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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 20, 2013 - 04:48am PT
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Supercreche for Supertopo.
It was an awesome event this evening, a closed circle of mice and moms and daughters and sons and fathers. Limited, very limited, because we are inaugurating an annual Washing of the Pet Rocks and Vanquishing of the Wild Rocks.
It's a symbolic thing, like all creches.
This creche represends the Be-Laying of Donini in the li'l town of Bedlam, somewhere out there in the fog of time.
The story is the same as in the Bible, the Green Version.
The actual nativity was like a climbing fest in Yosemite--everybody was off climbing when the good stuff happened back in Camp Faux, but there were no reliable witnesses, just rumors abounding, rangers impounding:
"Say there hey, did you hear thus and so and who-ma-jig went to Manger Rock and it was closed. They parked in a turnout and walked over and came back to rack and their wheels were towed. They were screwed."
There were no wise men in the bazaar, and as it was Sunday, the rabbi was off fishing. They sought the advice of the kindly young vivacious Ranger Rabbit at the kiosk and she ssid they were full, overnight parking was forbidden and enforced, and when they told her about their missing ride she did the only thing a former dirtbagger turned kindly young vivacious Ranger could do, rally, in good conscience, and with very little risk to her job whe sent them to the only place they could go--the boulders behind Camp Faux.
They had the baby, a shower in Curry, got jobs there, stuck with their climbing, and became you and me, fathers and mothers to the myth.
They never found the vehicle. It had been taken for a joyride by a drunken man who apparently was deaf and was last seen in Fresno County, parked near Toll House...
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**BELIEVE!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 05:35am PT
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The Making of Super Creche
There were too many mice, and we had to abandon anything having to do with Spanish Bastilles. No barbarians were available and so we settled for a project like I had originally not wanted to do, but I thought about how much it would mean to neebee to have her hard work pay off somehow despite that last package's absence.
So I knew that the rocks I had been bringing home were not very clean to begin with, so they got a bath, and you know, they perked right up and they never moved at all after I had posed them. The mice were troublesome. They often would wonder off. I witnessed several close calls--all were safe but two. Part of neebee's tail, the longest to survive the trip from back east, broke off, but I tossed it in the cup with the rest, who had docked tails of varying length (the carving knife thing is fiction) from the rest of the pack, party, gang--what do you call a smallish horde of baked clay mice, anyway?
A cast.
There were several nasty falls. Jaybro fell into a crevasse. We got him out safely. He claimed he didn't know what hit him.
Barbarian did the same, but I was responsible. My elbow nudged him. I began being more deliberate in my movements after that.
When we set up the tower in the left background, T Hocking and Ron Anderson began trying to ascend it on its north side, the one facing Lake Faux. It toppled, but the main actors, the other rocks, were not in place. No one got hurt, but Tad lay on his back for a bit yelling, "She's not mine!" Lilabiene and the Muppet ran over and she cried, "Shut the hell up! You dumbell, you're cold-cocked and better wake up or I'll cry!"
Muppet sat quietly, shaking her head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she said.
Tad began moaning, and he looked sort of queer as he whispered into Lilabiene's ear: "Purple bud...purple bud."
And after that we all worked and sweated and hauled and even had a little informal bull session with Sgt. Rock, the Marine D.I.
Then we all cleaned up and I placed the actors, called the role, and stole their little souls. To all a good night.
I have stills and close-ups of the performers, plus there is a portrait gallery of the pet and wild rocks.
That, though is for the next-to-the-next-shortest day of...wait, that's today. Then later today, like news at eleven, more on how Donini came down from heaven.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 20, 2013 - 07:51am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, this is neat... oh, i love this!!!
wow, wait til you see the poem... it will go with the mice, you will see...
:)
your's, was in the box... but i have a copy, of course, and,
uh:
so do the mice! but NO MORE CAN WE SHARE, YET...
