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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 12, 2013 - 12:36pm PT
Which most closely resembles a pair of Devoe-nian fossils?

A.
Layton Kor, Jim Bridwell, don't get much better than that.
Layton Kor, Jim Bridwell, don't get much better than that.
Credit: ron gomez
B.
Oyez como va, Billy.
Oyez como va, Billy.
Credit: mouse from merced

C.
Credit: zBrown
You couldn't do better.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 12, 2013 - 12:42pm PT
You're better off reading that book, Gerardo.
You're better off reading that book, Gerardo.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 12, 2013 - 01:06pm PT
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.
Battle of El Cap Bridge.  First day.  With tracer-fire.
Battle of El Cap Bridge. First day. With tracer-fire.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.

Credit: mouse from merced

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.



zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 12, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
Why are both of these fellows smiling?



Could this have anything to do with it?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 12, 2013 - 01:56pm PT
Clayton Moore, unmasked.  His gal, un-asked.  He wasn't up to the task...
Clayton Moore, unmasked. His gal, un-asked. He wasn't up to the task. It's why they're laughing.
Credit: mouse from merced
You are thinking too depply, Kemo Wasabi.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 12, 2013 - 05:20pm PT
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.

Credit: zBrown

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.

Junkyard Angel - If I fall down dying ...
Junkyard Angel - If I fall down dying ...
Credit: Ruby




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 13, 2013 - 12:03am PT
Da Brim doess not a halo make.

Miguel is not as hot and skinny-skinny as Michelle.
Miguelito.
Miguelito.
Credit: mouse from merced
Miguel Grande...
Miguel Grande...
Credit: mouse from merced
Big Mike del sur.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 13, 2013 - 06:37am PT
Yep, my old climbing partner is a rocket scientist. You should see him play Simon.

Jim Shirley's latest work is for Brad Dalton, his boss at JPL in Pasadena.
http://www.nasa.gov/topics/solarsystem/features/europa20130412.html#backtoTop

Check out some of the other work going on at NASA on this link, also.

Nobody's gonna look at pictures of the earth as it appears from space, Man.

You know how the moon looked this evening? A crescent, right?

http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/NPP/news/earth-at-night.html
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 13, 2013 - 07:39am PT
neebeeville on the cusp of the edge of the tip of the tongue of the lo...
neebeeville on the cusp of the edge of the tip of the tongue of the long finger of Lake Michigan; or maybe left of the knuckle...
Credit: mouse from merced
OH MI IL

Credit: mouse from merced
Dallas 'n such.

Credit: mouse from merced
CA NV

Credit: mouse from merced
Back East.

NASA/NOAA night vision goggles provide an illuminating look at zEarth.
NASA/NOAA night vision goggles provide an illuminating look at zEarth.
Credit: mouse from merced
East infection?

My mama done tol' me...

From Natchez to Mobile.

All men art too faced.  They pull on my pigtails.  Sirenna Venada.
All men art too faced. They pull on my pigtails. Sirenna Venada.
Credit: mouse from merced
Sirenna and her frind-cat.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 13, 2013 - 11:03am PT
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.]

Ruddy turnstone.
Ruddy turnstone.
Credit: CCNAB

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.

Ruddy turnstone.
Ruddy turnstone.
Credit: mouse from merced

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.

Engraving by Robert Gibbings.
Engraving by Robert Gibbings.
Credit: mouse from merced

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.

Larus marinus. The Great Black-Backed Gull.
Larus marinus. The Great Black-Backed Gull.
Credit: birdwatchireland.ie

Second cycle lesser blackback gull.  The dirtbag of the group.
Second cycle lesser blackback gull. The dirtbag of the group.
Credit: larusology.blogspot.uk


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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 13, 2013 - 01:27pm PT
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.
Credit: mouse from merced
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 Ortega-Kelly of Merced.  Known fire-brand.  Flames material.
Melissa Ortega-Kelly of Merced. Known fire-brand. Flames material.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.

neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Apr 13, 2013 - 03:07pm PT
hey there say, mouse... sorry late, but check your email...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 14, 2013 - 01:54pm PT
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Apr 14, 2013 - 02:37pm PT
hey there say, mouse....

hmmm.....


bulbs, getting ready to bloom:

! ! !! !

?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 15, 2013 - 01:14am PT
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.


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.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 15, 2013 - 03:56am PT
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1154529&msg=1154529#msg1154529
You coulda donated, but did you?

that one's for my bud neebee, concernded and concerting engerny to her cause and never having cause to quit


just cause we can and
it makes us feel better about
just being "me"
--X Ample

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 15, 2013 - 04:17am PT
Zebrowski sub-titled.
Did you see zBrown in there, man?

He's One of Them in zBrown Suits.

You gotta look real hard.

Just like him.

Like him!

Yer gonna turn this sh#t up!

All eyes on us.

All eyes on us!

The best I can do for purple and brown pupils, Iris, is to recommend you try the blues first. Someone just bought the last of the browns.


Cow a boong?

Don't have no cow. Wanna surf?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 15, 2013 - 11:37am PT
Good morning, good!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqmid9MlFSw
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
You're on your own.
Old school.
O.K.
In gear.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Apr 15, 2013 - 12:36pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 15, 2013 - 01:28pm PT
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'
Yur not gonna die any time soon.

I do feel like havin' me a pickle, though, thinkin' on it.

Polski wyrob, py got!

Cowasocky.
Cowasocky.
Credit: Cowasocky
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...

Pre-war Polish Sokol 1000.
Pre-war Polish Sokol 1000.
Credit: Sokool

Norwegian eats the heart out of oak and becomes one.
Norwegian eats the heart out of oak and becomes one.
Credit: Knott

http://www.buzzhunt.co.uk/2011/05/06/polish-guy-makes-100-wooden-bicycles/
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