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Jaybro
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Wolf City, Wyoming
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Mar 20, 2015 - 08:55pm PT
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Mertz!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2015 - 09:50pm PT
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Yo' welcome?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 21, 2015 - 05:25am PT
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Christ, mouse, have you lost your male? Perhaps euro trash applauds gramps in the all together and the Shablet deemed it art and let me see it!
oh the Horror
Seems this thread is headed over to the boys side my most least favored topic.
Here is part of the reason why...
Some time in the mid sixties the switch hitters must'a thought that they could . . .
or my parents being bad even by the standards of those days, let the wee me go into men's rooms alone to pee.
This had repercussions, ie: when I failed to show after a bathroom break at the Tower of London my mom and sis went to a cop, the British bobby kind.
The way my sis tells it he turned and blew his whistle called on the Bobby box and shut down all the pissers.
When the search turned up some well know Buggers, one was worse for wear. I had stuck him in the eye and run into the ladies room next door hoping to find my mom and sis
but
instead was taken by a painted lady to see the Queen! That's right British buggers of both genders at the tourist sights!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2015 - 06:26am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 21, 2015 - 06:53am PT
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The painted lady did not return me until she was ready and then only because of all the commotion, she had plans, see.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 21, 2015 - 10:22am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I some times get asked to, step up and cover the room that kids have to wait in, in the event of early dismissal the kids, mostly get picked up at the school.
Found this sent me around the bend , the Kidz try to learn but the system is failing them.
I know that boys will be boys but, with the Tagging thread and the woodson vandalism, swirling in my head, I was In deep emotional dodo.
Trying to explian how Malala had had her head blown open for wanting to go to school,
while the Kidz were hyped up by early dismissal and the fun guy/Dad was manning the door. well it fell on deaf ears .
Light at the end of the tunnel and cool bridges too
[Click to View YouTube Video]the above is age okay but below is a bit creepy no?[Click to View YouTube Video]
now she has the Diana Krall sound down[Click to View YouTube Video]
Vanessa Williams . Remember her when!?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2015 - 11:32am PT
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Sister Scat RIP
I count mice instead of sheep
I just want to go to sleep
Oh God how I weep
When I think of my sister's cat
Who got put down
Old and blind as a bat
And having a paralysis fit
She'd lay there in her own sh#t
Unable to get to the litter
What a fix for a lady
So she went for a ride
A little pentathol bride
They'll plant her outside
Next to Old Sneakers
In the very front yard
On Cedar Ridge
And when the snow comes
If it ever gets here
They may go skiing on her grave mound
She'll be a Snow Cat
Lenna and her daughter Jessica are heading to Knights Ferry today while Ed buries the cat.
They'll watch Jessica's mate Michael and her boy Conor meet some rebels in battle
and he's only fourteen
but playing a drummer boy instead of his saxophone--it pays to start them early.
And we laid to rest Gary Boyer, another drummer, two weeks back. I believe he was the last of the Rhythm Knights of Our Town.Gary played with some other groups here locally, as well.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Bobby Clark (NOT Bobby Knight) and Rhythm Knights/Ragged Doll
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOOiTWoxIsQ
It's a slow dance.
Same crew/from Teenagers Forever
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_y9Y0emIwc
The Embers/I'll Be With You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B71Leo9yzU
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mar 21, 2015 - 11:42am PT
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RIP Gary. Truly one of the Musical Merced Royalty. We were a lucky audience.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2015 - 11:45am PT
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Hey, Steven. I got the news on gmail from Michael Kennedy's mercedmusic newsletter the other day. I knew Buzzy the Bass Player. I never MET Gary, but heard him a few times.
I was just going to see if you had known Gary or heard him. Thanks.
Have a good Sattiday, otay?
And by the way, was Werner correct about his remembering you had a wall tent in Camp 4 with a bed?
I remember well Mathis' old green canvas tent, but he had no bed, just a mattress.
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throwpie
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Berkeley
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Mar 21, 2015 - 12:43pm PT
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No bed for me. Inuslite man! I don't remember if Jeff ever had a bed in his tent. Wouldn't surprise me. I'll ask Nancy...nudge nudge wink wink.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 21, 2015 - 12:52pm PT
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The passing of our pets even after a long good pampered life is about the most gut wrenching, after years of constant pet owner ship I am ready to try to go forward without, the last day of my Daisy life will haunt me, the last day of my Very Big dog ten years ago on Halloween
Still makes me weep. He was twelve when he went ! A long and happy wild life from Arkansas
To dead shows as a pup he was mine and I his , he I had a bro, also big a newffy mix that went before him.
Just the tapping of this brings me to tears !
