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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2012 - 01:00am PT
So what's the sound of twenty-nine palms like, anyway?  Twenty-eight t...
So what's the sound of twenty-nine palms like, anyway? Twenty-eight times greater thatn one hand clapping?
Credit: Google Images
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.
Mr. Blonde.
Mr. Blonde.



Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 30, 2012 - 02:50am PT
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....
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2012 - 03:46am PT
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.
The cast of The Spartans movie.  Bruce is which one again? <br/>
Chula Vis...
The cast of The Spartans movie. Bruce is which one again?
Chula Vista HS Spartans.
Credit: mouse from merced
Which isn't cryptic, because I've decrypted it by captioning. It takes the fun out of it.
Buena Vista Crest.
Buena Vista Crest.
Credit: Google Images
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

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.



Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Nov 30, 2012 - 04:30am PT
Patrick O,



Just go with it. It's impossible to follow someone else's trip hoping it results in resonance with what you hold dear.

Maybe everyone's diplomat can help:



Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Nov 30, 2012 - 07:34am PT
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:37am PT
""Oh yeah," the twisted organ grinder's monkey cries"
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 02:46pm PT
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




Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Soon to be Nipple suckling Liberal
Nov 30, 2012 - 03:06pm PT
i never know whats goin on.. i simply jump on in after hearing the water is fine.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2012 - 03:10pm PT
Liz at her receptionist's job in what was Merced County then Sutter Me...
Liz at her receptionist's job in what was Merced County then Sutter Medical Center, sometime in the 90s. It later became Mercy Medical Center only to become an empty old shell. The new MMC is on North G St. and is huger than we need but we'll keep havin
Credit: mouse from merced
Liz and family.  Aunt Betty, Liz, sisers Betty Rose and Tiny &#40;Ther...
Liz and family. Aunt Betty, Liz, sisers Betty Rose and Tiny (Theresa)in the back. Youngest sister Kathy, mother Elsie, and sister Tiger (Elaine). This is in Modesto, out by the San Joaquin River at Tiny's.

Credit: mouse from merced
the Unity Church Chapel where the festivities were held.  The happy hi...
the Unity Church Chapel where the festivities were held. The happy hippie couple are on the porch receiving. My boss gave me a picture of Ben Franklin, folded all nicely, no bow, no card, just a handshake with a hundred bucks.
Credit: mouse from merced
Honeymoon shot, Mouse-groom at the Cascades.
Honeymoon shot, Mouse-groom at the Cascades.
Credit: mouse from merced
Bev Parker, Gramma Hernandez, and me Dec. 24, 1978.  This is likely at...
Bev Parker, Gramma Hernandez, and me Dec. 24, 1978. This is likely at her mom's Christmas open house. Bevin was born that very night over at the Jerusalem Kaiser Hospital In Vallejo. That's one of Gramma H's neices. A Fagundes. Not a Silva in the fam
Credit: mouse from merced
Liz's mother Elsie, and her mother Rose Hernandez in Merced.  Elsie to...
Liz's mother Elsie, and her mother Rose Hernandez in Merced. Elsie took advantage of her looks and moved away with an airman from Castle. Married as hell. Sixteen!
Credit: mouse from merced
This is Liz's Aunt Betty and their mom, Rose, making tamales, a family...
This is Liz's Aunt Betty and their mom, Rose, making tamales, a family tradition at Thanksgiving. The enchiladas fed the crowds at the Christmas open house. They also provided the feast at our wedding in November, 1990.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 03:19pm PT
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






You better come in my kitchen, it's going to be raining outdoors.

That chapel sure looks alot like Bonnie Beecher's apartment building.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2012 - 03:42pm PT
Loooks like we cleared this up nicely.  Thank you , Mary Rachel.  You ...
Loooks like we cleared this up nicely. Thank you , Mary Rachel. You may return to class.
Credit: Google Images
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.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2012 - 05:17pm PT
j. Michael Livermore.  Mike and I were best friends from infancy.  Her...
j. Michael Livermore. Mike and I were best friends from infancy. Here's the little perp at his most adorable. kindergarten best. His mom wrote for him on the back, "Hi, Auntie Barbara." Oh, the smarm! And only five!
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Credit: mouse from merced
This is when and where I fell in with this guy, another Boy Scout.
Jeff Mathis at Coleen's, his GF during a spell in the late 80s.  She h...
Jeff Mathis at Coleen's, his GF during a spell in the late 80s. She had a leather-crafting business and sold the most fabulous purses in the Ahwahnee Hotel's gift shop. she gave one of her "seconds" to Liz and she was ecstatic! A Second!
Credit: mouse from merced
The Rev.

"Come the revelation revolution there'll be no more to say, everyone will have to tell the truth."--E. Vince Troothson
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 30, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
The Rev had a laugh like a pileated woodpecker

Credit: Gypsy
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 06:57pm PT
not Tiny the Tramp, Tiny Montgomery



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 30, 2012 - 07:58pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KbSMYRMbDE&feature=fvsr

Been down so long, it looks like up to me
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:33pm PT
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




Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:47pm PT
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 Fariņa. 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)
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:51pm PT
Yep






mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2012 - 09:11pm PT
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?
What has Scotty done to his hair?  It was blondish brown yeaterday, no...
What has Scotty done to his hair? It was blondish brown yeaterday, now he thinks he's Batso! Liz was a good mom,to let them run so free. Trust went a long ways when she was virtually the only person they had to tell them what's right.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.

Credit: mouse from merced
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?

Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Scarlet Town. PURPLE ALERT!

Credit: mouse from merced
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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!!!
Credit: mouse from merced
Francis is my dad's real name, but he won't care.
Just weight, there'll be much more.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 09:31pm PT
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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