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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 10:49am PT
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I know it needs a touch.
Wino belonged to my mom.
She drank him to death.
They both loved it.
She's not here now.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Special day to fight.
Appalloed and dismayed,
I grieve
I sieve up my sleeve at you
And you and you and you
And you, too, yes, you
I'm talking to you, too
Like a leaky
Net of glossamer
I am not here.
My mom's not sacred.
Her memory is.
I mean my memories of her.
She was not ditzy
That was the wine.
Momellows.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 11:10am PT
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"FollowingU, Inc.", or simply "V" for short, brings to you these NPIs: Nice Persons of Interest.
They are all of them tumblers on the stage of life.
They have clown suits and love to play with people's palates.
To excite their children's developing brains.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 11:48am PT
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I thought dynamite was from Sweden. How noble of those Swedes.
This does have me a bit puzzled though, because I thought Sweden and Scotland were two different places.
Exploding myths are not part of the deal,here,
but I thought once that I was drunk:
but it turned out I was only Swedish.
Like Popeye the Viking,
I'm lookin' at you.
So everyone do, sometimes mostly,
miss their Targets occasionally,
but there's always Walmart.
Or was it that I was a Larson Learner
all my life,
like a Blackbird
waiting to be Freid.
But I got fried alive in the pan of life.
Cut up whole with a carving knife.
Died, came out that cave,
began to rave,
but Dave wasn't and isn't here.
We got Roger.
It's for Miller.
And Miranda.
And Matt.
And Sal.
And Liz.
And Andy.
Not "OUR ANDY."
"Maiden name giveaway, K-Mart Art Hoppers. Aisle five point oh.
Free trolls, cheap beer, and white balance on aisle nine!"
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Is free cheap beer an oxy?
I'm a moron this moroning.
I think I love you, Big Gene.
Let's go climb something.
Even if it has a black label.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 12:37pm PT
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Who is William Ruth?
Is he related to the Blue Ox?
Is he named for the daughter of Naomi?
Did he grow up "sourdough?"
That means he rose above adversity
and took the sheep by the horns
and learned to sled and shoot and throw snowballs into the dark
to scare off the phantom lights out there.
He should have had a flash attachment.
Raw Wall Pindi. Raw Wall Pindi. Raw Wall Pindi.
Ohm not resisting.
Why fight it?
It's impeccable, sinless, hardly venial, anyway.
Just A bLUSH on my soul's light, a little highlight, a blip in eternity.
All the way to the end, no giving in, no saying, "MO, NAH, MA, PA, JUST JAH."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 01:43pm PT
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"What is the difference between a mile square and a square mile?"--Old 'Low Country Mile' Silas and the Walleyes all wanna know
Quick-like, cuz their fingers are all pluggin' the dike.
Their famous song, Leaking on the Curb, starts out:
It's a Stormy Monday someplace, fer sure,
maybe Holland,
maybe France,
All you need to do is to sing and to dance
In underpants.
[Courtesy of Yahoo! Answers, not Wiki for once.]
This always gets a lot of wrong answers.
(zBrown never has a problem, though, cuz he ain't no square.)
1 mile square is a square one mile on each side, and has an area of 1 square mile.
1 square mile is any shape that has an area of 1 square mile.
What makes it more confusing is that 1 square mile is sometimes written as 1 mi˛, which seems to say "1 mi squared", but that is incorrect.
To reiterate, 1 mi˛ is spoken "One square mile" NOT "one mile square"
It's easier to understand if you use a number other than 1.
a 3 mile square is a square three miles on each side, and it has an ares of 9 square miles or 9 mi˛.
3 square miles is any shape that has an area of 3 square mile, or 3 mi˛.
Like a Bronco with an orange dream, 640 acres and a mule, one section at a time, using the horses and sparing the mule.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Cholly good!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 13, 2014 - 02:00pm PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 14, 2014 - 11:56am PT
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Thank you, Mouse sir, for "Go all the way."
It is the only way to live. Thank you.
Thank you.
feralfae/ilo˛
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 14, 2014 - 09:32pm PT
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This sadness that I carry inside
Not even wine calms me
I am suffering and I don't find a remedy
To cure what I carry in my soul
Your memory has me in chains
You tricked me and wounded me
Because you mocked me to my face
While I was sincere with you
Its your fault, only your fault.
Oh yeah. Thank you mouse I coudn't have done it without you.
Gets me to wondering, whether you could have done it without me.
Probably.
Bonus Tardes mein freund.
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Hold onto your balls & breathe deeply
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 04:56pm PT
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say there how-dee!
neebee - neebee
r thots andy's prayers 4 u & ur daddy
i had a dream in norwegian
so i thot it best told about in that lower-case jive
a flock of topo sheep on a ridge-top came down to watch me sleep
i think u may have angelic friends i know i do
i'm wearing a hoody from mexico u gave me via a mock mouse
i wore that old crocheted muffler around my neck this a.m. too
taking this, thinking thots while taking shots
about toes, not fingers
we have commonalities here like my rambling thots are out of synch
i have used the sox well to keep my tootsees rolling along
they serve to use up the extra space
inside the old pair of mock moccs my sis gave me a size too large
they fit fine now and tho the sox are short it's no biggie :0)
it makes me feel like busting a moby
almost
except
there is a little calloused spot on top of my RIGHT foot
where it's sore from rubbing a leather knot in the LEFT mock mocc
and it wouldn't be the thing to cut a rug and so
i am on good bread a week old no mold
water, lots, and coffee, some
no more beer the weekend's done i had my fun
now i am depressed but fast getting over it
my problems are truly of the FW variety in comparison
such a messed-up mouse moping round the house
sold the car and have no bike because of vandals
i miss the car i won't lie
but things come and things go
like rain like friends like faux
unlike a father, unique to u
one life, one death
we are one family and u are r sister
we r a flock of birds of different stripes
but of the same feather in our core
and we r all heading in the same direction
i'm not gunna say it
for now my wish for neebee
my wish for meebee
my wish for thee rest of thee be
my little secret
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 05:16pm PT
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I don't like to brag on myself, but on my friends, yep!~
One of my closest friends, whom I have not climbed, which is too bad, but it's my fate.But I have not met neebee in person which is not unusual today,
but odd in comparison to a few decades ago.
