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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 17, 2013 - 11:31pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 11:39pm PT
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An oversight, Guido.
Three climbers in search of SOMETHING!
They just gotta get it first!
And who wanted Joe K? Los rinches!
Misspent youth.They never let it go, Joe.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 17, 2013 - 11:42pm PT
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Are you sure of the attribution on that photo. It looks strangely reminicent of this, which I think was staged. Frankie Avalon, Fabian and god knows who - their hair is perfect.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 11:43pm PT
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Mea culpa!
"You had me at Dolt!"
Not my words, folks...
Hempel's a godly sort, anything's possible.
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Captain...or Skully
climber
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Apr 17, 2013 - 11:45pm PT
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The Sixties are over. The Suits won. All else is speculation.
Get over it.
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Fletcher
Trad climber
The great state of advaita
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Apr 18, 2013 - 01:41am PT
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Hmmmm.... nice stuff here. Especially the climbing stuff.
Sixties... I was just a boy. Remember my dad working for Bell Labs. Everyone had a pocket protector and a flat top or buzz cut. The engineers (proto-nerds in those days) would have picnics and make tiny kites out of Peanuts comics. They all seemed to have a thing for Lucy. Probably some Asbergerian thing, who knows. Ends up my dad was writing code for moon missions, but they had it so compartmentalized, he had no idea about what it was for... or DID he???? Where's my tin foil hat, dammit! There's my moon connection. I remember watching the landing on a grainy black and white at my grandparent's house on Cape Cod. Grandpa taking pictures of the screen with a Yashica.
My dad worked at the Clark University computer center in Massachusetts not long after that. My mom had her consciousness raised and got her driver's license finally at 29. Then went on to become the oldest full time undergrad at Clark (at the time). Hanging around all them college types got me in the front of a peace March when I was about 7. Went to bed for the next five years worrying about getting drafted and dying in the war (the war was always there for a boy of my age, why wouldn't it not go on until I was 18?).
My dad, had a friend, Gary, who took LSD and decided to fly off the top of the library. It was five stories high. Good thing is what one of those modern architecture styles. Lot's of things jutting out and he landed on a roof just one floor down. Just made the connection that this is the Robert Goddard Library. Father of USA rocketry! Rocket man indeed!
Went to an alternative school, based on the teachings of Maslow (the making of the curriculum is the curriculum). Very free form and open. Made sand candles for fundraisers. Things looked like cows' udders to me. Great teacher, Sue and her husband Paul (later to become hippie farmers in Oneonta New York) and John Knowles, a theater guy (not the novelist). Big influences who instilled a love of learning that never left. When the school failed and they had to leave (more for political than financial reasons), I was so very sad that they were leaving. John took me out for lunch and got me a hamburger. That was great! Wonder what happened to him?
We then moved to a small town (1,500) in western Massachusetts. Old New England country town. The phone installer (remember you had to have a guy come out to do this?) also doubled as the police chief. When my mom was chatting him up and found this out, she then very casually moved the box that had my parents' hookah in it to a more discreet place. Zoinks!
My parent's college friends would come over and they'd put us to be in the huge Victorian they bought that needed a lot of work. I'd sit at the top of the stairs and listen them. My dad would try to play his saxophone. They'd make this chocolate sauce for ice cream and call it "shit sauce". Only later did I learn the other meaning of "shit". My brothers and I, being silly boys, just thought that was a hilarious name, not knowing the other meaning.
I'd find guys tripping in our giant back yard, just lying there, staring at the sky.
And that's the news from Lake Ghost of Doobage Past, friends!
Eric
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 02:41am PT
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The suits never "Won" because they cheated, so it's a do-over. Yeah, the re-sixties. Pet re-rocks; pet resounds; pet peace, not war.
Who are you channeling, man, like, Don Henley? :)
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Everybody's talking about Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism Ragism, Tagism, this-ism, that-ism Ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance
Everybody's talkin' 'bout ministers, sinistersBanisters and canisters, bishops and fishopsRabbis and pop eyes, bye bye, bye byes
All we are saying, is give peace a chanceAll we are saying, is give peace a chance
Let me tell you nowEverybody's talking about, revolutionEvolution, masturbation, flagellationRegulation, integrations, meditationsUnited Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance
Everybody's talking about, John and YokoTimmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy smothersBobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek TaylorNorman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 02:45am PT
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Rocker Locker?
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Fletcher
Trad climber
The great state of advaita
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Apr 18, 2013 - 02:59am PT
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Fukin priceless Locker!
Eric
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 03:05am PT
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Capturing the spirit of the sixties today, Tenants Together held a chalk-in in front of the Tioga here.
