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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 2, 2013 - 12:44am PT
Some old boy with a story you'll appreciate.
Mr. Beck.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
May 2, 2013 - 10:57am PT
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
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
May 2, 2013 - 02:53pm PT
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.


Credit: zBrown
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
May 2, 2013 - 08:21pm PT
hey there say, mouse.... wow, thanks for the approach shots, :)

happy trails, and happy more-pics! to you, :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 2, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
I love, I love, I love my calendar cats...
Two too cute.
Two too cute.
Credit: mouse from merced
The Worse-kat-errors. Both of them at rest.
May i, 2013.

A grand total of twenty-seven!
A grand total of twenty-seven!
Credit: mouse from merced
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


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 2, 2013 - 10:26pm PT
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.



zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
May 2, 2013 - 10:52pm PT
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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 3, 2013 - 12:28pm PT
ZZ Top/She's Got Legs--uncensored studio version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWuyFz6V8O8

Had to do it. Talking about Alyson Roth, and spiders...

Tired of walking and my knee's killing me!

San Joaquin, pray for me.

I got my thumb out, Lord.

Won't you please take me along for a ride?

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
May 3, 2013 - 01:13pm PT
James Brown & The Famous Flames - Tami Show 1964
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
May 3, 2013 - 02:34pm PT
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






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



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 02:17am PT
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat by C. Galifione.
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat by C. Galifione.
Credit: celesteprize.com
You gotta love that Pete Seeger.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
May 4, 2013 - 02:22am PT
An Enemy of The People (by Henrik Ibsen) on Broadway




Who do you see as the enemy?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 02:43am PT
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.
Credit: GI

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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 11:50am PT
Flamous Roy sent me some tourism info from the bureau he works for. For which he works.

http://www.holiday-in-oman.com/html/land/climbi

This is not for the arachnophobic.


I found it by searching "Brown's climb" on Yahoo.

Full disclosure: I was drawn by the light under the bridge.


Likewise. Except for the light.


Allo stesso modo.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 07:01pm PT
In America there is no discrimination, there is no hypocrisy...
That's a drag for you and it's an expense for the government.

The last guy, a pause for Mr. Claus.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOEvS8awmb4
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 07:36pm PT
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!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 09:06pm PT
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

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 4, 2013 - 09:25pm PT
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.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
New Mexico, Dork!
New Mexico, Dork!
Credit: mouse from merced

And one for the road. The Rev's on his way over fo to go to In n' Out.

Chow, babby.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
May 5, 2013 - 02:27am PT
A 1965 Goat.  Climb any mountain highway in a hurry--it's a wide-track...
A 1965 Goat. Climb any mountain highway in a hurry--it's a wide-track Pontiac.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Credit: mouse from merced
May the forks be with you! It was with me!
Credit: mouse from merced

More about the Rev's visit in the a.m.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
May 5, 2013 - 02:45am PT
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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