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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2014 - 12:27pm PT
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Some coincidence. My friend on the ST adds an owl to my sister's collection. If we ever get out of court, I'm gonna have to hitchhike up there to Merced to see it and actually meet someone on the old ST.
Is it near Argentina?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Jan 30, 2014 - 06:57pm PT
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badmanBrown ? probably off standing in the corner
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A fantastic collection of clamps to win friends and influence your uncle.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2014 - 04:02pm PT
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Brother. Uncle. Brother. Uncle.
I gave up at the office.
Vern is no longer employed by the Tioga Management team. He is now just a tenant. They left for Santa Cruz this morning.
I'm reading all day.
No. 1 Thumb Mountain Road by Hoh No Spocks.
Interesting man, that guy in the Morrison T-Shirt. We met up at the Partisan last night. He is named Eric, he bought me a PBR and we and another of his friends went and toured the Tioga, had a safety meeting on the Moussolini Balcony, and then retreated in the teeth of a cold wind.
It was a good day for clouds here.
I'm getting back on mine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2014 - 04:33pm PT
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Pay your deductible and all will go flowingly.Let us leave.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2014 - 07:18pm PT
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Get outa town, Mouse.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Can't go, too ill.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Every time I do these I wheeze.
I simply can't just do as I please.
I'm on my heels and on my knees.
The bang's all here. I'm not very well, though.
I've explained my asthma. It's an ER doc's decision the problem with my breath is not an allergy to mold, like my VA doc opined and won't change his mind.
I'm stuck with COPD, I guess. I've got to start the road back today with kind thanks to T Hocking and neebee. You were the only ones to know of the visit to the hospital (seven hours). Thanks for not mentioning it to anyone.
It's only been two days and I'm taking steroids (pred) and had a lung infection so am on an antibiotic as well. My Mickey Mouse Club lunchbox of pills is mostly full now. Nine scrips, I think.
I was wanting to go to the Valley to see the weather yesterday. Instead I got to drink my ass off thinking how much time I've got left, all that inspiring stuff, guaranteed to bore everyone else to tears.
JJ has it right. Dump the stuff. Don't really expect anything after the lights are off. Why ruin the surprise? It took your whole life, man, to get this far.
Thoughts of self-doubt and erasure crossed my mind briefly, but that will never happen unless I'm maybe caught in a raging inFresno.
Bar thought: God is a mercenary, not a Jew, an Anabaptist, a Christer, nor a Catholic boy. He's gonna charge you at the gate, twenty bucks. You get to stay in any campground for as long as you wish. Or you can leave and go to Fresno or to Mammoth and come back at no charge once a year to see how they're dividing your assets. God knows we need twenty in our wallet at all times. He knows. We just gotta be prepared with that Andy under the driver's license. But how to take it with you, that is the question. The one Shakespeare dodged.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 31, 2014 - 07:42pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
wow, however IF you had been stuck in the hospital a long time, of course, we then would have shared:
we just learned after the fact:
no one should be alone in the hospital, :(
say, my daddy started having lung trouble and not breathing well, it started with a dry cough... turned out he had scars on his lungs...
pulmonary fibrosis, they said...
he never smoked and only had a drink of wine or beer with supper, no hard stuff... :
but--there is a list of things that can cause it...
asbestos... (don't know if he was ever around that?)
and, some mediations...
i even saw that ONE (one and only, ? or just one of ?) the arrhythmia
medication CAN cause that :O and--he was taking something (don't know if it was the same medication or or not) for years, for that arrhythmia, :O
then, about four other medications, as well, can cause that, :O
and something about the fake butter flavoring in microwave popcorn...
(were even calling it 'popcorn' lung, i think it said?)
ohhh my, :O
say, keep those lungs as well as you can...
and say:
keep your household treasure, too, for a bit...
god gives them to you, as a hug and to let you know you are loved by folks as these are 'around the house hugs'...
things work out, where all these things should end up...
get rid of the 'pack rat' stuff, is usually the best thing...
:)
keep your mouse who you are, stuff, :)
the //rats/rests//, can go, ;))
say:
actually though... many folks HAVE found... it is nicer that folks
leave behind 'who they were' it give others the chance to see
'who' their loved ones WERE in the home-where-they-live...
it cause 'good past memories' to be highlighted and remembered,
when folks go through these 'parts of you' that are left behind,
sure--it is a big chore, but IF the loved ones were a special part
of someone's life:
this chore will touch there heart in new ways, for the long hard haul of
life without that person...
see? and--something may have gotten thrown out, too early:
something that would be a treasure for someone, in this 'chore'
that they go through...
i think feralfae, would understand too, right iloilo?
it is hard, and we may cry--but our hearts are touched deeply
as we move through 'the trail footprints' of our beloved, and it
makes us TWICE as glad, that we knew them...
and enjoy 'these things' with them...
i need to remember that, too, when i am tempted to get rid of too much,
so i can live simple... the grandkids ARE still here, though i do not see them much--and somethings here, can still touch them, after i am gone...
if nothing is left here, then, no footprints or less of them, will remind
them of my love that we shared here, or 'who' i was...
the inner heart treasure, will still be there, but for some, it fades without the trail markers and gets hazy... especially if they are youth...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bless these thoughts, Lord.
