my mind, for I probably never ate one of their burgers.
I had not much money as a teen, and we were fed well at home, besides. When we cruised the drag, we were cruising the drag, not chowing down. We turned around at Cecil's Golden Chicken Drive-In on one end of the drag and at Vernon's at the other end.
There was Rose's Chili Dogs and Fosters' Freeze on the drag, and over on old Bussiness 99 was the A & W, a really good spot to visit, especially after dark on a hot night. They had a patio with a real oak tree shading it. Back when we were in Jams and huaraches and being surf-less surfer-types.Still open, but a different name on it today. Both the others are gone, and Cecil's is now a BBQ restaurant, not a drive-in.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Looks good for it's age - NO?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Does it run, Forrest? Duh Cati, huh?
What's your prisoner number, son?
Where's your maroon shirt?
http://baynature.org/articles/alcatraz-island-is-a-renowned-prison-but-a-horticultural-gem/
Are you one of them Wisconsin surf bums?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Seen a man named Algernon of Alcatraz recently? He surfs the Prison Break when it happens, but it's highly unpredictable, with time & tide & prayers said in desperation to ST. Patrick Swayze.
"Hesitation will cause your worst fears to come true."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
In answer to your question, zBrown, it looks like crap right now. Goos luck with it.
Enjoy this one...so good.
Moto Guzzi in the Alps & Dollies, 2012.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Galib_Vg6X0
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I love it when a plan comes together.
--former Colonel Hannibal Smith
"It's zPlan, Boss!"
--Hervy Vylly Chase
"Fail to make zPlan, plan to fail."
--Bird Colonel Bird, in Catchy-22 by G.I. "Joseph" Hellmanners
"Sh!t. I pity the fool's a brokedownbiker on a brokedownducati in a brokedowncity like that."
--Mr_z
And there you have, the zTeam, run by not one, but two ex-Cols, an ex-felon, and a brokedownmidget.
Their mission: Impossible to Describe. You had to have been there. No TR, so sorry, Yosemite Yossarian.
That Bird has flown.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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DOES IT RUN YOU SAY? Only if I chase it.
Just finished it an hour ago.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"People don't kill people, guns do!"
and
"People don't kill burgers, wet buns do!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Curves, yep.
Permanent wetness.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shasta Dam's veterans and history.
http://vimeo.com/74129294
The 75th Anniversary Celebration to honor Shasta Dam and its workers was scheduled Sept. 14-21, 2013.
Rally wish I'd known about it. Double dang!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Hey Z...here's my red project that was once a pile of parts. Couldn't bear to paint the tank and side covers...can't buy that patina!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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when it was just parts
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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close....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mosto Betto, Throwpie!
I was visiting with Skip Johnson last night.
He's good. He's not Norwegian, he's Adopted.
His mom's family back in Iowa are all "Weejes," he informed me.
Nice project, dudes.
Speaking of projects ~
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Isn't that damn shasta project the one that was supposed to end up with the faces of MFM, Donini, Crimpie & Pat Ament carved in the rock.
Good work T-Pie. In the rather immortal (could be mistaken, may be immoral) words of MFM - do it run?
Dadoorunrun.
Fonzie said that.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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It runs. Ring ding ding ding (with a Spanish accent)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 10, 2014 - 02:09am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 10, 2014 - 08:05am PT
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High-Tech Survey Exposes Hidden Stonehenge (at Shasta Dam site).
... using ground-penetrating radar, high-resolution magnetometers and other techniques to peer deep into the soil ...
The project produced detailed maps of 17 previously unknown ritual monuments and a huge timber building, which is thought to have been used for burial ceremonies ...
The building appears to hold remnants of Italian motorcycle ...
Some images bear striking resemblence to MFM, Donini, Crimpie, Pat Ament ...
Who's Next?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 10, 2014 - 08:45am PT
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Does this mean they've finished their bucket list? Who's Next?
6.535 million bash.
[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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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:06am PT
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"Play 'Shibboleth' for me, Pilgrim."
Gilead then cut Ephraim off from the fords of the Jordan, and whenever Ephraimite fugitives said, 'Let me cross,' the men of Gilead would ask, 'Are you an Ephraimite?' If he said, 'No,' they then said, 'Very well, say "Shibboleth" (שבלת).' If anyone said, "Sibboleth" (סבלת), because he could not pronounce it, then they would seize him and kill him by the fords of the Jordan. Forty-two thousand Ephraimites were killed on this occasion.
—Judges 12:5–6, NJB
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibboleth
Corn, ears of grain, shibboleths.
Stream, torrent.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:16am PT
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i gotta say, man.
this is the most
incoherent thread.
it's so random
that entropy
is taking notes.
wayward on,
fare mouse.[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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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:30am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
just the one amber ale, so far.
gonna go for one more.
then the india pale ale.
both produced by taproom 21, NYC.
i finished off the Shebeen Shandy.
i'm gettin' all misty.
"shay there hey, weej, say, 'shay sandy for me, shibboleth.'"
ur a bad role model but a bad-ash climber.
it's friday and i love u still.
i'm glad as freakin' hell u don't drink tequila.
it'd surely kill me.
oops, wrong thread.
WTF.
sorry about the upper case.
i'm getiin' hammered, i guess.
weej, i knew u were up.
i smelled coffee-flavored beer.
waywords carefully and u can't get ur point across so dramatically, or somethin'.
my point is udually so pointless it's pointless to try explaining anything.
which may explain a lot.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:34am PT
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Reba' Mouse
the irish in the norwegian is showing ...Blarney!
Norwegian
I went to the high school where the Velvet played their first Gig long before I was a 'student' at that Institution: Summit High!
Pete calling 'pass the Piton'
friday drunk posting Starting now No PM Necessary
Also No MP needed for the Gnome ( I have got to stay off that shite )
I,m right behind ya, Mouse, Limes and Beam, yhough ....(hmmm ruroo I usually hit the R by mistake) though
in moderation till the suns' OVER the "yard arm" (have I got that right?)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:52am PT
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norwegian is my second language, base.
i been to reba and slackcountry leads to the moke wildness in all of us.
http://adventuresportsjournal.com/snow_sports/backcountry-skiing/a-slackcountry-attitude
i've mellowed since the seventies.
the sun's over the yardarm somewhere, innit?
here comes the s.o.b. now!
and he looks like breakfast.it's a weird egg, grown using the organic dregs of "tea" grown in the moke wildness by small people who call themselves trollies.
they claim kinship with terries and firmies.
they love this song by creamy, the group from the british aisles.
[Click to View YouTube Video]moke water's great for brewin' either coffee or "tea" or "other."
will the real roger/rodger please stand up?
aisle see u around the campfire, base, one of these days, and tipple and toke.
oops! clean-up on isle nine, middle earth.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 12, 2014 - 07:16am PT
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Smoke Hole Canyon West Virginia (had to type that last word twice);o
I thought it was a joke,
it was not
'Ronin'.Michael Gray ,self published his years of fine scratchings,
it all makes me look kinda like a 'tard as I think about letting out a big fart
of my non
accomplish ments in some sort of guide book,
I do not Believe in guidebooks, per say,
look up the rock and try what you see.
,If you can't find it, what makes you think you can climb it ?
but some ones gonna do it(a guidebook) and I climbed all that choss first.
Sorry about that Mr Merced, Sir Mouse, No disrespect meant, the morning Bourbon Whiskey was speaking,
I was not thinking that happens to me
and now after noon I am so sorrreeeeeeey
link gone, just between the Norwegian, You and me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2014 - 07:39am PT
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u'd be wiser to guess, not knowing.
lou reed's advice, certainly.
the firmies loved the velvet underground.
the terries taught them how to climb, but they just went on splunkin', too stoned to move.
jebus, i love u, man! u get to go out & climb & sh!t & i'm stuck in the next thing to lodi.
but i had my day & i'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run.
enjoy urs, tacoans.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:12pm PT
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More cool Bridges.[Click to View YouTube Video]WTF?
I'd like to take the opportunity to thank the staff of YCA/Reservations...It seems you've passed over my request.
One week left, plans and people coming together, and I STILL have no clue.
I've emailed several times, Mo.
So TODAY, an apparently automatic reply comes with a "NO, you have no reservation, essentially."
I have a mind to give up living and go drinking instead.
Pass the Thunderbird.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"I feel like somebody peed on my rug, Walter..."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 12, 2014 - 08:06pm PT
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Lou's reed - probably want to be careful that ligature
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 12, 2014 - 08:19pm PT
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Goin'down the road feelin' good
Chuck Negron and a "backing band that plays flawless: Godfrey Townsend (guitar & backing vocals), John Montagna (bass guitar & backing vocals) Steve Murphy (drums & backing vocals) Manny Focarazzo (keyboards)"
[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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Sep 13, 2014 - 12:03am PT
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Oh, Justin...'nature is my middle name' of Soyo:
Shooting people is just a game.
They all want to pose.
Nature, although it has no choice, has wind, clouds, blocked views...it's all a crap shoot out there. It's fun to defeat the elements. It's like climbing, see.
I envy your ability to get out and up and to find the hidey-holes where nature's treasures abide.
I certainly appreciated your comment on my people images, too. Thanks.
MfStop
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Sep 13, 2014 - 12:18am PT
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Greetings fellow travelers
how flickers the flame?
I just wanted to come in
from the cold,
it's warm here.
I will leave some lightness
and be on my merry way
no end.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 04:03am PT
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Welcome and farewell, Wayno.
It's been too long.
Going to Oakdale is gonna be fun.
I don't know about our Facelift, though.
Tad, here's the message I've gotten from Mo.
Thank you for your interest in YOSEMITE FACELIFT 2014
The free camping spots in Yellow Pines, Upper Pines and Camp4 have been filled. There are a few spots left in Tuolumne Meadows.
If you would like to be put on the waitlist for if/when space becomes available, please make sure we have the names and dates of arrivals/departures for each person in your party.
If you have sent me a previous email just sit back a bit as I get to your request. It's a juggle!
One thing left, which I've been avoiding, that is to email her worship Lucky Pink via PM, which is something I deem necessary if I want to attend.
Waiting list? Bull.
I'll get back on this. I can't let it get to me. It's clerical BS and Mo is too cool to not be able to do something about it.
It's a classic, textbook case of unintentional butt-hurt, very similar to the raid on Pearl Harbor, which we all know was the result of a mundane clerical error gone wild.
What would The Dude do?
"Volkswagens! WTF!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 05:49am PT
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"Tickets/stubs available from a combination of beautiful people."Merced, Turlock, Chowchilla, Madera, Fresno, Modesto faux postmarks, name of ticket vendor.
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anita514
Gym climber
Great White North
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Sep 13, 2014 - 05:54am PT
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I don't get it
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 05:59am PT
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It's not morning yet? Yer on the West Coast?
ARE YOU PULLING MY LEG, Anita514, aka:
little miss 5 X 5,
the walking refrigerator,
the pig of the north woods,
the beast who talks,
the mysterious selfie the nemophilist,
seldom-seen except in pictures taken mostly by herself?
That's a joke. :0)
And before you say, "So are you," well, I know that.
Yesterday a.m. it was norwegian...today it's incomprehensible.
You remind me of a certain blonde.
[Click to View YouTube Video]She's not blonde then. She was smarter, too.
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anita514
Gym climber
Great White North
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Sep 13, 2014 - 09:16am PT
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Miss 5 x 5?
A pig?
Thanks??
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 09:32am PT
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Bed without breakfast for you! But no clean sheets...
Can't take a little rib? No, cuz you gotta have 'em all! Ha Ha.
You are not a target of hate, quite the contrary.
I have come to view you as a sort of little bratty sister.
Nyah.
IF you were way overweight, you would likely still out-climb MY sorry scrawny butt.
As Spider Savage says:
1,000 words, free of charge. SASE to...The Flames.
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Spider Savage
Mountain climber
The shaggy fringe of Los Angeles
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Sep 13, 2014 - 09:36am PT
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Mouse is the "morning mello" of Supertopo.
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anita514
Gym climber
Great White North
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Sep 13, 2014 - 11:16am PT
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I can take a couple/3 ribs.. just didn't get the 5 x 5 comment.
Don't worry Mouse, I won't beat you up unless you ask me to.
Spider: What kinda car?
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Sep 13, 2014 - 12:22pm PT
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Sitting alone in the den watching the eel
Help me find my way home watching the eel
Burrows it's head in the sand, daylight has come
There shall be rest in a while, daylight has come
I can not reveal the words of the golden eel
Who can explain all these thoughts racking my mind
An endless barrage of sh#t racking my mind
The eel offered his help I can't understand
Speaking it's truth from the bank now I can see
I can not reveal the words of the golden eel
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 13, 2014 - 02:00pm PT
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ol' moose de merced is mixing up his metaphors again he meant
12 X 5
Notice that Rosetta ("Tharp" the Sixth) Stone was not allowed on the cover of this one. Speaking metaphorically of course.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 02:07pm PT
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My snotty little brother Tim, the alpine skier, called Fat Chicks that.
As in you needed to walk around them...
He's probably not aware of the term "rock climbing" as it's used in balling a BBW. He's such a prude down under the cool...
Dare I listen to Ween's Eel?
I could easily make a rhyme, a couple couplets about elvers, juvenile eels.
I'm an ancient juvenile.
Ely, NV, was home to my great-aunt Mickey, or Mildred. (No, I'll stick with Mickey, otay?)
I will be going on the bus, hopefully meeting with GLee at the local Amtrak.
Robert E. Lee, which leads to Big Pink, which leads to Lucky Pink and the fact that my Facelift camping reservation is in the bag with the cats.
The Best of The Band/The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3JaosE-gZE
"...and all the people were singin'..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 03:00pm PT
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BossJulia and Mighty Hungry, holding up the apple.No trouble in Paradise with these two cleaning up after us.
See ya to da mop buckets, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 04:34pm PT
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An important part of the Miss 5 X 5 Internationle Competition revolves around memories--not what one might expect, eh?
The Geography Quiz is always entertaining.
A Texas flake, oh,
She hailed from Waco
She failed the test so
She took to the street, ho
"See the attention who, George. He reminds me of yo."--Goodnight Gracie
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 05:14pm PT
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Liz grew up big and beautiful.
Some might say she grew up all wrong.
I don't care.
MooseDrool could fast.
We know who would last.
[Click to View YouTube Video]From 12 X 5, oddly. Or evenly. No mo' controversy this aft.
Shot of Tres Culturas Blanco is in order.
I'd pour you one, Anita, were you here.
Damn, that was nice.
Makes me want to go play on the river road at night.
I can hear the bullfrog callin' me.
NOT an "epic" cover, but adequate, given the personnel/Green River
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B33s42EWavA
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 05:49pm PT
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I will be leaving shortly for a ramble into the wild blue re-sett sunsent.
It's up to you to prevent the forces of nature from behaving badly while I'm out photographing Sol's daily goodnight, Gracie. Can I depend on you?
"Of course, George. Where is that new box of Depends, anyway?"
Faux pas de Mama, or,
Forces of Nature.
Courtesy of National Geographic, nature porn at it's near-finest. Scanned by me--I'm not giving credits cuz they're a giant pain in the rear.
"As the buildings were destroyed, black, dusty smoke was thrown up," a survivor told an Al Jazeera reporter. "Then the tsunami swallowed up the smoke."
"How did fish, twice the length of those pre-eruption rainbows, reappear?"
"It injected more particulate into the stratosphere than any eruption since Krakatoa did in 1883. Over the following months, the aerosols formed a global layer of sulfuric acid haze. Global temperatures dropped by about 0.5 °C (0.9 °F) in the years 1991-93, and ozone depletion temporarily increased substantially."--yes, I'm citing Wiki; ironic, isn't it
"By Jupiter!" "Gramps, you mean 'OMG.'"
Whales calling out in the desert to Neptune's deaf ear.
"STicks and STones, my friend. That's the ticket."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 13, 2014 - 09:11pm PT
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Lou's Reed never played to no stinkin' chimps
Jane on the other hand is sweet
John SB Leaky said that (Seymour Bazett for the unitiated)
Sorry for all the ads, but somebodey has to apy for all that monkey chow ... er ... bananas
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 09:59pm PT
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Well, the Callin' Doves, the attn. hos, have been chased out of the temple of Taco.
We must learn to live with out our "little darlings," our brilliant posts and ripostes which found their way into that missing thread.
The question now should be not Where Did the Hos Head, but rather, What Serial Are You Watching Now?
STarring me as Flash, neebee as Eve Arden, weej as the Emperor of Minn., zBhrown as Dr. Zharkov, and Pslilocyborg as the Cyborg Master. T Hocking plays the Rocket, "Chip."
Parts, segments are missing. We only have part one of thirteen. When we find the rest, the Death Star will make an appearance.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Sulfur-Yellow Planet is the target and the Force of Nature is not with it. I fear that orb is doomed.
STay tombed, raiders.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 13, 2014 - 10:04pm PT
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ShaZaam, dude. Can I get some fries with that?
Merced Mouse Club - daily at 5:00 PM
[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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Sep 13, 2014 - 10:21pm PT
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Serial Climber Knocks Off AstroMan!!!
Alex phone home!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
He is not of us.
Yet he is the leader.
Ironic, eh?
"I like getting high off the ground."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2014 - 10:43pm PT
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What happened to Yippie-yu?
More questions.
I can answer that one. (My little girl is a lawyer.)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Somtimes, the feeling is right
You fall in love for the first time
Heartbeat, and kisses so sweet
Summertime love in the moonlight
Ah-yippie-yi-yu
Ah-yippie-yi-yeah
Ah-yippie-yi-yu-ah
--Aqua
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2014 - 12:32am PT
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THE DECADE THAT GOT DELETED
Dreams are fleeting,
Sheep are bleating,
While wolves are eating,
Everyone's cheating.
I could rhyme deleting
But that would be repeating
What was said by Stephen Keating
About the crappy seating
In Valhalla on Judgement Day.
The heroes were on trial for their honor:
Say the wrong things you're a goner.
"No words, just actions,' said Hizzoner.
Say, Lynn's halo looks good on her.
Now-old moms and even older dads,
Some of whom were college grads,
Soon came to live in old C4,
First by the few, then by the score.
The scene was over:
No more clover.
Dissing, fistfights,
Calling names;
Bolting wars,
Real stupid games.
And we're lost in the eighties again....
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 14, 2014 - 12:55am PT
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3:50am est
O
I promised my self that I would not post
I should just go away
Your pictures are Grand
That is all I can say
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2014 - 01:09am PT
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Reba Mouse and Reba Mac thank(s) you.
This was her first effort, which "failed to become a major hit on the Billboard country music chart."[Click to View YouTube Video]She don't wanna be a one-night stand.
Maybe an end table, though...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2014 - 09:34am PT
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Eyeball rest.
Sunday best.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 14, 2014 - 10:29am PT
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Why don't you track down Mr. Honnold and make a video from The Flames point of view, if you know what I mean?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2014 - 03:42pm PT
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I could sell him on anything. We're both of The North Face, are we not?
We have nothing left to which we can sell out.
We are both wholesale and retail "solid doves," if you know what I mean.
What would Madison do?
Bury his Dolley in chocolate syruple
And boogie till the cows turn purple.
Zappa might say, "It's of no commercial potential, is it?"
But we might could get all presidential on it and be using greenbacks for bog paper before the purple bovines make it home.
I could contact Al Yankovich, too. He might have a spin on that.
"He thought he was Royal..." No, he did that Lorde thing. Hmmm...
Whaddya say, Anita? You could hang around the set all day and there'd be a guy to take 'stills' so you'd not have to do selfies. :0)
It could lead to something brilliant for all of us...like Alice's Restaurant Massacre led to fame and fortune for that tribe from Woodstock.
I have this in mind for part of a sound track, though.
I Googled Robert Palmer plus Frank Zappa and got Peggy Sue![Click to View YouTube Video]
"Ostinato e sustenuto, baby!"
Psilocybog, you need to read Dough Robinson's newest bewk. http://www.facebook.com/dougrobinsonclimbs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2014 - 05:55pm PT
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Spinato and Marti, two bold South American heroes, take to the high road.
The two intrepid boys from the Triple R stop to chow down, but they are immediately surrounded by hungry, hungry Slovakians on their annual pilgrimage.
[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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Sep 14, 2014 - 06:35pm PT
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See what a little Dough Robinson does for your imagination.Thanks for the inspiring presentation last Facelift, Doug!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 14, 2014 - 06:48pm PT
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Where were you in 1971, specifically September 19?
"We got a new song for ya, some of you probably ain't heard it" (1971-09-19)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 14, 2014 - 06:59pm PT
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Details you say?
Statement of Purpose: To preserve and make accessible, online, books and other writings about Yosemite National Park.
http://www.yosemite.ca.us/library/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2014 - 09:42pm PT
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Where were you in '81? Me, I was watching outtakes and bloopers from un-used film from American Grafitti with Harrison Ford, selling my house to Glen Ford's nephew, Ford Chevy Ford, and trying not to climb any aid with friends whose names ended in 'y.' I was superstitious following my divorce.
We saved the lake, of course.
We owe it all to Chevron and its PEOPLE.I love this owl. He thinks he may be endangered, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2014 - 10:05am PT
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Sep 15, 2014 - 10:15am PT
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Mouse, there's a lake exactly like yer Lk Quill in Kenai Fjords NP.
I've a pic of it somewhere. Don't hold yer breath.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2014 - 12:31pm PT
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I can't hold my breath...I'm too high up and need all the O2 I can get!
Lafayette Escadrille
Can't get the movie without renting it.
A Tab Hunter flick, Clint Eastwood bit part in it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lafayette_Escadrille
Gervais Raoul Lufbery
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gervais_Raoul_Lufbery
Talk about unsung.
The Great War In the Air (@ 8:00 mins.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0a_zDgvmNQ
Bar fighting barnstormers
Now we have Transformers
Here's to the lads of the Kosciusko Escadrille. What? No Americans volunteered to fight for Poland when Germany invaded?
MOOOOSE! What do you know of this? We stick our big stupid noses into EVERYONE's business. I cannot believe...well, just cuz I never heard of something, ya know...that doesn't mean it never happened.
But truly, Poland by J. Michener, arch-jingoist, was a great novel. Too damned long, but that's what made it great--for a doorstop or a paperweight!
Mila 18 was the one for me. Leon Uris' take on the Warsaw uprising. I had read it twice before I found out who Sal Mineo was.
I'll leave you with this, some relatively unsung performances, sung one time and archived.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
But there they are. Part of some of us. Waiting to become part of others.
NO STALGiAs NEED APPLE eye. Got lots.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 15, 2014 - 12:52pm PT
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I had occasion today to be searching for the Southland Pipe and Nipples Company. It turns out it's in Texas, but is not nearly as well documented as Yosemite.
Remember the Alamo?
I don't know if there is anything quite as interesting in the world of fasteners as the Marman Clamp, rumoured to have been developed by Bridwell or Jed Clampit.
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SC seagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz, or In What Time Zone Am I?
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Sep 15, 2014 - 01:01pm PT
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see you next week at FL, MouseMan.
Susan
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 15, 2014 - 02:29pm PT
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hey there say, all... just checking in... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2014 - 03:35pm PT
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Juszt Czechin' in...
A Russian scientist, Martinov, and a Czechoslovakian scientist, Moosenlipsz, had spent their whole lives studying the majestic grizzly bear. Each year they petitioned their respective governments to allow them to go to Yellowstone to study these wondrous beasts.
Finally, their request was granted and they immediately flew to New York and then west to Yellowstone. They reported to the local ranger station and were told by Ranger Spinato that it was the grizzly mating season and it was much too dangerous to go out and study the animals.
They pleaded that this was their only chance. The stupid ranger relented. The Russian and the Czech were given cell phones and told to report in each day.
For several days they called in, and then nothing was heard from the two scientists. The rangers mounted a search party and found the scientists' camp completely ravaged. There was no sign of the missing men.
They then followed the trail of a male and a female bear. They found the female and decided they must kill the animal to find out if she had eaten the scientists, because they feared an international incident. They killed the female and cut open the bear's stomach and, sure enough, found the grisly remains of Comrade Martinov.
Wernini, the much-relieved rescue and search maven, turned to the other and said, "You know what this means, don't you?"
"Of course," Ranger Spinato nodded. "The Czech is in the male."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2014 - 05:16pm PT
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A few words about the drought in California.
Screw the rest of the wannabes: harden the frick up.
We know drought.
This batch is from a National Geographic dated 2010, the end of the last frickin' drought.
California has more earthquakes than firkin droughts.
California has more people than earthquakes.
Now if the extra people would go away again, the finkin' drought might go with them.
I mostly blame the water, though.
It's basically dinosaur piss, melted glaciers, and acid rain anyway.
Sorry to be so Negevtive.
Hope Springs is in Hollywood, though, not Merced County.
Tommy Lee Jones & Meryl Streep...
[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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Sep 15, 2014 - 06:55pm PT
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Happiness runs in a circular motion while water simply runs downhill.
Unthinking slave to entropy, doing its job.
And thinking about happiness; visiting MooseDrool's country of Poland; and reading through your thoughts and views on the peculiar subject of "Happy," which is an emotion, not an actual, tangible "object" like a summit, I happened to think of Ilie Nastase.
It's strictly the last name which brought that thought to me. "Nasty" we called him. But I did not think 'ill' of Ilie. He fought against the brat, McEnroe BITD.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/tennis/article-2675717/John-McEnroe-jokes-Ilie-Nastase-looks-like-member-Village-People.html
John Mcenroe vs I. Nastase Head To Head
Year Name Round Surface Winning Player Losing Player Score
1980 Milan R32 Carpet John Mcenroe I. Nastase 6-1 6-4
1979 US Open R64 Hard John Mcenroe I. Nastase 6-4 4-6 6-3 6-2
1979 Richmond QF Carpet John Mcenroe I. Nastase 6-3 3-6 6-2
1978 WCT Invitational SF Clay I. Nastase John Mcenroe 6-3 7-6
1977 Virginia Beach SF Clay I. Nastase John Mcenroe 7-5 4-6 6-3
1977 Ocean City R16 Carpet I. Nastase John Mcenroe 7-5 6-4
Nasty quotes--
“I haven't reported my missing credit card to the police because whoever stole it is spending less than my wife.”
“If you have confidence you have patience. Confidence, that is everything.”
“My ambition is to do a good job. I never plan anything."
“Just give me a record. You give me a guitar, I'll probably hit a ball with it.”
"I am so-o-o glad I never had to play Andrzej Citkowitz. He's crazy-fast."
Say "Cheese" and hold it...POP! FLASH!
Nastalgia. Is that like rheumatism?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2014 - 07:13pm PT
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Climbing & rhyming...
Surfing & sailing...
Drag racing, hiking, biking...
Vacation trips, postcards, music variety...
Films, free university, fraternal vibes...
What is this thread REALLY about, again?
Well, I'll tellya...but first a word from my new sponsor, the USCBL, the United STates Crotch Ball League, traveling to YOUR town next spring and summer!
These athletes have the world's most ruthless, hardcore coach EVER in the history of the game.
His name is Bobby Ballboy.
"It's not Riggs, it's Ballboy, dammit! Gimme nine sets!"
[Click to View YouTube Video]These are actors, not the real deal. It's a shoestring ad budget, see. There are ties with Adidas, though, and Lipton Tea. They're hesitating.
They'll lose out, of course, because of their woeful lack of confidence in my planning...
[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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Sep 15, 2014 - 08:02pm PT
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TENNIS COURT
Don't you think that it's boring how people talk
Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored
Because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it
Never not chasing a million things I want
And I am only as young as the minute is full of it
Getting pumped up on the little bright things I bought
But I know they'll never own me
(Yeah)
Baby be the class clown
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Pretty soon I'll be getting on my first plane
I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my head's filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flames
How can I f*#k with the fun again, when I'm known
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them
Everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne
But I know it's not forever
(Yeah)
Baby be the class clown
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
It looked alright in the pictures (yeah)
Getting caught's half of the trip though, isn't it?
I fall apart with all my heart (yeah)
And you could watch from your window (yeah)
[Laughs]
And you can watch from your window
Baby be the class clown
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah
(Yeah)
HAPPY
Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants.
Never made a school mama happy,
Never blew a second chance.
I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Always took candy from strangers,
Didn't wanna get me no trade.
Never want to be like papa,
Working for the boss ev'ry night and day.
I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy.
Baby, won't ya keep me happy.
Baby, please keep me
I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Never got a flash out of cocktails,
When I got some flesh off the bone.
Never got a lift out of Lear jets,
When I can fly way back home.
I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Happy was originally conceived as a more comically tragic character....Happy's favorite foods are Soup and Gooseberry pie.
It's no wonder. It's a Scandinavian blessing, right from Solvang, on the west coast of North America, north of Santa Barbara, south from San Jose.
Do you know the way to San Solvang? Or Buellton? Or 1955?
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Hap-pea" and "Pea-Wee."
Used to be a Pea soup Andersen's over in Mammoth, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 15, 2014 - 11:48pm PT
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In addition to a healthy diet (I wish I was a hunter), for a well-balanced life one needs SOME exercise and SOME dough-roy-me.
Lola the Berserk recommends twenty minutes a day, full out and a roll of about 100,000 DM.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Coach Ballboy approves this message.
JUST LIKE A REDHEADED FORREST
or "Lola Quits Her Dye Job"
I wish I was a hunter
In search of different food
I wish I was the animal
Which fits into that mood
I wish I was a person
With unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat
That never comes to rest
I wish I was a hunter
In search of different food
I wish I was the animal
Which fits into that mood
I wish I was a stranger
Who understands the sky
I wish I was a starship
When Saturn's flying by
I wish I was a princess
With armies at her hand
I wish I was a ruler
Who'd make them understand
Never
(I wish)
Never say never
(I wish)
Never
(I wish)
Say never
I wish I was a writer
Who sees what is yet unseen
I wish I was a prayer
Expressing what I mean
I wish I was a forest
Of trees that do not hide
I wish I was a clearing
No secrets left inside
{All for the love of Manni Deutschmartz}
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2014 - 12:16am PT
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"Cheese!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2014 - 09:32am PT
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For Garth, Bart, and Calvin, All-American Boys.
And All All-British Boy Band lovers.
Tell me these men are not boys at heart.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oh, never mind...
It doesn't matter:
Easy come, easy go.
It's easy to blame old Scaramouche for anything, did you know that? He's like a blame figure, and is described in texts on personality.
Blame = Intent + Consequence - Extenuation - Personal Goodness
This being a formula acceptable to most academics, feel free to use it to bargain with next time you are faced with being banned from ST.
You need to work on CMac's and the moderators' "impression formation" factors and WORK IT, BABY! "Moderate the moderator" and "Impress the Boss" with your lack of deceit, your gormless behaviour, especially if you're British...like Blakey, say... and show them a lack of fear...hey, I could care less, because nothing really matters...and modesty...that's a toughie for many of us, admittedly...and you'd be surprised what you might get away with.
You'll want to avoid being perceived as "sneaky and deceptive." It might be more to your advantage to be seen as "cowardly and boastful," too. It probably depends...so wing it till you're sure, then go ahead, like Davey Crockett said, and keep that coonskin cap pulled down tight.
You don't want to be called on all four traits as that is surely gonna work against you. A "sneaky and dishonest" dude would seem to be more acceptable (they've done probes on this in their orbiting space vehicles, too, as well as at UCB and other hot spots of personality study) when probing for dishonesty in the personality of some other dude who is labeled as "sneaky and dishonest and cowardly and boastful." That guy has to go sit on the Group W bench, sorry.
I have carefully assembled pics to either prove my position, improve my position, or to impress the ladies.
Just trying to get everyone on the same page, in the same litter box, and telling the same relatively harmless 'truths.'
And just being 'nicer' and thus becoming a true 'person of interest.'
Bankers and lawyers excepted. And the leaders and the parking meters and anyone else who can afford to buy their way out of their problems.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ask not what rSin's forgotten, scrapped, and probably illegal programs might have done for you, but what they will do for our Taco.
At least the man was honest and stuck to his guns (which were really loaded with blanks).
And his intentions were good.
Later on The Flames may have a presentation of Shades of John Gray. A little taste of things to come:
http://www.quotecollection.com/author/john-gray/
No graphs. No tables. No chairs. No fees. The Free U of Taco. Middle Earth campus is only like Columbia U in that it's urban. Well, rural/urban. See me at Facelift to talk about YOUR personality and anyone else's, for that matter. We'll 'shovel some dirt.'
Just remember, "Payback's its own reward."
"I AM NOT A THIEF. I'M a cowardly lyin' s.o.b."--RMN
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2014 - 07:36pm PT
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I'm feeling a little uninspired this afternoon, or evening.
I've spent a lot of time sleeping to make up for my recent insomnia.
When I awoke, just over an hour ago, my thoughts drifted to coffee, tea, and more rest.
Then I noticed the National Geographics.
"Deja vu one more time."
But in the early eighties. Likely, listening to Queen and not to Ween is partly responsible, and no offense, Psilocyborg, it's just me and my ears, not you and yours...yours are far younger and hear more.
My hearing is distorted by mental echoes.
But before I begin, let me say bravo to the moderation committee for doing away with the notorious Locker-look-alike, tamph91. No offense, Locker...he was by all reports as handsome as Hugh Grant, but he had a problem with hookers, hook moves, and his kids kept reporting on his activities to the Mrs. He was bound to fall.
Baslow Edge isn't so high. He may have lived through the experiences he had here on the Taco. I believe I'm the only one who fell into the troll trap he set.
I was so happy that I at long last got some z's that when I awoke, I made some iced coffee. Sumatran? No, Colombian, "the bes' kind."
Unfortunately, the only photos I have of Colombia are of Columbia.
And I have no interest in the town up near Sonora, the tourist trap to beat all tourist traps, but a good source for the study of America's unrestricted greed.
As to the coffee I'm drinkin', it's not decaffeinated. Who needs that garbage? I'm kind of picky about that. I feel the process robs the cup of its taste and me of A FIX.A stimulating afternoon at the Tokyo House of Klatsch, where customers pay to be buried in coffee as a medical treatment. Dont try this at Starbuck's.
Yes, Mount Pinatubo's sulfites are in most of our coffee, Ron...as are monkey-doo and tigers' hairs and rhino droppings, also.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumatran_rhinoceros
Coffee is way better and more stimulating than rhino horn, a huge scam and a serious breach of nature's peace when bought on the black markets of the world. But rhino horn is not just used in that way. In the land of Yemen, the ancient home of coffee, they prize these trad knives, the handles of which are made from a rhino's horn.
Attenborough and the blind rhino calf.
http://www.wimp.com/rhinocalf/
Stay tuned for more from the Down to Earth Geography and Coffee Company, brought to you in part by Fletcher's Family Tours.
http://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g294226-d3329613-Reviews-Down_to_Earth_Ubud-Bali.html#photos
I need to go a-johnning, so excuse me for a bit. Amuse yourselves. Get happy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2014 - 05:13am PT
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Ah, DMT, it's all burning up, what isn't burning down.
You knew it would happen this summer.
Let's hope it ends in a flood, because that would be something to write home about.
I hope the 88 remains un-charred this autumn.
Michael Kennedy of mercedmusic.com posted these and I figured you'd like to see'um.
44 years ago on Highway 88.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Aussies, the Eighty-Eights.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2014 - 05:53am PT
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This was the day on which the Rev picked me up and we drove to Hunter Valley to see that burn and its damage--it was a pipsqueak compared to the ones we have going.
Thanks, God.
Big Mike & Sandra, drop in if you can.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 18, 2014 - 09:46am PT
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...............Smoke on the water...................
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2014 - 01:07pm PT
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Like, Man, A Simple Timely Metaphor
Big Mike's and Sandra's Odyssey is a new forest fire burning in a straight line, uncontrolled and igniting all in its path.
The Flames is an old forest fire which began decades ago, then went underground for all that time, smoldered in the coals of yesterday, but which has re-surfaced and now has burned too big and they can't figure what it will do next or where it will break out.
And Kerouac started it with a roll of TP and a cigarette butt.
Ten million bucks bail! Sheep-DIP!
This version is amazingly clear or the wax melted from my ear.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 19, 2014 - 10:48am PT
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Weird stuff happens - Sept. 19, 2000. I had forgotten all about this.
Paul used to date my sister-in-law and drove the street sweeper in La Crescenta. His death in Goss Canyon still seems to be a mystery.
Cave Death of Diver Still a Puzzle
Accident: Paul Hayden, a highly trained Air Force rescuer, lost his life in area he explored as a child. Family and colleagues are stunned.
LA CRESCENTA — The accident was freakish enough--a diver getting trapped in an old, murky well, his safety rope hopelessly tangled as he fought for air.
But the fact that it happened to Paul Francis Hayden, say those close to him, is truly unexplainable.
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Hayden was a U.S. Air Force pararescue jumper, a member of one of the most elite, best-trained units in the military, a tightly muscled 39-year-old who plunged from helicopters and swam against currents and hoisted hurt fisherman from frothy seas.
Hayden died Sunday during a recreation dive in Goss Canyon in which he suffocated in an 85-year-old abandoned well blasted out of a mountainside.
His colleagues at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Ariz., were stunned when they learned about the accident. Hayden, who joined the Air Force's equivalent of the Navy SEALS in 1986, was a full-time pararescue instructor known for his caution and reserve.
http://www.itrsonline.org/PapersFolder/2001/Lonsdale2001_ITRSPaper.pdf
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2014 - 01:28am PT
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For the Youth of America today.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Get yer mind off of the nineteenth, my friend, zBrown. It does no good. Everyone dies; but I can't speak from experience.
If you pledge now, to aid the (my) effort to free the "something something something"...and vow to be as antagonistic to LEOs in general (not just the NPS) as you can, you're going to that Big Beautiful Vee, the vale Yosemite, as a reward for lack of respect for authority..
Flying nearly 200 mph, you're gonna be the Jefferson Airplane's idol!
Two hundred a month! And women!
They don't care what you do or say. It's paradise!
[But check with the Official Scorekeeper.]
38 men in the ground crew?
He's the same rank as the fliers?
He's the only one to free the Stovelegs?
He's one of the leaders of technological technology for the USNPS's elite LEO Force, the LEO/NPS(SAR)?
We will lick the Axis, meld with the Matrix. and may even qualify for Captain at forum thiry five a month.
Listen to Jimmy Stewart as you would to Chuck or to Chongo or to Chuck Chongo or to norwegian, but remember, YOUR wings are waiting
cuz yer gonna DIE!
And everyone gets as many wings and ribs as they feel like havin'.
Halos are never free, however.
And later this morning, Welcome to the Taco Pig Bird Rally!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2014 - 05:40am PT
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Boring, I know.
But here cometh the flocking birds of Friday's Mourning Show, brought to you by Dove Lotion.There were no hawks lurking this mornng.
Dove Lotion #9.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 20, 2014 - 08:37am PT
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Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. Oh! Who's to blame?
Rope up out there on those "free"ways
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2014 - 09:45pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I posted some pix on Facebook.
neebee commented grate job
MooseDroll commented I have strange taste
I missed GLee at the Amtrak tonight.
He arrived and looked around for the Red Roadent I drove last year to Faclift. He didn't know that I'd sold it and was on my way walking over there from Middle Earth.
We just missed one another, I'm certain.
The train station and I are not on the same page, here lately. I must accept my tardiness as the base cause of this situation and move on.
Looking on the bright side, there was an exceptional sunset tonight and it was very dark over the Sierran heights, so much so that it was an unbroken wall of grayness tinged with faint glow from the lowering sun, one which made me wonder if it might be a bad night in the hills, with lightning. God, not that, PLEASE!
It was a bad moon a-risin' early this morning, though, an orangish crescent.
There was a peaceful protest march against drugs, led by relatively quiet motorcycle enthusiasts (who I didn't bother photographing since I got lots of shots from 9/11). It was noonish: The Farmers' Market hadn't closed yet.
I liked what I saw from my window later after coming home from the depot.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 05:32am PT
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"It started in Poland as cheese, but it ended up in Belgium as copralites [sic]."
Whatever they are.
And that ended up asGoprolites. Whatever they are. [Click to View YouTube Video]
No controversy, zBrown simply is not spell-chucking at his usually excellent eighth grade level. I cannot help, as a freind, intervening.
Coors Light, anyone?
For much of its history, Coors beer was a regional product and its marketing area was confined to the American west. This made it a novelty on the East Coast, and visitors returning from the western states often brought back a case. This iconic status was reflected in the 1977 movie Smokey and the Bandit, which centered around an illegal shipment of Coors from Texas to Georgia. The company finally established nationwide distribution in the United States in the mid-1980s.
In 1959, Coors became the first American brewer to use an all-aluminum two-piece beverage can.[3] Also in 1959, the company abandoned pasteurization and began to use sterile filtration to stabilize its beer.[3] Coors currently operates the largest aluminum can producing plant in the world, known as the Rocky Mountain Metal Container (RMMC), in Golden, Colorado. RMMC is a joint venture between Ball Metal and Coors, having been founded in 2003.
In the 1970s, Coors invented the pollution-free push tab can. However, consumers disliked the top and it was discontinued soon afterward.
Coors Light was introduced in 1978. The longtime slogan of "Silver Bullet" to describe Coors Light does not describe the beer, but rather the silver-colored can in which the beer is packaged. Coors Light was once produced in "yellow-bellied" cans like the full-strength Coors, but when the yellow coloring was removed and the can was left mostly silver, many dubbed the beer the "Silver Bullet".--Wikipedia
Negra Modelo, anyone? Is the moon over the yard arm yet?
Sliver Bullet, anyone?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 06:47am PT
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I'm not just meth-ing around; most of what I do here seems to lack purpose: That's a surprise?!
It's not Wikipedia, here Flames-wise. We don't need no stinkin' verivacations or citations in most situations, because if someone calls us on "facts" they get a free one of these. Just one, for now, and another if you need one.These make terrible bivvy food, BTW. I found this out with Millis on the scenic West Face of the Leaning Tower of Power.
We might have had a better time with this fine product.
I was e-chatting with neebee about roaches and bicycles recently. And in a way, cabbages. She mentioned her garden and how it's nearly time to prepare it for the winter, or something like it.
I want you to know, neebee, that we will send you a Facelift postcard, signed by the Mice and any of the posters who can manage to find room on the one I have selected to send from the YOSEMITE POST OFFICE:
YNP, CA. 95389
To TV producers everywhere:
Avoid Spelling Errors. Stop casting Porosity, Charity, Tori, or any other of your cherished little darling daughters, in lead roles.
zBrown has no problems there. As I indicated, There IS No Controversity. there IS, however, a Naked City and it's across from Yosemite Lodge.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:List_of_controversial_issues
So, before you accuse me of anything, go and take a look at that list, then take a look at this:
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"And don't call my daughter no more."
Winging it this morning with iced coffee.
Naked City Blues
There's a place where we all go
Among the pines and the LEOs,
Sweet home, in Camp 4.
When I'm walkin' there,
Yeah, I walk real slow.
When I'm walkin' there,
Ya gots to know.
My feets ain't fast,
And my guitar hand,
It sure ain't "slow."
My feet ain't fast,
They're just real slow.
They move to their own rhythm,
And it's real slow.
If I were a sloth, pretty mama,
There'd be just one toe.
Tomorrow is Monday, spray day, not today, as I said earlier. I lose track of the days now I'm retired. What you have to look forward to may be different. Keep eating that gingko biloba and drinking strange herbal teas and run screaming whenever someone lights a cigarette, which might just be more effective in the long run than a lecture on the evils of smoking in public from a tobacco nazi ever could be...
Tobacco; coffee; and let's not get into guns, as that would be controverting, which, when all is said and done, simply means denial of the truth, or 'turth.' Besides, we've talked about bullets, so there, Ron.
Remember, good spellers are just lucky to be wired that way.
Feline, run away!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 08:33am PT
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Coprolites from many animals have been found, including dinosaurs. Dinosaur coprolites up to 40 cm (16 inches) in diameter have been found, probably from a ...
Sounds about right, but obviously the author is not aware of the alternate spelling opproved by the Fecal Analysis Consortium (in Belgium, 1945).
Below: North Dakota "cp's" (also an approved version). Give me a home where the buffalo roamed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 08:48am PT
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Bambi's mother, you gum-toter. :0)
Pampered little baaam'bi,
Couldn't say bird.
Traded in flower
Got a raw turd.
"Tur-DUH!
Her name May be Faline, Otay?
Or May Baleen, in which case, we have reversal of evolution. Whales once had feet, but slow feet, probably.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:00am PT
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Maybe this grp.
Fall Line Rambler.[Click to View YouTube Video]She had some pretty salty licks.
"You fell for that old line?"
"No, I said I fell on The Line at the Leap."
[Click to View YouTube Video]These boys are from Virginia, Sally.
Pet Miss Sally, please, Ron?
"One for tomorrow, and one just for today."
Two fall lines, see. One which demarcates higher ground by a sharp declivity. Another, which water flows down the easiest, seeking its own level, and which a golfer checks when trying to sink that BIRDIE PUTT.
He gets down. He gets down. He gets down, down, down, down.
[Click to View YouTube Video]But Camillo is no motley. In fact, he's a sharp-dressed man and you know all about that, don't you, Mr. Mound House Fashion Plate?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:13am PT
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More I-Ron-A? Dude, let's go out and play!
Amen. I say, on Sunday morning, Amen. We can get in nine before the little woman gets home from mass.
Or get in that new choice route down by the old van next to the river.
I'm on the same page, in your corner, singing the same chorus...
Bust one for Chi-town, boys![Click to View YouTube Video]The jingle-jangle of a thousand lost souls!
Gettin' on up!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:40am PT
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I thought the 's' meant secret. Kinda like a members only thing.
Has anybody seen Andrew Staples?
Why, is he missing?
Courtesy of mouse (the other one & Kelly)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:52am PT
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I heard The Old Cheese Factory got fined for selling newer than old cheese, a false advertising claim, brought to court by Cheeses of Nazareth in the Mission.
Zeriously, Mouse?
Fazeeshushly, cBrown.
Cheese is a staple here in Middle. Especially Pepper Jack.
But not that pimp calls himself Pepper Jack and talks about himself in third person. Mouse don't like that "motherin' sh!t."
I won't mention "Fraggle Rock" in his presence, cuz PJ, he love that "Fraggle Rock."
I think Fraggle Rock is igneous, so ya gotta use a Bic, just to start. You end up so bent and wasted and hooked that you work your way up to a Bessemer Converter.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 10:59am PT
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Joe Capra's light shines in this vimeo.
http://vimeo.com/30581015
Iceland. Home of iced coffee. The Iceley Brothers, too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:10am PT
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This may be some coprolitization going on here.
This nipple has to be unscrewed, but so far it has just "screw you" to me.
Drilled a hole in it, put in a bolt, the bolt bent.
Aren't there a lot of bolt drillers on this site?
Next step? Why the old pitman arm puller trick of course. Screw the little nipple into the big nipple, clamp it down tight, put a breaker bar and ratchet on the bolt. It seems to me that maybe this was designed to last forever (obviously the designer needs to study metallurgy a bit more).
[
I would advise against staying tuned. This is gonna take a while.
EDIT: Researching this task - oops - courtesy of "technohead"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:14am PT
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If you choose to wait, then for your entertainment pleasure, this was popular when I was growing up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:17am PT
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I got my eye on you!!!
Glue the gun, now. Shoot him when he runs out of rope.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:28am PT
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Gilaffosaurus rex, from the CosmicCoprolite himself!!!
Dwain's the King of the Manips, a sub-tropical paradise-dwelling sub-tribe of the Supratacos, who dwell in the ethereal and speak in the 'Sublime dialectic.'
Good luck and put a new cap on the pipe when you are all done in there. You may need a snake. Call on Whitemeat.
I did not know that there is a Largo, MD. 20774 20792
Sho'nuf is. Seeg and you shall find.
Silver Bullet Band/Live in Largo 1981
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnUjWgfzYvg
Goin' to Katnapdu.
Namoustay.
Naw, gotta get my feet elevated, my mind out of the gutter, and c about some Datsun Z.
"No one needs me anyway."--Bob S.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 04:42pm PT
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http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Number/13122779
Larry Jokes about the rain at Sky River.
"What a great name!"
Larry 'Hoad/Scuz/Jokes/Moab' Jones, one of the cast of Apathy House, had lived in Seattle, in a slough of despond, making frozen pizzas and filling feather pillows to get along, driving a bunkum Oldsmopile, and reveling in his freedom from enlistment in the Nav, participated in Sky River.
He also got the luck to have attended Monterey Pop. This was all while I was doing time at Sandy Eggo, the next thing to Leavenworth to a lot of souls. Really, I didn't mind. Larry was always the cutting edge in our clique--the first to get Butterfield's LP, the first to get told to get a haircut by the HS dean of men, the ONLY one to have attended Sky, Altamont, and Monterey, and the only one to have driven a Studebaker in HS. A Commander, naturally, a naval officer rank.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 04:53pm PT
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For to make up for Ron's faked "Loss of Sack."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Even Royal's had jelly for legs, bet on it.
He's smiling because he remembered where he saw Andrew Staples or he just got a cold weenie from that chick.
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Roger Breedlove
climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Sep 21, 2014 - 05:50pm PT
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Hey Brian,
I just got the connection of Strange Brew and the new route you and I climbed in Tuolumne and named for the song. Who else was with us? I am not so sure that the route was that good, but the song is still great. Where did you find that clip. Do you know what happened to the route? I only have very old guide and it is not listed. Did we record it?
ps: It is Roger, without the clutter of the hard consonant stop of the vowel.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 06:07pm PT
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Say there, Big Haystack.
From Big Mike's and Sandra's Too-Long Gong Show,
or
Sandra and Big Mike's LIVE Facelift Odyssey!!! as it is more popularly known.
I've had several complaints about the length of this tr now.. I agree it's a bit of a gong show, but i was sick of using the thread function for my live tr's because: They only seem to attract a select audience, and they get buried super easy. If you look at my profile, it looks as if i never post any because they are all in threads!
I really don't want to start a new report halfway through, so i think the only way to solve this dilemma is for those who would enjoy being able to skip to the end, to ask the mods to modify the tr function so it does that when you click the numbers just like a thread would, or segment it into pages when it goes over say, 100 posts??
Obviously if things don't change, i won't set it up this way next time. Bed's made now though. Time to lie in it.
Good thoughts, Big Sandy, aka the team of Sandy and Big Mike--and which of you decided on that billing? Or is it simple Canadian politeness?
Gonna have to light one up and talk this over. Thread length is crucial in weaving historical events together to form the fabric which eventually goes into a quilt someplace.
I been lyin' here on the bed of The Flames a while, looking at neebee's hand-stitched quilt, much of this aft, my feet up and mind elevated, tryin' to come up with a way to match you guys' effort, but the only thing I can do is to do what I been doin', throwing snowballs at the King fire, like.
Live it like you mean it, your life, I mean. Your life is important and your history also. It's ephemeral, but who's gonna care in fifty years, two centuries, or the year 2525, when donini will still be alive?
Let me show an exotic, somewhat grotesque example of how far ahead in time my thoughts have roamed in thinking about this lengthy tribute to Big Mike's bigness of heart and Sandra's "silent" (I'll just bet!) partnership.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Are you gonna let her get a word in, or has Miss EdgeWise decided your mouth is big enough for the two of ya, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:22pm PT
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There's only one Roger, Rowjay!
Man the side for our pilot, who shall guide us in berthing, birthing, and see us into Mobile Bay for the assault on Bermingham, which will be consumed by the flames of...
Well, as I recall, it was the Bircheff brothers, you, and I. It was the first time that I had heard the name Stately Pleasure Dome, and I'm pretty sure the approach was one of the easiest, while the climb, maybe not a dog, but indeed a strange mutt.
You did this mantel thingie off the deck, which slopes and needs a spot as well as a belay or you'll land rollin' and a-tumblin', and THEN get arrested when the rollin's done.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
You might get creamed on the rest of the pitch, an overly taxing jam of weird dimensions, like 2.5 to wider and it's tracing a line up and to the right of where you entered it off the little ledge that you manteled, turned around on VERY delicately, and placed some sort of CLEAN pro in the bottom.
Then I crossed myself and breathed.
Believe it, afros are heinous, because the brillo effect forces your head away from the slightly overhanging wall, your nose is likely to get gobies, and the sweat, OH, the sweat!
But Roger was not sweating, just cool as Vanilla Ice.
This was pre-hip-hop, guys.
Stately as a diplomat in the enemy's court, Roger hoisted his frame into the crack and began jiggle-juggling up, one foot lower for to keep him in, and one moving up in the diagonal crack.
His achievement was the next belay, a good ledge, suitable for a company of four. The BrosBircheff made it fine, being more acclimatized, used to the rock of Tuolumne, and were pretty much there full-time like Roger.
I thrashed the crack, hung on the rope, and felt really thrashed and somewhat abashed in such pleasant company on such a stately if modest one-pitch route--I had become a 'weak-ender'; but one among many, I'm sure, who have had such an experience.
It was about this time in the meid-seventies that I realized that I maybe had made a mistake in marrying so young, not the person, mind you, just my decision. I really wanted only to climb a lot and work little, but I made my bed.
Wow. Blasted from tequila. But it's fun to visit with Roger. And Peter Hahn. And others who share a certain vision of how to conduct themselves.
I'm not sure of the clip you mentioned, but I presume it's one of Cream singing Strange Brew. I'll have to check, but in cases like this, as in golf, one should play a "provisional" ball, in case the other is lost, which is part of the Rules of Golf.
Is there no one willing to initiate a booklet entitled The Rules and Etiquette of Rock Climbing by Roger Breedlove?
My provisional video:[Click to View YouTube Video]Unlike the song, the route, to my knowledge, was never claimed, written up, Cumminsed, or mentioned outside of this thread.
Maybe it ought to be ignored?
"If the shoe fits, it's too big."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 10:13pm PT
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As we are quite a few of us here old farts re-farting the same old gas about the same old routes we did in our day, before out backs became significantly older, our joints noisier, and our lives maybe more complicated, I would like to say that it's greatly enjoyable.
What more need I say?
Young folks become codgers and the codgers die off.
It's a rock climbing cycle, innit?
Nawmeant?
Course you do. Buncha old ledge rats, which reminds me of Bugugaboo Spire, done with the Rev, oh, some time ago. We lived. Enough said.
There is this little video, not great, but with some charm because the "Nare-AY-tor" is British and the accent is charming.
"Glassier" gives the whole thing an appeal that is classier than an American version. He relents in the last 'bit' by slipping into "Glay-seer." No one's perfect, QED by my past accounts and mentions of our "Classic Climb and Escape From n00b Death on Bugugaboo Spire," here on this thread and others too numerous and random to either mention or remember.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
This fellow mentions the fact that weather coming in is not observable. Tough cookies. We never considered it. We were n00bs and as far as I am concerned, we beat the devil.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2014 - 06:51am PT
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This is the early bird.
The sun's rising in about a half hour.
there is nothing special about today's weather, so it is a very generic, un-photogenic sunrise.
Watch this instead. It's only from two days ago.
Have a good week.
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Please note that this is the story of USS Titanic, as you finish off that spliff, fill up the travel cup with Fogger's Mountain Grown, and head out to the garage to drive to your particular "plantation" or office or classroom.
This is not the story of the RMS Titanic, a different and much more real vessel which would never go down.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 22, 2014 - 09:31am PT
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SIR you make me CrAzy and I also Can not spell for goodness sakes lets try and explain that the
partical (spelled wrong) collider and so much that so many takors toke for granite would and
could maybe never be/... with out the thinkers Like (E Hartouni,you? ) B. Shockley and K.B
the sparkling eyes I remember of some of those guys..
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I am not worthy to try to explain what a slide rule is/was/does... to the masses here...
at least post up a picture ....please ...
and beejeebee get hit by a bus(jesus cristus) the great ones who have shook off the mortal husk this year!!!
...send out good vibes to Ammon, elcap has a BRUTAL surgery Right now
a book for you::Tuxedo Park by Jennet Conant as far off all previous topics ..and the again you'll see because you see...... thanks again for all of this every thing string Therapy
Trying to keep up but you knowmee hey hows the other (delusional me for any sake) poet Nor. weed geee? aN
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 24, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Into words some times no meanings are meant to be hammered, driven by a hammer,
A snails pace is zee dawgs breath
Booty is removable gear, stuck, left in place
From the same stock, early iron
This rurp has cousins that are wilting
Stuck in views that are so much more grand than this
The last flakes of rust, invisible
Until one is
Almost eye to trinket
It sits, a split rock, between
Country hillside road and a newly widened highway
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The sunset was a fire at zee veery ehndh
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 28, 2014 - 10:07pm PT
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Hey, Tom, how many vees in Wavy Gravy?
Two, FuzzFace.
How many ars in RURP, then.
Got me there, CancelAdams.
Mad Blotter's puns still haven't lost their stench after all these years.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 28, 2014 - 11:20pm PT
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Everybody snap with the master.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Dig it! Numbah nine coal![Click to View YouTube Video]Thanks for the tunes and good times, Andy!
"One morning in the drizzling rain."
This morning's Yellow Pine geography included such notable features as these:
Travis Island, located at the outlet of Yellow Pine Parking Lake.
Lake Lilabiene, near the Merced River.
And Harrison's Slough, surrounding the Bear Box Range next to TableTop.
These appear when it rains. The drought's far from over, however.
[Click to View YouTube Video]One of the best on TimidToprope's playlist, a selection of which can be viewed on YT.
Nice to be back.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 29, 2014 - 12:08am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, wonderful shots, here...
such a great looking fire, too, and lilabiene!
shining, as the wonderful gal, she is!!!!
say, also, JUST sent you can email, through facebook....
happy good eve, got to go...
will be back, for tomorrow night, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 01:51am PT
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On Friday I took a litter bag and trash picker to the parking lot for Ranger Rock and went over to the river and back to Yellow Pine CG looking for litter.
I rode the El Cap nine a.m. shuttle there and had a good talk witht he lady driving, Cathy. She got set straight on the name of the Manure Pile and "V-7," which someone had asked her about, meaning After Seven, of course.I saw three ducks, none of which were photographed well enough to show, and this pair of trout practically at my feet.
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Captain...or Skully
climber
in the oil patch...Fricken Bakken, that's where
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Sep 29, 2014 - 06:06am PT
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Sweet pics, Mouse. The Valley looks better now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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"Coffee tawk."Buenos dias, amigo mio Cappytain. Thanks.
Missed you at Facelift. But people like Matthew Moore, aka Crowley, whom I'd never met before, took up a lot of slack for missing persons, such as your kinky self, at Facelift.
The reason I bring up Crowley is that he has intimate knowledge of the Rev and some of our old common acquaintances from Camp 4 and the general YNP domain.
Stephen, next to Tom Rhorer in this shot, is from my old stamping grounds and we became friendly over the week following his initial outburst against the campers in D Loop, YPCG. He was in C Loop, a neighbor of Hossjulia, whose demeanor pleased him not ("that noisy, noisy woman"--HA-HA!), and he also leveled criticism of those who banged bear boxes closed after quiet time began.
He might have had legit complaints, but he later joined our evening high jinks and opened up to the experience of having to live in a suburb of Tacoville. He's a year older than I, resided in Moraga, as did I, was born in Richmond, and shares lots of my experiences of the Bayarea (it's one word, according to experts) and living in Yosemite.
This meeting of strangers and including them into our group is a satisfactory way of increasing the size of my world at a pace I like. On Sunday afternoon I met a woman from the Bayarea (this is where that word was concocted, during our conversations--I knew that I'd remember sooner or later) who was a "refugee" from the Tuolumne Meadows Facelift camp, and who had been sent to us at YPCG by High Traverse. When Susan E. got there, she didn't even know H, who was gone at the time, but soon she was being helped out by Lilabiene and myself and told about who we Tacoans were and so forth.
I've been given lots of things from being associated with the Taco. Free coffee, and lots of it, wine, love, a bike, and on and on. The friendships are what are most valuable, of course, and my memories like gold.
Here's a good one. I was introduced by Audrey to Susan's sister. Her nickname is "Mouse."
Fergeddaboudit!
A few other new acquaintances from the Facelit included Ki Bum, a climber originally from Korea, who was regaled on Saturday night by BooDawg and myself on "the history of Camp 4's past" as I called it after several bottles of imbibe and glasses of Frenchy provided by GLee and Fattrad, the non-evil one.
He then asked specifically about the origins of YOSAR and I had to let the dam loose about what I experienced in the fall and spring of 1970/71, when the term "SAR campsite" differentiated some of us from others there, of how Schmitz did NOT relish the tasks being given him and Bridwell of herding a bunch of wildcats into a legit force for the good of the masses of stupids and unluckies visiting the Park.
"We were ranting at the Campfire, like all good Tacos do,
When off the Modern Mayflower jumped Ki Bum and Susan, too."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 08:58am PT
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The day of my walk along the river,
When I had shot shots of the Doltish Girl climbing up the face
I met Ariake, a Japanese by race.
And I wished him no better fate
Than to have climbed Zodiac
Followed by his faithful mate.
He had, in fact, led all the pitches and hauled all the pitches, and relied on his wife to clean up after him. I was reminded of Mister E and Maidy.
Nomichi had never sailed on no Mayflower, much less ever done ANY aid climbing, but she took good pictures and was beautiful besides.
I met them at the bear boxes in the Manure Pile Buttress parking and picnic area. They were in Degnan's next morning, Saturday, but the rain and their tiredness probably kept them from accepting an invitation to the MeatFest.
So, hello to both of these folks, and why don't you do something incredible the next time you visit? I'm being facetious, Ariake, and I'm speaking slowly.
Cheers! Sorry you didn't come over to visit.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:08pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:12pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:17pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:19pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Yosemite Falls, the high point of many trips.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 30, 2014 - 12:07am PT
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Except, Andy, they did not have a Sentinel Rock Band at Sky River. We, however, did, thanks to you and others.
And the older Dylan songs march on...forever.
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Sentinela overwatches both Camp 4 and YPCG. I once wanted her so bad. It still hurts, though.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 30, 2014 - 12:29am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, GREAT TO SEE these posted pics...
and, 'great' in more ways, than one...
:)
say, did you get the email note, about the bike?
from facebook notes... ?
email, if you did...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 30, 2014 - 02:27am PT
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Walk A Boot the Government Center
Where LEO Lives & Reigns.
You'll See A Thousand Things
Before It Even Rains.
I Love the Cemetery Bench.
I Love the Old Sunnyside Bench.
I Was Blessed By A Hawk.
And Amazed By the Rock.
There are more, when I find them, of Sunnyside Bench.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 30, 2014 - 03:13am PT
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To Gnome--Yer a Gblessing, my friend. Thanky. :0)
Or this might be Lazy Bum. I'm too lazy to look.
And since when is the Regular Tour a 5.4? That's rocking the boat, dudes.
Good things happen. They just happen. Can't explain. Has to do with geology, weather, height above the ground, but that's speculation.
"It's really drippy."
"MooseDrool. Gotta be."
"Spitting oh so loud across the Bay."
"Yep."
"Is it against the law?"
"Hope that it isn't against the wind."
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"It's too hot, Sandra."
--a certain Canadian climber :0)
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BuddhaStalin
climber
Truckee, CA
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Sep 30, 2014 - 03:19am PT
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Hot dubai tang
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 30, 2014 - 03:37am PT
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Flaming hot, too, I hope.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 30, 2014 - 03:46am PT
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How deep was it, Scott?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 30, 2014 - 04:32am PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... these are wonderful shots...
thank you for posting...
was not feeling well, this eve...
this made it a bit better... very nice--the great outdoors,
and many good buddies!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you, neebee, ol' trail buddy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Why was I in YNP yesterday is easy. I was picking up a bicycle.
Meet "Electra."Many thanks to the donor, to neebee and to Powder and to Lilabiene, all helping out in this proj.
It has the cutest little dinger. And there WAS a Happy Face valve cap on it, but YOU KNOW WHO asked nicely for it and how can one say no to a beautiful lady with cheap sunglasses? From Chico. Not me, fer sure. :0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Visit to the Bridge.Does anyone admit to chiseling this inscription?
Is it George Washington? George Whitmore? (Probably neither.)
It's located on the track out of Camp 4 next to the creek.Hope you are feeling much better, neebee.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, not yet, but hanging in here... :)
say, hope you got the email about the 'not rimfire' fiasco...
oh my, i sure was not meaning it the way it printed... :))
you had the date right, i was just saying
"not the rimfire" as to WHAT i liked, :O
liked the PHOTO, THOUGH, :)
say, as to things LIKED ... wowowowowowowowowo!!!!!
i love this card that you let me know of--it IS HERE...
I LOVE IT SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!
THANKS to everyone!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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5,000
-4,960
40
You can all make this happen today.
The Flames needs forty more posts to hit 5,000.
Make that thirty-nine posts,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Any old posts except from sovia909090 and the Scheichk of Dubble TRubble.
Fence posts, obviously, qualify, certainly, as do Post Toasties.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.today.com/home/wilford-brimley-lists-wyoming-ranch-eating-oatmeal-town-now-1D79863042
"This thing we got," was suggested as fodder for a novel.
I think it's time to play hardball and sell the idea to the N"E"T"W"O"R"K, the secret underground one.
(the one you've never seen before)
Now, if they, he, she were AWAKE!,
and really liked me, in a Facebookish & fraternal way, then they, he, she might could ask Mr. Richards, that big baby, if it might not be too much trouble,
could you please have some more of one or more of the following, or even all three, it's your call:
A. Killer Cereal (half a grapefruit on the side)
B. Surreal Killer (cuppa Hood River coffee in the carafe)
C. Serial Killer Rock (vintage 1969)
because you need to use it here.
"What have you got to lose?"
[Click to View YouTube Video]^^^That's my message and I'm stickin' to it!
That's a cool old pair of scissors, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Public Service Announcement: Diabase is still dolerite, gnome matter who is on it, off it, or addicted to it.
Diabase /ˈdaɪ.əbeɪs/ or dolerite or microgabbro is a mafic, holocrystalline, subvolcanic rock equivalent to volcanic basalt or plutonic gabbro. Diabase dikes and sills are typically shallow intrusive bodies and often exhibit fine grained to aphanitic chilled margins which may contain tachylite (dark mafic glass).
But High Traverse already knows that.
Again, huge thanks for the ride last Monday to Facelift, sir.
I wanted to stop and take a shot of the roadside attraction below Agua Fria Road on Hwy 140 for you, but Lilabiene, my ride back to Merced, needed to try getting on an early flight from SFO so we didn't stop.
I have this for you, instead, Fred.
http://downtoearthquestions.blogspot.com/2012/02/guadalupe-igneous-complex-contact-zone.html
This is a guaranteed sleep-inducer so my recommendation is:
Enjoy it over a nice bowl of oatmeal or Post Toasties and good rich flavorful Hood River coffee and plenty of it!
I'm going to lie down for a zzzzzz session.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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35 ...
I wonder if The Chief will snag number 5000?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I never close my bedroom door, for I have no bedroom; and kitchenettes have no doors either.We all have our dark side(s).
It's good for our souls to stare at the coals
Every once in a while.
It brings back our fun from our days in the sun
And brings forth a small, knowing smile.
There is no place in my life for a campfire except in the company of other climbers and former climbers.
My life is extended by the yearly waiting for the Facelift now. With nothing to look forward to life is pretty grim and hopeless.
So let me thank all of my friends in advance, just in case I don't make this last bit to the 5,000 post level. They say the last meter is the hardest. Especially if it's solo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, wow! The mice and the dwarfs are up and at 'em!
Ciao, you sleepy-heads!
Bean venidos, zBrown and THE Hocking.
I hope like HELL that you are at Facelift 2015.
Maybe we can get a Mass Assault going on Sunnyside Bench and all have a look at the view from there. It's obviously too much for the Travelling Wiltberries, that nice, quiet BC couple; as much as I like 'em, they can't take the heat.
Here is a sunning set of shots of Sentinela, the guardian of Camp 4 and YPCG.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse,
There's a life after midnight...
Keep on rambling...
JJ Cale, Eric Clapton (After Midnight & Call me the Breeze)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Cool to see the changing light and shadow in the photos above...
Keep on rolling...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sentinel Rock's walls.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ten thousand posts is a sufferfest. This is a walk in the park, relatively.
Despite wildkats, the mice have all survived.
Even Marlow has increased in size.
I know we'll all reach the prize.
I simply will not close my eyes.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't miss these lyrics, gang! It's not what you think...
Have the Flames now to deal with the girly Dubais?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Are we there yet?
Ah, no, need a few more posts.
:)
fae
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Bump for more posts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bitchen kitchen, Lobster-boy!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Time for a snack and a long drink of beah!
For us and the lobsters the end is almost heah.
Entering a new dimension with no pretention
I'll take a Keystone Light, please.
It's the Cowboy Way around old Mariposa, the Motherless Mother of Counties in the Mother Lode and it sounds pretty good, pards.
A toke or two would not be amiss.
Back soon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You're younger than I, boy. STFU. :)
Ron, ya gonna join our party when ya get off work?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Well speaking of facelifts. Case of great athelete, poor patient.
Great athelete, great recovery
Brooooose!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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It's all yours mouse. A dozen or so should not take you more than about 5 minutes.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I will bump it up one more with the rather simple query. Are there liftlines at facelift? If so, what is the average wait? If you get this far, what are the max and min weights? Don't bug me when I workin'.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They used dynamite on the moraine at El Cap to let the river flow.
Somebody was watchin'.Amid all the roar of the blast and the rush of Merced water goin' past,
Who heard the rocks falling from the vault of the North American Cavern?
And who heard them hit the talus as their smashin' slaughter took untold thousands to ride the Pohono winds?
It's what I think of when I meadow-gaze, not the newest solo craze.
Time laps at the mind like...a time-lapse photo.
Quick, sit there while I set up the pod, check the light meter, create a verse or two out of thin light air, then focus, Dubai check, and say, "Say, 'Cheese!'?"
A nightmarish sentence to have created, but stemming from the simple fact that there was too much dammed water in the Merced for humans with white skins, who arrogantly thought they'd outwet, outwit, outfox the Terrible Mother in the long run.
And so began the streaming consciousness which I share with my rock brothers and meadow sitters united in cosmic concentration on the past, the day, and tomorrow, not really wanting tomorrow, but trying to stay in the moment and losing ground to the flood all the dam time...
"Lord, I thank you for not makin' me an ice climber."--Chief Dam George
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have lived a long time.
I camped out in 4 below Harding. He wasn't a cold SOB, just a man with a mission which involved bolts and lightening. A bolter prob. A proj for the ages. Sponsored by Bro Timothy and the Christian Bros.
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Can't leave that brandy alone.
I kinda share that with Batso.
Sittin' in our Black Cave.
Listenin' to Batso rave.
Doin' some ravin' with Cowboy
And Millis
And watchin' the Rev
As he whipped up a meal
All the time wonderin'
Whatever about whomever
And hatin' to have to play chess
Cuz ya can't plan ahead
Always haunted by
Obsessed by
The PAST.
History major, English minor
Mixing well but hard as hell
If you are working for a living.
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I'm mock-mock-mockin' on heaven's door.
edit: Like to suggest this for after-reefer excitement.
Play the Clapton video and watch the Will Rogers rope tricks at the same time. Use the "View original message" dealie-bob. But not till after the event has become history.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's Negra Modelo Especial tonight.
Here's the deal on timing, case you want to go out and be you for a bit.
It says here the sunset's at 6:43 in Merced. I'm here. Figure it out and come back when ya feel like you. Or sumthin.
I'm steppin' out to shoot the sunset. One shot, if I plan it and it better work because the battery is pretty much out of juice and I seem to have lost my recharger on the trip to Yosemite, maybe on the YARTS.
SHET NIVER FECKING UNDS!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you, CMac.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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we're all gonna die
may you die in ireland
a shout out to our stranded countryman, patrick
cheers, from sunny california!
edit: love that collar...very "distinguised"
and Tad, I fell down, dude. I'm gonna sue yer ass! I'm serouis. I'm not talkin' in norwegian any more...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, t hocking... wow, thanks for the geography lesson, and
wow, my best childhood friend LOVED burney falls...
always, she went there...
i actually went once, when her family did, too... and got to see here
there enjoying it... was nice! water was nice, too!
say, always love how those sea lions just nap 'on the spur'
anywhere that there is sun to warm them... :)
edit:
well, actually, they nap anywhere they choose, on the cool days, as well,
or, COLD FOR US, :))
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, great shot of boomer and the rock of half dome, great old photo and nice soft greys, too... and nice soft face, he looks kind, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Only ever in our dreams, old man.See ya and thanks a ton.
TimidToprope, can I lay another one on 'em?
I love this one!
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That painting behind you is one of Linda Abbott's, huh?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Not Boomer, but as close as I can get.
Sometimes a man's gonna do what he has to do when he's got a hungry mouth to feed.
Still lookin' away down Gower Avenue.
Congrats mouse.
El Krab, pfffft!
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Hey, Mouse, you did it! Congratulations!
good to see everyone.
fae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I find it a little bit ironic that this thread started on the final extension date of income tax filing and 3 days after John Denver (who IMO has gotten a bit of a bad rap) passed on. The infamous plane crash of 1997?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mancini's first defense, against former world champion Ernesto España, went smoothly with a Mancini knockout win in the 6th round.
His next defense would change both his life and the face of boxing: On November 13, 1982, a 21-year-old Mancini met 23-year-old South Korean challenger Duk Koo Kim. Kim had to go through the process of losing several pounds immediately before the fight to make the weight. The title bout, at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, was televised live at 1pm PST on CBS Sports. It was, according to many observers, a fight filled with action, but Mancini had an easy time hitting Kim during the 14 rounds the fight lasted. Kim suffered brain injuries that led to his death four days later. The week after his death, the cover of Sports Illustrated magazine showed Mancini and Kim battling, under the title "Tragedy in the Ring."
Mancini went to the funeral in South Korea and he fell into a deep depression afterwards. He has said that the hardest moments came when people approached him and asked if he was the boxer who "killed" Duk Koo Kim. Mancini went through a period of reflection, as he blamed himself for Kim's death. In addition, Kim's mother committed suicide four months after the fight, and the bout's referee, Richard Green, killed himself in July 1983.
As a result of this bout, the WBC took steps to shorten its title bouts to a maximum of 12 rounds. The WBA and WBO followed in 1988, and the IBF in 1989.--Wikipedia
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Well I did it again. Typed in my post and then lost it.
That's it, I quit posting on the internet (after this one).
I'm working on making smoke signals.
viva Pacoima & Bobby Chacon.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, to feralfea! :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_biscuit
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Gibbs_McAdoo
That cloud low down looks like a sprinter starting to run.
Why, yes it does, Ollie.
Daddy, what's a non sequitur?
[Click to View YouTube Video]I still don't get it, Daddy.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Better now?
No, not a bit. But may I have a cookie?
Look, why don't you just go and Google one?
I can't, Mom's watching her Giants/Anzac Biscuits Series on the computer. She's so convinced they'll beat them in four that she doesn't want to miss a single pitch.
Then just ask yourself, What would Madison do?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1954729&msg=2486703#msg2486703
You mean the Madison River, huh? Cuz no river runs straight, huh?
That's my boy!
A lot of clout showing up on this page. Many...make that all...distinguished-looking gents. Florine, Honnold, Thomaselli, Zevon, and so on and before that we had Harding.
Turn around and you bump into somebody you know or have heard of. Sort of like Facelift.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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DonSequitur.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As I rode out in the streets on my new bike
I stopped in at the store where I used to sell
I bought a used book that I thought I would like
Page one was a sufferfest straight out of hell
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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GREEN BANANAS?
I'll see ya a Green Dragon a' for I gago Bananas!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, gnome ofthe diabase, wow, say,
you sure caught mouse in a busy creative moment, there, :)
a bit grey, but active, and happy... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is good to have some clouds to shoot during the current "dry spell."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A second try
The Baseball thread my post will turn or go
I reached out and tried to be direct The dead head needs a computer
Real way stay a way but I Went
To The page to say that money is always tight and that
instalment home shopping TV deal was just fine and that a re built Mac seemed to be worth The price tell him if you care and I have some peligro this is not gong well
EDIT
Try as i may the heavy seems heavy
Real .... y.....Heavy
health in all our harts
So much For The HAppy Hi Harvest at Hogs
Bienintencionado ((amazing what it means, I had to look it up))
okay Iam leasing that shablet err no this is the IMac scheschwizzel
The tablet started to speak spanish as I wrote in pig foolery
All to late or early and The piano has buen drinking not me
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, oh mouse... i love it:
the IN A MEADOW...
wow, will have to paint that, some day... :)
happy good morn, to you, :)
*had a lot of fun mouse stuff to post for you, but i just can't
right now...
praying to do so, in a few weeks, i hope... oh my...
patience, is a virtue, as , you are so thankful, when the time to
see patience, is done, have been fruitioned, :)
fruitioned, is a neebee word, :)
OOPs, FORGOT THE "ING" was typing too fast:
better wrote this way:
patience, is a virtue, as , you are so thankful, when the time to
see patience, is done--havING been fruitioned, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's a fine word, neebee. Technically, you needed an adjective, fruitful, maybe, patience yielding fruit in the manner of young Scott's getting better, for example.
His life has indeed been fruitioned.
His old clunker Chebby-car fell to me when he left the Valley in the eighties, thanks to Werner Braun. At the time, about all I knew of 'oor Scottie' was his routes on the back of Half Dome, like Autobahn. I never met him, but consider him a valuable person, despite any rancor and bitterness others may have toward him, I got no beef, therefore wish him a speedy, full recovery.
Here, I found this--
The recipient of two Presidential Civilian Bravery Commendations during his service on the Yosemite Search and Rescue Team for eight seasons, Scott, as part of a team, earned an Academy Award in 2005 when he received an Oscar for Technical Achievement for aerial camera rigging by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Scott is also an accredited member of the Wilderness Guides Association and a professional member of the American Mountain Guides Association as well as a PADI certified Rescue Diver.
http://www.camountainguides.com/ca-mountain-guides/the-team/scott-cosgrove/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Presenting Bobcat Brewery, Merced, CA.
http://bobcatbrewingco.com/
Red, the bartender at Reinero's tonight, was wearing a T-shirt from the Bobcat folks, which reads thus:
"If we were any more local we'd be in your kitchen."
The following were taken in September last year and do not qualify for the Recent Sunsets thread.If they were any more local they'd be on my wall, not in my computer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Supetopo: all class, most of the time.
HAHAHAHAHack...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yeah, that's me at age thirty-eight, almost an old man by certain scribes' standards. I'm thinking of Doug Robinson, just a few years older than I.
Gettin' back to the Doug Robinson thread without actually goin' there...
Many younger journalists haven't the foggiest of the history of their topics. They are assigned these and everyone hopes for the best, a lucky conjunction here and there, manner of speaking. The cub may have an interest, a GF who does this thing, or an old uncle who's just a weirdo who's been doin' it for however long. Otherwise, they know squat.
Fimrite of the Chronicle is a large exception here in NorCal. The only one of note.
So they set out to display their talents and we get to collapse in yukkage about their gauche treatment of the stars of our own private firmament.
It's silly to keep on thinking of our idols of our younger days as supermen and superwomen. They are at base just like us but gifted in the way they are. Many of the folks who had FAs of routes I have climbed or have wanted to climb and are listed in Roper's Green Guide, my old bible, have become acquainted with me and we have jived and boo-hooed together and even Boo-hugged on occasion, depending, mainly on whether we were visible, but we were drunk as heck and making the most of it so it's all good.
I've had a great time this past month. Thanks to all my buds.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Don't hurry on home, Macho Camacho won't be fightin' Bobby Chacon.
viva Pacoima
My first ever full-time job and where do I end up? Right up the street from Richie's house installing a computer system for the MARFRED PAPER CO. C'mon Fred and Marvin you can dress it up by calling it Sun Valley, but Pacoima is Pacoima.
Orale
http://articles.latimes.com/1986-03-18/business/fi-27193_1_paper-business
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't be forgettin' now.
Everybody's wrong.
Sometimes.
Original basket photo by Lee Fatherree...
Original CHP photo by Rick Tejada-Flores, 1973, UFW strike.
"Flexibility," declares Julia,"is a necessary component of perseverance."--Deborah Valoma in Scrape The Willow Until It Sings. A quote from Julia Parker, PhD.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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My friend Knuckles used to live in Lincoln Acres. I don't recall ever getting any free watermelons though.
Wonder how many watermelons you can put in a VW?
EDIT:
Keeping like things together, you know. Lincoln Acres is reputed to be a good place to get shot and/or murdered these days. More than likely, good place for some folks to have gotten murdered and/or ? back in 1926. I think the composition of the actual "murderer" class has changed with time.
Hit and runs come and go there and "sister cities", National City, Paradise [sic] Hills and Bay Terraces.
Officials ID Man Killed in National City Hit-and-Run
New details in deadly hit & run in Bay Terraces
What do the locals think you ask?
Estela Crz · Top Commenter · National Autonomous University of Mexico
this is what Mexican truck drivers do In mexico when they hit people in mexico, its a culture that they run away and then come back , you can find hundreds of accident stories where truck or bus verses people or cars and the drivers play dumb, as where this driver gets 10,000 grand its maybe due to owners owning a business, there should be justice o the accident victims family since this driver may leave town for good, story that he may not know he hit somebody doesn't wash sinc the tucks ar designed to see quite well
Jose Mendoza · Top Commenter · Research at INAMI
If he driver were black,asian or white they would be immediately arrested, but the driver being Hispanic they haven't due to nafta or it must be due to the normal conduct of truck drivers from mexico, and this driver repainting the tractor must be due to hime knowing what he did, and both the painter and the driver should be charged with this poor mans death immediately before he skips town and country
Statistically, however, it is still a lot more dangerous for pedestrians in and around downtown San Diego.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That would depend.
Micro bus?
Huge gigantic, two-handed mojos over fifty pounds each?
Or those boutiquish little freaks with no seeds?
http://www.airfields-freeman.com/CA/Airfields_CA_SanDiego_S.htm
More fun to fly them out of Tyce and drop them on spots preselected for photographic purposes.
WAY more fun means of getting in Dutch.
Nobody would dare say sh!t about that phrase but God forbid we should get into Polish!
The idioms go Dutch (related to Dutch treat) and in Dutch (which uses Dutch to mean “trouble”) are both sometimes perceived as insulting to or by the Dutch. In addition, the adjective Dutch is found in a few other set phrases (Dutch courage, Dutch gold, and Dutch uncle) in which it implies that something Dutch is not authentic. Although insulting a particular person or nationality may be unintentional, it is best to be aware that use of these terms is sometimes perceived as offensive to or by the Dutch.
http://www.chulavistaca.gov/about/history.asp
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... i should be feeling better soon now...
also, say, i PUT AN EDIT for one post,
i had left off th 'ing' so it sounded odd... :)
(it goes with the fruitioned, post) ...
hee hee, which may sound odd, anyway, either way, ;)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nissan VW
Cosmic WatermelonMan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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eQual time for the USN & zBrown's Submarines.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Otay-by-the-Sea is the only place for me
When I'm not in 4 you'll find me on the shore
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, yeah!
Here's a unique vid from old Admirable Tom Dykers, 22 yrs of service.
Silently serving.[Click to View YouTube Video]We love blowin' stuff up around here, even dams, if no one gets hurt. I didn't used to, though. It never meant much to me that hundreds of swabbies died every time a ship got torpedoed.
I wish I could have watched when the deciders blew the hole in the moraine below the Cathedral Rocks and El Cap. I mentioned that earlier the other day.
Here's to Al Nobel!
Here's to the makers of gun cotton!
Here's to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At last, we see where the flowers have all gone.[Click to View YouTube Video]On vacation to Hawaii.
Actually, some of them took Mitch's place while he's on the mainland visiting Facelift and his family.
Uke kill me, Mitch!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ha ha!
It's the last photo I got to take before my battery died.
Still poking around for my charger that I lost.
It's like losing the internet. It'll end.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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]woe is me as I went out under charged too
this should make the cut though
aside from having a '69 clock added
it claims to be the real McCoy
1965 was a stella' year and so
I took a look inside
this is a well loved and kept toy
If the insides are also original
aren't we all happy to see
A Bus So Well Aged,,, 49.5,,,, forever
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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That National city airport photo looks familiar. Did I put the abandoned airports link on the ST or some other page?
Crosstown Traffic, low sparks, high-heeled boys, ridin' in the tube, Skater Dater, Bambi, Godzilla, The Bed, The End of August at the Hotel Ozone, Ozomatli et alia,
One of these sure reminds me of XoChelequetzal.
Blood on the Tracks,
Aztec Blood Rituals
Over at Archaeology News, Jasmyne Pendragon (gotta love that name!) has posted the first and second installments of a three part series on “The Purpose of Aztec Blood Rituals.” Helpfully, the articles contain numerous citations and complete references. In part one, Pendragon briefly sets the historical stage before laying out the details of Aztec beliefs:
The blood rituals were considered part of a reciprocal relationship between humankind and god; the ultimate gift is blood and is amongst the highest honour one can pay to the gods. Aztec blood rituals were an act of reciprocity for the blood the gods sacrificed of themselves in order to create the sun and the cosmos. Blood sacrifices ensured the gods would remain helpful and they ensured the sun would continue to shine, the fields would grow abundant crops and the wheels of life would continue to turn.
In part two, Pendragon continues along these lines and suggests that Aztec bloodlust is linked primarily to ideas:
Fear of pain and suffering inflicted by the gods in retribution for any lack of blood sacrifice would have been an overwhelming incentive to constantly sacrifice and appease the vengeful gods.
While there can be little doubt that ideas had something to do with the almost unimaginable amounts of blood spilled by the Aztecs, the “purpose” of such rituals extends far beyond the realm of emic beliefs or priestly rationalizations.
The Aztecs were a militaristic and imperial society situated in an impoverished and precarious ecological environment. By the time they achieved dominance (circa 1460 CE), the Valley of Mexico had been intensively exploited for thousands of years. The deer were gone and soils impoverished. The empire was sustained in large part by warfare and conquest — taking resources from others. Such taking is of course a bloody business.
It is therefore no accident that the Aztecs focused their ritualistic activities on blood (coming mostly from prisoners taken in warfare). While the Aztecs may have believed their gods were insatiable, this appears to have been little more than a projection of their own thirsts and needs.
"The empire was sustained in large part by warfare and conquest — taking resources from others." Sure reminds me of some group a little farther North.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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the view from the meadow
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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When I came out of the pub, having seen some baseball, I trucked into the Coffee Bandits to listen to the dozen or so bluegrassians playing a tune I did not recognize.
I went up to John, keeping time like a regular MisterE on a cool drum he owns, and asked him the name of the tune. He said, "I Can Never Remember."
Well, he didn't convince me, so I asked a gent playing a Gibson when they had done, and he said it was Big Sciota.
So without further ado, for Big Mike & Sandra, for Andy & nita, for SC Seagoat & Ferretlegger, for Khanom & Vicki, for BooDawg & Lisa, for Michael & Kali, a real lovely song, if not 'zackly a love song.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Now, just practice, okay kids?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's a pretty good group you had, Andy, each one different each night.
Many thanks, the campfire must be what salvation is like after a while...
"Jeez, I can't find my keys."--Big Mike
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I did not know Satchmo did Visions
-zippity_do_daBraun
Have a wonderful day and don't forget, if you're out tonight, on your bike drain your spit valve.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Must be a thousand hues, use 'em wisely
Things are not what they seem, think about it, fakey ending at 3:18
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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On behalf of The Flames, I'd like to welcome the new advertiser.and
Manly Style gives this place a lotta class, fer sure.
Seersucker-iously.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
How sharp are YOU?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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MooseDrool, got something for ya, pally.
A super-looking slab of exquisite slate, I'll bet, on this religious edifice.
It was destroyed in the war, however, no doubt about it.
http://blogs.transparent.com/polish/bellotto-canaletto-paintings-warsaw/
The younger Canaletto preferred Warsaw to Venice, where his uncle had lived and worked.
This book that I found years back just surfaced today, and it's titled Canaletto: Malarz Warsawy.
It is written in Polish, however. It's coming your way, sooner or later. :0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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From Central Europe to Central California, from the banks of the Vistula to the shore of Lake Don Pedro on the Tuolumne, The Flames have some of it, but not yet all of it.
We are full of much of it and contented to be so.
Short for Modesto. Mr. Ralston, RR exec, would not let them use his name for their new town on the new railroad, the Central Pacific, so they thought his modesty deserved remembering, and 'modesto' is the result.
I should take a gaze at Chico next, but there'll be time. I got the Redding pix on T Hocking's thread, so maybe...Mound HOuse?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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My friend, my climbing partner, my best man, my favorite science guy, the mysterious Jim Shirley (all photos by him).From Canoga Park, Berkeley, & now living in Simi Valley.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We two did all of our routes in California.
Lover's Leap, Arches, MCR, HCR, Lyell, Starr King, Box Canyon, Snake Dike, YPB, Pinnacles, Winchell, Tahquitz.
We never thought of Borneo, however, as a place we'd LIKE to go.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Now I would have started my day feeling up, not high just happy to breath
Then Synnot and crew with pup rope gun in Borneo
Damn we old guys missed out, dysentery and malaria aside,
I would have been an asset on that sort of climb
Now my day at 8am is in deed, mundane - take out the garbage 'afore the truck comes by,
do the washing up, laundry day & dishes and pans
that video swirling in my head
I soloed and climbed out of my Geo-zone
I missed the boat thrice, may be more,
Backing wrong horses,
going to Ecuador.
Long beach Island
Neuw Jeursey shore
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This Friday, October 10th, Uke 'n Reed will be playing their final performance in the outdoor patio of the 510 Bistro from 7 until 9 p.m.
510 W. Main St., Merced
Jim Sanders and 2 others are also in the guest list.
Pat McLaughlin DahlstromSomeone to whose performance one should look forward.
She claimed once to have written the song "Too Much Fun." Mentirosa!
Pat's very entertaining, and has a FOUR-STAR "LIKE" COMING.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Bob Brozman talks about the history of the Hawaiian guitar tradition. WATCH OR LISTEN OR BOTH ON YOUTUBE. A quarter-hour of your day, that's all we ask.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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C King, no relation to T Hocking, is a very shy individual and asked me to post this for him.
He claims to have a significant FA in the area.
One little-known but important aspect of King's college background was his close association with a group of artists and scientists who embraced the ideas of the English art philosopher John Ruskin. King remained deeply passionate about art all of his life. His art group at Yale, the Society for the Advancement of Truth in Art, was nick-named 'the American Pre-Raphaelites', after their contemporaries in England, the English Pre-Raphaelite painters. The basic philosophy was to return to simplicity and practicality in art.
In 1863, as a young man, King made his first ascent of a western peak; it was Mount Lassen. Scrambling to the top with other members of the California Geological Survey, they beheld the incredible panorama of most of northern California, including Mount Shasta bold and bright to the north. King is recorded as having said, "What would Ruskin have said if he had seen this!".--Wikipedia
Ruskin was known for his admiration of ‘the sublime.’ Of which Wilkins writes:
“A raw wind howled across the mountain [Lassen] during their initial ascent on September 26, probably the first time the peak had ever been climbed. King reached the topmost shaft only to be blown back by the gale. Clouds obscured the landscape below....[They were unable to use their instruments, and so had to return another day]....But Mount Shasta, seventy-five miles away, loomed from the mists, sharp and majestic—the peak which had drawn King like a magnet. He shouted to Brewer above the wailing of the wind: “What would Ruskin have said if he had seen this!”
“A fierce snow squall delayed a second ascent until September 29. They began the climb by the light of the moon, an hour after midnight. King forged ahead, and again he was the first to reach the highest needle. “Here,
he wrote, "I wrapped my blanket round me and looked out over the moonlit distance.” It was a world of utter silence till Brewer clattered on to the nearest ledge. “
He's a nice enough guy, just really, really shy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2014 - 05:03am PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSeNz6N4-e8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doIEwzc6k_k
"Helplessly Hoping"
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit he runs
Wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of goodbye
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he worries
Did he hear a good-bye?
Or even hello?
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the stairway you'll see something certain to tell you
Confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying it's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
there is a version in norwegian for those who speak it
see weedszcj, who is living a reality that nearly killed me
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2014 - 05:36am PT
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I hope Neil Young will remember who is the better guitar player, him or Stephen Stills.
C'mon, it's still Stills. Always was.[Click to View YouTube Video]Bull Run page.
Kenny Rogers was in town last night at the old Merced Theater, the Art K. center now. Sold out.
As an aside, my brother Mike used to look like Kenny when he was in his forties, same beard and general demeanor.See? Twins! Like MooseDrool and Hercules, zBrown and Bruce Lee.
Like Janis and Bobby McGee.
For Mark, my friend, a fightin' fool.
THE BEST to you each morning, as Tony the Tiger says.[Click to View YouTube Video]Mike's second daughter is named Becky, oddly enough.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2014 - 05:46am PT
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I wasn't gonna bring that up.
*belch*
Dale's for breakfast. It's Friday in Merced.
The best to you this morning, Tad.
Nice pic!
snd
Nice pick!
Ed Deeeeeeeee!
Van Halen, under the gun, produced this CD in the 90s and I bought it.
Van Halen/Dirty Water Dog [sea kayak man]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJS8jDQdeF8
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2014 - 03:03pm PT
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Rescued from Youtube Gems Hell.
Thanky, cowboythebrave.[Click to View YouTube Video]
This is a Youtube Rhinestone, cowboy.[Click to View YouTube Video]Have a long, boring old weekend, everyone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxmiEuNkFJU&list=PLSf2pjjdBhIQyIk6gcHONZ-akvYUcPpMC&src_vid=AOzkN8dHnjk&feature=iv&annotation_id=channel%3A52daaf05-0-25df-9d75-1a11c2d77a
I'm goin' to the uke fest soon, so I best go preen in my new lycra outfit.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I wouldn't frickin' dare to post this over yonder in Spandex Ladyland.
The uke fest boys'll just have to like it or lump it.
At Gottschalk's Music, W. Main St., my town.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 11, 2014 - 01:41pm PT
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Wither zitherBrown? Does zBrown know the way to San Jose? Did McGovern?
But if one were heading to San Jose who is the best travel companion?
Sonny Bono
Sonny Angel
Sonny Barger
Angel Cordero
Bono from U2
McGovern did dig Donovan and the Zither.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 13, 2014 - 11:59pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 12:22am PT
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Gr. Dead/Black Peter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSFEomvkAPQ
Ridgeway’s favorite “specimen” was a western kingbird he had christened “Chippy.” He had bought it from a Paiute who had robbed a nest and had nursed it along on grasshopper minces until it could feed itself.
It had learned its name, and it followed the men like a puppy, teasing for locusts, of which it never grew tired. Its favorite perch was a guy rope of a tent, but during the midday heat it would retire beneath the umbrella which shaded the wet- and dry-bulb thermometers—provided that someone else had stayed in camp.
The bird hated solitude; it refused to stay behind whenever the men went out on trips, and it often rode on Ridgeway’s shoulder or on the barrel of his gun. It remained the mascot of the corps until it disappeared one day, presumably the breakfast of a hawk.
--tale by Thurman Wilkins of the Fortieth Parallel Survey
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 06:38am PT
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kaholatingtong
Trad climber
Nevada City
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Oct 14, 2014 - 06:45am PT
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I don't remember, but I can imagine. ^^ Good pics.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 06:46am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 07:31am PT
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Today's weather...lookin' great.
This is aimed almost at Clovis, just over that hill, I believe.
Good day to be alive, good day to die, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 10:31am PT
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Two-year plan for culture inaugurated in Merced.
Focus on music varieties from different countries around the globe.
While not exactly "new" on The Flames, in light of recent threads I feel it only right to go ahead with this "plan."
I have discussed it with no one. I have sought no advice. I devised "the plan" to please the boss.
You're the boss.
Roussalka, a favorite of mine.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rusalka_(opera);
I can't find that ragtime version anywhere. This will have to do.
The Little Mermaid
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQvIstAz5x8
Who needs words when you know the story already?
It's good to have a Plan B, even an ad hoc one.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 14, 2014 - 04:16pm PT
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eBola
eKrab
eekaMouse
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 14, 2014 - 04:42pm PT
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dishes done
oh the fun
and fire inthe sky
I was a try in to be
A bigger man
loath was the wifee who warned
like an annoying jay
Full moon Full Moon
heedles head
in times of Mercury , Quick silver
Retrograde
don't trust troll house cookies
she had a dream ,if we had any thing
alive weedless
no good,dead
listen to the other tunes
now so stuck in that plug in
Plugg en Pluggen away ukalaly eee
pugelese was may favorite Dealer
Became a squeeler
return to sender
third hard move,and afourth and afith of 'hiskey
top of the buggy course 'ent for a ride
zBrown in my head[
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 04:57pm PT
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"Ducks on the pond"
Runners on second or third base, but especially when the bases are loaded.
"His batting average is .350 when there are ducks on the pond."
My favorite:
"Can of corn"
A high, easy-to-catch, fly ball hit to the outfield. The phrase is said to have originated in the nineteenth-century and relates to an old-time grocer's method of getting canned goods down from a high shelf. Using a stick with a hook on the end, a grocer could tip a can so that it would fall for an easy catch into his apron.
One theory for use of corn as the canned good in the phrase is that a can of corn was considered the easiest "catch" as corn was the best selling vegetable in the store and so was heavily stocked on the lowest shelves. Another theory is that the corn refers to the practice in the very early days of baseball of calling the outfield the "corn field," especially in early amateur baseball where the outfield may have been a farm field.
Frequently used by Chicago White Sox broadcaster Ken "The Hawk" Harrelson. Bob Prince, Pittsburgh Pirates' announcer, used a variation, 'A #8 CAN OF GOLDEN BANTAM'. Also, a phrase used to refer to something that is not challenging. Informally, can of corn may be used as a phrase to describe mild excitement, personal acknowledgement or recognition of significance.
"Delectable Pinnacle is a can of corn when there are ducks in the river."
MERCY!!!!!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Put it on the boards!
Put it on the cross-country skis!
We're talking whacks and wax!
Brought to you by Jonnson y Yonson.
Questions...always. These were found by the wayside, on an expired Wilderness Permit issued to Peter Pandanas of Bismo Peach:
"Did zBrown ever meet Mr. Zog? Is Carpinteria the Safest Beach in the Universe?"
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 14, 2014 - 05:52pm PT
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At 2:30 it was Giants up by two
5;25 all tie 5:35 In the 10th giants win 5 to 4
Lead series as you know but I an my are driving, slow to hearit
Go Giants GO
...Zig Zag Man
cosmic thinks he kno Gnome
but really just
cannot wait to shame flame
got tikes who still get joy out of kites and like to lurk here too
can not unsee prolapse bright red singlet as I read rose bud arse mit no whole hole
like the blue tagg on across the street rock or truck stop potty face or both if ya can see 'em
confession time has the statute run out?
can try but thanks to desert rats pirate guide had to avoid detection
from the likes of he the ranger bain swain so all the rubes got lumped in together
Tis sad, Gordo too
true truer than blue ....wife asked what the hell is that?
sweetie really did not know
did not want to tell her
let locker know
that things still gettin'
milage
good for a laugh ,norwegian
Haha heehee ho ho
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 14, 2014 - 06:38pm PT
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Just got through saying
that I love titty too
ahh..no got kids ...
thats was the thing that was the thing
can I see more
relax cowboy it's not like you geet none
course it is the same old, same old
strange would feel nice
I am just
saying
brings smiles
Likee
The too sticky
also to
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2014 - 11:56pm PT
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Is that Miss Patty Wax?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:08am PT
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hey there say, mouse... just stepped in, to say hey there...
say, love that LONE crow, on the top of the tree... :)
not quite a 'crow's nest' but a crows-nest, it be, ;)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:30am PT
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I post a
lone raven
too
the secret is out
onto
the mind
a yhing to waste (deep meditative OOm placed Here)
VS
politics
Go-b el dee guk
therapy
for the
unquite mind
and insomnea
seeds of madness planted here
serve well to bring
a small chuckle the rest of the long day
Baseball....chuck
He chucked it away
Chote
chokes
and chucks it away
Game over after skin your teeth back
Giant S choked first C
and weedge he no like baseball I wonder /bet ?
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:42am PT
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What are you people doing up? My excuse?
I'm 'aving a pint and fish and chips in London.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2014 - 06:20am PT
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wading for our chips to come in
(u dropped one there, reilly)
and the rain to fall
no problem where u are
our drought continues, not abating
it's really, reilly, so frustrating
twirl ur brolly three times widdershins for us blokes
count the number of its spokes
and take a pint for us
give queen bess a buss
and enjoy ur stay
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 15, 2014 - 11:52am PT
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eWipeout
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:02pm PT
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Surf's pup.
Before we had the Darwin Awards, there was this event:
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Reilly is in England trying to get this event resurrected as a much more PC happening, involving twits of all kinds.
At the moment it is considered "ineffectual property."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:51pm PT
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When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
1 Cor. 13:11
St. Paul was a notorious stick-in-the-mud. He lacks joy, though he preaches love. How sad.
I've been making soup today.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I've been going from one thing to another with no set plan today.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I don't use a recipe when making soup, either...like a kid might do.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm happy this way.
I'm making quartz and quartz of zoup, then freezing it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 15, 2014 - 04:32pm PT
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Times were more simple when we were children. Remember:
"all around the mulberry bush, donini chased the weasil"
(why? you'll have to ask him, I never thought to then and would be embarrassed to now)
so whither the weasil? can we gat an amen for eBonics?
[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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Oct 16, 2014 - 05:17am PT
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Oct 16, 2014 - 05:26am PT
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cowboy dreams are never cooperative.
go get 'em mouse,
round 'em up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 06:14am PT
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yee-haw, boy!boy, howdy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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zOrro
eLzOrro
zCaesar (zCaesar_salad was invented in TJ you know)
zCommerce, zBay, zSpn, zZRider, studZ Terkel
from the "The zWax Museum" (interesting note: studZ was an attorney, not a scientist - go figure)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
and who can forget zantZinger (me apparently)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 08:26am PT
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eWipeout Take II - Can anyone classify this move?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 11:20am PT
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EZ PZ.
"Oops zDaisy."
Technique invented by Tom & Dick Smothers for cravis rescue, so it's not really a move but a rope maneuver.
Speaking of pumas...
Boy, howdy![Click to View YouTube Video]Yee-haw, girl!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 11:26am PT
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Need I say foxZ ladies? Would zantZinger have beat 'em with a cane?
I wouldn't touch 'em with someone else's stingZer.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 11:42am PT
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WTFin'A - I had always heard that the Fifth Beatle was white.
In this, oh so obviously, photoshopped rendition they succeeded in Michael JacksoniZing Richard into a white boy. Not Ringo, man, the other one.
Just a quick question, (I've heard it pays not to be too inquistive in these partZ (well ok as long as we're here is it true partZ is partZ?)
Are those a pair of locker re-soulZ that Ringo is wearing?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 16, 2014 - 02:05pm PT
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A Troll, caught by the dawn turned to stone.
(That is what happens to them if they do not hide before sun up. It's a family thing, goes way back. A Bilbo Baggins Trick ,,)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 04:50pm PT
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"Mah friends, listen to me now and believe me later..."
Dog With A Blog, from DISNEY!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYoIO8_IEVs
It's a puerile piece of typical Disney "family-style humor," this series about a talking dog (a friend of a talking carrot, a relative of the talking yam from above).
neebee, I hope you will watch it, please. There is a clown painting in the clip which is frightening, if one is as sensitive as zClown.
I was feeling pretty low this morning. Laugh, clown, laugh.
The ancient elevator in the building (it goes all the way back to the twenties) will soon be renovated; the project will take around two months; the management is offering relocation for those tenants with problems ensuing (handicapped and wheelchair-bound and those like me who suffer from breathing issues) from climbing stairs. It's five stories and I live on three, that's not so bad.
My main concern with accepting other lodging for two months centered on my new bike, Electra the Graceful, as to where to put it. Carrying it up and down three flights of stairs is not to be countenanced. It turns out that there will be a bike rack installed in the lobby, so this made me decide to stay in the building. I'll be able to lock it securely and not hassle the enduro-climb.
My breathing (COPD strikes slowly, but perniciously) is seriously going to hell--at least it's more noticeable and more annoying and more frustrating than ever. I am hardly ever able to draw a breath without noisy rales anymore, accompanied by bouts of coughing up nasty stuff and it's really making me lose a lot of rest. It may be affecting my appetite somewhat, too, but I'm still eating raw foods, mostly, so that helps. Some of you who saw me at Facelift know my speed is slowed way down compared to "normal." I can't keep up and gotta go my own speed.
Anyway, I decided to stay. There is a hernia operation pending, too. I don't know how that may affect me as far as my mobility is concerned, but it's going to limit it for however long and however severely.
I want to assert that I am not whining, looking for sympathy, or seeking help. I'm just layin' it out there what's happenin' to me so rumors don't start a-bounding. My sit. has the pot. for depression, but I'm not letting it get to me. I look at that card, think what a wonderful world, and want to stick around to enjoy it as long as I can, ill or not, mobile or not.
I think of the song Black Peter a lot. It's an easy tune, I've listened to it hundreds of times. When I look at that card, I think, too, of how much pleasure I've had meeting the members of "The Flames Gang." I have yet to meet Jaybro and neebee and JohnTP and feralfae and zBrown.
I hope that before any of us pass on to the future life, that this will be taken care of. Life's been good so far: My troubles haven't been as great as some of the rest of you on the Taco have experienced, let's put it that way.
I want to say hi to Amyjo, too. The day we went birding out on the river and to Hornitos lives fondly in my heart, just next to the City of Rocks Expedition with MooseUse to visit with yet more of the ST crowd, and alongside the Oakdale Climbers Festival with all those dozens of fine folks.
Speaking of which, I won't be going to the OCS this year--the ladies will have to find someone equally good at shooting your fair faces and forms (and I was so looking forward to that, too). Instead, I'm resting my bones in Middle Earth and being "sedate" and not going far--the store, PO, maybe a turn around the block or over to Reinero's, but this hernia's no joke and it's getting me down just thinking of it and the upcoming procedure, whenever the VA gets around to me.
No day trips to the Valley, certainly. I may talk to my sister, Lenna Lou of the Lieback, and possibly take a week or so after the surgery to visit with her and Ed, up in Cedar Ridge near Sonora. This is a good thing, because we have much to talk about since none of our planned get-togethers have panned out this year. I think, though, of our Nana and how much she missed her sisters when she was on the road with Grandad, out in the West building dams and highways and SAC bomber runways on Guam. Part of her story, believe me, because a glass of wine alone is sometimes one's only solace.
I'm not forgetting the Road Trip to visit Cosmic; nor the one to visit Ron A and Max and SallyO--both last year, and T Hocking, yur not chopped liver--Tom's Thumb was unbelievably satisfying, if too short a trip. All these were doable only because I had some wheels. If this seems maudlin, it is. But better to take this opportunity NOW, than to let it go till it's TOO LATE.
I've been spending too much alone time in graveyards, I suppose. But when I'm dead and gone, it will be the same, because I don't want no plastic Jesus grave marker. I want the solitude of the High Place, the curving moraine below the SW Face of Mount Clark mentioned by Clarence King in "A Sierra Storm." I'll be comfortable there. It won't be that big a change from my life as it is.
