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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2016 - 09:00am PT
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Touché, pussycat!!
It's Thanksgiving, and that means you'd better be ready for some tRAD football.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2016 - 09:08am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 24, 2016 - 09:51am PT
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The Arkybus of the Bozos
(Not to be confused with the Arquebus,
although it is of some interest)
Leave us not forget, my friends
Of night owls, fogies
Crazy fools and brattish ghouls
We're all bozos on this
Ship of fools
A bus set on a sinking ark
With a menagerie
Beset by sharks
Hark, what goes in window yon
Hear the dull thud of a bottomed piton
It's sick
So quick
Clip three, hang on
And clip the shifting one above
As flakes expand
Come push to shove
The mind will bend
On that depend
But no force of will
Or bitter pill
Shall un-meld the set fast
Opinion
I know
Pick me
I'll ride that catapult for free
The Jabberwocky
Must go down
I'll pay full price
If I must die
I need to know the reason why
And if I fail
As well I must
At least I went out
On the same bus
As all the other bozos here
No grace
No peace
But just a clown
Whose shoes don't fit
Whose primed the bail with his own spit
The die is cast
My ways are set
If I must fail I shall not quit
This futile tilt
And loathsome whine
As the timbers fall and the clocks unwind
And my final gasp
"Oh why, oh why?"
Hell, I know why it's physics, stupid
And like all good Frankensteins
I must die
And as oceans swell
And the waves do crash
The sea shall burp my cloud of ash
Upsetting thence the albatross
"What's that?" he asked
"Was that bushman?
What an #@%!!"
-bushman
11/24/2016
Happy Thanksgiving Everybody
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 24, 2016 - 11:11am PT
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THE LAST PIECE OF BOOTEY
Gasp at it sitting where ice will form?
Is some one doing the rig this year?
Trade for climbing shoes, cold stiff as a board.
More than a bit sorry
given I was not equipped
to leave the line fixed.
I've got the short loop and a gunmetal Grigri
seven pieces of gear,
The whole thing is three thirty foot sets of moves
I reach the bulge with the nut at the 1st 30 feet.
The nut that I spied ?
looks like it's mine.
mind the Date ! Just a few nights ago,
Oh well. Silly-sad emoticon
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I'm makin' no grabbing references,
That much a cat can do. This show is up on you tube now, they often go away before they come back, some, they have a habbit of going away, forever.
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There's is a black dog with such dreams
Still Shakin here boss!
Thanx giving, ha, rue yhas!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2016 - 01:05pm PT
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Re-post from The Flames original thread.Throwpie's reaction:
"Really Mouse, lose the hat. I'll leave my helmet home if you do. A true Flame faces the future bare headed."
Happy Thanksgiving, Grandpa and Peggy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2016 - 01:24pm PT
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Chilo's Chile
Today's installation is dedicated to a prolific gear review person named Jessica Haist, who may actually know something we do not.
Here she is, today's featured climber:Notice the helmet, Esteban. She is, unfortunately, not Flames Mama material.
Too bad, because she takes a nice selfie.Now go enjoy your Black Diamond Friday, gal!!
Hope you enjoyed some of that fine freeze-dried Turkey Tetrazinni with your Red Mountain burgundy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2016 - 05:54pm PT
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The documentary that I'm watching is California State of Mind: The Legacy of patBrown.
I've felt for many years that Brown was our best-ever governor. It's amazing how badly his son failed the first time, even more amazing he was ever elected a second time years later!
Apples DO fall far from the tree sometimes.
The Democratic Party backlash on Pat Brown in the 1960 Demo Convention in LA was tough on him. It was thought that he could not control his delegation.
Another ineffective governor and Brown's chief of staff, Gray Davis, comments in the film: "He could always see both sides of the issue, and while that's a perfectly fine trait, it's not a fine trait for a leader. People want to know what direction are we going and when are we gonna get there." Brown's leadership suffered by his apparent laxity in regard to the nomination of Kennedy, though in the end he supported JFK and was overlooked by the convention in favor of party heavy LBJ.
Brown claimed he wanted more to be the best governor of California in its history. His daughter, Kathleen, was elected to the LA School Board and later to the office of State Treasurer, and even ran unsuccessfully for governor, but was defeated by her stance on immigration issues, namely Prop. 187.
The film is very well-made, maybe not very balanced--I am aware of how biased I may be--but I learned some things which I never fully understood.
