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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 23, 2015 - 08:42pm PT
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In the mythical town of Dirt, off the beaten track, is a restaurant called DirtBagger's.
Their menu is mostly solid food.
I stopped, but you know these out-of-the-way food joints...
I had these from the a la wheelbarrow menu.
main course - xeric hyplocalsquid - rubber chicken
soup course - gaspacho petroargid - needed less salt, more water
salad course - typic aquisalad - not very fresh, wilted, in fact
lots of crackers - Waverlys, Wheat Thins, and pinon nuts
dessert course - duripan flambe - made with substitute laterite
I had to buy bottled water, no biggie, but it was tepid.
The place had a "vibe" all its own, though; and I found donini's name was etched into the men's room mirror.
I got back in the Vee and got the hell out of Dirt.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 23, 2015 - 08:47pm PT
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What's for desert?
Caveat emptor
I have no routines or personal history. One day I found out that they were no longer necessary for me and, like drinking, I dropped them. One must have the desire to drop them and then one must proceed harmoniously to chop them off, little by little. If you have no personal history, no explanations are needed; nobody is angry or disillusioned with your acts. And above all no one pins you down with their thoughts. It is best to erase all personal history because that makes us free from the encumbering thoughts of other people. I have, little by little, created a fog around me and my life. And now nobody knows for sure who I am or what I do. Not even I. How can I know who I am, when I am all this?
EDIT: ... er ... dezzert?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2015 - 09:11pm PT
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Strawberry Shortcake a la norwegian.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 23, 2015 - 09:14pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown... oh my, and what a flaming, surprise!
why, it is BAKED ALASKA, of course, only MERCED style...
a bit of the cake (lower base lever), yep... but:
the iced-cream-of-the-crop... on TOP...
shove it in the OVEN of the ol' taco, and voila!
there you go!!
baked alaska! merced-taco style...
edit:
assuming you meant 'dessert' and not desert' as the 'style of the question
lead us to believe, ;)
YET for THE FLAMES:
we allow:
say, OLA! to you, too, zbrown...
and happy good taco eave...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 23, 2015 - 09:30pm PT
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Hola neebee
Hola, amigos/amigas ¿Qué tal?
It's all yours now mouse. You owe me one (actually more than one. but I owe you a few too).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2015 - 10:10pm PT
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Flame on!
DKW
In 1904, Jörgen Skafte Rasmussen established Zschopauer Motorenwerke to manufacture boiler fittings. In 1906 he purchased a textile mill in Zschopau, Saxony, and began production there in 1907. During World War I Rasmussen worked on a steam-driven vehicle ("Dampfkraftwagen"), from which the three letters DKW were derived.Drivers, start your engines.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 23, 2015 - 10:33pm PT
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What's it all about, Alfie?
Many things, Grasshopper.
42 yrs ago Ross and Mouse topped out in a late March snowstorm on the Salathe.
We walked out in snow.
We thought then that we knew all about March Madness.
Today, I've reached new heights of awareness.
I am truly blessed with so many friends of similar taste that I must use a scene from one of my all-time favorites and one more which my friend Millis favored as well.
After he had been taking opium, Curly Bill walked outside and shot the sheriff.[Click to View YouTube Video]I killed the thread. Now it's resurrected and everything's gonna be settled someday at the Otay Corral.
Old Lodge Skins prepares to die, then tries it, but finds Rain In His Face, to his chagrin.[Click to View YouTube Video]What's for dinner? It's not beef, it's fat cow.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 24, 2015 - 04:52am PT
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It is so funny how we relate and that us with real problems just want an escape.
Those of us with real problems there is no escape
fook sake, jake i am all sorts of stressed . give me slack
slack !
slack damnit slack!
ooh nope i'm outa here.
But I will try not swear just t be fair, i embellish
Facts are facts the Drummer was nine in '79 or it could a been aight, eight ,ait'm
and Patrick don't call him pat or rick for that matter rubbed so much Gin in his hair it stank and got the kid Blotto,
When I was in the ditch with a disgraced ranger from Rocky Mountain's National park,
He wanted to redeem himself and saw me as the way and would ignore the belay.
Two very illoustrious folks were witness and it choked and floored'em to the point of action;
This may be sacaralidge yo,
I don't give a ratzz azz
I think it was Mrs Braun who third classed up bishops terraces and told me about it so!,
She said something like your not on belay that guys gonna get you kilt, and climbed away the angel! she was Beauootiful I remember that! !
Ask her maybe she remembers?
Then My only great story ! By who it's protagonist was
At the apron the Glacial one.
Six of us that I picture here taken by John. (the guy in yellow was not climbing) We were gonna' climb enchained, but something happened on YEe ground during my lead so yo're Rite right
write ,mouse I was not there and do not know for sure but . . .
Yablonski was the only one tied to the line
All that meant to me though, was that
I was gonna have to do better to get McNutt butter.
Famous fatous the famous was courtesy of the auto correct
so stopping to switch to the marital stress of getting on the desk top to tell more.....
No need to explain it ya all want not to hear so I ll save it but Yabo took the dull end and let me send ...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 24, 2015 - 04:57am PT
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here or there is it a question for one,or well i know it is only a question for one
stoop low for you, getting off, it was up to 104? or for sure 77 but the 1st two posters were who ? they put up four or five word responses . . .
like the fridge, was opened and closed as fast as could be, can't see any stock,
Quick d za 'nha then phfftt, another fake yawn, 'nd gone like smoke thru a rams horn the twisted chamber just right.
it is not so bad, some times I'm right.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
that word sendz some to look it up and then well, you see
but i be krazee, this am. . .
that too is the fact
as zis sure always ,
fun er iwill flame as i will i burn!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Once too, only time ever, that i can remember with one who's anonymity is now at stake to verify my own story here,
slowly from a death cross loaded biener with eight crossing gate of the 'clip' in a very scary looking way I was above One so famous that I am glad not to have dropped on his day or head the rope came tight as I had to swing out on it and sure as shitt that gate opened but I was quick to drop, power rap, to the ground Lots of sweat but no harm no foul just another day on Kansas City.(still 5.12)
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Mar 24, 2015 - 05:38am PT
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Old Lodge Pole has spoken:
"I have thought and talked and smoked on this matter,...
...and my decision is...
The Flames have returned."
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Mar 24, 2015 - 05:56am PT
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perception of warmth, wallshadowcast, check!. the flame will abide ... on a diurnal basis at minimum. check local listings
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2015 - 06:11am 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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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 24, 2015 - 06:47am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
well after throwing a wabbler I got to look and see what youn sent me and I am without my helmet I think that Flat top had one made of fibers that is the change made, no no no I was
wrong here is what the dry to post too dry
so I cut paste, hear,
The U.S. military adopted helmets based on Hadfield steel, called the M1 “steel pot,” in 1942. These helmets remained in service until the mid-1980s when they were replaced with helmets manufactured from a nonmetallic material. Small numbers of the M1 helmet are still used today in special missions such as shipboard firefighting."
The beginning of World War II also saw an escalation in the lethality of ballistic threats, resulting in higher fatalities and injuries. The bullets and shrapnel in World War II had greater mass and higher velocities. As was the case with World War I, soldiers initially resisted wearing helmets. They felt that the 3.5-lb helmet was too heavy, and that it limited hearing, vision, and mobility of the wearer. However, the troops quickly accepted the trade-off when they observed the lethality of the munitions on the battlefield and recognized the protection provided by the helmet."
here is a good bourbon that i used to like and i loved the price and my favorite real estate,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2015 - 07:27am PT
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Strangers than fiction.[Click to View YouTube Video]
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Strange Brew
Stately Pleasure Dome, TM
Grade I
@ 5.10 (never recorded ascent)
done by four complete strangers to climbing: R. Breedlove, D. Bircheff, P. Bircheff, B. Bermingham
@ 1974-5
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 24, 2015 - 07:53am PT
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still catchin' up and not well read but iam gonna go away for a bit, to the Gym not a KLettering one. . . Thnx for. Wise est words . . . Be well....
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2015 - 07:55am PT
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It had to happen once, but over and over again?
바카라사이트전략ぱ＼바카라사이트전략ぱ＼바카라사이트전략ぱ＼
EDIT: I got it now Robbie
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Mar 24, 2015 - 08:46am PT
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I thought it was "I think they have it now Robbie".
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2015 - 09:10am PT
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Well, even though some them aren't speaking anymore, I still don't feel comfortable speaking for them, I think.
"they got it now Robbie"
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A little further on "down" the road (climbing content - Mr. Clapton's geetar goes off belay at :50)
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"It's All There is Folks"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2015 - 05:03pm PT
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Mar 24, 2015 - 05:24pm PT
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It Makes No Difference, we might as well speak for them, unfortunately there's only two able to speak now, Garth and Robbie. No matter, some great performances from the film. My favorite tunes, featuring the voices of Rick, Richard and Levon.
The Band ≈ It Makes No Difference
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The Band ≈ The Shape I'm In
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00VkP7v-VaM
The Band ≈ Don't Do It
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feEBEpDLTKI
According to Levon's book This Wheels On Fire, Levon and the rest of the band did not appreciate the camera's love affair with Robbie. He also mentions that they had to remix the entire effort because they forgot to turn off Robbie's microphone. Apparently he could write the lyrics but couldn't carry a tune. However; he could pick with the best of them, I can't take that away from him.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2015 - 06:01pm PT
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Did you notice how happy The Mathematical Guitar Genius and Rick Danko were during Neil Young's song.
Another in a long line of lasts.
The only sound that's left after the ambulances go.
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Mar 24, 2015 - 06:23pm PT
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I guess the happiness stems from that Canadian National Pride. Actually they all seemed pretty happy, given the fact they didn't want to be there. I guess that fact was offset by all the party favors back stage.
Did you notice how fast Robbie picks up the lead when E.C. goes "off belay" (his pro was poorly set from the beginning)? He doesn't miss a lick.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 24, 2015 - 07:25pm PT
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Well as they say, money (and cocaine) doesn't talk it swears.