AND GOD ONLY know, if the share will 'come to life'
from the poem, or not...
at least you WILL KNOW that we tried our very best... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 20, 2013 - 08:07am PT
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hey there say, mouse... okay--WOW, I MUST BREAK some of the silence, as the poem sure belongs here now:
and--box is late and you already KNOW there was supposed to be one...
so, yes, i MUST, and i can SHARE THIS MUCH of the secret project:
but will hold out a bit longer, for the
perhaps?? ACTUAL LOST CONTENTS...
HERE YOU GO:
HAPPY SWEET CHRISTMS FROM THE TWELVE MICE AND LIZ--watching over
(the "baker's doze" the 13th mouse) (mice of course, were for
your tree, and WOW you have them all set up and ready!!)...
-DONE TO: THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS:
ENTITLED NOW-- THE FIRST-DAYS to Christmas,
HERE WE GO—on the first days of Christmas, my 'to do' friends gave to me...
a group-gift-box, of many things, as I shall NOW see...
1-For the FIRST day towards Christmas, came a gift that was so sweet...
from a gal, who was to ol' Doug, the BEST and oh-so-neat...
2-On the second day towards Christmas, came a bit of nutrition to snatch...
it was something soft and something crisp, that together, do match...
3-On the third day towards Christmas, came a gift to keep him busy...
yet, in a mindful way, YET—one might make him dizzy...
4-On the forth day towards Christmas, came something about a place he loves...
where the stars shine bright, from the moon, and all the aboves...
5-On the fifth day towards Christmas, came something to keep him warm
and cozy...
as about more gifts, he NOW gets NOSY!...
6-AND on the sixth day towards Christmas, speaking of nosy and warm and cozy, most likely he needs a gift for OUTSIDE...
one that will work on trips to town, YET, still function, for when at home, he does ABIDE...
7-On the seventh day of Christmas, as momento-leads to momento, came a darling little treat...
something from a mystery-solving gal, and her babe, that he happily did meet...
8-On eighth day of Christmas, came many intriguing bits of fun...
from someone that knows what inspires a mouse, when the day is done...
9-On the ninth day of Christmas, came a gift to inspire him to dream...
as the days of Christmas, run by like rivers, or a stream...
10-On the tenth day of Christmas, came a shocking surprise, like non-other...
something of warm memories, that rhymes with: another...
11-On the eleventh day of Christmas, anticipating the eve, and up late...
turns out, there came a gift that from head-to-toes,that just wouldn’t wait...
12-On the twelfth day of Christmas, the ol' mouse was by friendship, caught...
as he opened his last box, and on all of these gifts, took thought...
Yep--he was a mighty happy mouse, in deed...
from this Christmas, that to him, did speed....
13-Why, it included a ‘baker’s dozen’ gift, to JOIN with it all…
yep-- another giver, included--one that for him, years-ago, his heart did fall…
*Neebee tucked it in, to be from that gal, as a special thought, you’all…
HAPPY SWEET CHRISTMAS TO YOU MOUSE FROM MERCED!
WE WERE PICKED OFF, FROM YOUR “FLAMES” THREAD,
AND—were able to respond…
you do not YET KNOW which MICE MATCH which number... :)
we are very thankful for all the merced-shares that you do for us...
our adventurous mouse-about-town... oh, and of course ALL the climbing
pics and history, as well!! after all: climbers we be! well, except for the hiker... ;)
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 08:58am PT
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Ch. 1
Fux twenty A. D. They gave Donini a GI rock hammer and he hefted it and said, words in red: Come on, do you want me dead? or alive...whereby I shall smite our common foe, the Wild Rocks, the Impure, the Choss. Got something heavier, Top?
The sarge in charge said, it's the best we can do, from World War Two.
And Donini about-faced and marched out the door, where it was heard by many that he called out in a humble tone, "Survey that piece of crap, I'll make my own. And he did.
