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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujň de la Playa
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Apr 15, 2015 - 08:11pm PT
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Dick Dale? Yeah, I met him. Oughta have a thread about his name. I've got it in writing. A nice guy but he didn't offer Ruby a dancing job in the vid.
Submit FORTAN autograph requests on punch cards only.
Surfers, can't trust 'em.
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Plattenspieler version probably from the Longshoreman's Hall gig with all the hippies and beatnieks.
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I am howver, GLAD
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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 - Apr 16, 2015 - 09:32am PT
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Frozen Stream of Consciousness
It may seem strange to you as it does to me that I chose,
without having viewed the two most recent posts,
to post the following poem here this morning,
along with a few illustrative photos,
virtually giving zBrown the near equivalent of a heel clip,
since he posted the well-known Frost poem.
Peter Paan
Followin'
Peter Pain he was
waxin'
with the Norwegian
but the Flames
melted the klister,
painin'
the wood bright burnt orange,
peelin'
away from the skin.
So he Bard the damn thin instead,
puffin'
away like an angry Gym Bird,
singin'
like a TM guru,
callin'
the words of mem
or he might never
see the top.
But Peter Paan
(not his real name)
descends from the line
of Laarson the Caterpillar man,
who dropped an A
but never took the Entrance Exam
nor even a Quickie Quiz.
This is a test of his Commitment,
passin'
gas like a holy man,
makin'
him proud to be big bro
to such a bright gang of youths
who belong to the f-f-flames
for all time.
Why did the chicken cross the road
if he was afraid
of the truth?
Crossin'
the chicken instead of the road,
takin'
the old man back to where he started,
he suddenly farted,
stinkin'
up the squeeze,
comin'
out on top after all
to bright blue sky-sun;
the anger bled away on the breeze.
He gets on his knees to give thanks,
but they are too sore
to serve that need.
Everyone said, "Yes. He's back."
But he never left.
It was Peter left.
Then everyone left
in a pique,
in a huff:
more anger yet.
Ego-bashin',
stinkin',
flatus-filled,
puffin-stuffin' off-width,
done by "thrutch and clutch,"
along with desperate
mewlin'.
"My, what technique you have, Grampa.
What kept you?"
"All the better to scare myself, child."
Yet we have joy.
"Five-nine-y as hell, boy.
It's Miller time again."
Except there was no Miller time
back when
we raced,
en rappel,
and my time won.
"Loser buys the Schlitz."
We're buds in a frenzy
Seekin'
a way to get away,
becomin'
what wer are not yet
sittin'
in the Camp 4
parkin'
lot
Lookin'
cool as Flames on a hot summer day.
Whew!
I thought it timely to show this post from p.2 of Another Poetry thread.
from Wayno
"Frothing forth through my insipid dilemma
Aw fuhget about it..."
It's not magic, it's the synch,
very active in California,
as talked about in Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.
Merced and Chula Vista may be on a cosmic synchline. It's the most reasonable explanation
jfor when anomalies like two poems
--make that three poems--
appear on the same page of any thread
with no pre-planned co-ordination
but just because of serendipity
to use another word descriptive of the weird.
It's all just water under the bridges
words in pencil on paper
but there is evil bad things
in each of our heads and the way
to expel them from you is to write poetry
or read some poetry
and share it if it makes you feel good.
Or you could have that head-change operation you've been thinking about.
Or was it a brain transplant?
So much preamble...
I hope you enjoy this reading and make it a good day.
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Me 'n' Bud-e.
Bud-e has left the building
Along with GeoLaF and Tonya.
He's still my good friend, my good Bud-e.
I'm glad he gets his own yard to piss in
but all the same I'll still miss him.
I have the cats...
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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 - Apr 16, 2015 - 10:05am PT
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^^^This is Skittish Miss.^^^
And this is her mother, Rooftop Kitty.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Apr 16, 2015 - 05:17pm PT
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Mouse,
Applause, applause, standing ovation for "A Good Day!"
Been there, didn't do that either, thanks to climbing spirit sister SSK :) (she will probably never see this, but she knows) That is a great and powerful bit of word-smithing. I imagine it speaks to and for many here. Life. Finding balance on the cornice is the key.
Wow, the Flame is really dancing today -- puppies, poetry, perpendicular walls, punch cards, and lots of music. Not forgetting trolls and Gnomes and other assorted beings.