I blame the University of California and outside agitation brought on by the Holy Light of California Higher Education that they can't spell well.
Fiat luxury condominiums instead of roach-infested cribs like Middle Earth?
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Fletcher
Trad climber
The great state of advaita
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Apr 18, 2013 - 03:10am PT
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JL... he was the man. Beautifully imperfect. Capable of evolving and he did. The original full time dad (see David Sheff's timeless interview with him and Yoko in Playboy shortly before he died). The guy was ahead of his time. Bonus: runs through a zillion Beatle's songs and give the story and/or short opinions of them.
Suits. You can kill them with kindness. Do it all the time. Usually works. Good for the suit, good for you, good for the planet!
Eric
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 03:41am PT
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If Newhart worked for the Border Patrol...like in Chula or SD?
Sir, can I ask you to pull in over here where we may more easily harrass you?
I am smiling, sir.
No, no, I'm not going to shoot you, sir, if you'll just put the camera away and pull over here, sir, we'll have alternate transportation available shortly.
Yes sir, I know where Manzanar is located.
No sir, my name is not Ginsberg. Is your name Ginsberg, sir?
No sir, I don't know what a do-over is.
I've only played golf with whites, so I wouldn't know.
No sir, I said I wasn't going to shoot you.
He will.
R.Mike, goodly number of thanks to you and Ed and all for provided entertainment and vibes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 04:00am PT
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We all paid our sixties dues, it sounds like.
Do-overs, dues, duets.
Gotta love the schmaltzy hipness here.
Dusty Springfield and the boys.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iukP1FXYcY
Mick and Paul and George and Ringo and what's his face.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX5gPQGRKbI
Samuel & David Ginsberg?/You Don't Know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNR1pxBlRuE
[Click to View YouTube Video]Batso wouldn't have been fooled! He'd have drilled Catwoman on the spot, ALL NIGHT!
[Click to View YouTube Video]The duet is the second track, Rita and Johnny sing Chuck Berry.
Rita's an aerobics/Zumba/yoga instructor now. Actually, according to Wiki, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Pavone
As for Johnny Hallyday, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Hallyday
Jan and Dean
Dean and Katie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFSbfLf4r-M
Mimi and Joan
Montgomery and Damone http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkNHLpYyqaw
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 07:01am PT
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Fletcher
This is not the interview you were looking for...
but it's the only one I have.
Let's talk about the 1860s.--George Burns
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Apr 18, 2013 - 10:26am PT
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The sixties were tumultuous, culture changing and ultimately, incredibly naive. Love was going to engulf the world and free us of hate, racisim and war. I guess everyone was skipping history class.
It was kind of fun while it lasted.
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Risk
Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
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Apr 18, 2013 - 11:02am PT
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Summer of 1967 I had a broken ankle from a soapbox derby accident and couldn't go swimming every day with my friends in Fancher Creek east of Fresno. Instead, I hung out along the banks where the AM Radio blasted out that summer's greatest hits. This one sticks out as the anthem of that summer:
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"The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion)"
See that girl, barefootin' along,
Whistlin' and singin', she's a carryin' on.
There's laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet,
She's a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street.
Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.
Well everybody's dancin' in a ring around the sun
Nobody's finished, we ain't even begun.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat.
Try on your wings and find our where it's at.
Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.
Take a vacation, fall out for a while,
Summer's comin' in, and it's goin' outa style.
Well lite up smokin' buddy, have yourself a ball.
Cause your mother's down in Memphis, won't be back 'till the fall.
Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.
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Magic Ed
Trad climber
Nuevo Leon, Mexico
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Apr 18, 2013 - 03:50pm PT
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Late 60's! What a time to live in Boulder! One of the first people I met when I moved to Boulder in '67 was Jim Erickson who, upon learning that I'd climbed a couple of the Mexican volcanoes, promptly dragged me to Eldo for my first day of vertical rock climbing.
Kor, Dalke, Komito etc. had just retired so a small handful of us had that whole place to ourselves. We could go to Eldo on a Sunday and see more fishermen than climbers.
Gasoline was 29 cents a gallon, unless there was a gas war in which case it would drop to about 23 cents.
Summer of '68, during the Dem convention, I was stranded in Kingman, Arizona with a broken down VW van. Those were a tense few days in redneck Kingman.
I watched the moon landing back home in Mexico City on an old black and white tv with the sound off and "Anthem of the Sun" blasting on the record player.
Prolly the best book I've read about the 60's is Storming Heaven: LSD and the American Dream by Jay Stevens.
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Gene
climber
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Apr 18, 2013 - 04:05pm PT
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The West Ridge - 1963
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