He sought counsel with the Royal Armourer, known in Camp Faux, which was then a military training site, for his wondrous weapons, wicked wheeled carts, and did it all pretty much at a loss, for the Royalty was a tight-wad, HRH RR, the son of a maid and a man, like any of us, but forced to take the job, which was good for the people, for they spent all their money on aiding the poor of Camp Faux and aiding pretty much everything.
Donini had never been on aid in his life. He was proud of it. He meant to keep it that way and to set an example.
He came and climbed the Cathedral free.
Donini proclaimed a different, a new and more enlightened gospel.
He got on his knees and came into the humble yard of the RA, and he prostrated himself before the fire of the forge, saying, in his humblest voice,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQtyJZhV2lQ
Ivory, the Towering Giant, looked up at him and sid in return: I
I think little of your request, but I can see that you are not in jest, so I will do my vertical best. Do you need a rope or three, a new pair of shoes, all rubbery, not to mention some very nice shrubbery, or guided climbs in old Chile?
You should stand up, too--you're blocking the view of the beach. My people are people of the sea and the upland, at home in both, leisurely attired or covered in pile, they all are happy here, see them all smile?
That new chick with the long braid's the bomb, ain't she?With that, Donini stood tall and the two smiled at one another and raced to the beach, for there were Wild Waves to tame as well as Wild Rocks.[Click to View YouTube Video]"It takes a lot of courage to take that one last ride."
"You heard that from HRH RR. I've heard that courage pep talk. It takes a lot of wax to stay on the board, too. I don't think he's much for water, but he's surpising, to say the least. Or chalk to stay put on the tiny holds."
"I only use chalk now and then, not because I have to, you see. It's a hot day, yeah, but usually, unless it's really steep or overhung, nah. Well, I use it bouldering, but everyone does so."
"If you wish this hammer, you must forsake the White Substitute and adhere to the traditional creed of naked hand in the crack, the callouses on thy fingertips, and if you sweat, it's your fate, deal with it. Try Da Brim."
And from that day forward, with his mighty hammer held high, he strode out of the smelly hovel, a light in his eyes, and these words were heard by many:
NO MORE CHALK!
STOP CASTING POROSITIES!
I shall bring down the impure and leave only the pure, the granite and the sandstone of the desert, and I shall live in the high places of the earth and do only free climbs. And I shall guide the people with my native ability. And a GPS, I'm not stupid.
And no more did Donini sweat, at least when he was battling with the rock, dancing on it, or just running laps on crag or bouldering.
neebee--
I was busy writing this and didn't see it, what you wrote.
I could just ignore it, but since I read just the first couple of sentences, my curiosity is aroused and you're nice to come clean by any measure and so give me a minute to catch my wind and we'll see whatcha got, in that shaddokiddo box.
More cookies!!!!!!!
*please*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 10:01am PT
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Yep--he was a mighty happy mouse, in deed...
from this Christmas, that to him, did speed....
Well, as Mr. Vonnegut so often uttered,
"So it goes," about the above lines,
would be better said as,
"Slow it goes."
I have a sunrise to shoot and I will be back when I have some thinking done and some cogent things to say.
I had an awfully great email sent by Amy and we traded quotes and stories and some Wilma McDaniels poems.
Gravy and grits, y'all.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 11:00am PT
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So...
I got nothin'.
Helping neebee must be a gift in itself because she is a gift to all of us. Elizabeth means 'God's gift.'
That was a good poem. Now let's do it right, singing the first day, then the second day plus the first, to the end. Were you going somewhere? I'm gonna take a shower and do just that.
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Fish Finder
Social climber
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Dec 20, 2013 - 08:31pm PT
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Shrine on! Mouse
Happy Holidays!
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MH2
climber
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Dec 20, 2013 - 08:52pm PT
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Did I miss the candle? Am I confusing a crèche with a shrine?
We are allowed to share some of his private moments, as when he lights a candle before a little shrine to Balzac
Roger Ebert on 400 Blows
a group of young animals (as penguins or bats) gathered in one place for care and protection usually by one or more adults
Merriam-Webster on crèche
I like it, candle or no, young penguin or not.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 09:07pm PT
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Ch. 2
And they found Ron in the back of his car, fast asleep, saying,
"Why do you sleep?"
