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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 12:12am PT
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Other than one hulking lumberjack who developed severe "helmet hair syndrome,"
no one else was injured or killed in the filming of this video.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 01:56am PT
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The Briefcase
by Irish poet Paul Muldoon
(for Seamus Heaney)
I held the briefcase at arm's length from me;
the oxblood or liver
eelskin with which it was covered
had suddenly grown supple.
I'd been waiting in line for the cross-town
bus when an almighty cloudburst
left the sidewalk a raging torrent.
And though it contained only the first
inkling of this poem, I knew I daren't
set the briefcase down
to slap my pockets for an obol—
for fear it might slink into a culvert
and strike out along the East River
for the sea. By which I mean the "open" sea.
The iPhone
by ST poet MFM
(for Tim Sorenson)
I held the iPhone at an angle--the screen was hard to see otherwise--
it was not really heavy--
not like a .357 Magnum heavy--
and then I held it still while I shot.
The dogs sat still, too,
even though the aroma of old Gruyere
blended with the street smells of Upper Telegraph--
patchouli, incense, and canine deposits here and there.
But the muse was not happening,
no matter how many doppios I might have,
so I just put the phone away after 'saving' Mouse's image
and we all headed down Stuart to the truck,
took our time, though, as the month of May in Berkeley
is a good time to be out and about.
We took University Avenue instead of Gilman
and slowed down reverently
as we passed by the Ski Hut, gawking like tourists.
The view of the distant Golden Gate was sublime as the sun set.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 21, 2017 - 02:26am PT
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Hairy situation, at 1st the pix didn't show then No video
Now, Ive been up since three, wrappin' presents, paultry tho they be
Hey We got a set of 10yr old new to we flashy wheels,
So, want the kiddlets to squeal,when they see this tree
We will be staying home this year
The chipmunks have yet to be evicted, I hear'em in the floors n' walls.
That said its all a house of cards not to far down a hill, daily viewThats the sunset burnin' across the street
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 04:24am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Courtesy of Larry Jones, who's now a grandpa x2, and sent this to me via email.
Congratulations are in order.
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unlocked gait
Gym climber
the range
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Dec 21, 2017 - 04:45am PT
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lights always on in the flames shed!
earlier i was bouncing around between darkness
and i stopped by and sure as shite
someone left the light on.
thanks.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Dec 21, 2017 - 05:16am PT
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brace yourself mouse, the future is just around the bend
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Dec 21, 2017 - 07:18am PT
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I’m down with a bad sinus infection that’s gone to my chest. Saw the doc too and got my meds and some better sleep last night. Voice is gone and can’t say two words without a hacking fit...seems we’re all in the soup to a greater or lesser degree.
Get well Mouse and DMT
The Reverend of the Field
(For the Right Reverend Trotter)
When he wed the two owls
Unlike domestic fowl
They both startled to flight
And they soiled his new cowl
Now he only enjoins
Goats and pigs for a coin
On occasionally he’s married
Some chickens less harried
By such ceremony and pomp
Though they’d like a good romp
Or a roll in zee hay
Much to some folks dismay
For the reverend of the field
The fornicators must yield
And delay all their furgling
‘Till their union has been sealed
-bushman
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 07:30am PT
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Gents, lemme expound a theory.
The recent fires are to blame, in large part for these ailments.
I have a back-up here, my longtime Scouting buddy Pete Padilla, who's in charge of the family cabin at Forresta. I ran into him on Tuesday at the Cafe.
He told me of the smoke from the Wawona fires, which crept over the ridge to Forresta while he was up there seeing to a new metal roof for the cabin. It took him over a week and he's no spring chicken and pushing 250# around up there is no easy thing. It got progressively worse the more he stayed but he had to remain regardless.
Pete showed me his inhaler. He's slowed way down. He thinks the bronchial attacks he's had since were triggered by the wood smoke, which we all know to be more harmful than auto emissions and the rest.
We all have been exposed to the same smoke over this protracted fire season, and I, for one, think the reason is rather obvious and am buying what Pete is selling, except for his insurance packages (Allstate, I think).
Giving a nod to God for y'all.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Dec 21, 2017 - 08:17am PT
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producto de perú
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 09:40am PT
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HaHaHaHa!
Guffaw, even.
Lest it be forgotten...
Puerto Rico . . .
You ugly island . . .
Island of tropic diseases.
Always the hurricanes blowing,
Always the population growing . . .
And the money owing,
And the babies crying,
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Dec 21, 2017 - 10:42am PT
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From West Side Story...
AMERICA
ROSALIA:
Puerto Rico,
You lovely island . . .
Island of tropical breezes.
Always the pineapples growing,
Always the coffee blossoms blowing . . .
ANITA:
Puerto Rico . . .
You ugly island . . .
Island of tropic diseases.
Always the hurricanes blowing,
Always the population growing . . .
And the money owing,
And the babies crying,
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
OTHERS:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
Ev'rything free in America
For a small fee in America!
(Even in context Anita’s words sound pretty harsh).
But the GOP?
Heartless beyond the pale . . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 12:48pm PT
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Rockin' around the Christmas tree
At the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Every couple tries to stop
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
Let the Christmas spirit ring
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie
And we'll do some caroling
You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear
Voices singing, let's be jolly
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
Have a happy holiday
Everyone dancin' merrily
In the new old-fashioned way
Brenda's version
&
MFM perversion
Milling around the Christmas tree
In the square of each small town
President’s hung in effigy
Everyone pissed off as can be
Let the vengeful spirit ring
Later they’ll wonder over DRT
And it won’t mean a thing
You might be caught up in a mob, yes, by golly
Crowds are yelling
“Deck the halls with bloody holly”
Have a tax cut, all the rich
Exactly like he planned
He’s a gold-plated Son of a Bitch
Hated cross this land
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 02:46pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Dec 21, 2017 - 04:41pm PT
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As I was sayin'
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 05:08pm PT
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I was just about to post about how Charles Bukowski liked his time away:
from the Madden Crowd
from the kids n bots
from the dogs n katz
from the brick n bats
but now I'm forced to tellya how:
I went to see young lady
I’'d been there before
Her shoes and stockings in her hand
And her feet all over the floor
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name by golly
And rogueing n’ stealing is a game
and about the time that:
I went down to Louisville
I’'d been there before
Got kicked in up by a big fat mule
And ain't going back no more
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name by golly
And rogueing n’ stealing is a game
and now I recall (quite clearly, y'all:
I went to see young lady
I’'d been there before
She put me out of an old big strump
& I ain't going back no more
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name by golly
And rogueing n’ stealing is a game
and the result of all this runs down my leg like piss:
I got drunk last night
All the the night before
Ain't gonna get drunk no more
Ain't gonna...
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name
Champagne Charlie is my name by golly
And rogueing n’ stealing is a game
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2017 - 06:11pm PT
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Tad, here's wad I got:
"If you don't know by now, lady, don't MESS with it!"--Mr. Natural/first issue cover of Robert Crumb's Zap Comix
& just what do "squinky" be meanin'?
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