Helm went so far as to say that Last Waltz was "the biggest f*#kin' rip-off that ever happened to the Band", citing that he, Manuel, Danko and Hudson never received any money for the various home videos, DVDs and soundtracks released by Warner Bros. after the project.
Robbie and Martin moved in together up in the Hollywood Hills, whilst finishing up the film and as much powder as they could get their hands around.
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Tobia
Social climber
Denial
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Mar 24, 2015 - 07:29pm PT
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My take away from Levon' s autobiography; Robbie took all the credit and glory
Not to mention the royalties from all the songs that he copyrighted. He did write most of the lyrics; but the music was made by the group. Consequently, there were some members a little bit hungrier than Robbie. Greed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 25, 2015 - 03:20pm PT
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I've 17:00 left on the library internet.
I'm going somewhere else.
Bye.
I'll file a TR when I get back from vacation.
Flame honk!
MFM
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 25, 2015 - 04:11pm PT
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hey there say, mouse...
ahhh, so folks WILL know you are at the library computers, until
your account is back up to date then, :)
just re-passing the word, for you, :))
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 25, 2015 - 04:31pm PT
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Thanks for clearing that up neebee. I was thinking he was at the Library of Congress trying to double check my references. Uh, check mate!
Another in a long line of lasts. May be the last time, I don't know.
filmed in Ireland. Is some photographer in The Flames arena holding back on us?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 26, 2015 - 07:45am PT
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My copy of the tape of this show, has these notes;
4th Gen. death board/from some guy named PHIL LESH!! & No Dolby, PLEASE, the Cassidy>To Lay Me Down, is worth the listen. [ Click to View YouTube Video]
I made sure to see john in his prime
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the real chops for Zimmerman fanz
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 26, 2015 - 07:45pm PT
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Hello tribe,
Just because The Flames feels like a great place to post this, and to share it with Mouse and Liz, from Doug and me, just because today is a special anniversary for Doug and me, and this song was our last discussion, more or less, the night before he escaped. :)
Click here for the song. Or not. I remain in awe and appreciation. Whew! "The most magnificent Spirit I have ever known." Those are the words we said to each other when we got married. :) Whew!
Enjoy, Mouse.
And, get well and good healing and {{{Hugs}} from everyone around this beautiful fire, which you tend with such loving balance for all us adventurers gathered around its warmth.
namaste,
feralfae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 27, 2015 - 12:24pm PT
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That's a good one ff. I was not familiar with Dar until now.
Take two. Double our pleasure. I kinda like to see who singing.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It starts out ... A guy in shades and a guy with two hats, and a nun take an outside seat at the bar ...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 27, 2015 - 10:12pm PT
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Z: It starts out ... A guy in shades and a guy with two hats, and a nun take an outside seat at the bar ...
With terrible trepidation, I ask, ". . . and? (is this a pun?)
and I also ask: "Is Mouse now on his adventure?"
And do we have a prayer/happy thought/positive energy/<*twinkles>*/focused intention/well-wishing Circle going here around the fire? Okay. Now we do. So, just whenever you think of Mouse, send some loving and healing energy his way when you feel like it. Simple.
feralfae
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 27, 2015 - 10:15pm PT
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neebee, my new porcelain clay is here, so if you don't catch me on the Taco, here by the fire, you have my email and phone.
Stay in touch, and I'll get back within a day or two. I only sleep in the studio sometimes. :)
feralfae
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2015 - 12:03am PT
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hey there say, feralfae... mouse sent an email... his surgery was postphoned yet again, :O
he is off line until he gets his account, online, payment through...
not sure when it will be now... wow, so many cancels...
thus--there must be a perfect time, ready for it...
let's keep praying... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 28, 2015 - 12:06am PT
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hey there say, feralfae... wow, was lovely to see the sharea about you and doug... done for mouse and liz... oh my...
say, great to hear of the clay!...
i was helping two 'friends in need' by phone, the other nights... and, also had to get up early...
i am getting back to my chores now... will try to get hold of you tomorrow, which will be saturday, :)
happy good clay days, to you...
perfect timeing, too, for you to get the 'new way, to do in clay' now...
:)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 28, 2015 - 04:32am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I am always running at a loss and have not a pot to piss in, the kidz get fed and clothed but the things we want for are many.
Choices and the ravage world has spun us down and under.
The surf crashes overhead as we drown.
People are still surfing - We are drown the choice was only half ours,
but for those of you that eat love and drink positive vibes,
go feed some thing to a starving being.
Oh the irony. . . ?
Help a mouse,!
wife said
no, you
would
not
I . . .
Are you waffleing as to the sad irony,
it just brings peace of all kindzzzz
Of Mind?! Piece of all kind . . .true free will exasperated !
Not that "they" reject that there be as it were powers that be
just that those powers ,?? Big Magi,C?? are often scary er to the control all freaks that inhabit the scientific world, then the theorem that they study ad infinitum.
Ohh there is no where to hide that was a list:
not church and school AND SONG but meditation, warfare, love, or fear.
But wait a bit what was it ? A fairy, as in magic sprite, Wild Mountain Girl ?,you slay it"
":as are apparent from such energy states as meditation, warfare, love, or fear"
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I love science. It has been very good to me. But I also love metaphysics, and that has been very good to me as well. I find it difficult to parse awareness/mind/Spirit into separate units of being, and so, when I speak of mind, I am unable to hold it apart from my own sense of being, from my own awareness, from my own Spirit. (And this is my own subjective view of life and spirit and being, but I think it is shared by many humans.)
And it is Spirit, I believe, which gives me the humanity to appreciate the prismatic effect of sunlight on water, and smile at a rainbow. And yet I know at a certain level that the rainbow is a display of quantum mechanics. So my delight is also in having that understanding of a rainbow. Are we not, as humans, capable of enjoying and appreciating both aspects—and other aspects which may yet be revealed—of a rainbow? Of the human experience?
I offer the above to say, in summary, that human beings are easily capable of holding both their scientific method and their subjective humanity as we explore concepts and phenomenon from our human perspective. There are balances and contradictions that will continue to emerge. How we approach and entertain and examine these internal and external phenomenon will depend largely on our human ability to hold objective and subjective aspects of experienced existence as both of significance.
3/24/15 Mind thread post #5006
Thank you.
feralfae
peace to all man kind
This is a stick up
Now get up and leave out,
New routers New ROUTES
To the hills n cliffs.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mar 28, 2015 - 01:33pm PT
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Relaxing in Zion on our southwest Westfalia tour. It looks like there might be some good crack climbing here.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 28, 2015 - 03:44pm PT
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Cracken me up, u rm, Mr. PieToss. & such understatement--never have I heard such before.
Zion is a crackless waste with virgin rivers
Saturday is a cracked diabase with large porphyritic crystals spread throughout, looking to the unobservant like quartz gonzognome.
The playing fields of Eden Creek Elementary School produce some of the best chamomile this side of Nirvana, UT. It grows best in the shade of the wooden baseball backstop.
I am sitting at a terminal amid the fiction, young adult, mystery, western, and sci-fi sections on the lower level of the county library, not the one of congrefs. There are large print books on both this level and the upper level, which is devoted to the real, the factual, the oversized and the illiterate.
Speaking of large print? How do you make a Venetian blind? Take away his glasses.
It's no joke being here. It can cost you plenty. Fifty cents a day is the not-so-fine assessment for keeping seven-day books for eight days. It can cost you as little, however, as a quarter a day for three-week books kept for 22 days.
So it pays to read fast. It pays to get out the door and return the books, come rain or come shine. Today is shine, and plenty of it. It's nearly 90 degrees outside. A good day to stay indoors reading a quiet Jack Reacher novel. And the one that I have going is quiet...the body count is zero and I'm a third of the way through it.
As to the surgery, yep, it's postponed yet again. I'm being given a new drug that will knock down the amount of water weight in my system better than the old one. My body is like an old car being tuned up prior to a minor process that will replace a fender. Sort of useless, but it makes more money for the mechanics, somehow...
I need to go see the sights here on the ST, so I gotta go.
And god bless all and sundry.
mfm
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mar 28, 2015 - 05:33pm PT
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Peggy Lou says hi Mouse
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 28, 2015 - 05:48pm PT
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Doing my morning Tai chi, the mfm, on the left, casting warmth around his spot, day dreams of warmer times . . .
mfm i was luking when you posted but was already late for dinner . we are trying some thing new . . . sitting at the kitchen table, sitting in a meditation circle, sitting together as a family and saying out loud the affirmations of the day, it is kinda corny but we are a small unit and the first ten years have rocketed by as the teenage years are upon us,
it is HANG ON it will be a wild ride.hh
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I was sure that i had posted some of this show but as I could not find this or Drugz, well here hear this[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 29, 2015 - 12:38pm PT
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Yah Tah Hey or in the words of our intrepid Working Class Hero (no fortunate son here amigas/amigos).
Whoopie Ti Yi Yo
[Click to View YouTube Video]
ff:
It ends just like you thought it would. I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in your dream
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mar 29, 2015 - 12:41pm PT
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Einstürzende Neubauten - Ein Seltener Vogel
[Click to View YouTube Video]
What a rare bird...
What a rare bird
A rare bird
What a rare bird
What a rare bird
it sings softly
Feathers without colors
What a rare bird
What a rare bird...
beak in the heavens
what a rare bird
What a rare bird
flies alone to the towering peak
of Mount Ararat
Now it finally starts to rain
and it won't stop at all
After the rain not all of them are there anymore
for example
The Pteranodon is not there anymore
for example
Archaeopteryx is not there anymore
for example
Even the Shenzhouraptor is not there anymore
for example
Anyway after the rain many are not there anymore
I am waiting
for the landing in confidence
on the once towering peak
the new island
the only strand
I am waiting
for what the rare bird
on its return carries
in its beak:
The new song!
Ararat!