"I'll tell ya in the mornin' when the chickens come home. Now lemme sleep, already, aight?"
They retreated and muttereth amongth themthelveth, thaying thingth like unto: "Well, thatth the latht time I'm gonna let him thleep in on a weekday. The retht of uth never theem to thleep that thoundly and loudly and long."
And, "He's always stuffing himself on the left-over loaves and sardines."
"He does more leading than thou. He should be considered the Jefe when Donini retires."
"But Donini has expectations of living forever. He told me so. In the porta-Johns he ran out of john tp and he asked me for some. We got talking. He eats weird things, anyway, but he said we could have a party on him when he isn't here any longer. Live forever...sounds crazy to me."
"Yeah, I know. I've heard it all now. Next thing, he'll be telling us we can do it if we follow his example. Don't you have just a little misgiving when hearing proselytizing from some one whom you'd think would be a little more rational for one so brilliant otherwise?"
"He climbs like a god, all I know."
"5.10a, let's go to the wine shop round the back of Camp Faux. I found a sheckel in the porta-John. And Alice still owes me on that bet about Elazareaus and his sister's girl friend? Remember that joke...the dead hath arisen, my friends!"
n.b. or nota bene
Pronunciation-- Say no ta bay nay there and you're on the right trail.
crèche noun \ˈkresh, ˈkrāsh\
: a set of statues that represents the scene of Jesus Christ's birth and that is displayed during Christmas and within which mice play fast and loose all over, transmogrifying the event into what you have read so far
I don't think there is a complete apocryphal gospel on Donini's early life. The best we can do, as usual, is to rely on Roper's vision. I'm virtually certain that people have invented myths about Donini. As myth, they may eventually be transmogrified themselves into classic legends of epic proportions. I'm not gonna sit here and write out all the Donini apocrypha, I'd be dead and gone by the time I got through with the thing about the Snow Job on El Cap. :0)
FB message for Mr. Donini, paging Jim Bonini, you've been poked, prodded, and poled. Paging Donini.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 20, 2013 - 09:34pm PT
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crèche noun \ˈkresh, ˈkrāsh\
: a set of statues that represents the scene of Jesus Christ's birth and that is displayed during Christmas and within which mice play fast and loose all over, transmogrifying the event into what you have read so far
Mouse!
I just almost choked on my tea!
I am laughing very much.
Thank you for wonderfully and hysterically funny, wry, and glib humor. Great thread, bravo! HIghly entertaining.
And thank you to dear neebee for making all this hilarity possible with. . . Mice.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and climb on.
feralfae
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L
climber
California dreamin' on the farside of the world..
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Dec 20, 2013 - 09:36pm PT
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Very nice, Mr. Mouse!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 09:45pm PT
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The white pebble of hope belayeth on obsidian. Chertain shepherds lay sleeping among their rocks.
The Grand Granite Stairway from and to Heaven is not even fourth class.
The white pebble came rolling down it, bumping its Babys Butt.
What Folly is this Fickshen about a fouth class route?
F*#k guidebooks and topos.
I have a new plan! Inspired by the deity, Birdung.
But first I need a nap and some food, preferably whole-grain toast with prickly pear jam.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 21, 2013 - 12:16am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
as to this:
But first I need a nap and some food, preferably whole-grain toast with prickly pear jam.
hee hee... we are patiently waiting...
love those cactus and tunas...
for those NOT in the know as to tunas, it is not:
fish stuck in cactus pads, ;)
well, unless ol' mouse DECIDES to add a few,
in his next creative display... :)
(along with the true-tunas, though, please mouse, or, it just won't match
you above-photo)
:)
thank you getting us all to smile, laugh, and relax!
god bless!!!
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Darwin
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2013 - 12:53am PT
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Most esteemed Mouse, I fixed up your image for you!
