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mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Topic Author's Reply - Nov 19, 2017 - 02:35pm PT

Heard In a Dive Bar in Newport

"OMG, the Wedge is at it again!"
"Oh yeah? I really missed the guy...so like Bukowski, so, so...fragile."

One cannot help noticing the lack of climbers in this shot.

*sigh*

zBrown

Ice climber

Nov 19, 2017 - 04:53pm PT

This is more or less the way I understand it.

In an intuitive sense, one can consider a dot product as a measure of how close two vectors are. For example, if we divide the dot product by the magnitude of the vectors, then we are talking about the cosine similarity i.e. how far away two vectors are from each other in pointing in the same direction.

{*}

I was busted once in Newport Beach (not flat, but busted all the same*) train
ended up in Capistrano Beach with, can you believe it, the blind munchies

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*Offense "failure to yield" to a j-walker.

zBrown

Ice climber

Nov 19, 2017 - 05:59pm PT

Pause it at about :01 or :02

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BTW those pelotas (shouldn't they be bolitas?) have been clocked at 188 mph.

zBrown

Ice climber

Nov 19, 2017 - 06:47pm PT

My friend Dave's dog Max got busted just for walking on the beach, WTF?

Has some funky editing, but if you're not a local and you don't surf here ...

Unfortunately Max preceded DC in death and Dave doesn't hang in the same old spots anymore

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mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Topic Author's Reply - Nov 19, 2017 - 06:57pm PT

busted lumpy, busted flat
I'm just her old yoga mat

i'm not needed, just kept around
to prevent her butt from touching ground

zBrown

Ice climber

Nov 19, 2017 - 07:21pm PT

Copy that and read ya

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Topic Author's Reply - Nov 19, 2017 - 08:11pm PT

^^^The Grand Whizzer of Wernerstan.

Wants to know when the new comprehensive guidebook to the Valley is being published. Wants to see his name in print one more time.

This MAY happen in his lifetime, but Licky could 'pubolish' before then on the dope plane, too.

Beatles First Recording
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4_LMMKq8Hw

feralfae

Boulder climber

in the midst of a metaphysical mystery

Nov 19, 2017 - 09:00pm PT

Ah, hello excellent Flames! Just dropping in to see how you are all.
MSM, I see card arrived. :)
I see good poetry. Waiting for next installment of Misty Eye.
zB, thank you for Bobby McGee. Wow!
Some great photos. Thank you for making my day with all your creativity.
Now I must sleep, as tomorrow is one of those long days.
I am warmed by your presence and sharing.
Sweet dreams.
ff

WyoRockMan

climber

Grizzlyville, WY

Nov 19, 2017 - 09:39pm PT

Thanks for stoppin by the waterin' hole.

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hooblie

climber

from out where the anecdotes roam

Nov 19, 2017 - 10:42pm PT

^^^"charming, ain't she?"

Bushman

climber

The state of quantum flux

Nov 20, 2017 - 01:55am PT

Mirroring What The Brujo Said

In the swirling rainfall
Veiled by the jungle
A thousand pairs of crimson eyes
Were all staring at me

With teeth all bared
And hackles raised
Voices cried in the darkness
And a howling carried on
Through the night

The brujo had warned me
What became of men's greed
And bold ambitions
Wondering on that
I had ventured on
And also thought
What the Chupacabra had in mind

As whispers rasped through the mangroves
The jungle must have been telling me
What was carved by the ancients
On walls of stone
In pyramids beneath steaming tropic vines
As fevered dancing and demonic visions
Filled my head

This child at heart in myriad pits
From a civilized hell
Found the heart of the world
In a sweltering clime

It had melted away
The ice and the snow
Around my soul
Where buried secrets were now unearthed

I was reckoning for the deeds
Of a future apocalypse
Now that I was a refugee
Lost and forgotten
In this city of the dead
With a thousand burning eyes
Staring at me

I had stumbled to this lonely place
Far from my home
Ejected from what once had been
A garden on earth

The jungle must have been telling me
What was carved by the ancients
On walls of stone
In pyramids beneath steaming tropic vines
And I wondered on what
Was in store for me
Or what the chupacabra had in mind