What the rare bird after its return carries in its beak:
The new song!
It lies on the tongue and burns! On the tip of the tongue burning to be sung!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 29, 2015 - 12:45pm PT
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I was going to put this on the What Song thread, but it does seem to fit better here in the another Last vein.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mar 29, 2015 - 12:51pm PT
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Einstürzende Neubauten - Dead Friends
[Click to View YouTube Video]
There's a place around the corner where your dead friends live...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 29, 2015 - 01:08pm PT
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She got a new car and a new pair shoes? oooh ah whooo!
Betty Lou?
Nevermind, but we still love Ms. Peggy. Doesn't look like a Studebaker either.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 29, 2015 - 09:19pm PT
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Gnome, thank you, kind sir.
All best to you and your family.
feralfae
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 29, 2015 - 09:25pm PT
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Marlow,
Beautiful poem. Is it yours?
Thank you.
Feralfae
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 29, 2015 - 10:06pm PT
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Z:
ff: It ends just like you thought it would. I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in your dream
Haw Kola ZBrown,
(I think you are male, anyway.) We might want to be introduced prior to entering each other's dreams. That is custom, you know. :)
There are still cowboys in Wyoming, Montana, the Dakotas. Probably other places as well, but those I know for sure.
Stories/games never end the way I think they would: they always end better. Sometimes there are surprises, and we get to do some improv. But I have no complaints with the stories/games I have played in so far. Maybe a few suggestions, however . . .
Thank you.
ff
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 30, 2015 - 01:26am PT
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As a means of getting my way back machine warmed up,[Click to View YouTube Video]There are a few nicer videos
but the Capital shows! the Red Rocks of the east?
A open invitation to post
lol I was watching A Million Ways To Die In The west
And the synergy here was better than the flick.
I want to reach out and help but all I got is moldy cheese.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Gypsy! We all regret. . . . . mfm was rash . . . . . . he has the right to be
[Click to View YouTube Video]
What one can do or do is what makes things sticky, the resin of life .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The climbing life, with the rewards and punishments
is not an easy fit, finding a working lifestyle is hard.
Climbing can be bad for balance in a metropolitan
Life, or it can provide The balance, the juxtaposition of rockwalls and steele n' glass towers.
Both needed for existance.
The sad thing that the slippery slope is gravity fed and like climbing, the normalcy Shute
Takes loved ones and strangers,arbitrarily
some are more at risk than others by the nature, of . . . .?what? Personality ? soul?
Hart ? energy often attributed to higher power?
Some people seem blessed or less pulled by gravity. I hope that all climbers share an IT
For a time many people get it what ever it is we know it when it resides with us and if we listen carefully we can here it or sense that it is less than it once was
Should I go back and highlight the it's??
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Mar 30, 2015 - 08:48am PT
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Was thinking of Wyoming, Montana, or the Dakotas, but settled on Clarksville.
Unfortunately the last train left the station.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
ff: It can become confusing when one is erasing personal history, but looking back briefly, despite admonishments not to, zBrown is most likely male, else ol' zB would be bruja. Now that we've gotten to know one another, you can call me zB. Just don't call me J...
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ff take two:
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Long version (@2:45)
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 30, 2015 - 09:32am PT
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z,
So, okay, Haw Kola!
About 2:45:
Ha! Thank you! Lovely. I have never had a solo dream that I recall. Just of walking alone as I travel between tribes or family. Or mountains. Right now, I am on a journey, solo. But all around me are others. Solo—solitude—can be a time of great riches and learning.
But here, we are anonymous beings unless we have met in person. So, you could be a female scientist in Chile or China, for all I know. :)
Thank you for the posts. Apparently, you are already in my dream, and welcome.
ff
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mar 30, 2015 - 09:39am PT
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Feralfae
The text is by Alexander Hacke in Einstürzende Neubauten.
More food for Mouse...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 31, 2015 - 08:34am PT
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^That is hilarious!
Thank you for the attributon, Marlow. Lovely piece.
ff
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 31, 2015 - 12:19pm PT
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I vote Marlow as the last of the rare birds.
All my friends aren't feathered,
BUT
Most of them are well-weathered.
fae,
"the active imagination works best without much to work with"--M. Prov, acting coach
He's a fill-in, not a Fillin.
He's not just a retired investor looking for a place to live.
He's nobody's idea of an ideal, at least not on the scale of DMT.
He's coming...but he's not pissed.
He's from a modest town in the Central Valley.
And unto Dust he shall return by'm'by.
Sterling Hayden, Sterling Holloway, and Sterling Moss
a small flock of sterlings
messy but well-choreographed
like the April May June Taylor dancers
not the last, but certainly the best troupe of dancers
costumed in genuine plumage from endangered duck species that used to be rare
but are now scarcer than hens' teeth
I have an extensive/intensive TR waiting in the wings
illustrated
coming soon to this deserted theater
this empty room
in the gloom we pan into the light at the center
it is a small campfire...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 31, 2015 - 02:22pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown... thanks for the ' the last cowboy song' post...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gnome--
Of the melting snow around me
There was a sainted hermit from the Limousin in France, whose name was Junian and he was of the nobility.
He was a pious lad and walked a very long way to study under ST. Amand, but he arrived late one night and it was thought best not to let him in by the saint, because he did not know this boy, and feared it might be a robber's trick.
Junian spent the night curled up outside in the sage's garden wrapped in his traveling cloak. It began to snow, but God kindly made sure that the snow did not fall on him.
So he had a good night's sleep and the next day the misunderstanding was cleared up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Far from any good?
You value your values too much.
go with the crow
Beethoven did.And he was deaf as well as a terrible speller.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Beethoven wrote it in 1811 to accompany a play (by August von Kotzebue).
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Great images and music! Thank you!
MFM, thank you for the info. I am reassured. :) And the story of sleeping in the snow warmed my spirit.
Which is good, because it's chilly out there this morning, and my studio is very chilly, since I forgot to leave the heat on and it was below freezing last night. I have turned on the heat again. Winter is still with us.
But I love the beautiful new snow on the ground. I think there are a couple of inches, white and cold, decorating the ponderosa pines with white accents on the dark green needles, softening the contours of the stones of my medicine wheel, and dusting the fruit trees into dark etchings against a white canvas of snow. There are no birds singing this morning. I am sure they are all hunkered down, in their down, against the cold. Time to go fill their feeders. There were twenty-three pygmy nuthatches mobbing the sunflower feeder yesterday, and several downy and hairy woodpeckers chipping away at the suet. This morning, so far, it is very quiet.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Janis for ya.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I promised a TR based on my "haitus" from the Talko, but it's edited down some to a long dairy page.
I've got coffee goin' and hope you have a good goddam mornin'. First I gotta go milk the weasels...takes a few minutes.
Have some more Janis, why dontcha?[Click to View YouTube Video]
Dairy entry for 3/24/15.
I’m all alone and it’s dark.
My internet connection is off for a week or so,
for non-payment of last month’s obscene bill.
This is like having a vacation and
I’m isolated, in a wilderness or a city,
but I am whatever or wherever I want to be,
because I’m imagining it all...imagine that.
And you’re welcome to join me:
you won’t have to cook, carry, or fetch—
I sure don’t expect to have to do that mundane scene.
I don’t like the idea that I’m talking only to myself:
but by having a silent partner like you
I can’t help but take responsibility for us both
because I’m only imagining you accompanying me;
any comments or difficulties you may have
can be settled by simply talking to my hand.
(Whatever that means, it’s a proven tagline
and Arnold can sue me if he disapproves of my use.)
Wherever we’re bound, rest assured that
I’ll be taking many-many pictures:
I have the time;
and it helps pass the time--
photography is a great hobby.
I’ve learned to drag along my camera and my tripod
when I head most anywhere, real or imagined—
hell, I’d take them to church, did I attend.
Sometimes I awaken and think that I’m on the computer:
I’ll start clicking through pictures and editing them
and then it comes to me that they are not saving themselves--
I’m not really experiencing what I thought.
Is this a dangerous practice?
So far I’ve not suffered is all I can say:
you are in no danger, trust me--
it’s just a trick of my subconscious mind,
cheap manipulation of visual imagined images,
which may or may not be “art,”
but it is what it is and who are we to judge the indefinable?
I’m just the guide, not your Dada:
If t here is danger, be advised, if you are not already,
That I’m “not rich,” which may be the same as “poor,”
--yet another judgment of a subjective nature--
so if you want to sue,
should there be injury or fault,
be my guest--which you are anyway--
but don’t be a prick about it
because you won’t get one red cent no matter what.
This morning I went to visit the vampire lady
at the VA Clinic and she drew some blood:
there is an “art” to phlebotomy,
and she has my veins mapped like the USGS.
Her name is Marcie, a sweetheart.
And then the doctor saw me,
and I saw him,
and we talked about my health,
the upcoming surgery to close my hernia
(which he decided to postpone),
and motorcycles.
Won’t go into that but to say it was the first negative of the day
finding that I need to wait even longer for the knife.
The second negative (yes, these are intended puns on photography)
was that by the time I got home my knees hurt really bad.
But I took two pain relief tabs and felt much better:
I also decided that the hernia is not really all that terrible--
the pain is slight and intermittent (though I’d like to be more active)
and so I just need to be patient about becoming an outpatient.
Windy weather today here out of the north but not cold.
I rode the bus out to the clinic:
the senior fare is six bits, a deal, a steal, but still not a free ride;
and I hauled along the bike for the return trip.
While on the bus I met an 84-year old gent who is a retired farm worker.
He had a lot to say—he’s a navy vet, worked in the fields his whole life,
knew Cesar C, was a member of the UFW, but quit when they burned the fields.
He reminded me of someone...can’t really pin it down.
He said his name was RA Young:
he said to call him RAY
and he loved canning chilies and PICKLES
just as much as like I obviously loved to make photographs;
and that’s weird because my doctor, Dr. Paul Love,
LOVES MOTORSICKLES
and photos of them, too.