I know this is a very very bad idea, but I couldn't resist.
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Mimi
climber
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:01am PT
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LOL! GUD one Darwin.
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Darwin
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:04am PT
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we'll see.
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Mimi
climber
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:05am PT
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I'm happy for the Seahawks, but I've got the Saints to worry about.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2013 - 08:42am PT
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I have no Broncos towel or I'd have been switching them off. The two things I have against Seahawks...they are from SeatHell, and they wouldn't say no to a freshly-caught mouse.
But Merry Chossmas, my man! It's only a game and I'm not paid for being a fan. Nofence around here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2013 - 09:34am PT
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I'm just sitting on a fence,
Some people say I got no sense,
But I just want to please you guys,
Hope I never hurt yur eyes,
I'm just sitting on A fence.
--the old Mickstery Man
To those still gazing at and seemingly lost in the rapture of looking at the creche (the power of Donini compells you), there is more bliss to be had by having a signed and blessed Da Brim sent to your door or to your climbing partner's door. Twenty-five dollars, cash, check, or money order.
I'll point up a thing or two about the creche that haven't been mentioned...there is a lot of minute META-MESSAGING going on in the work and many will overlook the details. I envision critical essays on this work will pave the way for more than a few PhDs in the future. Art history is such a booming niche nowadays, it's bound to be even bigger when more eyes start demanding more and more eye candy.
There is at the base of Bevin's photo, a small pewter frame with a booth photo of her half-brother Scott Ruffalo, the skateboard champion and his then-GF, Jennifer or Jen or Jenny. They have FOUR kids now, two cars, two dogs, a cat, and live half-a-mile down the road from where I and my sibs grew up. His mom Liz and her many sibs lived a few houses down from my home on a street intersecting Olive, but I did not know Liz at the time. And I first married Dolores, who lived just ten or twelve houses in the other direction from Scottie's and Jen's with her three sibs. The geographic details alone in this photo are a mine of facts just waiting to be discovered by delving Grads. The painting is a ficitonalized version of Yosemite Valley.
The painting is, obviously, a copy of a Bierstadt. Now that's gotta be an art historian's Nirvana, IMO. Deleriously.
And when the supertopo connection between ole topo-neebee and her primitive style and myself with my (?) 'tradition'-in-progress is brought into the mix, the theories of who influenced whom will be good for endless hours of academic debate and acrimony will develop and some careers will take a nose dive into the unemployment line where they may be lucky enough to meet a rock climber trying to assert a claim and ?hen who knows what could develop with that collaboration. Life is a circle and this is a Meta-Message, of course. A DVD is available with more critique and is narrated by Larry Jones, the Professor of the Blues and Yellers, a famous Flame and an artist in his own write. It is twelve fifty, cash, check, or money order. If you purchase the copy of the Blessed DVD, then this other DVD comes with, bear in mind.
Another interesting note:
The rock that T Hocking sits on is a chunk of granite from Tom's Thumb, the crag on Thompson Peak in Plumas NF above Janesville, CA. The spire he is under is a piece of lava rock from Thompson, as is the Grand Needle which Jaybro has free-soloed. He got stuck up there, too. It was not possible to down climb for him, though Gene managed most of it before he jumped! When the GN toppled, it was quite the scene. I'm just glad the new glass pane in the window behind the painting was not broken as it had been installed just that day! Whew!
"There is no meaning to the rock itself with no comparison to the rest of one's life. "--Donini
See, art history is an easy game. Just use your imagination. People will buy anything if it's put out there by someone with initials after their name. Art fakers know this and use the ruse all the time.
Visualize, art haters, all that you're missing by not sitting quietly and grooving inner-ly on the Donini Vibe? Custom-framed copies of the Donini Vibe Depiction, or DVD as it is becoming known, are to be had from me for Three Hundred Fifty Dollars, cash, check, or money order.