Conversation between myself and the stars above Yosemite might be as much or more fun than dealing with the stars whom I have mentioned here. The big bonus might could be meeting up with my Liz once more, laid to rest next to the San Andreas Fault at Seal Rock on the Great Highway, maybe down by the Farallones in a few million millennia. Quien sabe, amigos?
Serious sh!t from Mouse from Merced. Thanks for reading this.
It's been perking just below the surface like a weak Yellowstone mud-pot a long time; and now the stink is let out I feel lots better.
Solomon Burke, Jennifer Grey, Patrick SwayZ/Cry To Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pouIFiaIig
It's time to say welcome to GOD, Gnome Ofthe Diabase, too. You're just what the Doctor ordered, dude!
Throwpie, you are chopped liver, my brother. :0)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 16, 2014 - 05:12pm PT
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hey there, say, mouse... hang in there...
was hoping that the one trip i had to calif, for my family, could have taken me to merced area, for timid and nita, and you, and a few others, but no time to get ride out that way... my mom needed me and the unexpected, best surprise, was the miracle of ALL my kids, only god knew that THAT would happen... so perfect, was his time...
had hoped johntp could have drove up too, but it was sooo far from folks, had to just get the bay area folks, and the great surprise of susan, over the santa cruz mts...
wished to get to facelift some day, would see many then, extended family, and hopefully audrey, and all you all, but i knew there was no way, after the recent trips...
so HANG on there, for all those folks that YOU still want to meet, too...
we are many, hoping for lots of various open doors... got good friends in bend, oregon, too, that wish to someday see...
so for you, and for me, and for all those hoping for good 'meet up trips' with good buddies--here's a cheer and prayers for us all...
now, LET us know of the surgery date, we need to pray and send you good cheer--it helps for the recovery...
good to hear the bike has a safe place to be locked down... though, during surgery, would it be good to have someone get it up to your room, to wait? or is the office good to watch out for it, everyday?
:( oh, i wish you had not, the breathing troubles... do you use oxygen at night? my 91 year old german friend, she recently got it, and it has helped her a lot...
keep thinking of all the love in the card that we all have for you, mouse...
i had a few hard weeks here, so i could not post the fun 'mouse' pics that i wanted to add to this FLAMES THREAD... :(
THOUGHT you'd get a happy kick out of them, but will have to wait...
not sure when, but we shall see...
put lots of my surprise gifts, on hold, as well, and am just taking care of nearby stuff, 'til the hard 'not feel up to par' days, are done...
knowing that god watches over us, though, gives a solid anchor and hidden flow of joy, in the midst of harder journeys...
MAY--this hold true for you, as well...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 05:31pm PT
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No, I don't use oxygen, neebee. I may start using it later, depending on "things." Just what those things are: Will the VA cover it like they are covering my other Rx? and will it actually be beneficial? and whatever else.
I very much liked what you said. You're such a blessing to the Taco. I certainly pray you are back to where you want to be--healthy and strong and independent-but-dependent on the Lord, which is how I try to be, honestly.
"Trails" would be boring without "travails," eh? A path through the talus is never to be taken lightly...Ed Hartouni ran into a little bitty biter on After Six when he climbed with Lilabiene there two weeks ago. Small troubles are not easily seen, we need to watch out constantly and I pray for safety even as I walk (or glide on Electra) down the sidewalks here in town.
I will make sure the Silver Ride is parked and locked in my room when I go to visit the VA, which is the 29th, for a pre-op consult. I can't imagine there will be much of a wait after that, but it's the VA, and you just never know. I use both the cable with which it came and my old U-shaped lock, the Titanic of bike locks, when it gets parked, even for the shortest visit to a store or wherever.
And thank you, one more time, you awesome lady!
And Powder, sweetheart, thank you for your effort, too. I sure hope your physical woes are on the road to wellness and that you get some climbing in before this spectacular fall weather turns.
And one more thanks, one more time, to Lilabiene, for her strategic role in the delivery of Electra.
Golden Girls Theme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiQzUEc_FmI
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 06:03pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Happy Anniversary, The Flames.
October 16, 2012. Installment number one.
Fletcher
Trad climber
Fumbling towards stone
First "poster boy" for The Flames.
Eric doing his Mr. Natural impression, sans robe and beard.
Mr. Real Natural
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 17, 2014 - 06:19am PT
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six to three first walk off home run pennant win since when?
I am flying blind my pre view is not UP?
this was yesterday at 6:13pm I started
the family was heckling me but the light...
.(I had missed some)
The loves me Jay bird (get this done get thet done Quaw Quaw QWAUW)
is at me
so sorry (one more)
argh. wait whats that do you see it?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3z-GwdaKrn8http:
V V V V V V V V
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2014 - 06:33am PT
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^^^G.O.D., ever climb Try Again Ledge?
It's right of The Caverns in the Five Open Books, an Ed Leeper route.
Oh, this might be a weird day. I just clicked on this thread, and Rodger's post at the top of the page mentions, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, Try Again Ledge.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=984269&tn=80
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2014 - 11:05am PT
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Get it done yet, honey?
Spent a little time on the mountain,
Spent a little time on the hill.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 17, 2014 - 01:04pm PT
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Love that New Speedway....their take of the Altamont Adventure I've heard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2014 - 01:24pm PT
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Mod Squad be not squat
Come together in a figure-eight knot
See the reggae cowboy war be fought
Somewhere where it's really hot
Like in Fresno County like as not
I'm be fakin' it horse tonight
Somewhere out in the bright moon, right
Under the musical orbs in flight
Man oh man it's so far outasite
Jimmy gimme the DY-NO-MITE!
[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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Oct 17, 2014 - 01:25pm PT
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Oh, he'll claim not to remember this night in Berkeley.
Or was it?
We were in a closet smoking out with Jones.
No, wait...that was at Apathy House with Leo Newburn and Mathis and Leo's little brother Louie. I remember that.
The question remains, "Why deny?"
Let the flow go.
Man.
Mon.
Trojan skinheads (also known as traditional skinheads or trads) are individuals who identify with the original British skinhead subculture of the late 1960s, when ska, rocksteady, reggae and soul music were popular, and there was a heavy emphasis on mod-influenced clothing styles.
Don't forget the grass, lass.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm thinkin' out loud
Can you hear me now
Thank me later
It's a great big roogalator
The question remains
Unanswered
But it's still the same
Is cheese better or is dreck better if dreck is better than drivel?
If dreck's not better*
Than drivel** it tends to beg the question
I end up juggling things
And never get my ducks in a row
Not even on a pond
*Send him to Dr. G
He's the new science guy
Relocating to another planet in the SoCal Galaxy
**Then where does that leave me
Out in?
In out? "Captain,sir, you've got to exhale."
Burton Cummings/WHO?/My Own Way To Rock
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a1qeKzBf7Y
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2014 - 02:23pm PT
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I am sorry for your loss, but kindly think of getting out there a little more and posting up some climbing content on this site. Attributed to none other than mike m solely responsible for content
On behalf of this little section of supersoapo, thank you for condoling.
Be assured that our science writers are preparing a comeback for this character in the near future.
And your advice is sound, if not pie-in-the-sky thinking.
As Dr. might say...but then you call him in the morning, just like he asked you to,
and...Tomorrow's Another Day.
(To be continued. Then eventually discontinued. Then, who cares?)
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 17, 2014 - 05:40pm PT
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I remember learning to juggle in camp 4...It was all the rage. I perfected it with green tomatoes when working the loading dock at Ragu in Merced. There were also these pre-hackysack things made out of a disk of phonebook with a feather sticking out of the middle. Chain walking also. Red hot coal tossing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2014 - 06:02pm PT
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Hey, surfing's more dangerous when you're juggling, right?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Everyone duck! Throwpie's jugglin' pies!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 17, 2014 - 06:42pm PT
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Hey man, I gotcha it’s hangin low, /././././-90my=,././././ Funny typo - !ST lee Remick still does it for me Angie Dickerson too
1st lee my wife (not named Lee) and I went and saw Burton 'These Eyes' Cummings and the showstopper was right there on YouTube that was .... Another story...
Today was not a day that I had time to post up ......she's the love of my life ......supposedly
I left the laundry all over the floor
ran out on her.. yo........while she was indisposed (Insert Truck stop potty faces here) to go climbin with a rope and A partner who already knows me and what I demand for A belay. This has become a challenge of late I burn thru partners and their chicks always dig me… asked if I like Cake I ask for a taste…. big Al’s girl from way BITD may be to blame.Another strange story((Karen Wilkennson ,like the sword the razor advertisment from yor:: the sound of swords clashing if I could I would find that swashbuckeler sound (Insert Erol Flynn. Hey I resemble that remark, clash clang)
still spelling out more
I blame my self for not joining this Kampfire sooner have only been a modern Emailin fool for less than six months though before that I refused, still have xxx mags under the mattress.
Did you catch Macdaddys’ regurgitation was that like the leaving of Ekat Gordo and
Dr F; also My fault …a confident climber is like a good assassin…an insecure climber is like a relief pitcher who only throws balls
Buttstain..no thats not right, Buhddastalin nolikee this
at three am I posted this,... I thought it clear… on the thread that earlier you saw and then asked me about
easy climbs in Yos
Looks easy from here
was starting to say what I will finish
this is not all that well thought out
have you ever maintained more than two noObs before?
Take smoking ducks’ advice and he will get to send some one out to pick up the pieces.
ground school
is key to give the beginning climbers' mind the info to feel safe and for it to be fun
getting in over your head if you're not skilled at the "guide mode"
Guide mode is work ....Peer pressure...that you don't mean to generate....will leave the weakest member of your party at risk....
preaching now..
hire /get ...a professional or a second experienced in the easy? ?....climbing that you seek
if you need to ask here....just saying...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 17, 2014 - 07:07pm PT
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You posting up like alot let me get som o content in or a book I'll have to write,to catch up, Regnad Kcinthis picture only needs,fill light ,exposure etc. (eek it is after ten) for clarity's sake (TO bed them resididuals must be NOW sent) ,,,,back when I'm drnkin and then picture tinking I'll will have to doican do this
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 18, 2014 - 05:40am PT
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oh just trying to keep up
Nick Danger...street sings must only be posted if they can not be read red?.
Stop signs, the gold of my life says, are okay
and make fun of my whip age all you want
you... as I have now had to admit
are older than me by the same length of time that I have been climbing.30yrs age diff actually
44+years climbing for me at this point BRRAAGh big brag.
Damn it man it is not my fault that the Mountain bar room held sway with you when the
impecunious me was visiting the granite ditch
or that I and the girls I climbed with were the first
generation of hangdogs to climb
making it a wiener roast. sticks at half mast looking at McNutt butter crotches(()) Sandra & Joanna (sitting on those thighs!)The McNutt sisters
The girls have and still do think I am quite cute, my member has got the right girth
((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvrupRQD44I));
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 01:56pm PT
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Malice's restaurant massacre thread. Group W meets on Turd's Day.
Whiners International prayer breakfast on Friday.
Brokedown Climbers meet at 11 am on Turd's Day.
The Taco, for me, seems to be a lot of the enchilada, lately.[Click to View YouTube Video]Not the whole enchilada, for there are other things to eat.
There seems to have been a Great Reaction to The Closing Down of the Wrong Right thread.
It could be trend-setting is here to stay. They liked the old version of the Mickey Mouse Club so well (actually, the Mouseketeers just grew the hell up) that they canceled it. Then they brought it back with a new cast, the likes of whom you know. We have been there, here, and done that there thing, so go back in the archives and check it out, DirtBrag.
I have lurked and looked and will refrain from entering that arena, just as with the Old School thread. Politics and endless regurgitation of the same old makes my head hurt and I get confused by double talk and I'm sure you all agree with me.
BUT I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, OTAY?
Keep your own counsel, say you are a member of a party, let it go, I know where you f*#king stand, obviously. OTAY?
I don't wanna know about how son-of-a-bitchy contrary is our elected president, the lame duck. OTAY?
The smoking duck had it right in his first post on that jingus thread, calling it, the 'Dumbest and stupidest thread on the the internet.'
THAT SAID, I need never go there again, because to doubt the duck is to flaunt your own ignorance.
There is this, though.
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2014/07/10/you-might-be-surprised-who-makes-obamas-list-of-great-republican-presidents/
It includes one presidential statement which is oxymoronismo to me:
“My mom, she had good old-fashioned liberal, progressive values but she wasn’t involved in politics and my favorite president is a Republican named Abraham Lincoln.”
Liberals, in my mind, have always been non-reactionary, progressive, duh. This precludes being old-fashioned if one is liberal. This is oxymoron country, in this old man's opinion.
This is NOT criticism of the man's attempts to do the impossible. It is only an observation that he should have had a better talk with his speech writers.
All the same, I'd like to declaim,
Maybe liberalism is just the same as conservatism under the blankets?
And yet the good gents 'over there' got to belabor the product of our founding fathers, a good enough political system, as long as you don't become too involved, and agitate and be foolish in front of thousands, but then that's their own damn business and none of my own.
Rants dressing is not available for this political salad that I've served up. So sorry.
In the words of Patrick Henry, owner of the Blue Fox Bistro in Williamsburg, "I regret that I only have Russian, French, and some old, old vinaigrette, suh, but the croutons are fresh."
This has been a paid non-political post.
You wanna talk politics, head to the Blue Fox. It's on the right side of the road, though, I gotta warn ya.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 18, 2014 - 02:08pm PT
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Still trying ta lurn me the way to get that video thingy to show up
on the thread.... real climbers.... I posted some thing that just sent me into the bottom of my jim beam
When the grey light of day was starting to show and life was an hour or two from starting,
To get sleep to come I would head to the turdfull thread; Gobble Dee Guk VS SmrataZs' No Climbing
A thread full of BS(where the duck would some times crap too.) 'Topeans' that I recognize left steamy Bear sized loads and the Brahma bulls' cow pies would put me to sleep which I needed
that's all I used it for
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 18, 2014 - 05:10pm PT
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You are right that the moderates I was jailed to by that crew I was with that time.
The Cow ,Grack, Lower Little Bro,swan slab stuff, Ant Fanny's Pantry. the manure pile, Nutcracker et. al.
((bunch of times, that last ones' The trade route. The first thing I would do when I got to the valley would be to swing leads with what ever 'freshy' I was with until they said when.))
Many at the 'Books', Bishop's terraces, Royal Arches (serenity crack? that bashed out start thing) the fine crack to face just below it had just been done. I sent it. got an early repeat
Adrenaline (123 easy peesee a proud moment, in front of a crowd)
You asked about Oak flat? (would that be how we rapped into A Separate Reality? different trip some one slipped trying the 'head jam' rest and tore his ear,Got to meet Warner )
Try again ledge? most certainly. That is the name of a Gunks classic
I am sure that I would Have Insisted on leading It.
Green dragon to Mr Natural stands out. (and for days after) with 'Yabo' who grabbed the belay after knocking down my inattentive (to a scary degree) belayer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 08:43pm PT
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Prine is the poor man's Prince, as I C it.
Prine's prints are on file with the FBI, I betcha, too.
He looks like a poor man's LostInShanghai, at least sometimes, in a vague Bruce Jenner/Billie Jean kinda way, nawmean?
Up on Choctaw Ridge I saw Billie Jean McAllitster beat Bobby Riggs to death in a bungie-jumping contest.
She was able to swat the water with her tennis racket three times before she was lifted back into no gravity.
And he only got two.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 10:52pm PT
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Burton Lorne Cummings, OC OM (born December 31, 1947, in Winnipeg, Manitoba) is a Canadian musician and songwriter.
Lorne Michaels, CM (born November 17, 1944) is a Canadian-American television producer and writer, best known for creating and producing Saturday Night Live and producing the various film and TV projects that have spun off from it.
Lyon Himan Green, OC (February 12, 1915 – September 11, 1987), better known by the stage name Lorne Greene, was a Canadian actor and musician.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Geronimo!
He is a member of the Crow Tribe, and only vacations in Canada.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 11:19pm PT
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How about a date, baby?Notice the old "historical" dates, the ones lodged in the upper tiers of the pineapple-looking crown retain color. The ones from past seasons, lower down in the pattern, are somewhat darker in comparison.
http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/historic-versus-historical
There are anhistorical dates, I suppose.
anhistorical
English
Etymology
an- + historical
Adjective
anhistorical (comparative more anhistorical, superlative most anhistorical)
Not historical. Bottom line.
But were they REAL? Or were they MEMORICS?
[Click to View YouTube Video]A classic TV ad, or just some pseudo-jazz pop music player with a cool brim?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 09:08am PT
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Justin, Big Mike, and other bugshutters,
In the interests of relieving myself of worrying about this dammed lack of rain in the Far West,
and in order to counter any ill effects of dehydration felt from Microdot's recent fun solo run through the Fresno desert,
I thought it might could refresh a body to remember that, as Longfellow penned:
So here are pix taken on the fly,
As I was simply just passing by
On the way back to the place that I
Call home.
I'd like to thank John, driver that day, of course.
At Valley View.
Call 209/372-0200 for YNP road conditions.
In the rain, John said, he automatically cuts the speed to insure our safety (and his).
A rock no one seems to forget once they've seen it.
One more look for the road, though...
His name's not Leo, likely.
It's dried up now and has been for some time.
"Who can the weather command?"--Black Peter
"The sun'll come out tomorrow."--Annie
I would not trade any of my tomorrows for a single yesterday, however.
It's just easier taking the bus when it's raining than hitching, Bobbie.
YARTS may not 'rule' but it's as good as it gets if you haven't any wheels.
Some of you, not many, but some, would appreciate the ride up and back.
These were made on April 1, 2013, no foolin'.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 01:00pm PT
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A photo for my good buddy in Michigan, the one with the simply adorable rabbit.Get thee well!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 04:41pm PT
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"A science book, Galen."
"Any good?"
"Wayne Merry has a copy of that, dude!"
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 19, 2014 - 04:44pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, thank you...
simply funny
and: Bud E
such fun names, for sure...
almost good enough to be taco-handles, ;))
doing much better these last 3 days, praise the good lord... >:D<
good enough too, to get this coz quilt started...
:)
and next, hope to get the paintings into next phases, too...
seems they were waning, but are soon to be waxing, ;)
when they are 'new' of course, they are 'unseen' except in the mind,
of me...
and when they are 'full' they are ready to to be viewed, and sent to new homes... :)
will post a simply funny pic, soon as i can, later this eve...
my 'later this eves' seem to all be piling up these last few months, oh my...
well, i've got a goal, at least, just have not yet, met it, to cross the ol' finish line, is all... ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 04:56pm PT
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The race will never be over
Until you're rollin' in clover.
The pastures of heaven await
On beyond that pretty pearl gate.
When you get there and meet Saint Pete
He'll see you and hit "sins/delete."
Cuz he knows all the good that you've done,
He'll say, "Come in--we'll have us some fun."
Fish fries and barbecue all the time
A new model halo every year
And the reality of it won't matter a bit
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 19, 2014 - 07:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 07:49pm PT
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Dr. z, trying to make us think.
Where have I seen that...
Sorry, you were not done. My bad.
I feckin' abjectly beg your forgiveness.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 19, 2014 - 07:52pm PT
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Go climb a t-shirt.
-Maurice Chevrolet ("some call me a space cowboy, others a wannabe gangster")
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 08:13pm PT
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Bee Happy, Make Yer Honey.
For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things
And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop, that is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years
I'm walking a line, I'm thinking about empty motion
I'm walking a line, just barely enough to be living
Get out of the way, no time to begin
This isn't the time, so nothing was done
Not talking about, not many at all
I'm turning around, no trouble at all
You notice there's nothing around you, around you
I'm walking a line, divide and dissolve
Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Goin' down the road, feelin' glad.Got my dog, my bike, my heavy-duty aluminum foil Da Brim,
my copy of Pollyanna, and my boss is me and me alone.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Oct 19, 2014 - 08:57pm PT
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And the heat goes on....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 09:31pm PT
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thank you, norm, now buy me a beer
it's a little-known fact
that i sometimes lack tact
how could i have forgot
what u told me u thought?
--Cliff E. Barred
cheers!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 19, 2014 - 09:46pm PT
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I understand 100% of what you write Mouseau. But then I learned your language early on.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 10:10pm PT
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Thank you for that, Steve.
I was asking myself, just yesterday, in fact, "Why don't I suggest to Throwpie that he post some of his artwork on the art thread with images?"
I could come up with no good reason. But now I've got your ear...I will suggest that.
But "only if you want to..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 20, 2014 - 12:35am PT
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I was wrong, MooseDrool.
People have given me praise.
Witness.
"Now that's poetry!"
Anastasia, thank you, my nymph.
It was in response to this little bit, inspired by the tornadoes that had plagued our midwest and threatened OK & TX. It's dated May 21, 2013.
Complete with video and commentary.
Here's the best advice for fights and being in a windstorm, too.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Free the poor homeless OK cowboys & cowgirls from their awful disaster, out there where the living is "easier."
[No title]
I prefer San Jose-type disasters, like the quakes.
Cuz they give me the shakes.
Open artificial lakes.
Chase out all the snakes.
Wake up all the flakes.
All the cars put on their brakes.
End to end to end to end on the bridge intakes.
It's a temporary end to what man "makes."
One more for the road dated June 6, 2013
For Royal and Liz.
Who are approaching a fiftieth anniversary on November 17th, the same date as mine and my own lovely Lizzie's.
Hard Men and Hard Rain
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.--Bob Dylan
Oh, where are you going, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where will you be, my daring young one?
I’m going to Fin Dome to climb with the Rainbows
I’m looking for something that will satisfy a hunger
I’m seeking a power within me that will blow me away
I may not find it till I have been proven worthy
But find it I must and find it I will
If I have to climb every forested hill
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard man’s a coming home.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve been out to Tahquitz where the snow still resides
I’ve been out to the desert where there’s no shade to find
I’ve been to the Valley where glory is waiting
I’ve been to Fort Bliss and done my military duty
I’ve seen the old elephant now I want to climb one
I’ve been skiing and racing and winning some trophies
But it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard way for to live.
Oh, who have you seen, my blue-eyed gun?
Who have you met, my darling old one?
There are Fitschen and Pratt and Frost and Chouinard
There are Royal, Don, Roy, Ray, and good old Frank Hoover
There are Mendenhalls, Sherricks, Wiltses, and Gallwases
There was Mark Powell, Warren Harding, and sweet Liz Burkner
There are countless others which I can’t now remember
And it’s a joy, it’s a joy, it’s a joy,
And it’s a joy, to have led a life and climbs like my own.
--MFM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 20, 2014 - 01:38am PT
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As I expressed today in another thread, now expunged after a life of only four or five hours, my creative juices have flowed as a result of being on supertopo.com.
However, that fine little chunk of clear thinking is now beyond reach and I'm more than a little hurt. I'm feeling butt-hurt. It so does not matter whether hashbro deleted or if the thread was bombed. If you did so, bro, more power to you. HA! I am feeling like a German Jew just before the sh#t hit the fan in '39. I'm not calling anyone names, BTW. The Flames has always been "the last bastion of civility" for this website, as Ron Anderson called it.
Much of the good will that I have encountered on this website has already been thanked by me. In case I have neglected anyone's efforts to encourage me in the past, let me now express my thanks simply.
Thank you.
It seems the best course is to copy my best poems and put them in the vault, maybe use them in a printed version of myself at a later time, should I have the energy.
I know I will have the time. I am happy here, but needs must be met.
I'm financially unable to continue on the internet. I'm very much in need of another lens for my camera and the camera itself needs to be put in the shop for repairs and cleaning. There is an upcoming surgery, possibly, and I need to prepare for this and any eventualities resulting from that, and that will take money I COULD spend with Comcast, the rip-off specialists.
They've gone back on their word to give me service at so and so a price and I'm just the kind who'll spit on 'em and tell 'em, "Tell withya." Once I get out of that deal, I'll be able to implement whatever long-range plan I might devise, which I hope with all my heart will take me around some of this big old country.
I'm closing up shop here on The Flames as of now, but I'm keeping faith with Pascal and not resigning. I may pop out of the baseboards now and again. We shall see.
"We shall see," said the third blind mouse to the first blind mouse.
"Hey there, see what?," said the second blind mouse, in wonderment. And they all danced out the door into the moonlight.
I may see you guys and dear neebee, my bestest friend on the Taco, next to zBrown, of course, in the funny papers or at Ringling Brothers. I may go to Tierra del Fuego, first.
Or maybe Chula Vista, where they see pretty well all the live-long day.
Smile and ask God to give me a break here. He might could be listening and I know He'll do SOMETHING! He may not. What do you have to lose? Give it a shot.
MouseOut.[Click to View YouTube Video]
“After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.”
and
“Everyone has to be an orphan some time.”
― John Steinbeck, The Pastures of Heaven
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 20, 2014 - 07:51am PT
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so Dr. F banned from Supertopo #2 was archived, eh?
Wondering about that is like wondering why Gunther Grass, Arthur Schnitzler and Thomas Mann do not warrant T-shirts, yet Nietzsche does.
I was going to start a strength vs flexibility thread, but I'm afraid it might get deleted. I have afterall had one (that I can remember) removed and my stuff is pretty innoculated (you don't see me floating in a pool of ebola detritus do you?).
Isn't there a famous climber who goes by "bird'? I'm tellin' ya, he better watch out for Goliath:
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 11:20am PT
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Alittle TLC,...(a lot)
all better ,like a different bird
altogether
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 11:27am PT
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I am taking a computer class tomorrow
she threatend to pummel me with the key board, as you did,if I didn't
and there are more pics like either of these for you to see
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 11:33am PT
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I have been away climbing
and then writing 'cause of that rgold morning post (you are the muse)
of Bontique Crag ? where did it go?
oh right there repeating myself All three tragic rescue cases as if at deaths door
with little more than TLC they each came back and now stink up my space
now with cold comming on I get sent down stairs to live on the slab not basement floor
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 20, 2014 - 11:42am PT
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Nice birds Gnome. A couple of them look a bit suspicous though.
Keep 'em away from Spidees as Halloween approaches.
Your mom is very cute and sweet looking. Somehow I thought you were older. You are over 13, right?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 11:45am PT
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Z well hello I will not show you her tits but thanks
for showing me Zog's
I was bottle fed in an Incubator
Probably the cause
I was playing for Coz
it is my way praying
your music is in my head
thanks for putting it here instead
Can you find the punk band , All ?? (euch,just saying,not really my taste)
Pummel is the sixth album by California pop punk band... All
yeha that last ones not her
she was a rescue that we took in as a
him but spontaneously producing eggs,
she's a her.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 12:00pm PT
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STIGMA
Our Mouse with Dennis Miller 1970
then freed (1st pitch at.13 by Alan Watts in '85 or '86) I think Kyle Merriam
((she was the bomb a real valley ringer (thnx Yabo)) and I threw at the A3 second pitch, trying to free it. it was a scandal wasn't it?
But my notes would be in Miss. Paper Bag
((the stuff scribbled in Meyers&Reid light blue chockstone press'87))
are worth copying to enlarge in order to try to Decipher.
and yes I will be thriteen next month
and will be for ever!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 12:06pm PT
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I was
goin to
zen you
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a blank page
to show you how it will feel....
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 12:32pm PT
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MOUSE Of MERCED?
YOU OUT THRE??
My kids loved Winne growing up, and Yeeor too
Zen I should them that picture
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 01:17pm PT
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Well I was so inspired that I retrieved C B Box but not his mate Paper Bagg she is still
missing and I fear lost. She And not He had the Cali. stuff
(the most relevant to the rescue of the mouse)
and Like YEEOR IN the post Above
spilt out his guts
to see what there was to show all of thee
smelling musty but I was forced to remember that scanning will take
this cumputer gumby too much time
besides I found Names And old addresses
Of some cohorts from back in the day
Is it P.C., or not Okay to try and get back in touch
McNutt butter? I now regret saying that
The kid in the picture is Bryan Kay...(he's the one on the left)
What are the chances that he is here (and named Bryan)...
Holy sh#t some negatives from JTree including the one I wrote about Of Scott C, soloing the Ski trac formation (looks like I captured the bussiness of him in the LEFT, mid route 5.11c am I right?)
the Gold in negative formworking on the fly, Grasshopper
and a divorce If I do not stop beating this dead horse.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 20, 2014 - 04:58pm PT
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Posted on
"my annual post about non-climbing threads" at 5pm 10/20/14
C mac's thing...
so now
are all of you happy
vented your spleens
ranted
made bad puns and
not so Cryptic messages
For G.O.D's Sake men .,.,.,.,.,.said in a stern british accent
Now from the Looks Of it we lost our muse
Mouse
yes I am crying into fart wind.,. CRY wha wha wha
but really it is very foolish what some of you wish for
You wo' not understand 'cause you were, most likely,
not there but a lot of us who passed through knew it,
this site is a little bit like the valley in '72 and by '90 it was OVER.
and it was good times and bad times and life without a e net.
But it was yours, mine and hers and even the LEOs' Respected,
shoes and a chalk bag some webbing and wide eyes was all that you needed to enter.
like the last errant leaf, spinning to earth, it comes to rest
ignored, indiscernible from the rest...
undetected.
your welcome MOUSE OF MERCED!!
And
/// THANK YOU
from
the family of Gnome Ofthe Diabase
Ne G.O.D.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 20, 2014 - 06:41pm PT
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Say what?
we consider ourselves to be part of civil society, and much of how we conduct our lives is governed through purely verbal contracts, just as we are typically first censured for wrongdoings through verbal attacks, rather than to be whipped or tortured on the rack for it. i'd like to think we've long gone beyond the primitive and somewhat barbaric stage of physically torturing others in order to make them fear and respect our power, and as we emphasise our shift to the verbal, there must be a decline in the act of physical torture.
Total messages posted: 2,110,258 I wonder if this includes deletes?
You could die?
Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes
Present your too hip card? Lost yours, I'll lend you mine.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Oct 20, 2014 - 08:47pm PT
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Just when I thought I couldn't think for myself no more, I come here to realize my thoughts are recorded on the fly
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2014 - 03:08pm PT
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Okay, I've had my moment of doubt and indecision.
I'm not about to "Let go and let G.O.D.!"
Just thank God and hang on to that ledge. And it's more fun to do it as a hand-traverse than as a hands-and-knee-crawl.
Don Don's Weekend Six
or
A Half-Tale of Woe
With boyish impatience and sloth-like precision,
With over-bivouacked minds in vague indecision
We awaited the moonlight while casting derision
On various topics, such as skating and fishin’.
And speaking of water, we’d made an omission--
The haul bag was splitting, beginning division.
Our gear was all wet and we had a vision
Of what would go down, should we continue this mission.
We both said our prayers, the Act of Contrition.
Wrapping up we rapped down, avoiding collision.
But the finger of fate, had made IT’S decision,
And of this sad story the campfire’s still dishin’.
Sorry for all the blather. I had to get my head together.
Jesus is your kid, so why don't you teach Him to clean up after you, dude?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 21, 2014 - 03:13pm PT
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Was feelin' real blue the mouse wiyhee no it was well scareee
Then sandbagee zot prankstee cosmic Hees got that third eye seeee
made me feel there was a real chance that weed pullMoM back
But the gnome could never replace Mouse of merced...
With less than half as many ascents on the PYVG as on the monzonite
the rankinig would thus be all wrong
Diabase is all creases not a lot of cracks, edges incuts and stuff
besides wid the weedge it would cause a real goodness come bad daddy of a fight
wick an for willee that to share with every one here is a better idea for the site
ZEE brown ist most up to the task but then there is Pate and survival and Jefe knows clown
all of you can not hold the candle save grey mouse if we can Pray a moment for Crill and for Coz
neebee is also alight for the right reasons and elcap pirate he'll shang hi your hart to many to shame with stoopid rime this is phart.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2014 - 03:24pm PT
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FRiENDS ArE the SunShine of LIFE and belong on the CoVeR.
They are also the spice in my life and belong on the cover of Thyme.
I just need to spend a little LESS time HERE and WAY more time OUT THERE.
You know how it can get.Leader of the pack.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 21, 2014 - 04:14pm PT
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Starr's guide, most likely the muse that twinkled the M.o.M the book is perhaps the greatest treasure that came out of C B Box. The copy I've got is the eighth edition and what I first used to hike in the region
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 21, 2014 - 06:14pm PT
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It was no such thing, sir.
I put the most blame for my yen for climbing on Tom Hornbein, who wrote about the West Ridge of Everest.
I blame Wilfrid Noyce secondarily, who wrote the World Atlas of Mountaineering, published posthumously in 1970 and given to me for Christmas that year by my brother and his wife.
I read it cover to cover twice and kept it as my main source for info on what I was reading about in the mags--Rocksport, Mountain, Summit, Ascent, etc.
I particularly liked the maps. They were simple and explanatory.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfrid_Noyce
http://www.everest60.com/team.php
Wilfrid Noyce, supportive of Hillary and Tenzing during the 1953 Everest Expedition, FA of Machpuchare, died in 1962 in the Pamirs with Robin Smith.
As for his book, South Col:
Wilfrid Noyce recounts his involvement in the 1953 British expedition in his South Col. It's a much more personal account than the official Ascent of Everest, by expedition leader John Hunt. It's nice to hear some of the finer details of the expedition that would make official accounts less tidy, such as George Lowe joking around by removing his dentures, or George Band telling a newspaper man who was haggling him that their summit assault would commence with Spitfires circling the South Col. Astronaut Buzz Aldrin famously complained that NASA never sent a poet to the moon, but the British were intelligent enough to send one to Everest. Not only does Noyce include poetry at the end of the book, he writes in a contemplative style that adds some wonder and beauty to the process of climbing the world's highest mountain. It takes him a while to get to Everest, but his writing makes it well worth the wait.
http://everestbookreport.blogspot.com/2012/06/south-col-by-wilfrid-noyce.html
I am finding that the writing of Clarence King has much the same kind of old school charm, the same appreciation of the sublime and of the mundane.
I remember and always will remember, I suppose, Millis removing his bridge to reveal his missing front teeth. And he could tell a story well. This was King's main attribute in society, that he had a million stories and told them all with flair.
Noyce was pretty much the same. Only he's the one I'd let marry my daughter.
"Bevin, if there's a choice, make it Willy Noice."
"It's Wilfrid, Dad. And his name is Noyce."
"Well, that's noice, child."
Today's sponsor has been:
Noicely's on Hwy. 395, open year-round.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 22, 2014 - 08:30am PT
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Don't flash the birdy
Well okay then
yhatben said that I went to recover CB Box is BIG
The Darling wife upon moving in with me 20yrs ago
She still claims it was an axe I dent your fun and keep you home she threw away my stuff all my notebooks and betty addresses across the western half of the world to me
Is this even making sense?
Now like a pree ejaculator I am spewing at thee
GREAT BASEBALL GAME
Not even close Ha lets see if they get it won in 5
the ol' dog she's 14
" they get along" ...It's happening to you J Prine
MR. mouse sir please I’m not done
This, repartee has slated juices and taken me away from an odious task of chronicling my Chossy past. And I am wondering am I in the fair company ‘cause got no Idea what Z brown is trying to say the same exact post to say good hello goodbye to ‘D’antonio??
Both Bob and Z are great in my book
Does the name ‘ Kyle Merriam ‘mean any thing to any one or you??
She beat my butt against the Granite for a month one fall or summer turning many moons ago
So fine ‘sur ley cusz’ is it your belly? as it is mine, & tomorrow I go to doctor and again he’ll poke it and say it is time. Sorry too for not just myself, and for you too, to not be younger.
That is why you have the dead head around although I am a big ol’
Dead head too.
Really hope that the Norwegian and I are or can be buds ??
what do you think is there any thing I should do?
Well okay then (not plain ya with ‘otay)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2014 - 09:49am PT
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brother on a mission to GOSH DARN IT ^^^
take some lessons in norwegian
i sent u pms but maybe better via ups
istherenojusticeinrenotopo?
answer or die strangled by a saw chain
prine minister my back if u have one or two on the table
maybe that old dog-dog ate 'em?
i would give u jug band music were i a doc on the hudson
then we could go play on the palisades
how much more obvious or two the pointless do i have to BB here?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 22, 2014 - 01:38pm PT
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Pm this time with some time comin
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2014 - 06:25pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
GOD is "dead," Good Buddy. 10/4. Come back.
We've solved our comm prob with crows counting down to the sixties.
"Oh, Gnomez! I love it when you make me think!"--Mortizzya
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2014 - 06:47pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I was Stills Young and my trailer was full of juice,
I took off with Young Ross to do El Cap.
We got mighty high on Hiway 99,
On our way to The Yosemite.
The year was seventy-three and we tried the old 3-D,
We got shut down on pitch thirteen.
And the captain said you need jug band music.
So come back next year, boys, and forget that CB noise.
And forget your boom boxes, too.
And the Whites and the Bulldogs and the Kennys kept on truckin'
While we nursed our hurt in the same old way.
We smoked haikus in a bong, and it wasn't long,
Before we knocked off Salathe.
It only took six days, and my lady was amazed
That we handled it with apparent ease.
I had patched the hole in my soul, and I felt like a demi-god,
I began the fad of holes in Levi knees.
They were Lee Riders, actually.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Peter O'Nutoole at his absolute best, just like I was then.
Black in the day, White in the night.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 22, 2014 - 07:51pm PT
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Something that was said up post made me think about the beats the mad free form poets from the fifties and how the formative experience in a couple of the men's lives was a hiking trip.
That Kerouac describe as a climb. It was a climb to them but as a climber it was and read like a steep hike. The perception thus is of course in the eye of the reader based on that persons
own background and experience.
It has been twenty years since I last read "On The Road".
That seems sort of sad and amazing at the same time. The book was some sort of validating
tome that I would reach for over and over again.
If a girl left me I would reach for the book that I do not have a copy of at this moment. The staccato sound of the writing style some how gave an over active mind something to follow and a calming effect took hold.
As I think back on that younger me it seems that I was not the same. Back then my lack of true passionate experience defined as the conflicting feelings of extremes; emotional lows and highs made, "On The Road" and its description of living with passion for every adventure seem vital and important.
I will have to see if as a feeling generating book, a story of more or less directionless slackers, young men with no point or aims and in such a different, world holds any of it's former allure.
Today's world and my place in it and perspective gained from living highs and lows; a passionate life that often seems to overwhelm. Makes the ideas that were already old hat in the seventies when I read it, seems less validating today.
As long as I had a direction to head in and was in line to accomplish something even just a rock climb. I felt equal to or superior to the aimless Neil and sensitive Sal ne. Kerouac.
say what ?? some times you feel like a nut and other times you send an email
casting a stone into a still pond and it being dark not seeing where the ripples go
did I just put the retrograde into quick silver or is it safe to run out side to cover a leaky car witha tarp in a blowing........ rain storm ........(Ne gale)
and
what about
Gail
some times you wonder and some times you are lost
but wondering around lost is not good for your health
Especially in a rain storm looking for Gail at night
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 22, 2014 - 08:20pm PT
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zRoxing is not the mother of invention nor either perhaps the instantiation of the double helix.
Rather it's a simple artifice
Brother I can spare a dime
Not a dime bag mind you
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2014 - 07:12am PT
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Happy Birthday to mice sister Lenna of the LLayback.
Swanny go brawny go up and come down.
Swell. It's tomorrow, the 24th.
But I may have gone south by then, as Who knows:
What?
Might could happen.
Take that back to Kerouac, Jack.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 23, 2014 - 01:18pm PT
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Paradise...
To try and sustain
Hold place ...Back from doc need Rx and so off to pharma college
right back at you Z my mothers got no match.
not in a good way she has perfected eternal life
she shrinks a bit every day
if she drinks it is absolute ly
split person ality day
and mouse why for
ANONYMITY
All please read not the mother of the year or deca
octogenarian invention aha 'adees
Any one climb in the sun
She is inaugust seriously
Cosmic no clownin, like your avatar pic she is
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2014 - 01:50pm PT
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To Psilocyborg, whose thoughts might could be recorded on the fly,
let me recall to you the Zipless F*#k of Erica Jong, the Dickless John Bobbitt and his Lorena, and the Flyless Flawless Canvas of the Rev's first tent (olive in color, drably damp in the rain) of excellent dimensions where at times there were light shows and hula-hula girls pretending to be Pretty Lodge Maids all in a seeming row.
On the count of three, mass delete.
zBrown, Kool-Aid, if you please.
On that note, let the eclipse begin.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Gnome, the sun is inscorpio, and she's a hottie.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 23, 2014 - 02:36pm PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 23, 2014 - 06:47pm PT
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ywhew ...getting it from more than one called buttstain on the thread about the vandal thread
lets keep it clean is my pro an poetry sticky runny ca ca?
what did I say? funny thing, ironic really, I like white sauce
red sauce makes me bLLLL
hmmm how can I say this tact fully .....well here goes
from the age of twelve or thirteen women ovulate ......see where I'm going Man?
if you or I start 'showin red' then as I did today go see the doc be fore your dead
now in me it is some lack of tolerance to tomato ,acid .
mixed with over use
eating et all the time because Of the stress of Impecuniousness I ate the ragoue fresh made daily twice a day
until ((we'll hide the children)) I bled.
so white sauce is in fact now what replaces my once
favorite spaghetti topping but as the bank now informs me electronically ...
((I knew that this net thing was just a trap ))
I'll be going suave' that is sauce less can't afford no savigion' Blanca, a try at French
may be the yard clippings from after tea ??
that's it I will go green.
I do grow basil.
which also was the name of a bird, who we sorta saved
Ironically, again,
that dove was white.
die a rear ?
not the lst or this one
budastalin that is an affront
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 23, 2014 - 08:03pm PT
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kimosabe - chemotherapy
take your pick Frankie boy
neither of them are what they claim
ten years ago on a cold dark night
or Saturday October 19
foisting - festering
might be something to you
ain't nothing to me
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 23, 2014 - 09:05pm PT
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of all my big mistake bets at the track, Santa Anna 8to1 to win place or show woulda coulda shoulda paid big,.,.,.Roshot yup dead gambler.
bucks not to be. that's me. picking to be tied to the wrong Zebra.
before jolly ol' a bad guy named Al and after him immylen back broke into lots of the wrong horses arzzes summer time climbing in sight of the gates of hell.
and so if in this drye drought stricken stream who's tied to who correct Whom to whom
which is more the dead and which is more the dieing??
throwpie needs to get the hell outa there the other side of the river is the most climbable.
big big not allowed but if you get the chance throw go see the Palisades.
that I have done 20 days on that Alcatraz
Ten ten tens and at least three elevens. and unfinished can you begin to understand when I tell you why Dia A base !
the east is full of lemmings but ones who would not jump at the chance to be the first...well second.
this rope gun had ax Es still they putzes stayed away fools wimps
as big as my did not send western dreams, that miles of rock across the Hudson sits to full of cracks to mention makes me mad insane.
and now it is all to late!!
so Z Who is the dead cowpoke and is the dead horse him here the M.o.M or Me??,</;+D((
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 24, 2014 - 01:29pm PT
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So yesterday I went to a doctor
That I have a doctor for nothing a free yearly check
Up my U know what they sadly said they had to look
That was done back in the first week of July..So
the doc he says, "are you depressed? “I am getting older and Lipitor
Has wrecked my vocabulary spellchecker but- NO- the doc looked crushed
The next thing I know he is asking wife" Is it still hard enough In bed "?
Say what, and why, and just a golly goshdarn minute doc!!
The only questions that Peter (that is his name)
Asked
Was would you like the Pink pill
Or
For your peter the Viagra blue
The idolatry of happy happy, hump hump
Is a national obssesion
I do not need, and took neither
We, wife and I, left Peter scratching head.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 24, 2014 - 03:52pm PT
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Just like the Hells Angels came to Mountain View whilst The Beatles were no-shows, now it seems The Flames have visited Antarctica.
Fire is a major risk in Antarctica because the air is very dry, says Ian Dunn of the British Antarctic Survey in Cambridge, UK and neither a Hells Angel nor a Beatle. As a result most Antarctic bases have widely separated structures, built from non-flammable materials.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 24, 2014 - 10:54pm PT
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yeah ha
thanks to the flames for letting me and all see the birds of cosmic
Cosmic photo treatment of the backgrounds and then a
history shot dirks are prehistoric ...what ..Shablet auto correct
that rings a bell weren't we recently discussing history and historic
Where am I?....". if I could just turn the platter over to side two "why and who is this thing quoting?
can not post up pics from this
and system sucks and could not see the birds on my email
if I could
I would spread my wings and fly out west where my hart is but schools for kids
the residual of sex thems I love em but end of things like late 70's cunsumption fun
window pain all colors of the rain bow but especially purple and barrel shape pills mescaline
climb climb climb and climb some more autumn rains put a stop to a great season and damn no one here not even the wife wants to play those darn residuals
this is how guiding starts to sound like a good idea some one to take out on the road. get paid for it and drag new pals to points south and west just south and just west
cheeky bridge reply
cheer up it was a good game but not a good result
cosmic do you know Clean Dan ? Denver widow washer climber
Road Warrior and stiff winds in Denver flung me about the body harness left marks
free association mad tonight
lazy
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 25, 2014 - 10:36pm PT
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holy.
shit this is now just going to send ME off the sheets wax ing man W A T da PFHK
REST IN PEACE pH:#%^*¥!¥CKyst
Just when. I was able to suck breath again
R ICHARD HARRISON
speechless
fully rocked
grief is this year's color
He of all the imagined gods of rock
Richard was ever huge in his open stealth
and he seemed to have never stopped
He was It all
I am
speechless f
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as the word was getting out I was getting up
I tried to act my age today playing brick layer
go to doc get told all about Orbital Ambilacle Herneia
Wife is sitting in right there
Two days Latter this stupid stack plus sixteen pavers
Honey, I do ,I love you, but this can only be seen as a try, albeit your first,
If you become successful, and you need to drive the car.
remember the peddles RIGHT. IS THE GAS NOT THE BRAKE "mmK
oh I keep your set of car keys in the green blue & gray book
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 27, 2014 - 09:54am PT
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No bull.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 27, 2014 - 10:44am PT
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as it was manystraight out of camera
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 27, 2014 - 11:10am PT
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This a powerful spot just cross the line are five or six beautiful trees Missing the shade in the Canyons
On the shaded side of the canoyon Darkthawts D’nim
Pistachios who climb here like the kind of advice
Start in the sun climb into the shade.Belay from a comfortable stance
Climb the 'RAGE' Re; straight up. find the plumb line and cross it all ways
Leaving no line in the stone unturned. no left turn unstoned.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 27, 2014 - 03:36pm PT
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the first shot is un touched
as the moment was. Not changed
The same picture changed to give a vivid view.
The FLAMES!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 31, 2014 - 10:43am PT
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Checkin' up on my baby.
A canvass of the circus.
the Rev got mind-blown in Plainsburg
and both of us got a big burrito
and the caterpillars refused to tread on us
the Flames licked up the hillside
and swallowed it hole
without stopping they flew over the crest like wildfire
out there in the NV desert the leaves are never green, red, or blue
they haven't any trees in the Black Rock
you'd think they'd be blue but there's less work in the autumn
a wing and a prayer would be nice, Throwpie
and I'm remembering a not-so-fun TR gangbang with just us two
LONG TIME GONE in the City
did I say GOJE I ANTS?
got 'em in my pants
no time for rants
I hope I've enjoyed my experience at Wired Cafe today.
I have neither comment nor suggestion
just KEEP on KEEPING on
in Arnold Honnold's world
in Antarctica
in OLD JERSEY
in tie-dyed plaid
in the spirit of the international rope-a-dope
cover up and bob and weave
the fire chief-in-chief with tongue in cheek
would seek to speak
like Dylan
shake that tangerine, man
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 31, 2014 - 11:58am PT
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hmmm....a TR gangbang in SF. Beaver st. wall perhaps? You have quite the memory mousie.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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The noggin is Foggin where as
is there smoke then here
Flames
baseball is over the plate
Football not soccer now
is my fate the charges
re charge and the pages
eyes dialate and the booze
I dilute
toe in the deep end
contemplate
madness alone
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Went to Modesto to the STate Theater to see Valley Uprising.
Expedition leader/driver: Ben Robertson
Expedition photographer: MFM
Members: LostInShanghai, Theresa Robertson, and Alice Adams
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And a most deserved cameo from the man with the funky little German camera.
After the show we all jammed to Denny's Restaurant.
Thank you, Ben Robertson.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1476063/Send-Locker-Money
How it's possible to enjoy life when Locker hasn't been sent some funds is beyond me.
PLEASE DONATE TO OLD RETREAD.
See the thread.
Send the bread.
Then feed your head.
BURMA SHAVE!!!!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Temperature & climate control
Over Population & global warming
School shootings & armed population
Is this Civilization??
Is this positive growth??
And
Where do we go from here?
Still looking for that blue jeaned’ Dancin’ queen,
Prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, see her shape on
The movie screen,
Jimmy dean
James Dean.
Rock on
Just a bit sticky
Oh so sweet
That is the lockers favorite
Treat
Now my head is a mess, can’t
Afford the daily repast
That makes me palatable
To be around to much
JAY bird not In my head be that as it were maybe this is a delete
That catterwalling itch can paint.she is threatening me with eviction
kick me to the mouse house
I have to move like felix the cat
Into the weedge’s extenda flat.
He no ‘moka de weed dat’a fact
To bad about that crack jack
Or
The crack Stigma is whack
Now just hold on and give back
Send me money to the cave up in the hills
Arabian nights and rabid fights can you except Apollo geezes
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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home is where the heart bleeds
home is where the heart leads
home is where the water flows
home is near the base of the Nose
All B & W stills from Color of a Brisk and Leaping Day by Munch.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, very very nice black and white share... :)
happy good eve to all...
almost done with the ol' scott quilt, :)
so won't visit 'til perhaps tomorrow night... :)
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WBraun
climber
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That was some really good stuff mouse.
I still don't understand why "Life Magazine" or National Geographic never hired you to do an assignment for them.
You would have been great .....
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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The first time I stayed trough the end of the season in the valley.
While I had seen photos of early snow, that caught my intrigue, the hush of the place compared to the noise pollution of only weeks before, had never been described.
Some where someone had turned off the flow switch.
At the time it even seemed like the world spun one way for all most everyone else.
and spun the other way for me.
November fourth, then the sixteenth, then in the mornings
the snowmelt would re freeze, the glaze with a dark wet streak
shines and glistens as sunlight plays with growing shade.
Car doors closing and alarm chirps
The background cacophony that droned in alert ears
Just a month ago are replaced with a skeet shooting like game
DID YOU SEE THAT- Turn your head and stare as the ice,
sheets of verglas
come crashing down. That is cool, a must see show.
The first time that I was smart enough to listen to my hart,
and stayed in the valley till only the few and that last November light
I wish I had seen a New Years sunrise from a wall
what was the question ? When I realized that I Should Never leave
YOSEMITE winter, spring summer, or fall. In so many ways I stayed. I took some of the valley with me where ever I roamed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, you're just saying that!
Everything here's a jumble, an editor's nightmare. It's like a bomb went off. They would never want to hire a loose cannon like me.
A couple of LIFE-like photos.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Firesign Theater/Waiting for the Electrician (Part I)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyfD19gZKQk
The electricians are HERE and they're removing the elevator. It never went to the actual "top," but it will not die in vain nor will it take the lives of innocent by-standing bystanders.
Stand by for further reports on safety and health in Middle Earth.
This removal and replacement may take the proverbial forty years.
I'm going to go for a forty right about....
NOW!!!!
See you on the FNPWD thread.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I’m done......Not yet you are not sir.
Gotta be fun........EH what’s that you say
Rule number one..........Do not ephf the place up.
But we get the job done......No hang doggin or you'll ruin your bum
We just fuss & fuss & fuss.... that red singlet can not un-see it; Cherry bum
The easy path is not for such as us..........hate the doc as much as any one
We now need to climb the stairs for what it’s worth.... all the way to Coming home perch
They just pulled the plug on our elevator here in middle earth....the ring my precious, is in your pocket
You can do it you can do it you can do it you can do it you can do it, you....
Can.........Mantra of the Stigma climber ,>< ...EYES on you..... (Reid/Myers got it with a TA at the end: stigmata) Bloody eyes
This is an easy leftward traverse leading up to the top of the spillway......Care here cowboy no spills at this stage
Dying is easy. Comedy is hard. Life's funny that way........THAT is the truth If I could I would say it in Norwegian
One day at a time, one twinge at a time.........Hell you say -take it in ,in huge jumps
I hope everything Otay today.........the coast is clear is Isadora here?
Open says me.........they always play DEAL in the closing set
Dish it................Dab it? Never tried and now hi-test gives me the rushes
Spill.........A pewter plate saves my spill , cleaned on the first of the month
DAM THE ZIGGURATS! FULL SPEED AHEAD!......Don't bogart that stem my friend pass the hype
full credit is due to the fine poet
who's verse I just reversed
Dankyo , Dankyo ,it was to pucky for pass the pitons FNPWD thread( that took time to drink in)
THNXS
..e master
The Mouse From Merced
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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eMastrud by some Joisey bastion
tryin' to pull up an onion
skin and all
HooDoo you love?
I'llbebackwhenI'vedecided.
Geo LaF has invited me to drink WildTurkey 101 (and beer).
Off to see if I can piss off the Wizzard.
Gdome know anywhere.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Roofer madness my friend!
Don't mean 2b short with you
Fixin a whole lotta love
And More
Hear your name
And I start to cry
There's just no
Justice
In these halls
Cough drops all around
Chula VistaBerkeleySan FranciscoBerkeleyLaguna BeachIrvine
Newport BeachCosta MesaHollywoodLa CrescentaMercedChula VistaMercedLa Playa
All in California, where the taxes are high and the living is easy
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I tried a few times
still needed the fyi and help to DO IT
before I jam da Flames
is the the late '70's better (longer jams )
or small attention span '84-'99 short jams
more apropos ??
throw up some prine jeet or not to hint a decade of what you Like
smiling sorry it is a st00pid n00b on this end of the block
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Prine/Sessions with Jesus and others at 54th St., New York. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvUAu89O95c
People paid good money to see this gig. I'm gettin' my moneys' worth, as I see it.
Prine is in his prime, Iris decorated this garden with her bell-like voice, and the band would really like Jason Wilbur and David Jason to get together with their names because then they could be Jason and Jason.
And I simply want to say, "Hello, in there."
I liked Rufus, PsillyBoy. Thx.
Yesterday, none of my troubles went away.
It was upstairs that I was meant to stay.
So I went out on the fire escape anyway.
I watched the birds and the kids at play.
That Wild Turkey 101 was pretty good. I chose not to climb rocks but stairs. I failed miserably at finding commentary because my thoughts were not coherent. So I did not post on PTPP's thread.
Cheers, anyhow, Pete!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, once again, fine job...
say, am sending you an email, soon, as to secret project time...
:)
also, say, gnome of thediabase, did you ever get my email, a few weeks back, hope i was explaining about the picture, on the flames in a understanding, share, type way...
hope it did not come out wrong... just did not get a reply, so i never knew if you got it...
well, back to the 'need to do's' that i got lined up tonight, :)
happy flame time... wow, it is looking like winter, around here...
but we may get about three sunny days in the midst of the
'pre' set-up...
though, supposedly it will be in the mid 30's to the mid-or-20's for our low... oh my... ten degrees colder this month, nearly all day, as to last year, this time... .and, if i remember right, LAST year was ten degrees, or so?? colder than the year before...
say, if this?? keeps up will we'all over here, turn into 'canada' ;)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oh my, Hello! sweet poet painter neebee[Click to View YouTube Video]
no I see no email from thee
but I am ALL IN, if it is as it should be, and I am trying to grow a thicker skin
If for the Coz pic, it is about then please let me know 'awhat about?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Madness...it's madness, I tell you!!!!
John Martin, engraver and artist.
"A great soul lapped in majestic and unearthly dreams," is how Bulwer-Lytton described "Mad Martin."
No realist, he. Like Blake.
The landscape of imagination appealed, not the surroundings of LondonO0O0O0O.
Richard Dadd.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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RIP Brooke. Gone after 20 months of battling melanoma and only thirty-three years. She kicked melanoma's ass, but died in the process.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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When I was a boy I thought about the times I’d be a man
I’d sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can
In my lonely room I’d sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna ‘cause I’m a ball and I go boo-bip-bip boo-bip-bip yeah!
If I don’t start cryin' it’s because that I have got no eyes
My father’s in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I’m a day and I go
boo-bip-bip boo-bip-bip, yeah!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thirst things first, and zBrown's broken sweat! For a cool dude, playan and all that, this is a first.
You've got a lot of verve, I must say, my friend.
And so, since it was my lead, I decided to just nail the damn roof. This proved harder than freeing it.
How do I know this? My third placement came out with my weight.
I was forced to make a desperate move out of my slings.
Reaching a fingertip high into the crack above, and suspending all of my weight on that, I did the hardest one-arm pull-up I've ever done, simply because it had to be done.
And the rest is history.
Climb at your own damn risk.
And wear a helmet, for chrissake.
--zBrown's Account of FA of Playan Magic, 5.10+x, A3
In the words of Arthur Lee, "There's just no getting over roofs."
[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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say, if this?? keeps up will we'all over here, turn into 'canada' ;)
Not in this lifetime, neebee! We got Minnesota!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Hey how are you doing this is A Pica Mouse but sunday is here and school age snot noses' need their school work done
Cheers to Z wow I liked that one bottle / can bouncy ball Yeah The hillside in the background leads to the choss that is responsible for my popping off and landing ....Here
see y'all tonight
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, someone pooped in old Half Dome's spring.
Who would've done such a nasty old thing?
It's not of pea-wee we sing.
(pd. for by Peas Oops Sanderson)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Early-day Mail Service pilots needed visual aids.
Congress approved this pathway of concrete arrows--lit at night by generator-run beacons on fifty-foot towers--and set out at intervals of ten miles.
Whatta YOU got?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A grandson of a Larson, Steve
Not a thing hav I got,
Try and split a Zygot,
Carrying water for the wing not
S' cause that leg has healed not
And why not
It was hot in July
At the tower and
It was Klimb Solar to the top
Then it was Mr. Clean
And not El matador
Stretch not
I know you've seen it but it's all I got
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I've been wondering why someone would post a music video which "I made for one of my favorite summer tunes :-): (Published on Feb 22, 2014")
with no music. cough, cough
Also, wouldn't you think Jeff would stay out of Malibu with a reception like this:
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I was also wondering how you can tell whether a dog (albeit a small one) has been hypnotized. Could this be the work of Rasputin or one of his ilk?
Roof is waterproof at this point. All the t-paper is up and some of the asphault shingles. Nobody took a dump on it, which is always good.
Nice photos Mr. ttRope. How much do you want for the tractor?. I'll pay a fair price, but I ain't paying taxes on it.
Cliff Bars all 'round, on Mutt Romney.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Prodigious almost work like
Man yoo're hard to compliment.
let see I have photos of an Italian Mastiff n shepherd mix and my babies but the wife says that I can not use them
The other dog a Newfoundland Pit bull mix
The two dogs kind of are famous for crashing weddings and BBQ's!
this passion of yours the mix of "middle earth" and the great 'ditch' gives me whiplash in a good way though.
There is a photo of an early snow in the valley that CMac Has up on his eBay auction
is it terrible form to insert it into my poem here in flames or "another poetry thread"?
Answering my own question, yes poor form indeed
but it is a deed I sorely want to undertake.
Music video break
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 10, 2014 - 01:54am PT
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Must bake break.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I have this friend, Tommy. He's an ex-con and happens to be black, too. He hates Gummi-Bears, though, unlike the other Tommy, the climber, who happens to be white.
My friend's from over in Dos Palos, has ten brothers and sisters by several fathers, one of whom I worked with making steel drums in a factory for ten years.
He's a friend I made through neebee, and the story is too involved to go into, but is found earlier here in this long, long thread. Had to do with finding someone here in town this spring.
(Tommy got together with Sophie last week, neebee--she's doing just fine.)
We took a walk last summer during the Art Hop--the morning they were preparing it, that is.
We ended up at the 510 Bistro in the Square drinking to our friendship.
We talked little about race, more about The Blues, his sister, who owns property, a ranch, in Mariposa, and chicks.
He's very proud of his person. He's difficult to know, though. He's like all of us--he hides the things of which he's not so proud--his illiteracy, his "record," and certain family members.
He is very guarded, in other words, and for some reason takes offense when I try to make sense out of what he's telling me. Like he can't tell a thing straight through, leaves things out that he may think I know but which I do not, and finally blows up and starts in on me.
CHEESH! It's tough being a friend, sometimes. I keep trying. We have little cooling off periods where we don't associate, but then things come 'round and we are off to see the wizzard once more.
And the vibes are good and gracious.
It's a merry-go-round friendship, a thermometer friendship.
I don't expect every friendship to last, nor to come to a good end.
I just am trying to enjoy them while I can...God makes them for me as a favor.
Thanks, old man.
Just a late-night radio talk on what used to be Sunday.
He doesn't know CosmicCragsman, he says.
Oh, where have you been, Tom's darling young one?
No way, Mouse.
His name is Carl. We'll leave it at that.
And that's the way to have fun with friends.
Tommy and I rode the bus to Yosemite in August.
He's been back twice to the Bridge.
He's spending more time at his sister's ranch.
He has many of the same problems that I do, but deals differently.
I'm learning a lot from him, as well.
We all could, I bet.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=232987&msg=232987#msg232987
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=227352&msg=227352#msg227352
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2508523&msg=2508523#msg2508523
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 10, 2014 - 05:08am PT
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The light and dark, White and Black moon is so close to a Cobra moon ... just missed it.
smack it I thought I had it wired
not
at last we broke dread
I called a music break
the music that you reminded me of...
In your Bon voyage, From another thread [Click to View YouTube Video]
Jimmy Smith. with this amazing crew, Percy France, Kenny Burrell , Donald Bailey
....Come on Baby... of course just flow no jive Words(lyrics can get in the way)
I got lost in tunes to sooth & soothe
not close to the full list,
Southern tour '78 dead with Donna front and center(rare0)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
In this version of Jack Straw that flows to High time the whole crew, so young - you just know it was... sublime
like your hood buddy I left out a lot that.
I feel you must know, then I see it in words
t(this is a Mac product) the crystal ball does not work like that
Sir I did no time but like as if,
My life has never been mine.then back into the blues/ Jazz of Jimmy Smith & Wes Montgomery OGD (road song)[Click to View YouTube Video]
Do you know the Clinical diagnosis
that Locker put up a link to the definition of ...
can't even spell it ...victim of Narsicist parents family and from where I sit it could give rise to justify....
(that patra - thing up thread) But mines already...
Now when you favorite jay bird not named Jay see's that
She'll make me delete and take it back.....
She read it and ...
out of bed again....
what when the worm runs out, then she'll regret this lack of touch, but then her prudish catholic gets in the way and is coey about her steely Dan.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Every one In this Tight home is hacking sick, but me so
I let All sleep in,
And Now Monday must begin.
won't leave that fond farewell so SoCal
.
see ya soon I hope read it. now.
SHE WILL NOT,
That, let stand long,
may be I'll work out an
inscription no no Incription (spelling sucks)
For that antis emote no no no(Shablet sucks)
that Yosemite now remove the yo and add anti [Click to View YouTube Video]
got to go es'plain that every one is sick and staying home today
No climbing for dad today The narsicist's play mustang Sally or 'juicey Lucy' ol school Grateful at least we're not yet Dead!?,!...
[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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Nov 10, 2014 - 07:46am PT
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Guest Image (no ghost image)
bigMIKE and SANDRA Toucanplay at Trout Creek
The water began to howl! The wind began to cry!
Didja catch any? :0)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 10, 2014 - 07:55am PT
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Veterans, have a good day tomorrow.
Seriously.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Defenders of our own land
In someone else's homeland
Must tread light and smooth...
So square your ass away,
You former high school youth,
Cuz yer maybe gonna die
Even if ya do!
And the green towel goes around your neck.
Shoot me a doobie doo or two
And dedicate it to John Prine.
That would be just fine.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Wife and family, so cool, Gnome.
Hope the sniffles go away.
Little pitchers have runny noses, too.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 10, 2014 - 08:00am PT
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This is not the best version of this song - they changed the lyric ....It's a wonder your alive to ..It's a wonder your not dead or vice verse [Click to View YouTube Video]
Hope you have a sweet easy happy day, Take care and the stairs in stride
Karma ? we all have a crux to ride.
your shoes or mine we would only trade for the good
Happy trails I willad not Idyllwild
more
william ran adolph Herst was trying to corner the paper market world wide, He set up and paid Anslinger to go after Our good weed 'cause hemp
(parchment & rope)(drought' as sails and sailing ships were passing into the oblivion of time)[Click to View YouTube Video] was a much better material to make 'paper' out of than all the wood that Herst and International paper, eTaL had bought up (the entire northwest)
Have I got that right??
Professor Yosemite.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 10, 2014 - 08:48am PT
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Maybe you can clear this up. Is either Brutus or the other guy hypnotized? Which one is which?
White punk on dope. Apparently found enough rope.
No tax, no fee
Way bill! Noway!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 10, 2014 - 09:11am PT
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'LOYALTY LEADS TO FIRM TIES BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT EACH PARTNER COMPLIMENTS THE OTHER. THIS RELATION OF MUTUAL REINFORCEMENT LEADS TO A TRUE WEALTH THAT IS ALL THE MORE APPARENT BECAUSE IT IS NOT SELFISHLY HOARDED BUT IS SHARED WITH FRIENDS. PLEASURE SHARED IS PLEASURE DOUBLED.'
--Hsiao Ch’u, on Fee Waybill, official website of The Tubes
Brutus is the big black dude, zBrown.
You know that and you're leadin' me somewhere.
Don't take me to New Jersey, PLEASE!!!!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 10, 2014 - 09:19am PT
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I made it through Halloween without being turned into a hipopótamo.
So now, you guessed it. A big black hypnotized one.
[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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Nov 10, 2014 - 09:23am PT
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MooMooMooshi.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 10, 2014 - 08:04pm PT
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This all takes me back to the days when folks didn't wreck their cars and Jimi fiddled, while the Flames burned (brightly?).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 11, 2014 - 08:56am PT
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This, I would say, is classical and worthy of an encore.
Encore, encore
Say what?
EDIT:
OK - Jimi served.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 11, 2014 - 09:14am PT
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Roof Roof
When not busy trying to hit on Michele, Wilt roofed a couple hisownself
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2014 - 09:16am PT
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Nice slam, Brujito!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 11, 2014 - 11:57am PT
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Bought that water bottle from Mathis' freelance climbing supply in 1972 or thereabouts. If it works, don't replace it, right? It's been on some real adventures that's for sure.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2014 - 05:41pm PT
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John and Ruth Decker were wed on the day he graduated from flight school. That was Dec. 12, 1942, five days after Pearl Harbor.
Her dad brought her down for the ceremony. They had been engaged for some time. He left her there and they were married later that day. I think that's how it went down.
He was sent to Jolly Old. He was told off to go with the Brits on the first attack against occupied Europe as his squadron had not received their B-17s as yet. They didn't have to go, he said. His plane showed up the day before (July 3, 1942) and other crews were assigned to the task. Two of the craft failed to return, one of which he had been scheduled to fly.
He retired from Castle AFB. He is 94 and Ruth is 92. Their son, John Decker, veteran of Badger Pass's ski lift operations and LRRPs operations in Nam, is my neighbor on the fifth floor here in ME.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 11, 2014 - 05:53pm PT
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And the stars blew through the sky.
they were never told 'A reason why'.
just ...do and do and do
And if you die we will
remember that it was not fair
So many, all heros, had to die
so that we can have
someone's name to
Put on walls and
Honor in the parades
to sell...IT... war
To the Next ones
to do and do and
die
Peace and condolences to all
Who have served and given
And for the loss of so much
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 11, 2014 - 06:03pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... once again, a very excellent merced ' on the street' reporting... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2014 - 06:10pm PT
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I strongly disagree that all heroes have to die. What about our valued "climbing heroes" about whom we have recently posted? Many of them are still living, having performed heroically and stoically for the sake of others.
Hero loops are more my type, see. Half-inch tubular nylon, about eighteen inches tied with a ring bend. Surplus nylon from an Army/Navy Store like Crescent Supply in Modesto, which no longer has it, of course.
The old school Greatest Generation is a myth of such large proportions now that we can only go along with the current trend of drum-beating politicians who wish only to see their buddies' stock portfolios gain...let's NOT go all politard and just honor the old duffers and gammers and gaffers and great-grandmas.
It doesn't hurt, now, does it? They were honest in their intentions. When they return, ALL vets deserve recognition, barring a very miniscule number of them. What they do after they get home is another matter entirely. I thought we learned that back in the seventies, but some may have simply forgotten or were not present then.
It's why we have this Veterans' celebration every year...lest we forget. DUH!
Make peace, not war, for peacemakers will be called the children of God, as Jesus has it.
Off my high horse. Andale, muchachos!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 11, 2014 - 06:45pm PT
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poems in the memory of those who have passed are meant as a tribute to those most pure, and
Hart felt yearnings for the seemingly impossible goal of earth peace,
Peace on earth
not as old a hippie as
I wish I were
tonight
lets
not
locker down and
fight
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 11, 2014 - 07:03pm PT
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zBrown seems to be performing heroically up on the roof. I bet he's got some tunes up there with him.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Stay the course," old boy.
"No new taxes."
"Mission accomplished" soon, I hope.
Help re-elect the Bushes before the old man kicks the bucket of sh#t he called a son.
These two are the fastest two Presidential golfers. Did you know? If you've been reading The Flames, you probably do. You don't find this beta looking at political threads.
My favorite veteran of all time is Major John Wesley Powell, second head of the USGS and first tripod descender of the Colorado R.
The gent on the right was born in POLAND! He came to the US and enlisted. He made several intelligent suggestions to manufacturers of warplanes. He was a ball turret gunner.
His best suggestion was to make a ball turret that was retractable on landing.
The man sitting next to him flew about 250 missions in a B-52 from GUAM, taking off over a 500-foot cliff.
"Tower, get that drone out of the air, 7&5=*/69#!!!! This ain't no picnic and flying ants are not called for!"
Lots more from where these came.
Planes, old cars, more horsies and more bands.
I need to kick my feet up and nap first.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 11, 2014 - 07:53pm PT
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A parents hopes and dreams
The Service Star
One of Ours is in service
God grant you full cover
Jean' Claude Suhl
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 12, 2014 - 03:53am PT
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Morning night s and a harty hello
Feeling well I hope
just as the time is so
his sweet son was ....is
Was a child who shared time, and it was a hard thing to watch, Him go/grow
He pre facial hair was sweet and mellow the perfect mix of
sensitive and wry the opportunity to get....out ,Up ..Above..
was so limited the community so full of drek & gack
garbage (Only hear enough of this to set back drop, band was personal frnds and Suzanne ,The ?leader, was the bain of my first klmbing pardrea) [Click to View YouTube Video]
that Service (not a bad thing) was His way to grow beyond the valley called Clove.
that valley too is magic it gets locked in when it snows
The water is sweet the springs still today provide
When I and my, dare to travel there, We bring home buckets and buckets full.
sorry..... drifting(but Happiegrl? knows)
the man that the boy has become is hiding fine timber.
but his straight military pose and what he has done and seen,
as a Ranger for Special Forces makes it sad that the sensitive
has to take such a far away backseat
my wife and I gave and gave to his trouble as a teen with a lovesick hart.
Need
was messing him up.
I took it as a personal task to keep him from jumping,
As many teens he knew were sucked into China junk that was closing out young lives all around
[Click to View YouTube Video]
this is all at the hi peacenik family of poets and the center for symbolic studies
run by another you may have briefly met Stephen, not Steven (although I suspect that pic, up thread is one and the same)Larson,....
JC was as I said A buck in heat and the doe of his desire felt that they two, having grown up together, we're headed nowhere new 'nd exciting.... youth and love...(things tht make ya go Hmm)
Love and youth powerful juju sad hard stuff to watch
As she was the child of Robin a grand women ma to many but birth mom to two Merlin and
the very fair Gwynivier. ...[Click to View YouTube Video]......[Click to View YouTube Video]
so sorry that at this crux moment I must.... Stop
stop .... but say it is hard to watch children others, your own, and even strangers grow up.
Mine now need me to drive, having missed the school bus
later........more
Delbert McClinton in my mind[Click to View YouTube Video]
Back... but with no time. All are still sick here, and so I wear the Skirt.
Still I got the legs to pull it off
[Click to View YouTube Video]
are you well? Damn A thumbless joe?? And that tore up knee I was not even going to say any thing about any of the health but(neebee is a good sole )and it might have come off as uncaring let me know and these last few lines can go..
Otay Norwegian this is it for me for a bit
that the influence of the Merced and Suhl reached us boys both is cool. He and Craft once bodily threw the pint size me at a Ledge hold above their heads and we all laughed, they were in control and I had faith they could have caught me flying past...(clear idea of physics, not)
If I had missed that grab ... who knows what .....
as we were a generation apart it was fun for all and all for fun.
(I have shared some Scotch and stories with 'em along time ago)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 12, 2014 - 10:59am PT
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Embryonic journey? Egg yolka? Potentially a very good climbing partner, aside from being blind?
You be the Wapner. You decide. If not a good clumbin' pard, the yolk's on me.
Does it help she's Italian?
http://vimeo.com/4529778
Why only brown embryo holders?
Please re-elect the Bushes. You'll make some Rush-ians happy. I can see it now, from my front porch.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Fly-over by Norcal Crosswinds.
Finally, I'm off to Fresno to visit the Vets Administration Hospital about "my hernia."
The Veterans can wait. I did.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 12, 2014 - 11:48pm PT
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Sad to relate a death in my small circle of local friends.
His name is Michael Dwyer, his lady is Susan, my former co-worker in the bookshop.
Mike was a minister of the gospel and had a small congregation. The couple inherited land just south of town on the 99 and built their own home.
Just venting, as it's been two weeks plus since he passed on, but today on the road to the VA I happened to mention the little road we passed on the left, the east side of the highway. It's immediately across from the place in the above photo, a former haunt of one of my ideels. (Yes, DMT, I confess to three ideels...more later.)
Oh, speaking of the VA visit, I need to go again in a week to get lab work done, then they'll take care of the problem the following week on Monday, the 24th.
Whew! It went well today, considering it was my first time in a labryinth like that behemoth with two wings and a Sierras elevator and a Huntington Lake elevator. They were efficient, mellow, and I got a grate lewk from their fourth floor over Fresburg with its display of trees...lots and lots of Trees of Heaven, neebee. Just like here, only about fifty times more of them!
A specialshout out to Gene, if you're paying attention. Sorry we couldn't get together, and I'm looking forward to the next gig, amigo.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 13, 2014 - 03:42am PT
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good morning I have nothing much to say
the bug that the spew that undertook life in my sweetly' belly brought home
has now effected me with a full stop talking case of laryngitis.
if anyone doubts that the germs are the work things of nature trying to rid Mother Earth
of human the alien life form on the planet.
they must explain how after going thirty years
living in dust dirt and the back of mobile dumpsters,vans, cars, and trucks, with out ever getting sick.
that now uncomfortable sickness cycles rinse repeat throw up.in my stable badly aired hillside home.
no nothing to say just a scream into the wind and a sad mother cross
she is in her yearly eighties and a multiple personality sufferer when she drinks.....every night.
this always taints the planning of the holidays and then we get together and things are tense but usually all right this year will bring many changes while nothing changes.
My sister called to say she and her ken doll hubby will be east from L.A.
Her brood two boys one confused gay but the adventurer of that side of the family.
and the other bald at twenty young shaving his head and all over social media. He seems
as twenty something's are wont to do is searching for the meaning of life.
any whosawitzer it promises to be fun new and. not
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2014 - 11:09am PT
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Oh, splendid shot!
No vacant lot.
Like it a lot.
Here's what I got.
About climbing it is not.
Three Tree of Heavens went into a bar.
"Heavens, three betsies," sez the firet Tree of Heaven to the bartender, whom we'll call Heavens for the sake of anonymitree.
Mike Heavens. He's Irish, fer Gawdsake.
So, Mike, he replies, "Heaven't got a single bitty bit of Betty left, bra."
But I've got shots of you fellers at the fall get-together: here...have a look."
He pulls out his camera phone...they all gather in a group and gawk.
Voila!
They settle for three of what's on tap...Very near Middle Earth is this outland on a corner by the florist and it's a little forest near the big old county park.
But it's private property and not a spot to spend the night, like.
"A doss here would be inviting a patrol car's light," sez Mike. "Neighbors, see? But it's shady on a summer day. Wanna 'nother round, guys?"
"Naw, thank you," sez the third Tree of Heaven. "Let us get the hell out of here. Three Tree of Heavens are company, four's asking for a controlled burn."
Ba-dink.
How's that weather in San Diego, zBrown? Is that paper getting spotted or are you getiing more browned, drowned or what?
And T Hocking, how's the Redding report?
neebee has got snowed on good and it's colder than normal.
Santa hasn't checked in yet.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2014 - 11:44am PT
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I wonder if anyone ever claimed an FA on either of these stairways to Hollywood Heaven.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 13, 2014 - 12:20pm PT
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Yikes at first I thought you had down loaded up my stashfrom this morning.may have to turn that,did I show the end of playground doyou care Whos Brendas' mom? does She care?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2014 - 07:44pm PT
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The Wicked Which Who Wasteward Looks
Wisely Loves the Crows and Rooks
As well as owls
And most wild fowls.
Except for obnocksious peacocks.
North Waste Ridge, Mt. Clark, etc.
The San Joaquin Valley, Merced/Mariposa.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2014 - 10:07pm PT
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Hey, Big Mike, got some crack for ya!This is on the corner of M and 20th. It used to be a really old and thick deodar that grew here, over the roof of the house belonging to the Correia family. It's two blocks from Our Lady of Mercy Church, where all thirteen or fourteen of the family's kids were baptized, served mass, etc. They were very good Catholics. The location now is that of the relatively new Superior Court.I found four kinds of berrie-like fruit on the corner. Pyracantha berries, rose hips, a plum tree of sorts, and another several trees with red fruit. There were birds in this tree.And then there were camellias.I wandered down 20th Street.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2014 - 10:27pm PT
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My heartfelt condolences to CosmicCragsman on the loss of his parrot friend Shiloe.
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amyjo
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Nov 14, 2014 - 01:58am PT
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Hi Mouse/Brian
Try Cedar Waxwing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2014 - 02:22am PT
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Amid all this Veterans' Day hoopla and jingoism, we have this interview with Blase "Blaze" Bonpane a sort of political/religious/historical critic and activist who's been around and seen a lot.
Uprising Interview/Author of Imagine No Religion, Blase Bonpane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFLI--E4Bwo
Suggested by one of our good Flames friends.
Give it a listen, please.
It should read: "Good will toward men leads to peace on earth and good will toward women leads to peace around the hearth."--MFM
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 14, 2014 - 03:21am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]what one on of my smell ees was not so to your liken was the comment somewhere that I posed of the uncommon rude of our front page ?
Or did ya' see Ice climbers Toes' an' alexiswhatever over the fail preject you lurker you?
can nat not find it at this turnin but it was a combination of things
in the reverse order the dog running off and picking up a kid who's was of such low mass
5'8"(is...'..for feet...or...is..." ...for. feet? I will check later) any
whoserwitzer this kid is skinny not to tall and walking our 14year old dog back home[Click to View YouTube Video]
with him is a rubenesque girl carrying a short, notched at the wheels skateboard.http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/daredevil-skateboarding-mice-taught-jump-2134634 hey my first link I am Pro
We live up a substantial hill. this is all taking place at the time when the kids are due to get off the bus. okay now auto correct is a blessing and a curse.
So what is apparent is that my dog has picked up
This cute young neighbor hood couple.....
backin bait interruptions are making me wait.....this now fun will wait [Click to View YouTube Video]
OOPS TWO DAY DElay The young man who was walking my old girldog ,she refuses to act her age, was, In my eyes a perfect candidate to take on as a student climber; Rail thin strong of mind and composure in love with a solid and here right now. It is how I get my best Partners picking up strangers. So I says to the boy and His lass Are you kidding ? and showed him how to undo the dog leash.
(that he said he had no idea how it worked, was only more proof, he needed to learn da ropes)
Unclipping the bitch she ran towards home leaving an uncomfortable silence. The three of us standing on the corner.
I went with this pitch 'Hey speaking of unclipping do you know what a carabiner is? would you like to learn how to use one ? Do you want to learn how to climb rocks here in the neighborhood?
He looks at me and blinks at his girl and his skateboard and says well yes but in three days I leave to join the Marines. Thank you for your service I say and It is okay I would hate to fill your head with stuff when you need to have all your mind clear to keep psyched.
What was all that? .... I will go and study what Da Mouse said
MY HEAD HURTS IF YOURS DOES NOT TRY AND KEEP UP
now my mood has grown very dark and I take Umbridge that is how thatis pelled were is my S
OHH holyfor chrisanity saake as in to much spoiled cake and i need to fed the wife all sorts of bow and scrape
as, Wwll, aswell, not to re do...
I told All sorts of old mens with ribbons to go look at stupid toilet our first page reads like a X rated date hook up with two places that might be safe for 90 year old Vets to lurk and have alooksey see ((CC just a joke))
Some were total strangers, Oh well... but some are not, that at all.... luck of the draw,... I know but hell l
put a sock on the weedge, Anal in deed, I will give, it was cool, but the title could have been ..
.A Tight Squeeze....
Justphooking saying the mans utter lips need Flaying and like or not I'll be spraying him latter....
luv ya man do not hate the mess endanger man see ya later Otay???
did it come thru to you ???
and no he is gone and never was on my radar... who??? aand it can wait
BE Quite(spelled with an X ) needed a prayer and got one, along with Dwain who got a LION of
a note my only sixth ever sent I did read you twice but it will take way way more than that as you wrote it you know it
Oldfattradguy2
[Click to View YouTube Video]
if here you are Here ??((getting a head ache)) I will get back to you too, Leeds, for you.... [Click to View YouTube Video] all though this would be a hystarical place for the Swamp beast, and ?porkroaster?
In that vane all of the Sun bowl;
Sinus, Marooned And Darkshadows, 3 or 4 more that my have gone in after you left?> Moisturizer too. As well going the other way
Arachneious’, Wango Tango and One Size Fits All,
That last one maybe the longest crack climb,other than out at Millbrook, in the Gunks,
Till it peters out to the hard face moves to the top.None of those here. Don't look
No climbing here carry on
As I said, mouse ssee, that I sent, Cosmic a long quick personal note, to help in his time of grief, and, then that fart b to you. sorry if it seemed short does this make it up ??
How did you know about this??V V V V???? I was going to have to ask but did I see it right show up before I aske d the question??? DAMN THAT IS ...
Strong stuff INDEED I will have to 'slpain later
If i could only get back to where I once beloned ...What is that ..from some song ???[Click to View YouTube Video]but not a chance as I see that we may need to actually talk before all is through....
YEHhA I know all about fun eeee (that is a real scream of fear ) with the kraft and the stool
But I dated and saved his neice and thought that, THAT, syncopation was cool.
Shoulda' learn ed me a thing or two but it is was soolong ago now and can I say baby fat still on
her bones Took her to five broadway shows Hooked her right up, she went for a limo ride with the BOYS back to the Hotel 'or tho with out me... phok....Halloween '87?[Click to View YouTube Video]
alas poor yurick I must go again with out getting to much of anything
(and no rereading or check at all so tuff reading i am sure)
Gotta life here and Jaybro ... no got to go....
because Jay bird needs me to do all kinds of....... wrap it up can ya almost hear her Caw Caw Caw
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2014 - 04:01am PT
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"Jesus never had it so good."--dom deluise [Click to View YouTube Video]
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To the Gabors, Magda, Eva, & Zsa Zsa.
And to their ideal man, Jim Nabors.
Jim and Zsa Zsa were neighbors.
They were both big fans of Gil Faver's.
"Lets' go for a swim,"
Zsa Zsa said to Big Jim.
"No, thanks; not til yur Zsa Zsa Gabor Nabors,
Neighbor Gabor."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"You don't grip them hard enough and they'll fall right down."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2014 - 04:53am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]BB King had everybody in a headlock.
Gabor was the freeway exit for me.--Santana
He claims Wes was an influence that direction, as well as Bola Sete.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Fall, 1966.
Sitting in the old USF gym in the upper balcony watching & listening to Bola Sweaty playing his heart out solo down there on the stage.
"Who is this guy, Ron?"
"He's Bolivian, I think."
Captain John Handy's Quintet was there earlier.
Quite a head-bobbin' night in the City for a freshman in college.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2014 - 01:16pm PT
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If I were to challenge in a pissing contest some elitist, I would only challenge the one most full of of schist.--MFM (who knows about being full of it)
ofherbatsandaltars/ELITISM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9GL83--lIQ
Visigoths, Ostrogoths, Whosagoths, Whatchamagoths.
Dark spirits flitting around the caskets of some ancient Vampire Moths.
It occurred to me to ask myself the other day,
"Where have all the Gothies gone?"
Gone from here, every one. Goth is dead--I haven't seen one here in town for over four years...
Elitism sucks, granted, but it would be wrong to let critics of donini get away with character assassination. He may seem elitist to some based on his thread posting, but you know he's not the immortal of whom we jokingly talk, especially if you've met and talked with the man.
Juzt zayin'.
Even zo, it might be for ze bezt if zese people who are zeriously critical of Jimbo muzt be confronted, rounded up, and put avay vhere zey vill nod be able to pollute ze purity of zupertopo.
Zey muzt be tooled, zen given a New Mindzet. Ve haff vays to make zem come aroundt.
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Diabase /ˈdaɪ.əbeɪs/ or dolerite or microgabbro is a mafic, holocrystalline, subvolcanic rock equivalent to volcanic basalt or plutonic gabbro. Diabase dikes and sills are typically shallow intrusive bodies and often exhibit fine grained to aphanitic chilled margins which may contain tachylite (dark mafic glass).
Schist / SHist
noun: GEOLOGY
a coarse-grained metamorphic rock that consists of layers of different minerals and can be split into thin irregular plates.
Geology rocks, climbing rocks, zo led zis be a lesson to ya.[Click to View YouTube Video]I personally can't stand zis squealing, warped-voice, computerized schiszt.
It is diabazical und varps ze proper mindzet. Und look how expenzive it muzt be to wear ae proper cyber-outfits (no uniform black, no stark make-up, but razzer more garish, und even more androgynous zan Bowie).
Moonchild...by Fields Ofthe Nephilm
Well it's a righteous dream
But out of mind, yeah
A righteous dream
But out of mind, yeah
Tend the horses
Let 'em crawl
Put 'em in their cages
That's righteous for the soul
Open your eyes
And despite what's deep
Longevity
Well, that's righteous for the weak
(ch.}
Moonchild
Lower me down, lower me down
Moonchild
Lower me down down down down down down
Well it's a righteous day
But out of mind, yeah
And I give your last rite
Oh, it's a righteous day
Never return, I will wait no more
Take no prisoners in the promised war
You'll die for this
Die for this
Take them
(ch.)
Moonchild
Here come the silver pieces
Can't you see
You're losing me
Revisit to an empty hall
You can't see I've been burned before
Well they tear you down and they'll bear your shame
Longevity hear my pain
Moonchild (lower me down)
And I'm waiting, and I'm raging,
And I'm waiting, and I'm raging,
And a white moon falls, a black moon calls,
Waiting to defy the One
Moonchild (lower me down)
Longevity, longevity,
I melt down where I burned before
Longevity, longevity,
I melt down where I burned before
And I know where you lay
I melt down where I burned before
And I know where you lay (down, down, down)
Okay
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2014 - 03:45pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Mr. Who's Opus was listened to with polite applause, amid growing worry.
It was never played again.
It's weird melody made everyone's imagination work overtime and they did not come down for days.
But don't worry, baby. Everything will turn out right. Everything gonna be otay.[Click to View YouTube Video]Ain't that America?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 14, 2014 - 06:33pm PT
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Gargling in the rat (sorry mousie) race queer (why can't grad students spell?)
Paradise on the edge of twon? Shades of Broooose Lee.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Separate but equal (zBrown vs. The Bored of Education)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 14, 2014 - 07:21pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
To the mice in the box with the gifts,
Wishing each of you a special Merry Christmas.
The Little-Known Rat Race Choir.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2014 - 09:11am PT
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Rappelling and water hoses.
Water they thinking?
And bluebirds flying up noses
Snot as bad as you're thinking.
"I brake for rappels"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
A word from Blue Bird Water Hoses and Blue Water Climbing Ropes.
"I hope you were thrilled,"
The little bird trilled.
"You could have been killed
And your wife gotten billed."
Using a hose to go down the Nose
Won't get an interview with Charlie Rose.
Nov. 13: In this excerpt of “Charlie Rose,” a conversation about "Rosewater," Jon Stewart's debut film. It is based on the real-life experience of Maziar Bahari. He was accused of being an American spy, was sent to prison, and was tortured by Iranian authorities until his release. Charlie is joined by director Jon Stewart; Gael García Bernal, the star; and Maziar Bahari, on whom this movie is based.
http://www.businessweek.com/videos/2014-11-13/jon-stewart-s-film-rosewater-charlie-rose
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2014 - 11:33am PT
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Juan Wayne, take note.Evelyn Way has her own way of showing her love for America (aka AmeriKKKa).
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2014 - 06:58pm PT
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Andes candy.
Ishinca.
Shaqsha.
Ranrapalca.
Vallunaraju.
Pisco Oeste.
Chopicalqui.
Stunning photos and amost an actual story-line.
Very glass-of-wine, take-off-your-socks-and-hit-the-couch-worthy video.
Enjoy at your own (very slight) risk.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 08:14am PT
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Good morning, Cosmic! Recognize this painting?
Good morning, feralfae!
Good morning, T Hocking!
Good morning, Amyjo!
Good morning, Central Valley climbers!
"Look, up in the sky!"
"It's birds!"
"No, looks like pigs."
"But pigs don't fly?"
"They're just pigeons, dumb basses. Pig-birds."
Good morning, Blitzo, wherever you may be.
Good morning, zBrown!
Good morning, neebee!
Good morning, MFM...you've been busted!There spelling sinks, what else can I say? Well, plenty.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor climberer
That struts and frets his hour upon the fire escape
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Were I sponsored this, too, should not pass.
But as it is, I'm caught out,
And feel free to call me "ass."
--Much Adoo-doo About Less than Nothing
WHAT I REALLY NEED IS A RIDE TO FRESNO early tomorrow morning. I have an appointment to have lab work and chest x-ray in preparation for hernia surgery NEXT Monday.
Should anyone be traveling the 99 south through Merced, please send me a P.M. or call me. My appt. is for 9:30 and the VA is about a mile, mile-an-a-half from 99 on Clinton Ave. near the 41 in Fresno.
209-947-5559.
Thank you for any consideration. I'm broke, so the bus is out. No one I know here has a car, and both sons have to go to work. The VA van needs more time in advance for notification than I could provide...and I'm getting old and forgetful and should have arranged it when I was there last, but so it goes.
I can always re-schedule, but would rather not.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 09:28am PT
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Water off a duck's back, really. Like smoke through a duck's nostrils.
The elevator don't go to the top of Middle Earth, not any longer, as it's being replaced with a n00bie. But it always was a crazy place.
There are no singers on the roof tops
BLR is pulling out all of their 'stops.'
They can then do their version of 'doo-wops'
While standing on the corner waiting for the cops
To come and roust the Mouse who's known here as 'Pops.'
There is no joy in Mudville
And the Raiders are heading for a perfect season.
San Diego is coming to town.
The Raiders will be eligible with a perfect imperfect record for the NFL's remedial course.
They probably will cruise through the grammar section, hopefully, knowing the past imperfect so well.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 16, 2014 - 09:33am PT
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You do all know that:
you'll wonder where the yellow went when you apply Pepsodent, right?
So what color are all those trouble makers in the Middle East?
Is there a solution, or a paste?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 16, 2014 - 09:40am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Kafka esque... is the 'vator out, was it out at the time of your violation?
Is this?. This is actionable
Traipsing on Meeceis is not to be took.....
If fire escape is what they are worried about.....
Then a call is gone out....
We will give them Flames…
The army of mouse!!!
and we all will I will respond.
Got a feind of a lawyer friend????
I betcha’ you do,
Have it well crafted
The letter should spell out
What you can and will do.
Own their azzes If you want to
or
start an action and move with the threat,
cost em money, (could get ya put out Doh)
Maybe to rash
But let us all know if letters written on your behalf
Are an appropriate response??
I spent all night in hopes of My byrr story some how coming out
Went by way of old thread and saw Flyn’ Brian’s first post
talking to that chopneeds toget the chop piece of poo ca ca.
So the last that I schnook and now that is deleted and was good and not saved
I wish that I were HE going south when I pleased or anywhere really.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 09:54am PT
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I laud your good intentions, neighbor.
Tis to your name's luster, Gnomeo,
That a shine hath been applied
To a halo which waits on thee.
Pray, hold your pen and sheath your blade.
These know-nothing knaves are but sheep
With sharp tongues and low charms:
T'were good if they chewed the cud on Berkeley's farms.
But being not Berkeley enough,
They must act as if they are tough.
Though it pains me to see such foolery,
Soon enough shall their curls fill the woolery.
Justice. It's not just for people anymore.
Oh, that I might escape this fiery trap
For which I am truly to blame.
This I might cunningly arrange
With a shout out to another Flame,
But gently come and treat with them
On my behalf and then we shall laugh
And laugh and laugh and laugh some more.
And then we can do lunch.
"Otay?"
Gnome, can you give me a ride to Fresno? I'm desperately desperate.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 16, 2014 - 10:04am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]REAL for REAL?
NO... KNOW not a good soul from this end
I wrack the painbrain pan ... to a fault
got s kids sunday to do
be back at ya' soon
if I can help though And
Soon
yikes
it is one or -3
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 10:24am PT
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Non, non, mon ami.
I was, how mice say, being facetious.
Humor is the best medicine.
God smiles and give us trials,
Why for I don't know.
Churchly stated,
He's not dead,
Just a little under-rated.
Most folks like the old boy. I do. He'll fix it. I won't die from not making a lab appointment and the world with all its splendor will keep on turning.
Jesus told me not to worry. Ask neebee.
We've done some prayer work on it. I've done all I can do. It's up to the Cosmos.
Cosmo? COSMO?! Slowly I turned, like a 33.3 record...
CCR/Cosmo's Factory Outlet (full album)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VG4JaOUxuE
RAMBLE TAMBLE
Move
Down the road I go
Move
Down the road I go
There's mud in the water
Roach in the cellar
Bugs in the sugar
Mortgage on the home
Mortgage on the home
There's garbage on the sidewalk
Highways in the back yard
Police on the corner
Mortgage on the car
Mortgage on the car
Move
Down the road I go
They're selling independence
Actors in the White House
Acid indigestion
Mortgage on my life
Mortgage on my life
Move
Down the road I go
Ramble tamble
Ramble tamble
Ramble tamble
A Stroll Near Near Trapps With a Gnome and a Mouse
"Mouse, let me show you this roof over here."
"That one with the overhang?"
"Uh-huh."
"Done it before?"
"Uh-huh, many times."
"It looks hard."
"Naw, tis only Five Phoresy."
"Lay on, MacDuffer."
"Tis in the bag, good sir."
"Take my belay and go forth and I shall follow."
"Nay, tis your beast to slay."
"The hell you say. I'll yet wait another day. I felt a raindrop."
"As you say, sir. As you choose."
"Five Phoresy, let us hie to yon coffee barn. I'll buy."
[Gnome falls in a dead faint. Mouse kneels at his side.]
"Alas, Gnomeo, wherefore art thou, Gnomeo?
Would that my tongue were slashed from my yawp!"
[He jumps up. Running off stage left, he shouts into the wings.]
"Say there, Hay! RichRoss! Gunkie! I need some jug band music over here! Make haste!"
[Curtain.]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 16, 2014 - 01:02pm PT
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A Direct ! (Not your left exit don-perri yong)
The lost World Direct of the near traps
L.W.D. g.o.d's first ascent. with a barber,'breach' belay
L.W.D. with B.B.B,
So no blow it mon or see the sole of your own fooot
[Click to View YouTube Video]
above is for mellow yuks and
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below isfor yukktyphox
jimbyrr
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Chop your own choss if that is your thing
if you ever drop anything on my party again
I chop you>.
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now underneath many feel like this song saysV V V V V
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some thing hear tyo ,make a doh smolee smile
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The best in the sak, to kool with and look at
seem to have the below temperament V V V V
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 02:49pm PT
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Just went back in time and ether to the page numbered 500 on this thing of ours.
Looking at zBrown's string of videos, third post down, for some inspiration, it's too gosh darn bad but eight of the ten have been deleted by the Youtube account holder or 'arrested' by the Web Sheriff for copyright infringement.
First time that I have ever seen that one.
So what did that leave, my darling young one?
It left us the poorer for their loss from our pitiful laughingstock of a thread.
It tragically underlined the fact that you never can tell.
And it's a hard rain that may fall...but I don't think it's gonna today.
It left us these two:
Bob/Highway 51/Elston Gunn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8df0zNQHjwE
Bob/Town Hall Live/Elston Gunn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9D5R516XUE
Two-gunn zBrown shootin' down the juggler AND the clown
A quick brown fox with a gunn that cocks then talks
He'll do fancy-shnancy tricks for you.
Let 'er rip, Doc--we never get tired of seein' ol' Ringo get all sweaty and Latin-talkin'. He's no Daisy, not yet.
Howard Darby/Trick Shooter--the Henry Barber of the Wild West in cowboy boots
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOfr6hU5fic
And a little Lida Rose goes
a lo-0-o-0-o-0-ong time, GI.
She's doing tricks back on page 500, Web Sheriff! I'm tellin' ya, it's quite a show! 'member thet burro from Peru we saw last night?
I scored my ride to Fresno tomorrow morning. My bud Skip came through. Whew!
I was hoping for an adventure, for all that.
On the order of, let's say, a guy that looks like me but with a big gut like Oliver Hardy's, with an electrically-powered sleigh, unlimited generosity, and a smile to beat Tony Bennett's, and a guffaw to match Tami's.
We could say he looks more like a gnome than an elf, too, especially with his hat on. Real fake fur seal trim around da brim. Of course it's da brim. Cruising at altitude in a flying sleigh, you need it AND the polarized Ray-Bans. And he's got a cigaret holder like Hunter S.
He'd take me, but first he's an appointment himself at 06:00 in Nome, AK, with Nonny Nonny, the song writer. They are working on a parody of Jingle Bell Rock called Jingle Bell Schlock and he needs to work out the chorus, pick a bass player, you know, the usual trimmings for a production like this. He's also bringing along Yankovich, who's 'interested.'
Barring fog, sleet, rain, snow, lightning, and pigeons in the landing zone on the roof (you didn't hear that from me--shh), we should be in Fresno by nine. Plenty of time to stop at Starbucks. And he's buying!
"You're a saint, dude."
"That's a big load of bushwah. I'm actually Jewish. My name is Nick, but it's Nick Tucci. The Boys who back MY action call me Nicky Two Cheese. They like presents, but they are happy with groveling. It's tough when you're this heavy. And it dirties my beard. You want a shot of espresso in that Sumatran, Mouse?"
"No, I gotta raft of tests comin'--in fact, make that de-caf, Otay?"
"Otay's in San Diego, dude. We're good to go if you want to when you're finished with your labs. You know the Brujo de la Playa? He's an old surfing bud of mine."
"Yep, it's a small world in a big state."
"Glad I don't live here. International = pan-global you know. Can't have any favorites. Need to live in non-territory and nobody claims the pole but MooseDrool. He's a funny guy."
"Yeah, but he doesn't believe in you. He doesn't even believe in his own powers sometimes. He'd have been among the world's top climbers if he'd just started a little younger."
"I'm giving him a rack for the Holiday, and when he comes around to believing in me, then I'll give him a lifetime supply of bras. He needs some re-direction, that fellow. Otherwise, he's a prince. And he knows his beer."
"We better get over to the hospital, JollyJowls."
"Now, MO, get it right. You can just call me Cheesie."
"Gotcha."
"Mouse, you ever gone climbing at The Trapps in New York State?"
"No, I haven't. Brujito is the roof expert in our gang, and he's not sanguine about the humidity. He likes the dry out west."
"I don't blame him. I sweat like a mule when I'm there. Foops is the hardest thing I've done there."
"Who's your second?"
"Just goes by the name Gnome. He's real solid."
And off we go, down Clinton, under the overpass. Through the forest of flags in front of the Vampire's Castle.
Now that's an adventure, as much as I can handle with a hernia.
Ciao, bellas.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 16, 2014 - 03:02pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, you DID get the ride... wow...
say, now, as to the fire-escape...
say, maybe a plan???
could you see if they allow permission for 'legit photographers' for
a paper or magazine, etc, to have paid or signed permits, to use the fire-escape to roof, etc, FOR their purpose of photography?
then, if they do:
could you go to the local paper, or some local store, or someone and see if they'd 'hire you for be their photographer' for some very cheap pay?
and then, would they allow you up, to 'do your perhaps once a month'
small photo shoot?
or, would the building let you sign some kind of a waver, if you explained that your are a 'man on the street, merced photographer'?
you'd have to get some kind of real honest proof though, to do it correct...
would this be somehow possible... can you ask the building owner, etc??
just curious... sure do not want you busted and kicked out of your
'home base' ... :)
thanks for the happy good morning...
i LOVE tree-birds... coming, sitting, surveying and then: going...
job well done, there, mouse...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 16, 2014 - 03:37pm PT
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Well here's one to try to make up for the censorship.
Like Tom Petty said (sort of), "it ain't nothing to you, but it's spomething to me". Hopefully, these simplifying techniques can be applied to a not-so-young athlete(ss). Me, I don't use no stinkin' surgery.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzGrTYRIyt0
mfm
Which ones are you talking about?
Give me something like this
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1954729&tn=500
and I'll see what I can do.
I see some of the Jimi Hendrix stuff got whacked.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 03:45pm PT
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Aw, gee, shucks, it's nice to see you smile, neebee!
You've had a tough year. Not to worry, the photos that I took today were shot from INSIDE the door of the fifth floor and from the landing on the fourth on the other side, too.
It's too much hassle to hassle these bastions. I'll just do what I did this morning. Frankly, the sunrises look pretty much the same, but days like today are really worth shooting. I get out there, virtually every morning, but it's just a habit now.
Hardly Visible (bless you for the advice, Kevin) mentioned my plethora of "Merced sky shots" at the COR gathering; and it was a gentle chide that perhaps another subject might be good. Well, given that I've no wheels, it's tough. I'd love to be out in the country and get shots that I've done before in different light, with higher or lower fStops involved; and with this new tripod, which improves focus immeasurably.
And as far as the sunrises go, they are best in cloudy weather, dark like this morning. These fall colors will be gone by this weekend, as Thanksgiving is the time that the leaves have mostly fallen and bare branches are exposed (and more birds, one would think, but they are hidey little things, very quick to move before I can set the focus. It's aggravating fun, like a tough boulder problem.
Say, there, not to change the subject (HAHAHA), but do you know what an "angle piton" is? I've heard tell of 'em. I think they are related to "bongs," but you should ask Lilabiene, because I know she knows.
Thanks for the prayers. Thank you, thank you, thank you, as I've said before, countless times.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 03:50pm PT
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Drop your guns and reach for this guy.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Rated PIC (Plllitically Incorrect).
Ratings lie. But there is canned heat here, and it's not coolio for young eyes or young girls. Can throwing is hazardous to your health. Get tough with the hard-case at the door, and you got BIG TROUBLE.
Big Trouble in Little China/Coupe de Ville with John Carpenter singing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAyoUxd1pfg
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 16, 2014 - 05:09pm PT
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So all for naught my
Trying to get a brother in law
Up in Lodi to long wrong way and he "whatever man'd", me
Saying look at the map it was
A far fetch & then "half way to L.A."
will turkey dinner be any more uncomfortable?
Is that even possible?
00pS, drooling icicle?
from Werner he was saying something about getting beat down on El Cap,
The top four pitches covered in a sheet of ice of ice of wall in winter.
Trapped in a freezing waterfall, summit or plummet
Glad to hear that you have a ride
and that all goes well of course
and save, ED what we here needed too, so take down the Idtis no safph, iree,aye mon?!
http://www.celebratewithstringsattached.com/wedding-soloist.html#.VGlN9ygSq50
this was someone who was more than good to me an' then ya' know broke my hart
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 07:44pm PT
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ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS LYRICS
"Funkytown"
(originally by Lipps, Inc.)
[Alvin:]
Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me,
Town to get me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
[All:]
Well, I talk about it,
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about,
Talk about,
Talk about moving,
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
[Simon and Theodore:]
oh, oh, yeah
[Alvin:]
Won't you take me to,
Funkytown? [x4]
[Alvin:]
Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me,
Town to get me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy.
[All:]
Well I talk about it,
Talk about,
Talk about,
Talk about,
Talk about, Talk about,
Talk about moving,
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
[Simon and Theodore:]
oh, oh, yeah
[Alvin:]
Won't you take me to,
Funkytown
[x4]
Come on everybody,
shake it up and down,
lets get up, party on,
in the Funkytown,
put your hands up high,
now take it down low,
come on party people it's time to go!
[Simon and Theodore:]
oh, oh, yeah
[Alvin:]
Won't you take me to,
Funkytown? [x4]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0rjeNbqmKA
kFLASH brings you the straight skinny from a buncha ssttrraightt skkinny dickheads who love to play with campfires--The Flamous Fames!!!!
Bob Zimmerman goes to camp.
http://www.thetower.org/article/was-my-jewish-summer-camp-trying-to-indoctrinate-me/
Angry birds cannot flock together.
But both are birds of a feather?
Not "What gives?" but
"Who giveth what?"
http://www.thetower.org
KUMBAYA. There, it's out their. I'm one of "them." So shoot me, Indira. Stab me, Farouk. Cut off me beard, me hearties. We're no longer welcome. The pirate ship AmeriKa Ra has grounded, we're beset on most sides (Canada? You hear?), and our timbers are shivered.
But look, Boss! It's das Boot! And it's flying Campfire colors. WE ARE SAVED, BOSS! Unless they hand us over to the Coast Guard and ship us to Git....
The Campfire Girls of America morphed into the Campfire Boys and Girls of America in 1975 when membership eligibility was expanded to include boys...but only those who wanted to, really. At least at first. Especially in Mennesoda, eh? CBGA then became Campfire USA in 2001. It is currently called just plain Campfire. It all began...well, you can google it just as easy as pie, so do it if you are so inclined. But the most important thing, from the standpoint of a marijuana user like myself, that would be that they have mints, while the Girl Scouts have cookies.
They're currently using terms like coed, inclusive, service learning. Not gonna comment. Just reporting. It is strange, though. Knot surprised, though. I guess I'm ambivalent and blase. But I feel better informed.