Our lives mean only one thing, a means.
Good, bad, our choice.
Nasty, sad, your voice.
Joyful, glad-to-have-been-here,
"Hey say I've been there."
And this is what to do
If you don't mind a thought or two...
Maybe a surprise in the finding, too.
Arghh, maties. Death is a treasure chest of memories.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oops, my badulpa. I thought this was the FNPWD thread.
Gamerz. They pay to belong to this arcane way of life!
Silver spooners only, no dirtbags need apply.
For those too dimly lit to realize this following bit is parody, hey, it's that very same, or intended to be so. Thanky.
What would YOU do if Dewars wanted to do you or one of your lame relatives in a "Profile?" I'd likely try something like this to impress the reader.
I wouldn't get paid, but might the hell get laid.
Dewar’s Profiles in Discourage NO. 009
Archived.
Name: Joe, an itinerant who climbs, skis, races dogsleds as a substitute, had an affair with a husky, lost the gig, ended up in Camp 4. Last name could be Faint, Fitschen, Blow, Klutz, they are all the damn same, season after season.
There are thirteen hundred thousand stories so far in the archives of the Naked Campground, and we need more. Send ‘em in.
Home: Lonelyville.
Age: 30.
Profession: Gentleman of leisure. (Jerk can’t locate work—dirtbag.)
Drink of choice: Absinthe and Prozac. (Red Mountain, Vino de Tavola, Old Kletterschehe...meh.)
Most memorable book: Scotch Rite Treemasonry Illustrated. (Roper II, the Greenie.)
(Interestingly, I recall reading this first book, which was about
an angry young bearded Scotsman from the Midwest named Jack, but it may have been
otherwise, since it was a long time back, if ever it happened. Never relied on a word of the second title.)
Favorite pick-up line: “Do you go with the flow?”
Most ineffective pick-up line: “Whoa! Doggies!”
Funniest put-down: “I’m not the dog-walker, dude. I’m jus’ th’ maid. Got a light, ass-bite?”
Yew f*#kers which/who might/would kick a fuss if I were to offer ya a Rolling Rock in my home?
From one dirge-bragger to another, yer full of it if ya do and yer gunna die from alcohol poisoning.
You’d love one from the cooler on a hot day after a climb, though. I know. I’m not a fool.
I’ve had one Fireball, one real good Tanilla the Porter from Knee Deep.
I’ve drunk up four glasses of Angry Orchard on tap, mmmm....good.
And I even found a Rolling Rock in the fridge when I got home.
I ate a big bowl of Reinero’s clam chowder, best ever. Spicy.
It’s still Friday far out in the ocean west of here.
I did go do a climb when inebriated tonight.
I am no slacker when I feel good, and steroids help the booze.
I may be boasting
But I am just posting
Drunk on a Friday night.
The climb occurred on the spur
Of the momentous corner
Of the place
Where I first was employed:
The Valley Stationers
Shaffer Bldg.
M and Main
Merced.
It was so damn fine
I saw a line
An open book
But I still took
The time to scope it more.
Another way geckoed,
It really echoed
Over the traffic's roar
Out on the face
Go at a slow pace
With a shifty-nifty layback there,
then a little up and a bit more left
Then another slow step...
And then I’ll need no more.
Who needs books anyway?
Not I, I said,
It's mine, it's led.
I did not linger
I licked no finger
And at that thing I tore.
Before I knew it
I had do it--
I’d climbed to the top of the store.
I tagged the ledge
Crept back down edge by edge
Cleverly laying back
To look at the sky,
O my O my
Is my reply
To this humble
Yet very grand try.
I want to thank the man who made this possible,
Who helped to state my self-worth
On God’s good earth
A small enough feather
And in dead calm weather
It stands out like a sore thumb in my blind mouse eye.
Over the Transom
If a fly can climb so well
Then why in the hell
Can’t I fly?
I used to climb
pretty good.
Understood?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I couldn't lift you. ARE YOU CRAZY?
I'd try, though, if you ever did need a real lift, not a fake wrestling move that looks great for the camera.
We need a new buddy pic big time.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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My mom's COPD was quite clearly brought on by years of cigarette smoking. It was way glamorous back in the old days. She eventually quit, but the damage was done.