Look, I'm also going to be working on these prominent dudes' creches, all of whom are followers of the Way of Donini, if interest in this little proj keeps up: Whitey, Phil Bircheff, Werner, and CMac. But I haven't talked to them yet. But I never spoke to the Doh about this effort, either, so WTF. I'm gonna be taking subscriptions on the three mentioned above, OK? The subscription rates will be much less than paying for one later on, when the art dealers get their hands on some, so get in at the base of the climb, as it were. PM me with your subscription when you have the money. Sorry, we never take credit cards or PayPal. Just ain't enough business to bother with those. Again, cash, check, or money orders only.
For those who don't know me, I don't own a leisure suit, drive a late-model Caddy, and have no TV show, radio hour, or book on the market. I'm just a simple man honoring another climber who needs more appreciation than he's getting.
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Darwin
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Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2013 - 11:28am PT
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But Merry Chossmas, my man! It's only a game and I'm not paid for being a fan. Nofence around here.
Thanks, and "It's only a game" is so true. I was nervous about messing with your vision, and I'm still not sure that's right, but it was fun. I'm smarting from and interaction with a friend and Arsenal fan when I said that, although I was rooting for Arsenal in general, I liked Tottenham Hotspur's icon (cool rooster on a ball). OMG, you would have though I was promoting the clubbing of baby seals and all the holocausts.
Mimi, I have a soft spot for the Saints. But we have one (woman) friend who sometimes watches their games at our house and who takes them seriously beyond my comprehension.
Merry Chossmas y'all. Here's our "family" card that we send out, so have at it. It's inspired by one of us turning 64 this coming year and Sgt. Pepper's "When I'm 64"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2013 - 03:01pm PT
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Your cats can't be that old, now can they? But before (B4) I'd say either of you look younger than that, or Faux Paw, I'd rather go out clubbing baby diamondbacks.
The HORROR!
Meanwhile, on the home front, hoping Bevin visits over the holidays, Miss Melanie Melonsugar is in love or lust. At HER age, you would think she would know that these military guys are mostly good ones, but some are shifty and worthless. But that's just the same as the general population.
I should leave them alone...they are adult toys.
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nature
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Boulder, CO
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Dec 21, 2013 - 03:05pm PT
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Happy Festivus!
they are from SeatHell, and they wouldn't say no to a freshly-caught mouse.
OK... I won't hold that against you. I was born and raised in the PNW. I've been a 'Hawk fan since June 4, 1974 (the day the NFL announced they were giving Seattle an expansion franchise). Anyway... I have nothing against mouses but apparently that fictional bird does ;). And yeah.. the weather up there blows.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2013 - 03:12pm PT
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Oh, I've got nothing against Seattle, really, except the weather. But I rather think it blows, like most bad weather, the wind and all.
It all depends on where you stand, like in the Toffler Effect, meaning gooey on one end, hardening if you pull it out in strings.
Caramhell, CA., is a much better place if one wants sea and mountains. And there's Clint's restaurant, round the back there.
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nature
climber
Boulder, CO
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Dec 21, 2013 - 03:17pm PT
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I lived in Tacomahell for 18 years. I like Seattle as a city. 3 months out of the year it isn't bad. Plus it has Mashiko, Wayno, Mimi, Grossman, and Ghost.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Dec 21, 2013 - 05:45pm PT
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Mouse, sir:
I think you may have read Spider Robinson?
Toeffler? Futurists? Strings?
It is a rhetorical and perhaps redundant question, but what are you smoking? None the less, I agree, it does depend on where one stands. The perspective of the observer shifts the perception, naturally. A whole other discussion.
Merry Christmas, Happiest of Solstices ever, and here's to trigonometry and Hipparchus, that wily old Turk. My cousins and I long posited that he might have been one of the Wise Men, but later learned he was a tad earlier in the Human Race. I always thought he was related to Hypatia, though.
Toeffler? The future is what we posit it to be, and so our perspective is a significant factor. Perhaps more than we know.
I am having too much fun, being a convalescing Christmas elf, just nattering for my own amusement, making words here on my laptop as I watch the snow falling and the Divide being obscured as clouds slowly spill over into the valley. Footage follows after sunset.