The history of both the Campfire and the GSUSA, the current correct name of the Girl Scouts, go back to the years 1910-1913, when they sorted out the organizations. The Camp Fires rejected a bid by Daisy Low to merge with her group in Savannah. It went on like that. Don't forget the Girl Guides. That organization was also involved.
The only girl guide who I ever met was Ellie Hawkins, and that was only in passing on Pywiack Dome, Coke Spoon, 5.9, just a cakewalk for EH. I wish that I could have seen her at Oakdale and said, like, "Come on, you don't remember, 'Flash?' Me and that kid from the Upper Peninsula? The one that made the joke about the diapers?" I mean, that girl could really move quickly. She wasted no time getting out of there after that story.
Almost like a female Werner, she was. Or so it now seems. She looked great in her pics from the Festival, I must say.
The lyric, "Campfire boys and girls wontcha come out tonight," has not the same ring to it, the same zing to it, as the good old lyrics with the non-coed question. It's uneven, too. And definitely not funky, either. Blame PC (Polite Chipmunk, as in Polite Elephant).
So break out that pack of chocolate marshmallows and straighten out some coat-hangers, men and women. We adult campers like toasted momellows as much now as ever.
And wine. Beer. Weed. But eat first.
Got a smoke?
PLANE OF HEAVEN (or Tea of Heaven is timely, too.)
Break out the uke
Drink until you puke
The ditties are dirty
The women all are purty
And we have a ton of weed
The Teton Tea's a brewin'
I don't know what yer doin'
The marshmellows are toastin'
We're all here a-boastin'
That we've got a ton of weed
It came out of the lake
There for us to take
And take it all we did
Oh, WAY more than a lid
Yeah, man...we found a ton of weed
The coals are dark and red
It must be time for bed
But before we all are done
Let's roll another one
Cuz we have a ton of weed (It's really top drawer)
Yeah, we got a ton of weed (And it's all home-grown)
Oh yeah, we've smoked a ton of weed (Are we done yet?)
Baked on a ton of weed (We're really toasted)
Love smokin' weed every day (It's good for you-ou-ou)
"News" naturally comes singin' the "blues," child.
So the blues rule the news.
But where or what is the down side, the blues side, of having a ton of free weed?
Someone should write a book.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2014 - 11:09pm PT
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Take heed of stormy wethers
Don't wear fur or feathers
Wait fir my tree wings to be flapping
The wind blows but goes nowhere
And there isn't anyplace I'm going to
"Maybe into the hole that He's in?"
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you
"Is it ALL phoney?"
"Except for phoresy."
(And the Blitzo holes.)Last but not least...well, maybe the least because it looks so small...the MisterE Wobbler, a flighty one, but a single-minded climber. It's rate of climb is among the fastest ever recorded in the Western Hemisphere.
Period.
Oh, and the rooftop kitty. Can't neglect the cat.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Nov 16, 2014 - 11:29pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Have any of youse seen "the Soul of America"? A movie about this guy? It moved my flame.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 12:07am PT
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Hey, Way There, Wayno.
Wally Climber and Hot Dog Lover (long as they're tasty and thrilled to a T)
What's shaking? Hearing voices? Talking eardrums?
Rattle and Hum.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Answer: Not me. zBrown, possibly. Dee Molinar, doubt it. Charles Manson? He shits and Clif Bars emerge. Hell, no.
No, I haven't heard of the Menahan St. Band, either.
Sound and Furry/Buffalo Demon Sand
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Carl Sandbag/Desire
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"In Under the Blood Red Sky we just wanted to capture this period of the band...oh, f*#k it."
Which way is Sandusky? Kirk, over.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 02:13am PT
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In brief: Joint growth
The physeal plates are at the ends of your bones.
This is where the longitudinal growth of bone takes place when you are still young. At skeletal maturity it closes up and no more growth occurs. "epi" means above so the "epiphysis" is the area above the physis, like the epidermis is above the dermis in the skin. The epiphsis is at the end of the bone and forms a joint with the bone next to it.
Source: HealthTap, http://www.healthtap.com/user_questions/28296
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 02:29am PT
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Debbie Friedman, mentioned in the link above about Bob Dylan at Camp Camp.[Click to View YouTube Video]Not all funky,
But a blessing.
Have some turkey,
Have some dressing.
You're a growing boy.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2014 - 03:30am PT
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I know better than to post up with out reading up
but
good morning as it were time to make tracks
the news here is all hit and killed by a train and plane crashes
she made it through un harmed!, big Flames wooha
fully flipped car on the major trail see strings attached song
My first bird was baby, a rescue MaCaw that was just saved and moved on
then the picture below is Brady after the quaterback
She was saucy and cheated at cards. Swore and would grab your finger and laughing pirate she was a wise gal Brady she was the flying tennis ball
now here kinda a diva or just breaking us in.
this sweety is pastchio a terrible name for a girl bird
happy travels and good luck you are mo fond to me then duck who stuck my ear back on my head
thanx Werner duck and by the by what the ..... Quack!!
the germs that the residual zzes caught like last year will now
cycle as the cold shuts down storm widows shut-ins we becomeit is for me as I must scramble them
every school day eggs
get her to school and seeing the time
I'll be driving but no photos
It is raining not snowing here
hear good tis good luck on ones wedding?!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2014 - 03:46am PT
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tread well and
adventure forth
no jimbo won't see
me not. abuse his
liturgical word
surgical word
go in peace
brother mouse
here is the second without seeing
why a open the eyes
you
and
these
flames
are
on
TOP
Garcia YA Latter, ....[Click to View YouTube Video] laughgaphaw Gaphaw
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2014 - 07:04pm PT
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HEY say take a look at rhymes with italy's latest TR post
An Oddyssey to Shangri La (FA and an FFA in a little paradise)
by Vitaliy M.
wooha and wowsa
Vitaliy sure gets it and gets it done.
roght ,roght! RIGHT!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 17, 2014 - 07:04pm PT
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Mairzy Doats
I know a ditty, nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:
Mairzy doats And dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats And Dozy Doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy"
Oh! mairzy doats and dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you - oo?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
it's no harder speaking that-a-way than it is to speak (rite, i mean, write?) in norwegian, bud
foreign example
these threads he concepts
in his isolatry
woden's shoe is birdseye wood
his mares eat oaks
his liddel lambs get scarified in trench-mouth warfare
oh what big sot teeth they have
allies all look the same in their twelve-ounce cans
dead boulderers lying there
in talus requiescat in pace
painted rum red, bone white and ameriblue
kill u some ivy, too
but spare the lambs, see?
My father, Boomer, used to love to sing Mairzy Doats when we drove long distances. We could never match him. The words were...weird.
and
his main song, and one on which Mom joined in to sing,
and we kids (once we began thinking that we understood "syncopatience"--took a little while,
lots of trips up and back from Sac to Redding visiting folks0, was this little ditty.[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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Nov 18, 2014 - 10:07am PT
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Johnny Cash is no longer here.
Sue is no longer here.
David is still here.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Sue (Or In a Season of Crime)
by David Bowie
Sue
I've got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue
The clinic called
The x-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home(?)
Sue you said you want it written
Sue, the virgin on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime none need atone
I've kissed your face
Sue, I've pushed you down beneath the weeds(?)
Endless fate in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue, goodbye
Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 18, 2014 - 12:41pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ay! que bonito es volar,
a las 2 de la mañana,
a las 2 de la mañana,
Ay! que bonito es volar, ay mamá!.
Volar y dejarse caer,
en los brazos de una dama
ay! que bonito es volar,
a las 2 de la mañana, ay mamá!
Me agarra la bruja
me lleva a su casa,
me vuelve maceta
y una calabaza.
Me agarra la bruja
me lleva al cerrito,
me vuelve maceta
y un calabazito.
Ay! dígame, dígame,
dígame usted,
¿cuántas criaturitas
Se ha chupado usted?
Ninguna, ninguna,
ninguna no sé,
ando en pretenciones
de chuparme a usted.
Repite Ay! me espantó una mujer,
¿a dónde?
en medio del mar salado,
en medio del mar salado,
ay! me espantó una mujer Ay mamá!
Por qué no queria creer
lo que otros me habian contado
lo de arriba era mujer
y lo de abajo pezcado, ay mamá!
Cuando a mi mujer la encuentro acostada
le jalo las colchas no me dice nada
cuando a mi mujer la encuentro durmiendo
le jalo las colchas y salgo corriendo
Ay! dígame, dígame
dígame usted
¿Cuántas criaturitas
se ha chupado usted?
ninguna, ninguna
ninguna no sé,
ando en pretenciones
de chuparme a usted.
A la bruja me encontre
en el aire iba volando
en el aire iba volando
a la bruja me encontre, ay mamá!
Entonces le pregunté:
que ¿a quién andaba buscando?
me dijo ¿Quién es usted?
soy cantador de huapango, ay mamá!
Escóndete Chepa,
escóndete Juana,
que ahí anda la bruja
debajo de la cama.
Escóndete Chepa
escóndete Joba,
que ahí anada la bruja
volando en su escoba.
Ay! dígame, dígame
dígame usted
¿Cuántas criaturitas
se ha chupado usted?
ninguna, ninguna
ninguna no sé,
ando en pretenciones
de chuparme a usted.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2014 - 08:32pm PT
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Burglary in Florida
(Courtesy of Johnny Feaver.)
Sometimes things that really happen are funnier than stuff made up:
When southern Florida resident Nathan Radlich's house was burglarized recently, thieves ignored his wide screen plasma TV, his VCR, and even left his Rolex watch.
What they did take, however, was a white box filled with a grayish-white powder. (That's the way the police report described it.)
A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police said that it looked similar to high grade cocaine and they'd probably thought they'd hit the big time.
Later, Nathan stood in front of numerous TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: "Please return the cremated remains of my sister, Gertrude. She died three years ago."
The next morning, the bullet-riddled corpse of a local drug dealer known as Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan's doorstep. The white box was there too; about half of Gertrude's ashes remained.
Scotch taped to the box was this note which said: "Hoochie sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day."
And you thought California was the land of fruits and nuts?
[FYI fun fact: CA has more zombies, per capita, than FL according to the last census.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 06:33am PT
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So John McCormack, the tenor, was among the best tenors ever recorded
AND
a nobleman of the Vatican. He sounds Irish. He must have had some good drinking songs in his repertoire.
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Beer, the breakfast of champions.
Cheers to you each morning.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 08:49am PT
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THE DRUNK POETS SOCIETY MEETS TODAY AT REINERO'S. Be there or be square.
Allen Tate.He was a white supremacist but a good poet.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Tate
Allen Tate reading Winter Mask (To the memory of W.B. Yeats)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGHbRNTJI80
Not a poet, not norwegian.
Mikhail Lomonosov, Born-dated today in 1711. Wrote Epistle on the Usefulness of Glass--it helps beer to taste better and photographs could not be made without it, all I really wanna know about glass.
He may have looked something like this, according to Moswood, the official Russian state music organ.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Billy Sunday, the baseball player (no glove era) and popular preacher. He was a big hit when people flocked to hear him lay down the word, especially on the gentle art of bunting, a burning topic among fans.
Converted to evangelical Christianity in the 1880s, Sunday left baseball for the Christian ministry. He gradually developed his skills as a pulpit evangelist in the Midwest and then, during the early 20th century, he became the nation's most famous evangelist with his colloquial sermons and frenetic delivery.
Sunday held widely reported campaigns in America's largest cities, and he attracted the largest crowds of any evangelist before the advent of electronic sound systems.
He also made a great deal of money and was welcomed into the homes of the wealthy and influential. Sunday was a strong supporter of Prohibition, and his preaching likely played a significant role in the adoption of the Eighteenth Amendment in 1919.
Despite questions about his income, no scandal ever touched Sunday.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Sunday
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Put me in, put me in![Click to View YouTube Video]"A wee bit Crusty, young Simpson."--GroundSleeper Willy (not norwegian, either, but Scots)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 09:18am PT
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I witnessed ten drops of soft rain this morning.
No hard rain's a-gonna fall, looks like.
Shite. Ma Nature's really uptight, huh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2014 - 09:34am PT
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But you look good in that style of lampshade, man.
As long as you swing when you get to the party, and don't hit too many party-foul balls, and your own booze, you are coolio.
Haven't you any of Tami's "new black" outfits?
Dingus does, most likely. He may let you borrow something if the size is the same.
Choo-choo!!!
I'm gonna take a nap. Find us some more music, s'il vous plait, please.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 19, 2014 - 11:06am PT
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The big wall credo. The only good wall is a drywall? Stop screwing things into that wall.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Nov 19, 2014 - 04:26pm PT
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i missed the meeting.
i purposely chose an axe for
a pillow last night
and i was sleeping in the shed
beside a rowdy blaze
and i hoped the rusty
blade would cut through
the subconscious funk
in which im sunk
but instead i awoke
to my wife yelling at me,
but really it was just
a dream,
and as i came to
an adolescent owl
issued a creaky hoot
and midnight was borne
so i pushed out the iron hour
engineering, turned
in my design
and at 6 bought my first wreck
and watched the sun rise over the lake
as a storm hatched on the sierras.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 19, 2014 - 08:31pm PT
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I'm talking tap only the finest home brew!!! That micro brewery is the brewery that I want to visit!!!
along those lines I have fo7 my once in a Blue Moon constant
For a localn 8% alcohol Double iPA. Not a light beer but I don't drhink Drink
whiskey more but still less. Beer I get the when the sale means it may skunked
I Ho to admit this will send the weege for his axe. Like calling Thunderbird, wine
I add fresh lime to ice cold skunked beer. When I say ice cold there is, frost, the start of freezing
inside the bottle. If you wait too long, 3 seconds, to pour at least as many ounces, or else it turns to slush. Snow flanked mountain stream cold.
Let me start with the bottle cap. Two hands with index fingers pointing cross at the wrists.
Along the front arm with the A at the elbow is the word "roads"
Above the elbow of the arm that cross behind is the word "Two"
The words "Brewing Company" Bracket the Graphics.
On the neck strap the words "Temptingly Hoppy"in a flowing script
Runs over the words "Double IPA" in bold font and the IPA is extra heavy.
The words "Plenty of bite" run vertically and frame a golden smirking snake coiled head and tail raised with a hops bud held by the tail and the tongue of the viper aimed at the bud.
The body of the bottle is what I would call a shortie. Not a long neck, brown bottles a squat rack that stays stable on the floor of the truck. The grasp is wide, good feeling, a wide grip.
On the back of the bottle is an ominous hook with two thick cables disappearing into the housing.a 1940s Crane hook with the #2 filling the casing. The Label on the front of the bottle
is a graphic that is chock full of fun. "The road Less Traveled" the same pointing hands from the cap and Road 2 Ruin Double IPA and Temptingly Hoppy Ale repeat and are surrounded by signing hands the universal OKay rounded thumb meeting index finger.on the upper left on the right is the 'Hawaii" thumb over two middle fingers,pinky and index attended.The hand signs at the bottom are thubs up and peace. On the side with no bar code is the cartoon drawing of a naked couple holding hands her breasts covered and both wear Hops buds for modesty.
I like the redundant warning and the 8 % alcohol /volume.
This is a very very good beer but for warned it is a party and that is as good as it is bad.
as good as it gets from a bottle as good and that only Happens once in a Belgian White
BLUE MOON
cheers mate cheers mate it is worth thanking twice !!
On the sad hand my 'hops' as if sucks, the Jamaican is banking on my desperate only once a month, basta rasta damn it!!Worst he pinches every bud giving me bottoms. stubs. 'knoe'em fo'decade now!![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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Nov 19, 2014 - 09:06pm PT
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The Roadless Traveled Better
The pioneers, not the sons
The ones with the axes, not the McCollughs, Parner
They are the ones
Stumpy little stumpf*#kers, shorter than their sprigs
Groan older morning after morning
Slavin' away at chokers
At Cat treads and cursin' the person
Who almost got him with his backswing
And wishin' he we drinkin'
Really cold ones down at the Crossroads
So cold in the bottles
That the words printed on the label
Fell off the table
And into his lap
And here comes Junior
Telling him ma's waiting dinner
And about the new chain he just found a-lyin' there
But you know he stole the thing
But you know you don't care
You leaned the axe by the chair
Now where's it gone
The boy's got it
It's sheath leather from the bull you slaughtered
And with your monogram on the thing
Pay up, Sal Two bits
And yer off to the rodeo
Gonna give that old lady a ride
Then go do it all again till you die
Redwood Aged.[Click to View YouTube Video]
The sound of talkies had not penetrated a single eardrum of the public in 1927.[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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Nov 20, 2014 - 04:34am PT
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This was Lisa Simpson's first classical acqusition.
Crusty gave it to her for her birthday one year, back in season five.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Both she and he are still alive.
And I'm, as ever, full of jive.
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Nov 20, 2014 - 05:44am PT
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I once touched a pulpit used by Billy Sunday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2014 - 06:02am PT
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"Bully!"
A traveling website (whose last stop was at the art thread, but it turns out it has an image problem and didn't feel liked over there) dedicated to one I love, Eka, or Constance Frederika, which shortens to that.
http://rainbowrobstravels.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/part-two-1870s-wandering-artist.html
She held her brother Roualeyn in high esteem. He wrote about his big-game hunting in Afica. Another brother wrote of his hunts in India. The Gordon-Cumming family was from Northumberland.
http://www.britishcheese.com/members/northumberland_cheese_company-23
Zanita.
A Tale of the Yosemite.
http://archive.org/details/zanitaataleyose00yelvgoog
zAnita1878.
A Thread of the Yosemite. I love the name...use your own imagination, I'm busy...
The DPS will re-convene, and when we do, we'll have this topic as our topic:
Verses vs. the Universe, with the Universe as our special guest, reading from its latest bloopers list. Bring your own booze and bring your own Clif Bars or whatever to the Camp 4 lot. The date will be posted earlier this next time.
Rinero's tossed us out last night because, like their sign reads, "When you're out of dineros, you're out of Reineros's."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2014 - 11:02am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
"One Foggy Morning" The birds were all a-scorning
The nests that they were born in
Relying only on their down.
An they sat and watched a movie
It was old but it was groovy
And it even used a thing that men call sound.
They should have fired that director
And I'm no flaw detector
Of talent he is so bereft.
But they were only pig-birds
And you know silly pig-birds
Sh#t only on that which they have perched.
I could continue with this ditty,
But it might get a lot less pretty...
Maybe I should stop and go to church.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2014 - 05:05pm PT
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What do I want from LIFE? More of it.
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The fog has now become rain.
It was dry but now it's a pain.
It's too wet to go out
This can't mean that the drought
Is over and won't come again.Thank you, Care Bears!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 20, 2014 - 07:57pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, thanks for the trail that LED to lederer, up there in
your post... as you know, i recently learned of him... :)
say, as from the facebook post, and that 'info', here is more:
the movie:
ONE RAINY AFTERTOON... it was a cute story--and VERY well done, in all ways:
[Click to View YouTube Video]
wow, fun, see, i know how to do these video things, now, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 02:16am PT
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Thank you, neebee, for posting that.
I 'set that up.' Remember Field of Dreams, the Kevin Costner movie about baseball?
He was told, "If you build it, he will come."
This old Mouse, it seems, concocted 'a better neebee trap.'
I watched part of the movie earlier, thanks to your page on FB.
I liked Ida Lupino.
She liked Howard Duff.
I'd have gone for Ida.
I just wasn't old enough.
"Other women's numbers don't interest me, Batgirl."[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ida and Howard visit I've Got A Secret.[Click to View YouTube Video]
The championship fight to which he had tickets. Fullmer was favored.[Click to View YouTube Video]
The re-match four months later, a knock-out.[Click to View YouTube Video]No standing eight count in these fights.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 21, 2014 - 03:04am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, yep--you did...
as to this--aww, fun way, to say it:
I 'set that up.' Remember Field of Dreams, the Kevin Costner movie about baseball?
He was told, "If you build it, he will come."
This old Mouse, it seems, concocted 'a better neebee trap.'
say, now if you can ever find that 'waltz' from the marx brother's movie,
i will stop by the ol' flame's mouse trap, again,
even when i am having this busy pre-holiday season, :))
otherwise, of COURSE, i alwaysssssssssss stop by, when i am on line...
sadly, though, i still load these pages far too slow... i think it is due to so many videos ALL on the same page, here, at the taco...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 03:32am PT
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I've never had a fish taco.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
There. I feel so much better having said that.
Thinking of leaders. (Francis Lederer)
Led naturally to motels.
I don't understand what brought on the cat deluge.
Got a great repository filled with canine shots, too.
Rin Tin Tin was a role model. So was Lassie. Mr. Ed was a jerk. Cosby was the cat's meow.
Role models come to mind. There is a fine line here--
but what a man did stays with him, no time limit (chipping holds in rock, for example);
and if he's not man enough to admit it, then he deserves what he gets when his name is dragged through his own filth, if proven guilty.
It's a nasty business, being part of the media.
"Let's jump on this, guys. It's gonna sell lotsa papers."
Tommy T. got a job cleaning out a house of some folks he knew. Stack of mags, three bottles of wine, and an old Russian 35mm film camera were part of his plunder.
The wine was from San Bernabe Vineyards. It was delicious, but it hadn't a label and I'm not sure what variety it was, but, as has been asked recently,
who cares?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 21, 2014 - 06:51am PT
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Send pm with correct address and I'll mail you an ft and an io burger!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 10:25am PT
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Tomorrow, the DAY.
"Who's Jave Kay, Unca Mouse?"--one of the meese's nieces back when
I've looked through the Wise-Ass Joke Repository and there are NO good jokes about JFK's killing.
Even Don Rickles left it alone.
As T Hocking said, "November sucks." (Or words to that effect on a thread best left entombed.)
Jave Kay Redux
That cemetery flame still is burning
And my heart has since stopped yearning
For Camelot's new frontier.
It's best to let him lie there,
It's not as if we don't care,
Just stop and shed a tear.
They really botched this investigation, beginning to end.Mannlicher might have made a few bucks off of it.Not every picture tells the truth, but that's politics and big bucks talking.
http://www.newsweek.com/2014/11/28/truth-behind-jfks-assassination-285653.html
http://www.newsmax.com/Newsfront/john-kennedy-assassination-confession-mafia/2014/11/20/id/608736/
Another November death for your archive, T Hocking.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 01:58pm PT
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That's a pretty unbelievable set that Sonny and Brownie were playin' on.
Make it real, but don't make it appeal.Send me to the one-holer.
Those photos were in an Ebony article, very persuasive, too, about how the New South was all a crock, or to put it politely, a myth.
I wasn't there, but it was my problem all the same, according to the Politically Correct Faction. But, like the rest of the crew, I had no solutions, not surprisingly. Personally, I simply dug the shiv out of the guitar music and the chorus and one verse in this song--guess which one.
I've never really paid much attention to rock lyrics, except for Dylan and some others. they are often just afterthoughts to make the music more salable. Instrumentals are so boring...Classical Gas comes to mind first.
I hate feeling guilty about having a good time. Funk PC when it gets all up in my face over what's being promoted by fine decent men like Lynnyrd Skynnrd: These Southern Boys just tryin' to rise again, make some bread, and entertain, it's too bad they could not have gone to the higher level.
Just my opinion, mind you.
Viva Las Vegas![Click to View YouTube Video]AAARGH!-uing and judging don't much cut it here on The Flames.
Broken-winged ravens are welcome here.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Nov 21, 2014 - 02:31pm PT
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The camera looks like a Zorky, a soviet Lieca knockoff
Should say зоркий on it somewhere
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 02:32pm PT
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Happy Birthday, Mickey Mouse! Nov. 18, 1928.
You little horn-dog!
While you're chasing Minnie, Morty and Ferdy go slack-lining and get into big trouble.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Battle with Flames ensues.
Help, Werner! Help!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 06:53pm PT
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Happy Holidays, gang.
The warm stoves of memory and desire are burning sweet apple wood.
The turkeys are hung in the shop windows with NO GIBLETS, PLEASE!
And the Sweater Gal is hanging in there nobly in...
PEYTON PLACE!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Emfe1nRYTI
So do what comes natural...kick back and refresh your soles.
I'm gonna.
Credits for Arthur Kennedy (NOT George Kennedy from The Eiger Sanction) and Lorne (Pa) Greene, the Canadian immigrant, and Rick Nelson's older brother, David Nelson as Ted Carter.
"Men can see much better than they can think."--Grace Metalious
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 21, 2014 - 08:55pm PT
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Flamethrower-pi?
What is the radius? Where is the rad lab?
Who played bass in Uncle Tom's Band?
I'm sure it wasn't Mickey Mouse Raygun, Mighta been Don Duck Braun.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 21, 2014 - 10:04pm PT
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Th Rad Lab is and that is the point .
the very first Rad Lab was in Tuxedo Park New York.
Alfred Lee Loomis came to prominence over and over again in
a few different fields. Most famous for not wanting to be famous!
He organized the Rad Lad as the need to achieve modern radar.
The development of the technology that was brought about by many great
minds working on the problems in a situation that latter might be like the "boiler room "
Groups and individuals given freedom to dedicate time to one pressing problem
The Tudor style Mansion was located on a bluff with a fair size cliff that was the scene of very early 1900s roped Rock climbing this runs as a blasphemy and to my sorted self Flames!!
To soon my a actual day looms with an early start and stress from stepping around swells like those from the Rad Lab, Lego robot national challenge make a robot arm out of the blocks they supply cool servos and motors.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 21, 2014 - 10:33pm PT
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Pies, in fact, are not thrown by Flames, but the ovens are bad juju nonetheless. Make mine either mince or gooseberry, please. With a La MODE and a cuppa coffee with a ptt-ptt-ptt!
The radius lies, along with it's infinite family in the range from the center of the pie to it's crusty curst crust.
The rad lab was hauled off to dog jail, where he ate 25 eggs, got himself a jail tat which says, "Wag the dog."
Shoes hang off power lines in pairs. Keds, Buster zBrowns, Gallenkamps, and pointy-toed Italian patents, all weathering and waiting for Bo Jangles and peace on earth. They will rot there, if that's really why they are there.
And I'm afraid I can't tell you who's on bass, but I know which base Who covers.
Big Bass Man by The King.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXNpnRMrQh4
The question you dread to hear: Who wants seconds of this moose turd pie?
The answer everyone wants to hear: Rad Radar has been picked up by the Raiders. The Snake is watching him rught now in the film room, thinking he's a great prospect as a leftie QB, in the vein of a runner like Steve Young, not like the Scrambling Snake. Rad's just being cool and looping re-runs of his favorite M*A*S*H episodes, however, as the deal is being dealt by the Raiders to his agent, Jerry "Watch the Money" Elvis.
Jerry has NOT left the building.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVZJMtKEb68
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 22, 2014 - 04:46pm PT
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Sony Listen. If you only just wouldn't clap so hard.
That's "sonny" mrapplepotatohead
Give me Deukmajian or give me the Dude.
Just where does Steve Miller go at Miller time? Hopefully not postal on Mr. Pompatous.
ud.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 22, 2014 - 05:12pm PT
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Manhattan Chamber Orchestra & The New York Choral Society
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nBEJtgWtmQ
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 23, 2014 - 06:44am PT
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Yes in order to excel in science and math one must first, have complete command of the humanities, and with that command of the topics be able to filter the drivel that most of the wrought, pseudo religious but really self severing depictions of valor, heroism and piety do not go together. They all contradict one another .So well
wrong place wrong time but YA all can enjoy,
.,,.,.,
,,,.,The Route of Evil, Choices....
The Power Of Money Commands,
Black Ale step, some where past Stout between Seasonal Bock and Private Stock.
We deserve the desert,five bolts.
Blue Bunny Champz,The gold ticket pitch.
a short pitch climbed onsite by Gnome and mouse.
Mouse:
In the grand scheme of things though as far as I know this humanist thing
Gnome:
that appreciation of lost protocols and the importance of old morays on current life was not as important as the suspending of the ability to do the real thing.
Mouse:
well not to the sucker bet set the Madona's or the Zuckerbergs, and. Gates es
gnome:
let's send this and call it,
The Tracks of money compel you
Mouse:
we can think on that , see it follows the crack to the overhang past what I want to call the Malt step, or hops, stout,or something?? so that the name is a reference to something that 's about beer.
Gnome:
in the end good works on a grand scale and grand works on any scale still get smoked
by the thoughtzz of the mouse and the gnome.
Gnome ((lites and takes a hit and passes the bowl, to Mouse.))
Mouse:
be' a moment let me light the bowl
Gnome: clipping a piece above his head from a good if somewhat exaggerated stance
We all unfortunately depend psychologically on something.
Mouse: confidently with drama in pulling back the slack is giving the belay
Why do we depend?
Gnome:
Gravity (((( he says placing a left toe down into a point in the crack right foot free hands at the fulcrum point ))) out loud ) As the Gnome pulls hard )"now it's just physics"at the end with emphasis the Gnome cranks through and clips gear.
Mouse:
We depend on Physics?
Gnome:
No gravity, (*starting to look at a one hold option move)
Mouse:
Gravity is what makes us depend on physicians
Gnome:
no not physicians and not physics clipping more gear,
Mouse:
so your saying zee Angels? common man shts nutz
Gnome:
it more cosmic, deep mystical, shT
Mouse:
Karma and full circle? that sort of thing?
Gnome:
that's a big part of it, we both know of some, for whom history is repeating, or
Who try to make up for bad karma from the past, by looking for good Karma now.
To make up for past deeds, you need to demonstrate change.
Mouse:
choppers and drillers of too many holes, they get what they badly deserve.
hot Inside and out. panic rules all, swarms of wasps yellow jackets in swarms.
that is hell
Gnome: what about the bigger picture like I waz saying, rapists murders that sort, they come back and suffer all the pain.
Mouse: not really most do just fine
Gnome:
well they deserve wasps and what ever, ((the move is to hard for Gnome and he tries to rest on the rope))
Mouse:
What is too many? holes or bolts be ....?
hey ,what the hell Hangdogg!! and visually pulls two arm lengths of penalty slack in a take that fashion
Gnome: ,.while turning a short stand up move into a complicated one hand five different foot placements for effect!! move to eventually stand up, on a bulge oh rock that cuts horizontally
across the face.
Why is there this urge to de pend.??
Mouse:
Gravity
stop to bolt the belay:;:
Stashed away up/down is apoplexy,
the sudden on set of dizziness was the apoplexy, the result of a fall years ago.
Vertigo in The Black Hills was sort of a mystical experience. my stays in the strong hold are also haunted by strong Native dreams/nightmares.
Jettisoned from static life stashed away up/down is apoplexy,
So many others randomly arrived at concepts that may be or may not be worthy of proving. Some are that sweet smelling BS that creeps in as 'the good stories’ for comparison, analogy, and to teach.
The term good is capricious ly /surprisingly bad
Yes in order to excel in science and math one must first, have complete command of the humanities, and with that command of the topics be able to filter, the drivel that most of the standard, pseudo religious but really self-severing depictions, are;
from the few important lessons of human nature that are held with in the subjects of the classics, the humanities.
As to what they are BS of valor, heroism and piety do not go together. They all contradict one another .So well
I think Jaybro should get together with moose for group rate sinus surgery
He should get as certificate for removing beyerbombs from climbs.
I just want confirmation have we any facts where does the rock that hit
come from ? was it a set up
conspiracy conspiracy
is that redundancy in climbing ? is that what that means?
It is a official certificates over all
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2014 - 01:56pm PT
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In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt,
Stalin, and Churchill at the Potsdam conference.
Its' first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and
asked his aide (in Russian), "Who is Kilroy?"
Between them lies a bunch of shi-blank.
The real story of Kilroy is, shall I say, "riveting."
Go find it on the web. It's out there.
Meanwhile, who'd like a free pic for making a jugsaw pizzle?[Click to View YouTube Video]Me, I was waiting patiently, in the line at the fairgrounds, for the one free turkey per household. They ran out.
What the hell is goin' on?
The birds' story is pathetic. They had run out before...the turkeys were heading for the hills,following a break-out. But they were rounded up, annihilated, trussed, frozen, shipped, and given away to the poor and hungry for the holiday.
But who really wants a cowardly turkey when they could be lion in bed, instead?
ME, dam...I mean darn it! Darn it, gosh darn it to tarnation!
There's still the BBQ to attend at the Rescue Mission, though. Sponsored by motorcylists.
I don't expect to see Kilroy there, but he shows up in all the strange places.
The original Kilroy used waxy chalk to sign in, not spray paint, because there was none in the War of the Great Generation.
Dead giveaway for those chasing Kilroy.
He went thataways. And thisaways, too.
Kilroy's song should be I Get Around.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 23, 2014 - 03:18pm PT
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I just recently posted that Frost poem elsewhere.
Are you following me or do we just think alike?
Assuming of course the ability for thought..
Just rec'd the dread low battery warning
Close the pod bay doors HAL
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2014 - 07:43pm PT
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Blows your mind, huh?This is from Throwpie's FB page.
The Brown sisters were a pair, always wearing identical outfits, even before Patty Duke's show, oddly named The Patty Duke Show, aired in the sixties.
Something...something...blah...tweet...Pump House---no-o-o...aha!
The kitchen sink! I knew it would flashback if I worked at it. Haven't lost my touch, in fact, it's becoming enhanced, I'd say, judging from your story, zBrown.
I wonder if the Brown sisters were on separate FB pages, or if they shared the same one.
As to the low batteries, are you suffering from Low C, Low D, Low AA, Low AAA, do you think? Or is it a bigger battery like a 9-volt or the one in your car?
Hey, they SAY there's a way to live better electrically, but it's tough when good acid's hard to find and batteries cost so gosh darn much.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2014 - 07:55pm PT
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Hippie Max. 1967.Had a date at the Fillmore Auditorium with both of the Brown sisters...ONCE ONLY! It was more than enough.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 23, 2014 - 07:57pm PT
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Let's just have the Brown brothers point out the way to go from here on out.
As lefty James used to say to righty James, it's a man's world and I'm a bit more than you are.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2014 - 08:03pm PT
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I doobie leave it's true.
Double vision can easily become octovision if the Window Pane is really good.
Blotter, not so much.
For Avery. Happy Thanksgiving, old Kiwi!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I don't know how or when you celebrate TG. It would be kind to say how that's done up there.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 23, 2014 - 08:09pm PT
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Power to the Braunsville People - Right On! Hole lotta grass being passed 'round.
[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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Nov 23, 2014 - 08:33pm PT
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Sandy Eggo Chargers records for passing
"Leggo my leg so I can toss the ball, gosh darn it!"--Foutsian quote
PASS ATTEMPTS
Most, Career
5,604 Dan Fouts, 1973-1987
3,640 John Hadl, 1962-1972
2,418 Stan Humphries, 1992-97
Most, Season
609 Dan Fouts, 1981
589 Dan Fouts, 1980
530 Dan Fouts, 1979
Most, Game
58 Mark Herrmann at Kansas City, Dec. 22, 1985
56 Dan Fouts vs. Miami, Nov. 18, 1984 (OT)
54 John Friesz vs. Cleveland, Oct. 20, 1991
Back to top
PASS COMPLETIONS
Most, Career
3,297 Dan Fouts, 1973-1987
1,824 John Hadl, 1962-1972
1,564 Philip Rivers, 2004-10
Most, Season
360 Dan Fouts, 1981
348 Dan Fouts, 1980
332 Dan Fouts, 1979
Most, Game
37 Mark Herrmann at Kansas City, Dec. 22, 1985
Dan Fouts vs. Miami, Nov. 18, 1984 (OT)
35 Drew Brees vs. Miami, Dec. 11, 2005
34 (4x) Philip Rivers vs. New England Oct. 24, 2010
Most Consecutive
15 Philip Rivers at Green Bay, Set. 23, 2007.
Dan Fouts at Cleveland, Sept. 7, 1981
14 Drew Brees at N.Y. Jets, Nov. 6 and vs. Buffalo, Nov. 20, 2005
Jim Harbaugh vs. Denver, Nov. 7, 1999
13 (4 times), Last: Philip Rivers at San Francisco, Oct. 15, 2006
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Fake Thread #1
PEOPLE'S PARK 1969 (OT)
Well? Were you there? Or did you sod off to the Valley before it happened? I was in the Season of Finals at Monterey Peninsula College. I missed the fun provided by Ronald Raygun's calling out of the National Guard.
the Rev's soon-to-be ex, Sprout, saw it, tasted the icky tear gas, and saw James Rector shot> (So she said, but she became Dino Valente's little plaything shortly after leaving Jeff--so she also said--becoming at the same time a bona fide groupie. And we all know about groupies and truth-telling, but that's REALLY drifting the thread, huh?).
Anyway, it apparently wasn't Berkeley enough, so they kept on rioting now and again, some of them even coming to the Valley and passing lots of grass in Stoneman Meadow.
The Rangers then brought a Beat-on Hammer down on these children.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
No bears were injured, though lots of them WERE SPEEDING.
So, where were you? Were you a culprit or a bystander or one of the good guys?
Play There's A Riot Goin' On, please.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2014 - 04:51am PT
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Single.Double.Single.Multiple.It's really the by-guess-and-by-golly-I'm-not-gonna-waste-that-one "technique." AKA the "pigeon crop."
Multiples.Did I get ALL of them? No one was pooped on in the shooting of these warm and fuzzy air critters.
As long as you're looking UP...My mom had a kitty once, called Tekkie. A meese-niece once commented that it must be a boy, since Gampah said he dropped his "technicals."
It certainly wouldn't amaze me to find the name of Lilabiene's daughter, THE Muppet, on the list of grads (or instructors/academic slaves) at UCM one of these years.This would enable her to barely scrape by and go climb on the weekends in the Playground of the Rock Stars, Yosemite Valley.
Camila, I love your new in-line skates. Don't go out in the street, miss!
Happy Thanksgiving, Doltish Girls!
(THE Muppet, THE t(h)inker(er), should perhaps have her own DOLT TOOL BOX!)
And on that note, let me conclude this page by a germane Gnomic quote I read somewhere: "...in order to excel in science and math one must first, have complete command of the humanities..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2014 - 04:59am PT
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As you can tell, I suck at 'maths.' We have some distance to go on this page.
But then I never went to a "testicle school."
Mouse From Merced is a humanitarian who CAN, however, install or repair your well pump, if called on. I am, as Jimi suggested, "experienced."
Never fear. This page will fill in its own good time.
And so, to bed.--Peeps
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2014 - 05:33am PT
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It's too early to go to bed again. As long as I've come to consciousness after a whole three hours of rest, I may as well go outside and practice my soft-focusing.
"It's the right thing to do. But first, have some BBQ chicken."--Pall Stranded
The Kamaret.
The Photoret.
The Bull's Eye.
The Hitormissit.
The Quad.
The Alvista.
The Weno.
The Premo.
The Poco.
The Kodak.
And the PDQ (Photography Done Quickly).
All vintage zBrownie types of cameras.
"You forgot the Little Mike, darling."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 24, 2014 - 06:51am PT
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Was over at the ashram near Big Moose Lake and ran into a couple/few. Well, actually it was four. Didn't see any drooling going on. Click to enlarge and it looks like that moose is looking through you (I believe this is how that John Lennon song came about, what did I know?).
I never much cared for the People's Park and even less for the People's stew. I did get more than a fair share of gas living at College and Dwight and I certainly would never have tried the People's Kool-aid.
Simliarly, I avoided the San Diego KKK Youth Corps.
Apparently they had diplomas and everything. Note signature by Wayne "whitey" Kenaston, the so-called exalted cyclops himself.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 24, 2014 - 09:01am PT
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Faux Trip Report #1.
A Day at the Races.
or
Rescue Mission Gorging.
Marxian-Socialism-Laissez faire-Free Bread and Circuses-Christian
Biker-Think at Work and at Play.
It's Thanksgiving vacation time again. We are, as Americans, devoted to our turkey.
It may amaze some of you that many Americans DO NOT HAVE TURKEY FOR THANKSGIVING. Or ham.
Or mashed taters and gravy.
Or yams.
Or mince/punkin/gooseberry/rhubarb/apple/cherry/peach pies.
So they do without and substitute carne asada, hot dogs, hamburgers, and chicken.
And navy beans.
And potato salad.
And macaroni salad.
And Mexican pastry.
And Fritos/Cheetos/BBQ tater chips.
Some even go so far as to make several variations on cole slaw, using cranberries, raisins, nuts, or even blueberries! It's good, too. You should try it next year at the Rescue Mission's annual Thanksgiving BBQ and clothing giveaway.
Since actions and photographs speak louder than Wordsworth, the dead drunk poet of yore, nevermore to pen rhymes like Hiawatha (or was that Longstreet?--I get them confused for some strange reason), there will be no captions nor will there be further comment except this, and I'm warning you, so it's a POLITE, CIVIL gesture/bodily function, not just a compliment to the chef:
*BURP*
Forgive the first pic--I captioned it before I wrote this. The rest are as "clean and free" as the Nutcracker.Bless us, O Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we have received from thy bounty. Through Christ our lord. Amen.
For those so inclined, here is a fine motion picture called Angel On My Shoulder (from the forties, so it's definitely not about free-soloing). It stars Paul Muni, Anne Baxter, and Claude Rains. No commercials.
Enjoy YOUR time of giving thanks to whomever you think you need to thank for your life, your mind, and ST.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icXmAgH2foU
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 24, 2014 - 10:53am PT
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I can't believe it. You seem to have shown the entire population of Merced and apparently there is not a Brown (to be foun').
Forget all about that macho sheeit and get yourself an accordian or plowshare.
Or, an L1011.
[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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Nov 25, 2014 - 07:13am PT
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To compensate for the lack of audio in the preceding post--
NO PIGTAILS, Dumb Pat!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Remember this was the girls' counter to Spin and Marty.
It's too bad there's no hostess for this Flames party.
It's no biker barbecue,
But who wants to be a stew?
Yucky Sissy girl stuff! LOL, PSA.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 25, 2014 - 04:44pm PT
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You would think that in 1973 two presidents and a vice president would have at least warranted a musical score if not a dialogue track.
I have no idea if this film was ever utilized in promoting either PSA or Lockheed. Michele never even knew that it existed. Shows how much respect a vice girl gets, eh?
It does happen to have been filmed the same day that Michele became the first PSA girl to pose in the turbine. It became routine thereafter, but nobody seems to be able to locate Michele's pioneering posing.
Sure hope no one accidently starts that monster up.
San Diego Mid-Air Collision "after the anmbulances go".
On another note. What did Ronnie Reagan have to say to Bill Clinton?
What did Nancy Reagan's Secret Service agent have to say to Michele?
"Mrs. Reagan does not speak to the servants". WTF? She was riding on her airplane and she was a f*#king VP (M, not Nancy) and Nancy wasn't above giving Mr. T some head or a lap dance.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2014 - 09:33pm PT
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Got enough T for two?Catherine Barnes Weed. What's in that cup? Tea. Got enough tea for two?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2014 - 10:24pm PT
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two presidents and a vice president
Presidential powers only. Ho-fing-hum.
Somehow, two plus one equals just two seems weird at first.
and...
Is this guy with the Secret Service League?[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Super-President Narcross will see you now, Wonder Woman and Super Lady Bird."
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Gimme!"
and finally...
Okay, this is the last post on the page. Right?
"Please; come here and check my math, Dad?" (Politely schooled youth always use semi-colons where needed when speaking to their elders.)
So the last word goes to the man in the pointy red hat and with the shaggy eyebrows.
"the drivel that most of the wrought, pseudo religious but really self severing depictions of valor, heroism and piety do not go together. They all contradict one another"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 25, 2014 - 11:15pm PT
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A few shots from Sunday evening and early morning.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 26, 2014 - 03:59am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, i just love the leaf shots... wow!
:)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 26, 2014 - 04:47am PT
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I have apparently wrecked the computer ; so as much as I do it is all by the sneak!,
It is all that I can do
Haa haa that's four A's and two H's wasted!
Happy Thanks Giving.......
oh the joy ......noy .....not
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 26, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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third time is the charm no harm, no fowl, after Birdsong thanks to Z 12/13/13 '77 birdstar thred
that Is a sweet Morning Dew a song down
of all the gaul HAPPY THANKSGIVING ... the rest of the following is more about my life
Hide the children
Call the cops,
the book I am writing is
missing in action
But the threads all told number
more than the longest circular, not out and back, procurement
cC seeing is fun and dreaming is
as good was as it seems
This train wreck that thread,
mighty drink it it's last drought?? I think not as is it sends goofs and sharp zap jabs
Into the universe
where ever I am
ie
nowhere
Near The
The Near Trapps..... photo call going,
Going to post up fresh pebbles small rocks that rock.....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2014 - 12:34pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2014 - 02:23pm PT
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Since it's TG, the Rev's in town.
Adios till later, turkeys.
But first, from Tobia's farm.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
the Rev's a dancin' fool, ya know.
He even knows the Sweetbread Shuffle.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 26, 2014 - 07:42pm PT
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I liked C.W. so well, that I adopted him over on the Tangled up in Torrents site.
[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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Nov 26, 2014 - 08:45pm PT
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Two old farts doing nothing but passing gas.
All that passing grass is long ago and practiced no mo' by the Rev. He has had recent heartache and wanted to tell me about it.I'll explain about the Flames' Used Car Lot: it was a scam we dreamed up this afternoon. No, really. It never happened. I imagined it and the Rev went along with it. An the Rev never lies! Ergo, whatever...
It was at the west end of Main. Next to Bear Creek. We used to go drink Old English there in the night with Louis and Louis and Louis' brother Leo. They introduced us to Stout-a-Malt Liquor. But hey, it WAS in fact a used car lot, no fence along the creek. It's now just a used used car lot with lots of nothing but dirt, used dirt, too. No weeds. And there' always the creek, but there's no creek! Kaput!
Everything's going kaput! in the drought.
So I suggested that maybe Flames lore could be enhanced by a scam like this place. "I would stop at nothing to sell you nothing, Jefe." "Nothing would make me happier than Anything I can imagine than to have you sell me all the nothing you have." "But what will I tell my other pseudo-customers, Jefe?" "You should tell them, nothing doing and then do nothing more."
The very idea of nothing is nothing more than imagination.
Someone give me a +0.
I acted out a slab climb, too, while out cruising on DeLong Road, out past the SEE-ment plant and the place where they plant the dead who aren't Catholic and will go to hell and burn for it.
It was a total scam, too, but death was staring me in the face all the while, so it became a minor adventure, hardly worth a TR, let alone a spread in The Flames. On the top after some exertion, I was standing on top of a square-cut granite slab three or so feet high feeling pre--*--tty good. :0)
In order to get my creaky frame up to the top, which is where some of these were taken, I needed genuine chimney technique. I had my approach boots on so I made the top with not much effort. Granite is so friendly when it's tame. I had more trouble getting down, really, because I had the camera round my neck. There was the sharp pointy top of a wire fence involved as well. And I'm on Warfarin, which means if I get cut I bleed out.
Did I mention my hernia?*
I'm sure some neighbor hood kid got the FA years ago.
the Rev had me spotted from the front seat of his pick-up.
There were no cars on the lot, because the whole deal with the Flames is all about NO FING CARS!
Who needs'em anyways? They are murder weapons and sacred cows.
I need a break.[Click to View YouTube Video]
*The hernia surgery last Monday was postponed, if I haven't mentioned that here. More tests before the docs are happy. *sigh*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2014 - 09:37pm PT
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"My dogs are barkin'. Let's get in the truck an motate."
"Where we goin'?" "Nowhere." "What are we gonna do?" "Nothin'." "Final answer? You sure you don't wanna buy me a fish taco?" "Nothing is more bland than a fish taco except a mush taco." There is no question, then, about my never eating a fish taco. the Rev sez bland, I don't care for one, thanks. Maybe a feesh taco. One made with nice fresh feesh, too.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
There were no dead fish on the creek bank anywhere. Coons get them, I reckon.
So we pushed thru traffic south to the other end of town. Came round on Childs over the freeway and on down past his dad's old wrecking yard. Then we turned up DeLong, a dirt road edging a large field on the right and shacky places on the left, but there are no actual houses, just shacky-looking fences.
It's another favored teen drinking hang, DeLong Road, because it's not that long and it's not winding except it makes a left up there just before you come to Merced Monuments' yard.
There are dead people out there, too, as it's a county cemetery further up on the left. Great spot. Though there are far better, this is "in town." On a foggy night it's better, too.
Teen spirits, '60s-style. The only smell, though, would be from Jade East cologne overdose, or Brut, or doobie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 26, 2014 - 09:52pm PT
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On the way back downtown we ran across this pretentious character. Werner could do this stupid trick stuff with an ice axe, I'll bet. lol
by then we'd had our fill of nothing so we took one cruise down Main to Middle Earth.
JuggetyJug & JiggityJig.
Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum.
I'm his friend, he's my chum.
He's got all ten, I lost a thumb.
Zero sum, gee I'm dumb.
+0/-0 = 0
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 26, 2014 - 10:00pm PT
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What is that pizza flipper doing in the bike lane?
Why didn't Flipper get more credit for his pioneering poses in the Lil' Rascals?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 27, 2014 - 02:42am PT
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crack the day open I have to drive
The 'morrow to you no no thing good about it as it has pissed and snowed east cost Droole
Can't ski it it smells... well ... like NJ
my molar is jacked as the kids say and my sisters kids are Now adults and the
table is at grandmotherinlaasc wha'izz it about the whole phony shin dig ??
crap this scrabble game and the painters set-up that JayBird's computer was
Not set to hold and fold three pages of word and YouTube and Taco and....pictures
(what'd YA think, I should have said porn)
Needless either way brown goo could might very well be visible but she is not letting me see.
that is a to 'xplain that Shablet has a mind of her own and plays jokes when warm and then I shut down.
crazy for me as to keep three things straight in a row and one at a time is what I will have to ponder through out time and childhood space is always. in the way of duplication. As of now it is just concerning me as to who might be and what to me is it any how??
if I do not see it on the Internet it has not happened until I have time to check
Don Rickels, I went... whose slaughter did I fall for? and is it all well and fine as i wearers aHat!!
what slither is this? and using Eddie Albert Calling him Hogan Crane?
the pure confused original poster= Rachel Welch for me and Betty Grabble or Garbo for you?
see way out in the past was the ski trips and real establishing a life of cooking and travel writing before Internet killed the golden goose. Video killed the radio star!!!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 27, 2014 - 03:26am PT
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Some thing lights up and then not so much; at the same time as the eBay auction has Dolt Pitons, the contrast that is resident in those pins
See the Dolt thread.
A full load of greetings and good wishes,
As family is a blessing and a local cop
It seems as the turn turns
is there
and of course noway to make it rain
but still was thinking of that STS hmmm
Saga by definition,
Cheers with a sore mouth
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 27, 2014 - 04:53am PT
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Molar Storm Bears Down on Jersey.
Ecstasy Downs prepares for worst pain EVER!Middle Earth sends in the National Regard.Obama blames lack of proper oral hygiene."I'm sticking to my gums."http://www.phinneywood.com/2013/07/
What would C.E. Watkins do?
Why, take a photograph, of course.
And not that this video has anything to do with porn, mind you. I just like it for the song.[Click to View YouTube Video]It may help you feel better, but really, weed's the best thing for it. New York Sour Diesel was the child of a guy from California, I've learned.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 27, 2014 - 06:39am PT
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not if I started when I did
keep on going up the track jack 'cause I got nothing new to say..
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 27, 2014 - 06:41am PT
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"Make it a point to come see us."
Thanksgiving Specials.
Black Friday means nothing down, nothing left to buy.
We have lots of nothing. Smoke weed every day
Whenever it's possible,
If you've got any.
Watch out for the Fritos Bandito.
And definitely believe nothing that fish taco salesman has to say.http://photoseed.com/collection/group/the-photographic-times-1890/
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 27, 2014 - 06:55am PT
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yes and yes and so bring on the best stickeey buds,One time I had some Seattle Supersonic! and real exotics from Hawaii and Thai Land! diesel is a mix up and a big no no --at the moment. --I do judge on the fact as a matter of fact. I tell you we find it the best trac that if we hide in plain sight and just show up and smile the leaving at least is grand no puncuA toon!!
a punch to the soul speaking with the dual laity of pre censorship
three cheers to Lodi both east and yours out where my family usually belongs on turkey thnxgvng with all the rest out west!
oh and just as an edit close by to the reference; You could not have known, I can say that as I knew Cruickshank, that was a clan of sicofants. A family of Writers, cynics and well educated
Bulging eyed yes men, who wrote anything to please a purse, as it were. That was the way to make a living as a writer.
let me not even go there....
V VVV. V V V V V V VVVVV. VVV
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 28, 2014 - 02:25am PT
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The tradition started in 1924.
In 1927, Felix the Cat became the the first-ever character balloon.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 28, 2014 - 02:46pm PT
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Is that Licky propping up the tree and wondering where-in-the-hell that Lower Pass is?
Shameless plug. Keep your eye out for the upcoming release of:
Lower Merced Pass SuperNatural ©®
Due at all legitimate MedMarDispensaries by Christmas.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2014 - 12:14am PT
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Peaceful holiday weekend.
Climb safely.
Hope your flights don't get cancelled.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2014 - 12:37am PT
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What is too many?--GnomeDrool
Really? When is too often?
Once a year on twenty-five December or each day we spend here?
Every day should be Christmas, it's said.
Christmas spirit. Not Christmas present, not Christmas future, but Christmas in everyday life.
Over the hills and through the woods to Gnome-mother-in-laws and it's all good
Philosophy, philadelphic cheese, and a certain amount of uxoriousness will get you through.
Enjoy your turkey farts. Savor them like a Millis joke.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 29, 2014 - 06:07am PT
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past repast and last tooth on the left , Doc not...
shock!!!
' wade ya 'cpect ....... rubber biscuit? abho Bo Bo ALHA wha wa'
Hey
If it is to late well oh well, but if not
Reprint the labels
Lower Merced Pass ...
Supersonic
I have no dental coverage until ?? when! how much individual ??
The health dare challenge has the sad no cover till you spend
the deductible is wicked high
I have delusions of Swiss Army knife extraction, I could film it in the dirty snow for a
gripping portrayal
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 29, 2014 - 06:45am PT
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hey there say, mouse... just dropped by to say hey there...
wow, say, when we were kids, we did read sherlock holmes... my friend
down the street, shared her books with me...
and, i remember, when i was up one night, that the
HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES came on--matching the title of the book,
and i was so surprised to see it...
THAT was when i first learned that many books were made into movies...
i know, i know, was naive, took me a while to learn that, :))
say, i may try one night, to see that one about the hounds,...
not sure yet, but just might...
thanks for sharing, my friend still likes to read, too, to this day,
though, she does like movies, just as much... :)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 29, 2014 - 06:53am PT
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neebee I ws just thinking of you and must say did you see the 'dream catcher' over on Vegas climbers sky diving thread ?? go n have a look ha ha that prankster hankster....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2014 - 08:03am PT
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Extracting molars or taxes with a Swiss Army knife is a sign of desperation.
Lenfer des montagnards par Samivel.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2014 - 08:13am PT
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I posted this back a few pages, and neebee, I thought you were taking your computer to the shop, (?????)
[Click to View YouTube Video]It might get a few more hits in this format. Best climbing road trip I've seen in a while.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 29, 2014 - 06:21pm PT
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Rainy Day Wimmins Theirownselves
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 29, 2014 - 06:28pm PT
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Here' the SuperNatural Logo, still working on the slogan (oh yeah and the farm). Guess it's a case of needing some Farm Aid.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2014 - 07:07pm PT
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Surf's up, Yvon!http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2198591/Daredevil-photographers-brave-boiling-waters-capture-drama-searing-hot-lava-crashing-seas-Hawaii.html
Drivel, drizzle, and Lefty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvGbQ_rdtZA
And Wanda Jay, bro...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRPs6Srvovc
A selection for the esteemed Delhi Dog.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
For anybody who's climbed the Sathale Wall, enjoy.
Sous les toits de Paris (René Clair - 1930)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf4wUmBM6gk
I think it was on Sous le Toit Ledge that Ross and I bivouacked.
Or maybe it was on The Block.
It was a lousy place, legs dangling over the edge, slipping downwards, scooting back into place all night long.
But at least it stayed attached to the Big Stone.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Nama, sit. Stay."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Nov 29, 2014 - 07:44pm PT
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Thanks for posting that heads up mousie. I had come to think of lava as just another word for soap.
Remember that guy "Soapy Sails"?
Appropriate pause ...
Ha got ya. Dude never existed. Neither did puff Diddley for that matter. Just another group of made up stories by stoners like the one about how rich everybody got from some foul smelling lawn clippings. I bet not one of those guys even owned a mower.
The Brotherhood at least knew how to operate street sweepers, how to engineer a good jail-break getaway and incidentally how to make a huge amount of money.
Any idea how much a case of 46 oz. cans of hash oil with pineapple juice wrappers is worth. Multiply that by thousands.
And: For what's it's Worth
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2014 - 08:24pm PT
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Hey, Mary Christmas, FWIW.
I bought wine, you dolt! Not liquor.
So I get all wound up in wine.
And in blue, I'll admit.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast (Jersey)
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
Blue wine and red, red roses for days.
Yumpin' Yimmy Smith Trio/Daze of Wine & Roses
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpokHlYrprs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2014 - 09:36am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2014 - 09:38pm PT
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I'm sitting here wondering about neebee's new artwork video.
Why only on Facebook?
Why not here?
Why not in the Art Thread With Images?
Pray, tell, grandmother dear, why not post it on ST for those who "don't do Facebook?"
She's not only a painter, we all know that, right?...Right?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2014 - 10:38pm PT
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Amyjo, here you go!
And a real toughie, as a bonus.
Is this a dove or a pigeon, if it is either?
Happy holidays!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 30, 2014 - 11:06pm PT
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Flamenco.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Flame enco.
Tough old birds 'round here.--Walter Pigeon
He was a tumbler, tough, but Talked His Head Off.
Fabulous act he had.
Miles is a tough act to follow, but is he the best thing in town, baby?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 30, 2014 - 11:33pm PT
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hey there, say, mouse... wonderful birds, here...
love the crows, too... just don't like them in the yard eating up the 'little birds' bird food, but they are great fun to see them in the nearby larger trees, calling about, to each other...
say, was going to post the art video, later, i had to go to sleep, :O
had been up all night and most of the day...
:)
was also babysitting, at one point...
am slept up now, so am getting ready to share it...
it is only missing two paintings, and missing the one 'without stars' on the face--of peter brown... had a copy somewhere, but can't find it...
so it is three paintings short, :)
as to a true collection, :)
by the time i had the next ten, though, oh my, i will have to make it
into TWO video-shares...
also, really like the photos:
morning trees, in color...
and then, with the night silhouette...
also:
the crows almost look like they are on a pink-blossomed tree?
if not, well, that would look very nice, to see that in real life,
by just walking past... there is a really neat pink blossomed tree,
in the old neighborhood...
got to go paint now... :)
and sort out christmas cards, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Blame this on Tobia. :0)
Black Dog Threatens US Population
Health Officials Depressed Over Mass Attack by Black Dogs
The rival to The Scarlet Pimpernel, Green Pomegranate is a mild-mannered organic farmer most of the time.
(No other information is available for this lyric - would you like to add something today?)
Clocks & Spoons by John Prine.
Clocks and spoons and empty rooms, it's raining out tonight
What a way to end a day by turnin' out the light
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm sending most of me to sunny countryside
Runnin' through sky of blue, rollin' in the sun
Every day has a way of overflowing wine
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm keeping most of me in sunny countryside
Don't know how I did that now, wonder where it's gone
Must have spent the way I went waitin' for the dawn
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming, "Take me back to sunny countryside"
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming, "Take me back to sunny countryside"
Clocks and spoons and empty rooms, it's raining out tonight
--MetroLyrics
http://leannechesser.hubpages.com/hub/pomegranatesymbolism
Anyone want a little weed?
It feels almost wintry today.
John Priney Woodsy Words of Widsome
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cQbfFMiqfQ
Go away I'd feel much better if you'd gone
For you're the one who made me cry
Now let me cry alone
Just GTFOOH, jerk!"What's that man tryin' to say, Mamma?"
"Just keep dancin', kid."
[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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[Click to View YouTube Video]
OP/ED
FISHWRAP WRAP-UP RAP/RANT
Return-Path: bounce@supertoopoo.com [Can you hear me?]
Return-Receipt-To: bounce@supertoopoo.com [Can you hear me now?]
Errors-To: bounce@supertoopoo.com {Can you still hear me?]
Greetings from a Fellow SuperToopoo Member! [once]
This message has been sent from a fellow registered SuperToopoo non-climbing member to you, into you, and through you. [twice]
The message is: [Get to the point, already!]
I think this email problem is overstated.
Sent by: zBrown [A fellow non-climbing, but registered Supertoopoo member, of course]
If the world were made of carbon paper, what would happen if it were suddenly digitized?
I believe in reduncancy, myself, up to a point. Then it gets tedious and boring and trite and mundane.
The Scots have a tight way with words and so should we all.
Reading is the fish taco you give an ignorant savage.
Reading comprehension is a gift only understanding what you read overcomes. Dig?
Some need it said over and over and over again.
The Average overweight Joe from Kokomo sitting in front of the toob watching his bubes grow,
watered by ions from an electrified scream,
what's he gonna learn if it's not repeatedly repeated?
"I successfully passed through four years of watching commercials for SJV College.
I feel like I have a diploma.
And I didn't pay a dime!"--a recent TV critic, since fired from his job on the paper
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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html - hi tech monkey language
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1954729
a question has "arisen."
why does this duck's tail look like a flying pig?
which leads to this question, as all good questions seem to lead somewhere further down the skyway, namely,
"why does this beautiful flying object merit an epithet demeaning to the tough mutha rats?"
i libel it base norwegian slander, bias, and pooh-poohing.
and it will get us noplace faster than a valkyrie flapping back to valhalla or strawberry station.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Hey! Brian, Just stepping out of the Twilight Zone, just a tad little fog to clear but finally Boxer’s getting or waking people up.
Can you figure out what’s wrong with this picture?
Went in about three weeks ago, said look can we find a way so I, me can take one or two pills a day rather than the 180, 250 a month till they can figure out what’s going on with the right leg, Sure the nurse says “It will be shipped over night “UPS” [course it being a holiday [VD] and took ten days.
Anyway things are coming together finally two more tests, the last one by this time 28 days rolls around will tell if I have that PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP one as in parking a car.
“Payne, Payne, come back” no that’s not it that was that movie years ago. See what those medications will do to you.
When I see them next I will but a "X" where it says. F5ch them. It's a federal thing [idiots]. They want a fight, I am ready Fredy
As for this for pain, what pain?
DEA new policy to help the returning guys? It's first on your blood, urine test.
At lest I cen thinc beter know when I smocet a boul.
more news soon to follow, been a while.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Can I figure out what’s wrong with that picture?
No.
But I can name this tune in four notes.
[Click to View YouTube Video]With some help from Lost Shanghai Boys.
Blood test in the sky.
Pass it and urine like Flynn.
Cool shots of clouds resting on Clowns Rest in the Big Raw Cotton Candy Mountains.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"KRAMER!"
What does Michael Richards lack that seems to ooze like a spring from the base of St. Chris Rock?
Credibility for starters.
"Then toys, right, BadAss Santa?"
"No, Barbie. Boys!"
Lenna had a huge Barbie-doll collection, birthdays and Christmases for years worth.
Kid called up tonight. Sweet gal, days of wine & roses, and blah...blah...
But Kramer! I so looked up to you.
Is he a nazi looking for a soup to go standing in line for in a Port 'o Subs?
Is he ALL noise?
http://www.cracked.com/article_17105_the-6-most-insincere-apologies-all-time.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I get the same. I don't get it. It's time to pay off the BS Computer guy today. Well, his name's Kevin, he's not just some guy. Point is,
I'm browned off n gonna dalm cown and talk real slow and mellow.
I thought we got rid of this "ad-ware, sir."
Take it from there. See how it goes. Test the waters. Intimate that my nasal egesta is pointed in his general direction."I'm Snot, a robot."--Snot the robot
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Every picture tells a story or does it? John is gone, due to cancer.
Surfers just wanna have fun.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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At least you should about the pipe: as for the stuff in the bag just basil or thyme.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I dumped it on Elcap pirate where I began a in memory to MyFrNDS in cosmic ws jk off ohwell hey 'twas fun muy ous
day ago I red a warning from the point achieved, I must have been high, it was a missive from you, (free of the Poe out and no pursed lips neither No need to tell me A gee)a very good man.
on YA sir for yo to
the post was a bump from that way back past
light, it was -- of deeper days when worthy thought was more often than not, the rule here
true dat?
We are all just fence posts here
as I said a fence post hearing is
ridiculous
here a fence post asks for a turtle hat
Chapaux?
the screeching noise can not be good!
pass the hat
as when I start
the squeale comes back
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCan not open word so
sounds so fun and ex rated
but it is not from sites like
that ... that
killed the artists machine.
a overload of it's memory
I'm told pictures sounds
(sound) Chang Chang or dhon don do don-- Beethoven's 9th
can take up a lot of memory.....
a picture a day try seven to seventy
and away goes hard drive down the drain
rotor -rooter and away go troubles down the drain...
see that funny paper in the box for the floor of the cage?
it is bright and light and a shame to waste
so trade some time for an empty dell!?
Microsoft not my choice but the empty for almost free?
what does a hard drive and full set up cost?
soft ware package and anti-virus?
this is for a new post
head shot
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Worthy thought for the day:
"I'm sure he's gonna go for the left drivel fake. He's all mine."
Just don't double-drivel, James.
"Getting off the snide"
A worthy practice.
It makes sense to be mellow.
Smoke weed every day.
I've found, as has GOTD, that off-the-wall piratical practices permit pre-discussion per back-passage PM-ing,
puffing on a pipe of Purple,
and elimination of certain prejudices.
"I got the munchies so bad I ate that old cheese in the reefer.
I liked the flavor even more than before."
It's a rich source of content with some fiber, back-channeling is,
if only one can sift through enough chaffing and read between the lines and even the letters of a gnome-gram;
and it promotes irregularity, a key to successful Flamery.
I'd post the Marty Robbins video, Gnome, except for excessive boob dementia hereabouts.
http://player.vimeo.com/video/6779174?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&autoplay=1
[Click to View YouTube Video]
In every other song that I've heard lately
Some fellow gets shot
And his baby and his best friend both die with him
As likely as not
In half of the other songs
Some Cat's crying or ready to die
We've lost most of our happy people
And I'm wondering why
In every other thread that I’ve read lately
Some fellow gets shot
Or his baby who’s his best friend up and leaves him
As likely as not
In half of the other threads
Some one’s cryin’ Hey yer gunna die
We’ve lost some of our happy outlook
And I sure don’t know why
Let’s talk about climbing
Let’s talk about jamming
Let’s talk about the whippin’
And fallin’ and cleanin’
And the lovely, lovely movin’
Let’s forget about butt-hurtin’ and the lyin’
And the shooting and the dying
And the cops with a beefed-up tank
Let’s talk road-tripping
Let’s not get all mad
We lost old Marty's Robbins
Down in Lovers Leap a little while back
And now some n00b's shoes are left or one of them
Everyone's wearing Da Brim
But Werner's wit has gone downhill
And I feel like i might could die
If I don't keep a-tryin' to fix my hernia
Moose will be the only one you can buy
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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qyouth the raven ....
and then
slowly
I
turn ?? Wha'izz at flay that you say what?.
a safe harbor
ha
not
but nor a catfish huh?(fish taco? bust a thought) no boobies to ad it is the 'mercan joke (eurodawg)Puritanism run umucka...
word was that other than tit city or authentic words that were my clue to judge
and I
respect
and dread that silence
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Anastasia
climber
Home
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Bump... Rising above the spammer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Spam, wonderful Spam, rises above the savory slice of bacon or the pile of yummy pulled pork just as Lower Watkins Pinnacle rises above Mt. Watkins itself. In the same way as a single M&M candy matches up with a full Hershey Bar. It tries. And you try to dress it up as drivel, but it's doomed to failure, because in the end, everyone IS a critic, and some don't like bacon, but nobody really likes Spam, and everyone likes pulled pork.
Pulled pork is no longer trending, however. It's chipotle or nothing for today's market.
Leading to:
Chipotle Chimney
Chipocolocotle Corner
Chipotle and Chips
Chipotle Snack Crack
"Punning is basically the humor of eight-year-old boys."--the good humor pundit
Rising above the Golden Gate, the spam unites the North and the South bay.
It carries the slaves to work and brings them home again to their barracoons in Mill Valley, Ross, and Kentfield.
The spamming of the Golden Gate was an idea whose time had come long since;
and, just as emancipation of the black slaves by Lincoln helped make this country great,
the deliverance of Marin commute slaves from dependence on fairies by the engineering brilliance of Morrow and Strauss [and Ellis, but that's a long story]
helped make the San Francisco Bay Area what it is today,
the home of the World Champion Giants baseball team!
Carrying the theme eastward, over the Sierra Nevada, we see Mound House, NV, and can't help but compare it to Spam, as well.
Spam is a "crossover product," much like the humble Clif Bar--they put all kinds of stuff in there and gourmets avoid it like it was off-brand catsup.The toll for trolls is nothing. They disdain the roadway above and seem to thrive instead in the cold and shadows underneath. It's damp and they smell funny, but Chongo is good entertainment, so it's livable.
And it's free, unlike camping in a NP.
It's an adventure as well, in some frames of reference.
[Comparisons of Camp 4 and the undersides of bridges are not invited, as it is borderline un-PC.]
The multitude of Bear Creek spams in Merced are shown here.^^^
Among them, two rail bridges.
The BNSF's rail line spam is obvious, but the spur line's spam is hardly visible behind the concrete spams of north- and south-bound 16th St., old 99.
Off in the distance is the spam of Freeway 99 over the creek.
And there are various spams of cable strung throughout, which the birds apparently appreciate.
We have yet to see what the high-speed rail spam will be like, or if it will use it's speed to jump this relative puddle.
Compare the various spams all you like to the Golden Gate.
Or to the Bay Bridge...er, Spam.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Richard Joly is gone too.
Last time I checked WindAnSea was still there.
All stock photos? or did zorroBrown actually take them. I doubt it. Dude never had a camera, let alone mower or sweeper. Was Tim Leary ever free or was that just the price?
Got mashed potatoes, ain't got no T-bone.
-themarvelettes
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm taking in your slack, Dingus. :0)
Marxwell (formerly, Occident) is a census-designated place and farm community in Colusa County, California. It lies at an elevation of 92 feet (28 m).
Located off Interstate 5, it is home to Marxwell High School.
The main crop grown is rice, though a variety of others such as grapes, almonds, squash, ennui, and sunflowers are grown as well.
One of the largest businesses in the vicinity is the Crushing Boredom Cooperative Mill and the main avocation is bird watching.
Its zip code is 95955, which adds up to 33 in comparison to other locations in the same county, using the Zip Code Test
which scored an average of 30.
Marxwell's area code is 530, the same as Chico's, which yields 8. Not very high Marx. I'm not convinced area code sums are a valid point of comparison between communities or people.
Marxwell's population was 1,103 at the 2010 census.
How many were actually breathing, however, is the interesting question.
To kindred spirits!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Almost two inches of rain in the storm that passed through and I am happy to report, no leaks.
Mt Lukens was formerly Sister Ellie Mtn. and Lukens was an interesting fellow. Will try to fill you all in later, but I'm trying to track down who Sister Ellie was first.
Muriatic acid is the best pipe cleaner, though, some claim it starts a chemical process which cannot be reversed. I seriously doubt this contention.
What purpose do those drain cleanouts outside the house serve. As far as I can tell, none, even if you are able to get them open somehow.
This old hosue is filled with sin, it will swallow you in.
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A hearty TFPU to you, Dingus, and to U2, TimidToprope.
Youtube missile sites were aimed at Lodoga, Stonyford, Bear Valley and Elk Creek, I found in an old episode of California's Gold.
HH was in Paskenta, once, but very, very briefly--he sneezed and missed it.
Quoting Wikipedia.
Paskenta is a census-designated place (CDP) in Tehama County, California. Paskenta is said to be an Indian term for "under the bank".
Historically, it had greater local importance due to the presence of an active lumber mill.
The ZIP Code is 96074, for a low total not worth mentioning.
The community is inside area code 530.
Paskenta sits at an elevation of 725 feet (221 m).
The 2010 United States census reported Paskenta's population was 112.
Within Paskenta, there is a store for gas and food also called "Paskenta". It is newly reconstructed.
I have a cousin, Sheila, who lives in Tehama Co., in the dinky burg of Igo.
I haven't seen Sheila since we were children.
They live on the Ono side of town, off of Platina Rd.
I went to Wikipedia again to look up Igo. I go there often.
Igo is an unincorporated community with 625 residents 9 miles west of Redding, CA. Its ZIP Code is 96047. Wired Telephone numbers follow the pattern 530-396-xxxx. It has a neighboring town of Ono 4.0 miles west. It is also home to the Northern California Veterans Cemetery,[1] dedicated in December 2005. It has a post office, elementary school, general store, and a restaurant/beer & wine bar/banquet hall - The Igo Inn. It is also home to Brigadoon Castle Bed and Breakfast, but it is now a private residence.
There are several explanations how the community received its name.
Me,
I'm thinking of an itinerant grammar school teacher and poet/songwriter,
a-movin' through the area code,
teachin' the kids about not usin' apostrophes in their writin', but in a song, it's Otay (and we've been there),
but without a trace of the Norman Clyde gene,
a one who carries his library in a gunny sack
with a pan turned on his head for a hat.
He's not one of the guys, puma-hunting all over the Yolla Bolly.
And he's not some bar-fly sitting on the rim of the Valley
watchin' the little DMTs and TTs, LOL,
lookin' like mini-Huells (" I got dual Huells mounted on that truck in Marxwell."),
GPS-ing but not relying on 'em,
instinct tellin' 'em where to go,
and with a good map on the bench of the pick-em-up, like.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ono,_California
This is Fresno County back in the day, back in the first decade of the century.
Plus ca change...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Smelly Ranch, Yougo, Hewent, Letswent, Jumpbail, Earlymay, Gas Point, Slow Death.
Igo has frequently been noted on lists of unusual place names.
"Ninety-five percent!"
Wrigley owned 100% of Catalina Island, I found by watching California's Gold.
There was the interview with Nick Fiore on Glacier Point, too.
[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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Found this in my email from Pinterest today.
BooDawg's still hard at work, even in the snow.
Beauty of a shot, Ken.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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December six is the feast day of St. Nicholas.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Nicholas
It's the day before Pearl Harbor Day.
It's two days from the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
It's the first Saturday in December, time for the Christmas Parade. I passed on the first half...
Santa Claus seems to have made a good recovery from his recent debauch,
as seen on the FNPWD thread last week just before the goods were due to be shipped.
He was driven to drink but quick as a wink Santa's back in the pink.
And with an official driver to watch him and the candy girl trailing just behind
the fine antique fire suppression vehicle
throwing out Jolly Ranchers.
And there were bands and cheerleaders
and 4-H
and Christian denominations and bikers
and floats and kids all over
and the Mexican riders and the Roller Gals
...and no rain.And Santa elft and that was that.
So Merry Christmas and a bottle of rum.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Shit!! Dude.
Nothing ain't worth nothing, but free advertising is heaven-sent.
-Mary Worth said that
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rather glaring and blatant attempts at mediocre chains' ads fail to fool
above all "the man who sees behind," zBrown.
You win fries and a soft drink.
A JP christmas song for all.[Click to View YouTube Video]
A Christmas Card for neebee
God bless. You are the angel on the Taco Tree.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I sure miss my Bevin this time of year. *sniff*
She's doing well and doing good work with the folks back in Brooklyn.
Her partner is free of breast cancer at last. But, alas, her Shes Two dog Macy is practicing for a doggie surfing exhibition in combination with hydrotherapy. There are strong hints that her sponsor, Noe's Surf and Pet Store, might be going under due to a lawsuit involving one of their boards and a canine. Bevin's representing the owners. She was not at liberty to say more.
She sent this advice as a private party.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Igo is a short form of the name of the third liturgy from.psams ofthe meaning of nothing in the following of rag-tag religious order of street dwelling clean up crews of the highest order.
oh man is it cold outside before the sun comes darkest and coldest before Dawn no just
Just in case a advert is not preceded by AN
I have been playing and reading slow with no desktop and having to share a tablet between four
Big mike has a shot of you that I cherish can I repost I ask
permission to go ashore looking for R Shore trip reports
Vitally tag and rag gigging gigging gone
the very slow start to a long (no very)day.
also
a song.
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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zb, lending a hand here, can't say i can i.d. Sister Ellie; but those clogged pipes may help you:
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits
In their green mohair suits
So please show your I. D. At the door
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Still open - just who Ellie was.
When does a molehill become a mountain? At one time in the U.S. and U.K. a hill became a mountain when it reached 1000 feet.
I don't know about this definition currently. MFM will most likely know since he knows most everything, that I don't.
Throw in the answer to how fast a mountain grows and you'll get some fries with that fish taco.
Tobia: I think we may have the making of a song. I'll work on the trademark and/or copyright. We could become the best American Band now that Blue Cheer has retired. You were born in the U.S.A, right?
If I may be so bold, I've taken to bolding things, so that it makes my posts easier to skip over. I hardly even read 'em anymore.
Just like the old "shit!! or go blind dilemma" should this go to Flames or Hats?
EDIT:
It usually is better if you know what you're looking for.
Previously, the mountain was known as Sister Elsie Peak. It has been said that she was a Catholic nun who died while caring for the sick during a smallpox epidemic.
If you have the current Angeles National Forest map, you might notice the words Sister Elsie next to the peak. Before the peak was renamed for Lukens, Sister Elsie Peak honored a beloved Roman Catholic nun, who was in charge of an orphanage for Indian children located in the La Crescenta area.
Some folks plainly don't know how to do research
In the ’20s Lukens was honored with a peak of his own, a 5,000-foot mountain standing high above the Crescenta Valley, whose previous name of Sister Elsie Peak was nebulous (no one knows who Sister Elsie was). The naming of this peak after a man who was deemed “the father of modern forestry” carries great irony. The heavily forested slopes of Mount Lukens had been clear-cut in the late 1800s and have never grown back. But the future of Mount Lukens is being shaped in a way Theodore Lukens himself would approve of. Volunteers have planted hundreds of trees – native big-cone Douglas firs and oaks – snaking up Dunsmore Canyon in Deukmejian Wilderness Park on the slopes below Lukens’ peak. Lukens’ challenge of reforestation is being met today, right here in the Crescenta Valley
Well except me and anyone who read this thread. Clearly too, the habitues of the San Gabriel mountains were not clean-cut. Clear-cut you say, that's different.
don't gimme no shit! shit@ shits shitz sh#t
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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The vid is narrow, but worth watching.
The cow did not actually jump over Cerro Torre, but it is a very nice cow and little girl and mom.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Was looking through some old stuff for anything to sell on eBay.
Came across a receipt from the El Portal Market - perfectly preserved.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2014 - 04:29am PT
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As stated above, if one has a lot to say...
And I didn't have any reason to post here, so I haven't in several days,
which is unusual, but I needed a sabbatical, a short "sit-back-and-think-a-little."
I've been noticing how this place operates,
mainly how threads generate new threads, better than half of them silly spoofs.
They are funny, but of limited lifespans.
They take up room on the front page.
They are annoying to many.
I could care less that they show up.
Some of you cats actually do make a satirical point by sending up a thread.
(The kitties simply don't seem to be "in that vein"--huh!)
Then there are the copy-cats and the copy-copy cats.
Cats...copy-cats...copies of copy-cats...
It's no wonder the little divinities have a reputation for living nine times.
A thread is not a cat's life, however ironic this may seem.
I don't know a better way to knock the wind out of a guy posting a thread in earnest
than for his thread to go to the dogs by way of copy-cat threads.
Like a ball of string un-rolling,
Pop-up threads are trolling.
Though one is disapproving
Those threads keep on a-moving.
Though some dude has really tried,
His thread's just up and died.
The trolls would really rather
Post their vain and windy blather
Preventing folks who gather
Seeking to decide...
Rawhide?
Or, maybe...
vvv "It's down here somewhere."--benighted climber vvv
Nauga-Hide!!!!
Put crudely, "fake sh!t" is still sh!t.
We need a litter box here on the forum?
Wisdom is a biotch without a receipt book.
One can't prove one is wise except by exercising it,
and that means, many times, that nothing is the right thing to say.
I'm a wise-ass and I should know,
but lately I'm beginning to see the value in silence.
If the title of a song fits, but if the lyrics don't go where you want them to go, exactly...[Click to View YouTube Video]POST IT ANYWAY!
Someone may get something good from it,
and besides that, music serves to help bring us together. Quien sabe?
Have a nice day and remember those chains and watch for sleepy bears on the road speeding...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 12, 2014 - 08:48am PT
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Well, hello darkness, my old friend.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2014 - 10:24am PT
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Julie and Rex/The Rain In Spain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1scR7kqLaSE
"Be-e-e-etter bring a poncho."
--Jacopo Peterman's experienced advice to Elaine
"Shanghai Sally."
"Yam-yam."
From the Jacopo Catalog Files, by eBrown, containing a chapter on clothing designs which never flew...a rain poncho, ONLY fifty dollars.
"A flair for the dramatic and a flair for staying dry,
thus keeping the drama to a minimum, is impressive in a seasoned traveler.
This tropics-inspired number cleverly conceals the water-weary wearer in the same natural colors as that of the young banana branch shoot.
With a brightly-colored lining and a weirdly realistic cammo exterior to conceal it and you from both the rain and other prying eyes,
you'll be no one's envy, because no one will notice you.
It's the choice of the CIA, the LSEDFS, and the former KGB.
Spy vs. Spy, I Spy, and BAT technology are two of the driving forces behind much of our clothing line.
That's one-third of a fib, making it barely a white lie.
But remember this limited-time (say in about two years we may not offer this reduction, okay?) bonus offer on this item only, the Banana Democracy Rainy Days and Rainy Nights All-Weather Cammo Poncho.
If you, our catalog customer, guesses which two of the three are authentic inspirations here at J Peterman, we will deduct ten percent from your purchase. Just include a note indicating which two of the Mad Magazine strip, the TV spy drama, or the paragon of climbing technology are faithfully studied here in our design department.
One size for large bipeds, one for medium bipeds, and one for the "little monkeys."
"White Lotus."
Not to be confused with "Mexican Brown."
Or the ubiquitous Brown Trout, seemingly a world traveler, but an introduced sport fish in many-many places.Beefheart-believers, have you heard of something called the Trout Mask Replica Copy-Cat album by the Place Invaders? It might liven things up, be nice, and interesting, too, if it's actually around. I've never heard of it and con't find any record or recording of it.
Maybe Professor Do-Nothing knows something about something for a change. I should go ask him when I quit lounging around and dreaming up stuff.
I wished upon a starfish
But stepped upon a stone fish.
Then a jack crab began to fiddle a tune
And a jack mackerel sang it:
"The Spanish Main is plainly filled with pa-a-ain..."
Excepting the stone fish is not native to the Caribbean-er Sea, the Gulf of Mexico, or the Spanish Main.
Plus, too, there was only one Jack Crabbe of ANY importance. (He was a big man.)
What's in your horoscope? Crustaceans? What's your sign? "Turn left at the next right?"
What's YOUR theme to musically describe YOUR lives?
This comes pretty close to what I'd like to say about mine,
were I composed enough to learn music, etc.[Click to View YouTube Video]"Grandfather, what is for dinner?"
"It makes my heart soar like the hawk to hear you say that.
You are my true son, a real human bean, and I thank the Great Spirit for makin' you one.
Oh, and we are eating left-over crow, I'm afraid. Let me tell you about my newest wife, She Cuts Balls..."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 14, 2014 - 05:54am PT
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For what ever reason the Feat videos that i choose can only be seen over there[Click to View YouTube Video] soo go see more Feat or judged better by some
...[Click to View YouTube Video].. if i where a cliche'
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Richard Brautigan!,,
is that it ....
oh you crumbly joe or jack booted smurf
I am just a jerk
twitching as I tapp finding fun in the base and summit of lifeless tap atapp tapping.
my world was tuned to the music of Merced all ast morrow
last pass when I can get past the image; that throng, that is painter, puller, plasterer and the one.
that is all
all right?
going to dig out
Trout fishing in America ....
Now!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 14, 2014 - 07:18am PT
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try[Click to View YouTube Video] and just so that some canbe heard as a back drop in case you can not link to youtube for why?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It is a wonder full life as the ragged remains of a soaked and rotted cardboard box can hold on till this owner comes to collect....
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. is stuck to the sides of said box
Trout Fishing... is here in my hand.
a random selection before i am sent off from this box...
Page 39 three quaters down the page to keep it random 'kay?
"You're all guilty, aren't you?"he said " "Is there one of you that isn't guilty?" "If there is speak up now."
We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.
Suddenly I could hear his God-damn eye blinking.
It was very much like the sound of an insect laying the 1,000,000th egg of our disaster.
So what have we learned??
that my adverbs come from some where and could be /should sent packing into the rotted no more than paper box.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 14, 2014 - 07:33am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
What a year of suicides!!
stay high man just weather the blow
oh no I opened up that can yes , yes i did
what the ducky got to say he seems to put the dot on the eye when needed
as this is pud lick i will say that the sober group needs ...
a shot or
a kick to the head
to many did learn yo to drink but not to say When...
buck up thru the holidays
Namtse?
Make it through to my collation, born of cusps and incubation ...
tradgedy was that I lived up to the warrior name and came home like homer of iliad fame.
To Late
[Click to View YouTube Video] A sort of corporate suicide the Kodak pack up Rochester and go to Mars Same as Sam Stone, oh no wait it was....
Linda! Who Goes To Mars...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 14, 2014 - 07:53am PT
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Although it is Canadian, I use this to control those gBrown spots. Better and safer than fungicides or manure.
Controlling the God's eye or the Brown eye, that's different.
[use your image-anation]
Ojo de Dios hasta mañana
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 14, 2014 - 08:01am PT
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This was supposed to be Popsicle Toes maybe if we all wait ... like for Ms M Muldour?[Click to View YouTube Video].....
I eat white bread called Canadian white ((low in humane phked with wheat flour)) or so the good wife says.
staying confused and away from this hurts my head so I pop back over to have a look
no still not the Dr of frye my mind on who this largo kid is ?
A long scroll back has brought me to this ... a Lockerism ... is God Lee? or is she a deadhead?
My initials spell what? that is just co inky dink
Today twenty years ago I pretended to be the rock klimber Jon Long.
"The real sheet is he,boys", we all always thought . What is ... mined is not simple to find!
that is why one digs for it or strips away the surface to find the value in other wise Terra Firma!
As the plan took shape, fake id and a cape. The super hero dealer down the street sold me two cheap.
We had an illegal objective.
The edge of the world, off across the river, from the west coast of the megalopolis ...
The Pallisades
the plan if cornered and seeing no escape?? Claim we were Neddy and Largo on assignment for a climbing rag ...
Urban Climber my ass I was the first... well the boys in Bean town."....
((Larry LaForge & some guy in a white fishermans hat, hot Henry or some thing like that))
in Boston were older and came before me.
I have fifteen to twenty first ascents on the banned, band of cliffs on the banks of the Hudson.
If there is just one I will not find him here but I did see God on the walls over the Hudson.
01234 May move from here 3 2 1 go iNG to move this next door thnx for the space!
dig it We, my wife and I have to play ''Lectrcian". because when I add the Electric it all goes
dark ....
maybe plumbing and plugging things in should be separate acts of desperation.
what's that box humming about ?
Never mind it is just a box on the wall in the basement!
Very Bad Advice, no shoot !
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 14, 2014 - 10:05am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video] Now please see the date that this was played ...Thirty Three Years Ago, two days from now ....wow this version good but Not the 13 minute version from '73 [Click to View YouTube Video]sultry no?[Click to View YouTube Video]now is that sick in a good way? or a bad way? Heavenly Valley? [Click to View YouTube Video]now that you know it when you see it. . . Heavenly Valley? go swoosh !!!. . .?Nice!
although his antics make Drake? a bit of a cold cup of A
Flat under da bridge beer
That sat from last 12 o'clock till now.
But those videos are from The golden years of the NBA
All the Bulls and Jordan ,his airiness
but wazz its Collin scottadvert?With talking B0MB from his fa site geetowtahaeere!!not check knott checkeslovakkian spell Chekove. [Click to View YouTube Video]then there is some thing for to spark more flames[Click to View YouTube Video] oh and still more of her doing my favorite
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2014 - 01:27pm PT
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Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
We image-made humans are the tear in God's eye.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
We some of us may imagine ourselves to be image-made.
What the truth may be is best left up to the imagination.
Otherwise we might could be gods ourselves, but there is only one Boss.
Ask Bruce. Or you could have asked Frank, once upon a time. Or even the Teflon Don, Mister Gotti, if you could get near enough.
But Frank and Gotti and Sammy the Other Bull are with the angels, so to speak.
If God is the Boss of Us, who is the Underboss of Us?
[I'm pondering that for a bit here, making some coffee, and watching the clouds roll by for a few.]
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
He is snared by his own bowlines and goes down to a young buck.
He's eaten and then shat forth into black oak mast in the next life, level, or plane.
"Take that, you wascal."
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
If life is to be an adventure, then we need to learn to accommodate trepidation.
"Life or death after death?"
The forest of questions put by theologians are merely the leaves shed from the tree of our lives.
Ask Mother Nature...
whose given name-name is Merlyn, by the bye...
for she is earth-magic mated with Sky Father...
an awesome idea whose time will always be here and now.
Their progeny comes from their shared abode in the oceans.
They winter in Patagonia, but in a different local than Jim and Angela.
Look for snowbirds and repeat the bowline mantra.
Practice.
Practice.
Practice.
Perfection is not possible when you are lazy.
zBrown, as is obvious to the most casual observer, is not lazy.
He will never be over-jumped by quick live foxes searching for rabbits.
Gnome, as is obvious to the deep reader, is not lazy.
He will never be over-hauled by a Nation-carrying robot with an axe to grind with boozers,
tin-canning his way down a piss-yellow road like a slo-mo version of Forrest Gump chasing after a cask of hooch to brooch.
Run, Rabbi, run.
Run, Rabbi, run.
Run, Rabbi, run.
Run, Rabbi, run.
I look forward in eager ranticipation and hope that I may spend eternity raking and burning the leaves.
F*#k that wood-cutting business.
That's a beer-drinker's excuse for consuming an after-work and pre-breakfast six-pack.
It works for a time, but he is really only repeating a mantra of ancient usage.
Tick-pop. Run, Rabbi, run. Into the hole. Out the other hole and around that Black oak, that Incense cedar, that Ponerosa pine.
You know that would mean Yosemite to my mind.
That would be my heavenly valley.
Can dig being a digger.
I'm pining for it.
I'm maybe going to become a large woody object after I die, so it might as well be a rare species.
Anything but a gingko or a tree of heaven or a dogberry bush or a poison oak vine.
In vain do we seek streets of gold, when oak mast is much nicer under bare feet
while strolln' forth in less-than-underwear.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"How many stories are there in the naked forest, Forrest?"
"My momma always told me, 'The woods are like a box of chocolates.' I don't know whatinell she meant by that."
"Nah, jujubees. We are cheap substitutes for really good candy."
"Are you enjoying my Black oak party?"
"So far. Look at Lieutenant GOTD. Is that a lampshade or a jug of wine on his head?"
"Don Carlos used to tell me, "'Life is like a crate of mixed wines from Trader Joe's."
"Casteneda is not Walt Whitman. He's got ten god's eyes in his office, the sleaze. I heard that he loved to impress by drinking Old Crow. He got addicted to the hooch. He went into recovery. He came out of recovery. He went back into recovery. Repeat twice more. Then he faded into memory."
"Like Spiro T. Agnew."
"Was he a heavy drinker, Gump?"
"I shorely don't know, Mouse. I meant he faded away."
"Like a UFO, like?"
"Just like some old Brokedown Climber."
"I Roger that, but Rodger's not exactly fading. He's mellow like a vintage wine. He's getting brittle around the edges, kinda like a oak leaf in fall. I'm hoping he'll last a lot longer before the CosmicComic comes with his chainsaw."
"I thought he used a double-bit axe."
"That was before the population explosion. Now he's using a Husky."
"Where do you get this malarkey, Mouse?"
"It comes out of a hole in the sky, maybe. Or it might could be the dirty bath water from the heavenly Camp 4's free showers draining out. Quien sabe, Amigo? Para siempre."
"Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Or "we" could just fade away...to what?
Paint It Black, Darkness, my old friend.
Interestingly (adverb: "of Interest.")
Interested? Curious? They are a large enough size to have been the "angels" of the OT and the NT (but not the California Angels of the LA),
which is believed by some scientific, analytic, "tear-it-apratt-to-see-how-it-works" types.
Others go so far as to say angels are parked on the moon in a large Woden object. Go figuerrero that.
Stihl others flat deny their being angels at all. They are not titillated by rarities, oddities, or titties, even, and deny their existence????
GUD GOD ALMIGHTY these are the worst, the ones with neither curiosity nor imagination. I won't say pee on 'em, but just avoid 'em like the pox.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't call me "Angel" in the morning, and I won't call you "Baby."
And use a condum, pretty please.
Nayembi, a female western lowland gorilla, was recently reunited with her mother after she was separated to recover from an injury.
They live together at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago, IL.
Before the full reunion, the two were able to see and smell each other under the watchful eye of caregivers.
http://www.animalfactguide.com/tag/baby-gorillas/#sthash.DuB5GlmM.dpuf
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2014 - 02:39pm PT
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2,000 miles (33,080 m.) is four times better than the Kingston Trio managed.
Merry Christmas (Happy Holidays, Happy Festus, Merry Crustchove, or whatever PC-ism you like) once again.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Angels appeared on high.
They told John:
"Yours is to do or die.
Roots 'n berries, that's the stuff that makes older bodies better twelve different ways, John."
"Like Wonder Bread, jah?"
"Guffaw!
Seriously, drink lots of water, don't forget the water!
Be like Noah, kinda.
Stuff only works when there's water, John.
And consider yourself baptized by fire after you do these three things.
Lost Angel Chimney.
Sentinel the Guardian.
Tis-sa-ack who sheds tears for her angel."
"Who in da heck is dis Tessie Whack?"
Just get busy, John, or a hardman's a-gonna fall."
Angels fall.
Angel falls.
Fallen Leaf Lake.
Lakers.
Lake trout.
Brautigan! Or Bizzaro World Brautigan, perhaps?
(I'm playing the circle game here.)
Round and round and round and round
All while spinning upside down
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Did FRITZ ever meet RICHARD?
A poem named "The Decker Meadow Climbing Epic Disater" was not recorded, so it may not have been the case that they met back in the days of Strawberry Sugar.
weej might could tell u the story of strawberry sugar, if he can remember to imagine it.
but only if u want to, Chuck.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 14, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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I merrily rushed over for some of those taylor-made chips. Only to find the pretend kind. I did a turnabout.
Take the time to count the angels on that pinhead and call me in the morning. (or is mourning? mooring?)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2014 - 09:36am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Suggestions for Brautigan: ptarmigan, larrigan, cardigan, Oregon, braunite.
isn't it good, norwegian wood
isn't it alright, basque braunite
The Larry wore larrigans out into the desert.
His dog ate them.
I'm wearing a green knit cardigan
over a red Patagonia fleece pullover
on top of a dingy ivory-colored sleeveless sweater vest
without a Tee.
Feels like a hair shirt but it keeps my skin tingling.
Wall-mounted heating/AC unit failed to heat the place yesterday.
I have the oven up to 400 F and the door partway open
while a fan is blowing the hot air to the ceiling
where it bounces over into my corner of the room
where I have the desk.
Braunite (Mn2+Mn3+6[O8|SiO4]) has its uses, surely,
but I don't know of a single one offhand.
There are two types of braunite, the original formula,
and Braunite II, (Mn3+,Fe3+)14SiO24).
Go to Kalahari, South Africa, in search of it,
because that's where it is.
Like gold, that's where you'll find it.
Named for Wilhelm von Braun (1790–1872) of Gotha, Thuringia, Germany.
Stupid name.
Both Goth and Gaul have gone, both gone with the wind,
while the Celt lives on.
Do you know Fiona? Like I know Fiona...
I never said "boo" to Richard.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Raggle Taggle Gypsy
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door.
They came brave and boldly-o,
One sang high and the other sang low,
And the lady sang the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
It was upstairs downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o.
It was the cry all around the door,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.&
It was late that night that the lord came in,
Inquiring for his lady-o.
The servant girls they replied to him all,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh saddle for me, me milk white steed.
Me big horse is not speedy-o.
I will ride and I'll seek me bride,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh then he rode east and he rode west.
He rode north and south also,
But when he rode to the wide-open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o.
Why did you leave your house and your land?
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord?,
All fer the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o?
Yerra, what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o?
Yerra what do I care for my only wedded lord?
I'm away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Well it was there last night in a goose-feather bed
With blankets drawn so comely-o.
Tonight you'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of a Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Yerra, what do I care for a goose-feather bed?
With blankets drawn so comely-o.?
Tonight I'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of me Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh for you rode east when I rode west.
You rode high and I rode low.
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow Gypsy's lips
Than all of the captured money-o.
Trout fishing in Norway with MFM
(read by the Hamms, "in spite of themselves")
Randy: "Ptarmigan?"
Gypsy: "Oregon."
Randy: "Come again?"
Gypsy: "I meant to say oregano."
Randy: "Bless you."
Gypsy: "Cardigan?"
Randy: "Fleece."
Gypsy: "Felice."
Randy: "Money-O."
Gypsy: "Mono."
Randy: "Fishing."
Gypsy: "Flies."
Randy: "Chouinard."
Gypsy: "Everything's about climbing, isn't it?"
Randy: "Everything tastes better with chalk."
Gypsy: "You."
Randy: "Get."
Gypsy: "The."
Randy: "Very."
Gypsy: "Last."
Randy: "Word. I win."
Gypsy: "I get the consolation prize."
Randy: "Mosquitoes."
Gypsy: "Well, the fish aren't taking these mayflies, so try one."
Randy: "I have none."
Gypsy: "Let's go back to camp so we can collect our prize."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Flames presents:
Nothing left but ashes.
All fall down giggling.
All spring synthetic,
Then we go naked
When summer rolls around...[Click to View YouTube Video]They'll sift through the ashes then.
But the Gaul and the Goth are both long gone.
And the Celts live on in the [choose one: rainy, misty, foggy, drizzly] [choose another: past, future, now, nevermore].
And now yer a poet, too!
The next Drunk Poets' Society Session at Camp 4 on Boxing Day. BYOB.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 15, 2014 - 03:01pm PT
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Not half way through Still I will forget and lose focus
Some won told a story in a song,on a thread I think, The lyrics told the story of a whisky leak!?
About how a town was flooded when the ?Jim Beam? or some whisky plant blew up
What is this partial memory?.......Help?
Also trade secrets and how was that father land reference was it noticed that Locker Took A serious tone to the critique of the Jesus Wept video? I completely agree! the point was to high lite the striking image all the way from beging to the end of the video. the editing was a hack job! Sloppy Sinchopation as well.
Can you See Kate here? it was the thought that counts go !!, ...Go check them out ...
The beach boys, "California Girls" Linked to every picture of Marilyn Monroe was soo close to making the cut, ...... above !!, Go check them out ...
f
I
Will
be.......mfbck......To loud 'Slayer' Passing sun set the LEAP, me Bears ....climbed onsite?. check?
then that went BAd and Dano was pro volcanic nawameeny Vast hat with a hole, locals only KK&kalifornicators
be back
I hope on the desk top!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 15, 2014 - 03:57pm PT
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the years unrolled and we were all victims of the geography. Where you were when the sex drugs and rock and roll revolution rolled through determined the type, how hard, of drugs were available. The Late Sixties ignited a decade of drug excess that led to the hard times of the next twenty years.
The death of GOTH??
If you looked, found in the answer might be the matureing of juvinals to junkies.
So many fell to the trident of addiction that was the underlying cause?? of the need not to fit in ala , Rebelios angst, the Punk, Goth, and Hard Core. once piercing represented,
but not as much any more.
Random Piercing ?
O . ?
The movement that was going around at the end of the century was Straight Edge ...
The children of junkies themselves.
The homeless population
by default is the new Goth.
Sad, Very hard to see... Sad...
but for the grace of God
there go I . . . .you and thee
@75+.)@"5;12 D
By way of the Celtic reference The Druid force is an evedently popular post apocalyptic framework on to which the crop of teen fantasy writers hang their wears (scripts).
The Hunger Games...
[Click to View YouTube Video]http://www.pbs.org/weta/thewest/resources/archives/eight/sbarrest.htm[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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Dec 15, 2014 - 05:48pm PT
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I checked it out.
This it, Gnome? The Ayr River, Scotland.
There’s literally a river full of whiskey in Scotland
7,000 bottles worth to be precise.
Jan 24 11:02 AM
SCOTLAND IS KNOWN for its fine malt whiskey but did you know there was a whole river full of the stuff?
A whole river of liquid gold, just flowing freely through the Scottish countryside.
Imagine that?
Of course it’s not natural. The River Ayr – which generally consists of water – became laced with the spirit thanks to a bit of a costly accident at a local bottling plant.
STV News reports that Glen Catrine Bonded Warehouse Limited managed to pump around 5,000 litres of ‘whisky’ (they drop the ‘e’ outside Ireland) into the river when accidentally transferring 27,500 litres of the stuff from a road tanker into the wrong vat.
The error landed the company in a spot of hot water with the Scottish Environmental Protection Agency, who took them to court for failing to have sufficient measures in place to avoid such an incident.
Where’s Father Jack when you need him, eh? He’d have sorted that out in no time.
Source: DailyEdge
The Scotsman says the company was fined £12,000 for allowing the equivalent of 7,140 bottles of 67 per cent strength whiskey spirit to make its way into the water.
It’s unclear whether or not the spillage had any effect on local wildlife, but there’s plenty of speculation about the fate of the river’s fish online.
http://www.dailyedge.ie/whisky-river-scotland-1280151-Jan2014/
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 16, 2014 - 03:21am PT
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plastic Ono band Better and worse at the same time?
I am a water filtering faith full.
If added, Braunite to Danburite,
CaB2(SiO4)2 + (Mn2+Mn3+6[O8|SiO4]) +H~~ %??
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danburite
and more http://www.healingcrystals.com/Danburite_Articles_113.html
the resulting Vibration filtration and
release of heat and substraite
Would be a toxic mix.
Grapefruit and Lipitor
A Capital no no
LIPITOR
My excuse for the brain fart; zzz(some loss of retention but not like this)
your story of the whisky leak is a modern twin to the one that i am thinking of!
some thing about the bad younge men Haveing to be saved and such hilarity ensures
At some point the preacher is found drunk, floating in a tippy church pew ....
the dam broke....
nothing is coming back and this was read by me in the last six months! Zome vhere zer wveill be my mind??
The town was here in the south....... like a Prine song ....damn Lipitor
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2014 - 10:08am PT
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God morning, eye say.
It's been great weather for making picturation
And it's great at my age to be making micturation
I'm not a diving duck drinking distillations
I'm just a little stoned from my inhalations
I visited the dawn away with the crows, the pig-birds and hawkie
All I could do was to hear the flock's squawky-talkie
I cannot be sure but their topic might've been aboot hockey
So let's see yesterday's storm as it hit the Sierra Nevada in the Clark Range.
But first, a word for my ideel person,
unique in all the world,
just like Tis-sa-ack, Dingus Milktoast:
Dingus, I'm glad you responded to my bridge prod/ploy.
Merry holidays and happy family gatherings to you.
You are a lucky man, compared to many, except maybe Mick Jagger.
(Last night I viewed Gimme Shelter, the docu-concert-movie by the Maysle brothers, see, is where that's from. I forgot how good the footage was.)
Anyway,
It takes a lick of luck and a lot of pluck
to make a satisfactory life.
I'm glad you elected California as your home.
On with the Pig-bird Crowshaw show...and as Mick sang,
Who wants yesterday's clouds?
Who wants yesterday's girls?
Get offa my cloud and my stupid girl.
Monday morning & afternoon.
Tuesday a.m. dawn-breaker (last of NY Sour Diesel) was followed by making these.Time for a mouse-nap. the Rev may come by, as he's visiting Betty, his mom, who had a fall. He's doing his bit to help around the place.
Later, friends.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 16, 2014 - 10:41am PT
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lsmft, mfm
why do you not ask DMT if you can borrow his helicopter?
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wilbeer
Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
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Dec 16, 2014 - 11:28am PT
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Glad you enjoyed,as were my friends at Cornell.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2014 - 01:26pm PT
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Damn, Sam.
"Menacing clowns" in Wasco could be oxymoronico in Mexico or Dandy Eggo.
What's next--"Laughing gas."
The gigolos and the clowns all do tricks but they look menacingly when
You never turn around to see the frowns on the gigolos and the clowns
When they all come down and turn tricks for you
You never understand that it ain't so grand
[And that you have the responsibility for your own edutainment]
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Mime me a meme. Try doing it with one hand just for practice.
But you must not use the middle finger--because it's trite, hackneyed, over-used in everyday communication.
And neebee does not approve of it. But I've been a good boy this year.
Big "Badfinger" Mike was the last image of one of these "salutes" that I posted.
Meldown: you have lost communication with Spock.
Nonversation: conversation that seems meaningless or pointless.
Netiquette: blend of 'network' and 'etiquette'.
A set of rules governing commonly accepted appropriate behavior or courtesy
while on the internet.
The absence of physical presence resulted in a distinct idea of 'appropriate behavior' among netizens.
I've been bored all morning long today and feel like just clowning around; but I'm smiling, not menacing.
The weather's fine, almost smiling,
but the clouds are beginning to look menacing,
or a new pack of them, at least.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"No one can see what the future will be..."--not even the weatherman.
Not even Mother Goose.
See MG & G strip number eight: http://www.grimmy.com/search-grimmy-archive-results.php
Laughing gas overcomes pack of clowning menaces.
Grim grins greet EMTs on arrival at scene.
and don't forget that the joker laughs at u--and he's winking eye-ronically, not menacingly.
(GOTD, it seems that I've run out of adverb privileges now this week already.)
Ha=ha=ha, hee=hee=hee, ho=ho=ho.
Hank Ketcham, Mr. Wilson, glad to meet you.
I'm looking for little Dennis Mitchell.
Mrs. MItchell pointed over here.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 17, 2014 - 02:42pm PT
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No baloney Tony,
that is some adverbial sheet
back always that preggars couple ?? I've seen that shot before?
and as since now that they have all been well tagged I have not exported a picture of you!My
Bad!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 17, 2014 - 03:39pm PT
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Don't we have enough words already, so that we don't have to have people inventing new ones?
What if the combination of them (not saying they have, but just a what if) resulted in one or more oxymorons?
I think it can safely assumed, but if not we can always argue over it, there are also enough morons in the world.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2014 - 04:16pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... :)
ahhh, being a good angel, is a good angle...
and say, i found something neat in the store...
so thus, a little reminder, is in the mail, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 05:16am PT
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The lost sketch. The last sketch. The lust sketch.
And the list sketch.[Click to View YouTube Video]
And the lists keep coming.
