Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Mar 24, 2009 - 08:20am PT
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those long drives and false horizons arm you with a creativity that allows you to withdraw a story buried in stone.
without the confusion which moves you about, a complacency will settle in and extinguish your strides toward a decorated life.
and thus you wave a white flag in the war on error.
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Tami
Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
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Mar 24, 2009 - 02:27pm PT
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Sometimes norwegian I have no clue what yer typin' about. But this time yer makin' really fine sense - esp directed at James. Lovely writing James and I also love the story 'bout bailin' from Boulder. I "rescued" someone from BoCo 6 yrs ago; he's now my husband.
James don't ferget that the great Kennedy is now in Daddy's Chair of Alpinist mag & if ever there was an approachable guy about climbing and writing, he's yer man.
And even if yer never interested in publishing yer stuff , always continue to write. The consequenses of bottling that stuff up inside of you are tantamount to puttin' a cork in yer carkle. Eventually things will baaaaaaaaack up and you'll exxxppploooode.
Not pretty.
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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Mar 24, 2009 - 05:58pm PT
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INTERN.
What a bunch of disingenuous bull-speak.
Now we are devaluing people so much as to have them work for free; heck, it's not enough that our actual wages have amounted to a bit less than nothing?
You did the right thing to turn around and if you keep doing the right thing, you'll continue to write, whatever your employment scenario.
"I'll take the pink for $200 Alex"
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James
climber
My twin brother's laundry room
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 25, 2009 - 12:11am PT
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Thanks for the kind words, except for Dean whose words were too true to be kind.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Mar 25, 2009 - 05:10am PT
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really tami? it surprises me to learn that my utterings fall upon befuddled ears.
i mean, occasionally, admittedly i slip thru the cracks in reality and explore the coastline of reason.
where i dangle my toes over the abyss that cradles the mystery, hurling insults at god and awaiting an echo.
god's responses i then attempt to pocket in the solution voids in my mind, and bring them back to the supertopo blanket.
these reportings are most likely the ones ya kant understand.
as godspeak is like speaking-in-forked-tonges.
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Dick_Lugar
Trad climber
Indiana (the other Mideast)
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Mar 25, 2009 - 07:08am PT
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Godspeak?
I thought you were quoting "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy".
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