I hope we are each having great celebrations of our own design and amusement. I am baking bread and keeping the fire going, and reading the archaeology of Inner Mongolia.
Thank you for the great sharings, laughter, entertainment, and smiles, Topo Tribe. Thank you Sir Mouse.
(I am reminded of Narnia.)
Feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2013 - 10:11pm PT
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I was smoking lucky mota strikes dusky dragon, apparently.
I took myself out of the building, physically placing me north and east of Middle Earth.
The distance doesn't matter, I've taken you all to this spot before.
So I dashed out G Grade to Padillaland on G Grade and stopped on the shoulder so I could freak out drivers. It's fun, you should try it. I know a lot do it regularly.
I'll save neebee the trouble of a lecture or rather, and admonishment. A gentle poke and a plea for not doing stupid things is what I'm entitled to, but she's far too busy to post. I'm still standing here and nobody comes that close and it's freaky when they shout or honk.
Roadside ditch.
Number two is better. Same shot, different monitor resolution. Hmmm...
edit: glad you're here, Ilollo, as we have had lots of visitors lately. Enjoy the open house.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Dec 21, 2013 - 10:27pm PT
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Mouse, sir,
I merely meant that your leaps of thought were quite gymnastic, and also highly educational, as I had to go read up a bit on Toeffler to get the joke, so consider that rhetorical question a compliment. I sometimes think Doug did his best thinking when he was surrounded by a cloud of smoke. :) And then he married this totally straight, not even a drinker female and taught her bad habits like wine and cigars and stuff. :)
Nonetheless, you have a very limber mind, and I enjoy reading your words. Thank you. I like your hawk. I had a gyrfalcon, erupted down from the Arctic, here Monday, and a report of another only 60 miles away south along the Divide. One of my favorite birds.
I'm with neebs: stay outta traffic, please.
Happy photoing, birding, and Solstice.
Feralfae
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 21, 2013 - 11:53pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
here i am, back on traffic duty...
doing my 'mommy job' for kids and the street, and warning them,
to keep out of harms way, just comes
natural...
GOOD thing feralfea stepped in to DOUBLE that warning...
been catching up loose paintings around here, now that cards
are done...
hoping to get the 'last ends' of about two more, done tonight
acrylics... then, tomorrow, on to the three oils, and then, wow,
three more oils, later as well...
HOPE the family of yours DOES get over to see you:
would be nice..
and--as well, for the mice...
perhaps you could have rice...
would it suffice?...
though, please do NOT add ice...
*heed my advice...
instead, try apples, by slice...
and after the meal, twice,
play DICE!...
with low, stakes, the price...
as,'tis wrong to entice! ...
to a gambling vice...
ahh, yes, hope they come--will be an evening
full of spunk and spice!
got to go do chores, now... :)
not choss... ;)
and, a hey there to feralfae!
as with these mice, we do all play!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 22, 2013 - 12:56am PT
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Ghostpoet / Cold Wind...on Vimeo Staff Picks
https://vimeo.com/home/page:1/filter:all/format:video
I dumped so many sunset shots tonight, after using a lot of settings, experimenting, but got a learning experience.
The days of the year are going to be getting longer and my life is getting shorter. Like a joint being smoked.
I used to experiment with many drugs as a younker. I guess I found what works for me works for many, many.
Somber thoughts on the side of the road courting death and shooting dying leaves and darkening scenes.
December, when there are children to think of.
Cecember's Children, full album
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCpkqZKuw6I
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Dec 22, 2013 - 01:08am PT
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Yes, nature is the very best high.
I love that I live out here in the middle of the boonies.
More cows, deer, elk, and antelope than humans.