The angels could chant them to the deity for eons of time at a time.
Wings was the name of one of the restaurants at the Van Nuys Airtel; and the VN Airport. the other was called Amelia's. Bothe were owned in part by Jim Shirley's family.
That old air-poet is where parts of the film Casablanca were shot. There was a little grass shack out on the tarmac they called Rick's Place,
used for greeting the guests of the airtel (another made-up comboword) who taxied up to the fence and tied down nearby.
And it's all in Lost Angeles.
Draw up a list of cities in this country which are named for saints.
Or a list of places in the country whose **names end in "o." I made one for California alone some time ago. It began in and around San Diego and moved north to Oregon.
Hello to la chica de Chico--speaking of angels--and to TT, who can sing like the devil.
Wasco & Kokomo, named for the old clown
Moscow in Idontno
Sand Ysidro y San Yskidmo
Fresno & Camp Fo
St. Joe and Tahoe do not qualify.
San Francisco Luis Obispo de San Anselmo
Frisco and Dago are swabbie lingo.
Don't forget the Ghetto or the Grotto at Fisherman's wharf.
The Cental Valley valley cities of Fresno and Modesto and Sacramento
Igo and Uno
Please pardon my pecadillo and pass around the halo for pennies from heaven.
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Captain...or Skully
climber
in the oil patch...Fricken Bakken, that's where
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Dec 18, 2014 - 06:29am PT
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Have a safe journey. I'm headed the other way, to the Great Prairie.
WooHoo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 07:12am PT
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Would love a pot of JAVA FROM JAMAICA right now; or a pot of Major Dickason's blend from Peet's.
It's base is Jamaica Blue Mountain, but it's known to vary, so they sometimes use a substitute as long as the same flavor obtains.
There is a town called Blue Mountains in Ontario, Canada. It's on the Grey River. The Blue and the Grey.
There are the famous Blue Mountains near Sydney, Oz.
There is a Blue Mountain in Norcal.
Blue Mountain is a mountain in the Crystal Range, a subrange of the Sierra Nevada. It is west of Lake Tahoe on the western boundary of the Desolation Wilderness in El Dorado County, California. Wikipedia
Elevation: 8,773' (2,674 m)
Mountain range: Sierra Nevada, Crystal Range
Here is a great shot of a blue mountain in SoCal.
http://zanzinger.photoshelter.com/image/I0000utc9_2BYerc
There are Blue Mountains in Middle Earth, around which the Battle of the Sudden Flame was fought.
http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Dagor_Bragollach
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Very nice post, DMT. TY.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 18, 2014 - 08:11am PT
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What position are The Flames taking on this Cuba business? I don't want to buck any trends.
Roger that? Frente unido, no?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 08:40am PT
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Gray 'n greenish blue.
Old Blues.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 09:35am PT
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Can you see it? Dominic, it's our future. Cuba. Ninety miles away, no godamn justice department, no FBI...
Hyman Roth, an investor living on his pension
Yes. We have Moe Green bananas today.
I loved Our Man in Havana by Graham Greene.
I've never had a Daiquiri, a fish taco, or a Havana cigar. I hate cigars, but they are just cigars.
What does this country need?
It might be a slippery slope going into Cuba. All those banana peels. We should have a rope and some protection if we do enter into some agreement with the former rebels. Or their kids & grandkids.
It has a good reputation for LARGE largemouths, I've heard.
Now I can believe the stories after seeing this video.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Quiet. Don't spook 'em. No trolling, either.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 08:23pm PT
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neebee,
You shouldn't have, but thanks.It is strange how things happen in "waves" around here.
We were discussing angels yesterday and who shows up in the snail mail today?
This mouse ornament with halo and a bell.
He's no angel, though, for he has no wings.
I suppose he figures he can cop wings by ringing the bell enough times.
What he's actually accomplishing For others who have died and gone to heaven is beyond belief...
unless you're a fan of Frank Capra's wonderful movie. (I forget the title.)
Angel Wings.
Future fancy Festus feast for some peckish raptor.
"I think you-know-who saw us." "Ack! Let's beat wings!"
Capra was no genius, but I think that Hawks was one.
http://www.google.com/#q=list+of+Howard+Hawks+movies
I had a Happy Bird Day this morning.
No kidding. A couple good shots while watching the birdies--NOT a gift because it took a long time standing in the window waiting.
And waiting.
A new calendar from the Historical Society for 2015.
A new pair of warm gloves from Shelley in the office downstairs.
Another Christmas card (this makes two, one from that Michigan angel and the trad one from Aunt Marg in Redding).
This ornament.
I'm also guaranteed a ride on the second of January to Fresno VA for a pulmonary function test and they want to discuss a defibrillator or pacemaker...uh-oh, nobody said a word about this, the doctor wrote me a letter. I'm sure glad I'm not pregnant.
Hey, the ornament DOES have wings, after all! Either I didn't see them before (my eyes are 'slowing' with age, see), or it's some minor miracle on N Street.
EDIT: I can't live with having this tree-topping bird's identity being in question. What I thought was a hawk when I made its photo may not be one at all, now that I've cleaned up my images folder from yesterday and have had a night's refreshing sleep of four hours.
And so, I must issue an apology to the birders out there, and am calling for an identity. All our probs should be this small, but MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA. mfm
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 09:49pm PT
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weejust appreciated seeing weej's finger again
'slient partner' saw it too
but he's a swede across from a turn-up and a rootabooger
unlike strawberries
all this leepering into space requires
is to be faithful to one's other inner self
he hears voices which like him
u take a leap lover's faith away
and replace it with trust, crust,
and a yen for some 'tang or other
but that requires definition
and nobody has access to weej's personal dictionary
i'm not up in the air how i feel
i feel with my fingers
and i envy the fuelish man
who persists with the inventage of words
in spite of the spell chucker in his pewter
all those red squigglies can't make him retrack
his train goes somewhere special
at midnight or five a.m.
it's always on time
depot boy is never too deep
and he's never too high
just like the forked ribber
which he lives near bye
if he were hermetically zealed in a scarphogasus
he'd still find a way to go climb
and stew and spew on supertoopoo
gald to have u on board
the the special express to noplace special
is boarding on track 4 at 4:20
it don't matter if u are late
or have no bread to feed the bear
just sty where u are and it'll show
yes
it's coming
and then going
in or out
2 or from
1 of these daze
we'll meet and share some Tang or other liberations
till then keep spraying to the commie beetlejohn linen
he'll keep ur word-turds
streamin' by
euell be able to keep on pluckin' gems
from that stream of un-consequence
many parts of speeches are full of hiddenness
but many parts of those parts are legible
thousands hide in desoulation wilderness
and so 'tis no wonder u live where u doo-doo
typing is dry work durin' a drought
iwannabeer comes knockin'
easin' silent whispers under the door to my upper rheum
but i'm ignorin' the bastion and tryin' my best
to have an honest conservation here
f u f u don't mind u fing pisstiche of excuses
4 u i have no uses
i haven't need for liver disease
which'll killya
i hope i die screamin' fallin'
in a silent night of stars and galaxies
it's a quick end to a long OT thread
and beats the f out of dyin' in bed
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 18, 2014 - 11:17pm PT
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Might as well ,by that I mean that to get a compliment wrapped in
But weepy, Moose hurt as that was not hard to find.
three o'clock in the morning the girl I would marry and the girl that played the roll of Gaurd Chick and I are driving down or actually up the Kankamangus Highway in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
Heading north at this time of the adventure I get to try and cop some sleep if not an enjoyable cuddle curled up in the back seat.
Gaurd chick is with me and The Girl is driving.
As I and the stout one get to rubbing, she groping, the car slows and stops.
What?.
Are we Busted ? it was the innocent cuddle ing of ex Es and still both of us
she, and to a much lesser degree I, . . . pulled apart.
HMm made me think . . .
She . . . might may be like Like LOVE Me That Way!
WHY was she stopping the car?
Was she going to tell us . . .
Get A Room!
or
are you guys going to go through with it ?!
Did this mean that my shot was shot before I got the gun loaded?
Why did she stop the car?
. . . . . .
Hoofs on pavement, even the velvet coated pods of A moose, are unmistakable.
The shadow the size of the car , a small wagon, had been following along side for half an hour?
The whole time that Deliela and I were feeling in slow motion the car had been going slower and slower!
We , all three had an uncomfortable laugh.
My girl was scared of the shadow that was trotting along just off the snuggle corner of the car.
Now that we were stopped the cow moose was sniffing the car.
We opened a window and the moose stuck her head in !,
so and so can you guess
I have had A three some for the ages
A hot blond(who just might?)
A stout, groping, Irish red head (we were done)
And a Moose (well... her head came all the way)
In the window moose drool!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2014 - 12:05am PT
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See CosmicCragsman with his hand-crafted sure-to-please-the-pickiest-boogers on the make for kleen ex-es or winders kind of peeps.
It's too bad he hasn't marketed it.
Peeping, China capital of the World, has lots of dirty smutty winders.
He'd make billions and billions
(of Chinese wake up earlier because they might see the sunruse through a clean pain of glass).
CosmicCragsman-o-man Collation & Blast-the-Glass Winder Wonder. It's also a potent chick magnet...but I'm not sayin' it will replace moose antlers as an afro-dizzy act. Moose look strange out of place and time with afros, even though they have no defecate of funk.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Moose saliva is easily removed from window glass.
Watching a funky moose get down is not that easy to remove 'fro the psyche.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2014 - 01:33am PT
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Roddy Jackson in the center of things as usual.
There is an "elephant in the room" in the form of a B-52 or KC-135 tanker.
For what it's worth, I'm in Middle Earth for the simple fact that I know it well, and my sentimental fondness is being gradually replaced by something greater.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2014 - 12:56pm PT
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THROWPIE!!
Let's throw some cake instead, Mr. Walstead, otay?
But let's remove the little fire hazards first.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Dec 19, 2014 - 03:03pm PT
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Thanks Mouseau! Thanks for pulling me into our vertical world so many years ago! Thanks for the good wishes!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2014 - 10:23am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2014 - 09:44am PT
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Cat-o-licks make up 90% of that stuff. I got that from a irroofutable* source.
Here is Scene Roofus doing Stray Cat Strut while making it look cool.
Notice the careful choreography, the elaborate attention to detail, and the expressiveness of the feline face.
*Learn more about catnaps here.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 22, 2014 - 11:56am PT
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Mouse.
And here's another (Folio Society): http://www.foliosociety.com/
Do you know anything about the 1918 forest fire and this book?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 22, 2014 - 12:13pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, many thanks again, for the history pics...
and the 'cat in action' photos... :))
and moosedrool... neat building! (reminds me of something i seen before)...
just stepping in, to say, happy good day and see what you all are up to...
:)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 22, 2014 - 12:24pm PT
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so funny how when bumped to th e top then eek meeseze come running anywastedevery hour,
wow and woe this jigga me box is freaking out...
this was better oh you callit stream of un constructionist and always only best at first. < Less is, not codone even the deene is not Morph, so sad for the moose>.
and
Gauphaw Gaphaw
the confusion caused by my reverent posts on veterans day? may have ...
Somehow has mis led, - . and led to
. ,. . ,. .. ,. well ment ahoys . . . .
Those salutes are acknowledged
And are here returned.
but woe I am no Icon with a Vulgarian Diploma,
Ironically I was taught to Climb by Miss Norway '57(?) the Wine and cheese set!
I certainly climbed with more than one Vulgarian.
I was more of
An appie final gasp
A last hope
As we, the children took the sharp end of the rope. . .
BUT/ ./ ./ 'Evel'
``,,``O `````
I am not Claude Suhl.!
nor his junior . . .
Army Ranger. . .
Jean-claude.
Ahh,
sorry for the
Mix. . up. .</;=D{8{. . .Stupid symbol with a hat & a bow tie. Merry Christmas!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 22, 2014 - 08:47pm PT
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follow ur dreams. Love is like...
Sometime hidden.
Sometimes a bridge.
Who knows where it will lead?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2014 - 07:22am PT
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The Marlow Connection is much stronger than we think. Here is proof.
Yesterday he posted the question (above) about that bewk concerning fire.
Two days ago I went through some of my photos from September 2013. Finding photos of the Rim Fire which I made from the roof of Middle Earth (tempting fate in the form of censure from the management), I collected them in a smaller file labeled Rim fire.
This can be chalked up to coincidence. Call it anything you like, I feel there is more to the story. It may be due to influences from an ark on the moon. It's more likely it's just the craziness which I will call Arson Fever, which has been my "private Idaho," or state of mental being.
In my life fire has meant much to me in one form or another. It's a fascinating thing. I've related much to walls of flame, to burning embers (there's that pleonasm again) and hot stumps.
Reproduced here is one of The Flames best pages, IMO, dated Sept. 23, 2013.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1954729&tn=2800
It will save me time as I won't have to post the folder I gathered. Most of the pics are already on that page.
It's also got the famous "weenies" boiling on the stove.
There are these bonus pictures from a logging book called Timber!Ranger Ed Pulaski and 40 men took refuge during fire. Pulaski almost lost his life guarding tunnel entrance in preventing half-crazed men from breaking out to certain death or killing each other to get at trickle of water on tunnel floor. Pulaski suffered some loss of vision in fire but lived to retirement, meeting death in an automobile accident. A fire-fighting tool invented by him is called a "pulaski."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 23, 2014 - 07:24am PT
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This is a shot from roughly the same year of the Pulaski Sky Way http://"]http://www.nj.gov/state/archives/images/str00001/PulaskiSkyway003.jpghttp://[/url]
Andon't i know it.
even if I went to norway> Greater than is also less than< and as aI try not to read before I leap
Stan the last name of Scmegal i will have to check the spelling of that, was some one that I remember well. Does that corrospond to your duck pound and Mr toad ?
Or am I just passed by upon the road?
It is getting close to big day, thet means picking up, Moving,stuff must be hidden, cleaning proper: scrubbing floors n' chit. Merry Christmas YEAH!
Put A sparkle on this turd and cut up stems cause thats all there is till grandma buys a bottle.
Some new exquisite (ha ha) familiar torture to two who only always yern for it to be different
But No
and If . . .
How?
Hanging with your o best friend for the holidays ?
Praying for
Majkke, can still happen smile and say cheese
happy treils
still dropping?
Must be "THE" liqued ??
say see ya
"se ya"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2014 - 08:05am PT
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This was 1910.
And this was Wallace, 1902.
Please use your heads with Christmas tree illumination and removal. And when you burn your gift wrapping in the fireplace--I used to love that part of Christmas morning when we were kids.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2014 - 08:31am PT
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call it the battle of aging court
but i’ve read this book before
it took till page 300 or so
but it’s deja vu beneath the blue
mediterrannean skies
the hero and buddy beat up the bad guys
and rub shite in their faces
while walking off with the goods and the girl
and go on to merely save the world
this is obviously a fun read, and i intend finishing it again.
adding fuel to the conflagration
i encountered thist hocking's place is under the boat ramp, i think...
uno what i think, too?
i think i go now.
but first let me wish a bon voyage to amyjo
who is heading east from berkeley to the opposite coast
with no compass and only the chart in her heart
merry christmas travel to all who venture into the woods
and across the bridge to grandma's
lenna will be busy with six kids this year
conor, kelton, and the four girls
conor plays the sax in his school's jazz band
[Click to View YouTube Video]for when st. nick comes creeping round the house looking for cookies and milk
mmmm...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2014 - 08:53am PT
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hickory farms are likely in berkeley
because they are ubiquitousi was established in 1948
and hickory farms in 1951.
hickory dickory, mouse.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 23, 2014 - 10:35am PT
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Wild Bill Hickory was slain by a guy who went by the moniker "Throw-up Pie" McCall - he just couldn't stomach card games (rumour only, I offer no proof, but according to Weird Trotter none is required).
You can catch Keith Richard's version easily, but The Tuttles and AJ deserve some free advertising.
Please pass the mandolin (this one does not come with fries).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 23, 2014 - 10:48am PT
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Just when you think ya got your HDL nailed, up pop myeloperoxidase (MPO) and apolipoprotein A1 (apoA1). Feel free to use the abbreviations.
Sometimes, things are just not what they seem.
Seems like I went to Wild Bill's grave outside of Denver, but maybe it was Buffalo's.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 23, 2014 - 03:19pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2014 - 08:34pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 23, 2014 - 08:47pm PT
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Kumbaya and clouds.
Clouds bring the snow
Snow brings out the bunnies
We're in the funnies.
Enjoy your skiing holiday, if such is your fate.
How fast must a man go to get from where he's at?
A good question but terrible grammar.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 24, 2014 - 06:43am PT
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Ah yes, but howz the food?
Ranges all the way from Fully Awful to Terrible Herbst?
This could also be the answer to Who Shot Liberty Valance and how far Robert Redford has left to go in life.
"World's full of 'em"
Just what are the criteria to make it onto this championship list?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 24, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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Headband appreciation & diversion.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 24, 2014 - 04:26pm PT
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hey there say, T hocking... yes! good idea!
happy holiday to the ol' flame's crew:
no flash: wanted the lights to show up :)
and speaking of foods:
dheers:
and, say zbrown... yes, also,
happy head band appreciation..
will have to add in here, later... :)
EDIT:
OOOPSSS, if you recognize your dog here...
please forget you saw it... it is, or was,
supposed to be a SURPRISE when done... oh my...
won't post your name, or, hee hee, you may need to look
up one of your post--and you will see 'your name' mentioned here...
oh my...
:O
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 25, 2014 - 10:35am PT
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I think this illustrates that at one time I was more than one half the man I used to be or something.
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Dec 25, 2014 - 06:45pm PT
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Brian,
Still 5 hours + 15 minutes left to the end of Christmas day day but Hope it is a happy happy one even these few hours left.
Then to New Years, Valentines, farce of July, Halloweeny, Thanks and Christmas to start all over again and again and again and again and again and.
Tomorrow stores will have all the Christmas 50% off and this Saturday by 09:00 Valentine stuff on display.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2014 - 08:47pm PT
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Christmas Day Aft and Sunclipse.Por que we get no more okay oldies from LostManInShanghai?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 25, 2014 - 10:14pm PT
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This had to be moved from it's presumptive place on the original HB appreciation thread since we don't take second billing, especially to the Iron Butterfly on that one.
Big deal.
Could this be one of Jimi's half-assed performances, that so bugged Bill Graham?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 25, 2014 - 11:51pm PT
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THE n00b.
Could use a head band."loosely tethered"
"very interesting"
"middling"
--no consensous on this report
http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2013/12/02/248089436/the-truth-about-the-left-brain-right-brain-relationship
I will end with one last fact about hemispheric differences that many people may not be aware of, and that is that lateralization of function changes with normal aging. The kinds of lateralized patterns of brain activity I mentioned earlier when talking about brain mapping studies are more common in young adults. Across many types of tasks and many brain areas, these lateralized patterns tend to switch to bilateral patterns in healthy older adults.
Is this because older adults have better learned how to be both logical AND creative? Maybe :-).
There are certainly individual differences in hemispheric specialization across people, but they are very difficult to reliably determine. Where this matters most is in medical contexts: when people are going to have brain surgery (e.g., for epilepsy or tumor resection), physicians would like to make sure that in removing certain brain tissue they are not going to disrupt critical functions like language.
[Click to View YouTube Video]southbound abounds
like a wild wind sounds
hey there
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Dec 26, 2014 - 12:19am PT
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Merry Christmas Mouse!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2014 - 02:41am PT
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Thank you, Big Mike.Keep your sunny side up...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 26, 2014 - 08:57am PT
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Corpus callosum, my friend. The internet of your mind. If you don't mind me saying so. Don't let anyone hack it.
$2.50 seems like a good deal on dances lessons. Wasn't there an inquiry recently on the ST forum.
Mickey Hart with some band
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 26, 2014 - 09:03am PT
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Links or no licks...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 26, 2014 - 09:29am PT
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Apparently in the near future you are not going to need The Cockettes (with or without head bands) nor even a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
Transcriptors
Scientists believe they are close to building the first truly biological computer made from the organic molecules of life and capable of working within the living cells of organisms ranging from microbes to man.
It could lead to new biodegradable devices based on living cells that are capable of detecting changes in the environment, or intelligent microscopic vehicles for delivering drugs within the body, or a biological monitor for counting number of times a human cell divides so that the device could destroy the cell if it became cancerous, the scientists said.
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/biological-computer-that-lives-inside-the-body-comes-one-step-closer-as-scientists-make-transistor-out-of-dna-and-rna-8553915.html#
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 26, 2014 - 12:48pm PT
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Ho Ho Ho if I could I would post the light blue Corvair that is in my minds eye.
Or the Red Edselle from ford. . .
Still on the road on the wet and salted roads of the east cost!!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 26, 2014 - 12:49pm PT
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Thankfully there appear to be no "microscopic vehicles" on that list.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 26, 2014 - 04:49pm PT
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That list is far from complete, though the label "all time" is a good hook.
Consider when the first autos were excreted onto the public only a little over 120 years ago. This does represent 'all-time' in some manner, but it is misleading anyway.
People, esp. tourists, are such bozos.
Any list using that all-time label is going to get attention because of that.
"Honey, I made the all-timers list."
"You should. You been fergettin' sh#t a lot lately."
Half Dome is now on the list of all-time geological wonders, among which are Pangaea and Little Big Dome, Half Dome's immediate predecessor.
How is that tooth, Gnome?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 26, 2014 - 05:53pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown, wow, fun and sweet christmas card from you!!
and from your m~~~ and jewel-wonderful pupdog!
(left m~~~'s name, off, incase you want it private) ...
wow, thank you ALL THREE for the wonderful chritmas card!
sweet words, too... jewel, works, well, my birthstone is a ruby, just like
your pupdog, name... :))
happy god bless to you and yours!
:)
thank you again, :)
now, back to flames post, here :) and such:
wow, that scientific 'whatever' post, sounds a bit scary... man tampering again, as man always does... oh my... more 'stuff' to affect the body's
brainwaves, it seems... oh my...
:O
and mouse, GREAT christmas day pics!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 26, 2014 - 06:00pm PT
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Your welcome neebee. It's OK to use Michele's name in public (especially in The Flames arena).
Best remainder of the year to ya. We're beginning to wind down and gear up for next year at the same time if that's possible.
I was looking for that elusive "neebee in a headband photo", so I ended up looking through all your photo posts. You are an impressive young lady.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 26, 2014 - 11:18pm PT
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hey there, say, zbrown... wow, i will have to get that ol' head band photo done, for the near future... :))
hopefully by tommorrow afternoon, as, i was having to get up early, this morning... :)
edit:
hee hee, i will have to make it a group family shot, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2014 - 01:26am PT
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"I am at the stage in my life where I like sentiment more than stuff!"
Fair play for cats...it's Christmas, after all.Look for The Cat's Miaow, by MFM, due out summerish.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Can't help you with the Corvair, Gnome.So hot!
So trustworthy, too.
"Mrs. Brown, your daughter's both."
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 27, 2014 - 09:48am PT
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Play, play, play... serious play...
Sailboat racing is like a rugby team playing chess in a F1 car
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 27, 2014 - 12:51pm PT
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, ,, ,, An all seeino Eye or is the brite spot the mouth of an aproxamated face ? \ or the farce that should show me that these drab shots end ??
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 27, 2014 - 01:23pm PT
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Scandanavian sailor no doubt - note missing tooth(s).
Why does everybody else in the world speak English?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 27, 2014 - 01:26pm PT
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not to deflect or divert any eyes . [Click to View YouTube Video]. . [Click to View YouTube Video]I used to get driven to go climbing in a Nova Like That driven By the Mad and Great Jon Ross Circa '73... I have a HB pic of him some wherer herer!
. . . ,, [Click to View YouTube Video] , ,,. . ,, the sad thing is how rough they, Robin and Joan, Look.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2014 - 01:47pm PT
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All photos by Jim Shirley, 1980s.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2014 - 03:20pm PT
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I can't get out (babying the rupture lately) so I gotta cruise the old files.All photos by Jim Shirley.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 27, 2014 - 03:20pm PT
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what are these tracks?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 27, 2014 - 04:06pm PT
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the minions are earless but the system seems taxed
better a- lightMoving WatersAn extinct hair cut,was seen at the dinasour museum, the spike Mohawk!
.paper Church, yard background and house. decorations from when we camped.
still looking for one specific picture!that is nice but not it
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 27, 2014 - 05:15pm PT
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very successful spieceies (spelling be damned)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2014 - 08:37pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Wisely...
Strangely...
Descriptively...
Generously...
Friendly...
which of the above is the least adverbial, the most adjectival?
Timothy Lee, Barbara Lee, Le Grand Lee.
All specially selected in a selective process to enhance speech and to promote understanding.
Merrily we roll along
Swimmingly
On the currents of the old Merced
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 28, 2014 - 02:36am PT
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Ho my I keep losing every thing,
The stop.
The cut & paste,
The commands of this tablet confuse the budless and have led to a kind of fury in me!
This will not look well reasoned or thought out
and run on
shoot me
damn thing erased three hours of midnight ramblings.
I will try to recoupe but that never works.
re the green Chevelle or is it A Nova?
(the inability to post type and photos means that either I attend to the '123'And Go back and 'Caption'or ask way out of sequence about trite and most likely off topic stuff.)
any way earlier I had written a whole thing about a similar car,
A '69 candy coated coffee brown coupe
(Sparkling metallic not siht brown as some teased).that had an off center white triple
stripe.
The car was Cherry and very Gettho in a good ,cool way ... except it was driven by Dan Baldinni, a white kid, an alter boy who was at best a geek.
(the family lived across the street and believed in Church, school, home and cars to keep the kids off the street ... on the straight and narrow.)
Before it failed to make a turn at forty five miles an hour. . .
that car , a hand me down, took on the high school kids and older grease monkey guys alike.
Torinos And Chargers and Novas as n'siht. We ran against TeeBirds 'nd new '76 Trans Am's,
dragg Racin' on Saturday nights!
that is an attempt to recreate some fleeting story. I have left out the wit the adventure and so it really has no point but to post nothing after all that I wrote was too hard to suffer.
I. should try again.
That was the idea to set up a bunch of pictures that might work like cairns showing the way to what I was writing or thinking about.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 28, 2014 - 03:59pm PT
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As my camera gently weeps it is fuzzy off to the right where the water rests.The spill out of the Coxing kill as it leaves split rock on it's way to the nude sunning that goes on down stream and is a popular spot with men?? Old men mostly.
No touching or groping or any of that goes on; just old johnsons hanging out,
and there is nothing wrong that.
It is a bucolic spot.
but
Whazup wid dat??
Hey Happie are you lurking?
What is up, down stream at splt rock? in the Gunks?
Real and for real this has been a Nudee spot for at Least 100years.
Only in the last twenty or so have the east cost girls grown more modest,
worried that someone might take pictures and put on bathing suits. and there is nothing wrong with that!
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Gene
climber
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Dec 28, 2014 - 05:20pm PT
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Mouse,
I'm loving the Palisade pics. Thanks.
Gimme a call sometime.
g
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Dec 28, 2014 - 11:21pm PT
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From Clark. The Merced drainage is so effing rad - just remote enough that hasn't been exploited yet.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 29, 2014 - 08:06am PT
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Micros for ZBrown . . .
http://forums.vwvortex.com/showthread.php?5948071-Shortened-Cars
I spy with my eye
a mouse in the house
My pics are,
I know only so so
we here in green east wish you in the brown ,light dead grass brown,
a harty how the fuk are you do you rank the day as rear or grey
sad
that the day is passing and I have got kids to chivie...
to get de Boyd's cage clean and other siht...
see you soon I hope
save the weedge
No Joke
look in on the bater
His master stroke
seems darker
it may be just
weedless me
I care!
née bee tooif really
pushed.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 29, 2014 - 02:06pm PT
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Well this was gravity at work. Today the sun came out and the mercury dropped.
So I took off to try and spy the ice that almost snuffed me. It should be starting to set up.
The thing is the cliff is basically in the kitchen cabinet /counter showroom parking lot.
Dinettes ala 1957 cubicles all in a row
Showing how this or that style of square box will hang on your wall.
With a fancy ubiquitous pull nob and color pattern,
Insuring
conformity if not comfort
and
Meisen pla'ce.( a place for every thing and every thing in it's place)
I was digressed because the Gavity test was just so typically s00pid of me.
A Charlie Brown moment that is worthy of calling me, Chuck.
That is if euw did not already have an eechuckawacca, to worry about.
I slipped and rolled and bashed into a scrapy tree at the edge of the same thirty foot drop as what i fell offt already once in 20 out 14! knott that the number of the year makes a difference.
It was a longish patch of ice
Glazing the top of the eastern moss choss top of a parking lot no place to die kind of moment!
Again !
This time in day light with the kids at home and the Holidays and all. . . I was going to die!!
I tore a slash on the pocket of a soft shell style jacket trying to self arrest.
I really didn't hurt any thing this time just bruises and scrapes and such.
Lucky. . .
I was doing the recon to see if this year I could get a Fat Ice At The Top situation.
With an added couple of thirty gallon cans to provide water to drain over the mossy choss at the edge and all over the top to create,
Ice all the way to a safe spot.
Plans were not entirely formed before I got to the top of the cliff,
as the conditions would dictate what was the best line to the edge.
The wet spot was not running, maybe a trickle.
In the sun you could catch the shine of the verglass on the rocks.
The approach down to the edge is boggy and not frozen.
To stop from getting wet feet I was rock hopping.
I was twenty feet from the edge when the long step to a flat rock took me out.
Scrappy tree done saved another one!
Huh, where have I heard that before?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2014 - 03:05pm PT
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gravity sucks...standing in the vacuum of his sighs
weej contemplates his image in the pee pot
he thinks he drinks cuz he has nothing maids
mostly in a row but some escape like drops over the rim
and some fall down his leg resembling dead drunk danish dames
that have been punched by r.carter
himself a victim of paterson (or patterson)
innocent man gilded with golden liquid
poured into shots by amber the tender
and the rest lined up at the other end o the bar
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"u c the little baters, the reprobates or the bates boy too late and it's curtains"--janet leithal
i'm not brother-keeping for no one
i have problems two
one, too much beer
two, not enough beer
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2014 - 04:15pm PT
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For our Chico correspondents, TimidTightrope and nita.
I know you like Long Song Dylan, TT. This is the short version here.Happy New Year to you both![Click to View YouTube Video] Cleaning out the files from 2013, readying for 2015.
And a Happy New Year to Eric and Vicky,
with a hug and thank you for the veggies and work at Facelift and the vibes.
Epic Rap Battle of Religious History I would like to see.
The Finderversus
Contrary Mary
Gene! I'll call you tonight, brudder-pal!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2014 - 04:30pm PT
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Nobody gets a word in edgewise.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 29, 2014 - 05:06pm PT
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So I had this freaked out dream last night.
I was IN A CLIMBING GYM and that's freaky enough by itself.
As I was between laps on a HVAC route (the Brutish rating ssysstem), resting, this weirdo lady comes over and starts up a conversation, mostly about her new slippers.
I'm wearing old school RDs in brown split leather with red laces.
Her topic changed to the habits which she enforced on herself to insure her safety on the gym walls. She'd never led anything, hated the thought of drying wind and sun, and did yoga before her t'ai chi which she did before roping up.
I took a pic and she didn't strike me as too awful.
Then I had to go and ruin my prospects when I began telling her about doing wide cracks in my heyday in Camp 4.
As I launched into a story about Generator Crack, she interrupted me and said, SCATHING ME WITH A VENOMOUS LOOK,
"Why, you're on of those TRAD CLIMBERS! One of those BING BONG PEOPLE!"
I laughed at her back, saying, "I'll bet you can't say it right the second time, either, sister."
HAPPY NEW YEAR, MooseDrool, dicoverer of Cyanetski (patent pending), the revolutionary new product for all downhill racers.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 29, 2014 - 05:53pm PT
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Best advice I can give is to follow the advice of the medicine man and stay out of those chlamydia gyms, stop all your weeping and swallow your pride.
You will not die, it's not poison.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2014 - 07:38am PT
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Speaking for trad climbers, "Do gym climbers hate us cuz they ain't us?"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 30, 2014 - 07:48am PT
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Probably better to speak for them than at them. Alternatively, you could sing to them.
Towards that end I've included some lyrics and chords for you. Get yourself a satellite (forget about all about that macho shit!!) and bombard them from outer space. Siriusly.
(G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid
I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he did
Way out in Merced a long time (D) ago
When a (G) man's only friend was his (D) own forty- (G) four
On another front. "Comments for this video have been disabled", but feel free to have at it anyway. They haven't been together that long and you can't really dance to it (unless you're an uncoordinated chlamydia type) but I'm still giving it a 6 on the Brown-O-Meter.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
2,127,694 19:01 12/29/2014
2,127,907 08:04 12/30/2014
Rate = 16/hour
Who is hogging all the bandwidth?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2014 - 08:08am PT
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"We don't need no stinkin' bandwitdth...just the right runners."[Click to View YouTube Video]
I over-stepped. Trad climbers are too proud to let another speak for them.
I over-slept. Bad climbers are too many to get another crack at it.
Every one of them knows it leads nowhere, but do it all the same because their friends did.
Mothers universally ask their babies about cliffs and friends.
"It's all right, Ma, it's not broken. I only fell 35,700 km at an angle of 1.157 degrees, HVAC."
"Wait till your father gets home, Keester."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2014 - 08:27am PT
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It is mighty tempting, but only for "arf a mo," to bring Rotting Johnny's name into this, but it IS Gravedigger, shown above.
Respond to the satellite thread, Fall Potential, see the man by the name of Reilly. And be glad for a bight of rope.
What is daring doo? Trad leading.
"My pants are only seven on the Brown-o."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2014 - 09:01am PT
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I'm so relieved. "Not that RJ."
It was some other sprout.Conor is Jessica's oldest, the saxophonist.
Michael is one of the local Santa Claus fakes in Sonora.
This is a fake egg or a fake sunrise.
The Wide Band has left the building.
Shockwave has crashed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 30, 2014 - 10:58am PT
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Blows air over the grave on freezing nights, helps prevent Jack Frost damage. Smoke pot. Used to be deplored as well.
Works for me, DMT. :0)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 30, 2014 - 12:36pm PT
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The smoke may be getting in my eyes, but the instrument Rod is playing sure looks like a banjo to me. Which way is the wind blowing, because Ron seems to be on guitar.
RE: Cochise Stronghold
Whenever you go, use care. This rock fell from the sky nearly crushing this guy. I will also note that Cochise himself no longer frequents the place. Why? I really do not know.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 30, 2014 - 04:00pm PT
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Z the spirits of Indians haunt that place both sides middle up and down!,
I do not spook easily but dreams and experiences in the zone have me convinced of the hauntedness of some places.Cochise's Strong Hold is one such place.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 30, 2014 - 06:30pm PT
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^^GnOfDi
I'll check Castaneda's field notes.
Brujo de el Baluarte, Ph.D.?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2014 - 02:47am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Immense moist-eyed thanks, Virginians. There is a Santa Claus and he loves to cook.
You are too...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 31, 2014 - 05:59am PT
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As we last left lieutenant Idiot On top Of a chossy wet hillside having slid enough to tear just
the pocket of the off brand K-Mart Soft Shell.
The composition of the rocky hillsides where the
best east cost ice sets up is apparently some sort of secret.
Ridge crests and steep wet, rocky
Hillsides that run with water set up with the best climbing what secret ?
This year I am going to cry About Not Climbing Ice?(I was going to not.)
ice was nice it kept me young, c. . . . . . . when it wasn't Trying To Kill! Me!!
Same hillside, if any One cares, I found a nut in a rock I kid you not !
On Hallowed ground almost, I found the first booty I have bootied in years!
No 'Biner, ...here,if you please, the best Austrian accent you can muster
The Klagenford(sp) dialect,
Zwest uon smmaall nhutt!
Depending in the amount of snow, the rock that the nut was on catches the sun and drain and drool sets up a three move steep step of vertices of ice(if there is such a thing).
This is a small rock, no high ball at all what the EF. . .A one point retreat? is that nut to giv some sort of pro for ice bouldering ?will I see foot prints in the snow?
The thing to point out, Is that ten minutes out in the middle of the highest density of humane congestion that you can imagine, is a cemetery that has hit hard times after corruption.
This means that bold gets gold but I also tracked down Gerry don't Call him that,
Who is the care watcher and chief, head bottle washer and theif of good bouldering.
Any way the rock is also available from the condos that are up hill, as well as down hill near in the cemetery. The parking in the cemetery is less potentially problematic,Silent witnesses, mostly.
These are not the best of the small rock hell climbing options.
Far From it, the hillside is wet and the condos changed the natural run off. The hillside sits facing Northeast over looking three hi way exchanges providing a constant hum of passing traffic.. This all adds up to not even a single summer time, yo lets go there, when passing, vist. It would not make the book if not for three years of five foot snow seasons in a row.
The search for something to climb and the cemetery access, is something.
I have been buildering on moseleums from day one.
The dog B. Rip, happy new year!
We would walk to climbs some where twice a day for ten years.
So here's to the great late dogs all also sadly gone,but their spirts join as all dogs live on
Just the last half vanished that is the good part the you can't trust this Shablet is areal drag
hmmm I hpe to post all kinds of stuff but I lost some cool prose that's how it goes I'm going to get coffee and read weedge!
I used to wear the sunflower and turquoise Marrmot Alpinast; Wolfgang G style. Where is that Jacket?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 31, 2014 - 07:48am PT
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“Why should we have to go to class if we came here to play FOOTBALL, we ain’t come to play SCHOOL, classes are POINTLESS.”
This is clearly a rip off of Castaneda's famous quote, dumb-ass football man.
“Why should we have to go to class if we came here to play sorcery, we ain’t come to play SCHOOL, classes are POINTLESS. Just give me my Ph.D.”
BTW, you might mention to that Playboy de Merced [TCA 857] that his tags are expired.
BTW2, I wonder how much money Carlos put into his pocket from book sales. I'm going to check "The Witches" field notes. Sure hope those notes are copyrighted.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 31, 2014 - 08:39am PT
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That last soloists thingy was real for real, the last straw! I was wicked pissed! I had been writing and spell checking when auto correct 1st hour up with this
There USA a lot or virgin rock around here.
No 'Is'... but a replaced 'USA'?
and then the entire paragraph went away, at least Z will be happy!
everybody's a critic!
I will try for all and Z to be clear.
On Friday this week I will take the main home computer in to get a new hard drive.
This I hope before an all blue screen shows up, with the sad, make you I'll, screen message:
. . . .S. M . A. .R. .T. . . .E. .R. .R. .O. .R . . !!
so that is the tale and if this goes well hell it sounds like the new rig will only be sixty bucks!?
How much labor cost ?
and how long gone
Etc.?
I also need to get the cheapest 'best' maybe used, camera I can find.
as if!
That is what she said
maybe a used computer too!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 31, 2014 - 11:15am PT
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I don't know what dollar value corresponds to cheap, but I have noticed that the price of laptop and desktop computers has continued to fall as tablets and smart phones have come into ascendancy.
I can remember paying a price for a disc drive that would allow you to buy three computers today.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2014 - 12:50pm PT
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and whockshave layu there all in a heap at the base of the tomb of the disrespected witness(jehovah-9 denomination)
u done crashed
not ice in california is there?
not gletscher
not glocken sprocken neither
u c the depalisades, berkeley?
paterson?
NOT ICE NEIN!
zlaughterhouse on main full of ex isles of langerhorn west ridge north face
first accent by gerry the pacemaker in the live version of the 1948 show
feldman's glazed look resembles no eyes in the freezer the meatlocker
how much for resoling these old six-point drivels
eye sold myself an eye sacks made in the forrests of colorado
it served as a great and glorious rudder en glissade on pinky runnels
it had to be shads toe
there is no muchomuchacho sacred choss heap in all of calno
only tales of fish in frozen ponds
they are golden
they are starlight
they are NO Pals of mine tho
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2014 - 12:56pm PT
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death rides the blocks of granite falling among the seracs and swirling lung-filling ice crystals
it is intrinsic in the blast of air hitting the parked dogsleds
we shall send for the taxidermist and he will make ur corpse smile in paste eyes or genuine glass at a slightly higher cost
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2014 - 01:33pm PT
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this viral unfection in my 'puter is such that pictures such as the one you just posted, not the chicklet, the other one, are showing up on my unit as Icons in pale green, and it's doing it for all DMT's and all of or most of JustinThisForTheMoney's and now your zShots as well.
NEIN! NEIN! NEIN!
I feel like bloody Adolf near the end when only everything went KAPUT!
So helpless. Such technical tyranny and evil adware.
All to get me to hate the ones advertising.
So many shoppes and seer-vices that will have to get along with none of my revenu in the future.
It's modern hate.
And so the old year goes whimpering out the back door like a whipped cur.
Last seen heading north on the west shore of Pariah Lake out north of Nixon, NV.
AKA the howling f*#karoo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2014 - 02:01pm PT
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dying is easy
posting is hard
but syzygy is hardonomy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syzygy_%28astronomy%29
group of three lined up in le grand resting place
and with that said it's time to sled
bring out yer dead
and yer magic bands
e z listening/sledding
like roper 4th class mail it's cheap, too
bunny slopes mounted in a group setting
all the downhillers on the sloping snow-covered choss
most of the tele-markers are burma shave poems strung out down the trail
looking for ad ventures
[Click to View YouTube Video]aw, just fuggit.
happy new year. please don't get hung over or pulled over.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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Dec 31, 2014 - 07:37pm PT
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Happy New Year, Mouse! Glad you liked our little surprise...just wanted to remind you that you're thought of often and loved dearly.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2014 - 08:23pm PT
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so nice to hear, audrey...thanks for the spice, girls
"it warms these cockles and mussels in my heart, oddly," he said out loud
and drooved off in his old beater truck to play in the cloud of invisible gas
thirty years after it still lingers in the minds and bodies of the victims
u c, ucc (wholly owned subsidiary of dow chemical) is to blame
not s.p.e.c.t.r.e., not u.n.c.l.e., just greed and bottom-feeders' bottom lines
december 1984's children
http://www.ibtimes.com/30-years-after-bhopal-disaster-india-has-not-learned-lessons-worlds-worst-industrial-1731816
don't forget chernobyl
don't forget the titanic
don't forget the death of the buffalo herds
the computer virus is one thing... the part of the iceberg u can see.
there is a chest infection below the plimsoll line...maybe a virus in me, like “i-flu.”
it makes me feel like hatin' when it’s amped with the camera on/off switch that only works when it wants, no matter the charge level in the battery...moosedrool has seen it, sandra topolay has seen it...it gets me goin’.
‘n then there’s the heating unit/air conditioner that died ‘n has been supplanted for the last week by a stand-alone floor unit and supplemented by the electric oven...which adds a certain pleasant meaty aroma to the place.
‘n th’elevator’s not close to being completed ‘n though i’m now used to it ‘n 54 steps is manageable with groceries, it adds to the urge to do something nasty to all this array of technology that has replaced fire for modern mice.
call it the urge to eat meat but jimmy hatlo called it the urge to kill ‘n it must be restrained or we’ll go back to the times when mice ate only prime rib ‘n their average size was ten pounds...prehistoric mammalians were not universally large, but many species were.
oh well, it’s just orwell thirty years after.
still, it bugs me 'n i feel like a cranky old man that wants to kick sumpin' to death.
weej, got any whisky left? gnome, maker's mark? rSin, some gall?
at least there is some satisfaction in that, unless the karaoke machine breaks down[Click to View YouTube Video]it so doesn't make it sweet, but hey, hey, hey, there say
"lord, mitigate my muss-ish woes
i've still got nineteen fingers 'n toes
but protect us all from these bo-dee-oh schmoes
sittin' in their bed 'n board rooms watchin' as profit grows"
gimme a rysin sling with a little brolly, dollie
and i'll roll u for the next hour on the juke since the karaoke broke!
by the way, did u hear that m 'n m is gay?
dang, i'm thirsty all of a sudden
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sharing!
thanx !
happy new year !
I have to give up the tablet now!!
He has a fresh face and there is wede on my table.
she got him a bull horn for Christmas
breaking a fundamental rule of parenting when old
no noise makers for presents!!
some of my best climbers were drummers!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Refugee from the last thread to nowhere or was it the last train to clarksville or was it boothill or was it just another bad day at black rock?
Neu5Gc, a non-human sugar found in red meat, promotes inflammation and cancer progression in rodents
Are you listening mouse?
In a study published in the Dec. 29 online early edition of the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, the scientists found that feeding Neu5Gc to mice engineered to be deficient in the sugar (like humans) significantly promoted spontaneous cancers. The study did not involve exposure to carcinogens or artificially inducing cancers, further implicating Neu5Gc as a key link between red meat consumption and cancer.
Dangerous food porn.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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No mark for me
It was Gin For New Years !!
that and the Road 2 Ruin Double IPA s
they are very local mmK bitter good to wring out that
bear of a 2014.
I bumped some of the things where I liked what was said . . .
the tree lead ?
I have to give back the tablet. . .
Kidzzz, argh can't duct tape 'em any more!
L.O.L. = Livening on Lipitor
Then there is the blood/brain membrain cross concern!
I can remember when tartar was a meal but I am lost as to what and where I wrote when
what?.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Here's your New YEARS Day shake map courtesy of USGS. (does that require an apostrophe? - Google says no). Save this ID number. It may be required for all non-Medicare insurance claims.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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No sugarloafs either this year, as usual...just peloncillos. :0)
The road from weej's to the Central Valley. Sugarloaf, a romantic adventure.
Kyburz is about the size of Petrolia, but much busier.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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File this either under weather or smartypantsStoneMasters.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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^heh
Too bad for the Lower Merced Pass Lake (LMPL henceforth] boys, but this one is posted at the landing point rather than the takeoff. Everybody must get stoned.
This has yet to be confirmed by rigorous experimental design, but if you follow the cholesterol wars (and who doesn't), Michele's HDL (good) has always run high, but as far as we can tell, just by adding a daily dose of turmeric and ginger it shot up from 90 to an almost unheard of 137.
Therefore. I kicked off the New Year with a gastronomic bang. It does not taste as good as those street tacos down there on Revolución, so I think I'm going to have to mix it with salsa and cinnamon. Stay healthy my amigos.
BTW, it takes about 2 minutes to click all the Chinese New Year Buttons.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm mumbled by zBrown's vastronomical meteorologic talents and the numbers increase brought on by simple turmeric. I will stop using it in my brown rice and on my brown eggs...both of which I enjoy daily...NOT!
All I know I learned on N Street.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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hey what are you feeling good today?
I say that I type as your report was short like me.
I am not sure will you return before I post??
hmmm I seem to have turned a page well if in that I have missed some of the N street parade? I will have to go back and see, everybody likes a parade,
did I say happy twenty fifteen! weird.Happy Twenty Fifteen! has any one taken the count, the dead and injured from twenty fourteen yet! it seems high thanks to the speed of the Internet. webs.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Badly missing, the go out and get up the ice before the gymboobs knock it all down.
tradition.
Not my problem any more!
I am still up early, to keep to . . . off the peaks and passes by two!
(in the Mnts, that can be noon)
the forecast is for crap then a warming blast and then back into the winter freeze.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Life's a lot like the weather's temperature
It has it's ups & downs
Thank God for downies
And brownies
And gnomes
Dawn's early light.Dawn's surly light.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Brekkie.
With garlic clove and fully (adv.) aware of the phase of the moon.
Wish me a dawn-brekkin' hooner, New Gjay.
Dish towel from the Doltish girls.
I love my own cooking
so that means I love myself, l'il elf.
"Tis the correct thing to do."--Wilfrodo Brimley
"Eat your trillium, son."--Ma Gnome's advice
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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What does "meh" mean?
While not as good as a sawed off 410 for self defense, 137 HDL is astronomically good. Healthy dude that I am, mine has never exceeded 88.
I'm going with 1/2 teaspoon each of turmeric and ginger and 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon. Can't wait to see where it is in a month.
Hope I don't die before I get old. Who? Pancho de Leon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Brown eggsand chickenpan-fried, no barb-besuess.
There is no excuse
Too obtuses don't make a right
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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meh - YA_TAH_HEY
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"meh" is one possible answer to the question posed way up there on the top of this page, namely, "hey what are you feeling good today?"
"meh"
"double meh"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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hey-there-say yahfullness is in the orb of the beholder"ROLLIN! RAWHIDE!"CAN I GET AN A-MEH, MEN?!Miss Bridget.
Not exactly Beyonce's twin sis, but she outweighs her in many other ways.[Click to View YouTube Video]That's Downhill Racer himself next to Tina in many ways.
Her tiny SunDancer.
Her RedMan who she loves for his Jeremiah, aka Johnny.
And there was Waldowski, the "Painless Pole," aka Johnny Schuck (rhymes with schnook).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-JCQep-H3Y
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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My Boyd has laid another egg. Really!, is this gud? or bad!
She lives along side us we hate to keep her cage closed.
That means that from time to time when you hear the flapping of wings,
You are about to have a bird land on your head . . . BOYD to the head.
She is A Nanddy Conundrum no that is true but the genius is Conure.
A Nanndy Conure named Pastachio. .... take that auto correct!
To be truthful, it is a conundrum, We love the bird and give her free reign,
We pet her, she is a pet. This leads to a happy pet, that then leads to,
Spontaneous Gestation, all respect to The Divne, but it is a miracle . . .
Why does my lone parrot lay eggs? We have read and even translated from
Potegueuse(not a adv or j yet)information that indicates rubbing and petting ,
Cupping , some thing we never do , brings about the egg laying?!
Perhaps it is . . . oh wait near the last hit . . . a matter of the human quality level of the food?
The food is the only change that we have made and she has laid eggs before.
Three clutches of three eggs each.
So by that I am expecting two more eggs, any day now.
Perhaps the over priced pet shop food has an egg retardant?
Slipped into the seed and mango like a Mickey, a salt Peter, seed and tropical fruit mix?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I am a solid. My #s for gud and bad are scary. . . . . ,
By cholesterol standards I am off the scale my numbers are so high it is an embarrassment.
It is hereditary that is both sides of my family have history of Arterial Sclerosis.
I take all kinds of supplements and the Doctor just up'd my Lpitor intake.
No cheese, no dairy at all it is okay my teeth do not miss the ice cream.
No shrimp or red meat, No butter or egg yokes. that I am not good with red sauce,
I have said before here in a rather gross way. My tolerance is increasing though.
That I am eating curry and fish and always some chicken,
Along with lots of greens, beans and rice,(too much Rice=Arsnic!?)Belly fat?
Should have me dropping the Red Rice Yeast Extract from the daily supplement list.
Maybe, Maybe not.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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UC Bobcats? Never flockin' hoid of 'em.
Dam.
Up, up.
And away up.
And it's a lazy day.
But some must prey.
It was a Sunday, after all.Looks like my old Clover's kin.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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those are great hawk shots . . . and yes I know, choss choice of words, but what? use my vocabulary when the one word that fits the scene is. . .
Cool!
try as I might this next sentence was what I wanted to write.
Greedily not wanting to finish up my holiday treats I tried to spend some time on retreaded religion vs everyone else and then at some pre determined point we all change our minds thread but sleep did not come and moke mor e than I should !!
He married up Connie Chong still looked straight ahead with BOTH eyes when he started giving her schlong (ryhmes with Bong).
Now that that is said, I can engineer no more although through my mind are racing thoughts that are displacing the headache brought on by all but the photo and short sentence that blue bloc shared of the climb Silent Scream and his eight year old daughter's top rope send,!
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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i'm feelin fine, thanks mouse.
though my hip is out
(poor-fitting tree saddle)
and my shoulder is sore
(clobbered by an errant falling branch.)
but i'm a logger;
and as such i've many pine chips inside my lungs.
so when i lay down in the dirt
to die, don't bother
building me a pine box,
because i'm the coffin
for the pine.
a bone box for
a once live tree.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Ya-Tah-Hey all.
My biggest fan and her entourage. If the dog really cared he would have just bitten the kid's foot off.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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ending at the start of the near Trapps ?!
Looking back, I get whip lash.
Dingus, I have to point out that the bi costal nature you espouse
Is to strive for !
I am jealous and in awe, you are a great member of the tribe.
Thanks, that is fun share at it's sunny best.
Dingus Milktoast, by the way, is what we used to call the drummer of an awful rock band bordering on punk. He went on to stop rock climbing but not rocking out.
He keeps two clearly contradictory lives well separate, some how. He is successful at both!
He is both punk rock drummer and Fortune 500 investment consultant . Jack Rabid/ Corradi!
Find his punk stuff under the flag of the Big Take Over the online continuation of the fanzine that is the last word in all that is loud fast rules ,punk rock sounds.
(some point of grammar misused I am sure)
http://youtu.be/I1ZcxsHKBW4
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Evolution of the Ya-Tah-Hey (technically Tʼáá Bííchʼį́įdii).
'Ya-Tah-Hey' Store.. Continental Divide NM Route 66 crests the Continental Divide at 7275 ft. between Grants and Gallup NM. The "Ya-Tah-Hey" curio store takes full advantage of that fact.
The Great Divide Gas Station and trading post featured both vintage electric pumps and tall gravity fed pumps, photo 1940, courtesy New MexicoRoute 66 Association.
...
Say there hey, did they lose the trademark?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Head band you say?
NATANI & MATANA about 1935
Go back to Route 66 for your Kix (”do-ya-a-son-dah nal-yeh-gae" (no good merchandise)), white-boyz and don't spill any on the dog.
Yikes - Toadlena Trading Post
Have you ever wondered why, if that guy was so Willin', he didn't drive from Grant to Gallup? Or Tecate to Tijuana for that matter. I thought he'd driven every kind of rig there was.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Eltson done gone 1,000 mis. from home
He was a friend of a friend of mine
He liked bacon and bob just like me
He liked Isis more and so we partied ways
If I thought for just one moment
That I could take you at your word
it would be goodman
Post-Xmas
broken hearts & dirty windows
look the same to me
[Click to View YouTube Video]
ZUTeKAT1M0
don't do me any favors
don't tell me your life story
and it 'll be goodman[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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^Apparently that video is long gone, went riding down to New Mexico with the rodeo and Pretty Boy Floyd and some outlaws.
Tʼáá Bííchʼį́įdii
[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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digital masterpieceI just now saw two black & white kitties over on the roof next door
along with the orange one, Roofus V or VI.
family meow-ting on sunday
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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A proud hunter - Maulwurffänger, not a Rattenfänger or Mausfänger...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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^If I'm not mistaken those fellers appear to be the Not-So-Magnificent Seven. They should have eaten turmeric. Then they never would have been caught.
Reach for the sky Lyndon. Got you surrounded. You ain't got a chance.
These dawgs don't hunt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Wizard World or the S.A. Rescuzite Version of Village People?
Whole Fabric Head Band, aka Camp 4 White Gas, at a dress rehearsal for some liturgical ceremony/pre-softball eraBurt Bronson, Burt Reynolds, Burt Dirt, Burt Brut, Brute the Shockwave, Betty Burt, Royal Satesum, Richard Attenburt, Buzzy Buttles (bass), Bill Bonebrake and David the Why.
"Why more names than faces, David?"
"They rest 're moles, I think. Your're not supposed to see 'em. I never saw 'em, myself."
Maulwurffänger is not a bulgemelon.
There was a time when Communists tried to incriminate Bob as a pinko at the very least, a running dog, one of them. They claimed for years that this was a secret copy of his rhyming dictionary. It was "stamped by the Chairman for all time" as such and so it was accepted that Bob's lyrics were not just propaganda by the Chinese masses, but actual truth.
Those who could read were forced to read this along with the Chairman's little red book. This became known as the little pink sheets. Their nefarious plan back-fired, of course.
Everyone knows Bob was a free-wheelin' type, so why would he saddle himself with a dictionary for rhymes? This was a tempest in a samovar and it went nowhere, convinced nobody, and so Bob fooled them all.
He was in fact, a deeply-buried mole, similar to Chuck Barris' role on The Gong Show at a later point in time.
It feels good to have revealed that. I learned about it from a Peace Corps dude recently returned from some newly-emergent African nation, Burt Stanley Halliburton III (RIP).
"Now the truth is out there, Scully."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bob Gmarly, he's another one we should research, long as we're hangin' round the theaters.
And Donna Douglas' real name was emphatically NOT Donna C. Douglass! That is just a stupid rumor.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I find it interesting that in a Whole Group of Seven there is nary aheadband to be found. They probably didn't have memos in those days, but if they did nobody got it.
I'll be headin' off now. Done laid around and stayed around this old divide too long.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I find it interesting that you found that but it's metuculis types who do.
A wearer of high honors for acute observation and slightly sardonic wit, tha's zBrown.
There is some explantation, no doubt the late sixties desire to be known as climbers and not as hippies, a step downwards on the Yosemite social scale.
It was a running joke. It soon turned on everyone...
Bridwell, again! Not just headbands, but bell-bottoms of cod du Roy, with codpiece by Roy's of North Hollywood. And so it went. He led. The apes aped.
Salad days for many of us.
The days of wine and roses for others.
Beer breath for most.
The rage for good Mexican food has never left the mix, either.
Fish and chips would be a good change, like the old Foghorn's on Haight.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Nawmean?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1829781&msg=1831649#msg1831649
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Tʼáá Bííchʼį́įdii
OK I'm back with reinforcments this time.
Šarūnas Petrutis & The Jolly Sherpa Girl Amid the Glacial Ice
[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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Maria Spelterini, Niagara Gorge, July 8, 1876.
She's Italian, he's Polish.
Some Canadian water and some American water below.
Nikola Tesla, Serbian, came later: an enlightened man, he understood poles and generated much good will.
Well, it's sugar for sugar
And it's salt for salt
If you go down in the flood
It's gonna be your own fault
--Bob Dylan/Reed More
Read More Bob Dylan
thdylanzone.com
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Strangest set of boots I've ever seen on a tightrope walker. Where's the guy with his hands tied?
On second thought
Silhouettes on the shades.
HPWREN Lyons Peak
HPWREN Lyons Peak Take 2
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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.. .. . . . [Click to View YouTube Video] No film not Sadly,..
or for Z it its rejoyce worthy,
if that is a thing?
but for under two hundred $$ the cumputer is like new.
I wanted to celebrate proper but wait . .
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I can not seem to find the Tags on you tube, what happened?
.....[Click to View YouTube Video]
This sucks Or is it, just what the Doctor ordered?
Less videos ?
Can/ should like to think about that!
Here then are my last last years picz from the camera just as she went on the fritz . . .
Wino ... Why no . . . wine o . . .whine, ohh .... I cannot post up pictures yet either.
Some new program that scatters the shots around to a new to me program, still needs to be up loaded.
I am told to wait until All the soft ware that I have been loading? up loading is finished and oh the newly rebuilt machine is smooth and fast. so I will go for the list method . . .C.
True new old sounds & kidzz[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ok that works. .. .. [Click to View YouTube Video]
. .. .. .. ..[Click to View YouTube Video]?>
I hope to add more, some Buster Poindexter/what is his real name? . . .
It will come back to me L0L Living on lip..Dave Edmonds?!. I said it once was it even funny?. . .. Johansen!!
.. [Click to View YouTube Video] ,, ,, .. [Click to View YouTube Video] ..
that is to end the yule season, and to place this for
. .. ..[Click to View YouTube Video]
the Norwegian.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hero in chic?buster poindexter not weedge!
Be Coors both are capable
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And clean up
[Click to View YouTube Video]
well?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Like a Rolling Stone/TOM WAITS FOR NO ONE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TeR7P7pDxk
Aloha, eh?
it was only a suggestion, perhaps useless
i meant fewer videos, not less, but hey
mom waits still loves you
wants you to know she still waits
tom waits
mom waits
for gnome, man
drink like you mean it
drink like a piano
maybe relax with a romantic adventure
somewhere in a place where it's ok to use duct tape Anyplace on Anyone
Jah, HOboken!
“peter piper picked the perfect place"
professional adventure coach/traveling companions at your service/but retired
travel coaching is the new thing in coaching"And everything looks better in black and white. Did I get it right this time, Mister?"
Bloody Shaquille/Bringing Down the House
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGRAE-y851M
Wilt who?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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You fire up the stove in the winter when there is ice forming on the windows.
you fire up and load up finding wood a good thing. Then relaxe and take in the flue rod,
to decrease the smoke out put increasing the heat output.
New England Brewings not gud but they got good coverage about the irreverently named
brew. . .Gandhi-Bot. An IPA brewskis I tried five years ago where is this News. . .
There's Rabbies in Berlin, Berlin has Rabbies!
The name and it's, . .what ? .I am calling marketing spray-
"An ideal aide for self-purification and the seeking of truth and love.!"?!?No I have not been contacted for the use of my writing.
That is a storm in a can around here right today and like my mamma,
it soon to shall pass we can only pray!
Rite you have it ? right might not be to say any more about any mother . . .or not
Mine came in a box that had been dropped by Uncle Adolphs delivery machine , a big truck.
The waves of war and the surfing of foam lead to internment camps
The placing of the whole population of sick in the desert,
Anywhere but here in the motherland.
Even a special delivery, by the way, past the falls of Niagra,
And with a stop or two
Landing In New Jersey.
I have on you, that you had one. Every body has had one. . .
Do not stub your toe or bang your Shinn.
The thin skinned will bleed - Oooh That's gotta sting.
My apologies if the plethora of videos takes all the long stone to listen to, I was inspired to post things I had noted by thier absence. absinth.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dogs don't do well on the ice. Something about opposable thumbs.
This fellow is offering $10,000 to anyone who can carry an elephant on his back and keep up with him for a whole day. Headband not requried.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Old white niggahs.
Ker-smack down the middle.
Yo, smack down the middle, yeah.
Christopher Walken
Be doin' mah talkin'
Skraight down the middle.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ah, down in Monterey/Carmel.
A land of pastels.A land of computer-generated sound and light.Fire-walking not allowed./Jump-fire at will.
Elliot Gould/Candice Bergen/Harrison Ford getting straight.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MfR9KSTM_g
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Graffiti-free kiln from around turn of the century (1900). Must be cuz you have to walk a few miles to get to it.
On the other hand you can drive to within 100 yards of this.
It's not people who did it, it's the cars that got them there.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED ABOUT THE GENOME(Gnome Ofthe Diabase)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gee, not me.
Tiny bubbles are small enough, otay?
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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One pretentious drop is enough...
Or two...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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What is a squirt??... .. . . . . . . . . . .. .. ..A Drip under pressure!
Drip Drop forget me not . . .
Drip Drop, don't forget to tie the knott!(extra T for redundancy)
. . .. .. .A Locker quote...From a n00b thread on 9/25/06
"I never climb without my four smallest "tricams"...
Also a good idea to have a few hexes...
I did not see them in any of the "Phases"...
then again, I am "Glued out" right now and buzzing big time...
I NEED BETTER VENTALATION!!!"
I was wonder ing , Locker are you Lurking? Do you carry .5 - 3 "Tricams" or like I, doubles of the pink .5 and the red #1 zeze?
oh and as to your vaporus existence, do you need more pro?http://academicdepartments.musc.edu/vpfa/operations/Risk%20Management/occpsafety/safety%20manual%20files/Respiratory%20Protection.pdf
If the situation exists today lets start a Gofundme to buy Locker a resperator so when he looks in the mirror he does not see himself this way any more
A Drip under pressure!, Z the subject that you referred to?
That is above my pay scale!
I am game to do some reading and get back to you.
My travels per your suggestion have me feeling the need to
Go back and quote another. The Original G_Gnome here on the Taco - -
When responding to the question, Who is past(RIP) that you most would like to climb with if you could? a thread that started in 08 then rejuvenated in '12 ( NO Parameters set)
The man wrote -
Jun 19, 2012 - 11:22pm PT
''Not to be a buzz kill but having known many mentioned I fear there would be a lot of disappointed people here. Most were as ordinary as most of us and those that were not were not in some pretty odd ways. I loved knowing most of them but I can think of a lot of people who are dead that I would rather talk to.''
And
Sep 25, 2006 - 01:51pm PT
"What? No quickdraws? Some of the routes you are gonna climb will have bolts to clip. You don't really want to be clipping these with 24" webbing. That just makes your next fall longer. Add some quickdraws to your rack."
Both are statements that show wisdom and the concise direct language that is best to share sage advice. So that G_Gnome is more than OK by me.
also when we were eating barrels like candy , My girl at the time worried if it would mess up her babies or maybe my sperm.
The liquid wrecked your DNA if the Rumors were true.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, marlow...
saw the drop... it reminded me of this:
i saw this by accident, on the end of an old marx brothers film...
this was in the early stages of slow mo, etc...
here you go... one drop... enough to be a 'crown' of wisdom, :))
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They cant' all be gems at 'UCB Berkeley.'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rytC4QsIiG8
Aubrey provided me with this video from Crowder.
Aubrey is the son-in-law of Zoe, my old Scrabble buddy. He and Charity have two girls, Ava Ava and Una. He shills on Telegraph selling Tee Shirts or something like it. He's not been around Merced for a long time now, since Zoe is no longer a connection. Aubrey is a slightly larger version of Throwpie, in essence.
Zoe's name was Bishop. No Mormon connection, no YV climbing connection, and no Eastside connection.
Aub's the kind of guy who posts up a video on FB on how to take a sh#t, so he's got the mindset of a Camp Foreigner. He's made a living off of art. He's near Indian Rock on the Alameda. She's a real estate agent & he's a Dos Palos boy, is why I mention him--that local connection. Family name is Ankrum. Mormons. Reminds me of T Hocking's family.
Hula trees, telling stories with their fingers.Jumbo three-stories-in-one value pack.
Over 3,000 words worth for the price of 1,000--a bargain a day keeps Old Scroogey away.
It's all about my money, biotch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7wcv9VdDRk
Here's what they were putting out when I was a college freshman.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I had a pic of a decal on a car that said all the money went to UC Berkeley. Terminology is key: UCB is the bank you owe for the UC Berkeley education Jr. is receiving.
Idiots are everywhere.
Even here in derriere land.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgiiN3VCjQM
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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AWe shoot I missed the whole trip, Goyls in Grass skirts! A sololing Master, bullets and bongs you sir know how to throw a party. Even if I am One Hundred Years late, the answer is yes. . .
I will arrive fashionably early, on 1/20/15. I will need the extra month to acclimatize.
The Minstrel is a picture reminiscent of a mid-evil time period Tarrot card; the Fool. . .
representing blind faith, good nature and a willingness to take what ever fate dishes out.
usually a 'good card although some read it differently if upside down.
If you hold your thumb just so , obscuring your view of the last window in the palm tree silhouette, picture, It looks like Side Show Bob from the Simpsons , wearing a head band!
iZod , The Polo shirt Maker Is going under. . .Iwill throw up a link. . .http://finance.yahoo.com/news/pvh-corp-announces-closing-izod-210000349.html
Bonnie does It! So here she is doing it. I imagine that Big TaD H, will like this too. . .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
So cold . . .
How cold you ask?
Living on a flat slab, as I do,
the ice forms on the inside of the windows. . .
I have to defrost my 'glass' By putting it in hot water; So as not to crack it!
So it does not crack, When I lite my 1st and last bowl.
I'm out. . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Something to talk about...
Discrow or discro??
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Signs O.D. Times
Be responsible. Don't tread on me. Nice touch.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Creator of The Caesar Salad
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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DIG it DingDing Ding!
#5700!! . . .What ? I do not win any thing?
that's alright I've got the poetry and the show of
No Way man
[Click to View YouTube Video]
we seem to share tons, Krikee, man,
that can be real for real weird!
I was serious on the every day thread and now over there I have all but confessed
C it as a post that over there fits your comment but maybe I told to much?
any who who cares in my life time I have and those that benefit from knowledge that spills out
Can take it to the bank,.
also Jesus who has trouble spelling it with his artificially swollen lips so you hear Jebus when he says his name canyou hear it ?
Or was it fat dad? or tradman? No it was 'Learning Trad', who asked if
there was a (I should quote but...) a tripping thread?
Put a link in to the flames saying we were the LSD appreciation thread!
Free speech and free association and is as is seen through the viewers eyes
Are you experienced?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Ya Tah Hey
I think it's time to upgrade my camera. Suggestions? This will aid me in proving that the mountain lion that Michele saw was actually a rock.
Would also help Fish & Game determine whether these are badger burrows or not.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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New Yuccas, from when Giants liked to kick the buttz of dem Broke lynne Dodgers.
I was aiming for trying to find for my self. . . in the scheme of things, the theme is old cars that look good
A T Boyd? Not sure what year it was when this two door was hot ?
Do tell it is a custom whip, sure looks like a white elaphat and not o say a goodknight.
XZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZZXZXZXZZXXZXZXZXZXZXZXXZXZX
Now these old vets are sweet but the ride was ruff thanks to no power steering and stiff suspension and stuff.
+ this view then and i know 'case I lived through a roll to one side in one, inside we saw sparks, outside the damage just sucked.
+another from the cute view
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Get something bug-proof.You'll want a Nikon camera and some Kodachrome. All the greens of summer & sh#t...Invent a haiku
Tell a tale...seventeen sounds...
And leave me breathless.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Spider Savage
Mountain climber
The shaggy fringe of Los Angeles
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Jan 10, 2015 - 07:20am PT
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This thread is way better than the morning paper.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2015 - 10:12am PT
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A lovingly-laid fire from Sp Svg.My father hauled the whole family to see Some Like It Hot.
Some just like it hanging,no matter the kind of music.
EXTRA!
The Journey of a Rock Climber Told Through Music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbLG0DK4f9M
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2015 - 03:14pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I can't help mentioning that I couldn't help noticing definite similarities here.
But it might jukst be my position.
What with all the hey there says, the WTFs, the be here nows, the say what theres and there you gos, they all run together into a pastiche.
A walking nightmare of phrases meant to enhance communication, not retard it, drive it into the Park Side with all the Steely Cars.
A twilit zone of shaded meanings, misinformation, and outright deceit.
Tsk-tak. Mustn't, you know...won't do.
And so, my advice is:Wink, nudge, enlightenment. That so hard?
I've probably said too much...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 10, 2015 - 03:49pm PT
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Sweet sounds never last to long on broken radios. . .
sounds on broken radios...
Every day is a winding road. .
Seeing how the future will be in the near term;
prescient thinking going on here . . .
My bed is made so in it I will! lay, and there is no other way around.
When ,
asked was that what you do? Seeing the Dawn wall action, I explained in Detail(No Modifier)
ME and my compadres go up the wall using dime edges for up ward progression.
You see all those ropes and things hanging off the wall? they are the tools of the trade, not direct Aid.
The coming storm of newly minted climbers are so good, momma dear, that they can spend weeks on a climb that has already taken years of (modifier) Determined Effort.
Major thread drift and I need some cheese to go along with this
Whine. . . but I am going down in Flames any way!!
Years Ago, #%! yrs ago! back when we climbed with Pins, hammers, & hexs and stopers.
I was not so lucky to meet up with a real back bush, muncher! Kyle Chuckler
(thanx wilbeer, my nu fav homophobic slur )
Al took advantage of my good nature. He ripped off the minimal gear that I had, while running the climbing gear counter at the EMS in Lake placid.
Then he would offer me a discount, one 'beiner if I bought four. to replace my missing gear.
He sold me the most awful Frankenstein Ice boots that were Ice boxes.
He, I and a good fellow,Tom Gara, went out and climbed 80 to 90% of some six or seven routes.
Always retreating because, Kyle had some BS problem and would not come up the final pitch of the climb.
I have never gotten over the facts:
I was climbing hard 5.10s in'79 &'80, in the Gunks and the Daks,
I have never seeked or received any credit for the climbs I did the FAs of, some were
those where he had stalled the ascents.
When the most recent guide was being put together I counted up the # of days that I could have spent climbing. The number added up to less than 80 days in the three and a half years that I kicked it around the Daks.
That being the case and that my notes of the times were that of a kid , a dead head kid who was fond of saying things like"Rippa", " wicked awesome", & "Rheal gone cat" to describe pitches, There was no way to prove what I had climbed. Still butt hurt about it though!!
joker choker early to leave Chuckler , would show me lines that he said he had sent.
Then when I got on them,
(in light mist/rain) the path was untested holds broke under my fly weight. He had straight up lied.
(Tom Rosecrans warned me . . .)
I and those who know (the old boy/grandfathering for pay thing) have some strong opinions about the start of and the reason for his well received if misguided career path.
Now it is a churn the youth for the money and hope no one figures out that the Organization is responsible . . .
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jan 10, 2015 - 04:00pm PT
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[quote]EXTRA!
The Journey of a Rock Climber Told Through Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbLG0DK4f9M[/quote]
The ending? When my hair is white, and my body (more) worn:
Oh, let that be me when I am 93!!!
Amen.
Inspiring, beautiful, resonating with my spirit. Whew!
Thank you.
Ah, wait. . .
Snowy hair, cold wind
She pulls up with strong fingers
To touch mountain snow.
:)
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2015 - 04:17pm PT
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Gunk Dak. Keb Mo. PooHooNoo.
Positively sold out.
Like old Ripp Toff, arch-rival of Joe Herb Cyclery.
At least you did not blow it with Nicole Kidman. (See the thread about a man named Locker.)
Before I get any older, I need to waste some more time.
Maybe if I just lie here now. Be here in the hay.
Allatiyam outanowhere.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqGxFd1oqfY
feralfae, it only gets harder from here, I'm afraid, but all the same I'm not afraid.
Is this the oxyironic moron talking? I'm afraid it 'tis.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jan 10, 2015 - 06:37pm PT
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Hi Mouse,
Adventurers go out and look for the challenging ascents, whether rock or spirit. Or oceans or stars. We are the ones who hear the soft song of the unknown, and we follow the harmony that resonates within us. Or we are not adventurers.
if we were not adventurers, we would not be talking here among others who explore and adventure.
Of course it gets harder from here, but the view gets better. :) I think the rewards are worth the tough pitches, and besides, sometimes, sometimes, I discover a spot of level, wide, south-facing ledge when I least expected it. A sanctuary for the spirit and the body. I know they don't last forever, but it is a comfort to know the warm ledges are there.
Carry on, carry on . . . feralfae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 10, 2015 - 07:13pm PT
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Do y'all remember BITD when you had to watch a whole bunch of commercials in order to enjoy your "free" TV?
Contrast with now when you can enjoy watching those selfsame commercials for only $70.00/month to your cable provider.
COX(Suckers) TV brought to you by ex-Microswift-dude.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 10, 2015 - 08:09pm PT
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STFU&D.
[Click to View YouTube Video]THIS ONE IS FOR PSILOCYBORG aka "SauceMan." I will search it out and read it.
It's all you can do, is to keep on dancin'.
At a certain age, a lack of the old control in the vertical plane due to one thing and many others; add in the view that there are no horizons because of smog; toss in a modicum of occasional loss, lack of funds, and nothing much to watch on TV, and you are bound to pay the price, the ever-increasing fee, but the rent on the modem never changes, SIR.
Said with honesty and some candor, but not a bit of wax on the envelope...or glue. Verdad. Got to give it up, sometimes.
[Click to View YouTube Video]All for the sugar.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 11, 2015 - 05:56am PT
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I was feeling immensely patriotic the pathos that seeing and hearing the Boy's singing
the national anthem (that needs capitals but that's a different ball team.) really choked me.
I got misty eyed and had to take a Duce.
Did you mean the real Nichole or do you kid man?
just to add that why L that form of the feminin is very desirable,
you have met the one that I let get away!
by gnome that's what the Dr ordered, a return to see the facelift picture that hit like
"the cold kiss at the end of a hot fist,"
Her simple sweetness was so much of a gift in a summer of my extended youth.
She showed up with a foil, a Kidman like blond who towered ore' me ,my eyes met the curl of her neck.
but she had a over hang to die for to climb it was sure to be the feat of the summer.
After a taste I passed, and then the two returned a third time! We climbed at my secret spot watched the sunset intertwined, and spent that night sharing! Sweet Bliss I had Arrived . . .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
That almost every man that swings that way would have gone for the Marilyn look alike,,
Did not sway me.
I had tasted the corn fed blond type repeatedly. and was a bit board with the broad cushion and milky thighs.
The lure of the exotic, the excitement in her that she the Gaurd chick had scored the prize!
Made the summer all the more passionate, an emotional share.(there.. it was the bestEver)
I've never not said so for all the world to know I Was out on the"Bank" the day that she visited last!
We missed each other ; She at my front door being stood up, me out on MillBrook being sandbagged.
Took more thana forty footer off Square Meal I regret not repeating a climb named Schemeil
and being home to meet her. That was my longest fall(link Super Topo thread)
still falling.,,,
she felt the summer had passed I had served and sustained her. Given her the confidence to man up and lead 5.7 and in the gunks that was5.8 almost every climb.
I will say that my memories of that summer of guiding and those three women
(soo much to tell of that thirdgoyle) are the sweet spot and stand out only pailing to my current Love.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 11, 2015 - 07:20am PT
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Damnit, cheeba among us! I just wrote the finish and it did I not post . . . phuck!
here I'll try to recreate but that is never great in fact it is sure to suck
Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?
Do I care ? do you? that share up ther is likely to get us both written off, well, I already am
(written off)
I am already.
To those that know it reads like a crowing in the barn yard . A piggy boykaman strutting?
That is not why or what I ment,
It was not the intent as I was the messenger of the story of the past.
Love stories,Cliff notes, as the Craig turns. Yabolike triangles, drawn in the dust now blown from the path. the winners were the women and the lives they dashed. The girls were the Heros we were just tools of the VICkTors.
One of the founding fathers of private land trust law, was my mentor , well really his wife.She was a bathing beauty in the fifties. A winner of the Miss Norway pagent that was sponsored by Fish.(Actually, Sardines) Thier son and I were at first restricted to crag one. The oldest evidence , prehistoric, of climbing was high over water at the edges of these ledges there are great lines. Now completely covered by lichen they all fell to two boys stuffed in layers of socks, in old back,then,Austrian leather 'Kletter'shoes. Gold line, bonnotti 'bieners, stubai and soft wafer pins. We immediately got ... EBs after 5th grade.
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Do you lurk here Fish ?? if you do Tanks for the tank tuff Atom Smasher and it's still going strong!
Only boardom and pro deals got me using any thing else.
Fish products rule!
MEH it is as I knew it would be pointless to try to go back and recreate the stream of the stream of flowing modifiers adjectives and adverbs snatched from all over
I do not take direction well even from Clint.... he the one on super taco not Eastwood, man
That is a shame because the coming ST. man Clint is a finest example of balance knowledge and history.
well it is so ther it is,
Merde'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2015 - 07:46am PT
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Thank you for sharing that message here, Andy.
There just might be a social studies study to be made from this.
Why do we feel guilty doing what our predecessors logically had to have done for us to be here alive and in health right now today?
I'm only askin' why, babe, I don't need to hear your song.
I'd just like to sit and rub your toes, babe, hear your woes, babe,
So how can that be wrong?
I'm not askin' for you to bathe, no, and I don't want to be your slave,
Just wiggle them toes and do it all night...
Another drop in the photobucket.
Looks like a wee sihouetted gnome!
Looks like quite an adventure!
http://www.facebook.com/delhirock
^^^I was cast onto the beach while surfing this morning, found this and wondered about which Delhi they spolken. It's New DelHee, India, and not DelHigh, CA--lotta rupees, lotta Singhs; lotta grapes and growing things.
"Bloody mordor, frodo, it's a climbing gym!"
"May as well be a litter box, gandalf!"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 11, 2015 - 08:56am PT
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Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow" ?
I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren"
Country'll grow.
The country did in fact grow. Pretty sage that rZimmerman fellow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2015 - 09:15am PT
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Ill health for a lovely Swedeheart brought on by being knocked down by a Dane...so Euro-stereotypical!
Lollie!
Swedish Bikini Team party foul!!!!
But the Queen of Cool is Brigitte Bardot, the ultimate 20th C. Fox in my bewk.
Doors/Lighting Fires for Mlle. BB
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2_pHG_Mtkw
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2015 - 09:49am PT
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Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?
Do I care ? do you? that share up ther is likely to get us both written off, well, I already am
(written off)
I am already.
To those that know it reads like a crowing in the barn yard . A piggy boykaman strutting?
That is not why or what I ment,
It was not the intent as I was the messenger of the story of the past.
Men are fickle. Women is losers. The Finger of Fate is fickle. You figure it out and get back to me every thousand years or so...
The pitches may be hard and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran it out was too insane
We'll try again, again, and again
Oh tell me where your free climb lies
These cliffs are friends that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather try
The crystal holds are very small
A thousand pulls, a thousand falls
A thousand dawns, I've spent some time
When we get done, I'll sure feel fine
--The Doors - Crystal Ship
Miss Janis/Men Ain't Winners, but Women Is Loser (sic)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_HEJPyuNFA
This is a good side, you should listen.^^^
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 11, 2015 - 11:27am PT
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Not your father's (nor mine for that matter) PT Cruiser.
Lightweight aluminun, 55 lumen, inexpensive, L.E.D. flashlight. Apparently, although 55 is better than a lot of L.E.D. flashlights it still is not great, but you can see where you're stepping. You can buy a 350 lumens light for $30 vs this one for $4.
Excellent for when those 22-mile hikes get started after noon and it's dark trying to find your way home. Mountain Lion repellant? Who knows. M went ahead and ordered the big can of bear spray just in case.
EDIT:
Well I just bid on a 500 lumen model - stay tuned. Guess what? It's from China. OK final price was $5.50 free shipping. Wonder when it will arrive.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 11, 2015 - 11:56am PT
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Alot easier to buy than a flame thrower that's for sure. Aluminum, light weight. Couldn't get a lumens number.
EDIT: I've just been informed that the 20 oz. bottle of Srirachi is only $3.99. I wonder how far it shoots. BTW, where is Ron Anderson?
EDIT-MO: Even old honky gangs are arming up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 11, 2015 - 03:26pm PT
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Or maybe you need Davy.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Jan 11, 2015 - 05:36pm PT
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i dont mean to be relivin' the past, but I just got to say wow that anthem video......what a special moment. Sent a chill up my spine. They nailed it!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Jan 11, 2015 - 05:59pm PT
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I remember Mathis' camp 4 bear boobytrap....a can of spray starch smeared with honey.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 11, 2015 - 06:33pm PT
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You heard it here second. On the SD news channel I was just informed that when it's raining "you can't slow down as fast".
Some folks just don't get it and keep right on dancing in the rain.
http://i500.listal.com/image/4991633/600full.jpg
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2015 - 02:24am PT
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Solomon Snyder, neuroscience guy
http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/hmn/w06/feature1.cfm
Sol "Good" Snyder, classical guitar guy
Influential in our lives like you can't believe.
Ask Doug Robinson.
Timmy O'Neill, climbing guy
An article I turned up in the 2000 AAJ. Quite impressive and first-rate armchair stuff.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 12, 2015 - 07:34am PT
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↑ ↑
Some folks are recommending a dose as high as one teaspoon of turmeric with each meal.
Public service msg#2 don't forget to click to enlarge that article upstream if your intention is to read it.
With the rather large budget expenditures for homeland security, if you're not feeling safe, why not move there?
However, as with all govt. programs, the results may not be as anticipated.
You may be murdered, assaulted or burgled, but your car is probably safe and you probably won't be raped in it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2015 - 09:00am PT
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Find David Byrne a city to live in...[Click to View YouTube Video]
Not Delhi, CA., not Uno, CA., and not Tapio, CA.
Seek solitude, not Sikhs...there goes Livingston, CA. Too close to Delhi, CA., anyway. And not enough parking.
Farming is a dangerous occupation. Farm at your own risk.
Raising chickens, though...it's what Livingston is for.
There's even a brown rice factory. Or is that in Bermingham, AL.? Was it Memphis? I'm sooo tired.
10:30 PM
Monday, January 12, 2015 (GMT+5:30)
Time in Sangli, Maharashtra, India
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2015 - 09:14am PT
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feel the heat
feel the humidity[Click to View YouTube Video]sooner or later the fever ends
and I end up feeling down
Ellie Hawkins and the Rev jive at an Obsidian Flat CG gathering.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 12, 2015 - 09:32am PT
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( Received on August 5, 1991 )
Abstract: The effect of curcumin administration in reducing the serum levels of cholesterol and lipid peroxides was studied in ten healthy human volunteers, receiving 500 mg of curcumin per day for 7 days.
A sifnigicant [Indian spelling] decrease in the level of serum lipid peroxides (33%), increase in HDL Cholesterol (29%), and a decrease in total serum cholesterol (11.63%) were noted.
As curcumin reduced serum lipid peroxides and serum cholesterol. the study of curcumin as a chemopreventive substance against arterial diseases is suggested.
First human study I found. Note that 500 mg of curcumin adds up to a whole lot of turmeric. The study on constituents of turmeric I found measured curcumin in turmeric powder at 3.14%.
Interestingly, the change in HDL these folks found is right in line with Michele's results and she was only taking about 1/2 teaspoon each of ginger and turmeric.
EDIT: The proverbially slow boat to/from China. My estimated date of arrival for the flashlight is Jan 29 - Mar 10.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 12, 2015 - 11:02am PT
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DMT, can't see a one of your photos.
Sorrier than when Gus lost cuttin' cards, shore 'nuf.
I was gonna post this. I was feeling pretty damn kumbaya-like.[Click to View YouTube Video]
And here sits my ideel. With photos I can't view. Sh#t,
Yeah, Psycho-related Merced, a connection to the lady in the Bates Motel shower, resistant to friendly persuasion, apparently, and paying the price...
Showers are overrated, like the enjoyment one gets from playing slots. (Don't try to understand, just gowiththeflow.)
Enjoy life on a Dali basis.I'm not recommending turmeric for what ails. Bleed between my lines.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 12, 2015 - 08:00pm PT
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Well for what it's not worth. I can see all the photos. My only question is who owns the copyrights, right?
On another front, I once encountered Tommy James (not Jesse or Frank) on the steps of the Student Union Building at UC Merced.
I offered to buy this camera if she would sign it. waiting to hear back.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 12, 2015 - 08:06pm PT
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This ia a rare one. I took this one on the steps of The Lourve.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2015 - 07:30am PT
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Just a Wave, You're Not the Water by good old Jimmy Dale Gilmore
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIgg_QjJCxQ
And to answer the persistent rumor that RA has taken his self off to die in the boonies like some wounded coyote: it is totally bogus.
He said so in an email some time back around New Years.
He's just disgusted.
Happy Trails, Ron!!!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 13, 2015 - 08:23am PT
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Correction. Since there are no steps at The Lourve, it must have been on a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Ms Bardot and I trick-or-treating (taken from tripod or drone). Talk about silhousttes.
Pedro, Pablo & Brigette
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2015 - 11:32am PT
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Hoots for steps ascended by millions of boots of Spanish leather.
Ole for the fog which never rises.Ding-a-ling for the bell which tolls for thee.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Ah, French class...my teacher, Mr. Butler, was a former Mormon mercenary in Paris as a young man, seeking bragging rights as an elder in the Saints' assembly.
"Connaissez-vous les saints des derniers jours, woo-woo?"
"Que diriez-vous votre sœur ? At-elle entendu parler des saints des derniers jours, ooh-la-la?"
The late Mr. A. Bay Butler, it turned out later, was my brother-in-law Oly's cousin.
He died at an early age, despite his latter-day-ness.
Early or late, we all meet our fates,
Coming back here, or through pearly gates.
Puberty means comparisons on a basic level.
"My tie is longer, more hip, cost more, too. And the ladies love it, too!"
Jerry Garcia Band/I'm a Road-Runner Baby Featuring Nicky Hopkins, ace sideman, on this track.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tbjPbROPaY
"Who else could stretch a three minute song into a 12 minute masterpiece and rock it with this much conviction the whole way through, without ever letting things get boring? The reprise (9:09) is epic."
Indeed.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 13, 2015 - 12:01pm PT
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It’s estimated roughly 100 trillion microorganisms reside within our intestines, about 10 times more than the total number of human cells comprising our bodies.
So the buzz in SD is how UCSD has just landed the premier microbiome researcher, Rob Knight (not Bob Knight the chair chucker). He comes from Boulder CO. to UCSD because
"... UC San Diego really has a unique combination of high-perfomance computing, immunology, excellent clinical researchers and biobanks, natural products chemistry, metabolomics, and, recently, a gnotobiotic mouse facility (which allows tests of hypotheses about which microbes are important).
I bet they don't_got_ona_doz in Merced, or do they.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2015 - 12:45pm PT
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Vapor lines are cool, in the air or on the ground.
Yes, Ron, enjoy them dirty hippies!
You can probably smell 'em almost as well as Sally could, depending.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 13, 2015 - 01:32pm PT
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Seems to be some unusual stuff floating around on the Internet today.
New Delhi: The Aghoris are a Shaivite Hindu sect, mostly composed of ascetic sadhus.
They are, for instance, known to engage in post-mortem ritual.
They also often dwell in cremation grounds, have been witnessed smearing cremation ashes on their bodies, and have been known to use bones from human corpses for crafting skull bowls (which Shiva and other Hindu deities are often iconically depicted holding or using) and jewellery.
Aghoris have have their own style of worshipping which is very secretive.
They are very simple and intuitive.
They have fair expressions for everything and don’t have any feeling of discrimination in their minds.
Strangely they like eating rotten flesh of any being just like they enjoy any other cooked meal.
When they like someone, get happy with someone, they give them everything.
http://www.indiatvnews.com/news/india/know-about-the-shocking-world-of-aghori-tantriks-31115.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2015 - 03:33am PT
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ST <3 SD
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Super Dave Oz-born.
He does the Bandaloop routines free-solo and New Dawn is just a yawn.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 14, 2015 - 06:46am PT
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hey there say, mouse... say, thanks for the like, and the mention...
i had forgot... years back, i remember hearing this term in an old movie:
sand-hogs, was it?... right? *we cam check, later...
is that what they were called, those men that
dug these huge tunnels... whewwww.... :O
thanks for the new tunnel pic, there...
edit:
will go read the link, soon... got to sleep, first...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2015 - 07:42am PT
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neebee, I doubt that in the Caldecott's construction that there were problems of an atmospheric nature, such as "the bends." This malady involves increased nitrogen gas levels in the blood which need to be adjusted slowly back to surface pressure after the body has been at prolonged depths before "re-entry" into normal pressures.
Scuba divers need to "decompress" in a chamber which reduces pressure gradually when or if they cannot do it as they rise to the surface.
Sierra Ledge Rat, who is an experienced diver and a physician, would know most all there is about the procedure. I know of it only by having read two of Clive Cussler's books just this past couple of weeks.
The Caldecott's bores are probably a few hundred feet ABOVE sea level, you see.
"Sand hogs" are the tunnel workers who must go for most of their shift down below sea level in places like NYC and Boston. Although these don't seem like such great depths, the human body doesn't react at all well when exposed for nearly eight hours to depth pressures.
There are "sand hogs" on every golf course, too. Boomer, my dad, played a regular game of golf with three other fellows for decades on Wednesday, and he always cringed when paired with one of the three, because he just could not manage his game in sand traps and his scores showed this pattern. On the plus side, he could putt well, probably better than Boomer, truth be told.
[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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Jan 14, 2015 - 07:56am PT
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There were others who saw this, but were on their way to work and don't have cell phones or I'm sure it would have been reported a bit earlier.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 14, 2015 - 08:04am PT
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NO nitrogen bubbles here.
During a recent meeting between HPWREN Principal Investigator Hans-Werner Braun and CDF Captain Steve Shoemaker at the Helitack base at Gillespie Field, collaborations regarding data networking technology for both the station and the aircraft were discussed.
Apparently Der Herr has been moonlighting. You'd think with his penchant for accuracy he'd demand a correction of Han- to Herr, wouldn't you?
That's the High Performance Research and Education Netwrok.
HPWREN PI Werner Braun is ready for the flight. CDF rules require wearing fire protecting Nomex clothing and a flight helmet.
Feel free to fast foward through. It's kind of like watching the grass grow only worse. You'd think these scientists would have heard about time-lapse compression.
-P.K. Zip
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2015 - 11:22am PT
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This is apparently now The Smoke, a new thread.
Nice little flare-up the last two or so minutes.
Fireweed in your lawn?
Call Herr Werner Braun.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2015 - 05:10pm PT
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TO TOMMY C. and KEVIN J., the best days of your lives, guys!
Congratulations from the whole gang here!
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Party at...????
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2015 - 05:52pm PT
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More cities, please, fewer woods and leas.
Akron's a start.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Warren Gamaliel Harding was from Ohio.
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Jan 14, 2015 - 07:15pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 14, 2015 - 07:16pm PT
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Those fellas (Tommy and Kevin) aren't even 40 years old. What are they gonna do for an encore? Where they from .. er .. were they born?
In the city?
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Gene
climber
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Jan 14, 2015 - 07:25pm PT
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Hey Mouse.
You get your parts put back together yet?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 14, 2015 - 08:10pm PT
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Gene, the ride to Fresburg collapsed, I have another appt. for pre-op shite in about two weeks.
Vern failed to meet me on the second, didn't call, and when I called him that night, he said his alarm failed, there is a hole in one of his tires (same ones that were on the Red Roadent when I sold it to him.)
He's not the type of friend I need, so I'm not giving them any more chances to screw me over. They owe me lots on the car still, and this month I've not received the half payment they have been making for most of last year, nor has Vern contacted me about it.
I'm damned pissed and looking to repo the car soon.
I'm hanging in there with the twinges, but the coughing is bad and I can't see me going anyplace or doing anything strenuous at all till this is fixed.
I'm a homebody and taking it real real slow.
You know, watching the Dawn Wall epic has not been high on my agenda, because?
1. I figured they would make it if the weather held and there were no injuries.
2. I'm so out of it physically that I can't even imagine my making it up a "dead 5.0" at this point and watching them do such extreme things really twists me.
But I feel a lot of pride in these California Natives who are so "attached" to their project. And I can't believe that it's been 46 yrs. since I watched Warren and Dean climb over the rim to all the hoopla.
Here is a very good link from the Fresburg station about the shebang. Interviews with Tommy's lady, Kevin's dad, and their pal Alex Honnold.
http://abc30.com/news/yosemite-free-climbers-reach-summit-of-el-capitan-in-groundbreaking-feat-/475396/
zBrown, this link may answer your questions pretty well.^^^
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2015 - 09:05am PT
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What song are you listening to right now?Won't ya make some peach cobbler for dessert, at least, Ma?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hey, I'm really a country mouse, not the urban kind.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 15, 2015 - 11:50am PT
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Last time I checked there were only 2181 posts with the exact phrase "Dawn Wall".
You need deeper analysis than that? I'm writing a tutorial on Internet Research fot the Aspiring STaco Poster.
I'm planning on releasing it timed to correspond with the LMPL Marijuana book, which I hear is closer to publication that it was yesterday.
Anyway, as far as posts go, we had to put this up to keep the pigs from coming in and grabbing our waves.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 15, 2015 - 12:19pm PT
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Please and Thank You this is a big deal for a family man. . .I am going to buy this Olympus SZ-17 16MP CMOS 3" LCD 24X Optical Zoom 4GB SD !
Please;
Can anyone bash this rig? Is it worth $159.00?? To me it seems a good deal new with 4gig card.
Will It freeze??
Not Take Any Shock?
Will it die of fright at the sight of the drops I will be Looking at?
Try and tell my why not to get this camera, is there a better deal?
Thank You!
This Olympus SZ-17 Digital Camera bundles features a compact point-and-shoot digital
camera with a 16MP COMS sensor, powerful 24x optical zoom lens and a host of great features
for amazing everyday digital photography. The wide optical zoom with 48x super resolution
makes it easy to capture spectacular close-ups and detailed shots from a distance. A focal
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focus making it ideal for shooting pets and kids. Capture breathtaking panoramic views in 1
frame, all at a simple touch while a variety of scene modes help you to achieve the best results.
Along with a hand iAuto function that scans the scene and automatically selecting the settings
for you. A 3" Live View LCD screen with adjustable brightness and protection panel makes it
easy to shoot striking high definition movies with sound in 1080p resolution at 30 fps. You can
also maximize the frame-by-frame quality for high-speed shooting and at 240 fps, you can slow
the shot down and view it in brilliant slow-motion on an HDTV. Plus, a 1 touch record button
makes shooting a breeze. Best yet, TruePic V image processing engine lets you capture stills and movies simultaneously.
Product Features:
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24X wide-angle optical zoom lens for shooting lengths from wide-angle to super-telephoto
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Dual Image Stabilization combines Sensor-Shift Image Stabilization with high ISO sensitivity to compensate for the blurring effects of camera movement
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Multi-Motion Movie IS image stabilization helps to reduce blur created by camera movement
3" Live View LCD screen with adjustable brightness and a protection panel
High-speed continuous shooting at 1.5 frames per second up to 200 images at full resolution or 3 fps for up to 3 frames
Hand-Held Starlight Mode captures multiple images and stitches them together into one photo
Other features include HDR, AF Tracking, Panorama Mode, Magic Art Filters, Playback Edit Effects and shooting assist functions
Compatible with SD, SDHC, SDXC and Eye-Fi (4GB SD card included)
Includes camera, lithium-ion battery, AC adapter, USB cable, hand strap, carrying case, 4GB SD card, quick start guide and instruction CD
Warranty
(Model V102102BU010)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2015 - 02:56pm PT
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richly colored
focal length of 25-600 mm
compact
sounds like it's worth the money
that's my two cents
have you a really GOOD tripod?
it will make a world of difference because it just will
if i had the cash, i'd lay aside the canon and get one
but that's just me and i'm guy who hates shopping
i'm the guy who has no family to keep fed, clothed and warm
i would have no reason to regret the purchase every single time that i clicked the shutter like you may
i'm putting the guilt trip on you, Gnome
i don't know what you do for a living
nor how much dinero you bring home
if i did know then i could put you on a better guilt trip yet
or you could just shop around
Miracles/Shop Around
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQGXa3FiXKM
you should listen to mama, actually...
in case Patrick Sawyer is looking in, this is YV when simply "draped with snow."
it's mellow, but there's no comparison with a real dumping
check your email, Gnome
i've sent you some tunas
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 16, 2015 - 02:05am PT
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That right there,^^is were i would love to be! ~ well not right now but in late spring or late fall..(is that Bushido? and was i supposed to go deep as I did not)
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As to the Question What Is Next I know you care less and less, but since you did not ask, What might get free d next on ElCap? .
Born Under a Bad Sign?, Chinese Water Torture? The Water Fall Route?
Three Two Free??
/.,..,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,., .... . ../Not You And NOT me
but seams . . .
that might go free?!!
So many years ago I had to stop to count...
I was the ward of the family Shinn.
They were the electrical as well as very Merrill lynch.
My pal was the youngest boy of a family of four older goyls,
his personal confusion not withstanding he came from a family of giants.
Big as in all over six/four tall. Mother, Father, not twins just catholic and so
they had five kids,. . . two by 'mistake?'
That is how we victims relate, it is in the family pudding
Earthquake, breaking news . . . we find in common what we find in ourselves that remains
Unresolved!
Singing the blues ?? well you have to suffer to sing'em sweet. and sir that suffering I salute!
the family that is not mine that lives far north of you in Lodi ,
well,
should the cousin by marriage,
a guy named Rob Petzold!? really, strange,
-climbing name-, and I feel that they must in someway be related?(to Paul of Wyoming )
back to my point . . .if you need me to yank some string and ask a stranger for a ride??
You should shop around for better!
My mamma told me, you had better shop around,
I tried to buy off mine but that only lasted for so long. . .
My mamma told tales on me, you can not buy a new mom.
I had better shop around
but she goes south
not far enough
but past Curaçao,
Not Corasow, that does not exist,
Corseaux is in Switzerland
they have the schwizzel granite, aye?
And a too high cost of living . . .Nay e
that is how the vow breaks !
Mother in-law wears red to the wedding,
gambles away the education and gives em'
Calendars from the oil company for Christmas
And calls to rub it in . . .
Protect the children, be glad the wife loves yor rotting soul. . .
they would all leave me and sweet mum too. . .
if her sisters were not worse or if I were a Jew!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 16, 2015 - 04:27am PT
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She , The Jay That Bays*, and roughly does not like being called Phatt! says"
hey if you can make 'im write again, 'the do not judge a family tree', by the gumption of the slackers look instead to the lack of hair among the bastardsWTFdoes any of this all mean? and then there is that!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Nils & Marc with Eric . . .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
That was the encore the Intro is heard on the video of the song. . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ5sdDIsWUA
The whole show is the goods if you like the fuzzhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGRaQVO27rI&list=RDLGRaQVO27rI#t=4
*bay (beɪ)
n
1. a deep howl or growl, esp of a hound on the scent
2. at bay
a. (of a person or animal) forced to turn and face attackers: the dogs held the deer at bay.
b. at a distance: to keep a disease at bay.
3. (Military) bring to bay to force into a position from which retreat is impossible
vb
4. (intr) to howl (at) in deep prolonged tones
5. (tr) to utter in a loud prolonged tone
6. (tr) to drive to or hold at bay
[C13: from Old French abaiier to bark, of imitative origin]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2015 - 05:02am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]"I recognize this animal. We'd roast them over a flame pit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious."--Drax the Destroyercluck
cluck
noun
1.
the characteristic short, guttural sound made by a hen.
a short, guttural sound made by a person to express concern or disapproval.
"Loretta gave a cluck of impatience as Ferdy fumbled the football with his frozen fingers. 'That's twice this quarter, he's gotta go,' she thought."
2.
NORTH AMERICAN informal
a stupid or foolish person.
"a cluck too lazy to put up clotheslines, try new lines, or lace his tennies"
verb
1.
(of a hen) make a short, guttural sound.
"I recognize this animal, too. We'd roast them over a flame pit as well. Their flesh was quite delicious. Since this Guardian thing, I've gone vegan and so has Drax."--Rocket
Keep dancin', like old Footlooose himself, is all I can say.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 16, 2015 - 07:32am PT
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When i was into growing...Ice,(works for both)
I used chicken wire as the base to build up frozen layers.(protect babes n' roots)
Especially at the Top (what sent me sailing most likely as not)
On the fence wire I would drive lost arrows, and pre placed loops of rope that were both anchors and pro.
My mixed climbs were Garbage Fresh, in years that past.
Back when we had seeven foot of snow ya know.
A, G.F.A.I.T.H. ; Gargage Fresh Ascent, Insight of The Highway,
that'll teach me if nuttin' will!,
The time for playing on ice is over.
Say it enough times on the inter webs and it's tru, becomes true infact and true.
Did you see that comment from Qitnl?
back in a bit or not What Was Up With The Half Dome Shot??
AL MAQTAA?
Al MaQuaTT?:Parquate, what got sprayed on your pot? Aviation fuel??
Dentil suicide in a bag?, & Drunken Van??
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2015 - 03:34pm PT
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Siegel-Shchwall Band/Bring It With You When You Come
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNO1CZZo8p4
I'd tell you about that Half Dome NWF shot, lifted from an article or write-up of a girdle traverse starting on the right and ending higher on the NW Buttress, but like they say in Ingle Land, I put the "bewk a-why, bewk a-why, bewk a-why." Or maybe it sounds more Ozzy that why, waddya sigh?
And the Al Maquatts are just sweet chewies with sesame seeds and goo used as a dip for the stuffed date. There's a variety made with almonds, too.
The farmers round here call 'em a'monds, not almonds. And they don't use any damned federally-approved quat on their crops, not like the A-rabs.
We're still in "the country," and we're still gonna paint the Male Ox blue or my name's not Bunyoon Litella, who is Emily's "yoost a bee."
And you thought she was the Virgin Emily Litella, maybe? You never imagined her hanging all over some good-lewkin' fella (BL) until his attention was distracted by a lady selling donuts at midnight out at the Oasis Orange on 99 and he dumped her like a bucketful of old orange rinds.
You got your troubles, I have nine.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Putting faces to the voices that you've known all these decades, it's The Fortunes, pet band of Mistress Fate. And one of Miss Emily's favorites, tew.
Next you'll be asking WTF is up with ^^^ No ducks were in this still picture, so no ducks were harmed in shooting this still picture.
vvv Nor were any fowl harmed in these next shots, neither.The Double Eagle could not be here today. Held over in Jackson, Amador Co., for the weekend.
"So, Miss Litella, what do you think of the free-climb of the Swan Wall?"
"Never mind."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 16, 2015 - 04:10pm PT
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Just boning up on my wildlife(different from wild life)after seeing this.
Neither of these is a mouse nor in Flames. What are they doing here?
As part of our Semi-Official Badger Patrol duties we're supposed to look for holes like this (with or without the cat).
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 16, 2015 - 06:18pm PT
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hey there say... mouse... tonight, this now my time, to salute my daddy...
thank you for letting me, in advance:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY, though you are not here... i salute you, with this powerful piece... hoping that you now know the wonders that we do not know yet--the wonders that hold the whole universe together and made mankind... beethoven saw a glimpse... and i know he now knows... i love and miss you, daddy... thank you for your love, to me, when i was a baby, and through all my hard times, into being a young woman, and then mother, and then a person before god... all in all, YOUR little girl... you are never to be forgotten... thank you for the love of this music... thank you dear jesus for my daddy... this just came onto the radio, too, for YOUR birthday, of all times to do... i salute with my glass of wine, too, as i sadly DO miss you...
see you all a bit later...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2015 - 07:35pm PT
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enjoy the wine and any tears and smiles that come...
nine, IX, neuf, nueve, ni...
that number comes around more often than one would expect
and two would probably agree, not to mention the odd even numbers.
your daddy is listening
ludwig nee von beethoven, pearless wonder ludwig could not
"he can't hear you" is the last line in this clip from one of Gary Old Man's best roles as the composer of moonlight sonata, pretty much my favorite piece by LVB.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
but your daddy's listening...
he grocks (that's a clockwork orange word made up by the author, Anthony Burgess Shale)
"I am Groot" (that's what Groot always SAYS but it's not what he MEANS)
referencing the movie Guardians of the Galaxy, neebee, so as not to confuse you too much...you have a Friday night glass with your dad and we'll be hear when you come back.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2015 - 09:00pm PT
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I saw this Get Fuzzy strip but can't load it.
getfuzzy2040678040914.gif
frame one
Satchel Pooch: Ooo, a skunk! What team's mascot is a skunk?
Mike: That's the Wisconsin badger. Don't say his name out loud.
Bucky the Siamese Cat: Good call. It must have the filthiest, evilest name possible.
frame two
Satchel is looking at a stuffed mascot doll with a label which reads "Bucky Badger."
frame three
Satchel: Oh, ha ha ha ha...naughty!
Mike: He-he.
Bucky: Pshh. Badgers? We don't need no steenkin' badgers!
[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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Jan 17, 2015 - 01:40am PT
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Fish Story.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2015 - 03:05am PT
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What's up next?
The Mexican Flag?
Epic Struggle of Badger & Eagle?
Russian Bear, Crying Dragon?
Song of the North & South?
I've got a wonderful feeling it will be Disney.
Nope, fraid not. Just more cows.
Did you know The Great Train was robbed in New Jersey, and not in the Pacific or Mtn. Time Zone? Indeed. Ask Edison. He said he'd be here directly.
