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I ended up doing a Remorse finish to Outer Space at the end of a 3-in-a-day a few years back because of a major traffic jam at the base of pitch 5. Angling up and right from the bottom of the Shield, fairly easy climbing got us to a ledge where we saw a couple of bolts heading up and back left. The moves were thin and dirty, as were the bolts. The pitch ended at the start of 4th class terrain that traversed up and over to the top of Outer Space. Adventure climbing at it's finest. The name is apropriate.

become a fountain of flavor burp borscht chew the cud churn some sputter clean the backs of my teeth commit esophagus abuse decorate the sink do some ab crunches the hard way do some supermodel push-ups feed some baby birds gargle the organic way give the ants some mana from heaven give the janitor something to sprinkle sawdust on give my intestines the day off have a Roman after-dinner mint have premature diarrhea impersonate a gargoyle impersonate The Fly lick the lumps lose faith in the digestive system make a pea-and-carrot kaleidoscope make room for seconds make some Ethiopian cookie dough make some modern art in the bathroom marinade my tongue mix a batch of Appalachian pancake batter open the cudgates pickle my gums reconstitute some soup in the toilet reverse the food flow sample my stomach contents serve some California stew set out some gooey potpourri set out the roach buffet show up late for the hunger strike sing the Argentinian national anthem spit bits starve my tapeworm taste the creamy goodness tryout for the gymnastics team unload some vitamins use the chunky mouthwash yodel yogurt

Nobody walks in LA.

Your friend is correct. The azimuth notation is the direction from which the wind is coming. Wind direction of 0 degrees is wind coming from the north. 90 degrees is coming from the east. 180 from the south. 270 from the west.

I'm no expert, but I am in the same age range. I have found that the increased vascular dilation from riding a bike or running for 10-15 minutes beforehand makes a difference for me.

How much of a fucktard are you?

Biggest turnout ever at the one I attended. 3 for Kerry, 1 each for Dean and Edwards from my precinct.

No, I had a partner, but he kind of disappeared on me while I was head down in the muck.

While diving a PBM-4 wreck in the south end of Lake Washington at about 75 feet, I stuck most of my body into the forward hatch that accesses the nose turret and the passage through the forward bulkhead to the galley. (The plane was lying on it's back so orientation was screwy.) I moved down into the nose turret to see if I could feel the 30 caliber gun that was supposed to be there. The silt immediately put the visibility at pitch black. After mucking aroung for a bit, I decided the gun wasn't there and started to back out. My 1st stage (behind my head) hung up on something, so I moved forward and tried again. Still stuck, I kept at it, each time moving slightly to one side or the other trying to bypass what was hanging me up. I couldn't see my gauges because I didn't have a light to charge up the phosphoresence, so I had no idea how much air I had. When the breaths started taking effort, I knew I was going to have to ditch my tank and try an emergency ascent without it. Fighting panic, I hit the shoulder buckle, then the waist buckle and shrugged out of the staps. Backing out with the regulator still in my mouth, I took one more long, labored pull and took the 2nd stage out of my mouth. As I backed out into the light, I gave one last tug on my regulator hose and damn if the system didn't come free. I put the 2nd stage back in my mouth, tucked the tank under my arm and headed for the surface. I don't do wreck penetrations anymore. PBM flying boat

From what angle are you looking? On an unrelated note, what is between the electron shell and the nucleus of of an atom?

Take the test to learn your fate I have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. I have betrayed reason at the behest of my appetite for pleasure, and so here I am doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in my fate.

"The flight deck was bucking like little Cindy ridin' Major Johnson. Junior just eased her around, dropped gear and then the flaps and "eeek" a 3 pointer with the sweetest little tail hook you eber saw. Man, was I proud of the little sumbitch. Didn't he look mighty sweet in that flight suit? Karl sure knows how to pose 'em. "

erf: The bark of a cleft-palleted chihuahua

Is that the one that starts out with Ellen Barkin writhing around naked in the mud at the edge of a river?

I've labored long and hard for bread -- For honor and for riches -- But on my corns too long you've tred, You fine-haired sons of bitches. -Black Bart

Interesting. Could you point me to the data on that? necro is a school teacher. So am I And mainstreaming isn't teaching to the lowest common denominator, though I assume there are teachers out there who will do that because of a) a lack of understanding or b) a lack of concern of how to teach across a variety of abilities and learning styles in a single classroom. If you have your shit together (as most teachers do), all students, from the high end kids to the special needs kids can be challenged by the same teacher in the same classroom. The WASL and NCLB are where the trend is going, and it isn't toward teaching to the lowest common denominator.

Interesting. Could you point me to the data on that?

Not Cascades, but the crux mantle on the DNB on Middle Cathedral is the hardest 10b I've ever been on. Also, pitch 11 isn't 5.6 (steep, flared, polished runout chimney)by modern standards.

The vertigo-inducing pitch out of the monkeys mouth on the Pioneer route in the dead of winter?

"If you love Trask, set him free.... if he comes back to you he is yours... if he doesn't he never was." that is quite amusing!

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