Have a great evening, and thank you for the sunset shots.
fae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 22, 2013 - 01:17am PT
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fae
cow simple is that?
a bientot.
the singer'n aught are free
understanding comes from many many listenings not
it comes in a flash like a sun gone down
Route 66 is the best
if ya wanna take that California trip
and the best cut on the LP from 1965
that we wore out like tires
we started from California
we ended here
back on our cloud
aught: anything at all
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 22, 2013 - 01:52am PT
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Donini,
It, this, the Super Creche is meant to give some meaning to our season of Christmas.
Forgive a boy for trespassing on your property. No harm is intended, you got skin like any other man, and if you may have taken offense at some of this, it's all in good fun and for some sort of reason, not to make you or anyone else look the fool.
We are mostly a lot of fools on the subject of Christ. Paul the Apostle is known as having called himself a fool for the man.
What cryptic intent is meant by that phrase is up to the individual. I have lately turned to a gentler part of me and I hope that it shows. The role of Donini is an important one here, as you are a leader, but you are still human, so please, don't say a thing unless you are really pissed, then I invite an email.
The calling out of a challenge is complicated. Since you would be the man who is offended, you would need to challenge me.
I warn you, my choice of weapons will be throwing rocks, about the size of a softball, and the range, let's make that from Colorado's western border to Stateline, at Tahoe. I am warning you, I have the range, etc., but don't expect any return fire for a while.
Going to bed to wait for the reply.
Paging and possibly outraging Mr. Donini.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 24, 2013 - 09:40pm PT
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Piece of halibut, part of the deal.
See Hawks lose. Howard nominated for Sgt. York, can't pass muster.
Chieves lose. But it's no news that it's "Chiefs."
Sheep lose to (take your pick) lying shepherds in As-They-Lay Fields.
Angels sign Sweetly.
"We almost died up there."--Kim Schmitz following an Aquarian epi-soak with the Bird in '71
Jeff the Rev and I hit Reinero's and drank under the antlers of the dead.
I drank Bud. He drank O'Cools. I played the willing fool's
Role; and with the click of the dice they heard the mice
Telling of the old school's
Selling of the mountains.
Which didn't amount to much but me maundering and mousing off
But the Rev hilaritized and I got all sanctified and teary
Even though the Angry Orchard was beery.
It's called Fireball.
http://www.fireballwhisky.com/
Tastes like heaven, burns like hell.
The Flames had a good time tonight.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 24, 2013 - 10:59pm PT
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Dwain "Beaver" Clever, M.Man, LSEDFS.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 25, 2013 - 12:53am PT
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1984. Or well deviated.
Dave Humber-Park's not here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 25, 2013 - 02:03am PT
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cosmic
characterized by greatness especially in extent, intensity, or comprehensiveness
Comic.
Who follows what, where, when. I don't know. Who's following whom, I thought, now you tell me who follows what. Well, anybody knows that.
Who's that?
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Dec 25, 2013 - 02:38am PT
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Took this a few days ago when I was at the Amerigas office ...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 25, 2013 - 07:46am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
oh my... since i added liz's mouse, i did not notice that the real
13th mouse was missing...
my CAT got into the mice and was trying to take them OFF and eat them, from the paint box... but they are salt!
however, FLETCHER's mouse is missing in your photos...
it never GOT sent, :O
you will have to make a FLETCHER mouse, out of cardboard for your
choss set-up... i will make one and send it your way, soon...
*sorry fletcher, oh my, :O
thought i rescued these but i missed one... :O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 27, 2013 - 12:23am PT
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Didn't nothin' go right, but it's a sight "aight."
(Means OKEY-DOKEY or all right, Otay?)
I saw Fletcher's name there on the list, never connected the missing mouse because I never realized that. I've seen far worse things happen to Fletcher than get left out.
Amd GEE. Gemee. books and a ride, what a privilege to share the expense and the beer!
neebee, please hold off on posting till late tomorrow, I'll be in the Valley with my niece Amy. Hooking up in the parking lot at C4 to do "?" and "!"
We may spend the night in the camp, dunno.
I had a great day at the museum being a docent, the first time in a long time. Some photos will be on the Flames.
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