Eastside Cattle and West Slope Cows.Eastdide elks.Mariposa herd.Herd instinct in humans.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2015 - 03:48am PT
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"Sweeden?"
The prize, The Big Bunny.
No rules. Bar room style. No tags. No logging chains, though.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Mountaineering/altitude gain is where you find it.
Timms Hill is the highest natural point in the U.S. state of Wisconsin. Located in north-central Wisconsin in Timms Hill County Park in the Town of Hill in Price County, Timms Hill has an elevation of 1,951.5 ft (595 m).
Timms Hill is capped with a tall lookout tower offering breath-taking views of the surrounding area. It is less than 1 mile (1.6 km) south of Highway 86, about midway between Ogema and Spirit and about 23 miles (37 km) west of Tomahawk.
By way of the ten-mile Timms Hill Trail, Timms Hill connects to the Ice Age Trail,[3] a National Scenic Trail stretching 1,000 miles (1,600 km) in the state of Wisconsin that is administered by the National Park Service.[4]
--Wiscopedia
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 17, 2015 - 06:19am PT
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Too cold this morning, How cold you ask ?
The heat from shingles feels warm . . .it's passing,
like the weather. tie should warm thingz up[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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Jan 17, 2015 - 12:15pm PT
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Whoa, way to go O. Marlow-ow!
I can't fake the surprise, the shock, the awe I feel for this recommendation, The Flame Alphabet.
Every drunk poet, every blind author, every senseless idiot should at least take a stab at this bewk! It sounds like a sight for sore eyes, pardon me while I psychedelicize.
When, in the course of rodent events, one can put it no better without going on at much greater length, involving a partner is often a good idea, which as far as I KNOW FOR CERTAIN has been tried with wonderful success in Argentina, although in the USA, I sort of doubt it.
The advice to Fonda from Bruce Dern, his "guide" in the movie The Trip, 1967, comes to mind: "Whatever happens, just go ahead and die."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Have you noticed the credit given to Sr. Norman Thomas di Giovanni for having translated the work of Sr. Jorge Luis Borges? It usually reads something like, "Translated from the Spanish by NTdG."
Sr. di Giovanni was much more than a translator, more like a collaborator. Remember, Sr. Borges was blind, the blind author with a huge library, not a word of which he could read.
I can imagine some scenes from this literary partnership, but not for this post.
It is also amusing to imagine scenes from a similar partnership "on the rocks," (the rocks of marital ruin, the seawall of partnership betrayal, the reefs of neglect, the talus of the various Lovers Leaps of the world.)
These anatomical geographic features lie near the entrances to the San Pedro harbors, they sit submerged in the Golden Gates, some lurk in the Hampton Roads, they zealously guard the Verazzano Narrows, and dot the St. Lawrence Seaways of our lives, providing our journeys with some of the spice of life with fear of death.
Gram Parsons & International Submarine Band/Blue Eyes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rf38finhzPk
The Electric Flag/Peter's Trip [not that hot]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eqp7n_M31Rc
The Electric Flag/Fine Jug Thing [a much better effort]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGtcFxlamS0
I probably paid a buck fifty to see this in the lovely city of San Diego when it was released. I was an honors student at USNTC Schools Command, Basic Electricity & Electronics...but not for long. I essentially began dropping out at this time, eventually going to San Francisco's Island of Treasure, which lies in the center of the heart of Baghdad by the Bay's bay.
I was nexus-sized. The Bay of San Francisco di A, The Valley of Yosemite. The Peninsula of Monterey, with Merced at the center.
I'm having cute little flashbacks as I ramble, dictating to Lauren Recall, my amanuensic doll, while Melanie Melonsugar listens and smirks in the corner, looking up from her Notebewk every so often to say, "Right on" or "What BS."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2015 - 12:44pm PT
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If I had eleven, I'd be climbing elevenses, maybe twelveses, while doing the dozens.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Cheap suits, flannel shirts, Nehru jackets, and head bands.
And then there's Paul Revere & the Raiders. But I'm not that desperate!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2015 - 02:11pm PT
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http://observer.com/2015/01/legendary-cartoonist-robert-crumb-on-the-massacre-in-paris/
"No fear, my dear!"
[Click to View YouTube Video]This video pre-dates the documentary Crumb.
Yolo County's Native Daughter.
Sophia Violet "Sophie" Crumb (born September 27, 1981) is an American-French comics artist. She is the daughter of underground comix artists Robert Crumb and Aline Kominsky-Crumb.
Crumb was born in Woodland, California and lived in the nearby farming town of Winters with her parents until she was nine years old. In 1991, she relocated with her family to Sauve, a village in Southern France. Her parents reported that they wanted to remove her from the political conservatives and Christian fundamentalists of the United States.[1] In a 2010 interview, Sophie told The Philadelphia Inquirer that her mother was afraid Sophie would "turn into a Valley girl".[2]
--Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophie_Crumb
What is your condition called when you repeat the same thing over and over again and don't give a damn about the results? It is maddity instead of madness? Is it oddity instead of spontaneity? Is it imfineity instead of infinity?
"Keep on postin'."--Cheese Crumb
Most Christian fundamentalists will disapprove of R. Crumb's cross-hatching and whatever his "message" is at the moment.
He's just being himself, using his talents, TO SATIRIZE US ALL, HIMSELF INCLUDED.
Or is it parody, which is way more appreciated here in the good old USA?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 17, 2015 - 05:57pm PT
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gnome check the dead thread - your show was 6-29-1976 Chicago
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 17, 2015 - 06:29pm PT
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Back in the old days, manufacturers such as Silvikrin did not have to divulge potential side effects such as that rather amazing goiter on the model's neck.
Get rid of the old V8 and get yourself some V7.
[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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Jan 17, 2015 - 06:51pm PT
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That camel knows more than he's letting on. "You know what I mean" sort of clinches it.
No, please, not Ray Stevens...no-o-o-o-o-o! Firth the love o' Clyde.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"Fatima..." "Yes, Ahab?" "Whoa, baby!"
Hallelujah![Click to View YouTube Video]Sister Bertha Betterthanu! First Self-Righteous Church! Love this stuff.
Not quite as serious as Beethoven, and more entertaining than hymns.--Boil Robins
Rocky revival time for old Bucky.
Gideon up![Click to View YouTube Video]
Bewk-lovin' Ringo's first solo composition...DON'T pass it by.
He'd hate to see you go.
Don't make him blue.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Tombstone: The Four Shadowing
I watched Guardians of the Galaxy the night before last and Yondu/Ravager leader was played by Michael Rooker, who starred in Brown's Requiem...rented it and liked it about 2005. "Hey, that's what's-his-name who played so-and-so..."
This was the movie they made based on James Ellroy's first novel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Awndx_i6mno
Ellroy reminds me of a hard-baked Crumb, no soft center, just crust, a cinder of a man.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2015 - 05:53am PT
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1/18/15
SUNDAY
Some say the sabbath
Some say the day after the sabbath
Religion and music are complementary bedfellows, unlike politics and music.
The Great Speckled Byrds.
Father Joe Sarducci and the Lost Coming-and-Going Planet Airmen (formely Sky Pilot Cadet Acadamy)
Johnny Cash and the Offering Plates
New Riders of the Old Testament
Pale Horse (new LP Calvary to the Rescue due soon)
The New Covenant Minstrelsy
People's Papal Singers
Dom and The Rockers
Sexual Chocolate (?)
DING! DING! DING! We have an example of prayerody, if you will.
"Give yourselves a round of applause."
The Jackson Heights Black Awareness Rally
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDuhDS7UeNs
GOD SAVE THE TSAR!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEATiGKOTEs
And equal time for MooseDrool the Skeptic, bitter towards the USSR.
(I really like the arrangement here, Andrzej...the best choice, though on a short list of Polish men's choirs.)[Click to View YouTube Video]
Now y'all go out and ski your asses off today.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Narrated by Paul Harvey and 2400' of drop!
What's not to like?
Special thanks for the good weather which enabled Caldwell and Jorgeson to complete the Dawn Wall in one push. Amen.
Whew!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 18, 2015 - 08:22am PT
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This is your knee on ski crack. Well not really, actually M's knee after falling on the rocks at the Three Sisters waterfall show circa 2014. They all look the same don't they.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 18, 2015 - 08:28am PT
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Perhaps in your religious seeking, you've overlooked our true savior:
Reverend Ike
and (you guessed it, right?) Given a choice of bedfellows (you know there is no feminine equivalent of fellow, right) I'd have to go with
The Ikettes
Dirty dancing? You can always wash your hands later (it worked for Pontius Pilate).
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jan 18, 2015 - 08:34am PT
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still on the tapp tapp
and
that's that
soon, if I can post a jig, I will!
I still got to say . . .that Jig I promised well he does do a good Irish song as well, but here is his hunting song l[Click to View YouTube Video]
Going back to Friday night . . .
Almost impossible .But among a lot of questions and comments that did not get posted . . yet.
Under A different spelling . . but said the same !!
Do you mean to compliment on purpose the very great to me Stanley 'Eagle??'
If yes then I want to be the first to say hey to that lunkhead,
if as I guess it is just, A coin in the dinky dink, then in it is a story for the ...'Evry day thread.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jan 18, 2015 - 09:13am PT
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So so long ago like on the 15 of January you asked what song are you listen inning to right now?
I am kind of guilty of always having a song in my head to stop from a having the Kizzy Borden like naughty dark nursery rhymes from monopolizing my head !
the dog has been let out in the freezing rain! stupid people tricks on ice!
hey I resemble that last remark adverbs and all!
dog retrieved and the marriage battle , yelling , is at full volume ...
Now it is me that gas to say I'm sorry??
You let the dog out!
Apologies to both kids and her ?.
I am headed to egeweegy,state of affairs !
with a runny nose dam dog dam wife dam kids dam life this is it and I love it?!
latter
now banned again from the desktop for my justified tirade!
Who let the dog out ?
she did !
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2015 - 09:44am PT
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place your eyeballs next to his
tell him you're worse than he as a friend
he may lick you
then you'll be wet, too
then sit him down by the fire
read him some of this
it's called bonding
http://yosemiteclimbing.org/content/short-history-yosemite-rock-climbing
you might like to try it with the little pagans, too
my friend dee ragsdale used to babysit for the ikettes' kids
they liked to dance, go figure
stanley the eagle was not of my time and some crappy animation to boot
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 18, 2015 - 09:50am PT
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The splendor and pagan excesses of Roman society are confronted by the life-changing faith of Christianity in this historically accurate fiction work. Guaranteed fiction
According to the Google Maps it's only 2291 miles from Merced to Rome. This is the house that either Rev Ike or Tina grew up in there in Rome Georgia.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 18, 2015 - 10:04am PT
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Ahh I thought as much!
my story ends, Rumor has it, that now he spends his time running a distribution center that would be interested in the M M M.
Some around these parts will know him and as I tell it they will know me .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
That said,
we practiced the old school ways and pure, if not poor and Impecuniousness.
Stan built things.
He was a slight weight, and so a wizard on the rock!
When on the road he was dirtbag!
At home everywhere he was growing old like all of us when he took to flying , hanging under
Delta wings to start,
I was just a new Dad , no jumping ,flying out of control road tripping, no dawn wall!
a fine man that Stanley Smigel!! hi Stan !
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 18, 2015 - 10:25am PT
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I missed that last refe, I'm almost out I thought you were talking about my dog the eyebal no where man's poetry I still have as yet to read but as to drying the old dog by the fire and letting her lick me...
I put my last old dog down a few weeks to soon ... I blame my mother , so with daisy dog we are failing her to a fault the other way she will out live my mother!
now back to see what the devil the Weedge has had to say that makes you think I pine that way?
I am almost out of ,. . . again!
and as is so often the case no kind of inibreation insight. Not even Vanilla Extract, or baggy corners.
Go check the Mohnk preserve site the interpretive center past the turn-off, Clove road, The van Luven cabin? I will try and check n' link if it fits, Fitzs the Caldwell kid...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 18, 2015 - 04:34pm PT
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Hey, Slick...I've been watching MIB3...and listening to a little cowboy music as a result. And Agent K gave Agent J some advice.*
Then I took it to The Factory to check out Reed and Dylan, just like in the movie.
Then I went time-traveling through The Google Way.
And now it looks like old JP has his first LP, JP (1971), listed as being inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame this year.
It says here,
"John Prine is the first album by American country/folk singer-songwriter John Prine, issued by Atlantic Records in 1971. In 2003, the album was ranked number 458 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time."--WP
In the future, there will be another WP article stating John Prine is the first John Prine album to have been so honored. Which is to say there will be more. I may be wrong and often am...
All songs written by John Prine.
ONE
"Illegal Smile" – 3:10 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53pm2pyoD08
"Spanish Pipedream" – 2:37 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BofvfVPFbiM
"Hello in There" – 4:29
"Sam Stone" – 4:14
"Paradise" – 3:10 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEy6EuZp9IY
"Pretty Good" – 3:36 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXDCUoC2QKQ
TWO
"Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore" – 2:51
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSdNFHvzZx4
"Far from Me" – 3:38 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KpmIxu0wAI **
"Angel from Montgomery" – 3:43 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1T5NuI6Ai-o
"Quiet Man" – 2:50 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jBkZN9_ppY
"Donald and Lydia" – 4:27
"Six O'Clock News" – 2:49
"Flashback Blues" – 2:33 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVgE-qU-oDk
*Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to
**A Question ain't really a question when you know the answer too.
"No Prineophile?" ask I as I bestow you a smile,
"No, I'm a plain old music lover.
But I'd climb for a mile, then jump over a stile,
Just to listen to a JP cover."
Don't make assumptions you wish were truths.
It is a faux paw we all make in our youths.
Cheers, enjoy the music and I hope y'all had a good day skiing, if that's what you did, or climbing, or sleeping (had me a nice "long winter's nap").
Now I'm heading for AZ. Taking a magic bus.
"The two basic items necessary to sustain life, are sunshine and coconut milk... didya know that?"--Ratso Rizzo, The Factory reject
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jan 18, 2015 - 04:47pm PT
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When Iwas the scizzel, late '80s, I and maybe a very few others knew Prine's Name, in the motherland. . It was some sort of weird Woodstck /Dylan centric (sorryZ)in denial of all other great writing song men.thing.
I was not aware that you were not a complete Prine uphill! ummm no
Prineophile!
Well before that, the very best first album ever, he was a well recorded song writer,
I know you know that
!Any way this was, to me, the difinitive Prine Album his live 1988 album 'JOHN PRINE LIVE.'
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I may be overly focused on that record for this other reason,
that a strange Crusher of a room mate , a climber with hair like Kauk's all prince Valiant and stuff.
made off with when I had no disc player to play it on (weirdly, also my Grham Parker!)
Send it back Paul Marshell It is Not To Late! Pamela brown but this Do you know Leo Like I know Leo??[Click to View YouTube Video]
Okay just more fine pic'n to you all. . .
[Click to View YouTube Video] but hell, It is Leo Kottke!! this is long skip to the middle!
cheers need to go ...
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Jan 18, 2015 - 05:38pm PT
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Mohammed Bakshi,
Aka Ralph Bakshi.
Aka the man who taught Mighty Mouse to sing!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 18, 2015 - 06:21pm PT
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Comparing Prince to Dylan van Zandt is like comparing raspberries to Gower Avenue(Street) - better look away.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Heartworn Highway 61 Revisited
[Click to View YouTube Video]
“Townes Van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world, and I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that,”
...
“I’ve met Bob Dylan’s bodyguards, and if Steve Earle thinks he can stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table, he’s sadly mistaken,”
Point of fact, it wouldn't be that hard to stand on Dylan's table - Tommy Caldwell did it. The net? Well, Mother Superior jumped it.
Dan van Zandt
[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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Jan 18, 2015 - 10:22pm PT
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Fractured LA Stories: Shaking Up the Gospel Truth
The Annunciation of the Good News to the Virginian Marry
When the angel Gabrealwell came to Marry the Virginian gal from Galilee
What sort of light did he spread with his wings?
hint: nobody knows
"Word becomes flesh after I say this, milady, someday to be Queen of Angels formerly known as Flesh Princess;
And may I say that the light in your eyes matches the blue in your hand-maiden cloak, did you know? It's so.
Here is the Word from Above so listen carefully.
HMMOGTLIWT, BATAWABITFOTW. Got it?"
"Say what? Stop talking like some Zimmerman mimic and give it to me straight. Am I still a virgin and/or will I be 'late?'
Explain that to me before you leave, if you can."
"Well, I can't because I don't know myself. I'm not much better than an elf when it comes to privileged information. I only got this job due to my chops on the trombone and my fine, mellifluous vocal skills. I didn't ask for this, like you didn't ask to be Mommy of the Messiah. I won't say anything about your assumption into Paradise, because you know nothing of Peabody Coal, a mining operation which puts Sol's mines to shame. But Paradise awaits, lemme tellya."
"THAT is not a very mellifluous thing to say, and your name doesn't match anything about you either, you initial-speaker. My Joe, who also calls me Milady, if he had better wood stocks hereabouts, he'd be making zithers instead of whittling drum sticks. We would be living high on the hog if we raised hogs in Galilee, but we are more partial to fish.
So I'll take the gig gladly because we need to go to Jerusalem. And I want my halo to have the same kind of light as your wings, dude...they're SO BEAUTIFUL! Want some water? I just drew it an hour ago...and Joe just replaced the handle on the well before I did...some vandals came and swiped it."
"No, thank you, milady. I must went."
"Are you from South Texas? You talk like it."
"I think you are getting ahead of the story, Marry. But my origin is in the Valley of Mexico, yes."
"Converso! I knew it!"
"Say what?"
"Mighty God sends some redneck converso to tell me this? You do have pretty wings, though."
Fade to blue.
I've wondered strange things, being a former student of catholicism who is more Cathar than Catholic, Truth Light vs. Truth Heavy.
Was the Queen of Angels a lefty?
What is her favorite Roy Orbison song?
Did she ever know John Prine's grandfather, the bank-builder?
Why are the beads strung when they could be put in a clear plastic case and made into something with which we REALLY LIKE TO PRAY & PLAY? You know the little goodies you get in a Christmas stocking as a "quality filler," unlike the COMMON ORANGE?
Oy!
[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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Jan 19, 2015 - 12:43am PT
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Pamela Brown, you have a hottie mother.
Mrs. Brown, you have a way with kids.
But Mrs. Brown, your daughter loves another.
Won't love me, and rejects all my bids.
Kottkecetically speaking, that was twice as nice as a six-string version.
You have the Kot keys? Let's give one to MooseDrawl, y'all.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
zBrown, did you find John Brown's body out there in Julian, or some John de Conqueror Roots, or did you happen to see a man named Bautista who dresses in animal skins with doves in a cage?
Sorry to hear of M's silly knee. They are all the same, jointly or separately.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And into the world comes Arid Zone A.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 19, 2015 - 05:11am PT
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Your correspondent, F.E. Gimlett, is also known as the hermit of Arbor-Villa.
He writes of the past "glory" days and nights of Leadville, Colorado (as opposed to THE Leadville, leading coffee-house of the West, known to Fritz the Boss of the Rancho of Choss Creek).
Herewith, this hermitic diatribe on the tribe of women who are apparently only supposed to be "homemakers" for their prey, er, mates. I do believe the man has spent too many nights alone and he carries his bitterness on his sleeve. It would look better dumped on his head or pissed into the jug beneath his lonely bed.
(N.A.H. is short for the Not At Home gang/society.)What would my cousin, Connie Jo, say to this dude? It would be nice to be the fly on the wall. You may remember my cousin, my mom's cousin, actually, who owned The Leadville in Ketchum, ID. She was a Berkeley gal, a wearer of the beat beret, and hip and wise and beautiful.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 19, 2015 - 06:31am PT
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Pancho and Lefty put a bug in my ear. A gold bug, perhaps. Oftentime I've heard it said it would be just the same with a bug of lead.
Big Nose George and Dutch Charley: A Cautionary Tale.
Kindness is not in the vocabulary of many old westerners. Why they are so durn west stern is not beyond me, but don't speak here of the milk of human kindness.
Boom town gals won't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon?
What bedevils me is that I am intermittently reading Larry the McMurtry's collection of essays on life in the Old West, Sacajawea's Nickname.
He has special insights which seem to have escaped many, including the Arbor-Villain, Mr. Gimlett.
Mining claims of my own invention which reflect the fickleness of fate in searching for mineral wealth:
John Shaft
Fallen Timbers
The Golden Shower
The Huckleberry
The Daisy
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2015 - 03:36am PT
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There are genii in that lamp, apparently. But nowhere else in sight.
Then and Now// is the title of a novel by W. Somerset Maugham about Niccolo Machiavelli and his attempt to rise in the world by being the tool of the Florentine signory, the city's ruling body. I am currently reading it and enjoying Maugham's take on Machiavelli's way of thinking.
Of course, most of us were told to read The Prince and that's the extent of our knowledge of this genius. The Renaissance seems to have abounded with geniuses, but it's not so. They were promoted much later by succeeding generations.
I found this to be a gem and the actors were very well-directed and it's all in all a good thing to watch on a foggy, drizzly night like this has been.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I'm about done in from all the rest I have been getting, nursing myself along with good lit and the occasional toke.
And so to bed, peep-peep.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 20, 2015 - 07:54am PT
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Say man.
What's that boy?
you look like you oughta have a peak named after ya.
OK, but the only one available is kinda far away. Those Pakistanis, being the fickle lot they are, why not just stick "Eternal" right in the name?
You wanna hear the rest of it?
Where you from?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Obligatory drum solo (it is possible to do a short one). Though we all know Slater used his hands and feet, it almost appears that he only used his feet (well and the rope and board).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jan 20, 2015 - 11:36am PT
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As i must so do I trust that if It is Z the ominous , the soundz amnongst us, that I am
following I hope it is not
Crossing his sicks
This IS a short drum solo. . .
I Do Not read before I leep ...
I do this Often , as in like right now Giving all A furrowed brow
do I like to go to the poetry thread no , no I would rather not as I said it's got a lot to do with
ernest Insparation, I like to right with out a glut of others verbs ruining my creative thought.
That all being said I only zuxt now went aND FOUND THAT BIG MIKE FINGER SHOT AND ALL YOU SAID AND ALL . . . 88FREAKY88[Click to View YouTube Video]
HELLO COSMIC
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2015 - 02:06pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bungle, oh Bill, the intro into the tipi,
tripping over the lip of the entry,
stumbling into the conical room,
six-shooter drawn but shooting at whom?
There's a wicked stepmother of a wicked papoose who's shitting in her lap
because the brightness of the lifted flap
sacred the crap out of him.
She lifts her face and spits and then...
you awaken with sweat on your face, drenching your body all over the place,
but you got the nerve up, in your dreams, to go invade that village and Custer is right behind you.
Such brave little men.
Such heroes you've been.
Revisioning your lives is the mission of knives,
wielded by medical men.
Which doctor is the gynecologist?
You pussies need your hormone balances adjusted.
and the real thing, or Neil thing, this bud's for you.
git down.
No reflection on old Bob Fuller, you understand. None. Nor James Drury, who respects his peacemaker.[Click to View YouTube Video]The cattle stopped grazing the pastures out back in about 1962.
"Willie ever go home, or will he be stuck on that MTA thing-a-ma-Bob?"
"Nope, he's crashed out in his truck."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 20, 2015 - 03:54pm PT
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The Seahawks?No te dije!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 20, 2015 - 05:04pm PT
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Didn't Buffalo Bill die?
Turn left - you could end up in Deep Elem. Get your ten dollars ready?
'Scuse me, jet let me tune up my guitar for a minute
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2015 - 12:02am PT
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Look out, Lookout Mtn!
They made a grave mistake.
When Pawhuska died (our hero's ??Latin Indian?? name--you'll have to look them up earlier in the thread, somewhere out there in the Flaming Desert) in 1917, Harry Tammen, Denver newspaper tycoon, forced the Widow Louisa to have him interred at Lookout Mtn, near Denver. Cody always had favored being laid to rest in Cody, WY.
At least the original Guardian of Yosemite, Galen Clark, got his wishes fulfilled after having prepared his own grave years beforehand. His burial was given the blessing of the NPS as the last officially-sanctioned inhabitant of the Yosemite Cemetery.
But let's talk about the Cold War, not the Indian Wars.
Check out the white pants--Bridwell would have loved them around camp.[Click to View YouTube Video]Le Corsaire. Nuryev would have been a climbing phenom with that trim build and control and all.
Other corsairs...the US Navy jet, ca. 1975.And the vintage version.
Glibert & Sully & the Dancing PO-leece.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Erring fellow creatures, take egrets, for example,
Sometimes err egregiously, like great bobbies.
"Test me, then arrest me, whyn'tcha?"--Bobbie Weir
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2015 - 04:29am PT
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Culture: not just for yoghurt anymore.
Plaudit and a kudo to "shaddokiddo," or neebee, for posting such a grand menu of music on her FB page. I've liked them all, for the most part, but forget to "like" like them. Egmont Overture is my favorite of them all, and I did give it a "licking."
I've said it before, though, my all-time fave is the Moldau by Bedrich Smetana.
http://mentalfloss.com/article/17029/music-5-other-composers-who-went-deaf
It's so hard to resist posting stuff you find while investigating another topic. Hence:
http://mentalfloss.com/article/50173/when-and-why-did-people-start-saying-um-when-they-talk
And I got yer all-time & mammal drum ensemble performance here. Mr. Gnome...[Click to View YouTube Video]Enough to drive you deaf and um. What you can't hear are the "No-z-ums," but wait till you try to sleep!
"What's that noise?"
"Um, mosquitoes, um sure. Now go the f to sleep. PLEASE?"
Which brings me to gnomenclature, or name-calling.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Latin_names_of_mountains
fluitantis glaciei mons
Slim Dusty/Pub With No Beer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E0aZ387M_I
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jan 21, 2015 - 04:56am PT
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Um, It's not the size of the dog in the fight , It's the size of the fight in the dog.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2015 - 05:07am PT
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Um, sum of the time.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 21, 2015 - 06:25am PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh wow, say, i LOVE the moldau... wow, had not heard that for perhaps 20 years, nearly forgot about it, oh my...
thank you for sharing it...
:)
my daddy would be happy to know, it is not forgotten now...
:)
ps:
i'd have to make a fake photo shop pic of my critters for a
SAFE and calm pic of said critters here:
patty ann marie, the ol' pupdog...
any cat...
and either russ, or seymore, the rats...
say, and why not--let's add the bird and rabbit, :))
all posing, as your 'trinity' up there, :))
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 21, 2015 - 07:38am PT
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Le Corvair - unsafe in any country.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 21, 2015 - 07:47am PT
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Ambitious climber scales Houdini's Grave using only hands and feet
Irritated Houdini escapes from grave and punches him out (cold)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 21, 2015 - 08:01am PT
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Aftermath (not the song)
"Climbing pffft! I climbed outa the grave"
-Harry Houdini
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 21, 2015 - 08:11am PT
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Little known, but true nonetheless - Houdini headlined at the Fillmore Auditorium in 1965.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 21, 2015 - 11:00am PT
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Z BROWN IS THAT YOU DRIVING AROUND,It has a reputation for a dangerous back seat... TALES OF EXPLODING TRUNKS THAT WOULD SEE NO RIVAL TILL THE FORD PINTO. a friend in Santa Monica had a baby blue hued one it looks the same in red . . .
Bad inany color
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 21, 2015 - 11:28am PT
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Still one available in Oklahoma. Used to belong to Hag (certified). Hurry! This one will not last.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2015 - 01:56pm PT
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"Somone who knows" informed me that the Taco has been boring lately.
I do my damnedest to keep it from that.
The Corvair is just such an exciting automobile, isn't it? Motor in the rear. How "cool."[Click to View YouTube Video]Regrettably, the canyon has changed a bit in its appearance due to fire.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 21, 2015 - 02:35pm PT
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For Sale:
Apparently this guy is upgrading to the solar model for the tax credits.
SkyBolt M25Y Corsair Black Devil w/ 3 blade GSC Prop - by Michael McGovern New - never flown - looks great! With all plans and tool to adjust the GSC prop pitch
$4000 (certainly cheaper than a new hip).
http://www.ppgtrader.com/uploaded_files/images/IMG_0068.JPG
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2015 - 03:23pm PT
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To the Old Clymer, the ideel one,
Food for thought...hmmm...
Thoughts for food might be a pipe dream, but what a wonderful world.
Extrapolation:
Think of a summit and go there NOW!
Or come to think of it, THEN!
When the glaciers were.
When some of the current BIG MTNS were REALLY BIG MTNS.
When countries of the world were HUGE and provided consumers with a REAL SELECTION of goods and GUARANTEED QUALITY.
If marital music bothers you, just turn the sound off....like when the wife's on a roll about something you don't wanna deal with.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Take me in your daddy's car...and turn the radio volume back up.
[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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Jan 21, 2015 - 09:19pm PT
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1954. Another classic.[Click to View YouTube Video]You hit the jackpot with that video of Cubano-American cars, zBrown.
Muchos Garcia y Vegas.
Took a little trip to the fifth floor, visited with John Decker following a siesta. He gave me a glass of Bridalveil Creek water and we smoked out, too.
He'd just been to the Valley on Monday...glorious skies, no snow, and the fog stopped right at the base of the Guadalupe Grade, as usual. He was on the bus. Coming home the sea of fog was swirling around into the foothills and Mariposa was souped in, pretty much like here.
We got to talking of feathers, of which he has a small collection garnered from his pow-wow visits...he's in a color-guard unit and goes to lots of them around the state.
Here are a couple he especially likes.
Then the topic changed slightly when John brought out a calendar from last year showing folks strutting their stuff in their regalia.He is actually holding a pipe, I think, but we were having a safety meeting, I'm sure of it.
I volunteered to take his garbage downstairs for him, since I had shown up with a bag of my own. Then I went to the Art Gallery, Multicultural, Merced County...to visit a display not about Indian Wars or the Cold War, but about the Great War. And the Paper War.
edit: Just a thought, but I wonder how many of those beater cars from Cuba would $4,000 buy? Not the cherry ones, but the ones that really need work.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 22, 2015 - 03:25am PT
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playing gingerly, my tripping the light fandango here is frought with interactions with climbers who have driven heros I knew(not close but well) to, when mixed and tossed with the vinegrett
of life, to take that step that no one has come back from.. .. Ca;lling Harry Whodonit not,
When we were young mainly the disenfranchised climbed, no clicks of socially exceptable gym bred wheezy toasts, who clearly do not toast.And are not 'Experianced' !
r!U expeer or pro peer review? , , , ,No, back when I started it was just big dicks.Like me and you.
(Speaking of Dicks did you name the picture? the guy is standing in the classic Tarrot card) (pose of the fool or the hanged man!)
Funny, super smart, misfits to the orders that Ike left,
and so never fitting in,
we happily stood out!
I guess we made our own quilt of car haters and bug lovers a click of sorts baptized in Old English, drinkn' euachy brew.
I thought that new threads that bore my will send me back to sleep.
Open up something I never got or get
put six words together for a salad of the front page garden of words to choose,
From,
well that seemingly ....Ho there is the snow plough! now where were we oh that stupid salad,
I like the taste of blueberries with my tits, YA know that fits but it was supposed to say grits!
all ice berg! no baby spinach, arugula or the bitter snap of radicchio ?
at the dawn of time the creepy things creeped up to find the gnome and mouse starved for entertainment.
What is that ? a salad should have verity typing is a chore today? Veriatety.
slow low whistle I should go shovel at least the collar of the smoutz snow that gets rock hard
from being ploughed
Unlike me who gets all lovey dovey, and soft, not cold and streaked with durty
(a new beer!)road grease and tumbled blocks of ice.
I still have not asked as tho I cared howo are youMFM? no missing abeat
That Dawn wall piece, on the thread of front page words is so repetitive, even for one who reads, So it kept me up and
I went on to try to regain a nocturnal state only to open up what I can not remember,
I have no history to chek what the heck I viseted in stupor. it must have been Cali. drought?
are your proceedures scheduled yet?, E missile , let me know as I pray for you daily please return the favor as the Kolob needs a resident ranger!
I would apply for the position, but I am getting older, as Big Jambro, Nosnee's little brother and your finger wagger too.
Also as I read it,
I am not buff enough and to passive, to take on the West
[Click to View YouTube Video]
On the GPS.front, indoor there is a type that can pull so hard from early on
kidszclub: don't learn~ re, that?
learn, relearn this instead. .
wtf, it is the way, and there are way more to come, There is nothing wrong with that
and they already out number the fun, nuy, if sick oneness.
full stop ow woo that right there is the mess let's see it once for fun are you watching?
it is goihhig goihhig ghonna!! I have a cold er' allergies to morning , wife . . . life,
but then I blow my nose and spit , checking for multi-colors,
Duce the bow,l the one that flushes,Then light the other.
I had a small satchel that went - man that was quick see the purse is empty over here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2015 - 03:56am PT
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Dusty? Must be the drought combined with a pub with no beer. I rectified this by going across to Reinero's.
Pun-ishment is a crime around this thread on occasion. The devil makes me do it.
Another exhibit, unrelated to Aaron's.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 22, 2015 - 04:04am PT
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Hey !
I have that new camera! but the guilt of not feeding them store bought cake has me baking . .
this wede sucks thankz god I have some!
seeze, that snow is here and not heavy so that is better than years past and the ice is in
Post first shots with the new camera that has a saturation hi/ low switch? .
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 22, 2015 - 07:27am PT
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Say what? Cher is headlining at the Fillmore Auditorium 2015.
You lookin' at me Dave
Where you from
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2015 - 09:29am PT
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Bin-Laden, drug-laden, far from fadin', the S.E.A.L. attack continues.
Government investigators suck, so the media was invited in to quiz various people, one of whom was Cher.
Where did you get that outrageous headband, Cher?
"Got it at a second=hand store."
What do you think of that drug-laden drone, Cher?
"Reminded me of a certain ex of mine."
Cher, what do you think happened there with that deal...anything occur to you?
"Bang! Bang! My baby shot it down."
Okay, but really, who might have been responsible?
"Reminded me of the Northfield fiasco...just like Jesse James."
Any idea about who was backing this drone-laden vehicle?
"It's got to be the work of the Queen of Las Vegas."
And who might that be, if not you, babe?
"Why, Liberace, of course!"
But he's dead.
"You never heard of Elvis syndrome? You people should do your homework!"
His seersucker suit was at the dry cleaners.
He had to go onstage in those rags.
That piano he won in the fifties on Queen for a Day.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 22, 2015 - 12:58pm PT
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Recent meeting of the Semi-Official Badger Patrol at (where else):
They are acutally easier to spot in the snow, but they tend to stay indoors more when it's cold.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 22, 2015 - 01:33pm PT
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HEY NOW z
There is a video, of a man/boot vs badger, that I could not find , in time I will, ;=D
[Click to View YouTube Video]
we are the Biggest fanz a Badger ever never saw you can have 'em hunt 'um Don't kill 'em !!
Or look them in the Eye!!
Yer gonna Die . . .
Themz the classic exzample of the size of the fight in the dog.
Synchronicity
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xzcv
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Ha ha you must have seen this front page before. . . I now of course see your voice as to a single leaf salad,
HaHA HA as I was clearing the two inches of fluff, when this and that came into focus, nothing meant by that, this and that zust like the repitition, . .
If to prove that restrictions on boltz are needed, An area in a densely populated, a climbing zone should be open to, and even encourage Bolting.
Any one And Any thing Goes .
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The experiment would open climbs of all kinds, especially at the top end. This could be tried at a controled site, over at L.A.'s backyard, Mnt. Woodson,for example, then you would have to judge over time, to see if the place is over run with climber protection or not.
i know it is not that simple, at every climbing area, people have climbed stuff that was never recorded. At Mnt woodson that is a certainty. Zion, Rocky Mnt, not yet to mention known to very few great cliffs and Ridges an' such, all and every where even in the bad country joo joo lands around Owens and the Volcanic tuuf at the places it is found. TOO.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 22, 2015 - 06:00pm PT
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Funny thing mouse, I was thinking of sending my drone down Cuba-way to check out the se vende signs on the old autos.
You don't even have to show no stinkin' passport.
Anyway, I still pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home.
Up next: Mitt Romney's draft card and income tax amnesty documents.
Placeholder, may come in handy at some point
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2015 - 07:01pm PT
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MooseJugs.
All that saliva needs to go someplace, right?Gotta lotta drool, and has a lotta cool:
A gorilla in our midst.
Note the typical lack of cleavage of the top-flight female climber.
Note the fence. Not a free climber in one respect.
"It's for their protection."
It's the same thing as an "Indian reservation," and I'm not talking about Curried rice.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2015 - 07:17pm PT
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New toy camera! Yeah, man!
Take no prisoners, Gnome!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2015 - 07:52pm PT
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Watch those parking meters.
If you tie a bow 'round your finger, you won't forget that advice.
Well, he's a lame duck
And he don't give a truck
Cuz he's off to the rodeo!
Yee-haw!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Should watch this after a reefreshing safety meeting for the full effect.
Turn up the sound, too.
Colgrove/Elephant's Garden
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlUR09yRHZU
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2015 - 12:10am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 23, 2015 - 05:51am PT
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Did some One tell you that,the pump won't work?
Vandels stealing handles?
'cause a little Yankee ingenuity Will fix that
Selfhttp://mitpress.mit.edu/books/logic-sufficiency is attractive ,
after all /..
was a job under a haT and mirrored Ray Banz, for the duration till the word got out and there never was a shop as roumerd just a rent a wait aminute I smell a troll figure that out son, it could explain the fun!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2015 - 07:47am PT
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Yes, I've been informed that pumps don't work, Old Faceless.
Olivia N-J, Stacey Keach, Keith Carradine and the property manager of Bob Dylan's Santa Monica Mountains ranch have said that exact thing to my great brother-in-law Ike, who ran Ike's Pump & Drilling. I worked for Ike in exchange for money, but would have out of love. Did I say he was great? A kind and understanding boss, a fine family, and a good climber, too. One of my greatest regrets over breaking with my first wife, Dolores, was that we were no longer officially bonded. Since then, we have spoken only a dozen times...twenty-two years.
Well, since he was in business to look after such as needed pump work, we took the time out of our busy schedule to see just what the problems were out at these folks' places, all within a ten mile radius of the little village of Malibu.
Keach needed a new pump, never got to meet him myself. Olivia needed new controls, and I missed out on meeting her, too. Keith, however, after explaining how his sump pump was shutting on and off at will, took us inside and showed us his guitar collection and music jam room.
Out at Rancho Dylan, we did some fiddling with the windmill in the back of the ranch house and took our lunch in his piano room. I sat there trying to "be Dylan," caressing the old ivory keys of his stand-up piano. He had the slickest bench seat, all polished from his butt wiggling. I lifted the lid of the bench and there were songbooks, none of which were of his tunes.
That was the only time I went out there.
I guess that was a pretty good gig and I KNOW I ought to have worn safety glasses...now. Back then, it was the same sort of issue as wearing a climbing helmet or motorcycle helmet or bicycle helmet...it's available, so why not use it? Too stupid. Didn't have to. Didn't think of the consequences.
Burlingham? Close, no cigar.
Hey, there's an echo from pages past...the yodels are returning and it's not even close to March yet!
It must be the effect of the drought. Or maybe it's Oblama. I'm a fool for yodels, and here's the yodeling fool, Wylie Gustafson. And crew.
[Click to View YouTube Video]It beats heck out of a Pink Floyd Psychedelic Breakfast.
Who said the Rolling Stones weren't country?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 23, 2015 - 12:45pm PT
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To not go back past the half a bolt of lightning in Hay, although farther back I will still need to make comment on, but for her just back to there. the B word on the handle is just close not write Nat rot what's going on is this thing running hot right it seems all better,
Anonymity is fruitless, I Gnome, gee GNO took a i tyre of me it is one of two in the great Gunks thread I like to throw the pack off not the mask though!
x Who is th Olivia . that you alluded to?, The one or two times I stayed in San a Monica? why did I ever go away ? well that Malibu beach town bird bath to call home thing was beneath me,Chongo es me keeper the comforts of home are attractive as forty rolls past.
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GRIPPA If the scrolls that you see have you looking at this Thankyou from the bottom of my broken hart, thank you for stepping in and stepping up!
The "come to the party", for almost any reason, is fine with me. I am proud to think that any one thinking of climbing is welcome to chime in on the taco.
to much of every thing is
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 23, 2015 - 03:47pm PT
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As we ,that would be the family amalgamation, that includes a Betty goes Kaboom ,
what happend to my little girl and who is that minxbitch, that can not be my daughter !
She is going to be Lolita's age after the winter so these are her last days of childhood, Spring will bring the play, all puns and double 'antandre, meant and dreaded .
The Goyl spawns come out... as Chuck would... say all mouth an' vagina. As a baby it is attend on or the other.
Then they get to the freaky age where they take on the worst traits of thier mothers.
Why did I marry ? what is that another bulge in her belly Merde my life was only my own for a bit longer than they have now been alive.
got to give in . . . time to share the Shablet .. ..
Higgs n kizzees, can't be helped it is part of the drama of life that is a torturous joy to take part in , not going to like to say this but watching my babies grow up makes me want to climb into a bottle and drink!
I have always gone with the tied to the wrist or finger self control method , hang on while I
ake a .😤 . .cough... take another(so much for self control)
Hey as we the family drove to the market we all saw that same frozen ice crystals in the clouds rainbow of light thing - it has a name!? didn't get the yes from the big Boyd to stop and take a picture so showing it off will trip the kids!👹
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2015 - 04:48pm PT
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Or UCLY. WTF.
When's a good time to paint your masterpiece?
When the music's over.
When you're sitting in the house of detention.
When the muse waits outside,
you walk out the doors,
wanting to hear the scream of the butterfly.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2015 - 05:25pm PT
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Musha ringum duram da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 23, 2015 - 09:59pm PT
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Who let the air outa them balls?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2015 - 12:33am PT
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Her end was peace.
So let us cease
This talk of war.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
RUNNING WITH EMPHASIS
by Ewie Lewie
(resident poet, hipster emeritus, at UCLY)
Acromion Coracoid
Glenoid Fossa
Two poor-but-honest beat poets
Beating on the drum of silence
Writing back to front
Side by side
In protest did
They did dance
And they became known
In the Naked City by the Large Bay
as
Cheeky Toe
and Snarky Marky
Too hip to write
So they tapped
And they rapped
But had neither rhythm nor grace
And so they were shamed
And so they were ridiculed
And so they were both schooled
And so then they wrote of them
Much more pungent satire
Than Mad Magazine
Would ever dare
so
They never made it
They were not even written off
They were ignored
They were “not there”
And it made them feel like Eternal Bob
And then it just so happened
As good things do to fools
that
They ended up living
Not dying
On the vine
Never becoming wine
Their Siamese cat never purring
All through nine lives recurring
And their two names
Were forgotten
but
The two of them lived
Happy ever after
[Accompanied by Tam Borine on the digereedoobie
And Bongo Chuck Chongo on the uvula--he wanted to do a capella, but Tam's on a schedule and he waits for no one, man.][Click to View YouTube Video]
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Tam waits for gnomes, man.
He waits for chuck to wake the f*#k up.
Which chuck?
upchuck the norwegian tree feller.
It's all over now?
bet ur boots and ur double bit axe.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 24, 2015 - 01:16am PT
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snow man on duty reporting in,
Two inches at 4 am and no stopping till noon.
the color here is woe derful, the white out is also healing.
Stuff is still falling ? yes look z eses is more than scapulii ,r, and a broken tibular.
I will wait and go shovel the collar time to make the doh nut, my hernia tin can opens in the shoveling motion.
The repetition, redundancy, a friend to me when climbing, is my Un doing in the removal of snow from the road / driveway transition.
(I hope that jogs my mind as to what tony hawk pictures to post latter)later!
Much!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2015 - 01:25am PT
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dwelling on the past is just a pastime
not an obsession
[Click to View YouTube Video]
let us not talk of then
nor, weege,
let us not speak of now now
the now as u no it
now or not for now
but for the tam bean
of the future
the dim future
tooth hounds and light years away
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 24, 2015 - 01:31am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
oh that I could sit and fully tell more, relate,this was one of the shows,
but right N0W I must go move a sow's worth of snow!
Like movin' it up the wall, shoveling snow reminds me of hauling.
five zero five by the micro wave clock,
Hay while zoning out and look at what I can't now remember, I found,- chopped boltz on forbidden peak ! the person posting, as H is rSin?!?.! you must have known.?
drunken snow shoveling in the falling snow is portal to all manner of . . . what to call
thinking forward and back at the same time I have not researched rSin , who is now H.
two threads led me to the 'Chopped Boltz comments I am trying to backtrack to the river rafting thing that was to be a sleep tonic
bad, bad , super Topo,I am typing with out glasses
soon back...
Ernie banks! a ball player with hart! and at 6:22 am I have moved that pig 's worth of snow,.
the morn in' news says that snow shoveling is the most common cause of hart attacks , Topical
how's mine broken but good not missing a beat
Pace maker odds maker, risk taker
then as now I like the new Bruno Mars duet, but real for real the taco is all the music that I listen to
Thanx a lot to you and zBrown !!
New music and current events?? okay I'm game - 6 inches and a forecast for sleet and freezing rain.
That often leads to power loss and sledding no fire place som'ores! the kids have runny noses, each.no EUCH as in snot on kid '
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 24, 2015 - 04:57am PT
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"Keepers of The Streak"
the documentary on the four photographers that have taken pictures at every Super Bowl.
The run up to the big game is full of small moments of good sounds in with the drone of the banal , YA got respect the Criminal Element, this year no betting.
try...
aye...
getting poked by the no longer ten year old,
so if I can gat to the white duct tape
before he can poke out my glass eye ,
don't have one but,
before he goes for the crotch
with the stick with both a spike and a Camera mount.
That's what happens as we share the tablet.
and the computer but not the toilet. ( that was what the kid wanted to make clear!)
well so long if not that hen maybe some pictures from the new thing.
*Piper at the gates of dawn, is the thread that led to scaredycat. From that to his post history, that led to that Top of the page that says "rSin what's up"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 24, 2015 - 07:23am PT
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I don't see the humerus in those 'ula" photos.
Neither does Brigitte Bardot
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2015 - 07:25am PT
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Dawnwand and Morderwand link-up by TJ and MrT
Special report for Firewall
by Liz the TattleTale
Using only hands and feet only the two started on After Dawn’s first pitch to warm up following an early dawn cup of Blaster’s Choice and sharing a Clif Bar they found in the glove box.
Lamps on, stoked up, they then literally jumped on to the normal route, using a technique called the Diana Moe, then climbed all the rest of the pitches free using only their hands and feet for the first time ever as a part of a link-up, and they did it in way under record time on both climbs,as well.
As they reached the summit of the Dawnwand the dawn wind was still blowing. Ten hours ten minutes ten seconds after they started they had finished the giant granite precipice in a style known as free holding, in which the climber is supposed to use nothing but the hands and feet to make progress. They used only 4.5 l of water and a stick of Big Red and two ropes, ten carabineres, and their anti-belay devices. Using only their bare feet, they descended to the base, took a dump at the parking lot, and then assailed the notorious Morderwand, rated just the slightest bit easier than the Dawnwand. Dawning their climbing shoes and dipping their tips in chalk, they started out simul-climbing, or climbing single file, with the rope stretching out as the first man goes up, reaches a running belay, where he clips his rope in using only his hands, and continues on. When the lead guy reaches a certain level the second man, using only his hands and feet, begins his torturous climb up the Morderwand, following the path of the first guy.
{Sound of paint drying...long interval....)
Giving all they had, they raced each other to the summit tree. TJ tagged it and then MrT. They collapsed in each others arms and fell to the ground. No one was there to watch but the tree and the watch in TJ’s pocket. Well, there were some old boys with a camera down at the base, but other than that...just the jays.
As MrT recalls, TJ said, “Don’t think anyone’s gonna beat that time for a long time and I pity the party that tries.”
Total elapsed time, including their visit to the john, twenty hours twenty minutes and twenty seconds.
“See, that’s usually my line,” MrT said and then we both laughed and went to the restrooms, where I washed just my hands afterwards...my feet were good.
I only took three minutes. I waited ten for MrT in the lobby of the hotel.
Seriously.
I had invited MrT to have coffee, but he only drinks tea...duh, me! He had shoes on and a shirt, of course.
He had some stories which he asked me to bruit about and I gladly agreed to bandy them, but I never bruited about...I’m a lady. He admitted to being an attention whore, and said he had been a brute to suggest that I was anything but a lady. I was a bit shocked when he admitted taking several of the chains around his neck in exchange for autographs. Just then the salads arrived, cutting that topic short.
The conversation wandered between the Morderwand and the Dawnwand through the soup course.
As we dined on the bacon-wrapped rib steaks (!), he recalled offering TJ a cupped-hand hup-hup over the fence assist on pitch seventeen, but it was refused. “Not warranted, thanks good man.” MrT said that the hup-hup is a standard tactic used by the military and early Swiss guides used it everywhere. It saves time, but is poor style when doing a climb using only one’s hands and feet. He said it’s a technical detail which has been bandied about on internet forums and in the letters to the editor sections of old climbing journals from the last century since...the last century.
Style points, as he called it, don’t get you anywhere, he said, unfortunately.
Liz Taler, the TattleTale, your correspondent
A video of this interview is available.
We’ve even edited in one of those little boxes off to the side with another video for the hearing impaired delivered by Alex Handhold using not only his hands and feet, but facial expressions, pauses for effect, and various “air moves” ( an old New Age technique still practiced by many pros facing set courses for time). Alex is a master of this form of narration and his sly plays on TJ’s words and his admiration for MrT shine through.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 24, 2015 - 07:39am PT
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Baby you can drive my car, just don't drive it down to Cuba
No Hewlett, just The Packards ma'am
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At one time Packards were considered a safe bet, until Starkweather and Fugate got a hold of one.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 24, 2015 - 08:25am PT
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I wonder how many of these $4000 would get you today?
Say what, website? We got our own TV station.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 24, 2015 - 09:02am PT
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still digging out from the plough !
return from toil to more! waw waw prestidigiuos overwhelmingly art veiwno!
as to him who was as iPhone to loosing it, that siht will show when the snow meltzz!
Sorry that's the one and only
I am having a slice of pizza and this new dark brew from Smutty Nose brewing of Hampton New Hampshire. Hampton is on the coast,well close,
but NH is small so good mountains are close, to provide the drinkers to support a small state small brewery.
This is the first batch of Mud season beer! a season that very much sucks in Vermont and New Hampshire.
I will look and see where else they sell Smutty Nose they make a lot of varieties with catchy label Art, graphics and photos.
Having waited to have spawn was not that bad a plan when you think,. . .
No, if you think then you know having kids these days is overwhelming.
today if the world was as it was when IWas a kid the shovels would be Earning $$!
The neighborhood cool looking in snow last year and three going back we had much more snow.
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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).
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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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2015 - 06:55pm PT
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JANET LEWIS
Yvor Winterswife
I
Some results of contemplation in the garden. One supposes the presence of gnome as spider hangs contemplating fly in its silken coffin--
The path
The Spider makes through the air,
Invisible,
Until the light touches it.
The path
The light takes through the air, invisible,
Until it finds the spider’s web.
Fossil, being wondering at, calls forth a description of great age--
In quiet dark transformed to stone,
Cell after cell to crystal grown,
The pattern stays, the substance gone....
Not quite so old, Tiny Anasazi Woman’s mummy greets her--
How, unconfused, she met the morning sun,
And the pure sky of night,
Knowing no land beyond the great horizons...
Old gods and new abound--
Men of Awatobi,
Killed by men of the Three Mesas,
By arrow, by fire,
Betrayed, trapped in their own kivas.
…
The men of the Three Mesas,
In terror for the peace of the great kachinas
who hold the world together,
Who hold creation in balance,
Took council, acted...
And wind cries “Janet”--
The sunlight pours unshaken through the wind...
II
Navajo thinks like Eskimo:
Singing in duet, water and snow demand their due vocabulary--
Tsaile, Chinle,
Water flowing in, flowing out.
Slow water caught in a pool,
Caught in a gourd;
Water upon the lips, in the throat:
Falling upon longhair
Loosened in ceremony:
Fringes of rain sweeping darkly
From the dark side of a cloud,
Riding the air in sunlight,
Issuing cold from a rock,
Transparent as air, or darkened
With earth, bloodstained, grief-heavy;
In a country of no dew, snow
Softly pile, or stinging
in bitter wind...
The earth and the sky were constant,
But water,
How could they name it with one name?
III
Quebec falls and Sun rises over British Empire--
That September day the English appeared so suddenly that they seemed to have dropped from the sky; appeared, and fired. A warm rain fell now and again upon the troops, and the smoke from the rifles [muskets in fact] lay in long, white streamers, dissipating slowly. The noise of the rifles, reflected from the running water and from the cliffs, was something like thunder, but the rain was too quiet. And running, for the French, had become almost more important than fighting.
“The head of Montcalm lay upon the breast of Ma-mongazid, the young Ojibway, the dark sorrowful face, with its war paint of vermillion and white, intent above the French face graying rapidly. Presently they took the Marquis to the hospital in St. Charles, where he died. Ma-mongazid with his warriors in thirty bark canoes returned to pointe Chegoimegon through the yellowing woods and increasing storms of autumn. The rule of the French was over, the province of Michilimackinac had become the Northwest Territory. The Ojibways called the English Saugaunosh, the Dropped-From-The-Clouds, and regretted the French."
Abraham cries out
Angel grabs the knife
Hands it to Yvor’s wife
Granting her long life
Amid a jungle of words
While roller skating the buffalo heard
She placed each just so
So snow and Navajo
Become friendly
With Eskimo and ice
Sun comes up
Water runs off
Makes canyons in the plains
IV
And along came McMurtree, a big fan of Sutree
Sacajawea/Janey/Mrs. Cherbono/The Squat/Myth-Woman/Pomp’s Mom
Speaking of whom...
Shaqua Jawea was a first string guard for the Mighty Mandans Female Lacrosse league team. She knew very little besides weaving in and out, everyday weaving, corn-pounding, skin dressing, tipi construction, cooking, plus she had experience at babysitting, having been with TaoSaint Cherbonno, rather a clown in buckskin, if you believe Clark and Lewis. She happened to be married to this man who was hired to guide the Corps of Discovery and was swept along upstream as they left for higher elevations in spring of 1805, using their boat--sometimes propelling it upstream with wind, dragging it along with ropes, and most other times using only their hands and their feet and long poles, all the time being told to put their backs into it as well.
Though her main usefulness was to be interpreting with the Indians, Saxawajea knew some of the route they needed to follow to get over the mountains. It turned out she was good for about enough “local knowledge” that it saw the corps through approximately two or three days worth of travel. That was a minor discovery of some moment. They had been conned by a young Indian’s trick. They were stuck with her and the baby, who grew to be a favorite of Clark. He was known as Little Pomp.
Gotta keep on polin’,
Keep that corps a-rollin’,
Up the Mighty Mo we will glide--
Through rain and snow and sagebrush,
We’re in no big old gold rush,
And let’s all keep this hush-hush,
Till we are by the oceanside.
Jaw hide!
Add to their burden the labor of collecting Indian dialects for President TJ, in addition to the facts-gathering, plus stepping carefully around Sioux feelings, and the sum of their efforts seems high. We’ve double-checked that with our patent-toed calculator, which only uses fingers and toes--and does so in base nineteen, so it’s a little skewed but still more than acceptable for gov’t work.
I’ll bet it got hectic, every sew often. The name of the plains warriors, the Teton Siow, gave William Clark fits, like the name of Chernobbo. He used an old Indian trick, one perfected by the Navaho and the Esquimaux, where he just spelt it like he felt it, like.
As in:
Soues, Sous, Sisouex, Soues, Seoues, Sciox, Sciouxm, Sioux, Seaux, Sieus, Scouix, Seauex, Seauix, Souix, Siaux, Sious, Sceoux, Sieuex, Sceaux, Shoe, Soux, & Souis.
“Sue me--I’m an American enjoying his right to do as he damn well pleases.”
These versions of the tribe’s name were all in the expedition’s journal, according to the eminently voluminous Mr. McShoetree. It seems all were in agreement on the word teton, though some may have used words like “boob,” etc.
“See that buck? His name’s Thunder Bubbies. And there’s old Two In The Hand.”
“Either of them related to Tipi Tops?”
“That boob Sioux? I hope not!”
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Easterners adapt to the Mad Mad Wide Wide Wild World of the Wacky West.
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There is no mention in the journal or anywhere else in the literature of the Latin Indians. Nor one iota of the less-famous-by-far Greek Indians. The expectation was that they might run into a few wandering Creeks, but no mention of them, either.
And so it goes, moving west.
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Sacajawea, or Janey, was in fact a captive who had been shuffled from one group of Native american nomads to another and ended up with Charbo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 01:23am PT
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For those suffering weather miseries.
Thawing Out the Pump
A young man realized that certain jobs were part of his work on the farm. He couldn’t expect to get out of turning the grindstone; in season he expected to weed the strawberries and thin the carrots. But on a winter’s morning when the red line in the thermometer was below the zero mark, he wished that thawing out the barnyard pump was not a regular chore. Sometimes, of course, the pump at the kitchen sink caught, but that pump was usually open to reason and quickly responded to a dipperful of hot water.
The barnyard pump was a stubborn affair although long experience had taught him the technique of thawing it out. No use trying to hurry things. Inanimate objects can display an unconscionable amount of patience-testing perversity.
Before a boy went out to help with the morning milking, he put two copper ketles over the front covers of the stove and stoked the firebox with oak and maple. After breakfast he took the boiling water and went to work. Too bad the man who wrote the ad in the catalogue didn’t have to thaw out what he called the “new pattern, close-top, antifreeze lift pump” himself.
One went at it carefully. Just a bit of the got water. Work the creaking handle up and down. A little more water. Work the handle steadily. Not too fast. More water. Still that raucous, hollow, gawking noise. More water. More handle pumping. Pour water with one hand; work the handle with the other. Second tea kettle almost gone. Would the water come? Suddenly a welcome sound. A deeper, purposeful gurgle. More hot water. The feel of weight as water started. Then one could relax. He could feel the water on the way up before the cold, crackling liquid splashed into the trough.
Thawing out the pump is still a morning chore on northland farms. A lad doesn’t pretend to understand atomic fission, but when the new power is under control, he hopes some of it will be hitched to pumps beside the farm watering troughs.
For those lucky enough to live in close proximity with nature in some of the older regions of the country.
Granite Steps
There is meaningful history in worn granite steps.
For two centuries and more they have served their purpose.
Some are the round, flat-topped granite stones at kitchen doors.
Others have lain, little used, before the front doors that lead to the small formal parlors
with their horsehair sofas and intricately carved whatnots.
Big granite rocks have served as stepping stones to the doorsills of ells and woodsheds.
One sees them slanting up to the big barn barn doorways and at the entrance to the tie-ups.
Many an old time barn had a stairway made of steps for the cows
to go up and down from the barn cellar.
Far back on abandoned country roads that wind along hillsides and dip into hollows
there are abandoned old cellar holes.
The granite steps that led into these homes of yesteryear are appealing reminder of the days
when children’s voices echoed over open fields—fields long since reclaimed by nature.
These granite steps are the natural stones left on the land or in it
by the slow-moving glaciers of long ago.
One can imagine the work involved in bringing them to places
where they would serve the needs of man:
a pioneer driving a yoke or two of oxen hitched to a stoneboat,
the farm boys, the huge chains, and the heavy crossbars to help in their removal.
When the clearings in the woodlands became fields and the log cabins had served their purpose,
a man built a frame house for his family.
Mothers and wives probably searched the fields and pastures in advance
for the flat-topped rocks that would serve as doorsteps.
The era of the natural stone steps, before man learned to split granite for his needs,
was an integral part of a new nation’s development.
Solid granite steps were part of the homes of long ago.
On many farms they still serve.
They have known the footsteps of past generations;
they will know the footsteps of generations yet to come.
All photos by Haydn S. Pearson from his book Countryman's Year, Whittlesey House, 1949.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 02:29am PT
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Try as I may z , then switcher Roo
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caught in factby the fact that no such sadness should be forgot the making of zaintz seems more like pointing out the frailty fail Éé ness of the church to it own flok.
That strident adoration to the tenants, of any one belief system over another , to the total demise of any other beliefs or culture surrounding those other beliefs is the standard by which the Abrhamic religious cultures mesure their success.. Total domination of or the assimilation of 100% of a indigenous population.
The real artifact would do, if the new holy man could best the world and live in the wilderness then God loved him for spreading the word, his life was validated by his drawing breath and the lord venerated by his pressing the flesh? ?
western wilds are haunted by the tens of thousands of souls that died at the hands of the white godly race?
Hey that is as cool as usual unless you knew that I climbed a bit with Kamps.!
He was very much a late 80's mentor , another pure ground up no preview climber.
Not at all anti bolt but highly anti easy out, slippery slope, issues guy.
Whanna bet? Patzs or Hawkzs ? I think it will be a fun game that is a kin to the end of the why holy why Roman Empire not Greek? so to speak
speak badly of religion at my own peril but I can. and do all the time, seems Mrs Oblahme, thinks it is the wiskey or with out the E
hell is I like to stay just off not on all the tome of golden bells , hear em
did it strike that heel first then knee elbow knee face hair covered in blood
line me up Scotty beam be to Christ I survived fourteen! and you too!
. . . . . . that saidness of the first, original true people has always been a thing that I wish more climbers would respect. as to the genocide in the name of the cross God.
I played with the raw deal that them 'Merican's got
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 03:14am PT
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Love for the Kampfire.
Love for camping in general.
Hold your tennis racquet with both hands on the backhand.
Hold the climbing rope with one hand.
Simple.
What if Bob Kamps had held climbing camps, mush as Robbins had his trips into the yonder mountains?
Bob was one of the greatest of 'Mericans at climbing rocks.
I think his contributions deserve much greater recognition than he has so far received.
http://www128.pair.com/r3d4k7/Bouldering_History3.0.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Kamps
http://climbrockclub.com/youth-programs/vacation-mini-camps/
the BE-ee coming attitudes are taught,along with the rules, of grammar,at this minique camp, much tenants elbowing as basic tenets are taught to likely gym ratz.
Remember, Gene Tenace of the World Champ Athletics. Now there was a belayer!
He was a hall of fame catcher in that respect, but his climbing career was kiboshed by Charlie Finley, who said he was risking the team's success. Good point.
He had a mean backhand as well as a deadly throw to second.
The Ace caught Vida Blue's no-hitter in 1970 against the Twins, 6-0, when Vida became the youngest pitcher since Paul Dean's no-hitter on the same date, Sept. 21, 1934.
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The role of the catcher in this no-hitter must have been that of the wily vet and the new kid, who never used a lick of VO, most likely.
Football is like religion, being played mainly on Sunday. Throw in golf, what the heck.
We like the Seahawks in straight sets.
Brady's footwork on the backhand has not suffered over the years, but his sideline game is hinky, and his lobs haven't been winners as much as in the past.
Over on the other bench, Wilson is half-black and is looking for a trip to meet the president. Brady's been there several times. Coach Carrol, too, as a collegiate national champ. Wilson's passing game is peakining. He has younger legs than Brady and is able to avoid the rush at the net by setting up faster.
I also keep getting over the computer's speakers, due to the adware virus, an audio, which repeats, "He's gonna go! Touchdown, Seattle!"
TOTALLY looks like the Super Bowl Loser, Ronster!
The Born Loser.ur not gonna die on my watch.--weedge
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 31, 2015 - 08:14am PT
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Gypsy has NOT left the building...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 09:17am PT
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I awoke to sniffl out that I've got a cold boo hiss !
but returning with no time right now
Christ, Chuck - stop kicking and screaming me me and stop drinking.
I am all in for YA man so if you can get in to a program
or
button up and send the runout three weeks is bull,
you got princess eses to raise !!
lov YA though!
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I was always mad at bobby for being a dog , then at the telluride shows in '87 Phill and I said as much I hopez to ?? what , Phill thought to cut down on drama but really it was just watching was hard or made phill hard? any way latter it was pointed out to me that those that can do
Do do they do it for us who get very little to no groupie, so that the vicarious living is rewarded by hero worship , to which B Wier Has A weege like addiction to.
IAlways wil be mad at Phill for not being a better brothers keeper to Gerrball, who was much more pet like in his needs after the Coma. Not that any blame lies at anyone's feet, but captain Tripz, Gerry also could not stop and so his hart did
Rest is the l. . . .left is the legacy of the Greatful Dead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 02:10pm PT
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Lady and the Tram
20,000 Leads Under the Sea
Davy Crockett King of the Wild Front Points
Around the World in 80 Pitches
Old Yeller
The Bridge on the River Kwai at the Center of the Universe
These are some of the cinematic offerings at the Village Theater (a mere twenty cents, soon raised to a quarter) in Sacto.
Lucky Market, Rhodes, JC Penny with 40' plate glass windows, Rhodes Department Store with escalators, Walgreen's...all these and many more at North Sacto's Country Club Center.
We lived about a half-mile from this shopping center at what some call the Four Corners, at Watt Ave. and El Camino. The land was originally horse pasture purchased for a drive-in theater, which was changed for the better. They held sports car races in the rear parking lot every so often.
When it was clear, when you bothered to look, you could see some Sierra Nevada skyline from these shopping centers. We took up residence here in 1954.
My sister Lenna found these on GI.
I did not get to see The Abominable Snowman, the best of the Yeti movies.
Joe Dante is wrong, however, there are no Ab Snowmen in the Alps!
Hammer Films. Ha!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 31, 2015 - 03:14pm PT
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Which team is going to win the SupaBowel and how confindent are you of your prognostication? Dollarwise.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 03:30pm PT
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trying real for real not to go iceklambering or gambling, same thing.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 31, 2015 - 04:23pm PT
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The team with the most points at the end of the game,
This covers many situations, except that one annoying instance where no team scores any points, that is to say, the null game.
Is confindent a word? What happened to The Flames spellchecker?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 04:47pm PT
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I will, under protest, choose a team to win.
I hate Paul Schaffer the piano player, Late nite show side kick,for personal reasons, he still
plays music at the drop of the hat, like Brady he can play.
so I will take them east coast Patriots and take seven points.
One touch down is a close stupor bowl score history being the tallywacker!
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Hangin' Judge of milk ball flats the malted kind from Leaf Candies, once a subsidiary of Grace
That would be W.R. GRACE the company chart on the nysexc, as one of the all time most stagnant stock or down trending
of any,... why do I care or know I have no idea?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 05:55pm PT
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Go Go Go Lax
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 31, 2015 - 06:36pm PT
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Back before the advent of gay pool, there was only straight pool. $3000 a game.
-Fast Eddie, Flo & Eddie, Eddie Haskel & Minnesota (don't call me Joe Montana) Fats
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In the immortal words of Junipero Serra (no not que sera, sera) GodDamn
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 10:11pm PT
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Nahuatlbee will bee, Brujozee.
Aztecan from the Florentine Codex.
Aztec Warrior
I zicka zimba, zimba, zimba
zicka zimba, zimba, hey
I zicka zimba, zimba, zimba
I zicka zimba, zimba, hey
Hold him down, you Aztec warrior!
Hold him down, you Aztec chief,
Chief chief chief...
I kamma zimba zimba zi-yo
I kamma zimba zimba zee
I kamma zimba zimba zi-yo
I kamma zimba zimba zee
See him there, the Aztec warrior!
See him there, the Aztec chief,
Chief, chief, chief...
Zee what'll be next...during the next sing-a-long at The Flames All & Sundry Campfire, girls and boys. (Not affiliated with Campfire Girls & Boys USA, but with strong ties to NSARA, DHOA, and the Gang of Three or More.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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ACME ADVICE AND CHEESE SHOP
We strive to give you the best advice, hence the name “Acme.”
The best advice is none, they say.
We agree. Take all the advice you want from us--it’s free.
The preceding sentence is meant as an offer, not as advice. It is a free offer, however.
We advise you to use it at your own risk, and that’s all the advice we have.
We have no other advice.
If we did, we might sell it, but no one buys advice except from paid consultants, who are merely tax write-offs at best; and they have been known to have miserable track records, though some must be insightful and wise.
And as for cheese, cheese is where you find it.
We have a special today--all cheese in the shop is free.
Eat it at your own risk: We assume no liability in case you get sick from not eating cheese you don’t have that may or may not have gone bad.
I should have mentioned we haven’t any cheese today.
Sorry, my lad; my bad.
Cheese seldom “goes off,” but what do I know? I’m not an expert on the subject of cheese “going off.”
I simply have this cheese shop which is really just a front for giving advice I don’t have.
Why do it? It makes me feel wise.
There once was a film crew here,
the interviewer
quizzing me
as interviewee
extensively
about did we
or didn’t we
actually
carry
cheese
here in this establishment.
Wheel, sez I, let me see.
I dodged into the back.
I let on that I was fumbling about.
Then came out
with some Jack O’Monterey
and I made them a present of it.
And they went off happy as can be.
We know how to handle the roughest customers.
When a man thinks he’s got the better of you, he’ll likely be a repeat customer.
We keep a block of Jack in the Back in a Box, you see.
We’re thinking of starting a drive-thru, on the advice of that same crew.
We are Acme, and we ARE the best.
We listen. We care.
You should too.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I have added vice to my life
Recently , in this last Unforgiving year the list is scary
Booze,
first drops in ten years
super Topo
Masterbitory yelling into the wind,
Gym membership
far more lifting up and putting things down than I have ever engaged in
being nice to the wife
the rewards are the same, strange . . . not
Some 'Strange'
Not worth the drama, knocked that BJ Off the bucket list
Turmeric
in food, as a facial, and trip the rice color
the list of things dangerous and now on the bad list have also multiplied
Oh dear as this is going to be a day and evening of doing other things, check out the most recent Avery shares those are the spires of, to, and for to aspire to climb! I know no punk tu ation
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Cortez was a killer, no?
Don't tell me he's been beatified. If that big dumb blonde with her wheel in the gorge ever gets nominated I'll self-ex-communicate straightaway.
Funny thing, I didn't dream I saw St. Augustine last night, but I did dream I got a brand new trumpet with a really sophisticated mouthpiece, so with no further ado, here's Harry's mom and her posse.
I know I said no further, but (no offense to Willie Waldman intended)I have to observe that I do not sweat profusely when trumpeting. Likely excuse here is the bright lights of the big city and lack of rehearsal time.
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Everybody went down to that million dollar bash, yet only the Dude's dad came back up*. Happy hunting. Like a Bridges rising out of troubled water it seems.
*Maybe not factually correct, but fair use under The Flames Literary License to Kill. We do know for sure that Captain Ahab came back up a couple of times, but he eventually went down for the count.
Jai Guru Deva? Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh.
While it may be safe to get back in the water, don't drink it.
-George Orwell, 1984
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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shotzzz, I did not realize Zevon, studied with Stravinsky!!
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If I had had this much stoke and information when I was younger. . .
I would be Grateful Fred,... funny, Dead... Grateful dead
Man this auto correct and Avery's threads. . .
Now it must be said that I made choices.
If I had all the money and time that I spent Following that party around,
Back ...
But that is not how the broom of history swept
so now in the dust bin of age I strive to climb to the rim of the ditch.
I hope I do ten times over before it is the Via Ferrata it can and maybe should be.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sometimes you get shown the light
In the strangetst of places
If you look it at right
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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By placing this in quotes, I wash my hands of any responsibilty for the veracity of any of it's assertions, becoming thus just another fellow traveler on the waters of oblivion.
The book Emerging Infectious Diseases: Trends and Issues cites the 1984 Rajneeshee bioterror attack, along with the Aum Shinrikyo group's attempts to use anthrax and other agents, as exceptions to the belief "that only foreign-state supported groups have the resources to execute a credible bioterrorism event".[58] According to Deadly Cultures: Biological Weapons Since 1945, these are the only two confirmed uses of biological weapons for terrorist purposes to harm humans.[5] The incident was the single largest bioterrorist attack in United States history.[3][59][60] In the chapter titled: "Influencing An Election: America's First Modern Bioterrorist Attack" in his 2006 book Terrorism on American Soil: A Concise History of Plots and Perpetrators from the Famous to the Forgotten, author Joseph T. McCann concludes: "In every respect, the salmonella poisoning carried out by the cult members was a major bioterrorist attack that fortunately failed to achieve its ultimate goal and resulted in no fatalities."[19]
Hell of a way to make it to the top ten, but ..,. she did make it
As a result of a follow-up investigation, The Oregonian learned that Leslie L. Zaitz, one of their investigative journalists, had been placed as number three on a top-ten hit list by Sheela's group.[14]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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All this time folks have been thinking that happiness is a warm gun. Forget all that macho shit!! and get yourself a guitar.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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When I first came to town I was fascinated photographicaly[Click to View YouTube Video] By decrepit properties.
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Homes that had sprouted trees in parlors and had vines for roofs.
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Being new to town and not wanting to draw attention to myself,
I have not taken the pictures.
Pictures of falling up homes and boarded up shops.
So again, thanx for letting me get to see
the things in my minds eye
if I only knew where to look
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Was working in the valley then & became a reality when returning to my room my roommate had gone in brought a backpack load out and drying on his bed the Rangers new about the plane and the lake was frozen over so they thought they couldn't get to it they didn't know how wrong they were s some body ( I know but not going to say ) took a gas powered chainsaw cutting into the ice bales were popping out all over the place the smart ones in the valley climbers & Curry employees called in sick and got there share and some really smart carried it part way back & buried it and came back latter and really cashed in. By the name the Rangers knew what was happening it was to late and no busts!!. Climbers had money employees had money the mountain shop did a thriving business the mountain room stake house did a thriving business climbers where eating like kings not there norm!!. One of the climbers found the little black book of all the names of who they were getting product and delivering to .. He went on a rescue at night with others on the Yosemite Falls trail and went missing they found his body the next day and being up that trail many times people wondering if he was murdered because of the black book!!. Nobody will never know later Readers Digest had a article Yosemite's Little Secrete! Now no longer a secrete! Berg Heil!
--"Anonymous Rod" McKenzie
TY, Rod.
ty, neebee.
http://l.facebook.com/l/2AQEweCfN/www.outsideonline.com/featured-videos/adventure-videos/climbing/Valley-Uprising-s-Drug-Plane-Crash-Scene.html
The cast is just LOADED with Rock Stars in this clip!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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My I would love to see that but here it failed to open
Yet. . .From this 1st genpho hippy ner to the throne of gone
gonna be gone soon so why not spoon?
Sweet water never goes down the wrong tube.
Broom of history sweeping up doom.
say it ain't so 'cause the pump is froze.!
Was working in the valley then
& became a reality when
returning to my room my roommate
had gone in brought a backpack load out and drying on his bed
The Rangers new about the
plane and the lake was frozen over
so they thought they couldn't get to it
they didn't know how wrong they were
As some body ( I know but not going to say ) took a gas powered chainsaw
cutting into the ice bales were popping out all over the place
the smart ones in the valley
climbers & Curry employees called in sick and got there share
Some really smart carried it part way back
buried it and came back latter and really cashed in.
By the name the Rangers
knew what was happening it was to late and no busts!!. Climbers had money employees had
money the mountain shop did a thriving business the mountain room stake house did a thriving
business climbers where eating like kings not there norm!!.
One of the climbers found the little
black book of all the names of who they were getting product and delivering to .. He went on a
rescue at night with others on the Yosemite Falls trail and went missing they found his body
the next day and being up that trail many times people wondering if he was murdered because
of the black book!!.
Nobody will never know later
Readers Digest had a article Yosemite's Little
Secrete! Now no longer a secrete! Berg Heil!
--"Anonymous Rod" McKenzie
TY, Rod.
ty, neebee.
http://l.facebook.com/l/2AQEweCfN/www.outsideonline.com/featured-videos/adventure-videos/climbing/Valley-Uprising-s-Drug-Plane-Crash-Scene.html
The cast is just LOADED with Rock Stars in this clip!
I tried that to see why and what for no can face book?
whay to figure sherlock! duh,
So what is the need point agravation that is . . .what is face book?? am I over due to have that rigg?
for why do I need another thing to tap and live up to??
MY responses can be
addictive personality disorder, mixed with
Grandure and those are not delusions.
I have no need to be depressed that no one
love/friends me for a month or year or day so no facepaint for me either.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... just dropped by, as, i got the email, with the hayden music, etc...
thanks, say, i had never heard this before...
well, after all, i really was into playing so much stronger beethoven, :))
say, just saw this tonight... enjoyed the supreme goodness of the ol' judge...
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a small wish, you know, that this type of a 'fantasy movie' as, in reality,
it seems never to happen, :(
WOULD happen in many nice helpful ways, for all the everyday folks,
trying to live and work and provide for their families in life...
:)
say, now, oddly, this FLAMES gave me no trouble, to post here or see pics, tonight... :O
maybe 'odd' is rooting for me, :)
(thought you would enjoy that, as to 'odd') :)
*think she is in NY, by the way...
say,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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^^^Richard Carlson was the name of my roommate in the old employee housing tents down by Leidig Meadow near where the maids' dormitory was located, just across Northside Drive from Camp 4.
He bears a resemblance to Harry Morgan, from Dragnet and MASH.
Harry Morgan and Frank Morgan are no relation, as these are stage names.
Frank Morgan played the humbug wizard in Wizard of Oz. (Talk about yer FANTASY!)
Mason Profit/Buffalo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0xKgWbvZMk
Maon Profitt/Flying Arrow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbROveSag9g
Fire.
Water.
Whole races
It erases.
So don't feel all alone, Gnome.
Your appreciation ratio is climbing and my heart soars like the hawk.
I wonder what's in store for half-time snackage at Reinero's.
It's Super Sunday.
No rest, though.
John Michael Talbot/Here I Am Lord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFFhZM4rn-c
Engage those prayer wheels for rSin, who is despondent and hurting.
Be kind amid all the violence and turmoil.
The poor Tuolumne is the river pictured further upthread.
Stanley Morgan was once a wide receiver for the Patriots. Stan the cow pony has it from the Clydesdales...take the Hawks.
He is rooting for the Pats.
Fierce or fast?
Fleet of foot or red in fang,
It don't mean a doggone thang.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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In the winter of 1971, I chose to return to Yosemite Valley. I wanted to work and live in the dorms; but no jobs were available at the time. So Skeet showed me a talus slope cave above Camp 4 where I could live. I slept there sometimes but mostly I preferred to sleep in the meadow by the river or up on the valley rim. I got to be friends with the women who lived in the apartment at Degnan’s dorms—Sheila, Molly, Mary Lou and Terry. One night they invited me to a spaghetti dinner. Terry and I had just come back from backpacking in the little Yosemite. Randy who was a friend of Mary Lou’s was there too. He was living at June Lake at the time and working as a ski lift operator. We got to chatting and about ten p.m. that night we walked out the door together and stayed together almost 24/7 until he died April 1, 1983.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gypsy, you have probably said someplace, but who was the lucky one to whom you sold Toad Hall when the time came?
I remember the Dwight Way apartment across from Herrick Hospital.
When Dolores and I had moved in with you two we bought that uncomfortable hide-a-bed sofa and you two took the closet with the double doors.
I always envied you two, snugly tucked in there in the dark--it was like a tent or small cave in there.
And the used bookshops up on Shattuck.
And sidereal time out back in the parking area.
And kites on the ridge top.
And Larry Jones showing up with us at first and finding the St. George's home for disturbed teenagers on Arch Street which led him to meet his Barb (RIP).
And enchilada feasts.
And drying long hair over the floor vent because no one had hair dryers then.
And occasional bouldering sessions at IR and Cragmont--we actually completed a route there!
Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end.
The sunglasses on young Downhill Randy appear to be slightly on the feminine side, like the ones I had from Dolores only more fifties than seventies.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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pour for vuor pour for four only i am clinkin' beers with grapefruit init euw but free beer is the best beer in the west or east
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Now earlier I pointed Out that In some way This drinking Is new for mwa
Not that I had to stop, or ever had a problem,
just as an addict of life, poured death, began to bore me
So I stopped for more than a decade and missed the craft beer revolution.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Now your memory is leaving you Mouse. Randy and I slept on the double bed in the living room. You and Dolores had a mattress in the kitchen. There was no hide-a bed when we lived there. Lee Bibby (now Lee Lalone) slept in the closet. We never did.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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But I do remember cooking a Thanksgiving dinner there. And George Sykes and Claire (?) came to eat with us. And someone found a rather tiny bedraggled tree drying out in an alley and brought it home and I made paper chains to decorate it. We did have a fire place and that wacky chandelier with blue and red bulbs that kept coming on and off at the weirdest times. I loved that floor vent.
And I worked in the Medical Records department at Herrick Hospital so my commute was walking across the street. Randy had to walk to the North Face on Telegraph Avenue. I usually got off work first, walked to North Face and then we would walk to Indian Rock.
I don't remember who bought Toad Hall. We sold it when we were living in Aptos and Ariel was about two or three years old--1978 or 79.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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When Randy and I moved in, the former tenant was moving out. She was going to Europe and asked us if it was okay if she just left everything there as it had been left there when she moved in. We said "Sure" as the only things we owned fit into our Kelty frame packs and we didn't have any furniture. There was a great radio console in the living room that had speakers in the kitchen. We listened to KPFA all the time when we were home. There was all kinds of construction paper and crayons left behind too and I gave them to the little girl in the upstairs apartment. "My name is Sibhoan," she said. "It's Irish". And that dumbwaiter that was closed up.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy... nice to see you hear again...
love all the old stories that all you guys all share...
say, i was not out on adventures, etc, but, in ol' san jose, i sure
DID enjoy the floor vents, too, :)) for long hair, and for
sitting in a blanket, next to them...
our trouble was, there was about six of kids, all wanting the one
in the family room, which was the easier and best one, to have, :))
am still doing a painting for you, of that neat tree, just that, it is
on my list, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I don't remember when my memory left the building, Gypsy.
Perhaps a medical records search might help.
I do remember the blind dumbwaiter.
Siobahn was upstairs next door to the Scientology practitioners.
I remember that "clearly."
I'll be Bill Ding-ed if I remember a Claire, but then I didn't get to hang with George Sykes much, but his buddy Dan Ake was working for Mtn Traders, was it? It was a new shop, run by a very independent sort whose name also escapes me.
There was the premiere of Fred Padula's and Glen Denny's El Capitan which the four of us attended in the City.
Randy's pipes. Dunhills, right?
You probably still have them pack-ratted away, I'm betting.
The kitchen in that place was in need of paint due to what appeared to have been a spaghetti fight, reddish stains on the walls. Dolores insisted we paint, and in addition I built planter boxes inside the kitchen windows for the coleus plants and spider plants.
As for the Zenith console, it ended up in the Factory Outlet. I put it upstairs on top of the old mail order office in back of the FO, so one needed to climb up there to change the stations--KFAT and the classical station were the order of the day.
It's painful to think of George, who gave up his ghost to depression and suicide. I did only one climb with him. Jeff and I got him on Jumars and we did Pulpit Rock together, the onliest climb I ever did on that side of the Merced Gorge.
We all need a little help from our real friends.
The weird chain of memory...Bill Ding>Mike Harding. I think that was the name of the guy Dan worked for, who made body packs that x-c skiers really loved. Jefe bought one and raved over its benefits.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Randy had several pipes and a few were Dunhills. I still have most of them except for the ones that Mark McPherran now has. When Randy and I were in London, we went to the Dunhill shop. The salespeople of course ignored us until Randy pulled out his Dunhill smooth grain; then they all came over to ask him about it. He always smoked Dunhill 965 and Rattrays #7.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Thanks for Cher-ing.
Someone SHOULD comment on the shape SHE'S in. Not as good as Chele, I should note...
Aw, man, there I go again...dishing compliments to the choir.
Paging No Doctor...young boy at heart needs Tender Loving Cher but cannot get enough.
Zoe used to tell folks she was 'happily divorced.'
When is an Allman Joy best? When it's Cher-ed.
Meadow weddin' is a tradition tried by many-many. Sharing your life with a wife is as serious as your first climb. If I say "I do" I do mean it. Even if I can't, my intentions were good.
It's not just an interesting 'experiment' like takin' the first hit, either. If we could only live life in reverse, if we could only remember how very f-ed up our previous lives were in the present one, then we would be like, immortal.
But we get so tired by the time we're old and readying to go, our bodies cry out for vengeance on our treatment of them, and there is so much about life that WE CAN'T CONTROL in actual fact, though at the time we are confident or hopeful, anyway, that some of us give up and fade.
That's not what I want, but it's what would feel best to my body, wanting its rest.
There is no peace, true peace, this side of the crypt.
All I know is that when the warm fuzzies come, at my age, with my poor circulation and lack of warm blood, they are so very much appreciated.
It's why I pray. That warm result often ensues. Whether it works for you, I don't specially care.
I'm just an old poor boy sittin' quietly at home, now, mostly; and it's as peaceful as I can do for myself--except for the prayin' and the fuzzies, life would really suck.
Some are afraid of becoming shut-ins, and at an early age, this is tragic. My heart really goes out. It's pain you're feeling, and I'm just me, and I do what I can for others.
That is what makes neebee so special. She never stops.
For a long time that was the rationale for doing drugs...feeling good.
It's what being a good parent or spouse or employee (okay, we can draw the line back at spouse) is about...feeling good about making others feel good. It's probably why each of us is here, but some don't realize it.
It's just that now I'm aged, I feel even better when I can sit in the dark like a ripening cheese and think how groovy life is deprived of vision, sound, distractions. And when the neighborhood's gone quiet, gone to bed, gone to Nod, and the dogs even are quiet, including Muttso upstairs who barks constantly when she leaves...
THERE'S STILL THAT DAMN INTERSTATE'S CONSTANT NOISE!
(Well, the 99 isn't the Interstate, but it's just as noisy.) And the trains. And there are two, not just one, tracks. I'm surrounded. Thank God Castle AFB closed. B-52s make a lot of racket.
Desert dwelling nomads were wise to dwell so.
It's just too bad that camel hair cloth tents smell so.
And the hubble-bubble goes out
because you've fallen asleep
listening to the rain on the tent;
And that's a rare event.
Plus you miss most of the lightning storm off in the hinterlands, too.
One can't argue with success.
One can only accept the blame, if blame attaches.
Like meeting someone and walking out into the future
and never parting,
always sharing,
even the occasional farting.
Such sweet tomorrows from yesterdays sweeter than wine
And such sweet dreams.
Let me say, it's nice to have such a family as the Flames.
David Bowie/Girls
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEvRu91hReo
Preceding ramble is bought and paid for by
PINE, REPINE, DWINDLE
Divorce attorneys-at-law.
You have only one life, but may have more than one wife.
We're here for you, time after time.
Frank/Time After Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_I6s1J9ZSNw
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Climbers suck,
how these Milktoast pubic hair shaving younge punks deserve All this information is beyond my grasp.,[Click to View YouTube Video]
how these Overly coddled,'given it on a silver platter', undesreving, still think hair is some thing to shave , even down there? young punks deserve All this information is beyond my grasp.(Edited after some consideration)
They will find this, and use it I hope.
I am climbing in the spires just looking right now!!
I made my choices and stand by them,
but If iI could have the time and money I spent in my youth chasing Live Dead
and other semi pro transient life styles,
Back ...
I would be Gratefully Fred ... Dead. . . Greet fooley dead.
Sitting here in the dust bin of age I morn that, that is not how the broom of history swept me.
great shares by men who have the climbers soul
that I share
thanx for all of the posts so far . . .
Good morning, DMT
Oops that was a big phooy up I was not venting at or insulting any one,
Least of all you !
Please understand the use of the entire statement, when I opened my wrtten missive with that
derogatory declaration that was directed against youth, it was, and is meant only to preface
the reader as to my frustration that more climbers have still not seen this great thread!
I am sorry that I crossed the line of civil discourse, into the vulgar ranting of a bitter old man.
I am glad but not surprised to see that you found your way here too!
While I can understand your taking offense at my Milktoast comment it was an innocent use of an adjective, mfm , you tried to tell me, hung again by my own pitard,
Dingus, my rants and babble, my Age And Lameness, are my condition.Why pick on the infirm? I have enjoyed everything of yours that I can remember reading.
If my words are not to your liking stop reading them!
I joined the Soviet Republic of Super Topo After the great purges had ceased,
out of need and wanting to bring some thing new to this clusterphuk!
Give me some slack, slack. . .please
Slack!
SLACK!!
SLACK!!
From here to there and everywhere, I see you saw or should have, my posts to neebee?
One to Feralflea a kin in avatars a wild thing yearning to be free/wild,(it was a nee b's authored thread)
Some of my secret spots sit now in plain sight of wide busy roads. they are still pristine!
these are the matters that I ignore when posting here!
It is Small by many standards but to be honest it is as good as the unks, to me. no G On purpose!
So one publisher took himself out?(Dave Pegg, rip) ! why?? I hope it was not the rise of the New "it must be as safe as we can make it" type of climber , those that represent a paradigm change ,
Hey I said that indoor, plastic , the un-ending search for the hardest move, out right competition would so change climbing as to push us adventure climbers to leave the sportin.
Was I wrong ?monly a bit.
Now for x maw I have the Rags of climbing coming in the mail should I share the recent issues or going forward? pass whole features ?
any infringement that might get me in dodo?
A gem of an interview, a sound bite, an unsatisfactory, but in short story - best describe most
of these,certainly that is the case in Climbing A decline that is sad and surprising!
short attentions need short shares to entice the buying of the rag. is the reason that is , i think the cause.
That they are so short I can see posting them .
From the Rock & Ice February '15, page 22, Yvon Chouinard, Coonyard says. . .
"If you take the risk out of climbing it's not climbing anymore."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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oopzee, I pizzed off DMT, Thanxz for adding twist to the skewer,
I was spewing instant and coco a milquetoast ritual (need chocolate) that my diet endures, not.
http://english.stackexchange.com/questions/159549/does-milk-toast-milk-toast-or-milktoast-mean-the-same-as-milquetoast
(real men, like, take thier coffee black) Just a cup of cold coffee. . .from what Dead song
YA know, I'm only in it for the gold . . .
it feels so good to know I have not lost it! what ever that bonehard,(1) that spike of manzanita
or pricker under the saddle that only wrankles, the very most respected !
My Jay bird agrees with Dingus though, so I am wrong at least in my choice of vocabulary
Apparently the pointing out of the 'new' trend in shaving even in men is not to be made fun of!?
She said some very important things, Among them;
1) what ever I said , said in such a vulgar way, was wrong,
2) Say New age, Metro-sexual, or actually, the phrase that fits is man-scaped!
3) I can not say anything on the topic of grooming.
?.
Hey how hard is that new line you sent?
(1)Bone Hard!
I fell on Burning Bush, before and after holds broke changing the crux,
and that damn Gash!,super crack,
that to be vulgar using climbs in the highest # I did not send clean,
A # that clocked in at the grade of five thirteen.
Yes in the nears I sent hard twelve, but chalk negates the true onsight of the hard climbs there. They are top rope trails with white marking every hold.
Gym Climbs! now.. . . Think Eraser Head. I was trying to lead that, pre-placed gear though,
though no one is asking.
the above added for climbing content and to try to justify my existence!
So sorry for breathing , climbing. posting .walking on the same planet. . .
Did I say that this makes forty years of self sufficient wilderness existing & climbing ,
merde that is I am, is, I am is.!
Ok one two three it needs the edit it key! see , in my best,EG,Robinson , not J Cagney's
"Oh, A Wize guy"" bad choice of example, maybe I will ... still ?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Marianne Faithful/Young Girl Blurs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOxNoLVa7ZU
Cafe on (black)
Milk gone (a lack for a lass)
Images are moving
You sit in your room (nothing new but the date)
A little brought down (nothing a good packet of non-dairy creamer can fix)
In your town
So, Dr. Phil, tell us about your experience with ground hog day, please.
Why, sure, Oprah. I saw my shadow and had to stop right there and then and think about how I felt.
I'm sorry, Phil. I was distracted. What did you say?
Do I need to repeat myself, then, dear hostess?
If you wouldn't mind.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I could come back if you're not ready."
"This is Phil. He's been a waiter for three years."
Oprah, you know, like most of us astute observers, that you can amaze people with seemingly dazziling insights, like bringing a cup of black coffee to a lady who never said how she preferred taking her morning brew.
What makes you say that?
I've noticed for years that a thin woman over the age of forty never uses milk or sugar.
Yes in the nears I sent hard twelve, but chalk negates the true onsight of the hard climbs. they are top rope trails of white marking every hold.
I've always said so.
I just never had the word "onsight" in my lingo.
I did onsight the Gunsight with Randy the Wily Vet. We didn't know we were sighting on anything other than just another couple of Ding brats, more or less, me more, he less...he'd broken his clo at Stoney Pointless.
I think I remember that it was wet with tears from the clouds but we used special EB Gratton Diving Fins and we had two swamis along who happened to be Sherpa-trained, thus insuring our success.
Some fun is best done out of the sun, thus insuring memorability.
And then your age shows when beauteous gypsy girls call you on the details.
Or maybe it was Tim Harrison.
No matter, really. I enjoyed the company of both men on multi-pitch routes. We never considered them as "multi-pitch," either.
They were either Grade II or III.
And I liked that Roman numerality,
that simplicity.
Ground Dog Day, III, 5.9
Well, it's raining cats and dogs, Tim. What's that tell ya?
5.9, let's go back to Degnan's and have mort de cafe.
Yeah, the coffee shop's been closed for re-modeling.
(Sun-scum was enough of a threat on the Grade II Pharaoh's Beard that the Rev used it as a reason to bail.)
I was his enabling second, however, so I share the guilty secret...the sun was out by twelve and we could have done it handily.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Didn't really take off on the Airplane thread, better get it in here in case Licky gets banned.
Talk about a reefer five foot long. Who are those two? They're from Coronado.
"I can say no more."
-Ringo and/or Paul or Richard Lester
It felt like a mile a minute or at least 3/5 in ten seconds
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Woodstock pffft, it was an ez choice to stay in Berkeley and wait for Altamont.
Do away with people? In general or just those like Bruce Lee .. er .. Kay
Something is amiss when even Doc Hartouni is frettin' (and he don't even have a guitar). Hope he doesn't quit in disgust, because he's probably the only one (though he never reads this thread) who could point out that that is actually 3 and 6 tenths miles a minute).
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sometimes it all comes down to who has the bigger bag (at least in Scotland).
More crazy folks per square mile Finland or Scotland?
One lump or two?
What a stupid question(z).
[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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^^^The coming and a-going Gypsy^^^
Back to forth
Fourth to fifth
Then helter-skelter
Back to perigee
I got a big bang out of this.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Doctor who?
Not Dr. Phil, surely.
Ready, steady, van Gogh.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck 16 billion
And the mouse just sat there through the whole thing,
Went through approximately twelve times as many lives,
And then, like a good Hindu,
Ran down,
Screaming, "Entropy is coming! Entropy is coming!"
He felt like Paul Revere,
All sincere,
Because he wasn't there, really,
He was here.
This was all related to me by a little bird.Not too happy with the Seahawks, the little bird lost several bets.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse,
Your "pray - pain - drugs - feeling well" - post above is one of the best I've seen on ST. Thanks for posting.
And pardon me for slipping away and over to British odd-balls.
The empire seemed to abound in British oddballs, from the notorious Richard Burton, who "liked to boast that he had indulged in every vice and indulged in every crime", to the maverick General Orde Wingate, who "would ... hold interviews while lying naked on a bed and combing his body hair with a toothbrush".
Never leave your toothbrush behind...
Thåström - You Will Be President
[Click to View YouTube Video]
According to his instructions, Thomas Jefferson's gravestone reads as follows:
"Here was buried Thomas Jefferson
Author of the Declaration of American Independence
of the Statute of Virginia for regious freedom
And Father of the University of Virgina"
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Entropy, the story behind the story of the story of my life...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ground Hog Day celebrating Milbury's own Bill "MURRAY" aka Milbury Bill, the gadget collector and badger expert.
Who did you kill, Milbury Bill?
Bacon Day celebrating Francis (ahem) Bacon, who famously said:
"Age appears to be best in four things: best in old wood to burn,
old wine to drink,
old friends to trust,
and old authors to read."
Pate de foie de la journée du porc which celebrates healthy hog livers blended with sublet spices and herbs.
Nina May Day, which celebrates the Old Okie's oldest daughter's birthday, is one we like here in the Central Valley. She is now a spinster living in a van down by the Ganges and is considered a holy woman by the locals, a sadhette, if you will or even if you won't. That local crowd is tetchy, sometimes.
Her sister is named Ada June, but she has no special day. She is currently still married to T.H.E. Diamond, the king of Rocky Mountain NP; hence, Ada Diamond. She is 81 years old this coming June 8.
Here's one ninth of 81 in a symbolic form: 9.
And in honor of the repetitive nature of the Bill Murray movie, here is a presentation made possible by RAVENS, LTD., the concessionaire of the Yosemite Valley talus piles, but they are going broke because they stash all the silver in a hollow tree somewhere in Castle Crags.
http://www.math.sjsu.edu/~goldston/otherpub.pdf
WARNING! MAY MAKE YOU WANT TO DO AWAY WITH PEOPLE.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Thank you, Marlow, for that dudo.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A little tiny domestic scene involving the neighborhood feral cats.Old chicken bones gnawed by Rooftop Kitty and Roofus are shown, my treat from last November.
Just fast food on the wing.
Flying rats are hard on cats...they make them so darn crazy.
But it's the cats' own darn fault for being so darn lazy.
Sleep all day, roam all night,
The three together make a sight,
which as yet I haven't been able to record.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Live from the Freight and Salvage, circa 1967. Snakey Pete of pedal steel.
If Doc Hartouni was in the house he could teach us all how to put this into an infinite loop, though I've always wondered how you prove a loop is infinite in a finite amount of time.
[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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I took the easy way out, here, zBrown, by sliding over to the end...one can only take so much badger-badger-badger-badger and mushroom-mushroom, after all...and then found Klein,the speed-freak honey badger of the Kalahari as he ate snake-snake.
That honey badger is as bad-ger-ass as a sassy wolverine, aka "glutton."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I still have not found the man and boot vs the honey badger video!
Wait wonder iph phoo haz scene that phoolz at zork have banned , eraser head Hank Caylor ?!
why for is this place about to fart again? all lotto be secured as if I had my own server.
Tradining down the T it must be!
They keep the likes of every shippooopy, Me, and uz at the flammability,
do we have. ...
Hankster ? he had Respect ability!!fbut wait for it . . . big EDIT! . .
Hankster became a "COP!" fessed up and said bye by Early!
. . . . . . . Or with An avatar ReTurn??? . . . .
A thing to give the tenor of my postzs a more groomed appearance - me thinks, In French, Merde
( I wish I spoke fluent any thing but vive) , . . ?
Hmmm well I know that and so One, Two,
Three, A to Z
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Will not discuss banning here on this thread.
I don't plan on being a bitch central.
Too bad for the Hankster, but he is sort of crabby and discontented about much.
Change the topic, Gnome, please.
I am not my brother's keeper here.
It's the wild west, remember? :0)
MEANWHILE, back at the Flaming Campfire Ranch, I've just paid lots to relieve my computer of its virus.
I'm going to Fresno at last to have an exam with the Cardio Boys there.
I need to turn in, as I've been babysitting the computer as the process went on and on and on and on...
See ya when I get back, or talk to ya.
MFM
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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The infamous Rock Mtn. de Otay (32.596157,-116.981797)
Report of a possible badger sighting, though it could be a snake.
Hartouni disguised as Weebls infinite version here.
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/badger.html
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A little bird told me, to get some bird seed for the feeder and that she thought she saw a badger under here
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NO BADGER ? !!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Here's what getting older may do to you.
Columns are:
M(ale) age group
mile time record for the group
the person
percentage that the time represents of a four minute mile
YMMV
M 35 03:51.4 Bernard Lagat 96.41%
M 40 03:58.2 Eamonn Coghlan 99.23%
M 45 04:16.1 Tony Young 106.70%
M 50 04:25.0 Nolan Shaheed 110.43%
M 55 04:35.0 Keith Bateman 114.60%
M 60 04:51.8 Tony McManus 121.60%
M 65 04:56.4 Derek Turnbull 123.50%
M 70 05:19.7 Joop Rüter 133.23%
M 75 05:41.8 Ed Whitlock 142.42%
M 80 06:26.6 David Carr 161.08%
M 85 08:04.7 Josef Galia 201.96%
M 90 10:30.9 Peter Brownbill 262.88%
M 95 14:48.2 Herb Kirk 370.08%
M 100 11:53.5 Fauja Singh 297.27%
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yeah thats what I knew . . . OutA space ... Koool!!!
I was sad that the Breeders show, from Brooklyn, I had loaded, failed. I tried twice,
When I looked for the same video I found it not, and now, instead of one of their versions of
Happiness Is A Warm Gun, this Short New Years From 2012, These Goylzs have been
Playin' out for years and still Rock today!
May be surprize' Your Bevin (the Melody) And her Dara, They, The Breeders, are a fun group, She may know the gang?
zzz
[Click to View YouTube Video]
;D,Edit: A show that showz the goylz having fun,
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Doodah Parade
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Faux Trip Report #2 or #3
Special to the Flames from the tard climber known as MFM.
Making Lemonade with Clive Cussler (OT by a mile)
Apologies to Spider Savage, my kindest reviewer, who said something like, “Better than the morning paper” in praise of The Flames. It is the kindest blurb that I have ever been given.
I am subject to periodic absences from the Taco, mainly because of poverty, which can happen to anyone. One of these absences took place last week. I used the time to pen this.
Sometimes life gives you lemons.
Make some lemonade and sell it.
You are bound to profit.
“All I got was lemon peels, but I can still make lemon marmalade. I wonder what else goes into it? Hmm...”
As MFM stepped into the hallway and turned left right away and opened the door leading back into the bar, two big men—-the same two from the uniform cleaning and supply store!--dressed uniformly in CHP uniforms, came up alongside him and grabbed his arms. They propelled him through the opened door.
He resisted, but his efforts were as useful, more or less, as the head on the pint of Mariposa Midnight from Mariposa Brewing Company (the head was still not gone after five minutes in the restroom!) sitting at his place at the bar. Only the three thirty-something hipsters at the far end said anything, as the tapster was busy with the register.
“Hi, MFM,” said the fat one.
“Bye, MFM,” said the skinny one.
“Are you gonna want that beer? Can we split it?” said the one in the middle as the two bogus peace officers hustled him out into the street. MFM managed an over-the-shoulder “I’ll be back!”
“That was the best you could do?” laughed the phoney officer on the left, as they emerged into the sunlight.
“Chips had better dialog, huh?” agreed the one grasping his right arm as he opened the back panel door of a van painted like a City vehicle and which had the logo, “It all starts here” painted on its side panel.
Whereupon MFM shouted up at him, “And your momma sells Northern California vacation real estate, Paunch!”
The first imitation CHP, using little effort, spun MFM in a circle using his right hand, slapped his face with his left hand, and said, earnestly, “I’m Paunch. He’s John. Got it, beer-breath? Jesus, when’s the last time you brushed?”
Recovering his senses, especially his comedic one, MFM muttered, sotto voce to no one in particular, “Hey, John, look, I’m sorry. The other night at your momma’s house, that was all in a night’s work, OK?”
The one who was putatively John grabbed his collar and dragged him up to his face and said, menacingly, “What were you doing at my momma’s house, butthole? “
“What didn’t we do, as#@&%e?” was the reply.
“Who the f-- cares?’ said the one said to be Paunch. “She’s got lots of strange toothbrushes in that cup on the sink in the john—-I seen ‘em. What’s the difference, John?”
Using his wits and seeing his chance, our hero spit a slimy pearl of gooey glop square into the open mouth of the man named “John,” who was looking at his partner quizzically.
He slackened his grip a bit, causing MFM nearly to fall down, but as he dropped away, he backed into Paunch. MFM kept pushing backwards, causing Paunch’s heels to strike the gutter, thereby causing him to trip backwards. He fell hard to the sidewalk. The back of his skull did a double dribble on the concrete.
“Lights out, John—-or is it Paunch?” thought MFM to himself.
“You dopes should have worn your helmets,” thought MFM again as he reached for the coughing John’s crotch and grabbed and squeezed hard.
“Fruit of the Loom,” he thought again. He yanked upwards with John’s package firmly in his grip and John or whoever melted to the pavement. A swift kick to the head brought instant relief to an outraged son.
"Now that was balls-to-the-walls lucky," thought MFM. "Thank you, Jesus."
“And codpieces, too,” MFM declared out loud. He took both the porkers' wallets, their badges (they didn’t need them), and the keys to the van. He pried the Vuarnets from the heads of the cold-cocked Coke-suckers, too. “I need a new pair, boys, so thanks.”
He placed one pair of shades on his face and pocketed the other pair. Then he dumped everything in the nearest garbage receptacle, which firmly declared on a nicely printed sticker that “It all goes in here sooner or later, so just put it in and be a good citizen.” But first he removed the cash from the wallets.
Then he took the money and ran back into the pub, slapped down a twenty next to the trippy hipster trio and yelled down the bar to the tapster, still counting her cash in the register (her third try).
“House round on our local state law enforcement phonies. Thanks for the help (smirk) and thanks for not drinking my Mariposa Midnight, boys.”
“Thanks, Dudenham.”
“Wow, man, like, thanks.”
“Yeah, thank you, Mouse from Merced. Like, you’ve saved the day yet again, tra-la.”
And that is only the midway point of where I was when I wasn’t here.
Wait till you hear about my Yosemite trip with Mr. Cussler! He was cool enough to let me drive one of his classic autos (the Corvair) to the liquor store and back for some Clive-Cliquot ‘97! He rode shotgun.
When we got back to his traveling circus six hours or so later--a lsrge converted Greyhound bus parked in Upper Pines CG (we had to go all the way to Fresno for the Clive-Cliquot ‘97—Oakhurts has only the ‘02)--we talked of potato heads and chicken wings, among other things.
For example: Why insist on Coors Light when there is Mariposa Midnight for only twenty times the price?
Why are there no Gnomes in The Lord of the Rings?
Why drive a Dusey when all you need is a reliable old Triumph motorcycle?
Why was Ray so all-fired sold on pickles?And was it a kosher or a plain dill?
What is the difference between trad and tard? (Hint: not semantics, not semiotics.)
Well, sometime in there, Werner had happened to drop by in his new golf cart (which impressed the hell out of Mr. Cussler, let me tell you) and set us this question, after consuming just one glass of champagne, “Who the f-- cares? Stupid Americans will drive anything.”
And then we followed him down to After Six Pack, keeping up handily in the mach-worthy VW with Werner’s enhanced go-kart disguised as a golf cart, and watched him free-soloing in his skivvies, using only his hands and bare feet while singing “Catch Us If You Can,” the clean American version.
We just sat there grinning. We smoked a fattie I had copped from the hitchhiker dude we had picked up at the Bass Lake turn-off on the way back from Fresburg withe the champagne. We had dropped dude off at Degnan’s earlier.
“He said his name was Warbler,
But he looked like a Wren to me.
Who’ll be the nest in line?
Who’ll be the next to experience the heartache
Caused by watching your awkward technique?”