Really, that’s the truth:
Doc has one very good photo in his examining room,
of a motorcycle racer, and it’s a good one. It’s alone on one blank wall.
Outside in the halls are scenic shots which I’ve shown before--
the “Bronson Bridge” on Highway One a ways south of Carmel is one.
I asked him if he was a motorcyclist because a doctor in Fresno at the VA Hospital
told me that Doc Love would much rather talk about motorcycles than one’s health issues.
I put that put-down of Paul to the test: the Fresno physician
had been awfully close to the mark.
Doc revealed that the photograph that I admired was of himself leaning into the turn.
I felt like a snitch, prodding him like that, but also like a fisherman:
So I threw out some more bait, gettin’ all “chummy,”
and I told him that my wife Liz
had been the local Modified Motorcycle Association’s chapter manager for years.
And so then he began telling me of his history with bikes:
He used to ride in races and he still rides to work on occasion,
but he has been in three or four wrecks on the track.
The last time he really messed up a finger
so he’s no longer racing.
Helmet laws came up: Deaths from motorcycle accidents, he related,
have dropped (like one-third!) since the law came into effect in the early nineties.
It was a very unpopular idea among the MMA and other rough-and-ready clubs.
But as Doc says: Only idiots don’t wear helmets.
Interjecting a story the Rev laid on me on Monday, March 30, day after his birthday, here,
about his sister Julie.
Not too long ago she was riding in a pack on her racing bike in Livermore Valley
(she’s no idiot—she was wearing her brain-bucket)
when some anomaly in the pavement caused her to fly up and over the handlebars,
landing her on her helmet.
“Ouch,” you say?
Her pretty face is now much like Jaybro’s was,
but with two black eyes.
She also broke BOTH arms.
And all you can say is, “Ouch?”
She can’t wipe her ass, has to sit in chairs where it’s easy to stand up with no hands,
and is likewise limited in many other ways,
dependent on the help she can get.
She can’t feed herself, type on the internet (AWFUL!), or use a pencil.
Moral of the story: BIKE RIDING IS DANGEROUS!
HELMETS SAVE LIVES!
But you knew that...
I asked Doc Love, did he know Skip Johnson? and Doc said yeah.
So then I asked did he know CO Williams? and Doc said he’d met him
but had not raced him—they rode different classes of bikes in racing.
CO and I were neighbors growing up.
Skip is a mutual friend of CO and myself.
Both of them own several bikes of different types and vintage.
But this is the kicker:
both of them know Throwpie and PeggyLeggy.
Then Doc got down to work on his computer for ten minutes:
He ordered me a Rx for Lasix, saying that he’d rather see me get more labs
after I’d been on it a while
(to be on the safe side but he didn’t say that)
and to come see him in a month.
Meanwhile, I have to get an EKG and am supposed to go to Fresno to do that,
and I will have to go back to see the same doctor there as I did last week one more time,
but I think I’ll combine the two, but that’s not to be decided yet.
All I know is that I won’t have to go to Fresno again this month.
An update as of March 30: I have one appointment with Doc Love on April 20
and one in Fresno on April 28 for the EKG.
If all is “well,” I’ll have surgery scheduled shortly following that.
Back to the ride home from the VA Clinic in Merced:
I stopped at Merced High on G St. and took a few pics of trees and a crow in the wind.
The ubiquitous Tommy T. came wheeling up behind me.
Not so strange running into him like that as he shows up everyplace
and knows everyone, including RAY, who he says is really “CS.”
“Si, yes?”
“That’s what I said, you joker.”
A brief bit more of chit-chat and he went on his way.
I then headed down G Street, where I stopped to look
at the underside of the G St. Bridge on Bear Creek,
or what there is left of Bear Creek due to the drought.
It’s dry as a bone but for a “pondle” just above it:
A pondle being bigger than a puddle but smaller than a pond--
were it an alpine setting, it might be termed a “tinitarn.”
Downstream from the bridge is a larger stretch of shallow water.
There was a lone egret in it.
I had lots of shots of it but all were out of focus but one.
It may not have been an egret, but it was white and had long legs.
I set up the tripod and made a couple of photos of the creek:
There was just one guy sitting next to his bicycle reading a paperback and eating a bag lunch.
A pair of riders came riding by on bikes on the bike path leading under the bridge.
And there were several other birds down there beneath the roadway.
Swallows’ nests don’t exactly abound down there in the shade of the bridge,:
I’ve seen them lots of other places outside of town and up in Mariposa County
where every inch of space is occupied by mud nests.
There are just a couple of dozen nests under the G St. Bridge.
It’s not exactly the Chinatown of the swallow world under the bridge:
It’s more like a Hooverville of the homeless.
I shot no shots of the junk that the homeless have left under the bridge--
the upper tier is a hidden eyesore.
I left the tripod behind where I’d set it up:
I started looking for good angles on some other small birds,
moving upstream from the bridge in the drying muck,
balancing on chunks of concrete and asphalt,
using just my hands and feet but wishing for a ski pole or stave all the same,
knowing full well that I should probably be wearing a helmet,
but I was being an idiot.
BIRDWATCHING CAN BE DANGEROUS!
WATCH THE BIRDIES AT YOUR OWN RISK!
I took several shots of one swallow trying to swallow an insect--
at least I think it was a swallow.
Then I got a look at a hawk, maybe a redtail, but I don’t know.
I don’t know birds’ names much.
I’m better with clouds: Cyrus, Nimbus, Calmyoulownumbis, and Anne Ville.
I managed to get a couple of decent shots of that hawk,
but the bird was almost directly above me
and they came out much lighter than they ought to have been.
Plus, I was afraid of getting hawk-shat.
And I wasn’t wearing a helmet.
But neither was the hawk.
I went to the library next day, the 25th, and got the Sibley Bird Book.
I still haven’t identified the hawk but can ID the book just fine.
3/26 happened slow and uneventful, but the Prudential sent my $34.50 pension check.
I cashed out $40 from checking and went to the store this morning,
bought some food, came home, ate some food, went to sleep,
woke, ate some more food, went to sleep,
woke, ate some more food and took some pics of the end of the day.
And then rSin called: I’m talking him into coming to the Facelift this fall.
He is doin’ like I’m doin’, hangin’ in.
He has his horror story of hernia surgery, much worse than my story.
He makes me feel like a pussy.
I’ve finished the Apaloosa story and have a Jack Reacher novel going.
The 29th is my mom’s birthday and Jeff’s and Nana and Grandad’s.
The redbud should be blooming in the Merced Canyon right now, maybe the poppies, too.
I used to gather a bundle on the way down to Merced to celebrate her day.
*sigh*
Oh, for lost days...
APOLOGY FOR AN UNINTERESTING LIFE
Sitting in the breeze from the window
Egging on thoughts only half-thought
I notice in a picture of the flag down below
There are abrasions on the pole which are wrought
By metal clasps which secure the flags to the rope.
Each groove reaches around either side of the pole
Which doesn’t seem to be worse for the action of the wind
But over some interval of time this action will weaken it
But probably not before several sets of clasps
Are worn out in the process.
My body has aged in a similar way
The aches and the pains I’ve noticed each day
Have gradually caused the erosion of me
The old me is gone a new me is now
And I wonder what became of the old me
I’m locked up in my memories
Along with others—some are dead--
They and I are locked forevermore up in my head
And maybe I could bring them out to share
Except for one thing--a new thing
I won’t because personal history is now proscribed
No one cares that they’ve all died--
For there is no one left to care--
And I’m the one left here and now it’s heaven
With no one to bother with and no one to account to or for
“All” alone I sit and draw with a stick in the dirt
Pictures which show all the love and the hurt
Of a misspent youth and a misspent maturity
From two marriages two grade sixes
And several presidential elections and energy crises
Throw in the daily rumors of war
The sunrises and sunsets I’ve seen
The newspapers read and the books checked out
And the things looked into and the things done without
It all adds up to a simple box score and nothing more
It is as impersonal and uninteresting a history as it could be
Documented facts with no humanity attached
And no clue as to what happens at the end
No foreshadowing but with some foreshortening
And in plain old black and white
But I don’t mean to sound negative
Because there is always tomorrow, Scarlett
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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fae,
thanks.
You put me to shame, as does TT, with your knowledge of our avian friends.
I love your verbal "photos," just as good as anyone's anywhere.
This is today. Just less than five minutes ago.
They say there'll be a lunar eclipse the 4th of April.
This was the Lady Selene early this morning when I woke up.
St. Junian, please whisper in His ear and ask for snow.
"No snow for you, California!"--the snow nazi
I'm heading across the street to the Cinema Cafe for an El Capitan omelet.
Chow, baby!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Wow what a colorful shot, Tastes like chicken?
For some that flying thing is no joy to behold at any range.
As you know wanna buy a duck has a ring to it !
also my family chore for twenty years included ridding roof tops of pigeons, poop and all.
A thankless 'lob job' that you can not pay anyone to do.
that was still on the calendar for this spring, now rescheduled for the fall.
Woe will I be, if the carcass duty falls to me - do ya' follow me 'honey?
it would be a sweet spot to be in prison with all the trappings but reduced to the town slum dwelling,
land lord of the same slums, was a very ugly 'Big House" with no upside and no parole.
Cleaning roof tops , striking nets and yankin' nests was gross work, enough.
man kind.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I have to say I'm trying to grab a clip of that shitt I was a stand-in for my boy there, He does represent!!
I don't surf as zb will confirm. although I have form,
`the small one is at the elementary school, the full size town mascot is next to the Bar and family beach.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I always wondered, but this guy was kind enough to identify them for me.
A strange fact many of you may not know. I went to my brother's doctor once and he told me I had a hernia and scheduled me for immediate surgery.
I didn't go. Strangely enough my hernia apparently operated on itself, since it never has bothered me since. I do not recommend this doctor to anyone though.
Then again, maybe it's just on hiatus.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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All images from the internest...