Those inhalers (I have to look up the names) actually seemed to help her breathing quite a bit.
It's not comforting when the doctors can't agree. Really annoying is when the heart guy says what are you here for, you've got lung problems and vice versa.
Get a third opinion? Did you smoke? Well, we all know you were smokin', but did you actually inhale?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... oh my...
remember me, dial up? ;)
hope you were just teasing about this, after i shared about the
really NEAT--yep, really neat building pics:
The rest are chopped liver, I know...
I try.
:)
i really just can't see the pics here... some show and some don't...
or say:
did you actually have a nice plate of chopped liver there?
my cats love chopped chicken liver and it is very cheap, :)
say, also, i ACTUALLY HAVE A CAR post...
for you... and a question...
will post it later, when i can scan it...
thought you all would enjoy, it...
an old timer, it is, :)
ooops, edit:
forgot... my mom and i love old buildings... especially barns, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hiya, and yep, it was a joke, and no, I have no liver, just some CARboNARa sauce.
I used to work at the RED BARN in El Cerrito, cooking chicken and flipping burgers for the Big Barneys.
I may have to look in my Binders of Barn Doors and Hay Lofts.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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MOUSE!!!!! If I have to haul my a&& across the country and kick yours, I will. You can be damn sure about that. I have to read about you being in the hospital here? OOOOOO! I could just stomp my foot.
Consider this a good cyber shake of your shoulders and a bucket of cold water over your head.
"But I'm not dead yet!"
Your radical turn-about in so many of aspects of your life this past year is nothing short of remarkable. I am so happy that you've been out and about, doing what you love...back in the mix...don't let the bastards (I mean doctors) get you down. You gotta FIGHT!!!
Kick something. Get mad. Then get back about your business being the wonderful person that you are. The muppet is looking forward to seeing you in September!
Do we understand each other?
XOXOXO
Aud
P.S. Lay off the alcohol until you're done with your antiBs so they can do their thing. Off soapbox.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yes, Auntie. That's a long reach to this morning, when I have just taken my last AB. TOO LATE! IT's TOO LATE BABY. JIM CROCE DIED IN ORLANDO AT DAWN.
Tell THE little miss C that THE MFM wants to hug her hard and say
"Welcome back to Californ-eye-yay
And to Yosemitay.
I Can't wait to play!
Your are now ON BELAY."
The little mouse laughed, you bet, to see such a show of affection.
As for you, you child of the seventies, what year did this all start, this power-trippin' on yer elders?
Jeez, Edith...
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The night Dixie drove down was the night gypsies, tramps and thieves, acting all sweet and innocent, like Donny Osmond, say, pulled their love out and if you could read my mind (it don't come easy) the sweet city woman, if not for you, would tell me that you are knocking Maggie May.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As if enough isn't a lot.
On or offs my head
I'm usually not in my bed
But out and about
I need to relax
So as soon as I gets backs
From the Bistro After Five
I gots ta put up with this JIVE!!!!
The left channel on these old speakers just the hell stopped and now I must use this as an excuse to go to the mall or Walmart today and find a new pair.
It's like Tad said once
His and my and now our little joke
Tad spoke
Mo' money is always nice,
Mr. Mice,
But only Mo is always nice to me
Even when I blunder
And so is it any wonder that when I'm away
It's really not to say
Something inappropriate here
So shut the heck up
And take yer Auntie's Biotic skill
Realize yer not over the hill
But still
She's a woman
A deductively, secuctively Purplebee Woman, fer sure,
But she's automatically RIGHT!
So much on my head,
But still I have no helmet.
What, oh what, I wonder, Helmut,
Will my dear young Aunt eSay say there, eh?
Well, if he were an eSay
and u, say, were a norski
the way to the sauerkraut
lies over the yawn wall in Germany, Bill
No, dear know-it-all, not that Bill.! Hah! GOTTCHAH!
--such sport the little dog laughs and morphs into a white husky bitch--
Bill Germany, MGR. Yosemite Lodge, YP&CCMFR, 1968 era
NUMBER TEN in the Mountain Magazine Mountain Moguls contest, early seventies. Grossman never heard of that series of Ken Wilson non-issues with which he was not informed of by the various pack of loser dirtbags reporting back in sporadic bits here and there and you never knew back then who would be next in the Camp 4/YV mix of reportage that appeared in the front of the mag, meaning innuendo was out, fun reminiscences, right out, we're only interested in hard climbing and it has to be new and it would help to know who the hell this guy is this month.
Nawmean?[Click to View YouTube Video]"D'You Know What I Mean?"
Fer sure, Reilley don't know. He can't spell his own name reight and never uses his rSytax correctly.