Let us not talk falsely now...he might have been Sidmo, or he might have been, I don’t know, he might have been Ray or Fritz or John or JohnTP. But I’d like to thank that mystery man. It was “the bomb.”[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hot on the trail of donini the restless, dopeless roamer.
Believe it or not, Arlo Guthrie himself, one of Mr. Cussler's biggest fans (!) came rolling into the campsite on a vintage Triumph. Over another fattie which he produced, claiming it was the last of his stash from his epic arrival at LAX, Arlo explained some things about The Alice's Restaurant Massacre.
“Mandrake root did not rhyme with motor sickle and Sickle is a long ways up there. And it’s my f--ing muse, MFM...you got yours and I got mine.”
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Okay OK I have gone and tried to catch up out of ketchup, now do you want the SIX K to stand AS a page? OK and as A thing that I like At the slower side Of the dial>...[Click to View YouTube Video]
Savings, a penny, Scratching for dimes,
can't get by on selling rhymes.
just got blind sided by the fact that one who was a total tripster
Hank now say he is a cop!! What? what iz uptz wthzz Zatts!
he was surely one of the blond phenomes(sp?)a bit of a backseat to the others,climbing #'s
wise. . .
when I was half way up the Free Blast thing, My girl, on belay ay, related that three of the best lookin Cali boys she'd ever smelled came up and shared the belay (DOGZ)!!
Besides eyefulls, they shared my satchel, left lots less than was politely called for!
Then as when I saw who they were and how my girls thighs had gone all aquiver at the smell and sight of Craig Frye? Hans Florine ? Shipoopy ?& Hankster?
Because I was leading, I never got close enough to shake hands, see for myself for sure but they were blond men.
Amazing Here I was trying That picture of a reflection, in a reflection, yours a puddle, mine in a framed picture, catching the widow, in reveres I hope it looks like something.
But not down loaded , and still not happy with the settings this was the full moon set zandzendizNo more crap! well zust one more
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GYPSY!!!!
How many candles?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]zBrown, you can have post #7,000 and a Dudo Bar, if we survive...
If the ice don't getcha then the giant pickerel will.
REAL MEN race old beater station wagons on the ice.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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THE REAL ICEMEN COMETH
Don't be a fool! Loan me a dollar! Damned bourgeois Wop! The great Malatesta is my good friend! Buy me a trink!
How Eugene saw this coming I do not know.
De old Foolosopher, like Hickey calls yuh, ain't yuh? I s'pose you don't fall for no pipe dream?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Oh, great job, zBrown!
Happy Birthday Gypsy!
I always enjoy your posts.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I just wanted to commend Whitemeat for his video work and his climbing of late.
He's on the trail of Vitaliy, getting better and better at doing what he loves.
On the S Face of Watkins, Watkins Pinnacles in the background.Take that money and watch it burn, Whitemeat.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
One Republic/Counting Stars
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT_nvWreIhg
Lately I been losing sleep
Dreamin' 'bout cliffs that are real steep
but
Uselessness is what I've reaped
I better get back to counting sheep
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGdxpnGK2o4
Cars and trains , no wait Trains versus Cars,
Just now in the news is the story of the Women 49 mother of three, could well have been my neighbor, stopped her car on the train tracks and the train came by and killed her.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The location of the crash was in the midst of a large cemetery and the walking wounded victims of the crash were sheltered, in the Climbing Gym, The Cliffs at Valhalla.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGdxpnGK2o4
A terribly tragic train wreck six fatalities, was it an accident ? well. it seems so.
What was this woman thinking?
The train was the evening comuter line that was the daily grind for years.
Sweet streeper Sahara, Nade! wife loked At posts and Said Nay, Nay Nahay
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Did you hear that dog bark in Rev's song at :10? That was Ruby. I'm gonna try to get her some commercial work. She'll be appearing as rDawg. Rumour is that she played typewriter on Janis' song.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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This sub was used by the Coronado Company. Don't laugh, they grossed almost 200 million USS Dollars. I can say no more about this but there was another sub.
They did crash another ship, but never crashed this sub.
The USS Grampus
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A sub-sub, in spooky double-speak.
A stand-in, a stand-up Siamese, going in like a mad badger after the standing bear.
I loved this book, Incredible Journey," so well that I read it twice.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Kitty is all, like, "I'm the 'the jungle cat.'"
Double Double means just what it is, though.
When did adverse conditions deter an iron-jawed Tony?
He's now immortalized as an aspiring feature of the Ditch landscape/skyline.
Disney products are not what they once were, meticulously crafted for mass appeal, yet aesthetically pleasing, fulfilling two ideals in one unit.
VW bugs have concluded many incredible journeys.
Let's go drivin' in my car-car.
Let's go for a cruise in my sub-sub.
Page Bottom Blues.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Extracted from Yelp list of 100 best places to eat (rank,name,city,CA)
62 Go Greek Yogurt Beverly Hills CA
1 Copper Top BBQ Big Pine CA
40 Porto's Bakery Burbank CA
87 Commonwealth Restaurant Burbank CA
42 Jougert Bar Burlingame CA
21 Yoshino Japanese Deli Carlsbad CA
74 Dametra Cafe Carmel CA
29 Tacos El Gordo De Tijuana BC Chula Vista CA
92 Yak's On The 5 Dunsmuir CA
24 Kech Cafe Fountain Valley CA
88 Istanbul Grill California Fountain Valley CA
66 Genie Den Garden Grove CA
61 Subculture Extraordinary Sandwiches Huntington Beach CA
4 TKB Bakery and Deli Indio CA
8 Bobboi Natural Gelato La Jolla CA
28 Bell Street Farm Los Alamos CA
19 Saffron and Rose Ice Cream Los Angeles CA
43 Araya's Place Thai Vegan Restaurant Los Angeles CA
44 Joe's Falafel Los Angeles CA
54 Bronzed Aussie Los Angeles CA
75 Nick's Next Door Los Gatos CA
22 Big Al's Pizzeria Maywood CA
33 Carrara Pastries Moorpark CA
31 Sessions West Coast Deli Newport Beach CA
59 Mama D's Italian Kitchen Newport Beach CA
81 Peter's Kettle Corn Oakland CA
76 Don Julio's Rincon Latin Grill and Pupusas Rohnert Park CA
63 Ninja Sushi and Teriyaki Roseville CA
47 Starbread Sacramento CA
49 Vitality Tap San Diego CA
57 Eddie V's Prime Seafood San Diego CA
68 T-Deli San Diego CA
70 Embargo Grill San Diego CA
79 Beyer Deli San Diego CA
89 Mister Falafel San Diego CA
9 Golden Bear Trading Company San Francisco CA
23 Andytown Coffee Roasters San Francisco CA
84 Playground 2.0 Santa Ana CA
64 Los Agaves Santa Barbara CA
72 LouEddie's Pizza Skyforest CA
82 The Pocket Burger Shack Sunset Beach CA
83 Mouthful Eatery Thousand Oaks CA
99 Cream Pan Tustin CA
20 Buddha Thai Bistro Vacaville CA
60 Outlaws Cafe Van Nuys CA
96 Johnny Pacific Winnetka CA
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.google.com/maps/place/J+St+Bridge,+Sacramento,+CA+95819/@38.5690294,-121.422084,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!3m1!1s0x809ada6008e43041:0xb8da2a3c23471a18?hl=en
^^^ I hope that link works. It shows the J St. Bridge in Sacto.
We first went to Shakey's Pizza in the mid-fifties.
I may have had my first taste of beer out at the house in the back yard watching Boomer paint the back of the house...
a red that reminded me of the color of pizza sauce.
It was Burgie.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakey%27s_Pizza
Or is it the J St. Bridge.
I M Confused, it's been so long since I lived in Sac. It's gotta be lack of Sac time.
Say what?
No, said Watt, as in James, as in Watt Ave. Bridge on the American.
This is all just run-off flooding over into here from the Cool Bridges Thread. No Flames will be retarded, however, you have my word.
Watt Ave., Fair Oaks Blvd,, El Camino Blvd., Eastern Ave.
My hood. My part of town.
The land of La Sierra, Arden, and The River, three mor main arteries of travel in the subdivided landscape--
the river not so much, but we hung there lots.
The trees you see lining the river and the land immediately behind were protected from flooding by Natomas Dam.
This old concrete bridge, several arches low to the water,
but half was missing!
It lay just downstream from the new,
much higher span, which was designed to allow commuters access into the city
from the new subdivisons being planted out north of the American.
Next three shots are from the net.
We found many jars full of "venerable beads."
No one seems to know where they all ended up or which family members have some jars, but ain't sayin'.
Just what we did with the family's Watt beads will likely remain a mystery.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I could find no videos on the Tube with Shakey Johnson playing his banjo for pizza dough.
"Old Shakey's here no mo'
He sold out long ago."
"Scoot the benches and tables back,
We'll dance and sing there'll be no lack
Of fun and singin' and endless games
For are we not the good old Flames?"[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yak's on the Five?
Shakes alive! O my!
It'll never fly.
Au contraire, yaks attract flies.
Very NOT SAN-O!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Went to Valley Uprising in Berkeley last night...there was a lot about a bunch of guys from LA, but no mention of the Flames. I guess our undercover techniques worked.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Intercede for us, if you please.
NO? He said NO?
Dang! Double dang!
Can it at least be acoustic? PLEASE?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Throwpie, we were all a little shy back then...at least twice.
But you had Peggy all along. Lucky guy, lucky guy.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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As if nuclear contamination was not enough of a risk, I almost got hit by lightening at San Onofre one day.
Singed this old guy's hair off.
If you don't live here, don't poop here.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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From another time, somewhere between SF and Santa Cruz
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Good intro, Gnome, for the Hoosier Poet.
But first, an essay by the author of Rabbit Run!, John Updike.
JW Riley
Fed up with his son’s neglect of his schoolwork and concerned that he become self-sufficient, the father of poet James Whitcomb Riley apprenticed him to a local sign painter. [He was fourteen.] After learning the fine points of sign-lettering and ornamental painting, he opened his own shop with a shingle reading “Fancy Painter, Delineator and Caricaturist.”
Conjoining his rhyming and visual talents, Riley made signs of advertising jingles. (One began, “Fine! FINE! SUPER-FINE!!! / Paints and oils and turpentine,” and concluded, “Painted by a friend of mine / who boasts the name of Riley.”)
He formed a partnership with several other young men, the Graphic Advertisers, and went on the road.
They would attract attention in the towns they visited by wearing loud clothes and providing musical entertainment. “One fellow could whistle like a nightingale,” wrote a troupe member, “another sang like an angel, and another played the banjo...[Riley] scuffled along with the violin and guitar.” Reputedly the first to introduce commercial billboards into the American countryside, they would paint advertising for the local businesses on fence posts and the sides of barns.
Riley was also employed in his early twenties by two charlatan doctors who sold patent medicines--”McCrillus’ Tonic Blood Purifier” and Townsend’s “Cholera Balm’ and “Magic Oil.” When Townsend pitched to the crowds from his wagon, Riley’s job was to accompany the talk with blackboard illustrations.... The bottle of cholera balm was sketched with legs and a smile, driving away the Grim Reaper.
Riley authored more than fifty volumes of small-town, sentimental, humorous poetry that was widely popular in his day—both as adult and as children’s literature—and earned him admission to the American Academy of Arts and Letters in 1911.
He was born in 1849 in Greenfield, Indiana, and died in Indianapolis in 1916. A poor student who disliked school, he was scorned by his lawyer father who, Riley wrote, “had little use for a boy who could not learn arithmetic.” Riley adde that his father’s low opinion was shared by “half the town” and that “Again and again I was told I would have to be supported by the family.”
His resentment only deepened as his contemptuous father lost their home and the family was forced to relocate into ever more squalid houses, eventually ending up with his father’s unwelcoming mother. Riley’s own mother was the comfort of his life, and he blamed his father for her untimely death when he was twenty—in an ‘inhospitable place” and, lacking money for a coffin, “buried in a shroud.” After his careers as a sign painter and huckster, Riley began working at a succession of newspapers in 1873, with a brief interruption for an unsuccessful law clerkship with his father. He credited his time in “the reportorial rooms” (through which the “world with its excellence and follies flows”) with any wisdom he acquired.
He has the nickname “The Hoosier Poet.”
A real Turmerican.
I once bought a valueless hard-cover at Pegasus, the used bookstore on Shattuck, Gypsy, which was entitled Armazindy by Riley. No illustrations. Just poetry.
WE DEFER THINGS
We say and we say and we say,
We promise, engage, and declare,
Till a year from tomorrow is yesterday,
And yesterday--is where?
A FEW OF THE BIRD FAMILY
The old Bob-white and Chipbird;
The Flicker, and Chee-wink,
And the little hopty-skip bird
Along the river-brink.
The Blackbird, and Snowbird'
The Chicken-hawk, and crane;
The glossy old black Crow-bird,
And Buzzard down the lane.
The Yellow-bird, and Redbird,
The Tom-tit, and the Cat;
The Thrush, and thatRedhead-bird
The rest's all pickin' at!
The Jay-bird, and the Bluebird,
The Sap-suck, and the Wren--
The Cockadoodle-doo-bird,
And our old settin' hen!
I gave the volume to Bevin quite a while ago.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I surfed Swami's with his son, Dobie McCrillus. We thought it was hash oil.
Moondoggie, shares a brown eye. Good thing he's local.
Note the "moon" eyes on this flaming woody.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mon! That is so what Updike said.
You dig?
I'll back-fill.
You fight?
I'll defend your right.
Dobie and Maynard were best friends
They never left us with no loose ends
All of their stories
And all of their glories
Are shown to us weekly through the lens
circa 1959-60.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Crazy who won the Second world war anyway?
German Mexican Girl!
Thinks me Crazy!! Do you knott ? ( there I got one,! And Went back to here and split the post)
Crazy split Infinitive as well as a what if They had won or snore it is just German Mariachie music!
1956 Chevy Nomade, 'Delivery' Wagon!
Silver slightly raised back , racing slicks, and a blower on the hood.
Now I chased a rig like the one above down, with the whole family in the car, and took pics on a cellphone.( one not as nice as the one above)
In typical tech witless style, I have not figured how to down load photos from the phone , Yet!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Lady without address on."
Whoo-hoo!Someone's awake!
Da Gnome is up and online!
This is addressed to Gypsy.
Consider it an open letter, though.
It references several people in the previous few pages and lots more in the Ol' C4 Photos, etc. Thread.
FORWARD TO RECIPIENT?
This is a bit weird.
I have in front of me the address book which my ex and I kept dating back to our days living in Yosemite.
Names from the past must begin with that of George and Clair Sykes, living in Inverness.
Upthread George and Clair were mentioned and I had forgotten they were together.
Another name from Marin, that of Sheila Slattery, then of Mill Valley is across the page from an
entry which has Sue’s name crossed out, for Sue & Molly & Sheila on Hugo someplace...
Then Laurie Stuart in Anchorage, above Pat Stewart, recently here, but like Dylan, he’s not here.
And it’s Stuart. Dolores was a way-lazy speller but she kept track of the address book AND the check book.
Why Sierra Designs rates, who knows and who cares?
I never called them in my life.
Page back one page to the R page.
Doug Ross, who led half the Salathe with me in ‘74, is shown as living with Helen West,
the computer-room boss at TNF;
then he shows up in Palo Alto and that’s the last address for him.
He helped design and construct the new store in SF for TNF in Stonestown in ‘74
and that’s about the last I heard of him.
I had the job at TNF that he vacated at the Telly retail store.
Doug Robinson, a promising young writer, to whom I promised to send a book about skiing
written by some old English bloke, Lunn, Sir Arnold Lunn.
Lunn never skied with Bond, James Bond, and I don’t have either in the book.
We Flames do know how to keep secrets, ThoroughPie.
You never were included in some of the more tawdry business to which we attended.
You can’t tell everyone the recipe for the beans.
Then good old Ron West, the country DJ from Oxnard, who turned me on to Jamie Brockett.
And who used to throw us demo LPs for free.
(He was our only weed connection in ‘73 down there.)
THEN...
The Hamms, the Hamm-Floreses, too.
Hames Road, Aptos, or the Hamms on Hames--“south county out Freedom Blvd!” is the notation.
Then on to Wilkes Circle, Santa Cruz.
And arrows lead across the page to Patrick Stuart, S.C.
And a mish-mashy mess, made chaotic by crossing-outs and more arrows, it’s all c/o Philosophy Dept. UCSB, etc.
Felton’s in there, too, for Randy & Gypsy...of course they are on the R page!
Above it is Randy’s Long Beach address on Brayton.
Above Randy is dearly-beloved Annie Rizzi, living on Oxford in Berkeley.
Chris Perry, ranger, went to San Diego.
We had her folks’ address in PV Estates. Whoo-hoo!
Pat and Peter (RIP), followed our move to Sparks, NV.
Malcum & Patty on Agua Fria Rd., still there.
Marian H., who used to have a thing for Tom Carter when she was “maiding it.”
When Dolores worked as a maid, they were roommates because they had known each other
from living in Oxnard.
That was after we had gotten together for a short long-distance romance when she
was an impressionable teen and I was just as impressionable.
She had to move when her mother did,
so she lived for a time in Oxnard after attending Hollywood High. Whoo-hoo!
When she graduated she went to live with her sister Cheri and her surfing pump installer, Ike.
But I digress.
Are we back up to speed?
There’s Cowboy Larry and Chrissie at Wawona,
but getting mail at the PO in the Valley where they held jobs.
And the Rev, Jeff, Jefe, the Muskrat, all over the place—from YNP GD, to YNP PO Box, then Bishop.
Jeff moved to Tom’s Place, so I guess at the time this book became out-dated,
he’d moved there and then to Sunset Inn,
then to a cabin down by the river in Groveland,
and then to a trailer near Groveland,
where he wrangled constantly with his lazy-ass roomie,
the Commodore, John,
actually a dis-comoder.
This is sounding worse and worse.
Like when the toilet’s stopped up and the effluvia’s swirlin’,
and you just KNOW it’s not gonna stop
so you run for the mop
but it’s too late, baby,
it’s too late,
etc.
Ron West gave us a copy of a Carole King eight-track with that song.
I felt like it belongs in the men’s room scene.
It ended up in a dumpster behind a store in Saticoy.
Jeff? Oh, he settled in Greeley Hill, at last.
I can digress with the best of them. Whoo-hoo!
Dennis Miller? At the Alpine Shop on Blackstone in Fresno.
You must mean Millis, honey.
No, I mean that shifty, lying worm who...oh! He’s just such a chauvinist!
She had no sense of taste in men. I understand that now.
Groovy Tom Mann, who worked with me in the retail store on Telly,
run by good old Tom Applegate.
Trine Bech (who shows up later) the Norwegian Nightmare, aka Trine Bitch,
for her tongue was sharp as the lignostone edges on her Bonnas,
or the crust on a re-frozen ski trail,
but she was in Ned Gillette’s class as a graceful skier.
She almost never lost a chance to come running straight for the group,
then stopping and hopping to a standstill.
Oddly, she was never a great tele-skier,
but she could tell you off in a hurry.
She spoke quite well and her accent was “adorable.”
(Note to Wayne Merry, who employed her at YMS—this is the retail bunny,
not the snow-honey Ski Instructor.
You must realize that she treated her clients much differently than us peons.)
Laurel Platin, Sebastapol, and Lee and Michael Lalone, Fresno.
Legal Society of Washoe County?
Lowa Boots.
Larry Jones, the scuz-master, Flames Emeritus, all over the East Bay.
IRS, Reno?
Marc Irwin, Dolores’ little bro, and their estranged pappa, Robert, of Quebec.
Bruce and Cathy Hamilton, he of the Vector Equilibrium tents, she of the BART (an certified electrician, so no waiting for Bruce).
Ron and Barb Hamann, he a LEO, she a waitress at the Four Seasons.
Mary Beth Harder, who I guess worked at the desk in the Lodge with Dolores.
Mark Hannel, who was employed by me at the Factory Outlet,
then he went on to take the new FO in Palo Alto as manager, later replaced by Marc Irwin.
Fritz Willie? No idea.
Nancy E., who went to work for Hap Klopp in the old office at Fifth and Gilman, next to the FO.
She and Dave Beck (not Bech and not the Dave Beck who wrote the XC Touring book),
but Dave the airplane mechanic and pilot were real good friends of ours.
Nanner and Dolores both worked at the Cost Plus in Jack London Square.
They went to Alaska and left much of their stuff in our basement in El Sobrante.
They were testing the waters there for work and lifestyle.
They came back after just one season, having had enough of the cold, and settled in the East Bay.
Dick Ellsworth in Seattle and McKinley Park, AK
Craig Evans, who worked in the shop and had hiked from Mentons up through the entire Alps.
Howard Elliott, who was a roommate in Apathy House, pre-Yosemite.
Here’s a good one:
Find out everything...478-9600, no area code, though!
How ya gonna find out anything if you don’t have the area code?
It was back in the time when the East Bay AC covered more territory.
It’s probably the same as it ever was for the Oakland area.
Lynette Davis? Never heard of her... :0)
Dump, Par Blvd, Richmond. Sounds about right.
That gives me a good idea...excuse me, will you?
There, that’s more like it.
Dan Ake, Tom & Linda Applegate, Trine Bech,
and the Better Business Bureau are nearly anti-climactic right now.
There is one here, spelled Drucquer’s.
Yes, that’s the pipe shop on University with all the blended tobaccos.
Dolores shopped there...I usually just grabbed some Captain Black back then.
It was cheaper.
We’ve struck the mother lode! Whoo-hoo!
Drucquer’s.
http://atthebackofthehill.blogspot.com/2011/06/drucquer-sons-ltd-berkeley-institution.html
A listing for the Egg Shop & Apple Press, Peet’s, and Aladdin’s Coffee in Oakland.
That’s about all.
Except for Steve and Peggy,
the pie-throwing pair of love-birds who’ve been together since high school.
San Jose.
Watsonville.
Eureka. More gold!
Chico.
SF.
The Whole Earth Store. Like, where is the find everything place, man?
I don’t know the answer, but you might try Merced.
It’s where everything starts: Downtown Merced, CA. 95340
Steve Roper was right, to a point:
"Only through climbing can you find yourself...bulls-eye like that."
--Valley Uprising.
To that, I might add that BITD, only with your trusty address book could you find your climbing friends.
Now it's all Smart Phones.
Throwpie's old address on 19th St., back when he had a real man's job. :0)
And 'roids as a result.
And the missing Flame, John Yeates, who married Sha'a'la, aka Shala,
aka Doctor Yeates (if she kept her married name).
And a handy map to their place in Virginia City, NV.
They lived near Bromund's Art Gallery, B and Mill...hmmm. I never heard of this guy.
Tough, but here's one of Cal Bromund's paintings, on EBay.
This Nevada vista depicts a hot August afternoon in a dry harvested field.
It was along the old narrow 2-lane U.S. 395 highway that ran between Carson City and Minden next to the V&T railroad track.
Now it's a 4-lane freeway
http://reno.craigslist.org/art/4854849849.html
Check this out, MooseDrool.
Minden, NV. Whoo-hoo!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Lots more to say but I have to go have my annual check up at the doc's; so back later.
Lynette Davis? Never heard of her... :0)
my sister back when she was still married to John. But she left him; moved to Yosemite at my enouragement. Worked at Degnan's and hung out with Jeff Mathis for a while. Then moved on to Hawaii at some point. Now in Santa Barbara.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy... hope the yearly check up turns out very well...
:)
say mouse, happy good morning, :)
nice shares, again, from many of you all, with the surfing, too, :)
among others...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Bob who was witsenhausen would be 53, already, His hero and that of others not just a Gangsta, But, The BOB who was wasted every hour woulda be 70 to day
Happy day your mamma split n' spit ya , BOB Marley (rip)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Split INFINITIVES split infinity plus two finnies for a fog!
give me liberty, bold and fresh, Or I dine in deedest Jamaca Town tonite.
Spit out the definition of the grammatical mistake;
For the Decay thread. . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Is that parked down by the river?
[Click to View YouTube Video]There's somethin' goin' on here...
Earlier before the sun came up,
When BITD the milk man came up,
Left some cottage cheese and skim milk,
Got back in his mobile office,
Checked off the delivery,
Then moved the truck ahead fifty feet,
Got the neighbors' order ready,
Strolled up to their door,
Took the empties (we had none that morning),
Left their order, etc.
Captain Beefheart/Safe As Milk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri7wC_g5M84
Blue Day, not Green Day!
I may be hungry
But I shore ain't weird.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What's all this I hear about Ingratitude for Thanks, anyway?--Emily Littela
The Explorer Posts, or The Flames
In gratitude I bow my head
And thank the Lord for where He's led.
I found this bunch of crazy guys
Who love to climb into the skies.
They think like me, but hardly all,
And help me out if I fall.
Based on just one page, ending in post #5,000 of The Flames,and the page just beyond,
I’d like to thank the following for being kind to me, kinda or in a big way.
Mom always made us pen thank you notes for gifts sent in the mail,
especially, because they were such nice people to have taken the time to do so.
neebee, the doo-dahs will be in the mail today, and I thank you in return,
so that makes me one up, shaddokiddo, but who's really doing the counting? :0)
And just off the cuff,
because you likely have helped someone out by now, this time of day,
a real big family-style hug :0)
Looking for your mailing address
caused me to look at my old address book,
leading to that share.
Nice little side trail, that.
Thank you, Jimmie Fallon,
and Thank you,
National Park Service
Sheb Wooley
Will Rogers
T Hocking
the comedy team of Allen and Keaton
the comedy team of Bruce Jenner and Bruce Lee
George Everest
Levon Helm
Larry the Cable Guy
the entire sea lion population of the West Coast
the dynamic singing duo of Bob Dylan and Timid TopRope
Chief Dan George
Midnight Lightning
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Batso
Cowboy Larry
Dillis Millis
the Rev
Alex Honnolove
Slow Hand
the brewers of Negra Modelo
the parental team of Boomer and Bobbye Bermingham
Lauretta Puglizevich
my sweetie Liz and feralfae
the Sopwith Camel
Cmac
Old Lodgeskins aka Chief Dan
the Lord Above
Patrick SwayzeThat's just for laughs, Patrick Sawyer.
You need some, brother.
Thanks for sharing your woes and what joys you may have.
And I'm glad your topical drought's over at last!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Split INFINITIVES split infinity plus two finnies for a fog!
give me liberty, bold and fresh, Or I dine in deedest Jamaca Town tonite.
Spit out the definition of the grammatical mistake;
Split INFINITIVES split infinity
plus two fines for a dog
give me liberty, bold and fresh,
Or I dine in deepest, deadest Jamaca Town tonite.
Spit out the definition of the grammatical mistake;
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Split_infinitive
HaHA snicker, snicker, It said Cleft, tee hee hee! Here's that cut & paste
cleft1
kleft/Submit
1.past and past participle of cleave1.
adjective
adjective: cleft
1.split, divided, or partially divided into two.
"a cleft chin"
synonyms: split, divided, cloven, bifid
"a cleft tail"
That a simple figureing, that I was awake, and so that any guess was good enough.
I of course found the good lesson and the short work that fixes my wandering sense of the time and place of thingz better left on the floor at the dead show in Sacto, or on the grass at Angels Camp.
Thanx for the showing share of a master crafter of the trip vignette!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Using nothing but hands and feet (well, and a microphone) Serena shreds the hoops.
Hoop you enjoy it. Fully clothed.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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What was that thread from the wee hours? some thing to do with Elk!
as of now the search for meaning is suspended.
The search for what the meaning of the Cleft was left me wanting to find and post a Gulf, a notch a split crest; A Cleft!(then I tripped over these!!)
v
^ Above is Open Cockpit 5.11+ & the climbers are on The Sound & fury 5.8,
Both 5 star routes at Skytop, (below). the climbs are left of the obvious crevice,
On the left side face of the next big open corner just right of the tower , left of the Foops Roof.
V
Heading Up To FOOPS!V
V. . FOOPs ING!. .V
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... thank you... oh my, and yes... just got some fun little stuff wrapped up to surprise a few folks...
i happened to come across a neat little basket that this gal had at her store... neat little old trinkets, that seemed to match very very well, for a few taco folks... wow, as if 'by higher design' from that ol' GREAT DESIGNER in the heavens...
what a fun find and since they only cost about fifty cents, i surely could
afford them all... i hope they will make many smiles... and:
ONE is for you, too...
how about that... won't give it away, but, well, yep, i AM GIVING it away...
it is a:
___
well, YOU ONLY GET one give away, and since i am giving it away by
mail, well, i reckon i can't 'give it away' here...
so you will just have to wait, :)
there, i did my 'mouse duty' to the flames, this eve, by:
leaving a word-play for mouse...
:)
night now... sleeping early, as, i got up wayyyyyyyyyyyy
tooooooo early, this day... will be up later, of course,
and ready to roll--
meaning to roll the ol' paint brush, :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, ... we came to visit, ... hear that there is a mouse here...
night now...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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hey there
say, neebee
It looks like either russ is a fast eater or like our own MFM likes to share his little tidbits.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Pretty nice record keeping Gypsy.
I have a postcard a friend sent me from Nepal in 1969. He's no longer here on Earth.
I don't like it, but I gues things happen that way.
Presented with DMT's menu above, rather than giving this day to myself some daily bread, I'd take the pecan pie in a flash.
In your rather extended address list MFM, I must admit that I've only ever gone to Will Rogers and Bob Dylan's houses (the ones in California).
Neither Will nor Bob could surf worth a shit!!, but they sure were funny and they sure told the truth and I seemed to know what they were talking about
I do know where Lenny Bruce lived (8825 Hollywood Blvd. - not far from Gower) and died. Record producer Phil Spector, a friend of Bruce's, bought the negatives of the photographs to keep them from the press.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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South America, Chile and Argentina—Patagonia,
Torre Egger and Innominata Climbs And Expeditions
Torre Egger and Innominata. Our expedition consisted of Dr. Daniel Reid, Rick Sylvester, Americans, Rafael Juárez, Argentine, Eric Jones, Tut Braithwaite, Martin Boysen, Mick Coffey, Keith Lewis, Don Whillans and me, British.
For more than two months, from the first days of December into February, we threw everything we had at a vertical pillar which is topped by a mushroom of ice.
Torre Egger, named after Toni Egger, the Austrian who disappeared on Cerro Torre, on first acquaintance is rather diminutive compared to its higher neighbor, Cerro Torre.
This is a false impression for although its summit is 800 feet lower than Cerro Torre, the climbing starts 1000 feet lower. We were surprised when we had run out of 5000 feet of fixed rope how much of the climb was still left.
We had our customary fair share of the indescribably bad Patagonian weather, but ironically it was not the bad weather but the good that stopped us from reaching the top.
A spell of weather lasting eventually for 20 days was given us, but our team at that stage was weak. Jones had torn a knee ligament; Whillans had gone home; I had shingles; and Juárez had died with a companion on Cerro Adela. This left Reid, Sylvester, Boysen and Braithwaite with Coffey to back them up, still a strong team but reduced in size.
The weather was good and progress was made, but it went slowly for the walls of Torre Egger are very steep and don’t lend themselves to fast progress. The mushroom was collapsing and Torre Egger was turned into a murder place.
We saw pieces the size of houses slide off and a small piece—no larger than a tennis ball—broke Braithwaite’s arm. A gigantic icicle, 100 feet long and of many tons, loomed above the route.
The high point that Reid reached was just below its tip but everyone else agreed that continuing was unjustified. Two days later I had recovered sufficiently to join the team and we changed our objective to the unclimbed Innominata.
After 3000 feet of scree and slabs, we reached the bottom and had a comfortable bivouac. At six the next morning we started to climb the steep slabs leading to the col between the Innominata and the Aguja St. Exupéry.
These were pleasant and often difficult but above were no mushrooms or icicles. Above the col the headwall reared steeper. Reid nailed it, followed by Boysen and me, while Sylvester brought up Braithwaite with his fractured arm.
We had thought that we would reach the summit that night and had no bivi gear but by seven P.M. Reid came to a vertical crack that looked as if it needed bongs.
We had none and so Boysen climbed it free at what he thought to be good Welsh extreme standard and in boots. He climbed it with one boot and one hand in the crack with his other limbs lashing along the edge of the crack.
He thought he was off a few times before he reached the top of the crack and when he did, he was so exhausted that he could not belay for five minutes. We all followed, but still there was one pitch left.
Reid went up again nailing and reached the summit as darkness arrived. Fortunately sixty feet below the top was a ledge covered with large boulders. Here we bivouacked without food and bivi gear.
Cannily Sylvester and Braithwaite had duvets in the bottoms of their rucksacs. I had an anorak, but Reid and Boysen had only shirts on and spent a cold night dancing together beneath the southern stars with the wind starting a storm.
We thought we were in trouble but it held back and as the false dawn broke, Braithwaite, Sylvester and I went to the summit, took a few photos, left a badge of Rafael Juárez’s Cordoba Alpine Club and started our retreat.
Five hours later we were back on the glacier at our Advance Base Camp. Some of us waited for another six weeks to see if colder weather would bring a fresh spell of good days, but this was not to be.
Leo Dickinson, Alpine Climbing Group
1974
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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St. Don Boxco presents
Old Gear that we tried to take seriously.Bit of a rarity this as not many were made and very few have survived. As the name implies,they were the brainchild of Don Whillans who had created a rough, wooden version whilst on an expedition to Patagonia in the 60's. A second version was created from angle iron and orange rucksack canvas with the resultant weight penalty.
The finished article came from a collaboration between Whillans and Mike Parsons of Karrimor who used their pack frame technology to fabricate the frame and a version of rucksack canvas for the covering and even though an early prototype blew away whilst being tested in the Cairngorms, several of the box tents found their way to the slopes of Everest and Annapurna in the 1970's.
This particular tent was given to Mick Tighe by Hugh McNicol who ran a company called Mountain Technology in Glencoe in the 1980's & 90's. Hugh had acquired it on one of his Himalayan trips.
SMHC/Scottish Mtn. Heritage Collection
http://www.smhc.co.uk/
Support comes from the Heritage Lottery Fund.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In the pub.
In the coffee place next door.
MMFM/Mariposa Midnight From Mariposa.
A little light hangin' music, maestro!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gnome, nice hangin' with you...respect for one-hand pulls out of the thin air.
It could have been a better shot if you had some mountain boots, though, not those dainties.
So HTFU so you can show us it's possible. :0)
Tom Dooley Tom Dooley
He was so old school-y.
He was too unruly
And was tried and hung duly
According to law.
Gremmie was on the wrong beach
Locals thought this was a breach
And so it was left up to each
A lesson this punk for to teach
And he hangs there still.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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F. oops, did I ever imply that I was he? a swinging footloose,
One handed, caught in motion as the crux grab, was excellently caught by an unknown and un credited photographer.?
It is not me in the pictures, I did not snap them,
but those climbs, are what I was all about !
And they are great pics,I found on the Internet !
As was the fashion of the day,
I cllimbed them both in better and better style, each time using less and
Less gear until both fell to third class ascents.
if an opportunity to climb at SkyTop is ever extended,
Go! it is the home that weened many a great climber.
I feel. the same way about the pictures,
They are of the place I spent the best years ofmy life,
My extended childhood!
In the hood of Fritz and Hans,
Where some of jstan's best(still sandbags 30+ years later) call home,
The one, the only and still sacred to climbers around the world,
The SkyTop crag at the Mohonk Mountain House!
Until I ee the pictures I do not miss my home crag the way that you and I don't miss Yosemite!
wow to see the crisp shots of the cliff that is closed to all but the rich and famous, makes me
yearn again for Bishop's Terrace a climb that makes a great free solo with a rope trailing for
retreat. That rope is not needed if the Sound And Fury is your target, the walk down is a trip
to Disney land as you climb down wooden ladders, inside the cliff on a stout trail called the
Lemon Squeeze.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Great to read the story of the climb of Torre Egger. I know that at one time I must have heard the story orally; probably tucked away in Toad Hall parked on a wintry day in Camp 4. Rick Sylvester sitting at the table with a cup of tea in his hand and a plate of chocolate chip cookies fresh out of our Coleman oven. He always had great stories and I would love to hear more.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
!gee Nome - mouse took all the lines (subject to interpretation), but that was some mighty impressive hang time back yonder up above. You're not still up there are ya?
I now understand why they shot Liberty Valance rather than hang him.
Jack Palance? Another story all together and a bit of a surprise to me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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^Alan getz a notice in the text. I don't know why they didn't put everybody's names in the title. Sharp eyes nonetheless DMT.
I followed a gal to the Station once. I guess a lot of folks have.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Let's get this train back on track. This is after all a carz thread, no?
That machine at 2:06 looks to me like it's on PCH, not Route 66.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Yeah z I am up and can only grab the desk dex at very strange and random times,
Your stuff iz got the zot!! amazing that my lifes'sound trax,& tunes are what you continue to post Up!
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Warren Hains band that Big rich ross Is familiar with!! I think we are all flamers together in the playin' of the deepest tunes and if like I try to Yoda like talk to is that the Double split Infinitive
yo too much hooye . . . listen up or not It has a long intro [Click to View YouTube Video]
This was as good a show as these guys play I would recommend the entire show but it is broken down by song on utube so here is a long one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tghNvDx-2zs
The low spark of High heeled boyzz
Okay I know poor form but this is to raw a song to just pop in willy nilly. . .
"Wearing High Heeled Sneakers and acting . . . ."
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, zbrown... oh my and man oh man... tommy tucker... for sure, no one tops that song, by him...
i never knew the, the dj's never seemed to say them...
but man oh man, the sound/voice/style... THAT'S the one, i
always heard and that's the one that will always
be THE BEST... :)
thanks, as, say, NOW i know the name, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shoe poopy?[Click to View YouTube Video]"Glad I didn't step in it!"
Twenty-five pitches up the cliff
Like my shoes all nice and stiff
Steppin' up in hero loops all day.
Moment of formal silence, please
For mis-stepping friends who've died
While walking mountain screes.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Comedians & angels,
I miss those friends tonight.
We'll start with old John B.
And don't forget old Richie.
Canadians & Angels,
We miss those guys all right.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Fickle fate?Fickle toes?
For good times with Randy and Gypsy.
April fooled him,
I called you,
That was the last I talked to you (sing.)
Until this website became part of me (thus us, oui)
Joining me to all of you (pl.)
Aiglets are the last thing on the minds
Of any eaglets eager to emerge from the nest.
They fly away with no word of farewell.
Who can know the last thing on their minds.
In the wink of an eyelet their soles are turning
Toe wards their new sky trails.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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She's so busy bein' free.
Ask for eternity.
Take what you get.
Don't fret.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Every fate is for the best
Even so never end your quest
Soon enough your final rest
Will come and you will finally know
All that you thought was not known only to you
PROVIDING
Whether you have paid a high enough premium
Some call it dues
From which comes duly
Hang your head
Hang your laundry
Hang by your own hands until then
Saint Sylvester is watching you in SenseAbound
http://www.aussiegolfer.net/rules-of-golf-ball-overhanging-the-hole/
edit: VVV (While we wait for Gnome to tie his shoes in the next post) VVV
From the Mousollini outpost--there has been a Bombacci sighting!
How exciting...just like an ex-sighting.
“With the beard of Bombacci / we will weave rags / to clean the shoes / of Benito Mussolini”.
http://ironmarch.org/index.php?/topic/1979-nicola-bombacci-revolutionary-socialist/
Bombacci and the first left at the bottom with the arm on Sten.--Google Translator
Bel colpo, Gnome. Sei tu? O è la tua scalatore fantasma?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I visit when I can, there is so much to add and much gets lost, not added. So many layers!
That is an ephemeral me in the reflection of the well received puddle! love these pics ! the left edge Is a .13d/ ? called Blade Runner then the top of Open Cockpit and the climber setting up the optional belay stance, on Sound & Fury.
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Another record from my childhood. I recall at one point in the early 1970's my mother just
picked up a bunch of records for me from somewhere out of the blue.
I imagine she was at a store record display and figured "hey I think I'll just pick out some records for the kids to listen to"...
I don't really know, but it was around 1971-72 and included a couple albums by the
Ventures, Highwaymen, Johnny Cash, and singles by Joe Simon (Moon Walk), Shannon
(Abergavenny), Smith (Baby It's You), Spanky & Our Gang (And She's Mine), Nitty Gritty Dirt
Band (Mr.Bojangles), Commader Cody (Hot Rod Lincoln), Foster Sylvers (Misdemeanor), James
Brown (Spinning Wheel) and Ray Charles (this one here).
The Ray Charles single I played to death; really great stuff.
As I got older and knew more about Ray Charles' music I found this record was somewhat
unique, as nothing else I had ever heard by him was like it.
I started to try and find out where it came from, and it's from a fairly obscure album called
"My Kind Of Jazz" in 1970. Not much more info about it than that...
I searched for years trying to find it (this was well before the abundance of the internet),
and finally in the 90's found a $25 CD reissue of it packaged with another album
"Genius + Soul".
I was stunned -
I truly was expecting to find more of the same as this single I grew up with all over that Lp, but
to my dismay it was loaded with jazz standards and "big band" style recordings -
which granted are perfectly fine, but are nothing compared to the groove on this single.
The only tracks that even come close in any way, are these two!
So it was a bummer to discover that, but makes this single all the more fun to listen to,
for me."
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, thank you for hiking advice... most likely, though, say, that is why i would not pursue a long hike, :)
i don't like my feet all stuck in those boots...
me and my twin buddies, have used old cowboy boots for years...
they of course, on their ranch... but me, just daily, around...
i like how my feet never hurts, and my feet never smell... the leather
breathes well and the air gets in...
sadly, though, the sidewalk ruined all the heels, and i can't get them fixed, so now... as good as they were, i have to get new ones...
say, i did fix my winter snow boots, though, :)
those steel shank ranger boots... they were a size too big, being guys boots, so the air circulates enough in side with the thinsulate liner...
they ARE heavy and clunky, but, gladly for me, as, i take care walking with them, not to clunk and thus, that care, keeps me from walking too fast on the ice/snow, and keeps me from slipping...
but wow, i can see what the guy means, as to his boot being a great hiker boot... strudy, etc...
good for them... but, best for me, not to do those huge hikes or dangerous ones...
we just hiked simple stuff, in the woods, etc, or old paths... the cowboy boots did great for that... :)
edit--this is NOT the brand name, that i got, but an example:
these are what i like... however, they'd SLIP FOR SURE on
certain slippery or steep or rocky trails...
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EXRYH7I/ref=asc_df_B00EXRYH7I3480314?smid=A2WOPAGVJGO3RL&tag=pgmp-372-97-20&linkCode=df0&creative=395109&creativeASIN=B00EXRYH7I
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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]Hey now it may be cliche' but they and them and this song , If I had Had the Internet when . . .
WHEEL TO THE STORM'IN SKY or is it storm & sky , Bobby always sounded like he had to swallow. . . (even if he was a friend of mine )
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some shots that still need some adjustment. . .
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Across the swampPond, lies my next objective . . .Below iz Larry La Forge, were to begin , He never got in. . .
isome more boydz
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Coolbirdshotz. Don't tell Ron Anderson I said birdshot was cool.
Roger Miller and Friends. Certainly more uptempo than the badger-mushroom-snake episode, but c'mon, not a badger in the bunch?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Smallies like them are tough to shoot in foliage, huh?
Gypsy the watcher and photo-catcher of feathered friends knows this,
as do the folk frolickin' with glee on the Birds' own thread,
like Dee ee cummings, Bob Dee Yay, and the numerous others of the flock,
and which I have learnt.
I've come to prefer shots of wingy wonders on the wing.
It's more my thing.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Didn't Alfred Hitchcock cover this one?
Sorry Alfred, but the production values, while OK for 1963 just don't cut it in 2015. Only saving grace is that a beater station wagon (keyless-noless) saves the day.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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To catch a bird on the wing my dear friends you need a long lens and a very fast shutter speed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have found that the moxsch I can get from my old beater lens, 75-300mm but closer to 400mm as it's an older one from the days of film, converted to a digital, but useful all the same. No sun shield. Newer one is not as long a range.
I've found that having no auto-focus (main problem is the gears seem to be stripped in the lens) is my biggest challenge. I waste way more shots from blurs than just botching the framing or not keeping it level.
I do a lot of cropping on some, and it's right, the longer lenses will eliminate that task, and relieve your stomach from too much gas und sturm und drang.
It's like hunting. You're smarter than the bird, but he's usually faster, so the high shutter speed helps nail the outline.
Blurred birds
Slurred words
Onwards
Upwards
Into the wild blue yonder
Here's something to ponder
As you fly over the next big pond, dear.
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/why-are-some-feathers-blue-100492890/?no-ist
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"She looked in great shape. She llked rested, and happy, and relieved, and relaxed.
She was wearing a woman's version of the place's standard-issue clothing.
New blue jeans, and a new blue blouse under a new blue sweater of a different style,
lighter and tighter and shorter than the men's. "
--A Wanted Man by Lee child
My daughter's favorite rapper, at age 13/14.
More about the dance than the plumage, I think.
Hammer was so clean.[Click to View YouTube Video]He did some no hands sh#t that never has been tried again.
"Can't touch this," as a motto, did not catch fire like "Fail falling."
My, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say "Oh my Lord"
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
It feels good, when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown Break it down
Like a pound of bacon
And a plate of wings
Reacher and Hammer on the Dawn Wall
"Say Ice, baby."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.esquire.com/the-side/style-guides/bob-dylan-style-5795390-14#slide-14
Where have you been, my darling young one?
I've been hiding behind several different pairs of dark glasses.
I've been wandering among deep-dark crevasses.
I've flashed to the top but come back like molasses.
I've been to Gettysburg and I've been to Manassas.
I've hailed old Caesar and got drunk with old Crassus.
I've gone on a trail trod only by asses.
I've slept in the car outside Calabasas.
And it's a hard soft dry rain that's now falling intermittently.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Say what, that guy needs a head band consultation.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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BAND ON tHE ROCK
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse and all... wow, great bird stuff here... lots to check out... and a lucky dog, too... :)
thank you for all the shares... really love the bird pics...
happy soon to be, good morning... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gnome... saw the nice bird pics, of yours, too...
very sweet stuff... and mouse just got to see the other page pics, too...
very nice photos... and forgot to say,
will check out the snow videos, too...
wow, lots of stuff, i am behind in all this... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Night skies.
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1. Fear of the dark.
2. Fear of falling.
3. Fear of loud noises.
These were enumerated by the Rev as being,
according to his studies,
the most common fears of the brute man.
He never lies, ergo, it must be so.
That leaves
the taxman,
demons and ghosts,
the existence of evil powers,
cockroaches,
spiders,
off-width,
snakes,
heights,
water,
flying feces,
enclosed spaces,
tunnels,
high water,
low morale,
bridges,
needles,
social rejection,
downloading a virus,
failure,
loss of sac,
examinations,
grammar,
spellling,
and punctuation,
being banned from ST,
and public speaking
(in a forum, on a soap box, or howling at the moon).
This last is guaranteed to tie you up in knots,
especially when you have lost your notes like Knotts.
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You could trip and fall on the stairs leading up to the podium, that's always a great opening.
Or you could stun the audience into SOME sort of reaction after your inane revelations about the situation in the mail room by stumbling over your briefcase, and doing a face-plant/jaw walk on the edge of the empty seat next to the podium.
I'm just sayin', you have a right to fear public address.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I must admit that the family has voiced concern that all my focus seems to be on the
ocaT repuS, (spelled backwards) For pointing out the obvious, or for intellectual gain, the Internet is - so why not play?Dr Who? The Interhoo yhats you.
also an apologize is in coming, I first posted to Truckee Flip's, last chance on ice, a video that
shows an ice climber in distress but roped and climbing behind another party(?) a good thing
in this case as they are there to ask if he needs a rope, his hesitation, and subsequent
agreement to be saved has been about the scene, even I had seen it.
Iam under the impression that it is an old frend of mine although a cantankerous sort,
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He and his trajectory is worthy.
this is on Flip flop's thread ,"Live action Close Call"
A cloth woven separately from the
Bolt of climbing fabric
A maverick all in for climbing,
All in, a second generation
Has brought vindication if not
Recognition!
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The working version was as iz my stye over loaded, with words, and clumsy,
Words Like 'Standard' and 'machine',
that one fits no where,
now,
but I liked the compliment it sent.
This was after cutting out all such words to just the few U C
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We have a course available--reading between the lines run by Elle Subrosa.
You should check it out. It's offered as part of our norwegian package.
This includes basic norwegian, silent partner commo,
and the Tween Wranglers' awesome
"between the bob-wire: double-spaced meaning for social events and poetry"
(in norwegian translation only; wire-stretchers not included).
Use your "Friend of the Devil" gift card on this and other fine Flames items,
to enhance your auto-didactic efforts.
I found this from November. Nobody called our attn. to it.
Flames engulf Ebenezer Spanish Christian Bookstore...some hot titles?
http://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2014/11/07/macarthur-park-book-store-engulfed-in-flames/
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Sunrise is at 6:58 a.m.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Guest photographer today: Blitzo.From a defunct 2007 thread on sunrises, etc.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Goat Canyon Trestle
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gnome, my l'i'l friend,
THIS MAN, Blitzo Rama, should be your first referral when thinking about your photos' quality.
Or not comma equally.
There are more better Shuteye buggers out there in the Taco Range with whom to compare your own work than I, for certain!
As to text, etc., I will gadly fly as your instructor pilot in the followin' Cat E. Gory:
nippin' gees with apostrophes.
It's basic to a free 'n easy style and it often frees the grammar nazi in all of us from restrain'ts.
C U a l'i'l later.
edit: Ol' zBrown would be one of those to emulate visages of.
And little is a lot like rock and roll
with a sort of free form insertion of astropuffery.
As in,
"She called herself Lil Abner, but no one believed ol' Little Lotta.
They all knew her as Nancy."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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C If I CAN GET SOME SHOTZ Right now on the sunday morn, buhdist, dog walk!
Yer out 'a here and then back
Now back with these , I like my not so old, 9 yrs, Pentax so much more than this new
Olympus,
this is not an Olympus pic
Now for the New cameras 'just now' from the walk
I did take one in focus na, with some cropping and photo shop , that I have not, now as for catching the bird on the wing?!
not a chance!
I am using a monopod, a stick, that extends to my full height, with a camera mount.
this needs to go to the Great decay thread or With a terse verse, about sneaky #7, to another poetry thread, dead head. see the small speck of blue, that is a blunt wrapper wrapper, that has been kicked up in the plowed snow ,
then melted out faster than it's suroundings.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I am not certain, but this appears to be the proverbial bridge we'll cross when we get to it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A cardinal?Pigeon feathers!
I had this thrust into my face looking up the definition for ferkockt, a word I have read but never heard spoken in Alta Mexico.
So in my family we use a lot of Yiddish in everyday speech
because on both sides of my family,
all my grandparents’ first language was Yiddish.
So when I’m out in public and I say something like “Stop fydreying my kup!”
or “This looks ferkokt” or “What kind of a schmatah is that?”
I get all these weird looks and I’m just like
JEWISH!
Amos: Hey, Andy.
Andy: Stop frydryin' my kup. Go back to ferkocktin' sleep.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Ferkockta as: The man with the Avigaz bud Had a good shpil, but was ferkockta on the price, now this. . . .
is the kurnrdelle.
The dot dot dot was (as realized to late) that that was the round number post to this thread of 6100! now 6101!
Conga line at your relations!
This is fuzzy but the reverse shot was ok to go on the bird thread almost.
Of course I like this one much more.( No left turn unstoned)
'eres a nice shot if you like tree bird shots.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Yikes, wow, and holy cow my n00b pics are so put in their place and to shame, I still had fun, so it is okay.
HELLO GYPSY, AND THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THE FINE INTO THE FLAMES!!
please on the chance that this is just flat turd it was a try at creative photography
the trip that sooths and gives a head ache at the same time ;
The Mall
it seems that with out the hand and the camera the reflection has no point of reference,
Those shots came out not the best, so more of my full right,'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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4,100 photos in Gypsy's folio. And they're all "that" good.
There is always, ALL WAYS, someone who's got their stuff so together
that you want to do a Dooley and hang your head in shame.
Dooley noted? Now I mall done.
Today's weather:
Terrific news for photographers.
Every time I download, the window's open.
As I'm decidin' which are worth postin',
out the window the scene's constantly changin'.
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And a couple of oddball shots.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I have been asked, "so just how many members of The (Original) Flames were there" and did they have colors? Were there dues? Could Tom Dula have enrolled?
When is the re-union?
You can never go home, apparently. I do not recall any of these folks from my youth.
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On deck: The Otays. There is a difference you know.
Born in CV, living in Otay.
Where you from SA?
That's a good question puto.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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No. of Flames, original group/chapter in Merced and Atwater.
Me, song writer.
the Rev, front man.
Jones, rhythm.
MC McAllister, lead.
John Yeates, high-pitched whiney voice, background vocals.
Deacon Swank, bass and artwork.
Wentworth Lewis, drums and wooden rollercoaster.
And that's about it.
Flames mamma Clare.
Flames mamma Sharon.
Flames mamma Belle.
Flames mamma Julie.
(All doin' vocals and various percussion.
(Throwpie was in the "wings," and yet to graduate in '68, our first year.)
No dues.
No colors.
Doo-langs abounded, so Doo-las would have fit right in.
There are no current plans for a re-union.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Combination fire drill and safety meetings were a highlight of weekday inactivity. Lots of "shake" action.
And then the kilo came from Cam Rahn.
Things changed.
Yosemite opened up.
Fertile ground up in the caves back of Camp 4.
The rest is geological history, historical history, grammatically incorrect, politically irresponsible, and carefree fantasy of white punks on dope and granite.
[Click to View YouTube Video]The critics have called the Flamingo Groovesters a poor man's Souling Roans.
The Flames were cautious of becoming just another gerund band.
We already had my name, Burning Ham, in our clique, anyway. No need to overdue the product. We thought about organics a lot the summer of '68.
One day Jones and I threw the frisbee into a deodar, so we climbed it and we got up to where it was, lit up, and dropped the joint to the ground.
That there told us to drop the "flaming" and the "burning" and Watts-not.
It was a "sign," the rest said.
A peace sign.
So we were left with the Flames.
As Phil Spectrum may have questioned, once, "Colors?"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wall_of_Sound
[Click to View YouTube Video]The Crystals - Da Doo Ron Ron
The Ronettes - Be My Baby
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1144822/Former-Ronettes-singer-Estelle-Bennett-dies-67.html
Phil, the Ronettes, and George Harrison, the fourth Beatle.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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OTAY ?
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Apparently, the 'sidro TINYLOCOS are not uniformly appreciative.
VARRIØ
SØUTH SIDE
SAN YSIDRØ
=TINYLØCØS=
F*#K PUTAY YØU VATØS ARE SOME BIG LAMES F*#K YOU DEAD ASS VARRIØ THE BIG v.SIDRØ =TLS= BITCH
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I keep miss hitting and opening up the wrong thread.
I opened the Sirlion thread and followed it all around, That Cade!? wtf? he was a fine person who all were a bit envious of! it hadme in tears to read all the back ground and the family left to question why,. He was the second child of seven! The epitome of the big brother.
ca not figure out though, cause WBraun said that it was not Cade that threw himself off of el Cap, on 7/4,5?/13. and when after a lot of reading Cade's obit. led to his family saying he went away from Oregon.
So my morbid curiosity demands who flew off ElCap on 7/4/13?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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For what it's worth, I opened it too,
as I was sleepy and there was no plays I'm goin', too.
I wasn't following you.
Am i clear?
Slow Death Comics.Sure looks like Throwpie, huh?Any Dylan in a storm, he said gravely.
Dylan's next me yell.
Rip rock
Reel rock
Choke me
With a tube sock
Don't you know
The Jokers
Laugh
At you
Along with the jugglers
And the clowns
All along the Watchtower
Strugglin' to be free-wheelin'
Robert Edminster's amazing book Streams of the San Joaquin, is a self-published gem.
This book reflects years of personal experience in the San Joaquin Valley,
invaluable for those wishing to become ecologically literate in the Central Valley of California.
Every point and local description is illustrated by color photographs.
Bob was our football coach at Merced High.
He was a P.E. instructor, too.
A man of the place,
He made us race
Along Black Rascal Creek
Until we complained.
He called us slackers and ten-percenters.
We just hated running when we were swimmers, dammit!
He was as glad to be shet of us swimmers
as we were to be out of his mis-guided clutches.
That shotgun was scary, even if the gun wasn't loaded.
For what it's worth the Dylan Vape is now available,
a few serious millimeters longer.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Not that I know too much about looking stuff up, but I don't see anything for July, 2013.
INLINE EDIT: Caleb Nathanael Brickman died in Yosemite July 4, 2013. There is no mention of the cause.
Apparently Mr. Brickman, like the Otays, was not uniformly appreciated either.
Jonathan Fisher
April 29, 2014
This man was my biological father, and I never knew it. I had always wondered who my father was, and now I know. He ran off when he found out my mother, Melissa Gates, was pregnant, with a woman known by the name of Julia. I have a half-brother, and all I know is that he lives somewhere in Tx, is also the son of Caleb Nathaniel Brickman, and is named Jordan. My name is Jonathan Wilson Fisher of Onalaska, Tx. I just want to make sure everyone knows where my late father's trash is buried. Thanks for nothing "dad"!
There was an unlucky fellow, Felix Joseph Kiernan, from London who died June 2, 2013 after being struck by falling rock on the East Butress.
I'm thinking of moving to Yosemite. There do not appear to be any gangs there (except for The Flames). You can tell by the lack of grafitti. (Wenthworth or Mickey Jones on bongos).
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Otay is not just a catch phrase, repository for gangsters and a state of mind, but also a couple (Upper and Lower, clever , no?) of dams and lakes.
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Notice how clean the Lower Dam is? It requires some effort (not a lot) to get to.
Otay did have it's own plane crash during WWII. I don't think weed was as popular then, because when they finally got around to resurrecting the plane in 2010 no drugs were found. SB2C4 Helldiver
Flames? Yeah, microcosm that it is, Otay has them too. Harris fire, 2007.
And we haven't even touched on the mountain yet.
Despite the lessons of WWII, reckless pilots still choose to fly over.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a1/F-16N_A-4F_NFWS_over_Lower_Otay_Reservoir_1991.JPEG
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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When Doug Ross and I chose off the Triple Direct for the second time
and changed our direction home by angling off on to the Salathe,
causing our followers down there on the ground some dismay,
Doug wanted a "money shot" of me climbing the Headwall Roof
while smoking a Benson & Hedges and having it crushed against the roof.
It was a poor idea in many respects.
It's hard to hold that pose
while smoke's drifting up your nose.
The wind steals the smoke away
and the embers lodge in your beard.
It's just too weird.
But not half as weird as the folks who bring you Spanish Leather aftershave.
You don't know what all goes in that bottle and you don't want to know.Moving on to the other end of the spectrum,
death in Spain though not a moment of celebration, it does have its own charm.
In fact the official morgue in Madrid where the near and dear ones pay their condolences
to their loved ones takes the form of a modern day airport with video monitors directing visitors
to the right corpse, vending machines, a lounge room, TV screens scattered around and also a small bar.
This is because, in Spain the family is required to stay besides the dead for a week after their demise.
Another fascinating aspect was that in Spain ( and may be also in other parts of the world )
a fee has to be paid for the resting place of the deceased.
This fee has to be renewed by the future generations which if not paid
either due to ignorance or poverty,
mechanical diggers are ready to remove the corpses from the graveyards
to make place for other deceased residents.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Public Service Message (another in an occasional series)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Marine air layer back there.
Layers of old dirt in London.
Yeti skull found in Notting Hill.
Excavated records show the perilous past of 17th century Londoners
By Sam Wilkin
LONDON (Reuters) - Londoners in the 17th century were never far from danger as plague, infant mortality and angry mobs menaced the capital, burial records dug up by the Crossrail construction project showed on Monday.
Crossrail, a 15 billion pound ($23 billion) railway link connecting east and west London due to open in 2018, is conducting a marathon digging operation for the 42 km (26 miles) of new tunnels under the British capital.
Sixteen volunteers working with Crossrail did a different sort of digging, combing through parish records to provide the names of more than 3,000 people at the Bedlam Burial Ground under Liverpool Street Station.
The majority of those identified were buried between 1570 and 1729, a period which included the English civil war of 1642-51, the Great Plague of 1665, and the Great Fire of London of 1666.
"This research is a window into one of the most turbulent periods of London's past," Jay Carver, Crossrail's lead archaeologist, said in a statement.
Among those identified was Nicholas Ambrose, a mayor of London buried in 1575, and John Lamb, an astrologer with noble clients who was stoned to death by an angry mob in 1628 after allegations of rape and black magic.
But most of those buried at Bedlam were London's poor, and the records paint a picture of a fragile existence where disease and infant mortality were never far away.
One man, John Smith, buried three of his children within a month in 1574, and made his own final trip to Bedlam four years later.
Hundreds more of the people identified had fallen victim to the plague or other epidemics such as small pox and tuberculosis.
The burial ground took its name from the nearby Bethlehem Hospital for the mentally ill whose name was commonly shortened to Bedlam.
The ground did not keep its own records, so the volunteers searched the records of over 100 parish churches in central London which sent their members to Bedlam to be buried.
Crossrail will begin excavating the ground next month, and will submit the skeletons to scientific analysis before reburying them in consecrated ground.
The railway, which will link Heathrow Airport and central London to suburbs and satellite towns, is Europe's largest infrastructure project and is now half complete, on budget and on schedule.
On budget? On schedule? Zounds, Bozzy, this is unheard of!
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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:)
And their trains run on time as well.
:)
Fascinating glimpse into history, thank you.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You are welcome, traveler.
We have ghost towns here in Merced County, forty-three at last count.
For official purposes, a ghost settlement or town is recognized by whether it had a USPO. Others are legitimized by an established business enterprise.
This may seem like a lot of old towns for one county, but the travel interval between places back in the olden days was longer so rest stops were nearer together.
Trips across the San Joaquin from Los Banos or Gustine to Merced, for example, took all day and when the river was up it took longer--a detour north was called for.
I have only visited a few of these sites. One I keep passing is out by Le Grand, called Union. It was established in 1864 at the end of the hostilities, and the name of the settlement had been Gwin, named for a secesh sympathizer, US Senator Wm. M. Gwin.
He had gone to Mexico where Emeror Maximilian appointed him Duke of the Province of Sonora. After Max, Gwin returned to the US, but not to Merced County.
John Fremont, first Republican candidate for US President, pathfining gatekeeper and mine operator, was upset over the name, so he got it changed. The residents were the same, the main business was the same. The Union PO was in the same building and the sun still set in the West.
The main building is a two storey stone house built for Fremont.
The community was frequently called McDermett's Tavern, as there was a small but stable operation by that name which shared the PO's space.
The place was sold later to Paddy Bennett who operated a stage line running through the area on Millerton Road, which forms the boundary between Mariposa and Merced Counties.
The PO lasted fro 1864 to 1876 and again from 1878 to 1896. It was then merged with Plainsburg and the town faded away.
Plainsburg itself, a prosperous center of the early days, suffered and died when the Santa Fe RR was laid in the late 1890s, making Le Grand the place to be. Plainsburg is now just a four-way intersection with a small store with EXCELLENT BURRITOS.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Current Dewar's Doers ad--they've changed.
I'm a Na'vi warrior
zimba-zimba
I'm a Na'vi warrior
zimba-zee[
Chomo Lungma
Lungma-Lungma
I come-a Zuyder
Zuyder-zee
Ida Helene
Artist | Student | Varied
Norway
Name: Ida Helene Aspenes Eitrheim
Born: 28th May 1991
I like fantasy, drawing, reading, watching movies, listening to music, singing and above all, archery.
Current Residence: Harstad
Favourite genre of music: Classical/medieval-inspired rock/metal
[Click to View YouTube Video]Bugger trolls!
Favourite style of art: Art Noveau, Impressionism, Manga, Medieval
Operating System: Dewar's
Favourite cartoon character: Pondus (from Pondus), and Sebastian Michaelis (from Kuroshitsuji), Himura Kenshin (Rurouni Kenshin)
Favourite artists: Elsa Beskow, Sven Nordquist, Thore Hansen, Mucha
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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For official purposes, a ghost settlement or town is recognized by whether it had a USPO.
Shouldn't it also include something like whether or not there are ghosts there? I know it gets complicated, e.g. what if there were ghosts there?
It might also be fair to include places where ghost dances were performed (yes, and are performed).
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I was sure that some time ago you mentioned that, you were not following me, that it's crystal,
and that I sir, always Follow you.
To avoid flaming by the General population, I avoid posting mostly till seven post after you.
That seventh, it is the arbitrary number, and some time no number or post follows but I doread your posts in history and yesterday.
The very informative and well crafted thoughts give rise to hope for me here among so many rough characters.
Some of whom do not respect, the musings of mfm, But and infact read you all the time!
I have caught the fellow, "at the hiest' point" disparaging you!
To do so he must have followed along closely, then out of context, squews the view.
Where there is smoke the flames seem to be the root,
Not every one loves the mouse!. . .wtf ., I do.
(That I was, questioning Why psychedelic Boyd got his wingz twisted, led to that revaluation)
Out of respect for your mentoring I have had no contact with Said traveler.
I wonder what his tic is? and if I should ask him ? not for you, although I would share, but for me to clear the air.
Boyd people must, by nature, or by ignoring nature, be a sad lot,and sad a lot of the time.
It comes from having friends that talk to you, live very long, caged lives,
and have the gift of flight shorn off,by thier benefactor and feeder.(not all birds survive having tier flight wings clipped)
Then out of the blue these complexe creatures up and die often for no reason that any human can define. me thinks the entire industry has good intentions, but comes from evil roots.
I have been on this kick and the periphery of sharing my life with 'dirbs' dis lexicon the rigatoni
Since my roomy went a smuggling eggz, Got caught, put in lock up down under, then traded his crew in to save his very genius self from near life imprisonment. Long story that!
going forward,.
The death in the Ditch on Idependance day, 2013 was a gruesome (Gerund?) Flight to the death. Witnesses said the person flew straight and true to the tree line where an audible thud twas heard All the way from there to the alcove, swing spot.
WBraun and the clean up crew had just gotten over the Boulder strike onEl Cap, 7/2/13
(that killed a climber too.)
then the sight of a. . . Failed Base Jump?. . . Not.
The Duck was adamant that it was not That and no chute or 'squirrel suit, were present, Werner included that the impact was taken to the face, indicating that the bitter son got his wish when not dear ol' dad Augered in.
The concept was variously mentioned, What A way to go!
To hold the flight trajectory all the way to the end!
The seconds tic slowly by as the end draws nigh,
What a staunch self determined way to do that
What Camus said. . .(I want to quote him correctly)
another one bites his own dust. Thank you z For finding more from the abandoned son.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Is that a cotton sheet, percale, twin, full, or what?
What is the fabric of YOUR life: denim, lycra, sack cloth?[Click to View YouTube Video]
COTTON GROWING MAN
(Wright)
Cotton Growing Man
Sitting in your chair
You think you're a winner
You don't have a care
All you do is sit and drink all day
Yes you don't do nothing
Cotton Growing Man
Cotton Growing Man
Drink away your sin
Forget all the slavery
It got lost in gin
All you do is sit and drink all day
Yes you don't do nothing
Cotton Growing Man
You got all the cotton that you need
You got all the money with your greed
You got all the cotton that you need
You got all the money with your greed
Cotton Growing Man
Pass away your time
Forget all your troubles
Drown them deep in wine
All you do is sit and drink all day
Yes you don't do nothing
bonus lyrics
Azzhat! Aspirins like you
Anacin and Bufferin, too.
Heinrich Boll warned of your ilk
Raised on rich butter made of cream
Far from feeling safe as milk
I C U I wannna scream
How much water is in them clouds?
He who don't like, hear, see, understand,
Mr. T and me gonna pity-Patey the poor soul.
Free Willys and all that Camp 4WD stuff.
I can take myself or leave myself, myself.
I grew up looking at cotton tails.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Send In the Clowns/Barbara Raimondi/accopiamendi Giudiziosi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBzWeH9nDTU
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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not really gonna do any thing and. agree it is zest of life we share not petty oils or lube that is grossed by camp slime and sands of time. That your not using enough is prolly why she screams a opposed to say a prodigious sized member put to a dwarf or happy cunile, a better way to lube unless a cancker, is detected!
eewu, that is the gross that gats me banned from bed. so oh well happy is as you do what ever makes you happy! Do!
sans prompting from you I'll make no move, seems a shame, his pics are gone all over too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A genuine article from neebee to me be greatly appreciated.
I shall pin it on the collar of my Patagonia fleece jacket opposit the Flag of Canada pin.
You should receive dated material today or tomorrow, shaddokiddo.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
Howl
By Allen Ginsberg
For Carl Solomon
I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and c*#k and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be f*#ked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate c#&% and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally **, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
II
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! C*#ks@cker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
III
Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
I’m with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I’m with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I’m with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
I’m with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
I’m with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
I’m with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I’m with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I’m with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
I’m with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
I’m with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I’m with you in Rockland
where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
I’m with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
I’m with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we’re free
I’m with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
San Francisco, 1955—1956
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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^Ain't that something. I used to work right up the hill from Skirball at the Mountaingate Country Club. There was very little grafitti and Cosby's son was murdered right across the street (freeway). I was so much older then.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Re the cigarettes ranting--
he sat back panting,
wishing he were done
and cremated.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
All due to addiction,
and cigarette lust.
dysp·ne·a
dispˈnēə
noun MEDICINE
difficult or labored breathing.
file:///C:/Users/Brian/Downloads/COPD-38938-clinical-issues-of-mucus-accumulation-in-copd_012414.pdf This is the first one I read. It's very technical.
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK53021/
Walking around with tombstones in my eyes (Steppenwolf)
and too much mucosa in my head and lungs and airways nowadays.
It's gross and disgusting.
And no one to blame but me.
If I seem a bit morbid on occasion, here's why.
Chronic
Obstructive
Pulmonary
Disease.
By the year 2030 it is scheduled to be the third-leading cause of death on the planet.
Right now, it only takes @ 200 million people a year.
Sit on your kids and teach them the hazards of smoking. Zero tolerance.
If you do nothing else successfully as a parent, to keep them smoke-free is perhaps the biggest favor you can do for them.
donini, MooseDrool, Grippa, Angela, Fritz, Rodger, and Heidi, all can tell you how I just could not get going at COR. Either I stopped, coughed until I could go on climbing (and who knew how long that would be?) or just get lowered and save everyone the embarrassing moment with some grace.
Frankly, I wanted to hang my head and die right then and there, both times this happened. Lung function steadily decreases and it goes never to return.
Be wise, please, and cease your smoking today.
I'm all done with smoke and it is so hard,
but now I'm fixin' to die, it's not,
and that's part of the human comedy.
I will get off my hobby horse now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 02:56am PT
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When a golfer misses the first swing on the first tee, most gentlemen offer what is politely called a Mulligan, a do-over at no penalty...it never happened, no one saw it.
This practice has other names, depending on the ethnicities involved.
Ginsberg is one of these alternate names.
Presenting a condensed HOWL,
where there is no harm there is no foul,
here on Shell's World of Golf.
ABSOLUTE REALITY
In a filthy Passaic bloody toilet
filled with jazz or sex or soup
Moloch retired to Mexico
and sang sweet blues to heroes.
In Rockland the American River streaming out of the sky
a thousand years crowned with flame
closed at 4 a.m.
You are not safe in Time & Space.
The meaning of life is in death.
Nice putt, Mulligan.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 10, 2015 - 03:22am PT
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hey there, say, mouse! just got the surprise...
and SAY, so did you!!!
will make a fun WORD play, with all this later this eve...
so the flames may enjoy the dated material in a mousey way...
:)
am up early, and need to help a friend, in a few hours... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 06:31am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 06:38am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 07:11am PT
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NOT enough bad can be said about COPD and smoking. My mom went through the whole thing: inhalers, oxygen tanks, worthless visits to doctors who really could do nothing.
Jenner accident:
Brooks said Jenner was photographed holding a cellphone -- or perhaps a cigarette -- but it was unclear when the photo was taken. He noted there's no law against smoking and driving.
THERE SHOULD BE.
That's the ghost of zBrown next to the trash can. He used to run out there a lot. It's a very dangerous place.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 07:27am PT
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Will the real Merced Courthouse please stand up?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 07:28am PT
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H.Owl@AllenGinsbird
That's my entry in the contest and I'm sure it's a winner.
Elvis and a bunch Imposters
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 10, 2015 - 09:12am PT
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The deceased in the crash was Kim Howl? or the background to my reding was the news. . .
and nice Toy there.
#?? HOW IS IT THAT Yer uP IS ABOVE MINE? (over on Abstractions) SIR, I AM NOT FOLLOWING RODENT TRAX >ALTHOUGH THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT !
Here is mine now, I had hoped to creep in, in the same frame above. . .as in the Walleye shot.
HO MAN we here lost inter web conection for the last , what is it 2:30, @my last that is
3.5 hours!
So much that was on my mind is gone and i'mnot gonna try to think it back i hope that some things return ,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 02:03pm PT
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The domafier.In no-namey dome-maney san doheny, san donini, et St. Eulittle Doolitle Weenie.
And remember Mama Cabrini.
I remember old Kim and howl!
Kim Il Kong, we'd likely call 'im today.
Risin' above the rest like a jewel on the breast of North Dome.
Slavin' away on the walls,
Cookin' artichokes in a pressure cooker on a Coleman,
Complainin' how Marty out-climbed him on 5.7 that day.
Angus tells me his situation is dire,
He ain't climbin' no higher.
Kim and Patrick, God be with you both.
I wish there were somethin' I could do,
Besides this PUBLIC NOTICE
To center you both back in your lotus,
But as the blue singer once sang,
First take a look at yourself.
I'm in the same bucket,
The one with all the holes in it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 02:38pm PT
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http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2457631&msg=2457631#msg245763
Catnip Trove Discovered at Lower Merced Pass Lake.
Dilemmas abound:
Should I grab more than I can take?
One brilliant denizen of Camp 4 drove a sno-cat to the scene and loaded it with bales.
Loser cats
Smelly cats
Nashville cats
Catastrophe
Catacomb
Catapultapec
Cat o' Marin Marais (the one with the bell on his collar)
Catarrh
Catsup
Cat's gone back to sleep
What is a cat's worst nightmare?
He catches his own tail and eats himself up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 03:03pm PT
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It's your turn to Wowl!
Humbert from Humboldt parked his Humvee in Humber Park.
He was met by agents of the Hubert Humphrey League.
They unloaded some baled catnip into the back of a white Econoline and took off down the hill.
Hump that bale, lift that bag, post this drivel in an online mag.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 03:27pm PT
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I don't mind bein' keelhauled I just don't want the ST feline telling me about it.
Cat's cradle
Catz in a cradle
KatjenJammer Kids
Cat O' Nine Tails
(Nicholas) Katzenbach
Is that a pencil in your hand? Get outa the room, dude. Try to understand.
Catamaran (catamaran catamarn catamarn mushroom mushroom see-snake)
Catatonic
Katmandu
Katz und Maus
Read all about it.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 10, 2015 - 05:03pm PT
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Did you stop by or astro-project? did you turn it every way? I was trying to do that !
how great your mind works ! and what an eye! Thanx for seeing it !
I looked long and hard , and the Two choices
Esche Rat?Escher mouse?
Man the new company, Fat manicured , shampooed, computer generated bison that they try to pass off as a buffalo, has let the Web go down again!!
Frontier sucks!
I took to hart what you said and channeled and,
Toasted, Blitzo;
As it appeared! no photo shop or saturation changes . . . Thanx Blitzo!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 05:44pm PT
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→ ♥ ♫ ✓ ✗ • ☞ ✁ ★ “ ⊕.
"Googling in the rat race choir"™©®
Good name for a thread, after a war.
Fox News site embeds unedited Isis video showing brutal murder of Jordanian pilot
Only US network to feature graphic video showing Muadh al-Kasasbeh burning to death. Twitter accounts associated with Isis supporters are sharing video via links to Fox News
♥
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 06:40pm PT
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But no rest for the wickedly (adv.) ridiculous mice, which I will now proceed to hunt, for mice never seem to sleep at night.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 06:53pm PT
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Fair play for Cuba, eh? I know as many folks in the top Peoria photo as I do in the second to top photo. The nutz&botz guys yeah, them I know.
Los Tres Metallica Amigos or tres días del cóndor.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Where's the complaint department? You know what beat out
H.Owl@AllenGinsbird
Owl Capone
I demand a recount.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 08:24pm PT
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NOT AS STRONG AS HE ONCE WAS, BUT I DID GET TO SEE THE SHOW.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Link at the Berkeley Community Theatre, opened for John Fahey. Maybe it was the Jabberwock and Doc Watson.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Altman's photo of Johnny Sunshine Pipe Joint Compound
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 08:36pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2015 - 08:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 08:57pm PT
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Skillful skiffle players are not common.
Once they were a nickel a dozen.
Two nickels getcha one dime bag.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Mama, she ain't hungry no more.
It's gonna rock ya.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2015 - 09:07pm PT
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Tutanhkanamun, under the influence of SPEEEEEEEEED! It killed him.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Every time you smoke there is a toxic mix of 7,000 chemicals comin' at ya.
Call me King Butt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2015 - 02:54am PT
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POSTCARDS.
Fresh out of calendars.
[Click to View YouTube Video][Click to View YouTube Video]
ALOHA FROM HELL
Cramps
Gonna take a week off.
Gonna go to Hell.
Send ya a postcard.
Hey I'm doin' swell!
Wish you were here.
Aloha from Hell.
I'll be dancin' thru the flames.
Like a devil in disguise.
You can hear me sing.
But not by satellite.
You can hear me sing.
Aloha from Hell.
Gonna get a lei.
Ring o'fire round my neck.
Big ol' she-devil kiss.
Aw hell! What the heck?
I'm packin' my duds.
Aloha from Hell.
I'll be glad to get away.
Up here everything's so swell.
You know some like it hot
and down there it's hot as Hell.
Don't forget to write.
Aloha from Hell.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2015 - 05:19am PT
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TALKING TO MYSELF OVER COFFEE
& LISTENING TO SOUL
Is there a domestic news front?
If so, which way is it facing?
Inwards, outwards, upwards.
One of the three.
Outsiders see our front.
We see theirs.
We cannot look at ourselves in the same way that Europeans do.
We cannot tell how the Asians see us.
We cannot tell if there are aliens out in space, but there are.
In their view, remember, no one is an alien.
We are all aliens.
It’s a strange POV, and a powerful one, which cant detect all three POVs and get to the truth.
The truth is all around, however you slice it.
It’s all separate realities other than that one being with all that insight and outasight.
But who’s to say there is just one?
Me.
I like to complicate matters, simply put.
I like to live too much in the past.
Keep on doin’ it, I’m gonna get next to myself.
Bo & Ruth/You're Gonna Get Next To Me (LP Version)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9t_c82RqfKI
[Click to View YouTube Video]Easy lovin', so sexy lookin'
I know from the feelin' that it comes from the heart
Easy lovin', every day's thanksgivin'
To count all my blessings, I wouldn't know where to start
Every time I look you over
So real to life it seems
For upon your pretty shoulders
There's a pair of angel wings
Easy lovin', seein's believin'
Life with you's like livin' in a beautiful dream
Every time I look you over
So real to life it seems
For upon your pretty shoulders
There's a pair of angel wings
Easy lovin', seein's believin'
Life with you's like livin' in a beautiful dream
--Freddie Hart
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 11, 2015 - 06:36am PT
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hey there say, good morning to all... good morning, DMT...
I TOO, oh my, am up early, for me...
good morning mouse! just saw you were up, too...
i am usually never up this early, as, i have gone to been at 4:30 am, usually ... LOL...
well, off to catch up on stuff, due to working around the snow, as, i have been helping a friend, too, on clear weather days...
much changes, then, in daily personal schedule chores, stuff, and fun
stuff, :)
still have some fun stuff to share on flames, soon as i can... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 11, 2015 - 08:10am PT
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You know
when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
I cast yhou out Satin! (I'm thinking of opting for the Chinese spelling)
[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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Feb 11, 2015 - 08:33am PT
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Johnny is playin' you for a fool, brother zB.
http://itouchmap.com/?s=AL&f=oilfield
There is not a drop of oil in Jefferson County, wherein lies the plain browpaper wrapped city known as Birmingham, Alabama.
There is none in the Alabama Hills, Eastside, neither, that I've heard.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
And I hate like hell to break it to you hippies who made this video,
but how in the deuced deuce did y'all GIT to Oildale in the first place?
Did you bike? Did you walk?
Shi-yit, naw, y'all came in a van, POWERED BY PETROLEUM!!!
Dingbat New Agers. All the time in the world to gawk at honest men
creatin' jobs and drivin' the economy, like.
Whyn't ya get real jobs? Stay at home ever' night.
Git to work at five a.m., work a full shift on a bullshit rig,
then go home dead-ass tired ever' night
with not much to look forward to but that little dinky paycheck...
So stick that in yore pretty little antler pipe & suck on it.
I got some Diesel here ya might like when yer done smokin' crow, sweetie...
--Derrick (that's not my real handle...that's Paul)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 11, 2015 - 10:09am PT
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I can't seem to up load pics;
Now some how my post that read I took to hart,
what you said, channeling,and toasting Blitzo
Wow SUCK SEZZZ!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2015 - 12:08pm PT
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Mucous Contest
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1814981&msg=1814981#msg1814981
A blast from the past.
Gnome, I'm not sure what the problem is, of course, up-or-downloading pix.
The Doctor and the norwegian are little help, as you can tell.
Purple gunk from a bottle? Respitory illness in your family, too?
Hope it's just seasonal.
Courtesy of Amy "Fill-In" Fillin, and I thank her.
I knew this album was gonna be special.
Old Bob Dillin rocks the Grammys with an acceptable speech.
http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/pdf/arts/Bob-Dylan-Speech-Transcription-20150207.pdf
Dylan scored his eighth UK number one album on Sunday with Shadows In The Night,
his 36th studio album, featuring covers of 10 standards made famous by Frank Sinatra.
"I missed the Grammys, Grampa."
"So do I, boy. So do I."
//they published my earliest songs,
but I didn't stay there too long//
Tonight I'll be stayin' here with you
And I might bore you to death before I'm through
http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-31292870
Also, as to respitory illness, Amyjo said this, too.
in the Chinese medical realm,
there is a LOT good to be said
about the efficacy of
Shitake/Reishi and Cordyceps
in the treatment of Asthma
and other respiratory
hardships.
Please do look into it.
And I will in the long goodbye.
The Nose. What would we do with no nose?
There might be no pizza!
No music!
[Click to View YouTube Video]At 13:35 a song about the San Joaquin Valley.
http://joeynoknows.com/albums/
The Essig Brothers discuss much.They are owners of The Partisan Bar on Main Street and the 17th Street Public House on Main Street.
Neither are what you'd call Weekend Warriors. Monday nights are fine, though.
"You can consider yourself a songwriter even if you're a shitty guitar player."
"Lately I've really wanted to sing like Chet Baker."
"I like seventh chords....it's all just sort of me grasping at..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2015 - 12:55pm PT
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Special for TimidTopRope.
Alison Rush, from the City, now here, now there...a migratory bird.[Click to View YouTube Video]She's terrific.
I watched her on the street one night at the Merced Art Hop
and she had the crowd eating out of her hand,
like tame birds, and taking REQUESTS!
Unheard of!
"There's a lot of words that go into your songs."--Joey No Knows
At 6:20 is a song for Amyjo, up there in the cheep seats.
At @ 30:00 is a song for Gnome.
Gypsy! She plays a fookin' tin whistle!
"You have to get a little bit more creative with your sadness."
"Happiness is a great thing. I like being happy."
She's goin' to Stanford U., just south of San Francisco.
Conserving bandwidth.
Expounding Universe mentioned something the other day.
Get your fog hats on.Captain Van Morrison.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Petiton and repetition.
The rain let up
And the sun came up...
A pickup truck
Nearly passed us by.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Climb it change.
2014 the Warmest Year on Record.[Click to View YouTube Video]Estimated profit change.
It's not a broken record.
February 1995 was colder than average. It was the last month that was.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 11, 2015 - 05:19pm PT
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http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=00BBBMNU
[Click to View YouTube Video]
As an unG>O D> leey I was never to tjg's (thats The Jesus Gig's site)GOD TUBE!? REALLY FOR REAL COOL THNX z
As usually I am more like ly to watch the sap run from some hostage, az he is burned to death somewhere.
The wife how ever is always watching Pit Bulls & Parollees, spelling be darned as socks.
The syncopation of the things that certain supertopians post up,
(mainly members of the Flames inner circle)
makes me think of the similarities of deeply held and cherished experiences away from the rocc, that many of us must share.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2015 - 09:25pm PT
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We prefer the word "cabal" to "inner circle."
And "coteries" are for the ladies, dans mon livre.
Victoria's.
The FBI has a fleet of these in blue.
V-6 and VO, two of the silent partners in the Flames cabal. Siblings.Their parents wanted twin V-8s, but this is what they got.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2015 - 09:47pm PT
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"End each page of The Flames with climbing content" is something the cabal should talk over.
[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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Feb 11, 2015 - 11:58pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
So I went out to shoot the train today.
I got to R Street and the old tracks between 16th and 15th before the sun went down and set up next to the train tracks.
It was pleasantly warm.
A few passersby stopped passing by to remonstrate.
One man said he'd seen spirits down that way.
He and I were looking southeast towards the old depot and the Yosemite Area Rapid Transit/Greyhound depot.
I openly scoffed and said that, no, my camera didn't have the ability to shoot spirits when he asked about that.
I then told him of a time back in the late 1800s and early 1900s when the area over on 16th was a rough-and-tumble place, an open city, as some described it.
Drunks abounded.
The newspapers here (the Argus, the Sun, the Star) often notified readers of the death of yet another poor sot who was the victim of a train.
Deaths from a mangled body were fairly common.
The dude left and some time later Dickie came by.He claimed to sleep nearby--over in the freeway right-of-way, I think he meant, but he was not clear and cogent, shall we say.
He said that the trains drove him bats because he could not sleep well.
Well, duh!
I told him that I'd lived part of my young-young life in Redding next to the tracks that ran through both Redding and Merced, and that I knew his pain.
He waved his hands in the southeasterly direction and said something like a professor of architecture might, only he waved his hands so much it really did distract me.
He told me the ballast stones were blowing out from the speed of the high-ballin' trains.
It's normal, I told him.
It's gonna get someone killed, he said. And he pointed at himself.
I just said Otay and he left in a happy frame of mind after we'd introduced ourselves to each other.
Then the train arrived from the northwesterly direction and when its engines came flying by I grabbed the tripod and camera and turned out from the tracks.
When I had my back to the blast of wind caused by the train's passage lasted well over a minute after it Its force had knocked my hat off, but it just lay there until I'd got some pics of the receding train.
I had forgotten how much of a thrill it is standing next to the locomotive as it comes hell-bent for Fresno and points south.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2015 - 12:16am PT
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"Cat L."
"Railroad Rose."
Have a pleasant night.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 12, 2015 - 10:28am PT
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How does a blind man determine when a page is going to end?
Only time will McTell.
You Was Born to Die
But how much time do I have?
[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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Feb 12, 2015 - 11:45am PT
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People gotta live and pollute somewhere.
Looking at all that flat stuff, goin' all the way to Red Bluff.
Reminds me of just how many folks have never had any
Experience at elevations much higher than a few hundred feet.
They've never taken a hike longer than a few city blocks,
or traveled further than the city bus will take them,
and never will.
And it makes the climber in me happy...
and the teacher a little sad.
See?
:0)
I'm delirious.
http://forestproject.org/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2015 - 12:01pm PT
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They all learned to make lemonade.
This is the happenin' romantic evening spot in the bleakest city for hogs ever.
It's located down by the river next to the two broken-down ivy-covered Chevy vans.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 12, 2015 - 01:01pm PT
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OOPS i just farted on the front page what was I thinking! I still have to wait forever for anything to load,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2015 - 01:56pm PT
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Welcome to Cabal-TV.
The first Aussie feature film, and Rod Taylor, Nicole Kidman, and Mel Gibson are not in the cast, so sorry Locker.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Andale! mi caballeros.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2015 - 05:18pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Cab log entry--star date today, expiration date sooner than you expect.
Inter'sting story...
I was looking for "cabal" related items on the net.
Came across the link to the Kelly Gang film checking under caballero.
That led to this, eventually, to make a long inter'sting story short and suck'stinkt.
May the Force of the Horse be with you, Mrs. Kirk'Out, wherever you are.
Cabtain Calloway
And now I'll be gone a few hours...I'm watching Star Wars/Threads of Destiny, which happened to show up on the tail end of that last trailer.
Whoo-hoo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2015 - 08:46pm PT
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Too cold, too cold!
What a masochistic pastime.
Ice climbing and ice surfing...zBrown, you're tweested, mi hermano.
The dog and cat show is much more viewer-friendly!
Her daintiness, the Skittish Miss, the "decider."This may be something like Punxatawney Phil's shadow ritual in the feline idiom. Quien sabe?
The Star Wars was actually the Bore Wars, a great black hole of immense dimensions and no talent. To be avoided.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 12, 2015 - 09:29pm PT
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Me with, . . .. I'm almost normal . . . Me without is abnormal.
There is so much snow and ice to clear around my abode that I tore some thing in my
upper abdomen under the left rib cage. It hit like a cramp when I lifted and tried to
straighten up from my shoveling toil.
It feels like a twist of . . . hey post up 'A Simple Twist of Fate', please,
I have not the patients is that the wrong spelling ? prolly is lazy and bad spelling too.
5 To ten below tonight , I used to love this siht, my old climbing partner , the one who has Ms and more friends then I, of all ages,
(damn bad form starting a sentence using the word:) Many ex vets, some in thier nineties, can get out in the cold or he used to, Now he too is old and we have not spoken since the holidays I fear his symptoms are attacking his systems it is a cruel illness and more so for a climber who pounded iron in the seventies.. His name is Jon Anderson a tall blond, proud son of Norwegian stock!
With a sharp wit, it was he who insisted that I use my moniker, GNOME OfTHE DIABASE.
Mouse his writing is incomprehensible, really amazing and he knows it sorry if he is lurking but I doubt he iis and if so Jon Phones work both ways dude, same with E mail .
the climb Crazy Cat in a Bandanna, CCB is his FA on what we called Hibernia, after the first Anglo settlers of the valley this maintaining my persona is still important although today I threw it out as it were if any one cares I will go fix that now. . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 12:09am PT
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Nobody outclimbs me! Just then a hawk nailed him.
It's called hubris.
I love those archaeology dudes and the anthropology gals.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 05:00am PT
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The claim is that he was sober."But happy hour's always the prelude to the sunset, right?"
Gnome, you need SPEEDY shutter speed to capture birds so they don't blur. Gypsy says so, and it's as true as what the little yellow bird tells me, too.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 13, 2015 - 05:06am PT
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I asked you NOT to post any telling pictures that might show my true age or that my mother
(or her snakes) might recognize!
WTF i thought we had reached that understanding .
well the cat. . . is out of the bag
( hey how did you photo shop off my bandanna?)
Now all of taco land and it's lurkers know who I am.
I am a monkeez uncle.
By way of a test the nexy uploadz as da boyz in Gaza or really Giza but that like the tank of the chevy truck don't rhyme as well as Dodge and hopeless truedat in Gaza.
(pic of J. Garcia at Giza)
WE hail from Spitz, and the wife's family from Gratz, Austria.
( pic. of map section showing river towns inculiding Spitz,)
As for Dah f. dada,
his farm or grandpa's farm, really it was here:
( pics of great grand dad leon Spitz,(2) The view of the hillsides of the river market town of Spitz, taken from a river cruise ship,HInderhaus in Spitz,. . . .///
test fail as you see I have some stuff that you can see but not from me cause the smiling fake Frontier Buffalo that is a bison will not play nice with Cmac's servers of some techy shite about slow up and down load speeds.Fdit It took three days to get half of what I wanted Said and shown . . . Boo Hiiss!
it is bad enough that I can Not share these, worse is that the Fair Gypsy posted
"All Hail Lennon and Marx" over on the camp4 pics thread . That album is one, that forty years on, I can still recite verbatim, ( not verbate um) like gospel or the Kol Nidrea,http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4955739 the morners Kiddush, or the prayer for the dead in the old testament not that I have any jewishish, roots my friendz.
Probably why I am attracted to the flames, Catholic guilt for not being any of the above.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 06:13am PT
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Pretty tough, coming from such a wee punk.
Let's go settle it in the woodshed. :0)
This calls for something Really Big.Down Patagonia Way.
Show me round those great big mountains way down south.
Take me to your daddy's farm.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 06:51am PT
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Better run away.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 06:55am PT
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Obviously, many of the above photos were scanned from various Nat. Geo. mags.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 13, 2015 - 06:58am PT
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It was a long time ago, but I'm pretty sure I beat this guy one-on-one in basketball. Either him or his brother. Put a band-aid on it and stop whining.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 11:56am PT
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My Morning Whine.
http://www.drweil.com/drw/u/ART00454/Ayurvedic-Medicine.html
Weil I'm on the topic of ayurvedic medicine...I'd like a dollar for each Andrew Weil book I ever rang through the register as a bookseller...I'm pretty sure that the symptom of COPD known as "tired all the time" is the result of loss of sleep, rather than, say, anemia or other causes. I'm lucky to get any real sleep.
Whenever, or nearly so, I lie down prone, the sinuses start emptying and I begin coughing and then need to sit up and cough and spit up, which leads to sitting on the edge of the bed with my head down catching my breath and thinking how miserable I am--for long stretches, until I feel myself keeling over sideways, many times.
And the same holds true of my sitting in the can. (I heard a line the other day from Victor Victoria to the effect that going to the bathroom is a religious experience and I tend to agree.) I've found that the "position" wherein I'm most comfortable is elbows on knees, head down, breathing much better, but falling asleep on the can's not "all that."
I use this position in the recliner, sitting on the forward edge, facing the floor, trying to breath normally. It seems to help.
I've heard from a friend that certain mushrooms are effective in treating breathing disorders like asthma. I'll be checking it out if it's not prohibitively expensive.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 13, 2015 - 04:25pm PT
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Here, Mouse.
I drink mullein tea and also smoke it instead of using my (steroid) inhaler. My asthma is almost entirely gone since I quit using corp. pharma stuff as much as possible. Actually, I realize I have not been on any corp. pharma for a while now.
Anyway, here is some reading on mullein for asthma and breathing problems:
Mullein for Asthma | LIVESTRONG.COM
http://www.livestrong.com/article/461732-mullein-for-asthma/;
Make Your Own Lung-Healing Herbal Tea with Mullein - Organic ...
http://www.organicauthority.com/health/mullein-herbal-tea.html;
Herb to Know: Mullein (Verbascum thapsus) - Mother Earth Living
http://www.motherearthliving.com/.../herb-to-know-mullein-verbasc#m-thapsus. aspx
Mullein tea is a traditional treatment for respiratory problems, such as chest colds, bronchitis and asthma. Mullein leaf tea is slightly bitter; a tea of the flowers is ...
I hope if you decide to use the mullein that it helps. Mullein grows wild across most of the US. It can also be ordered online, I think. I harvest my own from around one of my apple trees. I think the apple tree helps with the taste. I sometimes add a little silver sage to the mullein, and maybe a bit of mint as well. Let me know if you need more info.
feralfae
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 13, 2015 - 04:31pm PT
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[url="Beautiful https://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=bouquet+of+flowers&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8"]Beautiful https://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=bouquet+of+flowers&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8[/url]
Such cool stuff
AS zbrown said, a dada opus here (, Zen MASTER ! YOU ARE)thanks for helping
Beautiful flowers were my idea that zbrown was kind enough to link for me as my server is as slow as dial up and wait.
Then
to ensure that Man boy,
The great Latch an' grab Saint Sharma,
In his dharma pose,
would end this page . . .
He cut off his nose to spite his face & deleted the Link to valentines flowers.
That's alright as I have now restored the Link.
I hope to add a bunch of rat race stuff to save face,
(thanx Ms FeralFae), I'll try the tea.
also more the jJaybird(wife, for those not already onboard) than myself(allergies) has asthma
she /we both try to vary the various potions and pills to kill the mucus and save ourselves:
to remove mucus,
stinging nettle,taken daily as a supplement,
With (now over the counter ) Flonase nasal spray or, Zertec, taken daily to inhibit phlegm production,
In the later in the evening but not to soon before bed, has left Me Hackless till wracked,
(military for in place to sleep)
that leaves me almost, almost able to sleep.
But not in a prone position, nothing lets me sleep on my side or back and I must be on an incline.
The jJay bird snores as apnea prevails,
It is Mold And Dust mites and random stuff that sets her off, too.
thus concludes the Rx segment of our fare word play.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 07:05pm PT
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Hay there zBrown.
Thanks for the bouquet.
I'll just pass it along to feralfae, amyjo, neebee, & Gypsy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2015 - 09:17pm PT
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All I want is to breathe
(I'm too thin)
Won't you breathe with me?
Find a little space, so we move in-between
(In-between it)
And keep one step ahead, of yourself
--from Born Under Punches, David Byrne
Thanks for the advice and comfort--this "flare-up" of COPD is nearing its climax, I hope.
That is all I can hope for at this point...anything more, like mullein tea or reishi mushroom tincture or cordyceps fungi will have to "wait a minute."
I feel sort of like a grunt in the jungle,
going through this jungle of a life,
every so often getting my feet bound up in "wait-a-minute vines."
I stop and untangle the blasted things,
then rise up only to find my buddies have gone on,
and the bush looks all the same in every direction.
Now is the time to check the compass,
rather than to shout out to the rest of the squad.
I am beginning to feel old, as well.
I found a good copy of the February 2013 collectors' special of the Smithsonian magazine in the room set aside for reading next to the laundry room on the mezzanine.
Here is the final object photographed for that issue.
Baltimore seamstress Mary Pickersgill made the giant flag that flew over Fort McHenry. Francis Scott Key took some lyrics from a poem he'd written in 1805 and they were set to a tune from the mother country: "To Anacreon in Heaven," a popular English drinking song.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2015 - 05:03am PT
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Yes that was the Idea please tell all
Happy Valentines day.
Ugh , this real is getting dull,
it takes on a Unfinished sort of drain
On My system to leave this to post till it does...
That could happen or not in twenty minutes
Or an hour
OH MY STARZ IT WORKED!!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 14, 2015 - 07:15am PT
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Here is a bluebird just to bring you happiness Mr. Mouse and all
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 07:28am PT
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Thank you, "cheep-sy."
That was tweet of you.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 14, 2015 - 08:25am PT
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Manson's bride-not-to-be stole this from The Beatles, I'm stealing it back.
Did yhou hear where she only wanted him for his [dead] body.
I think the wedding is off.
"Goggling in the rat race empire"™©®
Happy VD all. All you need is love.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 08:33am PT
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Graphic evidence that Google is in love with itself.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 08:36am PT
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Predators outside my window today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 14, 2015 - 08:38am PT
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 14, 2015 - 09:29am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
just the right date, for date, though dated, now, to be shared:
valentines day makes for sweet shares, but also, just being good friends, makes for sweet shares, too... mouse always has sweet shares for so many folks...
we should give him a thank you valentine for sure, for all he's done, by thoughtful pics, and articles, and trinkets and even food!
thank you mouse, for just being you, and for your flames and being our,
MOUSE ON THE STREET...
edit:
more to share, later, after chores, on the NEAT magazine find,
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!
THE park ranger stuff...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2015 - 11:45am PT
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Angles wing !
just the one
now back to recommend that Moose take ultra Colloidal Silver, forSinus Infections , an anti bacterial, that has worked for Her and I used it recently on some infected cuts and scrapes
Nothing has helped reduce the sweelling( golf ball on elbow)
I need some cheese with the whine to please.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 14, 2015 - 12:35pm PT
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Is this the end of the line?
I've never been to Spain, but I kinda like Chris Sharma (Daila is nice too). He usually has good sound effects, no wet suit or gloves.
Yo mama chi chi!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 12:52pm PT
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No more snow for you, Gnome! That's what you need. And that's what I'm sending to you. It may take a few days.
neebee, I appreciate that you appreciate the appreciation I've shown to you for all you do here by sending the dates!
It may be the closest I ever come to having a date with any woman ever again, excepting the lovely doctor--her name is Bernadette--in the Cardilogy Dept. in the Fresno VA hospital when I was there last.
DMT, I love Hershey's kisses! How did you know?
(I'm referring to neebee's thread about appreciating moi, of course.)
It was quite nice to wake from a nap and find the updated Saturday edition of the front page and the encomiums awaiting me there. Thank you all for being so tolerant of my gaffes early on in my Taco postings (I've since seen it's a fairly common affliction).
Who can forget the...well, that's all in the past.
I work hard and I used to play hard, too, but only on the easy stuff.
It pays to advertise, too.
The revenue coming in from the Advice & Cheese Shop alone is paying for part of my continuing education here at ST State!
I'm lookin' to complete this semester and go on to a possible Masters in STone,* followed by a Doctorate in Taco Drama.
Aside to neebee, the Medjool dates I've sent are not as good as the ones we had a few years ago here (through Grocery Outlet). They were a bit larger and MUCH more caramel-like and a little sweeter.
http://www.wisegeek.org/what-are-medjool-dates.htm
"Date palms that give rise to medjool fruit are believed to be indigenous to the North African coast and Arabic Peninsula. Fossil evidence suggests that the fruits were enjoyed by ancient people in countries as far apart as Saudi Arabia and Morocco..."
They must use carbon-dating.
Their pits are easily removed and cast into the fire pit, make lovely fossils.
The fact that they have only @ 66 cals per unit is offset for use as climbing bivvy food by their tremendous ability to "keep things moving."
The G.O. still has a stock of lesser dates stuffed with almonds and coated with sesame seeds in a sweetened goo.
May we all enjoy a measure of peace and contentedness today, and those of you who are hooked up, doubly so.
*Date pits are also known as stones, All monocots have stones...the apricot, the peachicot, etc.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 02:02pm PT
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zBrown, I wonder what Chris Sharma's palms look like.
Aside from Corsica, the Western Mediterranean offers other isles, like Sardinia and the Balearic Isles. I recall in grammar school when my older brother Mike had a report to turn in on the Balearics.
Robert Graves lived much of his life there, among the British ex-pats.
Here's a trip to Spain's Enchanted Isles, from August, 1928, courtesy of the Grosvenors (lovely couple) and National Geographic.
Strictly speaking, bb is a French concoction.
Every boy should experience the joy
Of removing a patch of pricklies.
We should do this again.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2015 - 02:21pm PT
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If you do not find watching the hardest of hard core, or the sub titles throw you off, please take a look at the opening of the video, it has some nice simpocatica with z's video, but more
with . . .
. . . awh he's sick, Yes he is a catchy little number, . . .and She 's no fun she fell right over,
He sneezes she GOES, weeee, pufft! at three minutes into the video,
the chemistry between the two is to be drunken in absorbed, on Valentine's
A sweety and her Sweety getting hard hard climbing done.
Cedric, Nina, cows, sheep and clouds.
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Now this is funny as I consider The writings of James Joyce, when I google how to spell;
simpatico,
Using my spelling from above, the google gives me myself and flames and supertopo!
That said, I have no shame - so I will leave my word to grow some.
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So much snow and more due on Wednesday!
MY STARZ
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 09:27pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Aside from today being Valentines Day, it seems it was Old Flames day, too.
Larry Jones, last seen in June 2013, came through with his dogs, Miss Sophie and Mister Darcy. He has a red Dodge crew cab. Of course we go for a cruise. It’s what Flames do.
Statesboro Blues is playing on the sound system from the first Taj Mahal LP. I can’t get over it, because it’s the same one his late wife Barb downloaded to a disc for me the night before she passed. I hadn’t seen her in something like thirty years and it turned out to be the last time I ever saw her. You cannot make this stuff up, it just happens.
T Hocking, that was the same road trip during which we visited Tom’s Thumb.
Before we go further out Bear Creek Drive, which is where we cruised, Larry asks about Gypsy and Ariel and I tell him that you both are great and doin’ swell.
He tells me that I look like crap, like an old homeless guy, and he’s right. I felt like crap right then--tough time breathin'. Boomer would have agreed about the close resemblance to a bum.
We talk a great deal about Dylan’s music on this trip. the Rev never plays his radio unless it’s talk radio sh#t. And he is not the intellectual that Jones is. Larry’s an artist, he don’t look back. But he knows exactly how many days he was married to Barb.
He also has taken up the ukelele. Even I bought a uke, but soon realized it was beyond my physical ability and gave it to my boy Scott to hold until one of his kids decides to try it. Larry hangs with the Pinole Ukes, or PU. He’s a guitar player, too. He tells me he is always messing up with the guitar D chord by playing a uke G chord, or some such. Crossover’s tough.
So, Dylan. And we are heading out South West Bear Creek Drive. He tells me about Ry Cooder, and I tell him about Tom T. Hall and Kris Kristofferson's effect on him--devastatng! He tells me of Bob's Chronicles I, which he read recently. I tell him it's a great book by an amazing man--what's left to do but listen to him? He hasn't any Dylan CDs with him, so he pulls out Lucinda and we listen to Car Wheels on a Country Road.
It's been a songwriter's week, huh?
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We have an actual destination, the Flying X Ranch, aka the last ranch on Cunningham Rd., the title of one of the two Linda Abbott paintings which I own. It’s way out there by the Mariposa line. It’s a working ranch, and they have a yard full of sheep and lambs right now.
We stop a couple of times so I can shoot some photos. The nut trees are finally getting their blossoms out. I apologize for the fuzziness of some of these shots. No tripod plus failing eyes equals poor manual focus.
We listened to Lucinda some more on the way home--though the road is paved now it once was gravel.
I’d found this stuck to my door on the way down to join Larry. It is from Lulu, my neighbor down the hall.
If I had died today when I got home I’d have been to the pastures of heaven already.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2015 - 11:25pm PT
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Larry told me about his boy, Avery, who is a careerist with the Gap, makin' it in the big city in a big way.
He was a gym rat at the gym the Great Hans runs. He did hard-hard until a couple of fingers got too stressed, sidelining him indefinitely.
He waited and waited until finally he was ready to try climbing again. The very day after he resumed his efforts he drove a drill bit through his hand! Yikes!
He no longer thinks about climbing.
Larry's brother Brian and he took a good long trip together last year and went over the mountains to the Eastside.
He said the worst part was waiting for Brian to finish dithering for hours--coffeeing up, getting everything dried out perfectly, rolled and folded perfectly, packed perfectly.
Larry has been a solo backpacker for years, ever since he took off into the Warner Mts. of NE California and dropped his new Himalayan pack off one of the peaks. He's more the Colin Fletcher type than the Sierra Clubber.
He'll never go out with Brian again. Too much for him. Larry's got long legs and sets a good pace. I never thought about going with him.
He never invited me. We are cool with that. He tried rock climbing, but it hadn't the appeal of moving across vast distances quickly.
