ScottP

History makes me think you hit the proverbial nail on the head...

Yeah, except in 2/4 time.

More like a digital, lilting piece of shit designed to be played on a loop through stadium speakers to mentally drive a perp from a hostage stand-off situation.

The digital song my wife's new washing machine plays as an indicator that the load is washed. I can record and post a few bars if you want.

It's like you never left.

14,4 Foundation fourteenfour is/was the CEO I believe his name is Michael Rowley. http://fourteenfour.org/

Sounds a lot like the high command in some school districts.

You're being a dickhead. (I do it to make this lame forum text more readable.)

great book, nice n' short too - read that right around the time my daughter nearly died of complications of hte swine-flu, sorta set my shit in its proper perspective - i never knew the dust bowl was so lethal to babies - the account of starved horses eating fenceposts protruding from dust mounds was memorable as well I grew up just uphill (foothills of the Temblor Range) from the southern San Joaquin valley of CA. As a kid I endured two, maybe three serious dust storms. Friends and family of mine experienced valley fever, which is pretty obnoxious and tenacious. I seem to have developed a tendency toward bronchitis resulting from a cold that my doc says may be attributed to growing up where I did.

The Worst Hard Times A telling of the cause and effect of a decades long suffer-fest in the dust bowl of middle America. Unbroken Another suffer-fest, caused by, and at the hands of the Japanese, endured by Olympian Louis Lamperini Mother Tongue Bryson's book about the curiosity and complexity of the english language. and I am currently working on A Splintered History of Wood. I'm on the chapter dedicated to half a dozen master woodworkers who happen to be blind.

dfrost, thanks for clearing that up for me.

And one on Liberty Bell.

I was able to see the Ingalls group from the top of some crags we were checking out near Blewett Pass a week or so ago. It was looking pretty bare.

West Ridge?

We found a great grow spot on the way through the woods between the crags. On the descent from the first crag, I could see the summit of the holey one. It almost looked like an anchor with tat was hanging over the big cave face.