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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 9, 2013 - 02:05pm PT
RIP Margaret.


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.
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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 9, 2013 - 05:26pm PT


"She sings like a bir-duh!"--Bambi
LilaBiene

Trad climber
Apr 9, 2013 - 11:09pm PT
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
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Apr 9, 2013 - 11:36pm PT
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... :))
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 10, 2013 - 12:14am PT
Welcome, Audrey.
(Thanks for the reminder that I had these copied.)

"Some of the other good stuff from Castle AFB"
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
These are some women on a mission.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 10, 2013 - 11:04am PT
if money is the root of all evil, then what is its square root

more Barrett



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

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 10, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Apr 10, 2013 - 03:35pm PT
Took this in 2007.  Sandhill Cranes at the Merced Wildlife Refuge near...
Took this in 2007. Sandhill Cranes at the Merced Wildlife Refuge near Los Banos
Credit: Gypsy
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 10, 2013 - 03:47pm PT
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.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 10, 2013 - 06:06pm PT
Nosiree, that's the oilpatch.  This is the nicotine patch, ya idiot!
Nosiree, that's the oilpatch. This is the nicotine patch, ya idiot!
Credit: Uncle Bob's Best Shots
I believe you may have me confused with a real oilman.

My name's Les Calanques, by way of Ventura Avenue.



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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 10, 2013 - 07:52pm PT
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
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 11, 2013 - 12:13am PT
Their Half Dome specialty beer's quite delicious.

And five go down as easily as one.

Nuf of this.

Bed looks gud.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 11, 2013 - 03:16am PT
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 11, 2013 - 03:58am PT
In answering the question What Is Hip?

It's best if we all just get a grip

On the doobie that's making its way around

And kick back to listen to some mellow sound.

Gary
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WOCr-NUNuc

Lionel, Benny, Teddy, and Gene
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbU4zwhOGVg

Do not tap your feet.

Zeet!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 11, 2013 - 02:16pm PT
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.

Dangerous when armed.
Dangerous when armed.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.

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!









zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 11, 2013 - 04:16pm PT
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.






mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 11, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
She's a Rainbaow you knaow...

She comes in colours...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00cIt2yLZJQ

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 12, 2013 - 11:04am PT
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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 12, 2013 - 11:18am PT
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!
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 12, 2013 - 11:33am PT
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.

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