If I had anything wise or witty to say, I'd do so. But I don't. It has been a long day and I am ready for some rest.
It has been a very good day. :)
feralfae
wait . . . more good news . . .
Oh, wow, and there is a new Star Wars in December, although I think the Force is already awake. I guess it is fitting that a film be made about it. All those millions of minds. Good.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 16, 2015 - 06:34pm PT
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As a rule I too do not read the flames before I post. It can be looked at as a risk that I take and I have oft been taken down a pegg or two.
My enthusiasm, the zest that brings me brightly here can be shorn down to a stub of a man, still worth smoking' though.
This is over due to Anita's taking selfee's to the next level but a Gnome sigthing is good thing Red eye - much!?
First A whole lot of words did not post after I added a stupid symbol . . .
not that what was written was earth shaking but to try and write the same over , well, the flow is not the same.
I was off to find the rocks that I have dubbed the Hanging Garden, there is another climbing zone that has a history of climbing and a similar name. . .
The Hanging hills of Meridan . . .
Over the past six months I’ve been exploring Connecticut’s castles (the state is home to a surprising number of them) they are captivating structures.
From historic ruins that preservationists are rushing to save to multi-million-dollar new castles currently on the market, these stone architectural wonders always seem to have a compelling story behind them.
But, nowhere in Connecticut (at least that I’ve visited so far) do you get a more epic, fantasy-esque, I-feel-like-I’m-in-Lord-of-the-Rings sense than at Castle Craig in Meriden, a soaring tower that sits sentry-like atop East Peak on the Hanging Hills.
This ripped-straight-from-a-fairytale watchtower is open to the public and is part of Hubbard Park, which is operated by the city of Meriden. Without paying an entry fee,*
Most of the land was given to the town by Walter Hubbard, president of the Bradley & Hubbard Manufacturing Company. In his donation, the land was given outright, with the stipulation that everything connected with the park was to remain free of charge for the people of Meriden, and that no concessions for profit were ever allowed within the park area.
Hubbard spent a great deal of time and energy creating the park. He personally spent between $400,000 and $500,000 to clear land, build roads, and construct Mirror Lake with the help of Frederick Law Olmsted, who is best known for designing New York’s Central Park.
Guests used to be able to climb the 32-foot-high spire, by means of a metal spiral staircase,(currently closed) and enjoy a vantage point 976 feet above sea level. The panoramic views afforded at the mountain’s peak and at the top of the tower are nothing short of spectacular, especially this time of year before foliage begins to fill in and conceal the rock.
On a clear day views to the south include Sleeping Giant Mountain Range, New Haven and the glistening water of Long Island Sound, as well as the dim outline of Long Island itself. Northern views include the Berkshires and Southern Massachusetts.
The castle was built in 1900 out of native trap rock by local stonemasons.
It was commissioned and then donated to the people of Meriden by local philanthropist Walter Hubbard, president of the Bradley & Hubbard Manufacturing Company. Hubbard also donated the 1,800-acre park that bears his name; the park was designed by Hubbard in consultation with the Olmsted Brothers, sons of Frederick Law Olmsted, co-designer of New York City’s Central Park.
Prominently visible from I-691, Castle Craig has long been a part of the fabric of the Meriden community. “It's probably one of our most recognizable icons,” says Juliet Burdelski, director of economic development for the city of Meriden.
Today, there are several ways to visit the castle.
You can drive up the 3.3-mile access road
(which is open from 10 a.m. until 4:45 p.m. from May till the end of October),
or walk that same access road.
There are also hiking trails to the castle’s peak and a trail map is available through the Meriden Land Trust. These trails provide a route to the tower that is shorter in distance than the main access road but the hiking route is also steeper and more difficult.
This year, the town has decided to open the gates to the access road from 6 until 10 p.m. during full moons in August, September and October.
The first full moon event was well attended, for the second one the weather didn’t cooperate fully and attendance was limited.