-bushman
11/20/2017

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber

Out Of Bed

Nov 20, 2017 - 03:58am PT

Not that i ever can
, ` following Bushman when he's doing battle

i'd been caught up short by the now long ago passing of another man whu'd, combined with dusty water from un-told empty OJ bottles, shaped my Existance/survival;
Earl Wiggens,('80-83?? back when he was a licensed realtor? have I got that right? I'll always wonder?)

speaking of bozos on the dus. .? oops Bus (Hey, thnx again, Jbro)
Most all of my photos are long gone.
Theres no long story.
just a sad day
made much worse by a voluteer fire depart-men,
Ho pleez just leave me with my smokin' ashes,

but No -
they liked to see the results of their hard won work,
or just another flooding out of another un-lucky jerk. . .
(streams float away the floatsom of the fire)
but there is a page of slides of desert pics.
I will have to try to dig out the few slides.

I dont think any climbing pics, just formations from his "office"
Doh,B=)
That would be the top-ish of Actient Art,
and maybe a few other formations.
I'll have to see what scanning costs.
I saw these small desk top scanners I wonder if they are any good?
with this the holidaze, might try, then go do the return?

taking selfies,
now cliamed to have originated
by Paris Hilton /Britney Speares . . .?
Oh please not by a long shot
To a new level

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Topic Author's Reply - Nov 20, 2017 - 04:57am PT

Navy Cut

I’m now a poet, like I always wanted to be but never tried till it’s almost too late.

But they’ve done me in with the famous accoutrements of writer-hood, cigarettes.

They sold me the package when I was young,

and I carried it with me,

offering early death to others like me,

until NOW,

in my old age,

I have only a stack of papers with shifting words stuck to their surfaces.

There are no golden years, only pain and coughing and sleepless nights trying to make more poems.

The poems may not have been worth it.

The words may not say enough to do anyone any good.

But I suppose that I can be happy with a brief smile from some future reader

and a cosmic laugh from somewhere in outer space when I’m ashes.
--MFM, stoopid human

Bushman

climber

The state of quantum flux

Nov 20, 2017 - 05:36am PT

Wishing you better health, Mouse... here's one to cheer you, maybe.

A Grindstone Ditty (No Tome To Me)

My Dalmatian wears pajamas
With clowns and fire trucks
I found on sale
Are year ago
And only paid two bucks

The weather lady winked at me
On the morning broadcast show
Im sure that it
Was meant for me
It's something I always know

You see them every day
Those chem-trails in the sky
They're seeding us
For mind control
Breitbart would never lie

The truth is everywhere
The X-files told me so
An alien
Lives two doors down
He's Elvis don't you know?

-no tome like the present

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Topic Author's Reply - Nov 20, 2017 - 12:12pm PT

And I kept on waiting for a Java update that never came.

zBrown

Ice climber

Nov 20, 2017 - 12:50pm PT

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mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Topic Author's Reply - Nov 20, 2017 - 03:13pm PT

Around the World Not Leaving Home

I try to get out every day at least once.
I never go very fast any longer...each block is a goal in itself.
If it takes an hour to get somewhere, that's what I gotta do, nobody gonna do it for me.
If I decide I may need a walker, I never hesitate to take it.
I walked a half block this morning before remembering I'd left it where I'd just been...bonus mileage!
It would be GREAT to have a different show each day, but that's not happening.
Vicariously experiencing mountaineering and rock climbing efforts via ST is one of the best things that could have happened to me.
This is one of the major things for which I will be thanking the Provider on this Thursday.

In “The Museum Diet — How to lose weight on holiday” a blogger calling herself Tour Guide Tammy calculated walking distances for (among others) the Louvre in Paris (8 miles), the Victoria and Albert in London (7.5 miles), the Smithsonian in Washington, DC (9 miles), and the Hermitage in St. Petersburg (14 miles).

Since each mile equals roughly 2000 steps, you can rest assured your visit to the Smithsonian will rack up somewhere around 18,000 steps; the Hermitage will come in around 28,000.

That far exceeds most people’s daily goals — and just think of all the great art you get to see along the way. Talk about a win-win!

From Karen McCann, my ex-pat friend in Spain^^^^

Hola, Karen and Rich! Como estas?

Karen's blog--
http://www.enjoylivingabroad.com/my-blog/travel-is-the-best-exercise

Tammy's blog--
https://tammytourguide.wordpress.com/2014/05/19/the-museum-diet-and-how-to-lose-weight-on-holiday/