A bit of history, post-election, for comparison to our current Leader of the Free World.
Of course, Brown's biggest legacy, was his water project; next would be his educational reform.
When Nixon ran against Brown, he wasn't really interested in the State, only in the possibility of using the office as a stepping stone to national office. It's no wonder that Tricky Dick lost that election.
The Cuban Missile Crisis occurred during the final week of the campaign. It is the source of the Nixon quote: "You don't have Nixon to kick around anymore."
I'm sure DMT will like this, having missed out on living through this part of California history.
The film is available on Netflix.
Brown's defeat of Nixon earned him the nickname "The Giant Killer."
Brown went down to defeat at the hands of Nancy's puppet, however.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2016 - 07:54am PT
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What was post-modern all about, anyway?
Does anyone have a real clue?
Or is this some grad student's catch-phrase used to pick up women? Impress bosses? Make you rich?
It smells like a critic's term. Don't get me wrong...we need critics. Our birdcages would get pretty messy otherwise.
The critics seem to have it knocked, though. They insist that we "need" them to sort out the dross from the cream. (They would stone me for mixing metaphors.)
You cannot really criticize critics without coming away tainted with hypocrisy, either. See? They are somehow unassailable unless you are willing to become one of them. Clever.
Of course, no one listens to them, so why bother criticizing them? I guess I just like circular logic. Or there's a chance I know not of what I speak. This happens on occasion, but I'm working on it. I wanna be a know-it-all, take home millions from Jeopardy!, even if I don't break Ken Jennings' record winnings, and retire and sit here jibing at clucks and idiots and cretins and other know-it-alls, not to mention the know-nothings, the Great Unknown, poets who drink themselves silly and post post-modern thoughts and mispellings in a frenzy of self-doubt, guilt, recrimination and bitches in general, and bad climbing style.
Wait, I do that already, minus the cash.
Scott Williams' music is all about the beat, the rhythm, and I like it. It doesn't get in the way of my thinking. That's all I'm sayin' and that's too much.
Meditations on being good #123 by MFM.
Part of The Flames' run-up-to-Christmas non-plan.
12 Days of Christmas just got blown out of the water.
Chilo's Chile should package (can, jar, pickle, whatever they do to it) a special Christmas Chilo's Midnight Clear or Greensleeves Mild Child Mix.
Think about it, PL1.
And Merry Christmas!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2016 - 08:04am PT
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DMT, thanks for watching that.
It was a good doc.
The temp got down to 37 this morning. There's ice in the rain pools and frost on the roof across the alley.
And snow up in the mountains.
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For the great donini, a nod to Hotel Colorado, as well. So there, my fellow curmudgeon.
Happy Holliday, doc.
http://www.hotelcolorado.com/hotel-colorado-history/
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2016 - 09:00am PT
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Reposting from original Flames thread.T Hocking, you got mail.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 25, 2016 - 09:54am PT
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Chocolate Chip Banana Nut Brownies
The Decrem Morf Esuom
Would nary assume
That Nam Eert Eht Namhsub
Would howl at the moon
Nor would Esabaid Eht Fo Emong
Fall down on his bong
Though it might break his fall
Be it short or it be long
And such is how it be
For as such is how it were
Lest yer mindful of syntax
Or backwards berserk wordz
And zpeaking of zis
The latest I've herdz
Wuz dat Nworbz was just here
And Mangarc mit hiz birds
Let us not fergit Tsaotklim
And where's Eaflaref?
I tot dat I sawr her
A few pages back
So go figure my logic
When I woke up this morn
When a new fangled recipe
To my brain it was born
Although someone might've
Whipped it up
Yesterday morn
Eating Turkey for my brain
Was like steroids or porn
So my brilliant concoction
To stave off the pie
Was this delectable confection
To the stomach and my eye
So don't tell me that the calorie
Count might be all wrong
Right now I must go
Sell my cans for a song
And as usual what's more
I've said more than I should
Except I hope that your holiday
Has been more than good!!
-bushman
11/25/2016
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2016 - 10:13am PT
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"Do it. Again. Again."--The Little Wild One.
It took a lot of takes to take this shot.
Fortunately, the model was compliant.They decided on the armadillo at last, but it was very close.
In the desert, near Barstow, trunk full of supplies, my navigator began seeing bats. HOLY FUDD! I see 'em, too!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2016 - 10:51am PT
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"Foreigner is not welcome here"
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a
lifetime, or at least a Main Era – the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the
middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something.
Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can
touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world.
Whatever it meant…
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullsh#t, but even without being sure of
“history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole
generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the
time – and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened. My central memory of
that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights – or very early mornings – when I
left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the
Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s
jacket… booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and
Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at
the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change)… but being absolutely
certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high
and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If
not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda… You could
strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was
right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle – that sense of inevitable victory
over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our
energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting – on our side or theirs. We had all
the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look
West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where
the wave finally broke and rolled back.
SURGERY UNCERTAIN
AFTER EYES REMOVED
BALTIMORE (UPI)—Doctors said Friday they were uncertain whether surgery would succeed in restoring the eyesight of a young man who pulled out his eyes while suffering the effects of a drug overdose in a jail cell.
Charles Innes, Jr., 25, underwent surgery late Thursday at Maryland General Hospital but doctors said it may be weeks before they could determine the outcome.
A statement issued by the hospital reported that Innes “had no light perception in either eye prior to surgery and the possibility he will ever have light perception is extremely poor.”
Innes, son of a prominent Massachusetts Republican, was found in a jail cell Thursday by a turnkey who said Innes had pulled out his eyeballs.
Innes was arrested Wednesday night while walking nude through a neighborhood near where he lived. He was examined at Mercy Hospital and then placed in a jail cell. Police and one of Innes’ friends said he had taken an overdose of animal tranquilizer.
Police reported the drug was PCP, a Parke-Davis product not sold for human medical purposes since 1963. However, a spokesman for Parke-Davis said he thought the drug might be available on the black market.
Taken alone, the spokesman said PCP effects would not last more than 12 to 14 hours. However, the effects of PCP combined with an hallucinogen such as LSD were not known.
Innes told a neighbor last Saturday, the day after he first took the drug, that his eyes were bothering him and that he could not read.
Wednesday night police said Innes seemed to be in a deeply depressed state and so impervious to pain that he did not scream when he pulled out his eyes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2016 - 11:17am PT
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"You're gonna be glad you stopped here, boys."
Att’y: Boulder City is to the right. Is that a town?
Duke: Yeah Att’y: Let’s go to Boulder City.
Duke: All right. Let’s get some coffee somewhere...
Att’y: Right up here, Terry’s Taco Stand, USA. I could go for a taco. Five for a buck.
Duke: Sounds horrible. I’d rather go somewhere where’s there’s one for 50 cents.
Att’y: No… this might be the last chance we get for tacos.
Duke: I need some coffee.
Att’y: I want tacos Duke: Five for a buck, that’s like… five hamburgers for a buck.
Att’y: No… don’t judge a taco by its price.
Duke: You think you might make a deal?
Att’y: I might. There’s a hamburger for 29 cents. Tacos are 29 cents. It’s just a cheap place,
that’s all.
Duke: Go bargain with them.
[Only garbled sounds here. – Ed.] Att’y:… Hello.
Waitress: May I help you?
"God damn it, we're lost!!!!"
Att’y: Yeah, you have tacos here? Are they Mexican tacos or just regular tacos? I mean, do
you have chili in them and things like that?
Waitress: We have cheese and lettuce, and we have sauce, you know, put on them.
Att’y: I mean do you guarantee that they are authentic Mexican tacos?
Waitress:… I don’t know. Hey Lou, do we have authentic Mexican tacos?
Woman’s voice from kitchen: What?
Waitress: Authentic Mexican tacos.
Lou: We have tacos. I don’t know how Mexican they are.
Att’y: Yeah, well, I just want to make sure I get what I’m paying for. ‘Cause they’re five for
a dollar? I’ll take five of them.
Duke: Taco burger, what’s that?
[Sound of diesel engine truck. – Ed.] Att’y: That’s a hamburger, with a taco in the middle.
Duke: A taco on a bun.
Att’y: I betcha your tacos are just hamburgers with a shell sad of a bun.
Waitress: I don’t know
Att’y: You just started working here?
Waitress: Today.
Att’y: I thought so, I’ve never saw you here before. You go school around here?
Waitress: No, I don’t go to school.
Duke: Oh? Why not? Are you sick?
Att’y: Never mind that. We came here for tacos.
"There won't be no year 2000...not as we know it."
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Nov 25, 2016 - 11:27am PT
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I'll be back with the quail later...
Hunter must be on a turkey shoot
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