Since the castle was built, more than 100 years ago, it has often captured the imagination of those who see it, sometimes in unusual ways. According to local lore the area around Hubbard Park is occupied/haunted by The Black Dog of West Peak, an otherworldly canine with a spooky bite. According to an entry about the myth on Damned Connecticut:
Over the years, people have told of encounters with a small, vaguely spaniel-like, shorthaired black dog. Often, it is described as having come out of nowhere, and despite its sad eyes, being quite happy to have human companionship. Like any good phantom, it leaves no footprints and makes no sound when it barks or howls, yet it leaves quite an impression. For it is said of the Black Dog: "If a man shall meet the Black Dog once, it shall be for joy; and if twice, it shall be for sorrow; and the third time, he shall die."
. The 3.3-mile access road has a 15 mph speed limit and is full of winding turns and steep inclines. As I wound my way up the mountain the anticipation and sense of adventure built, as did my appreciation of the rugged beauty of the scenery around me.
Trap Rock cliff walls are visible during the ascent; bodies of water reflect the color of the leaves, and when I caught my first glimpse of the tower through the trees I could not help but feel a rush of excitement.
Though, I didn’t catch a glimpse of the Black Dog, when I went, I did some climbing. when I got to the top of the ramparts, I enjoyed a view of the Connecticut countryside that was (and is) certainly fit for a king.
I find it interesting that a web site for the park includes this statement
Today, Hubbard Park is a popular outdoor recreation destination. The park is crossed by a number of hiking trails, most notably the 51-mile blue-blazed Metacomet Trail, which traverses East Peak and West peak the park. Trails are open to hiking, backcountry skiing; roads are open to bicycling and mountain biking. Swimming and rock climbing are prohibited.
What? well I and The whatsits at Mnt reject say that climbing continues.. and so do I on the train of thought that
My Hanging Gardens were where I left the last November , but I was mistaken and found other rock instead.
I now have to add a new area to an area that I have only explored I frozen conditions , looking of course for frozen gullies to climb .
the 'Garden has a sixty foot free standing pinnacle, and some splitter finger cracks, as of five o'clock I was goose poo, but some young eagles soaring over head kept me happy.
I headed back to take my son to soccer, I wish I could fund A climbing team or chivee the runts to climb with dad but It is still to soon? or they have not the bug?. . . Yet !
the Horror!! . . .
well, I am not a tyrant but it is what I have to offer them, so they climb when I insist , but it bums me out. that the wife is ungainly gaining and rounding out a is a women's wont is to be. . . not the want of my wife though and we diet and starve and exercise, nothing seems to help.
Thus she is only a gunks climber but an anywhere belayer.
( is it wrong to call your wife 'belay slave?)
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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 - Apr 16, 2015 - 08:27pm PT
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Report from Faux News
A Yale undergraduate student, Olmstead Bedstead, from Nar Nar Goon, Australia, was taken into custody today by Connecticut law enforcement.
Mr. Bedstead is accused of biting a bear in Hubbard Park last night.
The police say that he was under the influence of PCP when he surprised the animal near a public restroom as it was pawing through the garbage dumpster there.
Bedstead is reported to have seen the legendary 'black dog' of Hubbard Park twice, which means, according to local lore, that he would die the next time they met: and so, knowing that "was gunna die," he attacked the bear, he says, in absolute self-defense.
Police obtained a blood sample which shows traces of PCP, an animal tranquilizer, in his system.
The event is confusing, say police, as there are no witnesses. There just happened to be a patrol car making a routine check which discovered the bear lying helplessly injured and Mr. Bedstead lying unconscious beside it.
The bear was euthanized by humane means by county animal control officers.
Mr. Bedstead will be released on bail it is presumed, then there may be a hearing.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nar_Nar_Goon,_Victoria
It would have been nice to have seen ET come to the bear's rescue.
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Your wife ahould be known as your attractive belayer, dude, and don't forget it!
Belay slave is a terrible thing to be called. It's very un-PC, though it may piss off some righteous types, so use it freely as long as it's in jest, is my take.
Then there are the Big Joes with all those women--he can have a different attractive belayer every time he goes out craggin'.
But why have a belay if you don't care if you die?
Nice report from our main Eastern Correspondent, to whom I'd like to say:
If the dog references are hurting you, remember that you are still alive so they are only making you stronger, Gnome.
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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 - Apr 16, 2015 - 09:10pm PT
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A small packet arrived today.
Where in the world did it come from?Why, from neebee, of course!
Thanks and I shall have fun with the word-finders.
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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 - Apr 17, 2015 - 07:33am PT
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Sure and it's gonna be a great day.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Well, it's not Saturday, Katelyn.