I would like to vacation in Haitus:
Though it's a poor country it's history is about as old as the idea of a NEW WORLD.
But no fish tacos, s'il vous plait.
Doctor Duvalier hated fish tacos.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Chicken Snake (not the band)
Two-headed Ostrich Snake
It's not a dog eat dog world afterall (can I get that taco to go?)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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The Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead (1970) - Album Cover Location
1199 Evans Avenue - Hunter's Point - San Francisco
How do I know? This guy who is apparently not rich, but still quite persistent told me. The Flames or Dead thread? It's a toss up, may have to hock my sailor suit to get that coin.
http://www.popspotsnyc.com/workingmans_dead/
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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taken just minutes agostill i do love to go with the crow, ah . . . Ravern.&
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A Hawk by any name still likes street skating.There's a new breed in town: the parropigeon.This is a pigeon which is equipped to live in actual trees, not just on rocks or buildings. Like the parrots and macaws and toucans.
I'd put this on the Birds thread, but certain rock 'n' roll stars might object.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I think Gnome's moon shot looks like some kind of egg.
Almost eggsackley.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Bird in the hand? Some folks just like to show off. Poor birds, apparently living from hand to mouth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I loved this video.
The King sings the Beatles.
The Beatles cover the King's greatest hits.
Elvis reviews "Help."
Ringo reviews "Blue Hawaii."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
http://lyrics.elvispresley.com.au/lyrics/its_only_love.html
The "official" lyrics and music of "It's ONLY Love" by Mark James and Steve Tyrell do not include the Bob Dylan lyrics gratuitously introduced into the track by whoever was responsible.
Now we know.
The accepted story is that Tricky Dick privately laughed up his sleeve when Elvis came to him swearing to war on hippies and drugs and commies, etc.
But he was a crook.
Who's laughing now?[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I know this is jarring but it came up in my search for Old Crow[Click to View YouTube Video]The one i like, (frm' da' album that is all good) [Click to View YouTube Video]although, like I said, the whole thing is throwback thursday worthy Now Before Ron A. sees that I am not out risking life and limb spreading chalk every where I go, i will add that a sixtyfive degree day has shaped up to be quite nice
So See you to nite and late to... Pics o I hope..
SOGO WITH THE CROW
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Gnome, it is beautiful but looks more like a Raven to me. But then, I am partial to Ravens.
ff
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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zBrown, you just made my day with those quotes.
"I know things about pigeons."--Horrigan, in In the Line of Fire
"Why'd you kill that bird, as#@&%e?"--Leary, in In the Line of Fire
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I have fervently believed that "the badger" was the word, but then some of the people can be part right all of the time. Along came Jones and took out the trash.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I believe this was the 'B' side. Michele may be one of the dancers, then again she may not.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Surf music really is bitchen, even when played by some hick called jrBrown.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tad, thanks for reminding me it's Easter Week.
Good pun, too.
zBrown is a brujo, full of miracle cures.
When he's gone we should mix some turmeric with his ashes and snort it, just for shids & grins, to see what happens...
but only if ya want to.
And only with his blessing and that of Michele, of course.
Hey there cinema buffs!
Have you checked this coming feature out?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm thinking "major box office."
Stallone may have morphed into The Rock.
St. Andrew, protect us from your faults. Amen.
Gypsy, my dear friend, I saw your notice on the late John Renbourn on FB
On Musical Migrations for April 1, 2015 we will be taking our usual musical tour of the world with a brief stop for a tribute to the late John Renbourn and to celebrate the holidays of Easter and Passover. Tune in every Wednesday from 1 to 4 p.m. for a musical tour of the world. http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
To show how unobservant I was, however, I missed the reference to Passover and Easter!
Here's my official Easter photograph, looking east over the Central Presbyterian Church's belfry.
Son-rise over a blue ridge.
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BLUEBLOCR
Social climber
joshua tree
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those vids are cool;)
i like "Bird on a Wire", JT classic!
anybody else girthitch the chickenhead?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Timid TopRope, I'll be around, I'm pretty darn sure.
Uke can call me up any old time...947-5559.
Found one more for the road.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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zB,
The Clint quotes were super! I was laughing most of the time.
Great stuff, and yes, there must be at least ten or a dozen story endings in there.
thank you
ff
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Beautiful photo, MFM.
Son Rise? Wouldn't that be on SonDay?
The birds today were several Sandhill Cranes, many pelicans, and two red-tail hawks, which might make their home in my forest. The ravens who live in the forest up the draw are complaining about the arrival of the owls. I refuse to referee.
I met a guy at lunch today who is soon to climb Gannet Peak, then hoping to head for Anaconcagua. I told him about SuperTopo, so hope he shows up here. I mentioned all the TRs available.
feralfae
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, zbrown... awwww, love the 'well handled' humming birds... :)
feralfae... wow, i can just imagine the ravens and owls, oh my...
happy too some flame growth here... :)
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Oh, wow, I had missed the beautiful hummingbirds somehow! Beautiful!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Still no photo shop :(
What was the out come of Sonny Bono, skiing into a pole and dying?
I think that was the 'watershed moment' I seem to remember that
Helmets and more $$ to ski were the 1st most visible results ?
Not In the unified Outdoor industry. . . so I wonder what costs are what?
and when do the Profits from regulations, over take the need?? Dose lack of regulation = greater protection from liability?( LACK is the wrong word? . . .Less specialized? )
( a concept that is a paradox,)
and the forced compliance to maintain standards, along with the right minded need to keep 'Danger Dans' & 'Scary Carries' out of the top rope for pay circus,
When though dose it
pay the bigger guy to insist on more and more. . . costing then stifling competition
leaving the public with less choice.
(paying into the system is very good if $$/time spent = Knowledge/skills gained) .
But Credentials gained , given after completion and compliance with the standards, bring to bear the responsibility of having those credentials.
The Reason that some Volunteer Ambulance Corps.
programs and 'search and rescue clubs' are no more, is the Liability.
A long time ago before good samaritan law & rulings to the contrary rescuers were held liable for a failed rescue.
EDIT this was three disconnected thoughts, interrupted by something again and again so it no longer follows any thing that makes it seem to fit but if you can discern the line of thought,
Less Formal conscription to the big brother need for rule books and laws/ rules that favor monopolies and corprate structure over smaller, better for community sestainability
, Gnome Constant at least
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow I BEEN there, to that oklahoma museum...
also, gnome: awww, neat duck... they know how to hunker-down, in down, and keep warm... :) in that ol' rain of a hectic day...
:)
hey there to feralfae... :)
mouse, you GOT a wrong link, in there...
it goes to gmail page...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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The Phlegm(z)? Probably doesn't warrant a thread of it's own.
Scottish folks are an interesting lot.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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"Tango" is beautiful!
Today there were a pair of beautiful sandhill cranes flying low over one of the wetlands areas, a graceful pair of merlins hunting over that same wetland, and many, many red crossbills at the feeders.
A very good day. But frosty.
zB,
For those of my elders who happened to be Scottish, but on the losing side at Culloden—not necessarily the wrong side—I thank you for that, sir. If anyone is hanging out in GB, the battlefield is hauntingly beautiful in the way of stones in a field. But I highly recommend the Orkneys for their standing stones, actually. Shore to shore archaeology. And then one digs . . . *
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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hey there sayge neebee, that was my "bad" for the day...
Timid TR and I had a wonder-fill session.
To soothe yer ruffled feathers, He-e-e-ere's Dougie and consort!
I think he had impeccable taste in women.
Doug and our "wood-sprite."
Thank you for the picture-image.
And thank you, Lord, for the memories I've yet to experience.
And fae, thank you for your burning flame.
I think he defined "manhood" from reading his articles.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Seems like we all judged Yoko on her inability to master English.
WE'RE ALL WET (I mean water)
There may not be much difference
Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon
If we strip them naked
There may not be much difference
Between Marilyn Monroe and Lenny Bruce
If we check their coffins
There may not be much difference
Between White House and Hall of People
If we count their windows
There may not be much difference
Between Raquel Welsh and Jerry Rubin
If we hear their heartbeat
We're all water from different rivers
That's why it's so easy to meet
We're all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday we'll evaporate together
There may not be much difference
Between Eldridge Cleaver and Queen of England
If we bottle their tears
There may not be much difference
Between Manson and the Pope
If we press their smile
There may not be much difference
Between Rockefeller and you
If we hear you sing
There may not be much difference
Between you and me
If we show our dreams
We're all water from different rivers
That's why it's so easy to meet
We're all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday we'll evaporate together
What's the difference?
What's the difference?
There's no difference
There's no difference
What's the difference?
What's the difference?
-Yoko Ono
EE-yo, O till dee-oh,
Oh, till-dee, Okay!
Oh till. dee
Oh, till, dee,
Oh, till dee, we’re all okay!
Mouse to TWP & Judy
Had I the ability, I'd dance my life away.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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MFM:
I think he had impeccable taste in women.
Well, thank you Sir Mouse, that's mighty kind of you.
:)
ff
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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ff: I second that emotion.
So, a surfer, an ex-mathematics teacher, and a WWII vet known as "The Bull" decide to write their first letter to the President, USA.
Should they mention the Purple Hearts? Naw.
Since they span a bit of time, should it be FDR, Harry Truman, DDE, JFK ... you know the drill.
They settle on the Afro-Hawaiian Muslim(?) Barack (don't call me Barry McGuire) "Who-Sane?" Obama.
Stay tooned
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm wondering, "hy are you writing to Our Mister President?"
And I will stay tuned.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I bought a spiral cut ham for today to go with the pineapple. And tomorrow. And the week after.
And potatoes to mash. And milk, of course. I FORGOT THE BUTTER! But I have some sour cream, and I got a colly flower to mix into the taters...it's going to have to do.
And romaine salad with tomatoes and avocados from Mexico.