Larry once got a federal loan for school, took the money and went over to Hawaii and came back with a kilo of Primo hash, which he took up to Yosemite Valley. He got a room at Degnan's dorms and lived the life until the hash ran out. Then he went back to the land of reality somewhere.
On our little cruise today, we talked of Yip Harburg and Harold Arlen, two old school songwriters.
Edgar Yipsel "Yip" Harburg (born Isidore Hochberg, Yiddish: איסידור הוכברג; April 8, 1896 – March 5, 1981) was an American popular song lyricist who worked with many well-known composers. He wrote the lyrics to the standards "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?," "April in Paris," and "It's Only a Paper Moon," as well as all of the songs in The Wizard of Oz, including "Over the Rainbow." He was known for the social commentary of his lyrics, as well as his liberal sensibilities. He also championed racial and gender equality and union politics.--Wiki
Harold Arlen (February 15, 1905 – April 23, 1986) was an American composer of popular music, having written over 500 songs, a number of which have become known worldwide. In addition to composing the songs for The Wizard of Oz, including the classic 1938 song, "Over the Rainbow,” Arlen is a highly regarded contributor to the Great American Songbook. "Over the Rainbow" was voted the twentieth century's No. 1 song by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA).--Wiki
Cab Calloway recorded several of Arlen and Harburg's collaborations.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 15, 2015 - 06:19am PT
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And a fond hello to Larry Jokes and Avery
and in honor of yesterday's valentines day here is my favorite Lucinda Williams tune
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtxCNDfrcDw
I have absolutely no idea how people post the actual video in these threads...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2015 - 08:03am PT
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Well it works like this Gypsy.
"EXTRACT THE BOLDED PARTS, then replace the two {} brackets with the [] brackets and you're home free."
-Lucinda in the sky with Diamonds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBTT3VPriV8**
{youtube=fBTT3VPriV8}
Happy Valentine's Day Chele and Ms. Calabash, wherever you are.
What do you call the biggest guy in THE Count-FIVE?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 15, 2015 - 08:15am PT
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Gypsy, are you interesting !
wow how much I have loved the pics and humor and vibe!
I wish you all the finest things, and breath
fresh and deep !
Pure and Cryptic
evocative art and a great ability to capture,
a fleeting moment
or create entire universe es!
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 15, 2015 - 08:31am PT
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She blushes.
Thanks for the info zBrown. I'll try it next time.
For a trip around the world you can always catch my radio show:
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
by going to the link above and clicking on the single word "listen" on the left side of the page above the play lists.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2015 - 08:46am PT
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My pleasure Gypsy. I've caught your show in the past. Somehow I dropped it. I'll put it on my computer desktop, I'm told I spend a lot of time there.
Michele was a math teacher so I'm now having to develop an equation where a lot approaches too much, asymptotically speaking. It may indeed be a case of "asymptotic freedom in the theory of the strong interaction".*
mfm, can I get a witness, or at least some beta?
*The Nobel Prize for Physics was awarded to David Gross, David Politzer and Frank Wilczek for it's discovery in 2004 and as Doc Hartouni has told me, "don't argue with physics", it's the law. Everybody knows what happens when yhou fight the law.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2015 - 09:53am PT
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zBrown is leading you astray, Gypsy, as he has done with many a lady. :0)
I do it two ways, depending.
one way--
Find your video on Youtube.
Point the cursor at the title in blue and right click one time.
A box appears with a menu.
Choose "Copy link address" and left click once to copy.
Go to the Post a Reply box on ST and paste it there.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXewIR7Y7cc
When it's pasted it looks like this ^^^.
Delete the "s" from "https:" and you're home free.
or another--
Or if you want the video block to appear and not simply the link, use the last eleven digits to paste into the slot which appears when you click "video" on the top of the Post a Reply box.
You can go to the URL line at the top of the Youtube page to capture and paste the eleven digits for insertion into the Video slot. (That sounds crude, I realize.)
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a catchy little number--GOTD
In Africa today, a member of the Big Five has passed away.
I can almost guarantee it.
In Africa, the big five game animals are:
the African lion,
African elephant,
Cape buffalo,
African leopard,
and White/Black rhinoceros.
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I'd like to suggest a remedial math course for you, zBrown. In it they will maybe teach you that the middle finger is the largest of the Count to Fives. His name is the Fickle One, though he is actually in the third position.
Also, the Cabal's monthly meeting at Coffee Dan's every third Friday, FYI. Where have you been? You've missed the last two in a row.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2015 - 11:06am PT
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I'll tell ya something right off the top from the bottom of my heart (it is afterall only one day since St. Valentine has come and gone) mrMFM.
You've got a problem in your method right there at step one. What if your video is not on Youtube?
Take the case of the famous video of Camp Four Plus and the mysterious plane crash of (now corrected to) 1976. Who you gonna call, ghostdancers?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2015 - 11:11am PT
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So I sez to zBrown, I sez, sez I, "How many Vimeo Videos or other venues have I posted videos from?"
And he's, like, all flummoxed.
http://i.vimeocdn.com/video/104674326_295x166.webp
I'm not enrolled as a member of Vimeo or any of those gangs of five as I'm already committed heart and soul to the gangs of Camp 4.
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Remember the Five Points.
1. Always hire one half of the dirtbags, kill the rest.
2. Saint MICHAEL cast Satan out of Yosemite Valley.
3. A local is a man who is willing to give his life for his National Park.
4. the earth turns but we don't feel it move.
5. I've stayed alive all these years because of fear.
"One spark and the sky is on fire."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2015 - 11:30am PT
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Everybody's talking at me and they want to know what .webp file is, because they do not recognize it.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 15, 2015 - 11:32am PT
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ONE SPARK & SKYZZ FIRE
Ya gotta know what your lookin' at
z has posted a picture of the Gnomes' favorite hat!
It smells abit of Avigaz but when dried to perfection
Sparks fly,
FROG kept some around for kicks to choke the Hausers,
in Canadian that would be hozzers,
When he left the tent we had a laugh at the dorf's revenge.
Ahack ahack ahacka spew.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 15, 2015 - 11:46am PT
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IT SURE HAS BEEN A COLD HARD RIDE
WHEN POURING OVER ICE LET IT TRICKLE DOWN THE 'CICLENOT YELLOW SNOW BUT THE SAME IDEA
THIS WOULD BE LIKE DRINKIN' ROOF SNOT
S NOT A GUD IDEA
DID I HEAR SOMEONE SAY GO PLAY WITH YOUR HULA HOOP?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 15, 2015 - 12:02pm PT
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It is my sister's eldest granddaughter's 15th birthday today and I am the cake maker in the family. But she doesn't want cake, she wants pumpkin pie. So while the pies are in the oven and the weather is frigid outside and stirring up a snow storm; I am reading various threads on this forum and editing photos etc. Found this one of my mom and my dad's youngest brother. The essence of way cool...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2015 - 12:04pm PT
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I'm lookin' for (in no particular order):
Fifth Beatle
Fifth Stone
Fifth Estate
Fifth of Jose Cuervo
Fifth Dimension
I already found the Firth of Fifth (it is available on Youtube).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2015 - 03:11pm PT
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Gnome,
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don’t underestimate me
I won’t underestimate you
EVER AGAIN!
Quite the schmooth trooth, foof's knot snot healthy.
And Gypsy's mom, cooler than that icicle with the pleated skirt & saddles hoes and your uncle with the belt buckle and cuffies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2015 - 03:46pm PT
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1 2 3 4 5th Street, address of The North Face Factory Outlet.
Golden Gate Fields Forever.
I've not strict permission from Bonnie to use Bob Kamps' photo.
She is seeking the name of the person who gave it to her.
If you can help with the donor, it will be useful to Yerian and Lynnie in the book on which they are collaborating.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 15, 2015 - 07:31pm PT
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I met and climbed with Bob Kamps, when he visited the Gunks '85?
He was good friends with Dick Williams the Octogenarian, wonderkind, of the Gunks
and Bircheff(spelling?)Williams route. does that help?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2015 - 08:07pm PT
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"Clyde the Climber's Climber" huh?
Very strange to me that Clyde popped up in this place at this time.
Brujeria no hay duda.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 15, 2015 - 11:09pm PT
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try to get some sleep
No dice
follow a hint that
takes me back
some regrets
last
worst
day in the gunks was
not agreeing with B Kamps,
He was
Bob Kamps
the next regrets
did it again
intense talk with Lynn H.
disagree with great and famous climbers
to this day I hold to my opinions
Use the best technology available to further the sport (Kamps anti power drills)
Gyms, plastic, competition of the snowbird sort euro,trashing of American infant sport would eventually dumb it down make it mainstream no longer welcoming those who needed it as they we/me fit in no where else at all
that is what I see has come to pass.
see Bob on the front page tonight,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2015 - 05:24am PT
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try to get some sleep
EARLY MORNING THOUGHTS WHILE LISTENING TO THE REFRIGERATOR HUM
As I have woken from a short winter’s nap--it is still winter and my pulmonary disease keeps me from deep sleep besides--I sit up in my bunk-cave and watch my mind clear while I pick at my toenails.
There in the dark’s distance are the neighborhood stars, the Speaker and the Monitor. Way off in another direction, further out, lies the galaxy known, for this minute anyway, as 3:59. It does actually lie, it does not hover as a real star is said to do, for it is always changing and it needs to be reset anyway to match Computer when it rises in a few minutes, accompanied by it’s twin star Scanner.
Having done as much damage to the brittle nails as I can without a file, I get up and think about coffee and how I liked it but now it’s not my cup of tea. It is too acid, a result of aging. As I grow old, many things have changed, but one thing has not, and that is my disdain for an outline when I write. It is now a half-hour later than it was when I awoke, so this is still early morning, but later. The refrigerator hum is gone, overwhelmed by the heater fan’s grumbling.
I find my pace and my tenseness loosens up and my consciousness takes over and I go auto-pilot.
I question the word tenseness. I was not relaxed when I regained consciousness or I would not have been picking at my toenails. This is not a free-writing exercise. I need to cross the eyes and dot the tees, which is not part of the system of free-writing. That is just hell-for-leather stirring the pot. This is more like a poem’s birth.
There are lots of lines between which lie unfathomably many other thoughts. This sedately paced thinking match between consciousness and further consciousness is more akin to poetry than an essay, which is more akin to a legal brief or a debate. The morsels of truth remain in between the thoughts and the lines.
I cannot listen to sung music while doing this. As I stood at the sink preparing my terrible coffee it occurred to me that I seldom listen to anything when I write any longer. It must be that it’s too distracting, though this was the first time I have ever thought of that.
I also was thinking, while waiting for the water to boil, about how stream-of-consciousness works, at least for me. It does not rely on hurried pen strokes of notes. It is better that I think the thought an later on just play it as it lays. I have a memory. I remembered this idea, so I must be on to something. And my written notes are usually illegible to some extent. I am short a thumb but know no shorthand.
Hah! It is only 4:50 and I have made a funny.
Which brings to mind the terrible coffee. It is Eight O’Clock Coffee, a brand which is known as being centrally perked on Friends, the recently retired TV comedy series. It is a nasty brew, but it is having the effect of waking me by virtue of its taste. It is not a relaxing taste, a kick back and enjoy taste. It is a drink me fast, swill me, then go to work. It alters the mind.
I have recently taken to drinking marijuana tea for its soporific effect. I can’t really enjoy smoking reef much at all any longer as these lungs, these pullman-airy porters of oxygen and waste gas, cannot handle the experience without causing havoc...coughing uncontrollably, producing more phlegm than one can imagine, and not really getting all that much from the high. It simply is not worth it any longer.
My pipe collection, mostly all corncobs with one nice briar, sit idled and waiting to be tossed. I am addicted to nicotine, solidly. I realize I cannot go cold turkey on that. I will take one and place it between my jaws and use it as a fix every so often. I’m fighting that urge right now and losing. It’s right there. If it were not, I’d lose it. I would start thinking of that, not what I’m thinking of trying to write.
I have run out of things to write for the moment so I’ll stop and go Google that Thomas guy. Maybe turn on Capradio out of Capital City and listen to some classical music. Maybe there will be something by Mahler, thought they seem to seldom play his work. I recall reading once that he was huge at one time, around the turn of the last century, and fell out of favor, but I can Google that, too.
The time is 5:13 a.m. and the sun will not rise until about 6:45. I pity anyone on a wall now waiting for the sunsight.
One last set of thoughts, then, which recurred to me just now. These were about Scandinavian offense at Polish humor. I'm pleased that the cartoonist chose off the scientist. It's real drama and it was carried out in a suspenseful way, the timing was brilliant on both parts. If it were classical music it would be a combination of Grieg, the Sibelius of the North, and Chopin, the French Pole. In stereotypical fidelity.
Now go out, have a nice day, and express yourselves, children.
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Good morning, Gnome.
How's your coffee, DMT?
Look, up in the sky...it's a bird.
No, maybe a plane.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2015 - 07:31am PT
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Enjoy your Garuda, big old clymber.
It doesn't take mouthfuls of Niagara
for an old climbing guruda enjoy good stuff.
Sips are more better.
From our correspondent in Chico.
[Click to View YouTube Video]A fruity taste of batso you can have a good day.
Mafakin' songwriters.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 16, 2015 - 08:34am PT
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To dream perhaps to slumber only to awake to the rumbles in my head,
rumbles, and the accumulation of Phlegm,
which on rizing, I hack up and spray the monitor with chunks that glow ingreyish misery.
I spent all night up worrying about all of it
where the hell was the wallet?
as it is always empty
I lose track of it
and To follow
the trax I made in the snow
in subzero white out conditions
to find a drivers license that may have expired
Is not worth the frozen toes. ( or the screaming barfies)
[Click to View YouTube Video] I watched this Live It was 3 of 6.at like 4:10 am.
WE agreed , she has hidden my warm boots
under her snoring form,
new to me,Now round with age.
Because those boots fit my front points
that if the wind is still,
the urge and ghosts of Yabo, and Jimmy Jewel
Inspire me to act the fool and go solo moderate but vertical
Ice.
THEY HAVE RUINED COFFEE, the they I speak of is the Industry at Large! Some bright fellow who is not mellow from seattle, found that if you burn the beans at the end of the roasting process they keep for ever. thus changing the monetary model, and if you charge %300 percent more, fools will rush your doors for Joltin' Joe with every thing added to make a sweet tea / milkshake of the venerable cup of coffee.
Have you tried Instant? I know It sound like Sacrilege but across the world Nescafe' rules . not acid or all that bitter, I get life, bitter pill, and then some bitter with my bier. thats all the bitter i can stand.
Kottke? Leo was a pal that kept me sane as I was trying to edit and produce a fair high school literary rag that had to include every one who submitted more than four things. thanks to a transendentak english teacher/ advisor.
The long[Click to View YouTube Video]
the short
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and
the great
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the kids both need to use the box , that is finally fixing We again have Photo shop so I can turn out and spinn them pics my way
see ya some time or have some Cherry Pie mmk
hey there way back some stoned masters were making jokes " a mouse ran under my chair "
I think It was in the 1st stone master installment or it could have been in chapter 5.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/145850/Stonemaster-stories
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http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/161148/StoneMaster-Stories-Part-5-the-epic-continues
What fvck is Vegan Leather,? . . . Roadkill? . . .WTF!!
I git stung to delirium trying to out my sanctuary, now on the side of a hi way
that is the top of Sugar holler'(A historic sugar makin' Hollow, now allbut plowed under) this is the fuzzy trail, marked with yellow blazes,that skirts the very edge of an eastern Cirque.
( 5 yellow blazes incuding the one in the forground ,on the tree,enlarge to see more clearly )
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2015 - 12:57pm PT
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Caetano Veloso/Let It Bleed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOgBvb3JcTU
I had a buddy in freshman year at St. Mary's named Norm Caetano who had a thang about black women, much like Clarence King a century before.
He exclusively dated several (meaning three) black chicks (they were all chicks in sixty-six; wimmin had yet to make their appearance) from the East Bay who all attended Holy Names in Oakland.
St. Mary's had only a token few blacks at the time, if that. There were none in my freshman class, I know.
We boys in "the Zoo" were stranged out by his attitude.
He was from San Diego, brujo.
Nice posters.
Throwpie did a few posters here locally.
I made up several for a concert sponsored by the Students for a Democratic Sorority at Monterey College in '69. Fahey did not play, nor the Stones.
We took local talent and used them to protest Cambodian borders and Nixon's uppity sense of how to lead from the rear.
http://img.golivewire.com/forums/peer-ebbbpob-support-a.html
We sorta gave up on school after that, what with Kent State and Yosemite's fall.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 16, 2015 - 01:45pm PT
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magia negro or brujeria negra, eh? I guess it comes with the territory.
Another in a series of random methods. Start the video then click the "cc" button. You too will be truly amazed, as was I.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 16, 2015 - 01:55pm PT
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"(they were all chicks in sixty-six; wimmin had yet to make their appearance)"
No, the word "woman" is still sexist as is "person"--it is woperdaughter...:D
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 16, 2015 - 02:13pm PT
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Too funny almost, right now here an ol' climbing partner who was formost a client with a death wish when we met 20 no thirty years ago has resurfaced.
In a parking lot in a posh town this fella strolls up to me and my kids, with his teenage son,in toe, and says"I know who you are hi" Gnome! , gno me?
I have no idea who this person is, and with my past I fear for what he might say next,
I step up after turning shades of colors and looking left and right for an escape route,
I says oh reelee? Well nice to see you again and extend my hand.
His wife is corporately employed by big sugar water that we as a family do not ever imbibe,
His son and his sons dreads indicate that his mixed up penchant for dark meat has never been saited,but satisfied. He looks well, and as he should being ten or more years younger than I, much still strong and spry. . . A potential belay slave climbing partner out of the 'lets get pizza after dance class' move.
His story winds around and he has a home in Cali and this high tax one here, I am still not clear if there is one in Nebraska?also.
This is Guy Norior, when we met he was suicidal, from bullying and having been getting it on in a car at prom, when some mthreffer, plowed into the back of his sweetheart's car leaving him both fiscally and mentally scared as the poor girl got the vicious end of the unpredictable
(He felt) attack. She remained comatose for a year and never came back.
Thus his therapist recommended that I take him to the woods and cliffs to restore his zest for life. We climbed and camped and I tried to get him laid but he was only interested in paying way up town girls who made me frown.
The drive from Harlem to my gunkzbunk with partying hoes was novel - the dirty road never saw the likes of it and probably never has again! We had some fun but he was batsihtit crazy.
I was trying to be legit.and this sport is so welcoming to buxom girls of color. We eventually had a falling out that I have No memory of ,but he does!
It seems that while I was working taking kids out, he was climbing near by and thought it a good idea to show off to impress me. The way he tells it, sober or buzzed he got all spread eagled out above me to my left sans rope! and me with payed for youngsters that must be supervised, will have to make a quick decision- we all cannot leave fast enough to escape before he falls the fifty feet back to the deck so up I have to go, hip hop across some non climb seventy feet off plumb on a toprope to save his crazy azz.
Such a thing it was, he says, that I was . . . Snapped . . that I broke his nose and sent him packing never to hear from him again.
Thank my lucky stars. I had met Yabo by then who had clocked my inattentive belayer at thE G.P.A. (Under Green Dragon, nawameen?) know what I mean?
And that influence of barley balanced Rock monster that I copied was one of Guys favorite stories to tell when he would see me and as I said he would stay away from me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 16, 2015 - 02:48pm PT
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Whippersnapper, can you go out and {fetch, round up, bring hither, muster, assemble, rally or rodeo} some a dem woperdaughteria?
Clyde 'The glide' Frazier,Clyde Barrow,Clyde The camel.Clyde de l'etang de freville,Clyde Lewis,Clyde W. Tombaugh,and The Clyde Theatre were just a sampling of the assemlblage of Clydes that rumbled through my mmind not more than several hours before the Climbing one appeared.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2015 - 05:39pm PT
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Berry big sugar water fall Sergeant Clyde. Why the Jakes do you go if you slowly turn?
My big little brother your sister mama jujube and popcorn.
Whirling bird floated by him.
Thirty-five year time line lost overboard.
He save no pee.
Over an icicle in the bank he gonna bye-bye.
Blink the eyes have it upthread.
Mama! Drink the gnome, eat the sprightly coconut.
Crows landing bar.
Motorcycle Clyde barrelista made of mist.
Folly weighs a whomping in boots too.
Spanish weather on the plane.
Boss dice, ship and crew, El Capitan.
Werner, enslave me now I capture your finger, slowly turn to right, drilling for Texas crude.
How does the song go now, Sergeant Clyde?
I still wonder over roiling waters, Mister Bridges.
The rescue went to hell between dusk and Don.
Put the body in a bag...NOW, womperson.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2015 - 06:46pm PT
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And when he got to the top it was just striking one o'clock.
The mouse that was sunning on top woke up and sang a few licks of his own for Norman.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And then he ran down and resumed his siesta,
despite the rumors old Ma Goose had been spreading.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2015 - 07:49am PT
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Clyde Raines & Hat
Clyde Moore, Hat & Rare White Mule
Cylde Auditorium, Glascow
Uh, Clyde McPhatter, Hat
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2015 - 08:16am PT
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Clydie King, Clyde Zimmerman, Two Hats and some out of tune instruments
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 09:30am PT
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Another Cleare photo. Notice the shadow. Grand!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 11:02am PT
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^^^ Keep a-hoppin' and a-boppin'
A-movin' and a-groovin'.
Thanks, DJ Doctor Psil!
They are daughter and mother and the differences are very subtle.
The Soap Box.
Tuesday's featured orator, the redoubtable rSin.
the destruction of people posts really gets me
others see this and are trying to address
i have no tolerance for those who think these places are their private property
these forums are public spaces
no matter our civil institutions WHICH created them in the first place
arent providing them
"like a bare flower
are these words
these stabbings at relation of sense
in terms which
pass effortlessly"
He is in health. Not on easy street by miles,
but it's a long ways from where he was a while ago.
We are friends, I'm proud to say to my other friends.
His attitude will never change.
He's dyed in wool.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 17, 2015 - 12:17pm PT
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Even if you don't parlez français you will probably get the gist of this scene--the outsider in a small town. The singers are friends of mine (the group Tavagna)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Es0CsUh91I
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 17, 2015 - 12:43pm PT
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Just A quick hello I think,
May have shared in error but,
Any how Iwas stalking Farouk, and in his pics folio,
Was a 'screen shot', from eBay, that said:
Best trolls Evah!
Avatars and passwords,For theses names and more from supertopo,
For sale $3.99 for a pack of . . .?
In the screen shot It showed a list of avatar names &
your pals name rSin! Was there.
All this was prompted by my response to Pyro's post #420
On the medusa appreciation thread.
( hope this is correct, dam Lipitor is short term memory FUBAR)
When sweet harmony and total sinc, are the result of passion it shows through in any language!
If only s and what if s
had we all been in the ditch together
forever and ever
Would seem like not long enough time,
Thank you all for including me I real for real appreciate it.
And hope my shares are worthy.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 17, 2015 - 04:20pm PT
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Not now after the poet was shown to me I guess we disagree?
please tell, is it wrong to maintain the status quo for some and not for the paid elite ?
why protect the identity of the 'pro klimber' if his actions deserve the flames of public ridicule?
I say out the fvcker and let the siht fly ,
if he had to pay his own way to climb he would not project in the Valley, but he would be my
problem here in New Jersey!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 04:39pm PT
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I'm entering it into the public record that he's told me never to contact him.
rSin the anyonymous is a good dude and I'll stand by him thich knot han in hand, thumpin' a copy of On the Woad, tie-dyin' to be free of sunny-day friends.
You can quote me, Gnome.
Internecine: adj. Destructive to both sides in a conflict.
"The internecine result of the hissy fit was the end of a fair-weather friendship anyway. No real damage was done. Life went on."
Intramural: adj. Taking place within a single educational institution.
"The intamural antics at the Taco kindergarten left me in stitches, but you shoulda seen the other guy."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 04:50pm PT
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Gnome.
MooseDrool.
the Rev.
Gypsy.
Lollie.
five peeps I'd sip some suds with
together and/or separately
(Mexican, Canadian, domestic, Euro, micro, PBR, it don't mean a thing as long as it's of alcoholic merit of some kind)
if zBrown is the designated driver.
don't feel slighted, anyone else
you're buyin'
mfm has two known dis-likers here and he'd like to apologize to them both
eKat, i've tried to raise the tenor of this thread, dear
Cosmeeeeeek!, WTF?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 17, 2015 - 05:05pm PT
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IF they are getting sponsorship in any way the must live up to the standards.
If they are caught doing otherwise, using methods that both threaten the activity,
and other users freedom to do it in the longheld, 'right' way they should be held to account.
Going postal about what B kamps wrought,
I was against the power tools ban,
because I know it is not ever A level playing field, Not ever. . . due to dollars and
A lack of Common,( the herd mentality)sense.
some can and do (using the right, approved, sanctioned,methods)
and some can't and want to. . . so they use whatever means necessary.
They then JOIN THE FRAY and spray as if they did it the "right" way , knowing in a deep
cynical way that time will pass and that will solve all.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 05:21pm PT
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Can we quote you on that?
The Walls have ears when the elders discuss the heavy issues.Who said what here?
"I never ever chip when I can drill, hook, leap, or send Dale up there."Fail to plan, plan to fail. Or you can go with the flow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2015 - 06:09pm PT
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Well I never met Peggy Lou, but the last thing I'm looking at is the swami belt. Sorry. Nice headband though, she's in.
Pretty pretty pretty pretty Peggy Lou. I'd put her right up there at the head of the class with Michele.
Keepin' like(d) things together, eh?
Are you sure Hank done it this way?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2015 - 06:21pm PT
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I only drink when I drive, but I'm prety good at both.
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Thanks, Hank. Did I ever tell you about when I met Emmylou in Reseda? OK, probably never will either.
Headband .. pffft .. Hot Band!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2015 - 07:06pm PT
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I'm just gonna slide this in here, cuz I didn't put it on the What Song thread. Forgive me Father (and brothers and sisters).
Hatz thread? Well, not really. This isn't about no hats, this is life and Joe Death right here.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 17, 2015 - 07:22pm PT
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Peggy Lou today....still impossible to take a bad photo of her...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 07:36pm PT
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Bruce Hamilton, TNF designer and VP in the seventies and eighties, was the biggest Buddy Holly fan from Vanderbilt I ever met.
Mark Hannel, who worked in my shop and then ran the Palo Alto FO, was the biggest Emmy Lou Harris fan from Walnut Creek I ever met.
He also wore the same raggedy-ass rd head band I ever saw and drove a junked out old Ford Courier like me. One of the most laid-back individuals I ever met, I've not seen him since around 1980, though I've tried to contact him.
Mark McAllister.Mark, according to Larry Jones, is in Richmond and has a girl friend and has gigged in the area. He came by the FO in the seventies but I've not seen him since, and he was said to be on narcotics. Tsk-tsk.
That was news to Larry, however. His name's McAllister, so maybe we can just scotch that rumor. He's alive and hooked up, that's what matters. He could show up at any time.
Still no word on Yeates.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 17, 2015 - 07:42pm PT
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one more...I'm her biggest fan.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 08:14pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hot Tuna - 99 Year Blues
Well, now give me my pistol, man
And three round balls
I'm gonna shoot everybody
That I don't like at all
Like at all, like at all
Like at all, like at all
Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame
You know the thing don't miss
'Cause I got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
Well, the world is a drag
And my friends can't vote
Gonna make me a connection
And score some dope
Go, get high, go, get high
Go, get high, go, get high
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 17, 2015 - 09:07pm PT
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now i Effed up big time.
I am big enough to admit it,
i went to far,
I took a swipe at a big dogs legacy, and paid a price by a hammering by that most talented largest craftsman . . .the big fish !
i am sorry, And it was not said In disrespect.
it was the passion what got me.
( PASSION: THE JOINING IN FLAMES OF MIXED EMOTIONS).... conflagration is a better word,
but my better half, also aghast a what I said,
said make the apology understandable,
a regretful acknowledgment of an offense or failure.
I am contrite :
adjective
feeling or expressing remorse or penitence; affected by guilt.
"a broken and a contrite heart"
synonyms: remorseful, repentant, penitent, regretful, sorry, apologetic, rueful, sheepish,
hangdog, ashamed, chastened, shamefaced, conscience-stricken, guilt-ridden
so I am asking for forgiveness, maybe just not in the right place.
what shall I do ?
No JOKES,
please accept my sincerest apology
I was wrong to bring up karma.
I am sorry for what I said.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 09:25pm PT
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Hang dog your head, old Tom Dooley,
Hand down his head, Monsieur Guillotine,
(Hang on that cross, MIster ScapeGnome)
Hang in there but never cry.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 17, 2015 - 10:35pm PT
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Look , seek and you may find,
The bird of paradise mates but what a dance it must do.
I'm Off the useful full service box reduced to the Shablet so only words.
But words will do.
Now I have to leave hang dawg in too,
That was a crux. . .
I will only cry in private,
Some times it works the hart does a body good,
I am scared to speak. . .
Adult
Did you make it to high school
Tomorrow we get to see what my daughter will have to survive,
My family sucks my wife's family sucks more.
Massive kudos to families who surf and climb generations worth of
Stories of grandpa taking 'em out for ice cream
Did I share that fishing story?
I think I did then wusses out?
Some times delete is the better part of valor
I just think it is pansy azz by the way have you seen the aspiring mountaineers thread asking for recommendations, of bigger than the Killer Washington?
Just yesterday a solo hiker died in the hundred mile an hour winds.half way up I think or down?
The thread generator says he and his girl have done the mnt twice and are ready for only bigger hills with more prominence higher bigger I can not keep to a strain of thought,
That was it, I recommended enchainments linking summits and such, the Shablet has just spit out the word suchlike, real sixth grade education this one rightch here.
I said to check out the continental divide. . .
Another classic thread that I hope is a troll was answered by three venerable Topians who posted in a chain your gonna die, each taking one of the words although it all may be one person, with three avatars don't taze me bro for saying is Tad Three Card Monty? he was
"Gonna" or maybe the "your" I can't remember and not gonna go looking
The thread was from a man who claims he has getting into rescue work helicopter evacuation
And the like. He says he needs an XL sized harness and what should he get ?
Oh man I'm lost and gonna drink some .....see you I the funny pages. . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 11:16pm PT
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CURRENT EVENTS
for the masses.
"Stories of grandpa taking 'em out for ice cream"
Google Doodle is not an ice cream flavor.
Alessandro Volta would have been 270 years old today.
Volta, California
Volta is a census-designated place in Merced County, California. It is located 5 miles west-northwest of Los Banos, at an elevation of 105 feet. The population was 246 at the 2010 census. Wikipedia
Area: 4.434 sq miles (11.48 km²)
La Volta
http://www.danceshistoricalmiscellany.com/2014/05/dancing-lewd-la-volta.html
[Click to View YouTube Video]Charry Garcia is not a fan of ice cream.
He plays a mean berimbau, though.
The berimbau consist of a wooden stick which is strung with a steel string to form the bow shape, a gourd with an opening on one side which acts as a resonator, a coin or stone, a thin bamboo stick, and is played with a basket shaker called caxixi.As for the bowed instrument, the Amatis made plenty in the mid-16th C.As to the harp, it's ancient
Voltaic cell
A penny. A nail. A lemon. Insulated wire.
Why did the battery go shopping? It was out of juice.
Alternately, there is Bromberg.[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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Feb 18, 2015 - 03:46am PT
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The American Party Scene in the 19th Century
"What do I know? I know nothing."
It's still true today. We are grossly misled and unfortunately misinformed
as to actions of factions in days gone by.
It seems slavery doubled in the US because of the cotton gin.
More southern gents began raisin' more cotton, alienatin' more blacks by beatin' they backs,
but Django gonna git 'em, boy.
The Know-Nothing Party
http://law.jrank.org/pages/8005/Know-Nothing-Party.html
Anbinder, Tyler. G. 1995. Nativism and Slavery: The Northern Know-Nothings and the Politics of the 1850s. New York: Oxford Univ. Press.
http://www.newenglishreview.org/custpage.cfm/frm/82009/sec_id/82009
Tyler Anbinder, a specialist in 19th Century American politics and a consultant for the film had this to say in an interview on the History News Network of NPR (December 23, 2002):
“Scorsese has over-dramatized the amount of bloodshed and death there would have been in a pre Civil War riot. There were a couple of riots like that one depicted in the movie between native born Protestants and Catholics in the neighborhood, but, at most, they resulted in a death or two, not the huge carnage you see in the scene.”
The slogan “No Irish Need Apply” was more common in England, especially London, where it was turned into a song.
Joe Glazer/No Irish Need Apply
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXkgUqD4_EY
A form of Knowing-Nothingism lives here in The Promised Land of Tacos.
In view of this, I'd like to quote Ari Shamron. "It's better to be a pickpocket than a mugger." (Thank you, Daniel Silva.)
I will be the first to admit I was perplexed by the film Gangs of New Yawk.
I had read the book, after all, and things just did not add up somehow.
I didn't like the acting of Daniel Day Lewis to begin with, but that is pure subjectivity on my part.
I had an equal amount of skepticism about the Priest's Son,
who was such an appealing model of nobility when played by such a matinee idol as Leonardo da Caprio.
In power struggles or in struggles to survive, lies come thick and fast from both sides.
Plus ca change.
It would be fascinating to see how our foreign contingent of posters view the antics of our vaunted Democraic System,
the so-called American Way.
R. Crumb had a field day with this type of thing, in his day.
The suddenly bloody fight between the Satirists of Paris and the rival gang,
the Muslim Fanatics, seems to be a latter-day version of the same sort of turmoil extant
in the time before the War for Southern Freedom.
And then there's the KKK. And the atrocities against the blacks is the most prominent feature of the Klan's dark history simply, I feel, because the Jews were too smart to stick around down in Dixie,
whereas the Negro Population were necessarily stuck in one place,
at least until Detroit became as accepting of them for their cheap labor as the Erie Canal builders had been of the Irish for the exact same reason.
This is not the place and time to go into all of this history, for it is far to complex (not to mention OFF TOPIC) to discuss here.
It is meant as balm for my buddy, my little brother, whom I don't want committing the same sins as rSin and having to pay the price of total ostracism and eventual banning.
Go now in peace to love and serve YOUR lord while I do my thing with mine.
Amen.
If you don't believe me, maybe you should watch this documentary from the archive of American dramatic historical events, University of the Tube.
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I once asked Boomer, my dad, what he would like most if he could have it.
His quick reply was, "I'd like a Mercedes." He drove a Mecury Monterey, one of the US auto industry's attempts at an American Mercedes.
In my day, the Beemer was the hot item. I had to settle for a Chevette.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 05:17am PT
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"You booze, you loose."--Boomer
It doesn't apply just to golf, ya dingbat looper.
"Cinderella story, from outta nowhere. This shot could lose him the Masters."--Carl Spackler, Caddy Shack
[Click to View YouTube Video]Back in the day, golf was a bastion of civility and manners, codified by the USGA's rules of golf.
At the same time, there were no rules governing who could belong to golfing "clubs."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 05:51am PT
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill
"I contented myself with trying to make him a man, such a man as he might have been," writes Stegner in the book's introduction, "with his legend at his feet like a lengthening shadow."
Defriending Joe Hill: Stegner's lesson for the Oscars
http://www.hcn.org/articles/defriending-joe-hill-stegners-lesson-for-the-oscars
The above article from High Country News lays out the same idea as the one upthread about the Know-Nothings and Martin Scorcese's movie Gangs of New York.
As for Stegner, his novel Joe Hill is a very good read.
I'm still trying to find a way into the novel I'd like to write about my Nana and her man, Leonard Larson the heavy equipment operator. I'd like it if it could be half as good as Wallace Stegner's Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Or the one Ring Lardner wrote about Jack Keefe, the ballplayer, in You Know Me, Al, another of my favorites from the early twentieth century; meaning that you know how I hate outlining and have relied on SOC and whimsy.
"Jack Keefe is a headstrong, gullible, cheap, naive, self-centred, egotistical and uneducated rube -- but he has a strong pitching arm."--Wiki
Words of Whimsy about Lenna and Timmsy would be too hard to rhyme, too. I haven't the need or desire to write whimsically about my own fam dambly, or do I?
You think you know me, pal, but I'm still not here.
Were it a song that I was writing, it would be "gal" instead of pal.
"Where'd ya learn to write like that, MFM?"
"Incomprehensible gibberish and drunken mumbles."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 06:01am PT
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This belongs on this Flames thread.
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I'm proud of Rick Monday every day of the week.
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When you know how you feel, it's easy to deal
With the other guy.
SHOW him he's wrong, and EDUCATE him instead of bombing his place of worship, disrespecting his flag, the symbol of UNITY, which is never more than an ideal in the first place, or by burning his store to the ground.
Stained glass shards from the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church
in BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA, in 1963.
Four girls died when it was bombed and this galvanized the Civil Rights Movement.
RIP:
Carole Robertson, 14.
Addie Mae Collins, 14.
Bernadine Mathews, 15.
Denise McNair, 11.
Sarah Collins, Addie Mae's younger sister, survived.
This is all on Wikipedia.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 18, 2015 - 06:36am PT
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hey there say, mouse... just sholved drive...
say, i got married in 1972--so never saw tv etc after that...
say, wow, i never knew this about rick monday... will read up on it...
thanks for sharing...
:)
not able to see other stuff yet... will still check out the neat finlandia, later... and those little ol' 'in sync' critters...
THEY will MAKE MY day, later, :))
i miss the birds, here...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 06:52am PT
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We love to get out and away into the wild
We hate to read of or hear 'bout the death of a child
Because some moron heard another moron talking and went wild
and decided to...
shoe bomb a plane-load of travelers
fly an airplane into a skyscraper or pentagon
kidnap an innocent heiress
send a letter bomb
murder a pregnant actress and her friends
douse a field of weed with paraquat
drive drunk in spite of all warnings
or use a book of matches instead of a Zippo
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 07:21am PT
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If Jorma an Jack were forming the band today could it be Hot Shit!! Come to think of it, I don't think that name would be allowed in the Finnish Brotherhood Hall.
Where did HT come from? "I really would like to know" - The clue is here:
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 18, 2015 - 07:35am PT
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Now iz the winter of my dis.
[Click to View YouTube Video] And the fish takes out the family and friendz in way to many ways I maybe shouldering a long simmering grudge me thinkz...
that And I got me no flapo flab hiding my junk from me,
and some sort of europa ducation past vocational school
I needto retoll, and then retool,
BY the way it looked
not that I looked
I Mattie , argh! that I was so on with an ol' jump rat
the albatross, like ollfred E, Madd I was ...
with O'blame, and shots of Jamison iz ya feelin' it
son? see here is Otto's list his dad was no slouch either,
https://portal.slac.stanford.edu/sites/ard_public/people/tora/Documents/Publications%20List.pdf
my Cherry got popped In every way there is to pop one when the listed one,
blessed be he, and me, went to a school with a gun range in it's basement
Why , because it went well with the Presidential, white house Bowling ally
Five lanes
TEE HEE! HEE !!
I seem ed Diquieted ed H works with the Partical collider bossman who's adoppted grand
fathers and MINE too were The Hanz And Fritz.,
thats at the DAWN WALL
OF TIME HANDS AND FEET!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 07:40am PT
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The last thing I heard, one of the Twin Yellow-jacket Gnome Brothers, sez to the dynosower, 'bite me". He did. Woulda been a good name for a band though.
What TYj Gnome Brothers? No, Dinosowers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 07:54am PT
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I went trollin' for tuna 'n' came back accompanied by two of the Tuna Hotties, the groupies of the group.
They were inventive.
So was I. Normally trollin' never catches any self-respectin' tunas.
The Hotties weren't self-respectin' in the slightest bit, however.
They said they liked a bit more flash than Hot Tuna provided.
They got taken by the spinnin' spoon.
They offered to cook me a tuna casserole but I asked 'em not to and would they please just give me a tuna sandwich.
[Blush]
I've always been a huge fan of Kinks.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:07am PT
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There was a bunch of very funny on topic
(cause I can't stand me CRYPTIC )
abrv. that could m/w soo many dif. things that it just seems
like a lazy op thatis F .O .T
nothat it is safev to go into the D.E. WTF?
Water.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:09am PT
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Analyze that IT is not safe to go INTO
the DEEP END,
Even though she knows me biblically
and I fit into Large pantz.
Only G .O .D .Z can ever go there
where HE doze lay in mind and wait
iz what iz mine gone too
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see what Idid there
Hope I didn't
scare away
the Pansy knot (just the play on wordz)
Finest working engineeer MORE
TUNAFISH
PLEASE , can not tune a . . .
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well that and back to the future
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:29am PT
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Tuna Fish Taco.
YAK!
Sushi Taco.
Might like that.
MooseParticles, R U up for a trip to the South Bay and some surf-riding?
And Gnome, I checked out young Otto's list.
I got a beef with #18. H.H. Braun, et al. "Emittance Growth and Energy Loss due to Coherent Synchrotron Radiation in the Bunch Compressor of the CLIC Test Facility (CTF-II)" Phys. Rev. ST Accel. Beams, 3,122402 (2000).
But I'll call Doc Hartouni and we'll see about a field trip to do some Phys. Rev. and possibly write up a full-scale TR with pix and vids whenever he can get away from his duties as a climber, family man, and guidebook editor.
I got a kick out of wigglers, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:33am PT
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A rope coil, sure, but a coil to generate electricity? Pshaw!but looky there, he's trying to generate low current electricity with a nylon runner as a coil.
Call Ben Mr. Franklin.
Call Tom Signore Mad Volta.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:39am PT
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Homey PaLY DAT! there is a more intimate version but this is after all of that so they ,the Band are much tighter here than there[Click to View YouTube Video]
from the novice thread after your pic was added this is his first post to the Cart on wheels selling some inter Rastafari mexican wrapped food,
@MouseFrom, you've got me all distracted like a dog spotting a squirrel. I have heard that there is/was a guy who specialized in establishing 'rappel routes' in Yosemite. Is one of the fellows in this photo, that guy? Not that I have a strong interest in rappel routes per-se. I don't like rappelling much at all. Ironic I guess, for making my first post in this forum to ask a question about rappelling.
Rich Jones
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:42am PT
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Need to split to serve the cause of justice and the American Way by showin' up for Jury Duty this mornin'.
Save me a lemon. I'm either gonna make lemonade or a voltaic cell when I get back.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 11:15am PT
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"If you’re faced with a big question and the answer is not Yes!!!!" then the answer is no.
-One of the McNamaras (Chris or Robert Strange)
McNamara [the strange one]was a numbers guy. Appointed the U.S. secretary of defense when tensions in Vietnam rose in the early 1960s, he insisted on getting data on everything he could. Only by applying statistical rigor, he believed, could decision makers understand a complex situation and make the right choices. The world in his view was a mass of unruly information that—if delineated, denoted, demarcated, and quantified—could be tamed by human hand and fall under human will. McNamara sought Truth, and that Truth could be found in data. Among the numbers that came back to him was the “body count.”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 11:56am PT
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January 5, 1967
Inaugural message of Ronald Reagan, California’s 33rd governor, delivered during ceremonies in the Rotunda of the State Capitol at midnight.
Just before the swearing in, the new governor turned to U.S. Senator George Murphy — a former movie song-and-dance man —
and said “Well George, here we are on the late show again.”
The new governor placed his hand on Father Serra’s bible as he was sworn in by State Supreme Court Justice Marshall F. McComb.
50th Anniversary. Opens February 20 & Closes December 4.
Help wanted, no bullwink.
No flower children need apply, they need reliable, steady workers.
"Will they let us climb the Palace of Fine Arts, dude? There are some great Honnolding ledges and edges on that dome."
Tad, I was sent home and am to return at 1:15 or they'll come arrest me.
What a pain.
I stopped off at the Courthouse Museum to speak with the director about a Particular photo and she was looking at the book about the Panama Pacific Expo.
There are several vintage Yosemite images in it.
I asked her did she get it from the library...it's an antique belonging to Mrs. Cunningham, wife of Big Jim who pretty much runs the place because he's Board of Directors and major contributor and his family's owned the Cunningham Ranch since around 1855 when Merced County divorced Mariposa County. It'a right on the borderline, like the old Fremont house at the former town of Union out past LeGrand.
The museum is sponsoring an exhibit on the exposition sometime this year...Double whammy-Double whammy.
100 years ago the world gathered in San Francisco and they built the Treasure Island in a place R.L. STevenson knew well.
And they did come to see the exposure, using only the ferries and cable cars. And the railroads and the shipping lines.
Back before the Cool Bridges thread, Nash Bridges, and the Ina Coolbrith Circle Gang.
Some copy from the intro to this fun old booklet:
"Think of some of the glories that await you at the end of the golden trail:
An expenditure of fifty million dollars in construction.
Fifty millions more in the intrinsic value of exhibitions.
Six hundred and twenty-five acres of Palaces and gardens entrancingly beautiful.
Eleven great Exhibit Palaces crowded with objects of interest from every portion of the globe.
Spacious courts and miles on miles of ornamented avenues.
More than two hundred and fifty groups of statuary by world’s masters.
Huge mural paintings, masterpieces by the greatest artists.
A Million Dollar Auditorium in San Francisco’s new Civic Center.
An art palace, the architecture of which is more beautiful than any part of ancient Greece, and which contains the largest and most comprehensive collection of pictures ever collected and shown in one place.
Near two score Pavilions of the States and Foreign Nations vying with each other in architecture, displays and hospitality.
Sixty-five acres of amusement concessions, several of which cost $250,000 to build.
An Aviation Field for the contest of the air and athletic sports.
A Drill Ground, where ten thousand troops may drill at one time.
A Livestock Exhibit embracing the entire world’s best birds and animals.
An electrical illumination at night absolutely unique and unequaled."
I want a copy, or to at least permission to scan the pages. I guess I had better call Big Jim.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 02:22pm PT
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Ticket to ride.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 02:33pm PT
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Mules in the History of Yosemite Project
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 02:52pm PT
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Carleton Watkins (U.S.A., 1829-1916)
The Yosemite Valley from the “Best General View”
1866
From the album Photographs of the Yosemite Valley
Albumen print
Lent by Department of Special Collections, Stanford University Libraries
But wait, there's more.
http://artblart.com/tag/yosemite-valley/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 05:23pm PT
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I could not make this shot work as a color image.
This sucks.That's some feat of Mr. Bunyan, the ArtBlart blogger from Australia.
Imagine determining all the things he must while having to see the photos upside down in Down Under Land.
Seriously, thanks for the link. I noticed several iconic images that came immediately into my memory...
the Edward Weston shot of the bell pepper was the most jarring. Zap!
I did not see Tom Frost's name mentioned once, nor any climbing photographer,
but Mr. B. is more concerned with the dead than the quick--
maybe his shutter speed's too slow?
But of course, climbing is an arcane activity, with very small numbers of people who actually look at climbing shots.
There are between seven and eight billion people alive today,
each with their own tastes, or none,
or whose taste may be only found inside their mouths,
who might be impressed if some images of climbers came their way.
I did not see one mention of George Fiske that I recall.
Babble babble babble.
When each pic is worth one thousand words, a person should just STFU
and look and even look again, then fade away.
I WONDER why it is that we humans need to assign "best" or "greatest" to artists.
Each talented person who creates images has a different appeal for each person who views their work.
It is mostly a subjective game, though the mechanics and precision do count for those
who are convinced that they are experts.
I like Ram Dass' advice, which is that each of us is his own guru.
Each of us is presidential material, in that case, because WE are the DECIDERS,
not some academic or critic.
Their input is important in establishing our own values, however.
One needs a reference point or baseline or standards and teachers are there for such.
I am being schooled by some experienced and talented people here at the kindergarten.
The painters seem to get more oohs and aahs because of the nature of their games,
while we photographers, poor devils,
must toil on the keyboard once the shot's filed, suffering carpal tunnel and bony fingers.
It's a twitch here, a twist there, and a bit more saturation overall, OK!
It's still a crap shoot sometimes, unless it's been a shot in the planning for a long time.
By the Unknown Photographer.
Dude gets around as much as Watkins did.Cheap printing is as cheap printing does.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Feb 18, 2015 - 05:54pm PT
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Well snowed most of the day and it is going to be down below zero Fahrenheit tonight. I am huddled near my one tiny electric heater trying to stay warm. Kinda like being in the cave again without the sound of Yosemite Falls. Or in Toad Hall where I used to bake chocolate chip cookes so we could stay warm and melt the ice off the ceiling above our bed.
My son adopts homeless people. There are three or four of them camped out in his room eating up the homemade apple pie I made this evening. Cheers
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 06:13pm PT
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Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?
It's alright Maru, I'm only bleeding
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 18, 2015 - 06:21pm PT
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Maru - 20 million plus views. Taco views - unknown
Special guest appearance at 2:40
[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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Feb 18, 2015 - 07:05pm PT
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Gypsy...
So cold in China the birds don't sing.--Leo Kottke song
Your cave was a niche.
You belonged there then.
It's natural that you hark back to that time as a comparison to today.
"The word niche as ecologists use the term, has a twofold meaning.
It is an organism's address, the territory it occupies within an ecosystem....
Niche also refers to an organism's occupation, what it does to make a living at its address.
Bees, for example, make honey for themselves by visiting flowering plants
and returning to the hive laden with pollen.
Correspondingly, people visit Yosemite to make an emotional living.
While there they gather the kind of pollen that will sustain and expand the human spirit.
Human beings track nourishment in Yosemite almost exclusively by sight.
Sound plays a role occasionally, and the sense of smell, so effective
for other animals, is hardly ever used.
Views and vistas are what these hunters are after."
--Introduction to Yosemite As We Saw It by David Robertson
Overdose of catnip.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 18, 2015 - 08:19pm PT
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Pretty durn fast!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2015 - 02:22am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 19, 2015 - 03:28am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Karma is work, and work is life. The word Karma means also ‘sacred work’ and is connected
with the sacrifice of the Vedas: the ritual of religion. This meaning has to be considered in
reading the Gita. Karma, work or action, is often contrasted in the Bhagavad Gita with Jñana,
or contemplation: external ritual is set in contrast with inner spiritual life
drivel in a sentence.
This was the great
spiritual change that took place in the Upanishads: from external ritual they went into inner life.
This contrast is also found in the Gita, but in the Gita the word Karma has acquired a far
deeper meaning, and this leads to one of the most sublime conceptions of man.
All life is action, but every little finite action should be a surrender to the Infinite, even as
breathing in seems to be the receiving of the gift of life, and the breathing out a surrender into
the infinite Life.
Every little work in life, however humble, can become an act of creation and therefore a
means of salvation, because in all true creation we reconcile the finite with the Infinite, hence
the joy of creation. When vision is pure and when creation is pure there is always joy.
KARMA
A WORK in progress all your breathing days when I said it I caught the Biggest FISH
so far!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
When I die DO not Pass My atom smasher to my children or the world
Burly bag that can not be killt,
is what to pack me in
and wrap-pit in wrapt prayer flags
and Toxic warning tape and send it to
FISH Products
HC1 Box 696
Joshua Tree, Ca. 92252
Phone: 760.394.6665 to leave a message
Fax number is 760.666.3950
email is FishProductsInfo@gmail.com
If you are sending FISH OR something, something via UPS or FedX, email us for a street address.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2015 - 04:46am PT
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Cross-threading.
Inspired by a little old lady from Pasadena.
Ain't nobody meaner.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Just what the truth is I can't say anymore.
I love the Gnome.
Hat or no hat.
Sense or nonsense.
Verticle world or testicle world.
Like two sperm racing each other.
Eggs Ackley and Eggs Stream.
Nights on white satin.
Riding black thoughts.
Just where the end is, I can't imagine.
Maybe. Maybe not.
I love your knotty and your nice.
Don't think twice.
Yer alright.
Fer a parrot. :0)
I MEAN...you're getting to sound like the Smokin' Duck
You silly puck.
--U. Panicked Shad, swimming in haste
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Or maybe we just didn't want to look each other in the eye with our newfound intimacy?
The classic 'morning after' dilemma.
Once you move beyond just being friends, can you ever go back?"
--Nut Again!
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 19, 2015 - 06:40am PT
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If the Flames would have been around in the early 50's my dad would have been one for sure. He had a great sense of humor, loved a cigar and a beer, loved to tell stories and was hard working and hard partying. He is the man in the milking boots near the door sitting furthest on the right
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 19, 2015 - 06:58am PT
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C
In relation to a thread that was trending at this time . . . about Man spooning to survive a cold
night, an emergancy bivy, always trust your partner? I have the other expieriance too though,
Was left a wanting solo and alone by a skeletor, who climbed down aided by being a good
partner He was the local who could rally help, but did not, and it was cold , I was very cold,
but just kept moving, doing rope tricks, up and down as far as I could.
Looking for a way to get down, when some hours had past and it became clear that no help was coming,
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I became A Pirate Guide that Night at that spot,
California paid the price .
I a gonna say, tell Y'all
Wanna Buy a Duck!?
Where Is that Line I have called climbs that, and I was sure where i heard it Twice first.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Duck Soup the '33 Marx Brothers movie best known probably for the mirror scene.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iQvKYs9p5A
Can't fight the good fight ifni can not find what I am looking for
don't go to extreemz,(sic) sick, I am . . .
a big homophobe and why? because a giant with agiant member all night on the streets of paltz , needed to be shut down by cute little ol' me
I told the Judge I did not know my own strength , and my Man , the Public defender said It was self defense I was Quoted thusly:
" Don't whip out any thing that big you fudge packer"
(all sorts of worse things , edited out , for decorum's sake) .!
The conventions or requirements of polite behavior?
what comes next stress that to the bursting point,
I summarily pushed him over backwards ,
flipped, by chance, a railing that he had me backed up against,
and azz cheeks to the wind dong no longer in my face
but scrapped along the rusty rail and landing in the gutter!
I stood there Laughing while he blubberberd up and cried .
"Call 911, I have just been (re) circumsized"
Now that is a share to far. ./ .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
.ducks on ice.
This to Lighten up!
and For The love of zb
who I am not to address from so far away
I from anything, I was just a groupie with a hot sister,
SORRY but the stuff I posted was Classic it:
cartoon of "Slappy Squirrel'' riffing off, Abbott and Castello's the "Who's on 1st" bit,
but about the Bands the Who and Yes and The Band, 2 minutes long and it infected or more than Likely it was the not youtube site where I found a cool show from Thae Philli fest
the Levon Helm + D Bromberg, thing, then I was put back to that strange not standard
youtube, It said Youtube2,
what ever, system sick, my life is a balancing act from the start, and on and on,
GOOD BYE ...
IT WASFUN SEE IN THE FUNNY PAPERS
HOPE NOT IN YHE OBIT> nice talking to you ,
love ya, man
out
all apologies get a smile outa something will ya. . . .!(sorry to what/who follows... my shi tt)
HO GREAT BACK TO EDIT and OF course WHO is the next poster?
why it is DMT!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2015 - 08:26am PT
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Bartonella Henselae. Never played at the Golden Bear, nor for that matter, the Ash Grove (good name for a club that (was) burned down, eh?).
Fahey played there.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Fair play for Cuba (Old Chevy capital of the Western Hemisphre), omnipresent cigarillos, and 29 cent gas).
When travelers returning from Cuba gave talks or showed Cuban films, the Ash Grove became the target of angry demonstrations and threatened violence by Cuban exiles. A series of fires, including what patrons believed was an arson attack, led to the club's demise in 1973.
For the Pretty Peggy L (only missed O by 3) or EZ on the Eye version go ->
http://static1.squarespace.com/static/545a6ac9e4b05115df2f034c/t/545a7170e4b09756ea160887/1415213432661/Ed+on+Car002.png?format=1500w
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2015 - 08:54am PT
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Barney's never burned that I know of, despite the patronage of the light my fire crew. Probably never see photos of Freddie Mercury and Elton John bellying up to the bar. Weirdest thing, it is right in the middle of West Hollywood. Janis is rumoured to have eaten her last meal there, being found dead at the nearby Landmark Hotel the following day.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 19, 2015 - 09:06am PT
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Of course I read it wrong
OLD ENGLISH TO DIE FOR!. . . THAT SOUNDS LIKE A SONG..
this is way to long a version sorry about that
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Oh zb iam so not trying to offend any one,
BUTT,
I have a rosebud from abuse! just saying I can take it
to the
BANK. . . http://www.thewhitecliff.com
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2015 - 11:46am PT
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IXL or XLNT, one thing aficionados de los tacos tell you. To haul 'em, you need a mule, not a horse. Horsies OK for tamales, as are carts.
Hardware? You can probably go either way.
Garbage or Lower Merced Pass SuperNatural©®. Go with a mule.
Got a lot of tacos or weed? Simple, get a lot of mules.
Speakin' of guitars, forget all that macho shit!!, get yourself a Fender (invented right here in Chula Vista and endorsed by The Wolfman).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 19, 2015 - 11:59am PT
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... and how is this California girl born and bred spending a day in the Blue Ridge Mountains at 10 degrees Fahrenheit and a whole lotta snow between herself and her car. Scanning slides from the 70's in Chamonix, England, and the Sierra
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2015 - 02:02pm PT
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Glen Watkins was a friend of a friend of my sister's best friend (who was IN with the reigning party's lead senator--or was he a member of the cabinet?) and whose name rhymes with Mercylah.
That's not nearly so bad as Chlamydia.
None like these from zin-zin-atti ever made it to Merced.
http://www.ursuline-sisters-cincinnati.org/History.html
Artist: Lewis Williams, OFS
Artist's Narrative:
Born between 1470-75 on Lake Garda in Desenzano, Italy,
the young Angela grew up in a loving family where she imitated saints.
She worked hard in the family vineyard and farm.
She was called early to commit herself to the Franciscan Third Order,
in part to be able to receive more frequent Eucharist.
She suffered the deaths of her beloved sister, both parents and a dear companion at a young age.
During a harvest work break in the fields, she beheld a vision where heaven opened
and angels and virgins traveled via ladder between heaven and earth.
She recognized one of the virgins as her beloved sister (in other versions it was her dear companion),
who told Angela that God wanted her to found a company of virgins in a new kind of community
where they would remain in their homes and workplace, without habit, solemn vows or enclosure.
Their call was to religiously educate poor girls.
In this image, St. Angela holds the symbol of St. Ursula, in whose name she founded the company.
The arrow was a symbol of St Ursula’s martyrdom.
The grapes are symbolic of the eucharistic blood of Christ, so important to Angela,
and also of her family’s vineyard.
Even more, it is symbolic of the cluster of women she drew together in this unique way.
Lake Garda is the setting.
She died in her home at St. Afra’s church in Brescia, Jan. 27, 1540.
Her feast day is January 27.
the Stylistics/You'll Never Get To Heaven (If You Break My Heart)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3h0ZewTOqmI
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2015 - 03:48pm PT
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If you're in the 'hood
Come by and holler up at my window.
Or call.
My number's posted here somewhere.
It's more fun when you don't call and just yell MOUSE COME DOWN.
You might find me on the course if I don't answer.
I don't plan on moving out of this block to shoot anything but the turn at the cafe.
If I sound desperate, it's not that I'm all lonely and blue,
I just would like MORE people in my life.
But the facts is that yesterday I officially resigned as a museum docent
to Sarah and K in the office on my way home from jury duty in the morning.
I plain don't have the desire or the energy.
I'm paddling backwards, like.
Aw, screw it.
As to the jury dury, I don't have anything but time, so I may as well get paid to do nothin'.
I volunteered for a seven-day trial and need to be there tomorrow at ten a.m.
They talk about banker's hours, 10-3, but now it's different.
The trial lawyers go to work at the same time, then have a decent lunch break and they go to around four p.m.
I've never worked on a jury. It will be a learning experience.
From the old courthouse to the new courthouse with the Mouse.
If I had not stopped in on Sarah and K, I'd never have known of the 100th Anniverdadverary of the International Exposition.
One thing I learned by paying attention to DMT's posts...
Treasure Island was done up for the 1939 doin's.
I'd been under the mistaken impression that it was set up in 1915 in conjunction with that.
Thanks for jogging my mind about that.
Neither. It's a Navajo girl on the Zone, the Exposition's midway. The Grand Canyon was the name of this exhibit and it took up five acres by the Santa Fe Railroad.
Fred Harvey, the restaurant entrepreneur, had a fine colection of Indian blankets and rugs for display and sale here.
He probably made a huge bag of money off the visitors.
We had a Harvey House here next to the Sandy Fay Depot, but it BURNED, BABY!
"Can we go eat now, Grandmother? I hear you've got a little big man. Tell me about him."The 101 Ranch was a wild west show. They paraded daily around the fairgrounds.
It's motorized anyway, you eedjit!
Tellers with the receipts from SF Day: $125,000 in admission receipts and $88,000 in concession sales. By closing day, December 4, over 18 million people had passed through the entrance gates.
But did they ever get to heaven?
None of Gypsy's relatives are in the next photo.Did they ever figure out that the Rock and Ice came back in time and snatched two grand?
They were desperate to go to the Himalayas and do this big climb, but they had not enough funds.
They were at the end of their rope.
It was Brown's scam, all the way, but it was Bonington's uncle who provided the means. He was just a social climber in the R&I, see.
"I've been a monkey's uncle all his life."the Rev never lies!
Who is the Monkey's Uncle?
I know that's not a photo of the Rock and Ice up there, but it's all I have that's close.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 19, 2015 - 04:20pm PT
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The photo of Chris Bonnington and Dougie Haston reminds me of a story Jane Teas once told me.
http://www.abebooks.com/Temple-Monkeys-Nepal-Teas-Jane/5946047532/bd
Yes, that Jane Teas...
She was hanging out in Yosemite for a while and we got to be friends. She told me about a time when she and Dougie's wife hiked up to Mt. Everest base camp so Dougie's wife, Anne, could see him. Dougie's wife, Anne, wore high heels and carried a parasol while she had porters to carry everything else. Jane who was studying temple monkeys in Nepal at the time thought it was a riot.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2015 - 06:33pm PT
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Chris Anthemum.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 19, 2015 - 06:41pm PT
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John Sears, Laguna Beach, 2012.
Ex Eternal Brotherhood of Love member. Stupid cops failed to examine the mules' cargo, which consisted of cannisters of BHO.
Though Sears told police his mules were more likely to be spooked by traffic coming from behind them, police believed walking against traffic to be unsafe and persuaded him to travel on Coast Highway’s southbound lanes to Ruby Street, where he was redirected to a less traveled parallel thoroughfare, Glenneyre Street. Sears and his mules traversed behind City Hall and into Laguna Canyon, where Beres said he was permitted to camp overnight on Tuesday.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 19, 2015 - 07:20pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 19, 2015 - 07:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 19, 2015 - 08:17pm PT
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Guy on the right, the shy one, is that who I think it is?
Bewkshelf Johnnie was a climber from Tweekton End.
His specialty was chossy routes up Canadian chosspiles.
He wrote a book about his adventures.
It's called The Librarian.
It's not in the SJV Library System catalog.
I wonder if you've seen a copy, Gypsy.
Back to the topic.
Welcome back to Crag Fry!
I hope that you will drop by.
I don't care if it's on the fly.
You can fill in for Mr. Gnome,
Who has a computer virus and flown
From where he was on up to Nome.
We like to roast weenies here at the campfire.
The Doctor formerly known as f is like a phoenix
arisen from the ashes of his own discontent.
It's the old canvas job over in the corner of the site.
It got hotter than heck in the day and steamy in there at night.
Not a good environment for cacti.
Ah, the Main Topic, in honor of our semi-prodigal campfire acanthochronologist.
He may be semi-tropical, too.
He is a prodigious wheel in the science of noodling around with needles.
We need more liberal guidelines that allow re-entry into certain cactus-free zones were once upon a short time ago,
like sixty years, the various species of spinies abounded.
Patches of cactus mixed in with spinnies of oak in the time of which I speak.
And the place GOT TORCHED on a semi-regular basis, promoting health in the environment instead of RAPING MOTHER NATURE!
Have I got your attention, LAND POLLUTERS?
But I should let an expert speak on the topic.
Laura Cunnningham's take on the California scene as it was before the Spanish Incursion, which is what happened when they brought seeds of oats into the new lands.
Mules are the problem. They like oats and can't just forage like the hardy burro.
Laura, you have the mike.
Oops! We have someone special sitting here in the shadows at the campfire.
He'd like to deliver a message to the MAN WITH THE SIX PACK.
Otay! That was unexpected...
Laura, dear. Here's the mike. It's not a big mike, no, but adequate.
That was really well done for ex tempore lecturing.
Thanks, Laura C. (Applause ripples.)
The gentleman in the shadows wanted this image painted by Laura included.
It's just a gentle reminder from him that not all fire is BAD,
That some do a HELL OF A LOT OF GOOD!
This is reminiscent of the Big Drag Fry of '74.
It burned for days in the hills north of Hayfork up north before it got noticed.
What's up with that is a plane went down in the boonies.
It didn't exactly burst in to FLAMES, but sat and smouldered in the damp.
THEN it got going after the sun came out and dried out most of the rain.
What do you think was loaded in that plane?
A. Weed bound for Weed?
B. The crew?
C. Both the above?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Ride that horse, Crag Fry!
All text from A State of Change.
As a courtesy to the limited space on our crowded front page,
I'm posting this story here in order not to lose it in the event of...whatever.
One of my first posts was a Hooblie Special.
Thanks, Mr. Hooblie.
First thread post.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1782746&msg=1782746#msg1782746
Agassiz Column Falls!
February 30, 2015
Mouse Frome Merced
Tard Climber
"The finger you lick
points at you, my friend..."
I was on my way to immortality.
Took the old Toppen woodies out for a run to Glacier Point.
It was a run, then walk, then run, then walk, doobie break, walk, stop for a water break and a pee, walk, walk, ski for half a mile, walk, jog, walk, ski down to the GP lot all the way from Washburn Point, then walk down to Union Point, lugging the nearly useless wooden cross. The poles worked out well, though, lots of help on the balancy sh#t.
I TOOK NO COMPASS, NO MAP, NO GUIDEBOOK.
I recalled thinking of Ram Dass' words while prepping for this run:
You are your own guru.
So, here I am, a picture of Jerry Coe in my new pack that I won in a Facelift raffle, with a half-rope only.
I'm hunting for the little-known obscurity called Agassiz Column. I have in mind an attempt at a solo FA. I got the camera and tripod.
I couldn't find a soul who was willing to put his reputation on the line with me to gain immortality by knocking off this virgin c o c k of a rock.
I got way more weight than a true adventurer like Honnold but less than than pack mule Jimmy Chin.
I think about another doob, but I figure a PBR is more better.
Lunch is done...two butterfingers, some Waverlys and jack cheese.
I lay the extras out and bring the tripod and camera, water and rope and a few biners. I take one old wired #4 Stopper for sillies and grins.
I know I won't get far. This is gonna be a project, no question. If no one else has been able to climb it, WTF will I be able to do? This is, at base, a farce, but a good excuse to take some pix to amaze all the guys on this site. So that's my motive for being here. I want to impress a bunch of puerile (and the female equivalent) old hacks and who knows who else is gonna be out there?
I almost fall a few times getting down the short distance from Union to the Column. But when I get to where it is supposed to be...
it's not there!
It pulled a Bob Dylan, I swear.
It has vanished in thin air.
I don't think anyone will care.
But I do.
The stump remains, and some fresh boulders lead downhill away from the stump, which is all of four feet high.
It seems it has toppled and following the laws of gravity has proceeded to clear a trail straight down the fall line.
Well! I sat and smoked that last doob, laughed my azz off, drank a beer, gathered my goodies and hiked back up to the gear, re-packed, and mostly ambled down to Southside Drive and over to the Lodge, where I took a nice dump, washed up in their SWEET RESTROOM, and un-froze my hands (poor circulation at age 66), chuckling over how that turd I just let loose looked EXACTLY LIKE AGASSIZ COLUMN!
Believe it or not! Pix--why bother?
Note to T Hocking, here.
I was wondering how long you've been hangin' out at the campfire.
Now I can sleep knowing I have some seniority.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 19, 2015 - 11:46pm PT
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wait a minute a # 4? I have to checkeslovakkian but that nut in it's straight sided old school form was á rarity ( maybe just back east, and only till '81 or so?)
Heavy front page indeed ![Click to View YouTube Video]
Kinda did our own fix to the box so I'm in less trouble here still no boo sum, but we kids threw water balloons around in the twenty below with wind chill on the hill,
Looking for good graces but that Boyd still waits in North Dakota!
Fly south
The sound of one hand ELCAPITAIN eklp ing!
Matterhorn!
The Ruth glaciers gorgeous, T R G G,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2015 - 02:42am PT
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Hail California Finale de l'eponymouse symphonie par Camille Saint-Saens.
[Click to View YouTube Video]The French prodigy with perfect pitch composed a symphony in honor of the host of the International Exposition.
This finale is a combination of The Star-Espangled Banner et La Marseillaise,
itself written and composed in 1792 by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle.
It is not the Alma K. Mater of U.C. Berkeley.
That's for zBrown to worry about, though.
It was last displayed publicly in 1915.
"Oooh la-la, Lola!"
"Henry C. Peterson was a big Swede who was a boatman the same as my father was.
He had a Peterson Launch and Tug Company....that was in business before the earthquake, from about the turn of the century.
About 1915, the Henry C. Peterson Company, Incorporated, was organized as a successor to Peterson Launch and Tug.
Henry C. Peterson had only a small in that company....
That was the company that was dominated by the Anglo Bank and the
Fleishhacker interests, and various and sundry people were active stockholders in it."
--from a contemporary of HCP
Dave Van Ronk/Pastures of Plenty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chQWunvvjSg
"Hail, it's Californy! What a [expletive deleted] crockershitt."
"There's the Battleship Oregon out the window, bub. If you'ns don't like it here, there's there."Oregon stuck around until the close of the International Exposition.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2015 - 03:08am PT
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You don't have to listen to this fluff...
It's just good music on the one, and Dorothea Lange on them both.[Click to View YouTube Video]
[Click to View YouTube Video]Blessed are the meek...
Stories from the Depression to warm old gypsy hearts on cold nights
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpfY8kh5lUw
Gypsy mentioned KPFA earlier.
A very good place to listen to a VARIETY!
It was not one of my personal raves, but I would have liked to listen to it on Randy's old stereo parked
up in the rafters of the warehouse on Fifth St. if it weren't for the fact that it was our "muzak" for
the same reason Tom used classical music up on Telly--background music creates amience.
This was all pre-Martha Stewart, Payne Stewart, and Stewie.
God knows I tried to keep that old dusty, cold warehouse building clean and attractive and ambient, but there was a huge roller door facing Fifth and it had one small "Judas" door (if that's the right term) that was heavy enough iron to really rock the roll-up screen.
Ka-blam...errr...err
It took a while to stop it's wavy motion and quiet down.
Made it hell on listening to the radio no matter what was on when it was really busy, like at the SECONDS BLOWOUTS.
Microdust from the past fell each time from the rafters, though it was unnoticed by others, I had to Hoover the floor daily and never bothered dusting much...pointless.
That microdust affected me and I constantly used decongestants. Five years plus of that plus smoking. Plus the general pollution of that part of town.
It's gentrified now and trees line the center of San Pablo Avenue. But there was a rendering plant for cowskins a block away and other sources of pollution like the highway, sure 'nuf I-80.
As for seconds and irregulars and clearance items, for the weekend blowouts starting at eight on Saturdays, roughly when we had stock to move, which was motive enough to spend the bucks on the Chron. About twice a year I'd have to scrounge a big weekend crew, up to eight one time. And we would bring Tom Applegate's register down for Saturday morning and the rush.
We'd advertise exactly about four days or five days ahead of the 'events,' and always in the same place--the Chronicle's Sporting Green. Whole-page ads for four days, but the telephone went daffy when folks saw the ads.
They wanted a certain-sized or colored item and we'd be glad to set one aside. I forgot how that worked out later, but at first it was just me and I was really into the whole thing...a new job, pretty much my own boss, but a weekender, if that, at best.
We respect Richard O. Moore and his creation, the first public-supported radio station in the country.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_O._Moore
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 20, 2015 - 07:22am PT
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As far as all the endpoints go, I'm inclining more toward a "your last post" complilation though I 'spose that someone else would have to do the compling if it's done here. Maybe Dr. Organick could pull it off using FORTRAN and some NSA files.
Oops, sorry, he's gone. RIP Doc.
To make it easier on the ST historian, I would like to recommend that you include the tag "MY LAST POST" in the text of your last post. You should include a hash coded numerical identifier based upon you ST "name" so that you can be validated.
While we're here, the appropriate retort to:
"you're history dude"?
"What, and you're not"?
EDIT:
It was pointed out to me that someone might inadvertently or unknowingly make his/her last post to the ST forum. This throws a new wrinkle into the scheme. I'll have to get back to ya on this one.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 20, 2015 - 07:24am PT
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Gypsy,
All your photography seems beautifully inspired. I hope you will post a bit more narrative sometimes, as it helps those like me who were not around back then, but who appreciate the historical color and flavor of this climbing tribe.
Thank you for hauling out the old photos and sharing them.
feralfae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 20, 2015 - 07:59am PT
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Menlo Place, Berkeley
2600 Block of Le Conte - 1910
In the wild, seeing the “eyes” of the tiger signifies death, because right before a tiger attacks, it turns its ears forward so that the spot on the back of each ear faces nearer its prey.
The “eye spots” on the back of tigers’ ears serve to confuse predators and reduce the risk of attack from behind. Hence, once someone sees these “eyes”, the tiger is about to attack. It means being ready for anything. Even for possible backstabs
The Eyes of the Badger likewise I'm sure.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 20, 2015 - 08:34am PT
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It was a toss up between "Bridges" and "Flames", but I was already here (sorry DMT). What is that device at :26 -> :28, a street light?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's Alright Ma, Only the eyes of the Tiger
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 20, 2015 - 10:02am PT
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Randy and I spent about three months in England in about 1973. We had met Brian Wyvil and Ben Campbell-Kelly in Yosemite. Mike White and Randy were on Half Dome and so were Ben and Brian (on different routes). They were caught in a bad storm. I think it was Bill Bonebrake who walked up to Half dome and shouted up to them (or down to them?) if they needed a rescue. They shouted back "no" that they would make it back down themselves. Brian told me later that he and Ben were comfortable playing "battleships".
We worked in Berkeley for about nine months. Me at Herrick Hospital and Randy at The North Face on Telegraph Ave. After we quit our jobs we had some money in the bank and so we decided to hitchhike across the U.S. and then fly from New York to London. I think Mouse and Dolores gave us a ride to the California border. (Correct me if I am wrong there, Mr. Mouse). And then we spent several days making our way across the U.S. via our thumb. Somewhere in Utah out on the highway, we got picked up by "Charlie Brown". He had been a climber in Yosemite at some point and I think was friends with Chuck Pratt. He invited us to camp on his land. He lived in a school bus somewhere in the mountains outside of Salt Lake. What a lovely night under the stars that was.
Anyway we finally arrived in New York City and made our way to the airport at about 2 a.m. Somehow I had imagined that it would be a bustling busy place. It was not. Quiet and deserted; but there was a man working at the Pan Am desk.
We approached and said "We want to go to England".
HIs reply was, "Do you have reservations?"
"No"
Well there was a flight leaving at ten the next morning and he booked us on it at a student fare. $220.00 round trip per person. Then he led us to a lounge, brought us blankets, magazines and sodas and said to make ourselves comfortable. Later when the last flight came in from Puerto Rico he brought us dinner.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 20, 2015 - 05:56pm PT
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TYou all are Sanna,
sanna
The name for the most awesome person ever. It is impossible to fit so much awesomeness into any one/other person.
awesome!
"Hi. What's your name?"
https://taiwandiscovery.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/mount-hua-华山-the-most-dangerous-hike-in-the-world/
Man I freed up a good verse but lost it all in my excitement, As always so much that paints scenes on the back wall of my mind and forces me to look up long lost memories.
zb this is the same place ?! , but there are 3 or 4 others like it incuding a Japanese one that I am not yet able to find.
Prickly pears for miles east of the megalopolises Rancho cuco munga now then it was
The lands not to be left turn burn to get to fine stone
NO LEFT TURN UN STONED ,the Shablet ofte Diabse often resets if I go all capzinyrazz
Try and sing it with me
Itsee bitsee spider ran ho Quo co manga, magma catholic Fire was all caught in its web.
It's ee bitsee Firesign was burning up the canyon the loath boys got hooked and never would be the sane,
Again,
It was to be all in in Reno just to watch him die. My buddy was Jonny Rothshot him in the eye.
As window men befriended me not osmic see it was too but Clean Dan, he wanted me to
ware a divers weights to hang in on Denver's windy gales it was a righot, offered and won
ritetious party all the time but He did not survive and took the setting Son way out followed
years later by his protégé Flyin in Vagas needed avigaxzz. Not main line starting up the nose?
The rain is in the plainz and best is in Shakerhieghts were my gold is from I am so lucky that that lottery I won
Do not go there but I just the last weak, sauce in politards village sack cloth shirt, (can't beat the auto correct on that one) and the
procreation Vs. Let's everybody's must get laid, why for do animals enjoy like women and men , I had tried to pose that like months ago
and better stone, is all under five ten an there is nothing wrong with that!!
any way it is keeping as not taught by nuns but by Buuhda auto correct sucks that is not how G.O.D. Spells Yhway God Budha nope not and I will correct that at least!
With The Golden Mean. Sadly wthzz Ben doing been ca't be led astray to read it again
So I push the save
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2015 - 07:39pm PT
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Sausalito News
July 4, 1914
INTREPID AVIATOR FLIES OVER MOUNT WHITNEY
Silas Christofferson Sets New Altitude Record of 15,728 Feet
Bishop.
Silas Christofferson successfully crossed the summit of Mt. Whitney, America's highest peak.
He topped the peak at an altitude of 15,728 feet on his second try, establishing by his great flight a new American record for altitude.
His time from leaving the valley and returning and attaining this altitude,
covering a distance for forty-five miles, was fifty-six minutes.
He left Lone Pine on his successful flight at 8:21, rounded the mountain at 9:05 and landed at 9:17.
This Christofferson was the pilot of the first SF to LA flight as well as pioneering aviation in Oregon.
Silas Christofferson
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=pv&GRid=19878062
Bouquet, Beachy, Christofferson
http://looking-for-mabel.webs.com/5aviators.htm
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 20, 2015 - 09:03pm PT
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Alternate history-makers.President Lincoln.
President McCarthy.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 20, 2015 - 11:45pm PT
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hey there say, gypsy... wow, great scanning job!
hey there to ferralfae... and all...
thanks mouse, mice stuff here in the ol' pics...
and--say, tobia... where are you... :)
would say, where are ya', as in regular talk-lingo, but it
sounds so rude, on type... :)
well, where you, meaning, there is lots of NEAT mule photos here...
hope you stop by to see them... check back a page, too... :)
happy good eve, all... just being busy, but things will toney down a bit, after this month...
just had lots of catching up, on house stuff here... :)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2015 - 01:49am PT
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The many many climbers, I have heard about and the one or two + that I knew well persons dear to many too have died on that choss pile, Kevin Bien! He was the greatest nee bee go read the "mayor of the Gunks Appreciation thread he was so much to so many here but to his sweety he was of course the entire world, when she came home with out Kevin it was worse for the climbing world than even to ins death no disrespect but Kevin was super safe all top rope since sizeures from a bad fall in '69?? I think oh please do not flame me on this it all always tears us up but I tell it true the world stopped when Tobin and Kevin died
Nee bees bless you!! Zb too,I know that it iz a painters dream of lite, white ,blue rocks mica reflect ing light and ice ,snow a peak of ultimate desire, it has kilt to many even a great lady climber for me to love that one peak among the thousands that I can look at that one I hate to look upon,
I told mouse and every one here back pages Why , such a personal share it would drive many a Man to despair and cause the unretreatable, climb, a step to oblivion, but my soul is missing a chip
No shame in it for me in the Tower of London to die there at an early age not that I hve not lived torturous medical procedures later in life some times it is nice to share un cryptically
Thanx mouse keep it between us please but bar that in '62 a plane blew up from dynamite its tail blowing off mid flight, and took a famous tailor who was flying I think to Kansas city??
Argh the Shablet has a freak out point and diaper what's been tapped down it is its cut and paste function that always lets me down and produces in me a ache, but looks a though I have a head injury, some contend I must
Ever been hit by lightning? That is a thread I should start - fishing for the Stanley Smigel
Who climbed Evry where but the ditch as far as I know, could never figure out why?
Seems that fair weather friends are the curse of you and I, I love real and true too easy and have been hurt so many times I now only have animal become human friends who I spoil till the cry uncle and the vet tells us no, none table scraps
Pancreatic attacks. From proteins, and fats, no more table srcaps for the unconditional love of my life she is fifteen!!
Tonight right now on the Telly a dog is being saved by CPR ohh my what a save!!
Aric, a doggy malidie a hart condition, in DOGZ! Have you ever seen the tv show
Whaddyado!
It is an up all night or up inthe wee hours show it is after four am here now, and they just keep playin fascinating stuff
Thirty chest compressions to two life breaths and like all cpr keep at it and pray!
The ARVC is the hart malady auto correct is a major pain in the but the Shablet share ugh!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 02:12am PT
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"That's no ordinary kitty...that's the most foul-tempered and nasty creature..."--Monty Python
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 02:35am PT
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This is a different Maureen from the one who married my climbing pard.
They had an epic together at the top of Royal Arches in the seventies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 02:42am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2015 - 04:38am PT
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Burst'Pipe
'too fuzzy in the cold the camera
says
"could not correct Image"
It does get a little easier the higher that you climb, this was far more hazordous than it might appear,. Each single finger pad, sized edge was coated with a thin veneer of ice.
It was -8 yes eight below zero without accounting for wind chill.'
Pray for me to STOP !
Toast, drink n' 'more, to my memory, name a climb after me
Over looking New York City on the Pallisades rising from the banks OfThe
Hudson River the home ofthe Gnome Ofthe Diabase
Speak of the passion of the climbers who left us in 2011 & 2014!
Say cheers and give a toast & Puff to
my name when the last rays of the sun are setting on a day of great sends
I desever some cheers as I was saved by rock and roll, climbing never did me in
Climb safe and prosper, it is the best nothing we can do!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 05:48am PT
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Let it rest.
RIP.
Let it be.
Can't you see?
We have all been here before.
With you Big Jim could mop the floor.
And this is not Bitch Central, as I interjected.
The places you mention are protected.
From the likes of them who can and them who rant.
Who are we to believe?
This is NOT the place to create dissent, unrest, and clamor.
It is a bower, not a bastion.
We are not at war.
Especially with iconic names.
Come to an Oakdale Fest without a mask
Introduce yourself and take "them" to task.
But don't do it here in my sandbox-not-a-soapbox.
I get to rant, not you.
I'm the decider.
I have spoken.
Thank you for listening.
Also, thanks for sharing the passion.
But I'm just too fawk'n tired and have no fight left in me.
Moderate, Goderate. Sheesh!
This has nothing to do with anything just said.It's just a nice old photo from my favorite resident of Foresta, Miss Sargent.
Just like this one.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 21, 2015 - 06:01am PT
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Randy's dad was a combat correspondent during World War II and later a professional photographer. He was in Hiroshima about two or three days after the bomb. I never met him as he died at age 45 of cancer when Randy was 18.
This is one of his photographs. I thought you would like it Mouse since you seem to like old photographs. And even though it is in The Flames thread, it doesn't seem too inflammatory.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 06:21am PT
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It's da bomb, Gypsy!
Tanks!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2015 - 07:57am PT
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Sorry sir I am so sorry to have used the flames as my palate over night,
Trying to fight the good fight with the Shablet I had hoped to move it out here before even you saw it!
but pipes burst
life sucks and this had, as it should,had to take a back seat
I am out of towels and the shut off is frozen under two feet of snow
Ignor the holy boulders rant every one
I will take it down !
I will soon as I can copy it by hand to Daddy'O's note book!
Anyone else use books of paper?
Why, why, why
Nancy Carrigan cry!! After Jeff Tooley smacked her in the knee with a pipe.
And big Jim is like my uncle Hans or grandpa Fritz, not to worry his sense of humor stil, well six years ago was tolerant of puney me
I have a call !!
Let's bastardized it though
Grockenhasseblad!!
It is a special
A sandwich at Charlie's deli? I don't think so!
Strange guide book referance ment to insult the father of fee climbing FEE or a pitence to
offset the threat that big Jim presented
That was Mohonk '61 or '62, then it became a preserve
Big Jim has no sense of humor about that I know !
Oh no I'm still raving mad and the pipe the pipes are calling
Me impercuneum, will bang a gong befor a bong although
I am clearly out of my mind now!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 10:36am PT
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pipes are froze
I'm all a-doze
don't freeze yer toes
yeh, you got woes
good luck widdat shuddoff
don't be thinkin' schmirnoff
it's a ridiculous 52 here
it's all overcast uncleare here
Doc Plummsit.
My jury duty is done for another year...the guy plead to a lesser charge and they sent us home without even seating us.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 21, 2015 - 12:37pm PT
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Temperatures are cccccccccold here in the Blue Ridge. I would rather be hiking in the rain in merry ol' england again...or better yet lost in the maquis of Corsica...
The brown thrasher is a migrating bird and the state bird of Georgia. I never see them in my garden except in the summer. Looking out my window today, there was a brown thrasher sitting on the bird bath. One very confused bird I would say. Or perhaps he wanted to go ice skating on the water in the birdbath. Dunno..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/4519627764/in/photostream/
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2015 - 01:03pm PT
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!Gee gnome, ice climbing using only hands and feet. Where do we send the news vans?
Gotta watch the slippery stuff, this guy went postal on it. Maybe they'll just Skype ya.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2015 - 01:19pm PT
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You will love this one my kids got me a subscription to a rag and it never comes Can you C I need to keep
My anonymity cause I'm known for going postal.
if I can track my mags down I might try and make a stink
The best description of me came from Yabo who said if you ever get to full size that guy is gonna be in real trouble,
He was explaining not who he was but why he came up on the end of my line like a big Blue Marlin as opposed to the rainbow trout I was expecting, he said I laid the fvcker out in front of the girls he was flexing for instead of belaying you when you started hanging off the anchor I thought he was gonna drop YA!,
(I was goofing around celebrating the send) I thought he was gonna drop Me too!
What is the whole green dragon,> Mr Natural >Point beyond>Cosmic Comedy to the top three pitches called? That is what we did.
As I read it the apron and rockfall help keep smokin duck's employees very busy??
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2015 - 07:14pm PT
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Anjuna Market in Goa 1975
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 08:21pm PT
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Life is precious.
Is it wise to risk it?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtbzvn0umEo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJfHnLHUhdA
All this swearing and violence on TV has sent me over the [expletive deleted] brink.
And the lyin'. Don't forget the lyin'.
aH HuMPBuG!
It’d take too many hours
Too many ice cold showers
To take away the pain
In the end I’d still be retchin’
Over truth that they be stretchin’
Cable news is so darn vain
They seldom take the middle
They’re biased just a little
And stupid in the main
With the lies that they are spreadin’
You’d think that we are headin’
As a species down the drain.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 09:23pm PT
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With out the possibility of death there is no adventure.
--Words to that effect from Reinhold Messner.
Adventure has dumbed down
It’s sad to see things like Big Mike and Sandra’s epic on Sunnyside Bench.
It’s even sadder to see the lame attempt which I made on Boxing Day in 2013 with my niece.
The route-finding there is the main problem, the descent is the adventure.
On easy routes there are lots of roots, trees, boulders, some worn hummocks and really greasy holds and WAY TOO MUCH CHALK, but that’s understandable IF chalk really combats grease, which I don’t think it does.
I might talc about chalk later in a rant somewhere but this is about how not to cheat yourself of the possibility of adventure on your next climb.
First of all, choose a route you’ve never been on before. This should be obvious and it has unlimited potential.
Second, don’t choose a route which has a lot of high numbers. Why? You want to spend all morning on one little sequence or do you want to get up the thing? And you may be glad because there are only so many daylight hours.
Which brings us to the fun stuff. When did you last replace the battery in your headlamp? Or do you remember? If you don’t remember, then by all means toss the thing into the ruck. Rely on your native luck.
Do you have a head band? You should. They are cool as f*#k [expletive deleted]and if you take pictures even on easy climbing you’ll probably look better in the shots. Helmets are basically anti-adventure.
Plan on getting off the climb in just a few hours. This works better if you are a week-ender. There are more excuses for screwing up and no one will expect any better showing from a WEEK-ENDER.
This will mean going with minimal water, no sweater or wind-breaker, and no tennies for approach and descent.
Take just one rope.
Take a large rack, of course.
You bought it, use it as much as you can.
The more pro you stick in the more time it takes and the more your chances for adventure increase.
NO GUIDE BOOK! De rigeur.
NO CELL PHONE! Sheesh [expletive deleted] Criminy!
GO-PRO if ya got one and if ya never used it before.
Leave some food in the back seat of the car for luck.
Have a good time.
Cheers, berg heil, and don’t forget the bum-wad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2015 - 11:57pm PT
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Adventuresome duo.Ready for adventure.
No helmets need apply.
Do it all on the fly.
Charge ahead you'll find the way;
If not there'll be another day.
Fail to plan or plan to fail,
Let's just do it!
Oh, no! It's hail!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 03:21am PT
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Why homeless Britons are turning to the Sikh community for food
http://www.bbc.com/news/blogs-magazine-monitor-31557192
Article on line and passed on to me by a Sikh friend of one of my cousin's daughters.
And my story about an encounter at the library.
On the way home from the county jury selection process a few days ago, I stopped into the county library.
I had not been into the place in quite a while as the card they gave me was stolen along with my wallet last summer.
It was not a top priority to replace it.
However, I really wanted some books on the International Exposition from 1915.
The computer catalog listed several located in the Stoddard Room, which houses Californiana and some of the older and better-known California authors' first editions.
There were none of the ones I needed to look at on the shelves.
I took my problem to the circulation desk and spoke with a woman about twenty-five years or so younger than I.
It turns out that Sheryl knew me well enough through my wife Liz to let me go ahead and waive the California ID business.
She issued me a new card with a key-chain dealibob and now I can check out books again.
She had to charge me one dollar out of the two that were due in fines, however.
What nerve!
She remembered Liz fondly because they hung out with the local bikers.
Sheryl came to our wedding! I didn't know her, nor did I know her and Liz's biker buddies.
But it was like always, with Mama Liz, she had befriended Sheryl back then and had given her much thoughtful advice and helped her out a few times in sticky situations.
It's just amazing how little acts of kindness and thoughtfulness now come back on you years and years later.
So we can thank Sheryl and Liz for the sequence of images from the Exposition and the rest: of the Solomons, the last century's notable events, etc. that have appeared here in the last few days.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 22, 2015 - 04:09am PT
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The stink in small rock hell tells me my rant
Was needed and justified, the remains of a burst pipe and the timing !
Man it went down so strange as this time yesterday day this whiny BIOTCH
Was sitting on me
Why
I cannot say
My , I have spider sense it has saved many things and people
SPIDEE Sense, not crazy
Meditate on that!
More to the point
People have died when I ignore a very specific feeling
Bad things at shows were an early learning program
Years go by
Tons of times
to prove me right is hard but not
Impossible
Nuff said!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 04:20am PT
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I need to post these two images from the art thread.
They are each rather disturbing in some vague way.
Share the joy, share the vaguely disturbing, I always say.
No offense to either Alison or to neebee.
I feel better now.
These two and the other 20th C. B&Ws earlier are from
Through Our Eyes: The 20th Century as seen by the San Francisco Chronicle.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 06:54am PT
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Bang Zoom
Meet the Chula Vista woman chosen as a finalist to go to Mars... and never come back
http://www.utsandiego.com/news/2015/feb/17/chula-vista-woman-finalist-mars-colony-mission/
However, there are a few challenges, not the least of which is that there may not be enough donuts to go around.
Crew starvation
Crew caloric consumption requirement is greater than calories available within food store
Crew dehydration
Crew water requirement is greater than potable water available within potable water store
Crew hypoxia
Partial pressure of oxygen within crew environment is less than 15.168kPa13
Crew CO2 poisoning
Partial pressure of carbon dioxide within crew environment is greater than 0.482kPa (0.07psi)13
Cabin underpressure condition
Total cabin pressure is less than 20.7kPa (3psi)13
High Fire Risk
Molar fraction of oxygen within crew environment exceeds 30%14
Table 2: Failure conditions employed within the Habitation Module
35 page study results here:
http://web.mit.edu/sydneydo/Public/Mars%20One%20Feasibility%20Analysis%20IAC14.pdf
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 07:03am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 07:16am PT
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Climbing content-wise, Olympus Mons, on Mars, is the largest and highest mountain in the visible Universe. Rumoured to be much higher than Mt. Everest. {The central edifice stands 21 kilometers (around 13.05 miles/approx. 68897 ft) high above the mean surface level of Mars.}
OT (and not), just who is your favorite Martian. Also, I wonder how many sherpas made it onto the final 100 list.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 22, 2015 - 07:59am PT
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Snelling & Snelling
And a big book seller the name will come to me it began with a B. . Also a 'twin' Damn I cant even remember . . .?baker & Baker??
This is going to bug me now
So later in a bit, I'll try to get back! To YA
Dunn & Bradstreet!!
Man still
I was sixteen it was a system, they offerd jobs to students
In youth literary mags, and then it went down hill fast I ended up running a video rewinding
'Desk' in a warehouses!
I have to go be Daddy'O's and shovel snows!
Screw the snow let it lie . .
That comment got me to thinking which led to a
Head ache, !
How many days in the Ditch? Consecutive summers, days in the vicinity,
non extended 12 day stands ?
What happened to my '71 impala?
I've pointed out I don't talk to the family much, when was that trip?
hey what year was it with the family unit?
We took an RV that the grace company gave dad for the summer a winabago
They spent a lot of wine down time, the folks Did,
Dad scraped the door shut on the winding 101?
Which was fun . . I got to use the escape hatch the rest of that summer!
I went to look for the bicentennial sweater that is a treasure it was not '76 it was from '85?!
This means that what? The trip with my folks is memorable but it seems I'm all akimbo
Ferkoktta too!
Hertz we try hader! The RV was a perk the trip was rough on us kidz
at each other
and me
Biddy biddy bom! Anatefca .All day long!
sun rise..,, ,sunset. , (the way the came out, No post work)
I was small then too it was when I was able to sing the entire score(every song and line)
Of fiddler on the roof! So working backwards that must have been seventy two?
Where did I spend the bicentennial ? If not in the valley why do I remember it as being so?
Just a bit over a year all totals, at most, damn no wonder I'm such a whiney BIOTCH !
Never got enough time in the Big ditch
, I'm depressed!
Hey, no more whining we said!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 08:06am PT
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Julie, not as tall as Mt. Everest, but very tall nonetheless. No mons jokes, puleeeze.
Chatanooga Choo Choo! You probably recognize this guy by his hat.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
'Visas will not be issued to people with hair like beetle'
– Sign at the Afghan consulate in Mashad (East Iran) in the nineteen seventies
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 08:44am PT
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But later things changed.I got myself and the dog a cut using my new ST Visa Card.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 10:13am PT
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I wonder why I didn't get one of those cards? Is it accepted on th Hippie Trail?
Remember when Leary was in the Grateful Dead?
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 22, 2015 - 10:18am PT
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We sometimes had signs that said "Anywhere out of here"...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 22, 2015 - 10:47am PT
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I can R me A. m ember the liquid ratio but inot can re a member not a thing
Nothing!
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 22, 2015 - 11:06am PT
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I know where we were on July 4, 1976. At Patty and Malcolm McGregor's at Sunrise Mountain Ranch on Agua Fria Road outside of Mariposa. I know this because our new baby was just a few weeks old when we hitchhiked over from Santa Cruz.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 11:17am PT
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Skeeter! Kentucky gal.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skeeter_Davis
http://www.cmt.com/artists/skeeter-davis/
It's funny how two articles will disagree critically.
[quote]Say there, hey, Mr. Dingus.
Nice of ya to try and ring us.
We're all fine and doin' swell.
Really ain't much more to tell.
Burma Shave.[quote]
[Click to View YouTube Video]Gypsy,
I am reminded of the signadura who called you over from her fortune-telling shack in Planada on the opposite side of the road and proceeded to do her thing with the oil and the water in a bowl to show you your futures.
(She was not exactly Corsican, living in Planada.)
And when she delivered her prognostication, that you were pretending to like one another, and that the child would be nothing but a burden for you two, you both laughed, gave HER the evil eye, and headed back to the other side of Highway 140.
HAHA! Fooled that old gal!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 12:06pm PT
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Say Gypsy, did you ever make it to the Shetland islands?
My grandpa lived there.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2015 - 01:08pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... not to worry... as to bunny...
from what i learned, he was a sweet rabbit and had a long life, by his owner, though he died, finally, through old age, :(
the owner is yes, sad... but we hoped to help him feel better, and:
after she surprised her friend with this, she knew she had done well...
sweet pets, so innocent, yes... wish life was full of such
gentle friendships, the world over, in human form, as well as critter form...
:)
good thoughts for the day... and all from a little bunny, whose job
on earth is now... done... oh my...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2015 - 01:15pm PT
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hey there say, gypsy... wow, what a wonderful and sweet share, there, as to the 'being born to parents like you'...
:)
thank you for sharing so many thoughtful things...
and memories...
i have so many treasured memories, from south texas, but, they did not lead to where a young mommy hoped, in life, so they are packed away for in case of use, for whatever, someday...
but i made that trail, the best success that i could, and had to forge
a new one...
now, i am making NEW ones, i reckon... :)
wow, fun to visit here and see such a variety, of life...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 22, 2015 - 01:39pm PT
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As a kid I remember going by Agua Fria Rd. thinking that meant fried water
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 01:56pm PT
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I thought it meant free water, as in here's your free water now go back home.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 22, 2015 - 02:02pm PT
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No it meant fire water as much was consumed there by members and non-members of The Flames.
No Zbrown, we only made it as far north as the Cairngorms in Scotland so we did not go as far north as the Shetlands.
all four of my grandparents were born in the Azores Islands.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 03:47pm PT
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Ahh ... Flores, I got it now.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2015 - 04:27pm PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 22, 2015 - 05:44pm PT
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zb, IT"S A WONDERMENT!! <" WOULDA' RATHER GONE FROG GIGGING" !!
"Before, during an' after - almost ruined it"
WHAT A HILLSIDE !!
POST # 6401 !!
It took ten min. to get that right!
Argh Shablet !
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 06:01pm PT
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The world ain't fair to thinkers, Charlie Pitts.
Never give a stink-up man an even break, m'dear.
Fercockta shablet! [Expletive deletion not cessenary.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2015 - 06:24pm PT
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Vincent's eldest, Evi, on the museum's old upright.It's the first time anyone's ever sat down and seriously played this old thing while I've been there. It was a very nice concert, ending with Tantum Ergo, the Latin language benediction hymn.
Meanwhile, the cyclists still circled the courthouse in a clockwise direction.
I've come to this conclusion on bike races that don't have lots of spectators...it's like watching paint dry.
The finale of today's races was a humdinger of a race, with one group of six breaking away and that was that, but some efforts were made by followers to bridge the gap, to no avail. It was an exciting day, all in all.
I spoke with Elks.
I spoke with the homeless.
I spoke with proud moms.
I spoke with a piano player.
I spoke with a bicycle.
I spoke with wild sparrows (I think).
Wheel see you tomorrow with more pix from today's action.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 23, 2015 - 07:13am PT
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Good morning to you Gnome and all...
will have to watch that. looks interesting...
Meanwhile somewhere in North Wales (Snowdonia) circa 1973
So we were hitchhiking to Scotland from North Wales. The photo depicts the "border" crossing and we were standing on the side of the road waiting for a ride. It was evening and we were hungry. We saw a village nearby and so we crossed the road and walked into the village looking for a store or a café. Everything was closed and there were no restaurants or cafés in the village. There was a pub though and a group of locals were standing outside chatting. We stopped and said hello and asked if there was anywhere we could get a meal. One of the men standing outside said "Just a moment" and he went into the pub. Shortly he returned and he said "she can manage some tomato and cheese sandwiches." We said that was great. We were led upstairs to a sitting room with a fire in the hearth. A woman came in with a tray of sandwiches and a big pot of hot tea. We had the room to ourselves and we enjoyed our dinner by the fire immensely. I think it cost us all of about 50 pence a piece.
We wandered back to the road and got a ride to a campsite near a loch. In the morning we continued to hitch and that is when we met Bugs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2015 - 08:24am PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 23, 2015 - 09:34am PT
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Hi Gypsy,
Thank you for continuing to post photos and narratives and stories. I am enjoying your contributions! Great glimpses of history. Between you and Mouse, with all the historic postings from each of you, the continuity here is stronger and more colorful.
Thank you.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 02:10pm PT
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I quit my job of eighteen years last week and I hope I never have to"work" in a kitchen anymore. Posted 2/22/15.
WAYNO A FREE MAN!
It may have gone unnoticed in the Food Porn thread or maybe no one else cares
but
Be there a man with appetite so dead
That never to himself has said
This is my own, my native cuisine--
It should not be part of some terrible 'scene'
In which the foodies make such a big deal
And serve us bullshit with every meal?
At the COR gathering in June.
"There's a bowl of soup in my fly!"--The Great Flydini
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 03:59pm PT
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Badgers Away![Click to View YouTube Video]
As to food topics, there's a nice presentation of salmon from a dishwasher in Tom's recipe file!
Yumpin' yumminy!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 04:43pm PT
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cardboard signs in England are all the rage...1980
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 04:44pm PT
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Peggy Lou could get rides much faster...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 04:54pm PT
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Comrade!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 04:56pm PT
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Good morning Grindelwald. The Eiger is up there in the mist...
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 05:00pm PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 05:01pm PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 05:07pm PT
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Swedish climbers....spot the American
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 05:56pm PT
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You guys sleigh me![Click to View YouTube Video]
That stack of photos is like Christmas, Halloween, and the Grammies all in one, Throwpie!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Edit to the Gnome's query regarding Shelton's Brothers of Freak:
Getting through times of no money is easier than getting through times of no brass.
No, that makes no cents...whatever, we get the idea.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:01pm PT
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It is easier to get by in times of no money with 'Grass' than it is to get by with no'Grass' and some money.... Free Wheeling Frank 1973??
That's not right as a quote from the Freak brothers but I was like close to eleven years old so what do I know???
I know this zb ....
GRASS ! GAS ! OR , AZZ , ?NOBODY RIDES FOR FREE !!!
Do you no the fabulous Freak Brothers ??Or the proper Quote??
FINGER MARIE !! INDEED, . . . Gingry? I'm bad and iam sixteen!!forever!!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:11pm PT
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Badger Faux Gras, purportedly goes well with Cognac.
Fifth Wheel?
I do not recall where that phrase originated. I think I first saw it on a bumper sticker. Noon balloon to Ragnoon, eh?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:19pm PT
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Heaven forbid. The Flames still accepting applications?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:25pm PT
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Looking out the window this a.m., it was hard to decide whether it had truly rained or if it only drizzled.
It turned out it did not rain, and my hopes for this month just fizzled.
I canna wait for the draught of March,
So let us go pillage the English.
--the Laird of Yore
That last page was LIKE the DeLuxe Quarter-Pounder, or Le Royale avec fromage of the entire Flame-broiled history of this thread.
What would Woody say?
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:28pm PT
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For some reason, long ago, I saved this sign...it says yosemite on the other side.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:43pm PT
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Four paws don't make one right.--MFM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:49pm PT
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Dr. Seuss, sit the f*#k down,
You medical clown.
Can't you tell yet
That Dylan is set
On tellin' the truth
In the re-cordin' booth.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2015 - 06:53pm PT
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New Seuss book found in the garage, to be released in the summer.
Speakin' o Phreaks
Eniac hell, Wozniak
John C. "Cap'n Crunch" Draper, recent
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 23, 2015 - 07:07pm PT
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STOP DROP AND ROLL
Can some one Post a picture of my Crush over on her latest thread
Don't miss Lynnie, announcement ,
Don't Touch Blasting Caps!
so many memories from my life were put in a box that then floated up to the ceiling
When the basement,where that the box was languishing, was flooded not once but twice!!
Three thing tonight would have fit perfectly
1) Those two P.S.A. Posters the Blasting Caps one had a tow headed boy blowing himself up!
and the Stop Drop and roll, kind of a phat stick figure thingy, I am reduced to the Shablet so no pics.
2)My Freak Brothers comics and goofy pictures of the Fury brats that we were, playing those roles to the max, in North Conway New Hemp shire, One of us, was a full '70s Afro wearing white dude in a rugby shirt and painters pants stuffing a mailbox with 'Contraband.
(Another Looking like Ham bone, did you guys call him that?)
3) Go rock a climber shirt and it's motivational source the red Go Climb A Rock tee shirt .
Plus other old seventies valley stuff.
I think that I was in the valley with my family for July fourth 1976 the bicentennial and had all sorts of handed out memrobialia. Any one else got those pics?
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 23, 2015 - 07:18pm PT
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Love all the signs...
So after returning to England from the Alps via a wild crazy long car ride through Switzerland and France with a group of English climbers and one Australian we had met in Chamonix, we returned to Brian's place in Bradford to pick up the stuff we had left behind. Said goodbye to our friends in North Wales and then hitched back to London to Heath Row to catch a flight to California. We didn't have reservations of course; but our ticket was open ended and we didn't have much trouble getting a plane for the next morning. Our experience spending the night on the chairs of the Pan Am lounge of Heath Row was a bit different than New York; but we managed to get through the night with a minimum of hassle. We didn't sleep much as the airport was pretty busy. In the morning, our flight was delayed. Then delayed some more. Finally we boarded. Then were told we all needed to get off; but we could have lunch courtesy of the airlines. So never one to pass up a free meal, we ate our lunch and waited and waited. Finally the announcement came that our flight was canceled but the airlines would put us up in the Heath Row Hotel for the night, feed us dinner, and then shuttle us back to the airport in the morning after breakfast for another flight. We were allowed to grab our checked luggage if we wanted. While we were standing there waiting for our rucksacks, we struck up a conversation with a man standing next to us. Jules Eichorn. (Yes, that Jules Eichorn). He was just returning from having climbed Mt. Kilamanjaro. So we were able to have dinner with he and his wife. Most people on the plane were loudly complaining about the delay as they HAD TO BE AT WORK THE NEXT DAY AND SOMEONE WAS MEETING THEM AT THE AIRPORT ETC. But Randy and I were just enjoyine every moment of our free meals, a warm comfortable bed, hot showers, etc.
On the plane, it was announced that even though we were in economy class, we were all to be treated as first class. Which meant of course unlimited drinks. Very nice to fly over Greenland, looking out the window with a brandy in one hand, a camera in the other and chatting with Jules about possible routes down there on that icy landscape.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2015 - 07:31pm PT
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Keep on Rockin' in The Free World
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 23, 2015 - 07:34pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 23, 2015 - 08:54pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2015 - 12:33am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Leave me standing here with my thumb off/out/up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Nah, nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah, nah.
