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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 6, 2018 - 04:34am PT
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Well, Gnome, I AM a-listenin' to them.
I'm gonna tell ya...
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I'd like to keep this out front, if ya don't mind. Kinda special.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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So many folks channeling Jimi or is it back-channeling?
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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 6, 2018 - 02:53pm PT
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ON TO THE V-O-I-D, THE MAXIMUM V-O-I-D.
Consider the case of one Joe Simpson, a competent and experienced mountaineer, whose life suddenly tanks when his luck runs out on
a remote Andean peak you've never heard of.
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2003/nov/21/sportandleisure
"Dance like no one's watching."
Fit for Nothing (excerpt)
I was once accosted in the gym by an irate lady who angrily
demanded to know what I was staring at. Since I was struggling
to release myself at the time from an overweighted pecs
machine that was threatening to dislocate my shoulders, I
found it hard to gather my thoughts.
"You, " I said bluntly. "Your scantily dressed body that
leaves nothing to the imagination, that keeps leaping into view
wherever I go. [Mirrors on all the walls and ceiling.]
What did you think I was staring at?"
Well, that's what I would have liked to say instead of
spluttering a mortified apology, feeling my face blush with
shame. To be honest, I don't think I had been staring.
In fact I think I was in one of those aerobically bored
vacuous states that the gyms induce. She stalked indignantly
away, and I felt too embarrassed to ask her if she could help
me retrieve my elbows, which were touching behind my head.
To me, it seems a bit unfair to confront us with virtual
nakedness and then accuse us of disgustingly lewd thoughts.
All I was trying to do was torture myself in a gym.
It seems that the prim and proper message is that such gar-
ments are worn not to be sexy, but because they make the
wearer feel good. They simply display the wearer's confidence
in herself. Well, that's as may be, but it strikes me they
display a damn sight more than that, and to deny it is plain
self-delusion. I'm not easily offended or prudish in any way,
far from it, but I do resent being a victim of a dishonest
conspiracy. If these clothes are the uniform of the post-
feminist woman, as I've heard said, and are about woman's
empowerment and not men's desires, then I'm a wildebeest.
To wear outrageously enticing apparel and at the same time
profess the sensibilities of a sentimentalized Victorian
spinster is shamelessly deceitful. Sure, I'm not allowed to
touch. But faced with spread-eagle semi-nakedness, can't I
just leer a little? It might help both sexes if they took
all the mirrors away. The men wouldn't be ambushed by horny
visions at moments of muscle-ripping effort and the women
wouldn't be reminded of how beautifully empowered and
confident they are.
However, all things being equal, I'd much rather cope with
the women's sense of gym fashion than that of the average
male. [We'll stop right here rather than go there.] From Joe Simpson's book "Storms of Silence."
Going out to capseeBoy.
"Baby, it's cold outside. Put on some sweats when you head to the gym, okay?"
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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 6, 2018 - 05:29pm PT
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Some Jive Talking
This morning I put my socks on wrong.
There is a left one and a right, you know.
But it did not matter, as it turned out.
The day proceeded, doing what days do, until now.
I could tell you what it is they do,
but then I'd have to bore you to death.
I might even incriminate myself,
or let out some state secret,
or someone's password,
which would not be boring, probably.
But I have not done anything wrong, to speak of,
no one tells me much,
and I only know my own passwords.
And for all I know, you might be a superior being,
or a big tycoon with a lot of pull,
or a professional golfer with a huge drive,
one that you seldom pull and almost never slice
unless you WANT the ball going right or going left,
depending.
For you, in that case, you might pay more attention
to whether you have the correct sock on the matching foot.
And if you are one of these guys,
a tycoon or a superior being or a pro golfer,
you likely do not lead a boring life.
I cannot say that I envy you.
I could and might, if I were to walk in your shoes,
but MY FEET ARE HUGE and yours, percentage-wise,
are much smaller, so that's not going to happen.
I will only say this once, so you might read it again.
Even if you do not, you do not, but I would like to say,
"Have an exciting, intoxicating and interesting day."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCh2YgcJSiA
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Not exactly the "Jive Ass Jones" I knew, but I was so much older then
5ft 4in Jive Ass Jones Swallow Tail Ref# 22187
Same outfit he wore at the Hollywood Y, when we played
I do not remember who won the 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 6, 2018 - 07:36pm PT
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Afternoon at the old dairy.