This is the incomparable Unconsolababble Buttress.
I'm just trying to console a friend.
It's part of what this thread is about and it's one of my favorite parts.
It's like Rong told me, "If yur inconsolababble, blame it on Nutjob."
Is it Un or is it In?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 09:59pm PT
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All in a weird but good day's work.
Sunrise, moonrise.
Three old boys makin' the rounds lookin' for their packages from the USPS
that aren't there
or have been sent back but were there
but really who cares?
Our combined age was 68 + 65 + 74 = 207,
and we should have known better than to waste our time
but a good time got had
in spite of the monolithic bureaucracy that is strangling
package delivery!
Smokey, my nearest neighbor now the two apartments on either side are empty is 74,
and came to my door, mid mid-morning snore, he was not shore,
but could I please give him a ride to get a package?
I explainded him that Vernon Wizard's now the driver of Miss Dawn's new daisy,
I'm goin' to do an errand in that regard with him to the insurance agency,
so I askeded Vern and we got out,
on the road again, listenin' to Waylon,
not on the road--been there--
and chased shadows
but I'm gettin' my insurance pro-rated
so I'm happy.
I also got to visit John's on floor five
next to the fire escape
of sunrise
and moonrise
visions.
He is seriously Merced, seriously airborne, and serious period.
We'll be takin' some rides on the bus to Yosemite.
Seriously or not, we are planning to do so.
Stay tuned.
Stay mooned.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 10:07pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 10:34pm PT
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That lacks weird. John is seriously so.
He's gotta be another wizard.
But can he do 5.6? He could probably outdistance me with not a bead of sweat.
Seriously fit.
He could be my new neighbor, if I can get the empty apartment
that is across from him, No. 513, I believe.
I do not take credit for these video images.
Only for taking them from the screen at John's who purchased the DVD, Samsara, from which these come.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0770802/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 15, 2014 - 11:13pm PT
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Ruth knew how to accomodate to change.
John's mom's blind now, but she's probably seen enough, like a lot of us.
But I want to see more of what there is, Seymour.
The view might be better from the fifth floor, but should I go there?
STay tuned in, drop yer drawers, and watch out.
Aight! Good night.
I must commend TimidToprope on gettin' out there lately like nobody!
Got that photo near Oroville stuck in my head.
Choss my luck, but it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp piece of wire.
It's all about imagination here in Middle Earth. Facts are nice, interesting things, too, but really, now...
When I took this photo this morning of John's aprattment window,
who could 'ave imagined that this evening I would end up in his "aquarium?"
Tolkien, if he were still around. Same for Zappa.
David Byrne would understand.
I'm not Freakin' Out, here, I don't think,
but I thought I might have seen Suze GreenCheese tonight, too. Meh...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 12:15am PT
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One Rong is worth more than any Mr. Right, if ya get in a fight.
Or on a climb on a crag. He's an old crag hammer, if ya ask me.[Click to View YouTube Video]Ron Anderson's flame burns bright here and will until
his critics still are bitching and moaning
that he's in his grave and who does he think he is, taking away their prey?
Anyway?
Lay down, Sally-O.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 12:43am PT
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Nada.
Nothing.
Planada, still nada.
How-dee!
The wait is over, Ween fans!
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http://www.1stdibs.com/creators/john-fahey-/art/paintings/
A faux-ther (NOT!) quote from the Wiki Wonderland, located someplace around here...you know, M.E.R./Miccle Earth/C.E.D.
"During the later years of his life, Fahey painted a series of abstract paintings. Many of these were exhibited from July 10 – September 12, 2010, at The East Village, New York, presented by John Andrew and Audio Visual Arts (AVA).[14] The exhibit featured 55 paintings, ranging in size from 6.75" by 9" to 22" by 29". The "sale sheet" for the exhibit listed prices from $750 for smaller works to $3,000 for the large paintings. The paintings were either framed or unframed.[15]
Audio Visual Arts describes Fahey's paintings as follows: "Pulling inspiration from the ‘French Primitive’, untutored painters, Fahey often referred to his music as ‘American Primitive’. The same alluring, raw, roots, mysterious, power, grit, obscure, industrial, ambient, epic, and tranquilizing aesthetics that one finds in Fahey’s music and his writings are equally present in his paintings. The 90’s proved to be a decade of regeneration for Fahey. Though he struggled with certain health problems, he was brimming with experimentation. Collaborating with noise artists and improvisational performers of the alternative movement, Fahey began to channel a new outlet for experimentation which included his return to painting; a bent he abandoned when he took up the guitar. Fahey’s works are evocative of action painters and abstract expressionists. He painted on found poster board and discarded spiral notebook paper. His painting studio floated from motel bed to motel bed and eventually ended up on the bed of his rental home in Salem, OR; occasionally painting with anti-freeze in the garage. He worked with tempera, acrylic, spray paint, and magic marker."[16]"
The exactc quote.
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