Go in peace good Cat and find my pals out in the great beyond they will be there for ya'
Paul Schaffer you know Daves band leader, he tried to hit on me at the 'old' lone star saloon
In NYC, in the mid '80s it led to my getting band from the VIP room when I grabbed his hand stood up with it still on my crotch and thumped his head on a post as his hand was at my junk I then stepped on his crotch and left with my tab unpaid.
The next day he went and had his last hair cut and has stayed shaved ever since.
Them switch hitters they make it hard on sensitive guys who just can't help looking bye.
The earring was the tell but my ears were used for resting using my head as a cam at the start of the roof of A Seperate Reality. Werner could not help laughing at one of us who had a foot pop and tore the base of his ear up exposing the nub of cartelidge (sp)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 21, 2015 - 01:20pm PT
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PATHOS
Couchmaster
Whoh, I was perusing the thread wondering how many of us have passed and caught the late Paul Humphery, posting as Disaster Master, post from 2010.
Dec 21, 2010 - 01:59pm PT
When I die
it won't be
from giving up.
When I finish this Thing,
or It finishes me,
I will be burnt to ashes.
Then mixed with magnesium.
I will be packaged in small mesh balls,
labeled with sarcasm, and prepared for distribution.
Then on fine day, when all who care gather cliffside
at an unimportant stone set in my heart,
they will grab my balls and place them gently in their chalk bags.
Then they will climb, climb, climb,
and grind me into the holds of my favorite creations.
But that's not all. My balls will travel in my friends sacks all over the world. I will be ground into the classics I have never seen, and could only imagine completing.
It will be the final road trip to everywhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Paul, I have your last will and testament chalk ball with your ashes packed and ready for a world class adventure this weekend. Heading where I do not believe any human being has ever trod. The intransigence of life permeates my soul.
2 weeks ago:From ,xx thread by wedge, Couchmaster todays date3/27/15
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1354502&tn=140
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little Z
Trad climber
un cafetal en Naranjo
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Mar 21, 2015 - 01:22pm PT
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that's an extremely unfathed story, sad to describes!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2015 - 01:41pm PT
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^^A bit fatuous, true.^^
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 21, 2015 - 11:30pm PT
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fat·u·ous
ˈfaCHo͞oəs/Submit
adjective
silly and pointless.
"a fatuous comment"
synonyms: silly, foolish, stupid, inane, idiotic, vacuous, asinine;[Click to View YouTube Video]
She was Anti-fascist also/too.
(a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all ...)
I was also very into a shocking punk scene in 78 &9 we kids would go out all night long taking the last train into the city,
The result of pushing Mr Schaffer brought me to the attention of Wendy O who was already
friends with Patrick of the Stimulators!
So if you doubt me I have a bunch more Stories that are gross and should be in a book of a
daring death defying misspent youth. [Click to View YouTube Video] not the best sound but with
this unless it means something to you personally it does not matter. The picture Is the Nine
yearold Drummer, Harley(ne Davidson)Who's hair would be doused (like the Flames) in Gin before each show. [Click to View YouTube Video]
My pals were all more mature? Than I when it came to sex and nakedness. They were gross rebelling from the Catholic Churches repression. Girls did things guys did things many mornings they all ended up in a filthy NYC apartment where they bathed? Together in a dirty bath tub.
The better apartment was upstairs from a Hells Angels shrine to The Beast From the East a bricked over store front in the alphabet soup neighborhood.
The beat poet Allen Ginsberg was around we called him Nick Rapschenack and he bought us ice cream and never tried to touch me never mind acting entitled to my junk.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 22, 2015 - 10:07am PT
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My ingnomic friend has a way with words.
Borrowing from my own spews
The angry little guy stews
And it's nice when we poeticals choose
To hear oneself when we lays off the booze
I believe I will grant him imprimatur
As he seems to be (voila!) a lot more mature
Rants are not the way to public acceptance
Heads may turn and eyes look askance
He's chosen to "sing" and so it gives us a chance
To hear what he's saying so let's dance
What a difference a good night's sleep can make.
This winter has been rough, I gnow
And if ever this blasted white snow would just go
Spring will then jut forth into our lives
Making the kids and the faithful wives
Awaken like bees in their warming bee hives
to respond to our tales, our songs and our jives
So taking a cue from a post from Princess neebee
I dust off this old Dino Valente LP
Dino Valente/Everything's Gonna Be OK
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se54DgKKyzU
Lately I've been walkin' on a new side of town
New kind of doin' and my mind's all around
It's a new kind of somthing that I just found
Everything's gonna be OK
Bright golden feathers and gossimer wings
Moondrops and leathers and fairy tale things
Silver spun angels smile dancin' in rain
Everything's gonna be OK
Lilacs and lillies and clover is green
Treasures of tapestries woven between
These are the traces of such to be seen
Everything's OK now
Summer white raindrops and winter is pale
Autumn makes magick and springtime is frail
And the song in my heart is the song on my trail
Everything's OK now, it's OK now
'Bout this time of evenin' with the sun goin' down
There's a new kind of music I been hearin' all around
It's a lucky charm, and it's mornin' bound
Everything's gonna be OK, it's OK babe,
It's gonna be OK now, it's OK...ay... ay...babe
It's NYC that is the music nexus in this orchestra of a country.