DUMBER than STupid over there. Wake up & go to bed, T Hocking. It's all about purity of the tent, right. That's right, Tad.
Say Good Night, DWAIN, wherever you are.
G'night, Scully. I should never publish that Facelife fauxto. It's not you. You were never there, and that wasn't John Boy tucking you into Afghanistan, that was the USMC. They need a few good men like you, my brother. I'm glad you have lived thru that nightmare.
As for you, Bill Germany, I love that you were still around in the DELUGES, during The HUNDRED YEARS FLOOD.
Irritating as it is to Think I'm NOT ANY Different From You, which is herewith shown, after having reviled you and Curry for all these years stretching back to the late sixties when you managed the Lodge and NOBODY likes the Lodge Manager is rule number one in the coffee shop then,
pause for breath, puff, wheeze...
it's nice to know and to be able to report that you responded the way that you did in the disaster.
So, thanks. If you are still kickin' and maybe kickin' it, my question is this:
"Where have all the old Curry execs and officials gone and who besides me cares?"
The LA Times?
http://articles.latimes.com/1997-01-18/news/mn-19902_1_yosemite-village/3
"If you're thinking about this event as some kind of John Muir deal where blessed solitude finally returns to Yosemite, forget it," said Bill Germany, director of hospitality under Fraker. "What it was really like was standing in two feet of freezing water full of raw sewage in 35-degree temperatures filling sandbags all night long."
Nearly 1,000 people, from ski instructors to store clerks, have been laid off. At least 300 lost their household possessions to the rising waters. Yosemite Concession Services says it is losing nearly $150,000 in gross revenue each day the park is closed. For surrounding communities, the losses quickly mount into the millions.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Millions of stories in the Naked Campground.
Then the dawn.
Some are not really naked, but hiding out there still.
The Flames needs some good stories in here about trips through the valley to Yosemite. One or two epics, like, some story about trying to hitch to the Ditch, dig?
"Kerouackina", darling, there I said it. Happy? I love you, wherever you are.
Sorry about the roll of Charmin.My ramblin' girl, her latest offering is How to Act Like Your Favorite Author, is being edited right now and maybe they's gonna realize who the real Road Righter really is and why the sun's gonna shine in my Back Door to Bakersfield guide book series--thre is a lot there, mostly space, but a lot, too, too!
She's so excited. I know I like it.
Here, not there, in semi-symbolic form and by doubling the exposure, are those who fear fear in the present day and have no fear of the past because it is past and shouldn't come back to haunt you but it always seems to now donut?
"If I had a hammer, I'd break the looking glass, Sunshine, softly I would turn and beat it till it's dead, splintered into a thousand tales of Fresno nights and DAYS spent trying to get out of Paradise, aka Bumvuck Camp."--a lady ranger who took some kool-aid one day and became temporarily disoriented, shall I say, not realizing, U NO...
Maia was a maniac,
Gaia was a gargoil
They began to wrestle
In front of Minnie Pearl
The hits kept coming and she started humming
And came up with a country western song
She took it all the way to Bakersfield
Made some money, blew it,
Came back to dirtbag in Camp 4
Her name was not Susan,
but it's a good name
and more Susans are present here than is normal there in SCGoatLandia.
So what's new with you, Sue?
Somethin' I'd really like to do
Hit you with my rhyming stick
Right between your Betty Davis eyes
Which might elicit dull surprise
Eric, I'm takin' care of you soon, with my Super Bowl winnings on my outrageous bets. So...
It's nearly time to say good night. But today is not the day to sleep.
And I need to get on the way to Walmart. It's a long walk.
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"Here Comes the Sun" is one of Harrison's best-known Beatles contributions alongside "Something" and "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". The year 1969 was difficult for Harrison: he had quit the band temporarily, he was arrested for marijuana possession, and he had his tonsils removed.
Harrison stated in his autobiography, I, Me, Mine:
"Here Comes the Sun" was written at the time when Apple was getting like school, where we had to go and be businessmen: 'Sign this' and 'sign that'. Anyway, it seems as if winter in England goes on forever, by the time spring comes you really deserve it. So one day I decided I was going to sag off Apple and I went over to Eric Clapton's house. The relief of not having to go see all those dopey accountants was wonderful, and I walked around the garden with one of Eric's acoustic guitars and wrote "Here Comes the Sun".--Wikipedia
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How to dress like your temporarily-favourite author, Lyon Eisley.Ne'er known to have drinked up and driven,
Always known for his scriving and jiving.when all drunks are dead, all will be dead drunk danes
--Mistah Cholly Choss of Osselough
http://www.eskimo.com/~recall/bleed/0115.htm
That's right. Walmart. Open. Open. Open.
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