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Oops, forgot to put the crystals in the time machine.

Yeah, you really have to worry about those Mormons.

Lessee. Last year I redpointed 5.12 and hung on a 5.7, onsighted 5.9 offwidth and .10d slab, but retreated off a sport route, flashed a V5, but got bouted by V3. I whine about the approach to the Smith backside, but getting to and from Stuart wasn't too bad. Hope that clears things up for prospective partners.

I really like cider.

I never noticed that you only had eight toes... Happy belated b-day -

And NASA's going to slam a spacecraft into a comet. Yeeehawww!

From Songs of Innocence and Experience, William Blake Chimney-Sweeper When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said, 'Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.' And so he was quiet, and that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight! - That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black. And by came an angel, who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins, and set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind: And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke, and we rose in the dark, And got with our bags and our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm: So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. The Tiger Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Johnny Cash's 'God, Love, Murder" is a good retrospective, as is Willie Nelson's 'Classic and Unreleased' - a good warts-and-all collection, including a couple of early demos during his time as a DJ in Vancouver/Portland. I'm also partial to Gram Parsons - (GP/Grievous Angel) (see also the Flying Burrito Brothers and the Byrds) - very influential on 'country-rock' (e.g. the Eagles), but also introduced us to Emmylou Harris. Died at 27 of an OD - his road manager stole the body and cremated it somewhere in JTree according to Parson's wishes. Oh yeah, Hank Sr. and Hank III - skip Hank Jr.

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One must be cautious of anything that dangles near Leicester.

About to drag bottom...

Spirit posts one year on Mars Not bad for a 90-day planned life expectancy.

Butternut Squash

Ha! Hugh Hefner Jenna Jameson Paulina Porzikova ... Paul Robeson Dennis Quaid Andy Garcia

Moody Bluegrass

And while you are contemplating your speed-ascent of Everest, remember, no nookie at basecamp.

Gifts still in transit from the folks, however, the big gift was a set of Noritake dishes - I guess the folks gave up holding out for marriage.

Live, from the Sunda Plate, which brought you that 1883 #1 hit, Krakatoa. USGS assessment

"Susanville" The Vandals With 800 pounds on 18 wheels After 800 miles you know how it feels To have your rear so numb you gotta poke it To see if it's still there Well it's one more load to one more town Only problem is they're all starting to sound a bit similar Lord knows they all look the same So I got some hot coffee in Furnace Creek But the trouble is I was never neat and I spilled it And my map and phonebook were a blur But I had a girl and a job to do Or was that job and a girl to do? I don't know - I had to go and my velvet interior was a soggy mess I think I got a girl named Mary down in Susanville Waitin' for me to come home and make her my wife I know I got a load of somethin' goin' to somewhereville But I can't remember which to save to save my life With a load to Mr. Johnson in Watsoville Or is that a load to Mr. Watson in Johnsonville? Well, anyway, after several days I don't know what or if it mattered Just a load of placer to Cedarville, or a load of cedar to Placerville Or a container full of things up to Diamond Springs for an indoor swapmeet Is that a cargo of hay south to Northfork, Some plastic forks north to Hayfork, Or a bunch of men's nugget watches straight through to Pixley, Or Apple Jacks down to Fall River Mills or honor snacks up to Downieville? Well, the white girls are cute that I've met in Blackbutte, But I'll stick to the road and finish my beer and coffee Now I am marrying Jan from Susanville Or am I suing Jane from Mary'sville? Cause if I am I better call Ernie my attorney from Burney Falls Well, all I know is if I recall- She had the longest legs and she was kinda tall And prettier than a catfish With its nose up against the dam Without a girl and some time to kill I ran some baby food to Gerberville And took some airplane parts to Wilbur in Oreville Now that can't be Wright Well it's one more load one more town Only problem is they're all startin' to sound a bit similar Lord knows they all look the same

Yeah, but the couch is here in Seattle. Don't know how much good it wll do you.

CascadeClimbers meet MC Hawking