You need to go there to get heard by the herd of the hip.
Fred Neil, meet Dino Valente.
Bob Dylan, meet Bob Gibson.
Guys, meet Albert Grossman.
Albert Grossman, meet Gnome Ofthe Diabase,
who knows Who Knows Who.
Stay off the sauce, my friend.
"It's the right thing to do."--Grampa Walton
[Click to View YouTube Video]
http://www.furious.com/perfect/folkniks2.htm
http://www.furious.com/perfect/folkniks.html
Fred Neil, everybody's talkin' at you.
neebee, I'm sittin' here talkin' at you.
What a wonderful share for a springtime Sunday morning.
Fred Neil/Everybody's Talkin'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5txh2GvPmAU
I owned a Yamaha 12-string one time. Had it maybe ten days.
It got ripped off in my only trip to Canada in 1970.
I've often wondered Who In the Hell Is Dino Valente, who jointed forces with Quicksilver Messenger Service about that time. I did not know he was a 12-stringer like Neil, Havens, Ochs, and others from the folky NYC scene.
Now I DO know, and everything's gonna be Otay, at least for this day.
Jerry Loggins on FRESH AIR on NPR on guitars with a dozen strings.
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=4983937&m=5006617
Leo, meet Jerry.
Jerry, meet the Taco.
Jerry, have a nice day!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 22, 2015 - 10:25am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]``I know you know there are parts (1-5) and that as a sound of those times It is worth a cosmic listen
but I have got "That what I do" comin' at me, n' have to go so
[Click to View YouTube Video]Not very Budihist of me I really don't mean it OTAY!
GOD needs HIS Rx, Medicine needs to the medical trees there is fog rolling in
Under cover of bowling on lane twenty at the end o' the row, big joe comes and rolls a spare God saved for the night!
It is a frightful dream scape all ve gassy neon lite as a preggars dwarf might get up to in
Lite of the shad I would rathe no
Not not row that boatThat ship has sailed his 1st mate is a lurker on this how else could he care about only re sales I own his fine but had it borrowed by a cat how attempting and
Sending the triple cracks never gives it back. Oh Keith you did not die in battle
Then lays down his ride a19 year old Harly prolly high on mo ren gin.
A sun day in the end of May a straight away no junk to hit in. Sight
The mid age spread was as much the cause as the blow to the head!
He was in a helmet they say
The comma lasted as he astro projected to his garden of yore where he got to climb and re climb every pitch that he ever climbed , all in his dieing mind,
Lasted two weeks fought but why he slept sittin'up layer no laided it down on purpose
Or opiated ? Uhle never know nor will I but God knows he was my Clepto took and took roomys porch plant got bouncy with and liquor end but I called him Hamm!
It was short for the hammer he still climbed with all the way through
How else to test in situe pro?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 22, 2015 - 10:34am PT
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GOTD, buddy, calm the frank down, please.
I have a point in using that word.
I have been accused, and rightly so, of being, like, hey there, say, Jude:
Why the obscurity? Why not say it in plain words, whatever it is that you must say?
If one has something to say, say it plain, and why say it again? This is a question asked of us in Talking Heads vs. Psycho Killer.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again? --Psycho Killer.
It's not often easy to experience life but one needs to go quietly amid the noise and haste of life to enjoy it more fully, as Max Ehrmann writes in his poem, which was immensely popular in the sixties.
DESIDERATA
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
--Max Ehrmann, "Desiderata".
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1962261&msg=1962261#msg1962261
I am not afraid to say I'm sorry, because there is love between us, no matter the short time we've been acquainted.
And you know what Erich Segal wrote, don't you, about love in Love Story?
He said, "Love means never having to say you're sorry."
That, however, is a fatuous remark, in my book. It's "pop," and it's cant and it is pointless, because love is many things, not all of which are explicable or understood easily.
So let me ask you, Millisecond (a term of endearment, m'dear), to divulge your climbing history in a manner which is more easily understood, FOR THE SAKE of your own integrity and that of The Flames.
For sure, I'm sorry if I offended you and I won't bother to say it again, my friend.
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