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Jim Clipper
climber
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ill just leave this here.
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used to be there wasn't enough money to equip every idea that came to mind. if you were able to get after it, some stories were probably better retold with a beer and half a regret. nah, no regrets.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Ever notice that not many blues harpsters wear sneakers?
New thread
What up them Blues Men Feets
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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She's a bare foot pickin' mamma sometimes
at other times Cowboy boot (leading to wondering after the little piggies? are they clothed inside that pointed leather?
At the times that are those where it is required, she can be seen in Strutting, no standing in torturous Stilletos. Bonnie Raitt( spelled it right this time) also boots to flats to ladies bane.
What terrible on going sort of game is that?
One that insists that women do it all ^ all backwards and in 6 inch heels?
I'm suffering some 'puter issue, did not accept some up-grade or another. The resulting slow to failing to up-load - re-load or return to the page after a spelling correction.... So much so that I copy/paste whole posts as they leave & disappear into some dark hole.
-Quwack Cranking out his better stuff,- 2 lines I had a thought, forgot the bug, still
Thank You Marlow!
But so long ago now if it were not for our good eared
& eyed friend Marlow,
(ho? no! it took 10 solid minutes to load the last inserted text)
-That means as I have done here I just save the planned up-loads then add them to the post once the text is semi...
Semi... finished
Semi... deliberate
Semi. . . . expanded
Semi. . . . . Trucking
Semi. . . . . . on
Semi. . . . . . . off
Semi. . . . . . . . slack
Semi. . . . . . . . . take
Semi. . . . . . . . . . belay
falling!
if that explains anything ? it was not meant to clear up anything
just an attempt to qualify this weirdness
and what has led to the spam like nature of this and other posts.
I'm gonna go kill the Grammarly program to see if it is causing this.
 I came to the conclusion that those who can't hear the honey, see the value of the caravan (deviled by the boredom of the scene the sounds the getting to & from the boring to them, gatherings, must have stunted souls. My better half is not a Head. She humored me then threatened to throw the most overplayed disc out the window.
I gave the disc of the 1st set of the '91 Clarkson College show away, to some random kid, with a BMW, who I had hoped would appreciate it & so help me score. Yeah? that'll never happen.
Come to think of it the wifes' musical taste suks. She likes whiny jews with very slight a nasal twang.
but no Beatles or the boys. that has grown. . . ? worse. . .
Worse she listens to The Counting Crows over & over, especially a song called Mr. Jones, wait, is that right? or is it Mrs. Jones?
In order to allay any concerns that I don't know what I am "talking about"; we purchased a piece of property, where the neighbor's ownership and so the property lines were in question. As it turned out the whole parcel included a sizable chunk of rock. Half of the said property was the target of squatters who had attempted to steal it by "Adverse Possession". To explain further, we had taken out a Mortgage and the property, its description: the true Survey, Title & Deed, did not coincide with that paperwork. This is sometimes referred to, colloquially, as matching "hand & glove", and is a requirement of the banking instrument. While it was a very different set of circumstances, the resulting exposure, the liability concerns, were very similar.
I do understand that I am difficult to follow. Often in an extremely exorbitant and pedantic manner, I try to be purposely opaque, my diction can be far more verbose. This tends to help dissuade those who may or may not be literate enough to follow what it is that I choose to impart here, from reading my posts. Furthermore, Romaine lettuce dressed in lemon juice (to prevent browning) and croutons with a mixture of raw egg, fine virgin olive oil, Worcestershire sauce, Anchovies, garlic, Dijon mustard, Parmesan cheese, and fresh cracked black pepper,(in that order & at tableside, please) I was not writing to communicate with you, also as to what I say in response to those who may or may not feign miscomprehension & those who really do not understand?
You should have stayed in school.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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yeah yeah I know
no creativity goes uncriticized.
There is that & This too[Click to View YouTube Video]
And there is the last post on a page ordeal,
wherein
I get sent to the next page,
(the empty sheets of potential)
if I try to make a correction,
it gets to be really frustrating.
to the last of this page, on to the next,
I say
It will leave us more room to come & play
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