Mys Easter shots.
http://images.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=A0LEVj8L5SBVvdkAmUgnnIlQ;_ylu=X3oDMTB0b2ZrZmU3BHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2JmMQR2dGlkA1lIUzAwMl8x?_adv_prop=image&va=slovenian+easter+eggs&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-001
It really is a great morning, quiet as an empty tomb.
And to make it a really good day, I just looked at the results of yesterday's play in the NCAA Tournament.
zBrown, remember that I picked the Badgers when the Sweet Sixteen was set...
Wisconsin Badgers 71, Kentucky Wildcats 64 (previously unbeaten)
http://www.oregonlive.com/march-madness/index.ssf/2015/04/final_four_game_times_tv_sched.html
Monday's national title game is set.
Duke punched its ticket with a double-digit victory over Michigan State and Wisconsin knocked off Kentucky, ending the Wildcats' shot to become the first undefeated champion since Indiana in 1976.
The Badgers and Blue Devils will meet in the title game Monday (6:18 p.m. PT on CBS).
FINAL: 1 Duke 81, 7 Michigan State 61
• Duke advances to the title game for the first time since 2010, with Mike Krzyzewski (9-1 head-to-head against Tom Izzo) improving to 9-3 in Final Four games. Michigan State trailed by double digits the entire second half, suffering its worst tournament loss. The Blue Devils, meanwhile, will get the opportunity to win their third national championship in the city of Indianapolis. Coach Krzyzewski is 4-4 in NCAA title games.
FINAL: 1 Wisconsin 71, 1 Kentucky 64
• Wisconsin is headed to the title game for the first time since 1941 after avenging last season's semifinal loss to Kentucky, 74-73. Kentucky's perfect season ends at 38-1.
Wisconsin has beaten two packs of Wildcats this tournament, the Kentuckians and the Arizonans.A showdown with Shaseffsky's boys will be so much fun to watch.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Why Barack? Why not? Never have written to a politician, let alone a Pres.
Relief (not the comic kind) clear and simple. "There must be some way outa here" said Ginsberg to Zimmerman (talking amongst themselves, an old Hebrew tradition).
We're asking for executive action.
“While Congress decides what it's going to do, I will keep doing whatever I can without Congress to help responsible young people pay off their loans,"
-President Barack Obama (May 31, 2013)
Dear Mr. Obama:
Please do not overlook responsible people who are not young in your endeavors to help with student loan burden relief.
Why is The Bull in on it? Good ol' guy that he is, he's quite racist and doesn't think it will do any good. Hoping to prove him wrong.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Badger-wise I saw it coming, not clearly enough to lay some money down. Good thing though I would have taken the under on the over/under, which was 131.
You might say, The Badgers rebounded (34-22 and 12-6 offensive) from last year's loss.
Picking The Badges to go all the way. Which I favor at least until Mike changes his name officially to Chevy and buys one.
Not the one he has, a real one from Cuba. Point West young man, but go South.
Mind you, they're not bad when done up right, just not real Chevys.
Hiding in plane site?
WWII Lockheed Burbank factory.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That ham I got from Grocery Outlet for yesterday's Easter Feaster was excellent. The mashed taters were too runny at first, but I let them set and they rebounded nicely.
I found no multitude to feed yesterday, however. I did invite Rapper Rudy from the fifth floor for a ham sandwich, which he gladly accepted "to go."
Sometimes he will come down when he feels like one of the Lonely Boys and sits quietly watching me edit pictures. The duded is a genuine "flake," though. He's a bit "spun" from too much fun with amphetamines of different flavors. Gnome what I mean? Not referring to our Gnome Ofthe Thousand Faces, none of which is his REAL ACTUAL SELF. You are a sweetheart, my friend, in comparison.
At his worst, Rudy is incomprehensible. He's still a good person.
Speaking of this type, IT WAS MY PLEASURE to speak on the phone with the loveable rSin yesterday. He called me in the middle of the day. He wanted to hear another climbing story of mine--he wasn't doing anything with his family, so I think he was lonely, too.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I was not lonely, therefore, with Rudy visiting a shorty spelly--he brought two other fellows down with him who were visiting who he thought I'd like to meet--Simon and Josh--who were REALLY SPUN!
So consequently, they were not interested in my offer of a tasty ham sandwich--their loss, and none of my own. And I don't care if I ever see them again, frankly.
Man, I mean Jesus Lord, thank you for the experience. It serves to remind me that I once had that habit but somehow was able to let it move on (with your help, I guess, though I never asked for it) when I moved in here into Middle Earth. I did that awful crap for nearly two years after my sweetie passed, but only inter-mittenly (as they say at the North Pole elven workshops) but it's way in the past.
This Lonely Boys video--when my bass-playing friend from the fourth floor, Joel, was living in the Tioga, suffering the partial loss of his abilities to play music like he once upon a time could but couldn't because of THREE STROKES (the three-stroke law) he gave me a CD which contained the story of this family band from Texas. They learned their cumbio from their padre and developed their style after a while.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Lonely_Boys
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Their fans include myself and my friend Joel, who had a fourth stroke, a minor one, but it made him reliant on others, so he had to move out and lives now in Atwater with a companion. I really miss old Joel, the solid Giants fan, a fine singer and musician in his time, playing like nine instruments including the flute.
What really saddened me was a stupid set-to we had over Scrabble, which I taught him to play using the dictionary because his memory was troubled. After that, he never spoke to me again. I have talked to Rudy, who used to own the bar which preceded The Partisan bar, and was a jazz and blues venue which didn't make him enough money to keep it going to his satisfaction. Rudy is a great jazz drummer and he played many gigs in Joel's company with another local talent on guitar, a music teacher at Merced College, John.
Rudy said he would relay a message from me, but I declined. Joel doesn't need any shocks to his system and Rudy understood that I was strictly concerned with our buddy's welfare.
It's funny how folks come into my life and then split. Nothing's permanent, really, it seems. But I'm good with that. I don't control my life, you see. It belongs to the one who made me, that special guy that neebee relies on, too.
I have a growing circle of friends, thanks to Supertupo, and only a few "close" ones on Facebook. I spend little time on FB, but check up on neebee and Gypsy when I'm in the neighborhood.
zBrown, sorry if this personal history goes against your own "program."
Moving on, since it was Easter yeaterdy and since eggs play such a huge role in it, I'm glad to have found this gem, thanks to Mrs. Gonzalez of Texas.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
That's two videos on this page which neebee's FB page has supplied for us. And that deserves my thanks and some recognition for your fine musical sense. So, thanks to the Say There Hey Kid, not to be confused with Willie Mays. :0)
neebee will never understand that reference to the Giant's own Giant without looking it up on Wikipedia, of course.
Say hey what?
A wonderful dawn today here in Merced town, home to Bobcats from UCM. Not a wildcat in sight, except for old Rooftop Roofus who came out after the brief rainstorm and missed this prize bluejay who showed up just after he left.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Here's to Wendy Winters! Splendid lass.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I like it when I find these two for one mix and compare. . .
[Click to View YouTube Video]As if any one will listen to what we claim to have not consumed to the point of damage , 'cause when we see the damaged we see that but for the grace. . .
Besides you scare me with tales of random Chimney systems. . . .
Another way to climb a crack :
stay outside but climb the crack,
not always but often,
the best way to fight your way up
is not to fight
but . Lay it back
committing in a more deadly way of going in that It is Your run out and you have the wide gear of the modern Crack climber.
I know you've held these Boat Anchors, they really change the whole game; when you bump climb between two # 5 Camelot's. Some times, you get into rhythm and leave the top piece and fire a section , then drop back to retrieve the piece, only to fall or struggle on the top-roped next try to return to to the high point,
so resorting to old school (and on the top rope)
the ability to float the wide to the side was,
blow on the finger nails of an up-turned fist. and say , "ho yeah I meant to do that",
the Lay back is not efficient, when you compare it to
the rhythm that bumping two or three cams up the wide slot, head and everything, stuck straight in (almost) and fudge-budging cams up . . . right at waist level is a new type, psedo aide, /hybridstyle.
and i see it will start to be a much less valued arrow in the quiver.
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The turn that takes people away from me is often on a dime also. Some times, time heals, or time intervenes . then a random meeting, strained but 'nice' and that has been the end, go figure?
My having gone all white picket fence is a confirmation of a cold spot in hell!!?
and two Kids too!!
Well the devils sledding down the hills of bonz and ash.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Fashionista has spoken.
What color is taupe?
Not very stumilating...in fact rather "blah."
The new fashion color for this spring in the Valley.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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"Homer’s Nose, “Dance of Topo-Usho”. In August Dave Ohst, John Tuttle and I climbed this exceptional route that ascends the great cleft (chimney) that splits the south face of Homer’s Nose. Start fifty feet right of an obvious water streak—the Black Tongue—and follow flakes diagonally up and right to a ledge running below the huge overhanging bulge. Traverse left on this to a short leaning corner and belay just above on a small sloping shelf (F10). Pitch 2: Follow a thin crack straight up (Al) to a short blank section. Use hooks (A3) to gain the crack above (3-4 inches), and follow this (F9) to a small belay stance on the left (1 bolt). Pitch 3: Traverse left ten feet to another bolt and follow the obvious off-width and chimney above (F9+) to a huge belay ledge. The last pitch is easy and obvious, ending in a large cave near the top. (NCCSIII, F10, A3)."
Richard 'Dick' Leversee
Dance-of-Topo-Usha :
Where the above came from, http://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12198117601/North-America-United-States-CaliforniaSierra-Nevada-Homers-Nose-Dance-of-Topo-Usha
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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I dunno, Gnome. Those sort of look the way I think a deep-space spice worm would look, dancing in the deep powered by star energy.
You managed to get some real sense of energy into the twisted coils, bravo!
feralfae
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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As long as it's not snowing.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... and all...
say, taupe looks very nice, when you add colors, to it...