So get back in here and get ready for school.
Bushman's been crankin' the muse
And Gnome has been followin' his every move.
Another Poetry Thread should be checked,
The guys have been there givin' it heck.
Poet Laureate of the US, Billy Collins.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 17, 2015 - 08:52am PT
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wait abit there is a poem that I want you all to read (in ease) and so I need to zoom in and save as ... that and beg the Attractive be-layme to do her magic she is quicker,
well she just laughed and threw me to the wolves of photo shop/edit tools that then I have to muck with to see things with out shadows. (i need glasses, but a Dentist More!)
All the dogs I have had, they all came out on a fly by. yesterday, while I was on my walk-about,
dogs die and come back as eagles!
of course it makes perfect sense . . . to a duck.
Now take it and destroy the sentiment re write it as a bikers eulogy,
or a strumpets proud whine, of how she bedded yours and mine!
She went all ways to Sunday.
Then, on Sunday, she went to Church to tell her tales in the 'grope me booth'
to the delight of the monsignor . .
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Apr 17, 2015 - 09:45am PT
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Mouse Studios created many designs for the Grateful Dead. According to Wikipedia, Mouse Studios was created in 1959 by Mouse and his family as a mail order company. By the mid 60's its lead artists were Stanley "Mouse" Miller and Alton Kelly, whose creations were often credited to "Mouse & Kelly." According to Stanley Mouse, "Toon" was the nickname for Martin Gorak, an artist/magician from Detroit (a.k.a. "Martoon Master of the Mystic Poobah." "T" or "Tree" was Robert Tree. Mouse's recollection, is that during the creation of this particular cover, Kelly was in Boston."
Workingman's Dead (linked by Tobia on another thread) http://popspotsnyc.com/workingmans_dead/
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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 - Apr 17, 2015 - 11:37am PT
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DORF was equipped with two speakers over the front passenger and driver seats.
The 8-track cassette unit was right behind the driver and the playlist included these:
Grateful Dead--double LP
Workingman's DeadChunga's Revenge--Zappa
Happy Trails-double LP--QSMWhat About Me?--QSM
The Blues Project--warious artists
Exile on Main St--double LP
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 17, 2015 - 02:02pm PT
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When you say Double LP do you mean that Skull and Roses, with: Big Boss Man, Bertha, Warft Rat, Goin' down the road, feelin' bad, not fade away, etc.?
[Click to View YouTube Video]This one 'cause It is short enough and up tempo
and the drummer was a friend of friend. . . well in a toxic sorta way .
CHUNGA'S REVENGE!!
I would go to Zappa shows with this good pal of mine, his shows were loud and hard to take as it was pre punk and all that, Bob Seegar Was Loud And Leon Russel too i was also at some Elvin Bishop thing were we got to sit in on the sound check.
The Zappa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIO3LhJoBCw
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujň de la Playa
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Apr 17, 2015 - 04:45pm PT
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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 - Apr 17, 2015 - 05:07pm PT
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Yes...the eponymous double album.
"GRATEFUL DEAD”
Side one
1. "Bertha" (Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter) – 5:27
2. "Mama Tried" (Merle Haggard) – 2:42
3. "Big Railroad Blues" (Noah Lewis) – 3:34
4. "Playing in the Band" (Hunter and Bob Weir) – 4:39
Side two
"The Other One" (Bill Kreutzmann and Weir) – 18:05
Side three
6. "Me and My Uncle" (John Phillips) – 3:06
7. "Big Boss Man" (Luther Dixon and Al Smith) – 5:12
8. "Me and Bobby McGee" (Fred Foster and Kris Kristofferson) – 5:43
9. "Johnny B. Goode" (Chuck Berry) – 3:42
Side four
10. "Wharf Rat" (Garcia and Hunter) – 8:31
11. "Not Fade Away" (Buddy Holly and Norman Petty) / "Goin' Down the Road Feeling Bad" (traditional) – 9:14
And the thing about the track called "Chunga's Revenge" which appealed to me was that it totally reminded me of Millis' duck-talk.
It never came up to try to climb it, but Dave B. told me there was a TM route named Chunga's Revenge.
Non swquitur photo oppl
This was my favorite off the LP.[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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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2015 - 05:22pm PT
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Where's that snowy picture taken, old butty?Don't say Briceburg.
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