[Click to View YouTube Video]YOU PASSED ME BY?
WTF?!
I'm still standin'.
Yer the one with a thumb up yer butt.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 24, 2015 - 03:26am PT
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The way this came out on paper was Art in itself let's see how it translates to modern Shablet screen,
edit
wasn't so good so i came back to try and add the tunes . What should I do about Dylan and Hendrix together'
Hair?? Fresh Pictures??
.... ???
Tom Waits, hat held to chest in respect [Click to View YouTube Video]
Some bearded guy with a hitch in' sign going to nowhere
Just down that road[Click to View YouTube Video]
J Hendrix
and his hair
[Click to View YouTube Video]
all akimbo tangled in hair gals hand
Insane eyed and insanely ripped Iggy Pop then
Heavy metal cartoonized, Iggy in sepia hue,
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Empty sign frames and empty places at cross roads
Also empty by extension...
A Sricktly hid stickeron an avoid island street sign
Where no island residez a just a T in the road with more hand drawn signs
Some one feed the child in the element shirt, something other than worms and dirt
A parking lot pop up farmers market on the road from a vantage we know
A pigeon on an antenna tech from the past
A yellow![Click to View YouTube Video] headed song bird on a wire
Zbrown's chickadee is hot but I am into yellow headed song birds hot or not
A Prine Quote put under a magnifying glass,
Followed by
two well crafted songs
professing love for some roads
Ending with STARZ rag Don't Pass Me By at the Ryman
Which just happens to shadow my last road trip to
Catch Levon Helm, at that laudable venue
Then look it iz survival a fair share and welcome
HELLO!!
hello in there hello
, beatles he help,
Gotta go t' cook the kids eggs
It is, like, twenty below!
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Feb 24, 2015 - 03:35am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2015 - 05:28am PT
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Crypt tick is the word, Survival Bird.
Fear of death not a problem.
Touch my heart in it's darkest part.
That's pitch one, and it's just the start.
They don't teach that in cat lick schools.
Calling them "They" sets one apart.
Their "there" in the sky is smoky with incense.
Tantum ergo can one understand clearly what we were wondering "here" on earth.
WTF indeed, my son.
WTF cares if you genuflect and tele all your life if you won't bother to reach out a hand, tell someone you care, praise someone for their being themselves in the face of overwhelming hordes of penguins threatening torture by the foot, by the rosary bead, by the liturgical calendar.
Nobody, that's who. Except maybe Woody Woodpecker, that cuckoo.
It's like we are being preached at by a man of the cloth who roams the diocese giving "missions"--a whole week of being preached to in the evenings and told we are maybe doing it wrong.
I used to resent this type of proselytizing because it took away from my homework time and made it more difficult to achieve in shul.
The cat licks, the dog barks, and the caravan moves on.
The man telling us we were sinners drives off in his Oldsmobile paid for by his family.
The nuns cross themselves, having been double-crossed by families who seek to gain entry to heaven by donating a daughter to Jesus' harem.
If one is going to have children, why give away such precious gifts to save your own soul?
Is it because you have "earned" a living by questionable practices, avoidance of ethics, taking advantage of a down-and-out,
People give alms the same way, many times, when the real "merit" is simply feeling good that you have it to give. If you give of your own substance you give of yourself and do it without reluctance.
"What is 'pelf,' class? Can anyone tell me? Roger Thatt, over in the corner, your hand is raised. Do you know?"
"Yes, Sister Chlamydia Mary, it's money gained in a dishonest or dishonorable way."
"I have a gold star for you, my boy!"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
We were never graced with being able to listen to this glorious, wunnaful version of Thomas Aquinas' hymn by Most Art.
Strike one, Sisters of the Holy Names of Jesus, Joseph, and Mary and Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, that's strike two, but the men of the Society of Jesus, you need to hit the Holy Water Showers, especially.
You cheated us by treating Amadeus as a Protesting Heretical Pianist. Shame!
Feed them worms, feed them terms, and don't bother to explain much.
Get them to think and act like their parents and never let the world evolve.
Spew, spew, spew.
Benedicamus, donini.
Blown to hell by blasting cats who lick their balls in parochial halls. (All I wanna do is act naturally.)
No more Ringo today, please, Mother Superior! Puh-leeze?
Fight comunisti, not Catholicas.
http://www.weirdworm.com/7-insane-weapons-that-were-actually-used-in-combat/
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 24, 2015 - 05:31am PT
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edit: No Mr Mouse, I think this is The Right Eliminate in the Peaks.
Randy had met John Hancock in the Lakes district. John had a flat in Matlock Bath and we stayed there quite a lot. He and John had done Kipling's Groove in the Lakes. So named because it was "ruddy 'ard".
I am pretty sure he did Cenotaph Corner but I might not have any photos of that. We traveled to Europe without a camera and everyone there thought we were a little nuts. So one day we hitched to Leeds and bought a little Rollei. I knew nothing about photography (still don't) and Randy insisted on buying slide film. It was expensive so I didn't take very many photos. And then the camera was washed out to sea one day after we were living in Santa Cruz.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2015 - 05:39am PT
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^^^Cenotaph Corner?
Poets' Corner?
Changing Corners for Open Books?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2015 - 06:06am PT
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Moosie gets indoctrinated some more by Brother Savage.
It's like having to listen to the priest at the mission:
Spent all day climbing and now we gotta listen to more of it!
Ay, caramba!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2015 - 06:16am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katzenjammer_%28band%29
Mother Superior
In the clockwork, in the clockwork
Time is never at ease
A frantic sensation
Is hammering nails in your spine
Multiple fractions
And muscle contractions will tear
Your mind into shreds, cutting your threads
Till you regret you were born
Take my hands into yours
Dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours
Before Mother Superior's home
Monsieur, monsieur
You look like the saint in my dreams
Igniting this flame
And carving my name next to yours
This urban decline is
Leaving it's sign 'round my neck
Pulling the noose, tells me I'll lose
So there's nothing to save
Take my hands into yours
Dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours
Before Mother Superior's home
I'm sober, I'm sober
But I wish I was not
A gentle diversion or
A touch of divine I could use
The curtains are closed
But I still feel exposed to the world
I'm wishing away somewhere astray
Are you still listening?
Take my hands into yours
Dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours
Before Mother Superior's home
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, before
Mother Superior's home
Before Mother Superior's home
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 24, 2015 - 06:36am PT
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Katzen jammer you say?
Did I dream it ?
or did you pass judgement on zrzatS (dislexic at bes)t
No Mheh music on the flamez Keeping it. . . Best ?(not a dab no bad drummers?)
Not that Ive read or digested Post # 6441!
Two things,
Real woeman do not shave them pitz
and
are never owned buy, or stick thingz in their foreheads
Some do wear dreads where ever they form! ( Kristen Bell in Cher's movie Burlesque)
There is a funny line not in this video, that goes;
Why are you angry?
answer;She said I looked like a Drag Queen,
response; Oh please It can't be the 1st time!
[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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Feb 24, 2015 - 07:09am PT
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C'mon G'nome.
Get off your Chrome horse and stop being such a diplomat.
You is where you is and you're not where it's at by generalizin'.
Preference box, poor box,
They all should be wearin' painters' smocks.
All women, all men,
All say what.
Amen.
Amen.
Where it's only 37 degrees on the ground, it's colder up on the rooftops.
Frosty morning Merced-side.
We realize that we are just window dressing for Gypsy's magic show, right?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 24, 2015 - 07:12am PT
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Ya beatin' me down bu um[Click to View YouTube Video]hows that one or this[Click to View YouTube Video] now it was hard to pick but i have always loved the Chivalrous
act...he throws down his coat, (not his coat) and she goes Pfft into the hole.
Sharkey, Starky, 'moken coughin' nails but he izz gonna out live paul me thinks
oh well
I played in the deep end again,
them zz is / are still all about the numbers they send or sent that is a waste
imminent luminescence.
Kinda semi
but yes that girl gypsy got the
eye! . ,..iree!
which leads to a work in not any progress so
I throw it out
an unconsolidated, ice, soil,& rock at the top not enough moss,to get purchase!
I almost got the chop.
only it would seem when I wrote it all the best way , Did only McKnight see it that Night?
darn tooten Malarkey!!
It would seem that the beauty that lies or' the valley gets into young peoples eyes
there it sits meditating, Marinating and given the chance it colors how we see all
The rest of or lives
For some it is the best thing of all. . . that ability to see
really see it all . . . I think it is actually flippedand also ripped from this site somwhere there are many
thnx to whom ever? actually Ryhmes with Italy.
But back to the being a Massagenast pig, no that isn't even funny
Sexist Misogynist Pig! (apologeezz)
i am watching Burlesque, with my sweetz in bed it is the coldest day yet
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 24, 2015 - 08:06am PT
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Coming soon to Lake Merced (Upper? Lower?) Golf
Mission Statement
The mission of Lake Merced Golf Club is to provide a comfortable, friendly place for members to relax, to enjoy each other’s company, to play golf and tennis, and to participate in social activities.
The Club encourages a diverse membership with mutual respect for individual member values and preferences.
The Club is dedicated to providing excellence in its facilities and services for the enjoyment of its members and guests.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 24, 2015 - 08:14am PT
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Oxnard. Misplaced signage?. "No Parking" might have been moreappropriate.
L.A. Times cost cutting move?
Witness the crash? Please email joseph.serna@latimes.com
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 24, 2015 - 09:08am PT
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Vic is obviously enormous.
He is also homeless.
He does not possess a shred of intellectual curiosity.
He does wonder where his next meal is coming from.
He generally finds one at the Mission.
He tells me that with my beard the way it is, that I look just like his dad.
I take that in a complimentary way.
He's a nice kid.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 24, 2015 - 12:42pm PT
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I wish more pics...no one could afford photography back then. The few photos I have probably cost a buck each in those days. Beer and dope was WAY more important.
Throwpie 10/24/12 ,Page 5 o da flame's the shirt may be on you r six!!
'
please let me make this, it looks to be the crux!
need I explain?,
was that Jose cervoe your havorite or Favorite? Me I ten years Later the thing was always off white a very slight grayish brown, actually wore it day and night till parts of it took
on the color of just dirty grey.
so I cut the mother up, the neck out and the arms and pits, soon after before a date, I cut the bottom off
Yeah early Cobaine (sp) before the Weedge new his own name,
Iwas dirt bag but never proud to be dirty and spent money on laundry when it rained .(which could cotton extra if i had to use the dryer), need I explain?,
All this from the page where zbrown posted the front of a Corvair, that picture is perfect girls in a Corvair as to why the needed a drag strip, is an ephemeral share ,
it goes to the end of the page
need I explain?,
On page fifteen there is some amended stuff and a DEleation from Z as the capital one?!
the fair reason no one would throw pie either one of those two outa bed did any one ever hear from Shiela at all again?
No as i know from Rirki tiki tavi the thread
say is that a hole in mills head? or was you just kiddin' about obber driben pinen.
long story shorten it so it is not to long and it helpz to follow along,
Hope you don't all feel stalked well just a little What i see and may I say again thnkx with a due respect!
sixty forty cloth the oldest of my jackettsme in it at the dinning table looks Posh huh aeh, well it is a bike The Brooks Range full down Belay cave, Have you seen the Heated threads thread?
!Y, Da phuquE ?merican Underwear hero & puella.K9?!:puella Latin for female, and whatnot, this word is used as though it were english in speech(injut1btch!)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 24, 2015 - 02:28pm PT
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Stare at this image for 30 seconds, then close your eyes. Send a narrative of your after image and your interpetation to
mouse.merced@SuperiorTacos.com
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 25, 2015 - 06:41am PT
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Do not watch the gyrations she's trippin' to other tunes - LISTEN TO THIS [Click to View YouTube Video]Y, Da phuquE ?merican Underwear hero & puella.K9?!:
puella Latin for female, and whatnot,
this word is used as though it were english in speech(injut!)
After my not always but often when i can butnot sleep
I have asnort
I have none to Snort and am as always cranky,
every thing hurtz in the cold.
I fely off the nice when the drunks thought they could slay me.
the Blueblocer(thought finer of him)
the_ used both the avitar and 1st in acute? reply
cryptic, it lit a fire,
that erupted when the petty sick alckees said Dafaqu?,
[Click to View YouTube Video]
when the jJay boyd saw
what i had written
in the thread where i found our old friend
strawberry resident,
To whom i made clear I was responding to -
she inssted i take it all down!
it could have stayed up but by
Deleteing which i find very weak and i try not to , but I did .
it goes from hot to Hautey cold
women
don't ya know
Miss em Kiss em
then
TAKE THAT TRIPE DOWN
SLAYED FILETTED OUT AND FROM THE INSIDE!!
SHablett return but it kools , looksz okay! or shouldit not be . please I will take it out if you agree that butt hurt still for not NIAD with Baker( not even close three days was the hope)The wide mouth I shoulda hit with a Nine pound Hammer,
to cryptic ....
we need more picz.wher is my "a lot going on" Pic??
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 25, 2015 - 10:58am PT
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O MY VEY!
The mystical mouse taco!
Communion waverly wafers are next, I swear.
Take this and eat me.
I suppose there is something to be said for Moby Tacos, but the other?
As always, a bogus internet address adds some spice.
St. Hiatus has appeared on my monitor as of yesterday noon.
I am functioning only on the Wired Cafe's computer now till whenever.
I will be able to read and do some more wrioting at home.
This monitor at the cafe is blinking black when I type...what fercootie shablah this is.
TNF's gold products were not huge sellers back when.
The Brooks Range Parka was not sold much at our Telly store.
We did sell it, but it was overkill for most customers.
Reading High Traverse's comments on the Cat's Meow, about the estimated lower range for comfort brings to mind a few other tales like that.
Whenever a person complained about poor performance of a sleeping bag it was common to ignore them until they went away...and they always did. One just needed to be patient.
What are you gonna do? Give the customer a new bag rated lower? It was not policy, see. If the bag was underweight, and they never were, then and only then were we allowed to replace the product.
Fred, the Cat's Meow was a poor choice, and all I can say is that there are other sellers of bags with whom you would be happier. I used the YETI model in Fiberfill II for years as it was a car camping bag and much roomier. I was never in twenty degree weather in the bag (it's rating was to that temp) but was never cold out in the snow.
Anomalies abound, and all I can say is what I've said.
I'm going home to drink and sew up a kit fox.
Have you ever seen a kit fox?
Have you seen one in a box?
Have you seen one on RoxJox?
Can I have one and some lox?
And a decaf to go.
MFM
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 25, 2015 - 11:17am PT
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How about Mama Fox and kits?
on the air right now even as we speak Musical Migrations:
http://ashevillefm.org
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 25, 2015 - 11:51am PT
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You can't always tell the good guys vs. the bad guys from their hatz. So, as another public sevice bulletin here are some of them:
Good on top. 4 is normal level, 0 is just about 0.
Bad on bottom. 0 is desirable here.
These numbers cannot just be pulled out of a hat. They come from the other end. Why it is called a "stool" I have not yet determined.
Which leads naturally to the issue of probiotics (don't even bother with the amateur ones).
These two have been studied and apparently are useful in fighting the 'common' cold (if you're upper crust, I don't know what to tell you). Lactobacillus rhamnosus GG [LGG] and Bifidobacterium animalis lactis BB12 [BB12].
I just read the label on M's bottle and they are there, so down the hatch.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 25, 2015 - 12:02pm PT
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I recognize the hat, but the face is escaping me
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 25, 2015 - 06:40pm PT
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Ho yeah![Click to View YouTube Video]
this song has been floating my head for weekz and months dazed and years it was a stoke the psych song on the way to send the runouts like kligfields and brag hatch I did a jump start off the grand traverse ledge to start High exposure turning the 5.6 G into 5.10 r/x! TIKKA TIKKA was what ran through my head as it perfactly described the rhythm need to pull off the leap to the holes grab and grab again then runit to join the crux already past or in progress as the first gear was twnty feet up if you fell it was past the ledge
That right up there is probably not so ok but this could make up for it[youtube=[Click to View YouTube Video]]
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 26, 2015 - 06:45am PT
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Gypsy,
Your place looks very pretty! It is snowing here right now.
I'm still putting faces, places, and people together from all the great photos and narrative you are posting, and it is fun to see some of the people talked about elsewhere around the taco.
Thank you again for all the images and stories.
feralfae
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 26, 2015 - 09:03am PT
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to bad it doesn't do dirt weed
Patterns in snow
`Patterns in sky`DIRT WEED
~ wow! Fly by!!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 26, 2015 - 10:45am PT
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From the eye Jones you still got good eyes, NOT HEXS PER SAY at all
just wait till the snow blows through
[Click to View YouTube Video]
does anyone know what a robot looks like
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 26, 2015 - 06:38pm PT
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Expensive Flames
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 27, 2015 - 05:22am PT
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Somewhere I have a pin from the Cloggy railroad that Mark McPherran brought back for us when he had been living in England teaching school somewhere in Yorkshire. I also have a slide of the train that I will have to scan.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 27, 2015 - 05:56am PT
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nostalgia,
Nostalgia!
Why not?
Not jonesin'
night mares with colts with braided mains
tight corn rows and frisky colts that frolic nay, make noise, and burn the house down ,
with last food in the house, Why ?? don't ask, please
Because daddyo had to spell Nostdgia for Mouse!!
[Click to View YouTube Video]George and the destroyers all two of them, doing it right
scroll around and find what you like
From the Capital Theater in Passaic NJ
Where every night there was a great show
DamnIt!! so i was cooking and It was the end of the dish vert survivalist as to who eats first, they take No spice and it tastes like dish water ( Before the machine)
I had rinsed out the basil concoction, Garlic, basil standard fair Italian spices, and thrown in some blk peper a hint of ginger on top of raviolies blk olives , peas & bread crumbs, I burned the whole lot - beyond ediblie. I was hot it was Hotter, burned to a cinder, on the bottom, Black.
No pictures , , Please.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 27, 2015 - 07:33am PT
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Fire and Ice?
Could be Jaybro's bro
Replication Bluz and skinjob news:
It looks like it will be Blade Runner 2. Filming starting this year.
Replication of Vinyl. But it ain't the same you say? Well yes, but you gonna carry your turntable in the car, assuming you've got the vinyl. Great listening for 60 minutes of a long drive.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Not all flames are created equal, doncha know?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Feb 27, 2015 - 09:17am PT
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And Mr. Gnome, when one is Portuguese, "nostalgia" is your middle name. After all isn't that what fado is all about? I once read that the Portuguese national character is that they love to be sad.
oh la la, c'est très triste.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 27, 2015 - 11:01am PT
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Fado-mania.
Rubik's cubits.
Roller skaters and disco-haters.
Mouse-ke-teers and coon-skin caps.
Fanner Fifties and cowboy chaps.
Bouffant hair and bean-bag chairs.
Silvas, Gomeses, and PINASCOS.
(They won't last, their day is past.)
Silva to Gomes to Volney P. at the plate.
It's turning the wrong corner, but they already ate.
Let's all go to the Festa!
Dayz have gone by and more will follow.
Calendar dates
Pomegranates
All meet their fates
When the cows come home
Mr. Flores, I need milkin', please.
Words fail to express, my homies...
I met the county's superintendent of McEducation last night at the junction of Coffee Bandits and the 17th ST. Public House.
His name is Steve Gomes.
He didn't talk about gnomes, but whether I knew Frank Fagundes, and I had to cop. He was on my HS swim team.
He wanted to know did I know Sal Plagenza, the Italian Stallion with thirteen kids and countless dairy cattle. He wed a fair Portugese lass who wasn't averse to taking the bull by whatever means.
We talked of how the u.c. has grown into a U.C. that you can see off in the distance from Yosemite Ave. that has grown into a large dominion of learning.
We spoke of the contribution that the graduates will be making to life here in Merced and Madera counties, two milky ways to go and how Fresno might be eclipsed soon by the numbers of students here versus there.
He was a man of two years less than I but a head taller.
He was in a coat of standard business cut while I was just me as I am in a woolen hoodie, decaf latte in hand.
The work he's doing is truly the work which needs doing.
I'm here to observe the doing, I told him.
I told him I'll be watching him.
Then I went to the door of the Merced Theater, where they were holding a UC Merced event.
I saw a man going in that resembled my father-in-law, Richard the Blank.
He was not he.
I commented to the door-person that this did not look like no cowboy poets' round-up.
"Y'all got that right, sir. It's a scholarly look at whatever they look at. Have you a good night."
I thanked her and left.
My hour's nearly up.
I still have latte in my cup.
I'll go check out the free newspaper.
I may see you in the funnies.
I hope to be online tomorrow, creek levels permitting.
[Yodeling in the distance. Fade to fado.]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 27, 2015 - 05:03pm PT
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Not making any claims here, but these three guys were playing in London right about the time The Hendrix Experience was formed.
Awaiting confirmation, but I believe the moniker was "Mountain". They played a lot of Afro-Cuban Rockabilly.
Killing Floor ----> Psycho Killer
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Feb 28, 2015 - 02:04pm PT
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Where is this? At first glance looks like San Francisco, but I don't think so.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Don't be goin' all viral on me.
Incidence of colds according to virus:
Incidence of colds according to virus
◦ Rhinovirus 30-50%
◦ Coronavirus 10-15%
◦ Respiratory Syncytial Virus 10%
◦ Adenovirus <5%
◦ Parainfluenza 5%
◦ Influenza 5-15%
◦ Enteroviruses <5%
◦ Metapneumovirus unknown
◦ Unknown 20-30%
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Outstanding photo, Gypsy, thank you!
feralfae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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The Band before scaling back group size
You shoulda been on the river in 1910
They were driving the women just like they drove the men.
Courtesy of the Laws Railroad Museum & Historic Site, Bishop, California
Photo of the Owens Valley Paiute in front of their community center about the time of the Piper v. Big Pine School District case. Alice Piper is the first left in the back upper row; her father, Pike Piper, is the first left in the front row.
What year was Piper v. Big Pine - hold your horses.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Horses are in the barn, swathed in blankets. The barn gates are closed, and snow is falling furiously.
Mouse: What year was Piper v. Big Pine - hold your horses.
1924 :)
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Avete più galli, zBrown?
And is Gabriel Sovulewski the grip man on that cable car?He was Polish, although this picture makes him look like a Check.
Mount STarking. Buena Vista Crest.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Piper, fully 30 years before Brown v Board of Education (not that Brown)
I was thinking that street might be Larkin, then I was thinking it might be Stockton, but I don't see any where in North Beach/Fisherman's wharf that there are streets, then boats, then more buildings, unless you want to include in Alcatraz.
Maybe it's Boston.
How high's the water mama?
Can't really say, but it is a risin'. Thunder and lightening here today. Back tonight?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Have you seen any Thunderbirds lately?
Why are they missing? v Why? are they missing? (it's what linguists do, ask Noam Chomsky).
I wonder if it's a view east, rather than north. Treasure Island. Hold your horses, I need to get Belli on the phone.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Benny Bouffant, no?
FOR my acupuncturist in Berkeley.
FOR my oculist in Los Ojos.
FOR my title-searcher in downtown Merced, who happens to be my son Scott.
The brown building is where he works...it's pretty brown, but definitely not "That Brown."
How high's the building, Mama?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Hang me on your wall sweet gal
You can hang me in your bedroom
Or hang me in your hall
Make damn sure the light is right
And dream of me at night
Cuz I may not be around
When I'm dead and gone.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Belli is not there anymore, but if you want a condo above what used to be his office, it's yours for the taking and some swag.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I promised you The Race.
He who controls the water controls everything.
Water by the millis mill
Into the mouse pond
Addressing the viral dress
Redressing all the awful stress
On colors: black is the absence of color
White thinks it’s the dominant colour.
On the Street of Rods and Cones
All the gals are hags and crones.
On the Street of Cones and Rods
All the boys are demi-gods.
TO AURELIA
See, the flowery spring is blown,
Let us leave the smoky town;
From the mall, and from the ring,
Every one has taken wing;
Chloe, Strephon, Corydon,
To the meadows all are gone.
What is left you worth your stay?
Come, Aurelia, come away.
Come, Aurelia, come and see
What a lodge I’ve dressed for thee;
But the seat you cannot see,
‘T is so hid with jessamy,
With the vine that o’er the walls,
And in every window crawls;
Let us there be blithe and gay!
Come, Aurelia, come away.
Come with all thy sweetest wiles,
With thy graces and thy smiles;
Come, and we will merry be,
Who shall be so blest as we?
We will frolic all the day,
Haste, Aurelia, while we may;
Ay! and should not life be gay?
Yes, Aurelia, --come away.
--John Dyer
[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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Bo diddley caught a nanny goat,
To make his pretty baby a Sunday coat,
Bo diddley caught a bear cat,
To make his pretty baby a Sunday hat
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Did lance show?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Live like you like it!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Oh, ho, ha-ha!"
FOR my Liz, whose ashes adorn this beach
Now out of sight but never out of reach.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Ho this place,
I am that ugly reminder
You drank too much
You drink too much
Don't drink anymore !
If what you do,
For fun has become
Your Nightmare and
Not your dream
It is time to stop the
Nightmare Activity
The time to stop !
You all know the sayings better than I
MOcERATION?! Weak sauce!
Thnxz DR SPOCK RIP / Lenny Nimroy
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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It's a tortuous road we sometimes take.
Table or booth, sir?
Both
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And this month's Sterling Mouse Skillful Driver Award goes to:Not a hundred feet from that plaque at the end of the row of date palms.
Honorable mention goes to:This pickup is in the Bank of America parking lot to the right of the patrol car.
Which brings me to my daily gripe--the VA's van ride system, which has me tied in knots.
I had an appointment for tomorrow. I have not heard a peep from the rides office in Fresno.
I was told by phone on Thursday of the appointment, just before four p.m., when they all shut down for the day down there.
I called the next morning and the switchboard put me through to an extension. The lady whose phone it is is named Susan and so is the woman who is the director of transportation. I thought I was leaving a message with the correct person.
It was the accountant for the rides system, though, and she called me and left a number on Monday morning.
Then I called her again, and she said she wasn't the one to speak to about scheduling a ride.
I called the switchboard and they gave me another extension. No answer, so I left my information for a call back. That fellow called me last night just before he left work and left a message number.
I called him this morning. He got back to me while I was on the city bus to the VA Clinic here in town to go for a six-month check-up. I couldn't hear him because I was sitting right on top of the motor in the back of the bus; and so I told him I'd call him back later today.
I called him just after noon. He said his office is for non-ambulatory vets. It wouldn't do me any good. He gave me the extension for the party who could arrange for my ride, the second Susan.
I called her three times this afternoon and left messages. She has not returned my calls so I have no ride scheduled and need to make another appointment.
This is all the truth.
Is this a cosmic joke?
Does God give a rat's asp about my hernia?
Will Susan go back on crack?
Will her boss find out and fire her?
I kind of doubt it.
But we invite you to find out on the next installment of
As the VA Turns the Knife in Mouse's Gut.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bans y Nobel Bewk Newk
We talk about some of the book news that is not too old yet to get excited about.
“You might find this hard to believe, but until the 1930s, the Vatican Library had no proper catalog system. Books were stored by size and color. Size and color,” Donati repeated incredulously.
from Fallen Angel by Daniel Silva
This just in, like two weeks ago, but it got shuffled...
The team of S. “Brews” Wilson and Michael Malarchy are collaborating on a feature featuring the old game of trundling rocks from high places.
Both men are climbers and trundlers of some repute, each having won the coveted annual Talus Pile Prize for Closest Miss in different years.
Wilson is famous for the Zion Zinger which dammed part of the Virgin River for six days in ‘01.
Malarchy has been trundlin’ since he was only three: they call him “C. Rockett” on the Rolling Rock Wonderful World of Trundling.
We are looking forward to their contribution, if it ever arrives.
Let the chips fall where they may, and remember:
Petroglyphs are NEVER “in play.”
If you see a trundler attacking a glyph, call the local constabulary, take photos, and get a GPS fix, if possible.
One thing that Brews Wilson wanted us to say in answer to the question from Sister Slab is that glyphs which represent memes are not an exception as outlined in the Glyphs Left Behind Act of ‘08, Section Three, paragraph ten.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Long before folks were having it out on HWY61, they were going up (and down) HWY40.
Just can't wait to get on the road again, but don't look back, unless it's to check your backseat..
Thrilling.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Having too much to drink is no crime at this clam bake,
instance demands time as the Klause has let the stage wtf , I was half hopping that a few gemmzz he has told he might tell again but no, that appears not to be
[Click to View YouTube Video]
an appropriate, mention was crafted by no less than the great starting to be one of the few and only ,
the one and only Clint Cummins,
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=140009&tn=40
That is one cool cat when it comes to standing on edges. . .
then Dale, Perswig,? ha, snuck this in. . .
so I'm putting it Here,
http://onbeing.org/program/joe-henry-the-mystery-and-adventure-of-life-and-songwriting/7313
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Crossed Threads.
First time, pretty much, that MFM has ever posted commentary on politurd thread was in the one on Netayahu's speech.
Persia for the Persians!
http://www.facebook.com/ShahShiii
The Shahshank Reduction starring Steve Grossman as John Kennedy.
Ron Anderson as the Shah.
I'm willing to play the young and rising star, the Ayatollah Khomeini,
for three billion and a percentage,
but I need a string of imams who live by my words alone,
are willing to fetch my Starbucks for me,
and to lick my spittle.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Fiendish Killers and Torturers on the Big Screen.
Dry them tears, pals.http://www.theguardian.com/music/2007/sep/07/4
Don't Cry for Me, Argentina belongs to a fascinating category of songs purists refer to as the
geographically hortatory;
that is, songs in which a city, state or nation is addressed directly and exhorted
to take a particular course of action at the direction of the singer, no matter how onerous or implausible.
Examples include San Francisco (Open Your Pearly Gates) and New York, New York ("Start spreading the news..."),
but do not include O Canada, From Russia With Love, Oklahoma!, Kansas City, Here I Come or LA Woman.
Thematically linked to La Marseillaise, in which the "children of the fatherland"
are strongly encouraged to "slake" the "thirsting furrows of their fields" with "impure" blood,
the more decorous Don't Cry for Me, Argentina counsels the peons of the pampas
to avoid shedding tears for Mrs Peron, as no tears are required.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The reason no tears are required is because Mrs Peron, all through her "wild years",
has kept her promise to her kinsmen.
Apparently, her promise was a stipulation in her will expressly barring Liza Minnelli
from playing her in the biopic about her life, because this would be unfair to the people of Argentina,
who had already suffered enough.
Michael Collins made similar pre-assassination arrangements vis-a-vis Kevin Costner.
Boy, George! You look fantastic tonight!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsht3jLkMxo
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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]
j
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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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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What is with the grey goat? The grey GTO? As if I had to say
I see green highlights on flat grey nearly the bondo color.
I have a flexible flyer, a double runner sled and that self same shovel tooll! (pics to follow)
To this day I love to midnight trip out in frozen night, and sneak a trip down a neighbor's hill or drive,
Picture it, a short well wrapped gnome huffing, steaming up some dark hillside. To under the master bedroom window, then quick, slide down and walk away, be in by 3am so no one sees
Fight the good fight to stay young for another day!
This sort of night foley has been my undoing when the Stews View flow goes blue, as its call to me, is clearer at night
It screams climb me ! I would go often and it was fun !! Then. Not so much!!
It is in tonight!! But so am I all that I will manage is a red wine fueled walk about
In tears for a great Daisy Dog !!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was sitting and waiting for the doctor to call me in for my physical the other day out at the VA Clinic on Yosemite Avenue.
I had had my vitals checked and I was in the hallways in the inner sanctum of the clinic, where the docs offices and pharmacy and examining rooms lie hidden from the masses.
This is part of patient confidentiality, a respected and sacred trust.
The federal government in its wisdom and benevolence saw fit to furnish the walls with some very nicely framed prints of large dimensions.
No one said a thing the last time I tried shooting these prints...but this day I was called out by a male nurse.
I supinely gave my apology and told them that I would maintain and follow the rules, not step out of line, and not take any more shots.
But I was not made to delete anything, so I was totally cool--I already had what I wanted.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In case you're wondering, this was last Saturday morning.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Mouse, you are free to do what you will with the double doubles 👍
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you
thank you
--Little Caesar
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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TriaLs to be tested and to want to do the right thing?
I want to take my girl to as spot in the woods. Not last night, was o so perfect, but the family and grief got in the way, she was a big dog 90 pounds to heft, hard to make go away?
The place is best gone to in the day light as it is a schlep, half a mile from the parking.
When we the dog and family first came here to climb there was room to park a car in the dirt. Now the Guard rails and lines to mark six head in parking. . . . slots are cleared.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Isn't there a mouse version of this? Duct tape over the words though.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Local Tejada goes nationwide (in France?).
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzTop for all the beauticians of the world
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Like do any of you feel that another shoe needs to drop?
What is the climb of your life? or a thread that says
Charlie Brown??,... (not any relation to z)
A thread of shame?? share Your comments(& moments of humiliation) , please.
This is long and old and great (if you have it saved then you need not see it again)
[Click to View YouTube Video] one can skip to 30:30 and watch the last half . . .
or just the credits .. .. .. or Lynn on her ascent of the Nose, (Iskip more than half of this one too, pass the great roof then watch the rest, is that sacrilege? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yS63AdRSnl8&t=399
If you are so excited to sing the praises of flames do you do so by lighting a fuse?
Evel did wait half an hour to post so I will look to the tunes,
when you get confused
Listen to the music play
Ziggy madness, Maggies work load, and yes thanx zb Nation wide!!
takes the grain of salt and rubs it in my eye
no not SuhL toot toot, smile, and say it is just a paranoid flash
Criquee ! batman!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The following are images taken by Derry Brabbs and are to be found in the pictorial book, James Herriot's Yorkshire.
While not known so well as a climber's mecca, the sheep seem to like it there.
I like the names, myself, and the North Country accents of the characters in the Herriot TV series are so...well, you've seen the PBS reruns, right? So you know what I'm saying.
Gypsy, our thanks again for posting all of the slides that you have taken, not only of the British Isles, but of the island of Corsica, as well. I suppose there is no worthwhile surfing in Yorkshire, either.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kilburn_White_Horse
[Click to View YouTube Video]And now for something completely different.Well, it's morning-ed on us and a day not so clear but as bright as the pic of the flame-headed violinist.
(The guy's got cool fingers, doesn't he?)
And the bow, bough, bo is not real horsehair, but it's made from countless rainbows from days gone by.
(I bowed, she curtsied, we danced an ice galope and then a subdued volta--me being short of breath by then.)
The sculpture we'd love to see: a giant snow shovel ridden by a youngster down a road like the one from Foresta to the Cascades. One side is cliffs and scree and scrub. The other a precipitous slope into the Merced Gorge. (Those days of sun-bright summer on a hot south-facing canyon wall we carried whip-rolled towels and chased each other down the grade snapping them like teamsters do over the head of a mule--we sometimes connected with flesh...ouchie-ouch!)
And then a long swim from one end of the Cascades beach to the other against the current. (Such energy we had! I find it tough to get up the gumption to take a shower many is the time, now I'm aged like a proper Cheddar wheel.)
And we had little or no idea of the history of that road, of who came and who went, of what they hauled and what they hated most about staging on that steeply-inclined plane. (Thede would be the flies from the mules or horses, the choking dust from a summer-baked road, the curses of the driver, and the monotonous creak of the wheel hubs on the axles now drying out from lack of grease or tallow. And thirst.)
Down in the bottom of the gorge is the silvery green of the river itself, centered between thinnish gray strips along its borders, all surrounded by greenery: bay tree, black oak, cedar, but no Ponderosa-of-the-Valley. And you can't hear a word of what the river says due to the distance, the lack of flow, and it's only babble anyway. (And you really hate the man across from you snoring in sleep in spite of the bumpass ride.)
I need even more sleep. I had the nerve to go down to the Cinema Cafe and have a chiii verde omelet and a slice of ham and English muffings, dontcha know, all the while reading Thomas Herriot's MY YOURKSHIRE, a pictorial for the coffee table. I found that Wensleydale is in that area of Jolly Old Across the Pond. (It's a type of cheese, too, dontcha know. It's also the surname of the owner of a certain cheese shoppe.)
There I go, saying more than just hey there, as usual. I hope this helped relieve your winterish blues if you have them. I also hope this helped you re-live some of your own child's memories.
I met the gal who runs the Sweat Shop out of a storefront in this old hotel building--and her dog Ro, Row, or Roe. (Roe, Ro, or row your boat, quickly down the stream, Major Powell. But he only had one arm so how could he row? His secret--he paid guys to do it for him! What a plan--surrogate oarsmen.)
One thing about going down a river--you cannot get "lost," or be misdirected if you just want to get to the sea, where you might play on the beach, running after each other with rolled towels for whips, or watch in awe the surf antics of zBrown, the brujo de la playa, or lie quietly and respectfully watch the sun die from drowning. (Sol can't swim, so he always sinks in the wet west.)
All the day long, sing you a song.
May your day be good, your experiences better, and your memories of it the best.
MFM
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Somewhere north of Yorkshire lies Scotland, where lies or sits The Maiden Stone. Scottish people are kind of superstitious and it has been said that:
Legend has it that squeezing through the Maiden Stone will bring not only good luck, but also increase fertility. The charm is even greater should you do this naked!
Squeeze? Hell, that's so wide you could drive a sheep's foot roller through it, though I spose it's not nation wide.
EDIT: I'm going to have my nephew confirm this since he's over there, but technically I believe it is Maiden Stone and Mother Rock, which are part of Traprain Law.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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This may piss off supporters of Father (ex-brother) Serra, but some of her supporters are thinking of throwing Ms. Tejada's cross into the saint race ring.
Equal pay for equal work,no?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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&mile? apersand? sing a little diddy now he's got a blond?... wait?...Puff or isn't kims man...
they all look the same to me . . now I have gone to far !(karma shin , well okay that is what the Shablet said when I went for West, Kanye , the next karma shin fienns ?!!
It needed that (the Fienns) as I do not really care about Kim an Kanye. . .smile !!Okay I'm smilling (a son can bring a tear ya' know.)
that is a flaming haired snow sculpture she needs a hit o pot, and a pair of cool shades,
like the ones you see on mfm's
shot o the Man waving in Ray bans from the Moon.
I really do go midnight sledding!
and have the Right shovel better than this example but for now the sled is in use, was underdog to uncouth? too soon? yes I am a goon but a loon sings sweetly too
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Full honors for a dog like your Daisy.
And the final sled ride, you wearing your hat backwards, like the reversed boot in the stirrups of the caparisoned horse's saddle in a military funeral.
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David Emanuel Hickman, US Army Specialist, of Greensboro, NC, was the last troop killed in the Iraq war. The riderless horse appeared in his funeral procession behind the casket on its wagon.
Those old enough may remember the same honor given to JFK in 1963.
During WWI, this riderless horse was called Black Jack, in honor of Gen. Perishing.
All dogs go to heaven.
Except that Black Dog, who can go to hell.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... i love the moorlands, my dear friend lives there... will send you some pics, when i can... :)
thanks for sharing, of yorkshire... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How Bruce Lee left Scotland.
The mystery of a carving of Robert the Bruce reading the Declaration of Arbroath has been solved.
A resident of East Haven in Angus, where the carving was found, initially thought it could be a historical artifact.
However, it has emerged that it was actually made as part of a college project in the 1960s.
A local man made the carving at Dundee College, before later moving to Spain.
The terracotta sculpture depicts Robert the Bruce reading the 1320 declaration, signed at nearby Arbroath Abbey.
Wendy Murray, of the East Haven Resident's Association, had appealed for information after her husband discovered the carving while clearing up a piece of land in the village formerly used by fishermen.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A word of thanx, as this Is all sad a has repercussions , that deal a blow to all security,
Seems dogs and me need to be together, short of those very close there is never anyone more dear to me than, my god; the faithful DOG!
Now as to personal hygiene ? Make contact brother
I think you smell just fine but what do I know I like how jersey smells
Back after I make contact with water, not to hot . . . .?
Noy tet or more better not yet,
Now, back and clean and shaven, what a night, following a too emotional a day.
These are hard times to be a dad! The news says it was the food that we fed the dog,
Maybe! She was only sick a tiny bit and yes when I heard that the beneful brand. Was
Suspect, we switched her,spending twice as much, now we have to get it right
That said the cookie jar is used to grow that scoobie all coffers are empty .. . What to do?
A bigger dog was laid to rest at a favorite spot that then became the dog walk, in this season that spot will be an extreme dig out,two feet of snow and frozen rock pile below that.
At temperatures near zero and wind chill taking it below that, we will take but not wear the Brooks range coat, I think it will be to cold to spend much time trying to bury the Daisy.
Now enough the grief won't pass for weeks at least so I should not fill mfm's pages
In Spanish maybe, in French if I could for sure,----fill in the Norwegian !
To be quick in this explanation, I need to send the remains off. . . But where?
Here in small rock hell only one in twenty climbing zones offers a drop the body site. A place that has a drop that is available to the boot of the car.
The choices
1)the snowy hillside that has been in the sup.top. Can be reached by condo parking lot where I'm sure there is no dumping.
2)in the midst of multi-million dollar houses, this is a high on the list! a down hill slide, to rock to hard for me to climb.
3)The spot that was used in the greatest guitarist thread? Same rich zip code as above. That spot is drive up turf over and away till the thaw then go back and clean up? I'd rather not.
4)a farther drive in the other direction, to a spot that while secured by seclusion I was hoping to write about the freshest rock in the quiver.darn to spoil it.
5) the place where the highway starts,or where it meets its demise, one side or the other?and for secrecy sake I say no more
say no more.
The recon mission and then the plan for to do the deed will take some work.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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And not far from Yorkshire is the scenic Lakes District...
But meanwhile in Derbyshire
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Big news down south is Harrison's plane crash (no weed involved). I used to work right next to the Santa Monica Airport.
It seems Mr. Ford, although he was drving a Chevy, has a history of crashes. This one and three in aircraft (1991, 2000, 2015).
OT: There appears to be no bagpipe rendition of Green Onions.
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Whoops
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But can you dance to it? Sure why not.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"You Don't Fool Me"
You don't fool me
You don't fool me...
Da, da da da dah
Da da da dah
Da da dah...
You don't fool me - those pretty eyes
That sexy smile - you don't fool me
You don't rule me - you're no surprize
You're telling lies - you don't fool me
Mmm, mama said be careful of that girl
Mama said you know that she's no good
Mama said be cool, don't you be no fool
Yup bup ba ba ba ba da da da dah!
You don't fool me
You don't fool me, you don't fool me
She'll take you
You don't fool me, and break you
You don't rule me, you don't fool me
You don't fool me, she'll take you
You don't fool me, and break you
Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules
Baby you don't fool me, yeah
You don't fool me, you don't have to say 'don't mind'
You don't have to teach me things I know
Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules
Oh, (fool you) oh, (rule you) she'll take you (take you)
And break you (break you)
Yeah
Mama said be cool
Mama said she'll take you for a fool
She'll take you, and break you
Ba ba ba ba bap bap ba baah
La la la la la lah
You don't fool me
You don't fool me...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
That's Oly with the car, Lenna's ex.
Throwpie's seen this, because he drew it and gave me the drawing which I've lost, of course.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sierra Club Bulletin cover shots.
Baa baa baa baa bap bap baa baah
La la la la la lah
You don't fool me
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Life in the Country.
Weird wild stuff happening lately in Cedar Ridge.
This had the neighborhood worked up, let me tell you.This bird bashed into Lenna's window and lay stunned on the deck. While she just kept taking pictures, Ed just stood around.
It revived and flew off.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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seems that the lay of the land has again changed, as the globe turns some cats leave and some boyds stay. . can't say ...otay? my knives* cause i'm to lazy after reading up on Past (rip)
Super topianz; Nay wow that was ruff, and Blitzo, ..Those Photos!! Amazing eye .... .
.`Fuzzy shots as i mention the master, I would blame the camera but it was free hand not on the stick (Mono pod) The tri-pod is a lot heavier.
I Love that wagon!! i am A wagon man from a late '60s ford falcon wagon!
here's one Not a Ford or a Falcon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Right next to the RR tracks.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Late '50s??
the next two are 54's I think?
we need to see some tail!
Humph!
well since I can add it here she is under snow , cold enough?
she sure is dead.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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One of the smaller car clubs in Sunny CV was "The Nomads". Total membership was three. There is some controversy over who owned them, but there was one each of 1955, 1956, 1957. All black, no photos (yet).
Dog thermometer-wise this just about say it all.
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Even though Ruby has one, we do not get paid for this endorsement.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's Don on the left, my brother Mike on the right.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Clover the clever, always getting off someplace.
This front fenced was laughable.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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&Please okay enough with the morbid
or do want to see her 'unwrapped?
It's gotta be done!
Dead Dog Fell (right side)
` Daisy's Head stone?,The whole magical,(Magilla)
Thanx mfm,
Dead Dog Fell,
Small rock hell,
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oh ouh still hungover, dog swallowing sun!
Now that it is spring it is time for some fun see this town has the rock on the Power lines that border big dollar homes,Bald rock basin,CT
My 'fell' is a condo developments refuse disposal spot, welt' was till those down hill got a wiff of the grass and brush rotting. It made the Papers, dumping stopped climbing continues. . .
Stews View? Car wash wall? This is the place when it's in i can not resist it it is Moonlite fun out of frame to the left
hides some good rock.
Defining small rock hell.
There is an overhanging 'head wall'
that has wide crack action for sixty feet.
The place i took the slip,trying to farm, just a bit more thickness . . .
I have swore off ice can you tell?
I miss phat ice
Cachunk cachunk
puck pouck, cachunk Cachunk,
the hiss of spindrift snow
Cachunk poauwk cachunk pok pok,
CACHUNK
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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Hey, don't worry about all that snow; a little birdie told me it is ALMOST spring. Well, at least "spring forward". But the Canada geese are honking away
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bloody Sunday 1920
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Sunday_%281920%29
Bloody Sunday (Irish: Domhnach na Fola) was a day of violence in Dublin on 21 November 1920, during the Irish War of Independence.
In total, 31 people were killed –fourteen British, fourteen Irish civilians and three republican prisoners.
Ah, but that's not all you get, folks!
Along with Dublin 1920, we are giving you Dublin 1913, Belfast 1922, and Derry 1972.
Anybody who thinks he can beat our offer is welcome to see me in the Bermingham Jail here in Middle Earth, where all the children are told they are good-looking, no one drinks more than a six-pack per day, and all the cars still run.
Blessed are the poor in spirit.
I pity the poor immigrant.
These bootstraps are made for pulling.
Boots, start stomping.
This fascist was laid low by an open-tuned Lyell guitar that I purchased in a pawn shop in 1968.
A poor unknown dock-worker slipped and fell into the water in a set-to with the police in old Pedro, but he was Wobbly to begin with probably. But no on knew or knows his name...he's the unknown longshoreman.
Today there is still dispute on the docks.
http://www.usatoday.com/story/money/business/2015/02/19/west-coast-ports-charm-longshoremen/23687421/
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Which Bloody Sunday's in YOUR wallet?
Angels of Light/I Pity the Poor Immigrant
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfDmtW96n9Q
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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One of the works Most Art dedicated to Haydn.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Part of a series of Coffee With Big Deals including Hemingway, The Buddha, Groucho, Marilyn, Michelangelo, Plato, and the two-name guy, Oscar Wilde. Ten bucks each.pp.52 to 58.
You’re the finest pianist in Germany. Why did you compose so much?
Your question puzzles me: musicians compose. Of course, I played other composers music—mostly when I was too young to have written anything better! And I compose for money.
Isn’t there more money in performing?
Sometimes. But 100 ducats for an opera—that’s not bad! And now 50 ducats for a requiem—easy!
Easy? If you say so. But tell me, how do you compose?
How? Why? What funny questions! I LIKE to compose above everything, even playing. Though that’s often much the same.
How so? Do you need a clavier to compose?
Of course not! What a question...Ah, the beer’s coming. Please excuse me, I’m still thirsty...(To the waiter) Thank you.
I shall try to answer straightforwardly. I prefer having a clavier handy. But the clavier’s not for inventing things, it’s for linking them by improvising. Yes, stringing ideas together. You know how we like contrast—chiaroscuro--in modern music? Different ideas in the same tempo, shifting colors, light and dark, major and minor harmony. Enchanting! And it keeps the listener interested. I learned that from the London Bach, a dear man and a great composer. It was sad he died so young—though older than I am now...What were we talking about?
Stringing ideas together.
Yes, Papa called it “il filo,” the thread that binds ideas together. But he was worried that I made things too difficult. I remember that letter well—I think I was in Mannheim. “Some things are great if done in a natural way—if they flow smoothly and are well composed. It’s harder to do that than write artificial harmonies that most people don’t understand...”
Maybe it was “harder” for him, it wasn’t for me. What else did he say? “Good composition and arrangement of ideas, il filo—this you can tell the maestro from the clodhopper, even in trivial works...” Of course, this was all about selling printed music. Or making flute quartets for that Dutch doctor in Mannheim. What was his name—Deschamps? Dejean? Papa was angry when I only completed half the commission...
Improvising in public’s different. Then you can play things that messieurs-les-amateurs delight in, but wouldn’t like written down. Bold dissonances,like old Bach’s works. Lines that clash, but logically, so they separate and work into a more beautiful consonance. Fugues. So hard to write!
But you played them on the spur of the moment?
Yes, of course. Then you get away with things—change key quickly,bring in the main idea—and everyone calls “Bravo!” But getting everything in place on paper, so it’s bearable to repeat, that’s another thing. And not just with fugues. The contrast—the ciiaroscuro—needs great care. You have to introduce surprises, but in a way that will please, that connoisseurs understand and amateurs like, too...though they won’t know why. And if you’re not careful, the thread will break!
Does your thread never break?
Maybe...it did when I was young. But I’m usually happy with what I‘ve done. I can take or leave my older works. Those with long ears will leave the new ones, too. It’s their problem, if they’ve paid for them! Some rich oaf bought my quartets, the ones I dedicated to Papa Haydn and that cost me so much time and were so difficult to write. Not paid back in sales, I can tell your! But this ass, he starts to play them with his lackeys, and stops and says the music is full of mistakes—and he throws it away! But they were well printed. No mistakes.
Perhaps the music was difficult.
Not the finger-work, it’s the notes themselves. But they all make sense—go over them, practice, until you can hear the harmony. It’s not meant to be easy. Whatever Papa said, connoisseurs have rights as well!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Cockadoodle doo!
I got lots of sleep.
I'm still gonna take a nap and listen to what comes...
We are now on Pacific Savings Time. Lost an hour back there...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-dEXT7Q_fk&t=144
I know that she's no pal, but this is more than okay so I put the link in,
now i have a plan, but time to get the week set up, and shoe, the kids, for spring.'at this point moving' fast I hope Im not repeating. The above is NJ, the left edge of the Blue Gus Chimney, below is the right side I wonder how the Ice in the back of this set up,damn I yearn for cold misery, `No it was Ekat who posted a memorium, that led to a mass listen, now more to my problems.
I have too many Files of great Pics And it takes An Hour to find the cloud I want to share
do you see it ? no thats because I could not find it after finding it last night.
Gotta go
see Ya' in the funny pages lost in shanghai just emailed me ?? whaat? welcome back Poiltard(CFrye) Is entertaining this am
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This can't be coincidence that you put Steve Wildley into the mix.
Did you know him or what?
Because he's just passed away.
http://www.gofundme.com/Steves-lungs
Popcorn Lung
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bronchiolitis_obliterans
For Steve...
You know that we will meet again
When all our journeys reach their end
And as we live to see that time
You’re here within our hearts and minds
So now we say “farewell” dear friend
Your journey here has reached its end
Now put your pain and fear to rest
We know you’ve given all your best
--Rosa M Douglass 03-07-2015
Our dear friend Steve is finally at rest.
8:15pm EST March 07, 2015
I've just begun to take a finely-crushed powder of Reishi mushrooms in capsule form on a daily basis, hoping for some relief from COPD. Both Popcorn Lung and COPD are irreversible.
Steve sure played well and looked to enjoy it a lot. RIP, brother.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thanks, Gnome. That's a relief. I can't imagine his last days.
As we draw closer to lent and Easter and Passover and St. Paddy's day, the great imponderables are becoming more pondered here in Middiddle Earth.
I suppose it comes from being brought up RC, see.This pic was taken by Mike or by Mom, neither of whom is in the shot.
That tall kid is Mike Livermore, my oldest friend. We two friends went from Santa Barbara/Carpinteria to the Eastside via Monterey and camped out for two weeks or so in various locations with Mike's folks and Jay the Beagle.
I remember lots of rain, few fish on the line, and Marines sliding down high lines near their Walker River winter resort on the road to Sonora Pass, Hwy 108.
Since it's Sunday, here is a readable book for the adults out there based on the life of Christ, called Lamb.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Werner yer quite the lucky guy having such a beautiful woman by yer side for all these years.
Peace
--Ron Gomez
Too right, Ron!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://foundsf.org/index.php?title=Woodward%27s_Gardens,_c._1860s
What to do, where to go, San Francisco, the mid-ninetenth century.
Some of the museum stock was bought up at auction and taken for display at the Sutro Baths, now gone as well.
Sutro's museum had a few automatons, but no writing boy.
I remember vividly a roller coaster made from toothpicks and similar displays of tediously-crafted miniatures.
Documentary documentation of Sutro's Baths.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyHTaPwN88s
"Several years of history in just under fifteen minutes."--Jeffersonians
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I do not know how much weed this guy was hauling, but he was able to land successfully. For those not in the know this Toll(not free)Way lies in the shadow of Otay Mtn.
BTW, which one is Donini?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sweet sounds indeed! I do not want to dwell on the morbid.
Lets live life to the fullest while we can and as this crap shoot roller coaster ride callad life jerks us to and fro, Be Glad and happy for each blessing that is ours to hold to the light of God and say Thanx Dude!
Some how dogs seem to know what is around that last corner as it appears down the trail,
for many a dog it is just time, Daisy looked at me and we stood for that instant in a holy light
she was Fine, happy at the end. She just streched and yawned, took a passing sniff at the
peanut butter scraps that I restricted from her I gave her three nice bites but was scared that I
would cause an attack and talked her out of them saying "now hone' you know how the treats mess with you,
She took it well and we as I said had our last moment together I was here , she was
by the Base board heater I did not hear a high or any sound really.
I got up and started the Meat balls and realized she was not under foot, she had passed
this was a hard choice, to post but as a corse climber type who cries at the drop of a hat,
it was as it should be so I share and I am sorry.
one thing more the world sucks the disposal of a dog here, is by weight,zip code and some perceived ability to pay, I now have a payment plan forthis saddest chapter.
The vet. said they waived their fee and it is still going to cost $400, this is a first world problem thrust upon me that I understand I have gone both ways when living in a far flung low population area, I have always buried my pets . In a near city urban suburb, you can't have people just doing that, it leads to tossed animal epidemics, or it could.
That this is a very heavy learning, moment for the family and family values, family traditions?
I wish I could do a a more spiritual thing but there are group cremations for a bit less than half,
Never heard of such a thing the vet, takes the dog, puts it on ice ala Ron Anderson , taxidermy ? Stuff the dog??? Prolly cost $$k that is off track ,
They prep the dog and wait till a bunch more come in get put down and then cremate the lot.
When it's your choice day you come in and pick up an urn.
Twisted solution to urban dog death epidemic.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I liked how you stayed away from morbid, there. :0)
No shaggy dog stories, though, my friends.
My Clover.
Mother to My Frank due to a fence-jumping black Labrador. This may or may not be fair to the Lab in question. She had fence-jumping down to a fine art and it's fair to assume she leapt at the chance to tryst with such a handsome local talent as he.
Clover's demise did not happen on my watch. She had been picked up several times by the Contra Costa Animal Task Force, or the dog-catcher, easily, they said. Clover was costing me plenty in retrieval fees.
It doesn't hurt to tell that she was given to us by Nancy and Dave Beck who found her wandering the streets in Berkeley. This was her lot in life, to be a roamer, not a homer.
The fruit of her loins, young Frank, was able to leap the fence one night with her and they were gone three days. The shelter called saying they had Frank. He had been crippled by a run-in with a vehicle and had a drain installed in the foreleg to deal with infection. They charged me the normal rate for holding at their dog jail (at least he came back to us free of tattoos!) plus the fees for the vet's services.
A few days later they called about Clover and quoted $75 for releasing her this time. I declined quickly and explained that I was not a heartless monster, but would appreciate their trying to keep her there and finding a new home for her. I saw her riding around in the back of some guy's pickup several weeks later.
Frank came along to Lake Tahoe, but decided to stay on Grouse Mountain one afternoon. He would not come to the truck as we were ready to leave with a load of oak firewood to sell. Tim and I had no luck with the landlord, who had warned us to get rid of the dog, and so our chance came. We left him to himself there and that was the last dog I had, barring Rusty the lovable golden retriever who came with Liz and her entourage nine years later.
Except for Sweetheart, or Corazon. She followed me home one night from a bar. I had to take her to the pound because my cruel landlord/roommate perceived her as a threat to his 900-year-old grampa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]That's right, 900 years. Talk about your mossback!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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The Morbid share had at first included a picture of the dead, and the dead dog,
when the Jj boyd saw that she hit me in the head(again) "what the hells wrong with you" she said it was not a question , the net result was a bit more damaging.
When I remembered that I had forgotten to remove (deleted seems cruel in this case) the photo of the dead dog from the Sick Trembler, storage banks.
So 1st thing in the morning jumped on the communal computer that sits in the kitchen on the table where we eat,to do the deletion of the sad an' foul photo , the youngster in the family unit saw the picture.
Oh boy now I am on the hook for years of therapy , for the husband please.
This was the fast version; as it was morning and I engrossed in what I was doing missed the shattered eyes and the wife's rescue of the situation, by dragging both tots out of the kitchen.
any way I can PM a dead dog picture if you feel like seeing it, z has some video up that made me squemish , what was it again? It must have been disturbing because I my state of poverty induced sobriety ,( No thanx to the thread Here!) I can not for the life of me remember anything more than the warning'
Caveat emptor! all though, as I said, I am trying to live more by Carpe Diem.
Just one more thing - I get it!! No more Large Dogs.
Any future mutt must fit into a duffel that I can toss easily, hurl, fling or afford to bury/ cremate or what have you.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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00PS!!I posted it again? still searching for the Right clouds, not this again.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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One of Gypsy's?
In vivo two-photon microscopy. Aβ-plaques (blue) and neurons (green)
Synapse degeneration is held to be an early and critical pathophysiological event in Alzheimer's disease; however, the mechanisms involved are not understood. Here we aim to analyze the kinetics of dendritic spine loss throughout disease progression in mouse models of AD by applying long-term 2-photon in vivo imaging. Using different transgenic animal models of familial Alzheimer's disease with no Aβ-pathology, Aβ-pathology only or both Aβ- and tau-pathology, as well as lentiviral transfection of single cortical neurons which modifies APP expression, and proteases involved in Aβ generation or degradation, we aim to understand if and how Aβ alters dendritic spines. Moreover, we are going to analyze the effects of therapeutic approaches that have been mechanistically associated with spine loss in AD, namely a NMDA-receptor open-channel blocker and inhibitors or modulators of the γ-secretase and β-secretase.
Why? Svovoda, Tank, Denk & Konnerth (not CSN&Y)
American scientists Karel Svoboda and David Tank and German scientists Winfried Denk and Arthur Konnerth shared the $1.08-million (1 million euro) Brain Prize for the invention and development of two-photon microscopy
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Actually, your cartoon brings up the good point, if I can contain the urge to go to the pound,
The Rescue a Shepard people, ( As opposed to a Pit bull (the are the cutest puppies)and
live a canine free existence, of god, 00PS No Dog,
then a bit of traveling will be more of a possibility
Best bet would be some. Time when school was off end of summer when smoke and heat
Would not be the way I would want to introduce the ditch.
Oh the dreams I have to taking the Kids to the Valley
and to meet grumpy grandpa mouse eeye (that would be the ggmfmey)
That would be sweet,
where's that events calendar?
Whens the Face lift?
????? Well that is a weird one but no.
No way the kids need to be off school,
They also need twelve days, out,
What a thought , the Mouse T Hoking all the others who showed oh wait abit....
The one that got away? ...hmmm
not for face lift
just after, Harvest in the hummr blot? I am still the eastern electrician, with out tools,i.e. connections, there may be a porch with my name on it !
No,really, I mean it. I scrapped my name into the wood of the front step while
I scrapped up what I owed by living on the front porch as the better best guard dog, I never harassed the cats.That name was ZAP
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Bear with me??
Oculated , most likely the way I would describe raised values in the photograph.
Very like the adrenal ized half starved, dehydrated sight when one has toped out and is crabing across slab's and through brush.fast , racing the sun. Or my friend wth the band and his cup of tea.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I haven't always said this, but think I might begin always saying it:
If your life bores you, then go out and find one that doesn't;
or you can just stay at home and dream one up.
It's your choice.
Birdman.
Batman.
Liberace.
Elmore Leonardo Spock.
Jo Raquel Welch Tejada.
Purple Riders of the New Age.
Not everyone in a communal cell wishes for heaven,
Some know darn well that cell could be paradise by some yardsticks.
"Paradignms? Only twenty cents each. Cheap."Owner of a jewelry shop in Placerville and a face only a blind clockmaker could love.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 10, 2015 - 09:12am PT
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MFM,
Thank you for Scarlatti this morning. Lovely to listen while sorting papers.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 10, 2015 - 10:51am PT
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You're welcome, fae!Prefers cashews.
I really liked it that the Brave Mountaineer
did not become the Grave Mountaineer
and that he was using Blue Pig Dynamic Belay Ropes!
Thx, GOD!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 10, 2015 - 11:39am PT
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Change always happens
as we dream or if we dream
sleep crusting in eyes
Patiently waiting
for talent which never comes
he sleeps he succumbs
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
I don't know why nobody told you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Well...Look at you all![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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Mar 11, 2015 - 02:54am PT
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thanks, neebee!Portrait of Jo (La belle Irlandaise)
I saw Courbet a-standin' there as live as you or me.
I asked him who he really was: he pointed right at me.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 11, 2015 - 10:31am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 11, 2015 - 03:57pm PT
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conquistadors_(TV_series) -&- ]http://www.mexconnect.com/articles/670-la-malinche-unrecognized-heroine
Of course what one thinks of The demise of the Aztec civilization greatly colors the greatness or evil with which one filters the story.
Much more fascinating was the Nova tv episode of the city of Petra.[Click to View YouTube Video]
The link doesn't work?!
I was up all night the City of Petra, was on first,
Then in Celebration of women's month, the Glorification of Malenche, followed by the Cortes, episode of the
Conquistadores
The below is by the way of some translator program, of what zb says below I not sure if this was as it was 1st posted or changed along the way I was trying to translate it my self, but...
"for this Thursday Death Metal !!!!!!
Death Metal / Grindcore Mexical Pan de las Tunas
... Anarchy few want ,
peace the most ordered ,
and so with countries that are divided
Surely we will not see a better tomorrow
No more disgrace !!!!!!
naive that erased the past ...
... The end of the world is so close ,
more clear as water can not be
Judge and part of the master plan
Do not look at your enemy
you could be yourself
CADG
VIVA MEXICO CABRONES !!!!!! "
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 11, 2015 - 06:07pm PT
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para este Jueves de Muerte Metálica!!!!!!
Death Metal/Grindcore de Mexical Pan de las Tunas
...La anarquía unos pocos quieren,
la paz la pedimos la mayoría,
y así con los países que están divididos
Seguramente no veremos un mejor mañana
¡No mas desgracias!!!!!!
ingenuo el que a borrado el pasado...
...El fin del mundo esta tan cerca,
mas claro como el agua no se puede
Juez y parte del plan maestro
No mires a tu enemigo
que podrías ser tu mismo
CADG
¡VIVA MÉXICO CABRONES!!!!!!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old
A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose
Anyway, yo no soy marinaro/marijuano, soy capitan de Los Brujos
or
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=539369&tn=17100#msg2592821
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 11, 2015 - 07:06pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 11, 2015 - 10:41pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2015 - 11:33am PT
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Well, this calls for some DOUBLE BASS,
Some cats with SOUL to rock the place.
4 neebee the restless, who hipped me to Joe Bott the Robot this morning
[Click to View YouTube Video]Same duet of Rinat and Catherine performing Vanhal's DB concerto in D major.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt-bNf6h0tI
Botteschini was so appreciated by Verdi that he was given the job of conducting his brand new opera, Aida, at Cairo.
Although Verdi did not attend the premiere in Cairo, he was most dissatisfied with the fact that the audience consisted of invited dignitaries,
politicians and critics, but no members of the general public.
He therefore considered the Italian (and European) premiere, held at La Scala, Milan on 8 February 1872,
and a performance in which he was heavily involved at every stage, to be its real premiere.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2015 - 12:21pm PT
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Gnome, I'm tellin' ya, man...read Dylan's Chronicles I.
There's VanRonk aplenty.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Using only voice and ears.
No teleprompter.
No cards.
Just you.
And the other guy.
Convivially conversing.
Untwisting some words.
Softly lisping others.
All words that came before are now present.
All words to come are not yet spoken.
"Now wait just a second, mister..."
"No. Shut up and draw me a picture."
I watched this night before last. You might could find it a conversation piece. Gore Vidal was a brilliant conversationalist.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Billy spoke volumes with his pistols and his rifle.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 12, 2015 - 12:35pm PT
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I have the sense that i have failed to point out some important points,
or not.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I like it Old School!![Click to View YouTube Video] and I do try to listen to New sounds[Click to View YouTube Video] , but get sucked into old grooves,[Click to View YouTube Video] , T tull, Yes, P.Floyd, Killler Zeppelin Ike and Tina , Phunkadelic, Yellow man??
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 12, 2015 - 01:45pm PT
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hey there say, wow, mouse... great BASSic share, :)
as to good solid music...
hee hee, my facebook cat had a bassically great thank you for the
bassically small but tasty fish, in its bowl...
so, yep, it WAS a bass... ;)
got to go paint now, it is a nice day and sunshine, but still cold...
and, i got the fundraiser stuff sent to todd's so i got some good
solid chores, done, bassically... :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 12, 2015 - 05:40pm PT
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air guitar pffffft air drums (not ear drums, don't be a fool loan me a dollar)
Details at 11. Eleven what? You have to ask?
Dave VR, not unlike that thief Z-man, has also underwent an epiphany and was reborn, before he died, as Dave Van Gogh. Ask the Howl guy about Z-man's thievery. Ooops, he's dead too. Ungratefully so.
Ear-full?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 12, 2015 - 05:43pm PT
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The item Gnome posted about Hernan Cortes' GF, La Malinche, brought to mind the story of Jaguar Paw.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0472043/
Apocalypto. R.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr0L5iQFOIE
Mel Gibson from 2006, high quality, 7.8 rating.
No one can outrun their destiny, neither Savages nor Civilized Men.
"Ain't no difference 'tween the two."--Cocaine Blues
A few things about the movie are intriguing.
The rant delivered by the high priest at @ 1:00:00 and the rants delivered by der Fuhrer @ 80 years ago.
The crassness of living in a civilized environment among so many others, as many of we do,
rather than surrounded by the relative peacefulness of nature, as we were made to do.
A drought that persists so long that the civilization is brought to its knees--the Maya not the Aztecs.
This might have been fodder for a Shakespearean play, had the bard any knowledge of the ways of MesoAmerica, as he did of Greece and Rome.
The ending is a bit too Hollywood.
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Mar 12, 2015 - 10:23pm PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 12, 2015 - 10:58pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Thinking and oh palm to face, thumb to chin, in thinker pose, classic if the tumb ain't there do you think ?!
so don't take it hard awhile back post # 29 on the thread - L L tagged,
your sense of humor was thusly tested, and so having stepped to far, I'm sorry I apologize,
with out a thumb to chin, classic thinker pose.. . . (Of corse, course, chorus you think, DInk)
Cello's in the midst
( the Red 'Tag'; Zap with a# at the end of the tail... I used a similar tag mark way way back , skateboard dayz @'75 or so.)
It was a shock to see it here in a high school that I have never before been to although The story that Jim Morrison and the doors played here has some merit.
I used to call Alan Ginsberg Nic, and he bought me Ice-cream in the heat of the city summer.
Nicholas Rapshanack, It was in the early eighties. harmeless cavorting had attracted him to the corner park benches that some Goth kidz and a punk or two were always hangin' at back when Wendy-0- W was still around out front .
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 13, 2015 - 07:59am PT
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Ginsberg in addition to making those two appearances above at the Dylan show above and being a noted poet, was actually well ahead of his time in photo manipulation as you'll see here where he actually got Leary's head to spin like that gal in The Exorcist.
Cassady while maybe impressed, did not think it all that funny.
If you're collecting Allen Ginsberg autographs here's a free one for ya.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2015 - 08:15am PT
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Quasi Quid pro quo arranged, settled, sealed.
I think not, therefore I tag.
Were I a poor poet and had to spray my thoughts, a nice satin finish, not a gloss
Would be my preference.
A brush, some paint, some wine, and thee
Would do as well.
But nature's art hath no equal.
All shot within the last hour or so.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 13, 2015 - 08:16am PT
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Ya but what about the missing third photo you say.
Crazy about a Mercury.
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ElbowHornet
Boulder climber
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Mar 13, 2015 - 10:01am PT
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Hey There Say!!!!
How is this thread over 6000 posts? Unbelievable. Does anyone live close enough to Merced, swing by and put a pillow over Mouse's face for his own good?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2015 - 10:33am PT
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Pretty please?It is unbelievable.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 13, 2015 - 11:34am PT
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WTF, the infamous and apparently horny eHornet.
There's one (or two) in every crowd - Friday the Thirteenth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2015 - 11:53am PT
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Thinks it's a gadfly, but it's just an gnat-sized neebee wannabee.
Did you know that most health workers agree that the elbow is the body part most people fail to wash when taking a shower?
But Flames take an elbow in the ribs like old Josh in the New Testament: We forgive moronic n00bs seventy times seven.
Today's color for the "False Avatar Attack Probability" is now faint pink, kinda like a clean elbow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2015 - 03:44pm PT
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I thank the Gnome for the illustrations. I won't need much editorial space here and don't need any more pix.
Let me say simply that the Flames model is The Spectator, published in England early in the 18th C. for a short time by Richard STeele and Joseph Addison.
I admit this was not the case early on, but has come to be so, at least in my mind, over the last year especially, when I swore off of snide remarks and sought to find the positive in things and people. Snarkiness is okay on the regular forum, for the Roman Forum was indeed a wild and wooly place, as is ours, on occasion.
I feel as if I'm in a garret looking down on that ST forum. Things get said, fights erupt, but it's like a panoply of clouds, for the sky is always changing as well. All I need to do is to avert my eyes for a bit and watch the clouds. I can't possibly get mad at clouds. I do not get angry at the way things go on the forum, either, though at times it resembles the floor of the Circus or the Colosseum.
Addison and STeele had some of the nastiest folks of the time with whom they dealt, apparently. The lightweight, almost bantering tone of critics here doesn't call for much in the way of retaliation...people get bored, frustrated, and hate to see things change, so the teeth are bared, things are said, names are called, and disharmony and choss reighn, along with poor spelling, horrible grammar, and some charmingly original epithets.
I stand on the shoulders of giants.
I play the sedulous ape.
Steele and Addison share the mirth
With every succeeding jape.
They also named a street in Berkeley for Addison.
Remington STeele is direct descendant of Richard STeele.
Aims
In Number 10, Mr. Spectator states that The Spectator will aim "to enliven morality with wit, and to temper wit with morality". He hopes it will be said he has "brought philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools, and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and coffee–houses". He recommends that readers of the paper consider it "as a part of the tea-equipage" and set aside time to read it each morning. The Spectator sought to provide readers with topics for well-reasoned discussion, and to equip them to carry on conversations and engage in social interactions in a polite manner. In keeping with the values of Enlightenment philosophies of their time, the authors of The Spectator promoted family, marriage, and courtesy.
--Wikipaedea
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/558792/The-Spectator
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2015 - 06:11pm PT
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Yep, it's all or nothing on a thread about nothing. Thx for the cheers, Dingus.
It's opening day in MLB pre-season play, a perfect day, Friday the thirteenth.
So we'll just kick back and watch the clouds on this beautiful opening day at Mickey Mantle, home of the Middle Earth Mousketeers.
We're hosting the Seattle Snickering Seven plus Two and the score in the bottom of the ninth, is nothing=nothing, if you can believe that.
It's been a defensive battle, a pitcher's duel, a hitter's graveyard.
We'll maybe catch you up on the action, if any, but it's looking like a Mexican stand-off.
Seriously. Pitching for the home team, Speedy Gonzales. Pitching for the visitors, Ron Gomez, one of the Plus Two, Chuck Cochrane being the other. He's gone hitless, struck out twice.
Pix taken this aft.
http://scores.espn.go.com/mlb/scoreboard
Jerry Seinfeld/Jerry and the Mets or Magic Loogie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBz3PqA2Fmc
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Mar 13, 2015 - 06:30pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
What could Il Duce, See , from Prison In Gran Sasso?
CLOUDS
The hotel that was serving as a makeshift prison was located on top of Gran Sasso, a 6000-foot high mountain located about 80 miles northeast of Rome.
Benito*Amilcare *Andrea Mussolini
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 13, 2015 - 07:26pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 13, 2015 - 07:44pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Veneta show is a pretty good concert and interesting historical document.
Here's a piece of it. I know, but won't we all be missed when we're gone.
Plant acid with UV-B, gonna harvest wind.
-Black Peter
[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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Mar 13, 2015 - 07:51pm PT
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Just when you thought climbing content didn't count much here...
along comes Bullwinkle to save the day, as Rocket J. Squirrel has the week off, as if he'd have any climbing content to share, anyway. Stuck on wing-suiting, he is.
Let's thank Dean using only our hands and our feet and any other body part you'd care to use.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 07:48am PT
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What's the proper torque setting on those fasteners and, more importantly, how often are they checked? You only need think back to the ballad of Mussolini and Hitler to grasp what too much pressure can do to the workings of things.
Cat heads, fish heads, catfish heads, but no fishcat heads. Think about it.
Goat heads, yeah, they're OK in soup, but they don't fit the story line here.
Potheads? OK, I get it now, Robbie.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 07:57am PT
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Well Zarathustra spake thusly
“Where you want this killin’ done?”
God said, “Out on Highway 99”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2015 - 08:54am PT
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Gnome, for God's sake, you should've asked yourself, "What does this say about laterite?"
Not a damn thing.
This is interesting, though, because I had no idea where they made those Bose speakers.
Conclusions
In this study, the soil-forming processes and environmental
significance of the vermiculated red soils
(VRS) at Bose and Xuancheng were addressed based
on micromorphological, mineralogical and chemical
approaches. The results indicate three major forming-stages
of the VRS, i.e. formation of a red soil matrix,
development of the white veins due to iron depletion,
and formation of the juxtaposed latter textural
features due to alternating temperate-subtropical
soil-forming processes. Formation of the white veins is
crucial for the vermiculated characteristics of the VRS.
The white veins represent a strength extreme of the
East Asian summer monsoon. During the formation of
the VRS, the vast regions south of the Yangtze River
were under the control of summer monsoon throughout
the year. The wide spread geographic characteristics of
the VRS are mainly attributable to this specific climate
interval. However, good drainage of the parent materials
is also necessary for VRS development.
According to the available chronology, pedo-stratigraphy
and climato-stratigraphy data, the VRS in
southern China are timely correlative with the S4 and
S5 soils in the Loess Plateau region. Formation of the
white veins in the VRS should primarily correlate with
the development of S5-1 in northern China loess and a
climate extreme would be closely linked with the
changes in the strength of NADW (whatever the hell that is).
[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Now that's some magic mushroom."
Thanks, Mark Hudon.
And the Walls fell, one by one.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 09:41am PT
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From Biblioteca del Congreso (verbatim)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2015 - 11:27am PT
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Playing oboe in a symphony orchestra and surfing...complementary pursuits?
Or wearing a wet-suit while playing oboe in a symphony orchestra...too punk?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 11:54am PT
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You shoulda been here this morning. They had a whole orchestra playing in the pit.
♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪♪♫♬♪♫♪
Is that a Hohner Melodica? Anybody got an E harmonica?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bruce (don't call me z) Brown is rumoured to have turned down Neal Young because he wanted to be paid.
Back on the boardwalk
there's Moe the Sleaze
Sells good things
and aims to please
He's almost even but
he doesn't mind a handout.
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.
[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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Mar 14, 2015 - 12:59pm PT
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Jimmy was a race car driver.
But Tommy was the cat.[Click to View YouTube Video]Riding on the shoulder of a climbing Chinese diplomat.
Bounty Hunters
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GuWlktqQg0
A lo largo de todo el mundo, los pro surfers Taj Burrow, Andy Irons,
Bruce Irons, Kelly Slater, Shane Dorian, Mikala Jones, Mick Fanning,
entre otros, surfean las distintas olas en lugares como Tahiti,
Hawaii, Hossegor, Australia...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2015 - 02:42pm PT
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It could be Blind Topic, the new game introduced by Gnome today.
Pretty cute idea.
This should take a few minutes of your time. I found several grains of truth in this supplement to an article in a publicaton by an organization of agronomists.
History of Dryland Wheat Farming/Inland Pacific NW, WITH IMAGES!!
http://www.agronomy.org/publications/aj/articles/100/Supplement_3/S-166
Skip to the Conclusion for the nutshell.
Merced went through some of the changes that the NW farmers experienced, except here the farmers relied on mules for the most part, not on horses.Here's to Sal.[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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Mar 14, 2015 - 03:35pm PT
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Petra's cool.
So's Choss Creek, Idontno.
Maybe I know more than you might think that I know, but I don't, I'm pretty certain.
Never been to Petra, but I've been to Soledad.
It happens to be near Pinnacles but not like RIGHT THERE!
I've been BY San Quentin but didn't bother to stop...not much of a view and I didn't know anyone there.
Albert A. Bennett (1825-1890)
Albert A. Bennett was born in Schoharie, New York, on July 26, 1825. At sixteen he apprenticed as a carpenter and joiner under his brother William in Stamford, Connecticut. After working in the trades for two years, he returned home to study architecture under his brother-in-law, Orson Phelps. In 1846 Bennett moved to Montgomery, Alabama, where he was involved in building the Alabama State Capitol.
He came to San Francisco in 1849 to practice architecture and building. Within a year he relocated to Sacramento.
From 1850 to 1876 Bennett resided in Sacramento, where he built the Odd Fellows's Temple, the Golden Eagle Hotel, and the Arcade County Hospital. He served as State Architect from 1876 to 1883, working on the State Capitol Building and prison projects at San Quentin and Folsom.
Returning to private practive in San Francisco in 1883, Bennett and his partner, John M. Curtis, prepared plans for courthouses in Santa Rosa and Eureka.
Bennett designed many other early California buildings, including the Mechanic's Art College at Berkeley and courthouses in Yolo, Stanislaus, Merced, Tulare, Kern and Fresno counties. Bennett's Fresno County Courthouse (1874), albeit much expanded and altered over the ensuring century, remained in use until 1966, when it was torn down despite vigorous public outcry. His Merced County Courthouse stands to this day in the city of Merced, and is open to the general public as a regional history museum.
While en route to Europe in 1890, Bennett became ill in New York and retreated to the Catskill Mountains to recuperate. After his health improved, Bennett started to return to California but died in Philadelphia in December 1890. Written by John Edward Powell
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 14, 2015 - 03:36pm PT
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Such Treatment and a not to veiled hint at a disability Says-a here, that it is Alberts birthday He needs somethe Hydrant yellow does not go. . it is to vidrent, what rhymes with Hydrant.... flank steak marinated now must be sliced thin. . . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 14, 2015 - 04:13pm PT
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In the mythical town of Dirt, off the beaten track, is a restaurant called DirtBagger's.
Their menu is mostly solid food.
I stopped, but you know these out-of-the-way food joints...
I had these from the a la wheelbarrow menu.
main course - xeric hyplocalsquid - rubber chicken
soup course - gaspacho petroargid - needed less salt, more water
salad course - typic aquisalad - not very fresh, wilted, in fact
lots of crackers - Waverlys, Wheat Thins, and pinon nuts
dessert course - duripan flambe - made with substitute laterite
I had to buy bottled water, no biggie, but it was tepid.
The place had a "vibe" all its own, though; and I found donini's name was etched into the men's room mirror.
I got back in the Vee and got the hell out of Dirt.
The so-called "lonliest road," Hwy. 50.
"Crunchy-creamy-cookie-candy-cupcake. Okay everybody, let's take it from the top!"--Rango
[Click to View YouTube Video]No man can walk out on his own story.
And from Apocalypto, No man can escape his destiny.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 04:24pm PT
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If it makes both Leary and Burroughs smile, I'm on board (aren't all surfers in some fashion on board though?). However, my internet utilization has come under scrutiny lately. Is there an abridged version of the rules of the game?
Either Hunter Thompson or Robert Hunter, it's all the same to me, but nothing happens when I click.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 10:10pm PT
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An observant viewer will notice that Linda did not turn her back on the audience. She did get a little sideways. Everybody knows that Tennessee is different from California, no? Ain't no place I'd rather be.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hohner, naw, Emmons
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 14, 2015 - 10:25pm PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 15, 2015 - 07:50am PT
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The thing that seemed important to say escapes when I check in first,
A picture credited to ?? Babyramdass?. Never looked but never saw that before!
That is neither Thompson or Hunter but that Hunter is not the other three are dead,
Back to add have you seen what is left of the girl named heights posts on the
Obscure rock in Nevada thread it was sweet pathos till she hit the delete key.
It included peek a bo butt shot in black tie on lace,
among other straight pics of the kid and herself, always in shilloette ,
she showed some climbing knowledge or at least some JTree pics,
When some one said to put a taco on the panty shot
she lost it, as she misunderstood what was being said.
that is what caught her she thought that a Taco was the female body part,
I was and still am laughing.....
IT is not that sweet a spot..
. I must not get started, but I just can't . . .
Stop . . . . . .it smells like twa.....taco. . . . . bad pork taco,
NO FISH!
Still never had a fish taco?. . . .'(100%4 letter) Khuntt remember!
ALL STOP
My apologies that is not okay is it fun or funny should it go away?, I hate to delete. But that
puberty thing is coming on strange
What is strange is second was dropped from the first time that second puberty thing is. . . .
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iMany of us have climbed by ourselves for years ,decades,
(TOP ROPE SOLO,'closed loop' ,Pulley to clamp,second cord backup)
No Fatal Phukups that I can thinkof ever hearing about.
Then in just a few short years really top flight long toothed climbers getting' the chop?
so sad to hear it and I wish I had said this Last week, Last month, In 2011!!
The ability to climb by one self does not indicate that one should climb by oneself!
There was just a st00pid thread that was scary in a way that,
No One said Boo about how Unforgiving a screw up,
alone , solo, by one's self, third class,
any others, oh yeah,
'Stupid Unroped, Dead Humane tricks, SUDHT,
or the sound of your body landing in the talus, raptor food.
IS.
(Where Was I going with this? I better check it. Check in, and have another Stelazine, any of the 'zines) ,
oh that was it,
' have to rant about what was written in the Climbing Magazine Climbing,
It said out right ( I siht you not) that Bob "Cats' the guy with the gym in Boulder, was the first to drill pockets in wood to make a hang board!!
Please,
Well before the 1890s, 'Health&Fitness' trend that brought us the first athletics for health,
there was Fell walking and Climbing.
Indoors, that was then exampled by the infamous Peg Board.
The first time that Stan beat Larry with th the pegs in the gym was the day
that Brian, Peter and Jimmy stuck two fingers in the holes and pulled up!!
Candaleria my azz!
I choked on a lasty when i read that!
not that I am gonna do anything to challenge the stencher statement,
Que the Phill Oachs,[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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Mar 15, 2015 - 09:40am PT
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http://www.tommygunner.com/pages/guns4sale/
Hunter S. Thompson chose the Thompson for hunting buffalo.
He got more bull for the buck.
He never killed cows, just bulls.
He was a dear hunter at heart.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thompson_submachine_gun
.45s pack a wallop...known as man-stoppers, the cartridge was developed for the pistol used in fighting the Moros in the Philippines, from what I've been told.
The Moros would charge the US troops and THEY KEPT ON COMING after they'd been plugged several times by bullets from smaller caliber handguns. And so the Army handed out the .45s and the cartridge was plentiful, so why not make a faster delivery system?
On Saturday nights you can't find a deal on .45s, but you can find specials on compact smaller-caliber weapons.
I want you to know that this is the closest I've come to the Gun Debate Sandbox, or any other general discussion of firearms. I'm a peace guy, not a piece guy, but almost all, or a great majority of, American males have been indoctrinated in gun lore simply by being Americans.
There's a line one needs to draw in this case.
Personal use or not?
Gun ownership or not?
I have nothing to do with them, unlike my two brothers.
I'm too Berkeley, huh? Never, when it comes to human life.
I'm one of those sheep who will be slaughtered when the Chinese come for us.
I really like war movies, westerns, gangster films, and even got hooked into watching ESPN's Starshot several times.
And just last night I watched an excellent shoot-out in Kevin Costner's Open Range, with our old pard from To Kill a Mockingbird, Robert Duvall.
If happiness is a warm gun, and if happiness runs in a circular motion as Donovan insists, then who wouldn't be happy owning a Tommy Gun, a French Sweeper, a French Broom, a Chicago Typewrtiter, a Chicago Piano, a Chicago Style, a Chopper, just like George Francis Kelly?
I mean one of the old models with the classic cylindrical magazine, or drum. All I ever got was one of these seven-dollar Saturday Morning Specials, so I guess I was never TRULY HAPPY.
Of course, nineteen out of twenty will take an AK over a Tommy. But will they be happy? Seriously happy?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
To me it would be like marrying a brunette after years of lusting after the idea of blondes being more sexy.
Or settling for a fish taco instead of the real thing.
Gnome, I always get around to the topic, sooner or later.
Don't delete a f*#king thing, bud.
What's in your ammo box?
And Is it half-full or is it half-empty?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 15, 2015 - 10:10am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Following the Carnage of man iz becoming routine It is easier than trying to grasp my feelings as toward Ram Dass, - [Click to View YouTube Video] -
The best of the most wasted and wasted time That I have spent Repeatedly I wonder who
Pete is (well not) but i digress,
I would wake up in parking lots, Lots of times I states Of distress,
from dehydration etc., to much of this or that,
and if it was at 'Shows' then the girls and boyz from Seva might and would help,
If it was in the dust, of the dirty road, then often there was no one to give counsel,
just the stars and my own breath, the memories of climbing, and soreness.
I know a little about the hokum too though so
HHmm Ram Dass In the Pure, Or the tortured truth of Parking lot death?
[Click to View YouTube Video] Nothing makes up for pollution, but these are Gems, Jewels that should be Polished Now, look over them and see for thine own self some of it drools but most rules, our tribe...
can we schedule in a stroke, or going broke?
well then it would be no fun,
Mr Spock died in? ventura? Vain? Spain?
no thats Sharma,
back on the iippE with one less Eye, you know i want to say
some thing bumb son ...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 15, 2015 - 10:38am PT
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Let's stay out of the blood baths for a while.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 15, 2015 - 10:46am PT
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When you're smiling, it is said that the whole world smiles with you, when yhou're on the hunt it can get kinda lonely.
Don't be a grouch.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 15, 2015 - 11:50am PT
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Feel free to express yourself today, anyone.
Any pet peeves, pet problems, or petulance with regard to anything...wait, what does petulant mean again?
Yeah, okay.
Never mind, go post on First World Problems or to a politard thread.
We'll stick with cars and everything else here.
Lately I've read some of Elmore Leonard's westerns. They are a break from the hours of meticulous research, the back-breaking labor of scanning, and the mind-numbing task of editing photos.
Not to mention keeping this Bounce House organized.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 15, 2015 - 12:42pm PT
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Nice day for a stroll.
I'm going to go take a turn or two around the block(s).
Get out of this kindergarten for a bit.
Here's one for Jan. [Click to View YouTube Video]
"She may know this one, Dean."
Call me a "square," but I'd never heard it until zBrown posted it some time ago, or another of Chuck Wlllis' strolls.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 15, 2015 - 02:43pm PT
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As a rule I try to post up,
Today not so muc.
The reasons matter but the list also does too
Ram Jam, Black Betty,early '70 house party 'style' video
Then two other versions by ZZTop & Sheryl Crow,
Then
I Would Rather Go Blind,
By four different artists,
Rod Stewert+Santana, Layla Zoe in Germany, Laura Fuchs at BBKings NYC,
Chicken Schack's version from the '60's
Samantha Fish [Click to View YouTube Video]two versions of spell on me 2013 Atlantic Blues fest. Rockford Main
(white blouse) & 1/31/14 Red blouse,
Fleet wood Mac, Oh Well '69 UK performance in black and white
then Sheryl Crow, Zeppelin Cover, Rock & Roll,that & with the stones lick it tour, Honkey Toni women
Buddy Guy with the kid Quinn Sullivan live from Red Rocks, strange brew plus Clapton riffs
2012?? Santana with. Peter Green Black Magic Women,
Sam fish band( yellow dress) Runaway.
Peter Green early Fleetwood Mac, solo black & white,
World keep On Turning, luck would have it[Click to View YouTube Video] and If that wasn't enough. there is also a version that is better with a stand in by Donna
Any thoughts, z do you
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I think that Les still owes me some shows!! I can't let go.[Click to View YouTube Video]..Not Jerry - 10/5/1989[Click to View YouTube Video] have i got that right? a rockin' version Music Mnt or some '80s show ...
Not Parish but Big, Rhode Island size, if that is a surprise then this is not your worry but ifn' ya know, then hear me, Leave me out of that show, I know nothing, - Schultz to Captain Klink, - Nothing, I see Nothing, Whoz still alive for starters, but lets not start I do not know any one anyway.
Love to tell more but then you'd have to have me hold a lamp at the end of a certain southern driveway,
Oh the dreams I have to take the Kids to the Valley
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 15, 2015 - 04:49pm PT
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Some fool poked the F12 function key on my computer and thereby deleted my carefully crafted Mickey Thompson post. I'm not naming Goodwin, but it certainly seems suspicious.
Hi-Tec Guru? ... pfffffffffffffft ... Weren't you using protection?
This'll provide the flavor, if not the meat and potatoes of the thing.
By LINDA DEUTSCH - Associated Press - Tuesday, October 28, 2014
LOS ANGELES (AP) - A lawyer for a man convicted of murdering auto racing great Mickey Thompson and his wife urged a California appellate court panel on Tuesday to overcome distaste for defendant Michael Goodwin and reverse his case.
Defense attorney Gail Harper said there was insufficient evidence at Goodwin’s trial to tie him to the killings in 1988 in suburban Los Angeles.
“Mr. Goodwin is an angry man and he’s kind of a jerk,” she said. “But being a jerk is not a crime.”
Mr. & Mrs. Thompson were killed in 1988, the same year I moved to La Crescenta. A friend and former neighbor is friends with Mr. Thompson's son in an un-named location.
It is possible to shoot a gun before you touch it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 15, 2015 - 05:48pm PT
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Hey there you slay me zBrown!
I had to re-do once this morning after building a post for a half-hour.
The same fool that hit your F12 showed up here and made me lose the WRONG WINDOW. I can't blame the new computer mouse, it's some other tool, fool, or K-8 drop-out.
Maybe MooseDrool.
But it happens and all you can do is try, try, try because you can can can.
(A big thank you to the ever-lurking neebee.)
I had a question for Gypsy, but forgot it; so forget it. Hello, Asheville Gal, long as I'm thinking about you.
Trying to lighten things up:[Click to View YouTube Video]
But then sh#t happens to darken things because.......
Happiness runs circularly. [Click to View YouTube Video]Haight to say it, but I never really enjoyed the HA but three times out of many visits, and that was well before '69.
It's not that anyone really bought the farm, they just moved over to Marin and down to Santa Cruz, many of these children of love. But they ended up all over, really.
Some transplanted to Berkeley, and it's strange, but lots of new hippie stock seemed to have arrived from neighboring towns and the valley towns in SF in the early seventies.
So this is to show you that it's not good to make generalizations.
Avoid them at all costs. Nine out of ten scientists recommend it.
I had a senior moment, couldn't recall what or who I wanted to mention.
Ram Dass. He and I only ever met up once, and we didn't converse, but he lectured, preached, stoked, and joked (Baba may have cracked a funny...it's been about 44-45 yrs) at an ashram in the Mission.
Pete Donohoe lived in SF, Larry Moore and I took my van and cruised down from the Valley and spent the night and went to this gathering. Never been to another ashram since, just haven't had that opportunity.
It was, shall I say, a "vibrant" experience. I'll leave it at that and just say "warm and fuzzy on a foggy day." It was memorable, but I've spoken of it before, so...
That's all.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 15, 2015 - 07:34pm PT
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I may be goin' snake-eyed, but that gal doesn't appear to have any shoes on. Is it safe to diddley bow barefoot?
Al Franken? Naw. Al Fresca.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 15, 2015 - 10:32pm PT
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Hey there say, folks.
Coyote alert for the Eastern Madera foothills...
They've been sighted in the vicinity of Oakhurst, according to our correspondent in Mushigon, Miskegan.
It's a long ways from California but news spreads fast.
I hope this goes viral, brujo, el curandero grande.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2015 - 08:08am PT
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The News snaked quickly down the old '99. Cafe alert in San Diego.
Do rattlesnakes attack coyotes? Do coyotes fear rattlesnakes?
Rattlesnake tacos, sure - las tenemos
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2015 - 08:17am PT
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Not a diamond in the rough. The author titles this one: A Diamondback in my Garden. Sorry no music supplied. Try Lucy in the Sky with Diamondbacks. (Careful scrutiny reveals that the author goes by "the blonde coyote".
Words to the wise or maybe from the wise. As Vanilla Ice used to say word to your mother.
A few weeks ago, my neighbors’ rhodesian ridgeback was bitten by a rattlesnake right on the nose and when she began having trouble breathing and drinking, they rushed her to the vet. Their vet did not recommend antivenin (often mistakingly called antivenom) because a lot of dogs have a severe reaction to the antivenin itself. It’s also really expensive: $500-1,000 a dose depending on the size of the dog. Instead they gave her IV fluids, antibiotics and pain meds and kept her for 36 hours of observation. Their bill was $400.
$400 is actually amazing. Overnighters for dogs at some other local vets can run up to nearly $2000.
Do dogs get medicare? Do they fear the political philosophy in it's inherent socialism? Ask Vanilla Ice (when he gets out of jail).
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2015 - 08:46am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2015 - 09:58am PT
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"Coyotes" of several different stripes.
Just as there is more than one species of zebra (plains, mountain, & Grevy's) the humble coyote comes in many guises and is known to be a trickster among Native Americans.
Silicone Valley
wildlife corridor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coyote_Valley
tiny municipality
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coyote,_California
You've never taken the off-ramp to Coyote, California, have you? Nor have I. Morgan Hill's gas station restrooms are RIGHT THERE and you don't lose much time in travelling Hwy 101.
I recall that at one time, it was on the Butterfield Overland, and we were might glad to have that pee break. They carried the Overland Males and Females on that stage, but the stage station in Coyote had just the one outhouse, slowing the Overland Mail somewhat.
John Fahey/101 Is a Hard Road to Travel (but not if you got the tuning change down with a raga named Pat)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfqfaplJmBI
COYOTE (Call Off Your Old Tired Ethics)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COYOTE
http://www.windycitymediagroup.com/gay/lesbian/news/ARTICLE.php?AID=32883
Coyotes are shy animals, but not to be confused with the adaptable chayote, a gourd vine which is native to Mexico but which has spread out in its range in all directions.
I've never tried the chayote, and I've never been to a...the Hookers' Ball, nor have I stopped in Coyote.
Three strikes. I'm out.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2015 - 10:42am PT
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I love the movie Little Big Man...I have a "thang" for Kelly Jean Peters, who played Jack Crabb's sister, Olga.
I go all "snake eyed" about her. Such a natural gal, if a little pushy.
So I'm googling away after seeing the clip zBrown posted above, and find this web page.
http://mash.wikia.com/wiki/Kelly_Jean_Peters
It tells me of her most recent movie appearance in 2001's Killer Bud which I never heard of till now...and won't seek it out after watching the trailer.
I got to wondering about the thread Smoke Weed Every Day as a result. Well, it's history. We all knew it was just a matter of time.
Really fun thread while it lasted, the Larry.
like the coyote
weed threads make their appearance
and don't last till fall
the deer come eat them
the admin sprays Paraquat
but it's just a weed
I went all red eyed
but not from some tears I cried
smoke weed whenever
I definitely don't want pizza.
A toasted PBJ sandwich sounds appetizing, though.
Escapismo: Takin' the family to the Valley AND the beach.
California's Big Red Dogs welcome you!
Pig Pen Sings at Sing-Sing/Easy Wind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa9kWiiuV_s
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2015 - 11:40am PT
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Like Custer always said, approximately, "it's good for your goonads".
John Hammond did music for Little Big Man (I don't know if he did it all).
Never had much luck tracking any of it down until today.
Looky_here
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj4en6_little-big-man-1970-music-by-john-hammond_music
I got it now Robbie, may put this onto the Utube.
There is a vinyl soundtrack with a lot of talking mixed, but no straight music version. Mike Bloomfield play on it too.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Mar 16, 2015 - 01:49pm PT
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]x`Kind Hazy On purpose... So long to 'Every day' Still at the 'all ones' ; Eleven ,Eleven, and 4/20 if
'moke 'em If you got 'em!!
Thanx to the stars that let it dada a round as long as it did - alls well that it is gone
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It was fun and a harmless thing as thurchingly, we travel to un done Esinger Foolishness....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2015 - 06:34pm PT
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Blow me down, Gnome!
Just minutes ago I'd been listening to the playlist for the CD Deadicated and it came to a long interview, his LAST, with Jerry.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
We are on a ship of fools, are we not, my fellow argonauts?
Two fools and their dog: Bevin's Brooklyn bunch--sweetheart Dara and the china doll, Macy, in elf costume.
They did all the work, including collaborating on a seasonal poem, sewing the costume, and designing the production--and then forgot to order the cards for their Christmas card list!
They just sent them out, maybe a record for late posting; but who knows?
"Because it's never a bad time to let people know you love them."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2015 - 06:59pm PT
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Still kinda gripes me that they excluded Dwight from this one. Apparently only Bob Weir had any formal ballet training.
Aoxomoxoa photo shoot at Rancho Olompali: Bob Weir, Ken Babbs (?), Bill Kreutzmann, Phil Lesh, Jerry Garcia, Tom Constanten, Mickey Hart, Ron "Pigpen" McKernan, with photographer Tom Weir in the foreground.
Rancho Olompali was a 8,877-acre (35.92 km2) Mexican land grant in present day Marin County, California given in 1843 by governor Manuel Micheltorena to Camilo Ynitia, son of a Coast Miwok chief.
Camilo Ynitia [he didn't claim to be no daisy] was the son of Chief Olompali, who led a tribe of Miwoks in Marin. He was born in a mountainous region of Marin, near San Pablo Bay, but he was raised at Mission San Rafael. He had two daughters with his first wife, Cayetana, who died in 1850 after a fall from her horse. Before he died, he married Susana Maria and, according to legend, buried saddlebags full of gold (from his sale of land to Black) in the hills of his ranch.
Upon his death in 1856, rumor spread that robbers searching for his gold had murdered him. The details of his death are unknown, however.
The name Olompali comes from the lost Coast Miwok language and likely means southern village or southern people, states the state park's brochure. It has been in existence since 500 A.D. or nearly 2,000 years. It was a major Miwok center in 1,200 A.D. and seems to have been one of the largest in Marin County.
orale pito wilson
¿dónde está puto wilson
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2015 - 07:20pm PT
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Inside this room is every single person
who has ever produced actual credible evidence that
evolution is a lie,
global warming is a hoax,
T. rex lived with humans,
aliens built the pyramids,
chem-trails are real,
the world is only 6,000 years old,
vaccines don’t work,
dinosaurs didn’t exist,
psychics actually have psychic power,
astrology is real,
the sun revolves around the earth,
or that the earth is either flat or hollow.
--T. roll
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 16, 2015 - 09:16pm PT
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HoHoHo
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 17, 2015 - 02:58am PT
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Have been waiting for it
like the other shoe to drop, Evel was a trip ?
and in increments thought it best. . .
To tell z who I was,
small, short, and not long with the show
I am self sure cocky, I,who was the short stranger
Never cared if you thought I was cool that's not my trip
Some would have been better to stay outa' my trip,
I am and was not cool in the eyes of fools. N Cool catz
I had to rise and fall to the beat of my own drummer,
How many drummers in the circle ?
If that putz a hat on me, oh well,
I was a climbing fool, on tour with fun but split objectives,
Goals across the west e tours - gatwet, when it rains it pours,
Red rocks Boulder, was the best as always returning,
not Vegas, there was one show I saw in Vegas and I think I may have slept,??
True that goin' public with namze and schist is uncool,
I know, better than to think that anything that I was in on measures up to TopPro
You are right that by telling I wear a hat but I do not know you or who you know ? So that smokes good put it in your pipe and smoke it
By the way if I bother you, sorry,but boy, do you slap n' spit!
It is raw out today and raw in
I had hoped to trapese out to picture rock in flat light, no vertices, no vertical shadows from trees, and crisp light contrasting failing snow and darker grey (wet) rock, hope I get it done
Happy St Patrick's Day!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2015 - 03:51am PT
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That's so poppra, as they say on daytime TV in another place.
Nobody sez it here in the land of Big Red Dogs.
We are not all big dogs.
Confusyu say, "It's not the size of the dog on the high board, it's the height of the high board above the pool."
Aphorismic rehearsal #1.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Truism: "Big dogs can't jump like smaller dogs."
But watch out for the splash.
Aphorismic rehearsal #2.[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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Mar 17, 2015 - 04:45am PT
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I am of Irish descent by way of my great-grandfather who came here in the late 19th C. I'm a mongrel who'd like to THINK I have more Irish in me, but it's the information which was or wasn't passed down about WHO my forbears were that has determined my "origin."
I could as easily have been, and I guess I am now that I'm thinking of it, Swedish from the Larsons, of whose origins I'm barely aware--they came from Sweden, settled in Idaho, that's all I know.
It's the name itself which is traced, though. I realize this, but it's chauvinistic.
Nonetheless, this is my great-grandfather, Thomas Bermingham.
Native of County Galway, Ireland.
When Irish mice are dreaming all the world seems bright and gay...
It's St. Patrick's Day, it's St. Patrick's Day.
While the cat's away let's play IRA.
We'll send Old Tom a litter bomb
Address a nasty virus to Tom.com
We'll fix a bell on his collar with big rubber bands
We'll kit-nap his kindle and then make demands
When British cats are screaming for blood the very next day...
http://blog.mercierpress.ie/ernie-o-malley-the-singing-flame/#sthash.WLBzkPHw.dpbs
http://www.ernieomalley.net/
Special Friends outtake:[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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Mar 17, 2015 - 05:49am PT
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A short chapter on animals in YV.
Lifted from a book--Gabriel Sovulewski by Fernando Pena, Quaking Aspen Books, 2011.
A brief summary of the mountain lion as top predator (narrated by the same smarmy guy we all loathe)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iH1lFNSUOA
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 17, 2015 - 06:39am PT
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this took for ever to find I knew i had it but to find it was as poor as this and to have searched and used up all my allotted time,
Mixing it up siczzo., style
any who that is how I have to, and have, too. And, have two left, to so that is why I am the way that gets some bigs going after me. Like you rightly point out it's not the falling that Kills ya' - - It Is the Stopping.
How high from the water is as important as is How deep the water is...
This one always gets away. It sits in many of the same places, screeches when it should be quite, and has a habit of these very low flights
nuff
shoulda' never played it that way
The saga of that familie, no typo, (what adventures,!) that are mixed with many Kindz of tea, so, is I think, fair Game. They maybe fun to tell. The thing is that well received or not, they are about a deadhead and a climber with close ties to the Band.
As to my parts in it, they are my High water marks, in the wasted deadhead game. It was Very High, until it was Low to zero and stopping for me. the band kept playing on. And so will I
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OR NOT!!
When In a Hole Stop Digging Eh?!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2015 - 08:04am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 17, 2015 - 12:42pm PT
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Only 'cause I liked it a lot and cuck has been aol since saying he hurt his back and I still care I like His Poetry too!
this was you to him... oh no now I have forgotten when 12/14/14??
p on m horrid zontals
i m n ur corner
just lie back
say what it takes
2 live a little longer as a u knit
but like any think
my wordsworth is nothing
not even too sense
don't please let's go to the dogs tonight, alexandra fuller o k?
in her book the family handles their mother's alcoholism and insanity with the same stoicism they handle any other misfortune, though they do occasionally compare themselves to families with normal mothers, clean swimming pools, home baking and children free of worms. The title is taken from a line by the writer and humorist a p herbert, 'don't let's go to the dogs tonight, for mother will be there'
i double dog dare u 2 finish what u started
but only f u wanna
u control the horrid zontals of what's gnu
u control the vivid verdigris of old love
its patina comes from age
raisin kids are wrinkled only when they dry out
u could make some fine wine from ur grapes of wrather-do-that-than-this
or it could turn into vinegar
but u'll never find doubt
f u throw in the ghost
i have lived with a wife of regret
i have not (so i tell mice elf) lived a life of regret
i'm here but not hole
nothing might please me more
to have said i staid
the course was laid
and i've paid and paid and paid
flushing is o k in n j
u can hold it
u have a drunk poet's bladder
read b tween the lines on my face
and climb up my nose
go into my brian
and then start pryin'
loose all the or u need
or is the crux of deciding
while ur itching to fly
the bairns will hae groaned
and the spows will hae moaned
and maybe u'll get boned
sometime :)
or ?
horrorizons r there 4 several reasons...they keep the black dogs from ...
horrorizons r there 4 several reasons...they keep the black dogs from ur sight. but u can still smell the shite from horny toes (picturated)
Credit: mouse from merced
the n
p s thanks for the peerage
how noble of u
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2015 - 09:55pm PT
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It's plain to see that Windex is called for.
My glasses Rx has never been quite what I wanted, also.
And I'm older than that now, so I know better than to try to slip anything past you, brujo.
The joke is on all of us, too--Randy, Larry, myself, Jim, and Clint.
Did you ever see the Jeremy Irons film, Reversal of Fortune?
It has nothing to do with why the slides were reversed.
At least that's been cleared up.
I've left a call-back number with Dershowitz and with Belli's office.
So, GO AHEAD AND SUE ME, AZZHAT!
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And I'll see your Reefer Head Woman with this song, The Weed Smoker's Dream, brujo me bucko! Arrgh!
[Click to View YouTube Video]You got Hot Tuna,
I got Smokin' Hot Tuna.
You got Vesuvius,
I got Chimborazo.
You got Captain Nemo,
I got Captain Crunch.
You got shirts,
I got skinz.
You got Gnome,
I got Dick Ellsworth.
That is, if you'd rather settle in half-court.
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