:)
you know like when you plant pretty little flowers all along cement pathways... :)
or set potted flowers out-and-about, on it... :)
https://images.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=A0LEVjwAhCNVfDsAojknnIlQ;_ylu=X3oDMTB0b2ZrZmU3BHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2JmMQR2dGlkA1lIUzAwMl8x?_adv_prop=image&va=flowers+on+cement&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-001
say, did i help? :)
wow--from the FRENCH NOUN, meaning 'mole' ...
hmmm, well, we DO have 'mousey brown' ...
Taupe (pronunciation: /ˈtoʊp/ TOHP) is a dark tan color in-between brown and gray. The word derives from the French noun taupe meaning "mole". The name originally referred only to the average color of the French mole, but beginning in the 1940s, its usage expanded to encompass a wider range of shades.
Taupe is a vague color term which may refer to almost any grayish-brown or brownish-gray, but true taupe is difficult to pinpoint as brown or gray.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, zbrown...
as to the 'benefits' ... well, ALSO, NOT:
when you have cats... :)
anyone that has cats, will know why, :))
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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^you don't make the kitties sleep outside?? :}
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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F F ,
Don't encourage me,as I am thinking of rocks,and what to do Post or keep quiet? thank you and I liked this too , it looks like legs, ?? , It was an aside from the norm, and reaching out to (Norm3)?,.? A pin like that, gets iced over almost every year,
The cracked Pouding-stone,walls were a perfect match for the soft ring angle pins .
here are other things to do instead of ruin a secret spot,
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/2605590/Youtube
and
http://www.johnokner.com
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moles can't be trusted. Everyone knows that."Octopussy" is a short story by Ian Fleming and the title of the thirteenth James Bond film made by EON Productions, as well as a character in the film.
The film is the sixth to star Roger Moore as the British Secret Service agent, Commander James Bond.
It is also the second film Moore has done with Swedish actress Maud Adams, the first being 1974's The Man with the Golden Gun.
Produced by Albert R. Broccoli and Michael G. Wilson, it was released in 1983, the same year as the release of the unofficial James Bond film Never Say Never Again by screenwriter and Thunderball film-rights owner Kevin McClory.
The film is loosely based upon the Fleming short stories "Octopussy" and "The Property of a Lady", both of which were published in the collection Octopussy and The Living Daylights.
Sunrise was at @ 6:45, and hour ago.
It's raining, it's pouring, the old man wasn't snoring an hour ago.
Taupe was one of the standard "muted" fabric colors of The North Face backpacking tents, used on the flooring and the flysheet.
That is one gnarly old ring piton, Gnome! Quite a museum piece.
On this date, April 7, 1805, Beethoven conducted his "Eroica" Symphony in its premiere.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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I got yer'Taupe right here and Taupe Is dope`
"Homer’s Nose, “Dance of Topo-Usho”. In August Dave Ohst, John Tuttle and I climbed this exceptional route that ascends the great cleft (chimney) that splits the south face of Homer’s Nose. Start fifty feet right of an obvious water streak—the Black Tongue—and follow flakes diagonally up and right to a ledge running below the huge overhanging bulge. Traverse left on this to a short leaning corner and belay just above on a small sloping shelf (F10). Pitch 2: Follow a thin crack straight up (Al) to a short blank section. Use hooks (A3) to gain the crack above (3-4 inches), and follow this (F9) to a small belay stance on the left (1 bolt). Pitch 3: Traverse left ten feet to another bolt and follow the obvious off-width and chimney above (F9+) to a huge belay ledge. The last pitch is easy and obvious, ending in a large cave near the top. (NCCSIII, F10, A3)."
Richard 'Dick' Leversee
Dance-of-Topo-Usha :
Where the above came from, http://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12198117601/North-America-United-States-CaliforniaSierra-Nevada-Homers-Nose-Dance-of-Topo-Usha
`Just a blatant grab from the thread of the same name ...
And Another Blatant Grab for use in a way Amazing Wren
An Amazing WrenchNo Wren][Click to View YouTube Video]`
[Click to View YouTube Video]I wil be back. . .Is it Boston or Chicago?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At least you're blatant, Gnome.
Although the control of content posted to the forum is deleted if it is offensive, it says nothing over in the sidebar about wrong gnomenclature.
Otherwise, treewise and birdwise I'd have got the boot long ago!
http://www.journal.forces.gc.ca/vo9/no2/10-plows-eng.asp
A beer in the hand is worth two in my bushy beard, Timid TopRope. Thanks for stopping in to visit.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Lovely nita, etc....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Need climbing content, guys.
Say, hey up there!
G'night, Gnome.
G'night, Grampa.
G'night, John.
--Walton's Mountain.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2015 - 02:47am PT
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I am a lonesome cowboy
With no way to get around.
My faithful horse has died,
He's buried in the ground.
In searching for music from Sweetheart of the Rodeo this a.m.--my all-time favorite country set--I came across Wilf Carter.
The Byrds included a version of 'Blue Canadian Rockies' on their wonderful 1968 LP.
It was also recorded long before that by Montana Slim.
Montana Slim - Blue Canadian Rockies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n90KkM2XVHw
Wilf (Wilfred Arthur Charles) Carter. Singer-songwriter, guitarist, b Port Hilford, on the Atlantic coast of Nova Scotia, 18 Dec 1904, d Scottsdale, Arizona, 5 Dec 1996. Inspired by a touring Swiss yodeller, Carter began to sing as a boy.
After working as a lumberjack he went to Alberta in the early 1920s and became a cowboy, but also entertained at dances and performed for tourist parties travelling in the Rockies.
He made his radio debut on CFCN, Calgary, in 1930 and was later heard locally on CFAC, and nationally on the CRBC. About 1932 he recorded for RCA Victor in Montreal; his first 78, comprising his songs 'My Swiss Moonlight Lullaby' (which featured a yodelling style now influenced by the US singer Jimmie Rodgers) and 'The Capture of Albert Johnson,' was popular - indeed, the first hit record by a Canadian country performer.
Many of Carter's early songs were published by Thompson between ca 1933 and 1949 in several volumes individually titled Cowboy Songs, More Cowboy Songs, New Cowboy Songs, etc.
In 1935 Carter went to New York, where, as Montana Slim, he was host until 1937 for a CBS radio country music show. He then returned to Canada (purchasing a ranch near Calgary) and was heard on CBC radio.
Before 1940, however, he had two other US radio shows, on the CBS and NBC networks. An automobile accident in 1940 left him inactive for nine years; his popularity was sustained by the periodic release of new recordings.
In 1949 Carter resumed live performance with tours in Canada and the USA. In 1950 he attracted 70,000 people during a week at the CNE Bandshell, Toronto. For several years he performed with his daughters Sheila and Carol; his early tours also introduced such country artists as the Rhythm Pals and Orval Prophet to audiences across Canada.
Although his popularity began to wane in the 1960s in the face of the changing styles in country music, Carter continued to tour in Canada and performed regularly on CBC TV's 'Tommy Hunter Show,' and at the Calgary Stempede, of which he was the Grand Marshall in 1979. As well, his song 'Have a Nice Day' was a modest Canadian hit in 1976.
Carter appeared in 1981 in western Canada with his contemporary Hank Snow. In 1991 at age 86, he undertook his last tour (aptly titled 'The Last Round-up Tour'), performing in Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Ontario, and Manitoba.
Carter had more than 40 original and compilation LPs released by RCA and its Camden and Pickwick lines, including several theme albums - eg, Nuggets of the Golden West (Camden CAL-840), Christmas in Canada (Camden CAL-889), Songs of the Rail and Range (Camden CAL-2208), Songs of Australia (Camden CAS-2362), Wilf Carter sings Jimmie Rogers (Pickwick CAL-2300), and the gospel Let's Go Back to the Bible (Pickwick CAL-814). In 1983 he re-recorded many of his most popular songs for Fifty Gold Years (RCA KXL2-5020). Carter recordings have also been issued or reissued by Apex, Decca, MCA, Starday (USA), Bear Family (Germany), and other labels.
Carter was known for his simple, straightforward singing and guitar style.
He wrote several hundred songs, many as much in the folk ballad tradition (eg, 'The Capture of Albert Johnson' and 'The Fate of the Old Strawberry Roan') as in a country vein, although he was known for his many songs with cowboy, hobo, and prairie imagery (eg, the popular 'There's a Love Knot in My Lariat').
Carter's versions of 'Blue Canadian Rockies' and 'You Are My Sunshine' were also popular. He enjoyed an international reputation as far afield as Australia, where he once toured.
Carter has been acknowledged as the father of country music in Canada,
a distinction based on his prominence as Canada's first country star, on his influence on Canadian performers, and on the assistance he gave to the careers of others. If the distinction does not belong solely to Carter, he shares it only with Hank Snow.
Carter was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Association Hall of Fame in 1971, the Canadian Country Music Association Hall of Honour in 1984, the Juno Awards Hall of Fame in 1985, the Canadian Country Music Hall of Fame in 1989, and the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2007. The video documentary The Last Round-up: The Wilf Carter Story (Telefilm Canada, 2000) explored the country star's career.
Writings
The Yodelling Cowboy (Toronto 1961)
http://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/wilf-carter-emc/
Sweetheart of the Rodeo 1968
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD5DAF26413C87739
It was the one record along with Buffalo Springfield's first LP which I played the most.
Sharing middle-night wakefulness. Thinking of nothing in particular.
I ain't tryin' to start no trouble, pard.
I just been thinkin' how life's gettin' hard.
I got one old pickup sittin' in the yard.
I got a new Toyota ain't goin' nowhere.
And neither one runs.
And I'm out of funds.
The sub-frame's rotted and the paint is all spotty.
I been livin' like a Christian, I ain't been naughty.
(More verses, please, folks...let's make it a tribal effort.)
It's your chance to become a Nashville legend.
Post a few or just one will do.
Cuz it doesn't take much.
I guess I just wrote my first country song.
I'd like to have some music from my pal Rong.
I know you're able but I ain't known it long.
Or I could look to Chico.
I'm still savorin' that beer we had last Friday, Timid TopRope. Thanks for stoppin' by.
Reminds me of hot-air balloons waitin' to lift off out in the desert, but still tethered to the ground till daylight.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2015 - 05:59am PT
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Centennials only happen every hundred years.
I visited it on March 25 but could only gloss over it because they were nearing closing time. Photography is not allowed in the museum, but I surreptitously took a few, but they are a bit blurry and I really needed to use a tripod to do them justice.
The ones which I did take are of Yosemite.I know nothing about this Death Valley Dodge. Maybe they were selling bogus cemetery plots.
Tourons from Merced city and county because the population was only a few thousand. Probably some farm families, but that's spec.
The dam is for the production of lumber, specifically, but there may have been a small electrical power generator here. Otherwise, the water backed behind the dam was used as a storage pond for trees coming down from the south side of the Merced Canyon, mostly Yellow pines, which were awaiting the attention of the sawyers.
"In 1910, the Yosemite Lumber Company was formed and purchased 10,000 acres of timber on the south side of the Merced River opposite El Portal. Access to that timber was accomplished by the construction of a bridge over the river and an "incline" up the mountain toward the timber."
http://www.yosemitevalleyrr.com/prototype/history
In the photograph above, the dam is spilling the entire flow of the river. There are now two dams right above it, both operated by the irrigation district.
Between the two they control the river's flow and so the old dam never spills any water but what goes through the old gate where the generator probably sat, if there was one in fact. The old spillway is on the south side of the river and these folks are ambling about on a small peninsula of rock which juts out just below the gate.
In addition, an even earlier dam is located a few miles further downstream, built by the irrigation district to divert water into the Main Canal and thence to Lake Yosemite, a holding pond which is only filled by the opening of the irrigation season.
It's a bit weird that Gnome posted the Skaters' Watz up thread. This pond which the hockey players are using is probably not alwasy frozen, and I'm not sure where it was located, except I think it must have been on the south side of the Valley in the shade of Glacier Point.Puck hockey, it's too violent. Give me NFL or give me death? Hardly.
Hours at the museum are W-S, 1 to 4 p.m. and it's located at N Street and 21st Street in the County Courthouse Park/Veterans' Memorial.
This exhibit about the PPIE runs until July 19. It's loaded with old photography and Sarah and staff have done a great job.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 10, 2015 - 06:05am PT
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Orbs in space, may save the human race but as to so much about the country minstrel
I was not right now enthralled to read , 'cause the sad me is Charlie Brown iNG again?.
I had the day today now all to my self
Climbing or Gettin' out??
Nawh it still sucs here cold wet like early March in mid April though
Climate Xhange
There has been one day of seven hours above 57 degrees in five months, it is like living in the pacific north west without the Grandeur.
I choose to stay east and stay within the means of what might be, not throw down and head out the way my general population did I stayed stoic the bones I made would be made here
Full stop
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Apr 10, 2015 - 06:20am PT
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it is kind of the universe
to occasionally extend to
us a passionate advance.
i arrive, and by dumb
circumstance my pants.
they are already unbuttoned.
it's a good thing because
i have a muffin in my hand
and the moisture content
of said muffin is exceedingly
low and thus our reality
is crumbling.
i like to maintain a tidy
dream so i glide
thru the door of
perception and step
outside and seize
her moment.
she squeals
and the dry edge
of her round breast
falls off,
landing next
rusted machinery
that the rain
found appetizing.
and i don't know what
happened next,
because i was,
just for a wink,
afraid of dying.
and in my blind fear,
she got away.
when i came two,
i was standing
there with my pants
down and in my hand
only the torn
wrapper and
remnants of our
glory.
and now she is out
there, carrying
my soul child
and when that poor dream
is born a bastard
it'll never know
it's biological author.
and i'll spend the
rest of my life
looking for
the missing immaculate
word that could
have been king of my dumb.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 10, 2015 - 06:23am PT
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YIKES WHAT A BOTHER!! the warning flashed and sent me into a tither all half mast you understand from trolling where I shouldn't. I was just looking where, by chance some shrubbery comment took me to Brazilian wax and well weak and male still, and not getting' enough,
I did not resist. . . really 'xxx' would be more correct than . . . thats DotDotDot for alls you in the cheap seats,
SO
wham bang thank' ya' mhame, It was a lame site and it infected my rig!!
that 'el learn me ,so sorry for the full stop, and any way it let the site refresh and now I see more of A crescendo witchy heralded the return of sunburnt swillywealth, the Broke Poet ala grey dyike filled corner of the world that is as good as anywhere, To end it all from a Lovers Leap.
have ya, ever stayed out. . . well of course YOU have. but that is a sweet place to sleep in the all together in the out of doors almost heaven! or was it .... i will chwecky...GOOD ON YA Weedge. Hope is the wrong word , dread to see you more here i hope.
yup
hey Flip flop the sewer grates are like Gates? to some who seek wealth and fortune on the street,
WE all said phuki to manhole covers, we, me & my pals all followed streams and creeks and Brooks??
are you a Mo-beard alum? i was not that lucky there. ,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2015 - 06:38am PT
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Browning?The poem is a fragment of Liz Browning's 'Sonnets from the Portuguese.' Not exactly fodder for a country song.
The last time I saw Charlie Brown, he was at the BAR Bar near the USMC base, Pendleton, getting blitzed. He had a gig as a long-haul driver and got his ass in a jam for faking sheet in his log book. And his truck wouldn't start.
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I see we've come to the bottom.
Helter spelt her until she was finished talking on the phone to her sister.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Always outnumered, always outgunned.
Turn the page.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 10, 2015 - 06:57am PT
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That last one Trun The Page
was a song that i was saving, fo', the one at the end ya know. . . . but
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How sweet it IS, a bout six different takes of the boys to sort thru that is an hour and a half so sit tight and listen all that up there ...
how
sweet
it
is. . .
WAS
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1954729&tn=5740
Breaking news zzsays it is colder than a El Capp snow sloughphf all the damn ef sonzz otay crisp creepers wazzwe say around here, time to what . . . free zz 'em again
The Nancy Karrigan Whine WhyWhyWhy oh if only i could have made a bad movie about that oneor did i
IS THIS THE END?? again snicker
well shiver me timbers as i case it that is z and he is cereal. so i feel the heat and as if i was news it would' a'peer' your and my biggest deficit well no my biggest deficit is cost and costing and caustic catz with control who do not like my roll i think no me go away is a count try, song i should have tried harder to came downtime a flew knew too much and was not cool
had fun and got laid that made older cooler hippies with three in hand mad?? my bad it was the show back then i made the cut then , when after ten or so shows the party was as good or better with Regular folks, asset freeze as you will i call no shame in that you can remember being back on the couch with brent and the boyx ordoc, Roc & Scully i was just a sweet kid with my hand in the cookie jar okay .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2015 - 07:09am PT
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I saw birds of a different feather playin' together.
I have a brace of squabs a floor below behind the electrical shaft on the outside of the building. It's a pigeon maternity ward.
I'm too old to run against the wind, Bob.
rSin, hope you like these cat shots, man!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Apr 10, 2015 - 07:47am PT
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Dosen't something look anamalous here? What I'm suggesting is not common, but certainly not unprecedented in the current environment.
Some folks may not relish having their important postings associated with this zBrown guy. He may or may not have been associated with cults in the past and he doesn't spell very well, though casting them is another matter.
mousie
create another "The Flames" thread
post in the original page one
continue on just as life goes on
then freeze this one (may have to freeze it first)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 10, 2015 - 08:01am PT
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IS THIS THE END?? again snicker
well shiver me timbers as i case it that is z and he is cereal. so i feel the heat again,
and as if i was news it would' a'peer'
your and my biggest deficit, well no my biggest deficit is cost and costing and caustic catz with control who do not like my roll
i think no me go away is a count try, song i should have tried harder to
came downtime and i caught a flew, knew too much an' had a fever too the sky cracked and shook the beams
Now all there seems to do is fill Dorf and move like heads on tour to another Flames by mfm . thankx for that clear heads up 'nd where can i kuiss your ring poopezeee.
Who's parade is this we the un seen spoke once why kill it again . . . ho unless it is my presence' noble play' will i get bannechecked? Gitt ziet dank? whatever that mens i will stop and check...
had fun and got laid that made older cooler hippies with three in hand mad?? my bad it was the show back then i made the cut then , when after ten or so shows the party was as good or better with Regular folks, asset freeze as you will i call no shame in that you can remember being back on the couch with brent and the boyx ordoc, Roc & Scully i was just a sweet kid with my hand in the cookie jar okay .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2015 - 08:20am PT
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Otay, it's time to be serious.
zBrown,
SAY WHAT?
I hate to think of freezing, I'm a California boy that likes warm rock.
You're an ice climber but apparently haven't suffered brain damage from it.
I have to get this right, brujo. I'll have to email you and we can discuss your idea.
I don't wish to make a four paw like I did with the original. I don't know if the idea will walk or fly.
And speakin' of originals, of which I'm one, according to Throwpie, here's more from those two guys older (slightly) than donini, but not as old as Granny Clampett.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boots_Randolph
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Apr 10, 2015 - 08:32am PT
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If you click to enlarge you will zee that that zBrown character is at it again and again. Can he be stopped?
As much as we like to think that what's God's is God's and whats ours is ours. It ain't necessarily so.
Any rank pretender can be The Flames (and as often as he chooses), so lets at least keep all the like things together under "mouse from merced" as much as possible. Also, zBrown could erase himself even without freezing and what a sorry mess that could result in.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 10, 2015 - 08:40am PT
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KAY WITH THE SURF
what ever man
I was just leaving' any way
Too darn broke like the rest of the good guys.
Im gonna go smoke some thing....
HO no, thats all effed too! Shwag costs more than is should, is dried wrong for how i 'moke it hay z what is wrong alright i will play the ....
and be cool heres to linking
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1954729&tn=5560
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