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Me too!

She's a man, baby!

I dunno, you'd meet some choice bosomy aggro wimmin hanging around waiting to chow on congealed yak bung.

Everybody knows that's bullshit. I scoff at your "data" which is obviously manipulated by idealogues with an agenda, and this article on my favorite political web hack's site proves it. You're an elitist ignorant American milktoast redneck Kanadian with nothing better to do than regurgitate the crap you absorb on the liberal right wing media.

Some CD decks will play CD-R but not CD-RW disks. Best of my knowledge, it has to do with how deeply the bits are set into the CD. Re-writable CDs have the lowest "resolution." The CD player in my MIL's car overheated trying to play a CD-R.

WERD. Some fuckers busted my truck window a couple years ago, and when they couldn't get the CD player out, all they took was my Frank Zappa guitar solo CDs. Did they have a party to shut down or something?

Don't know about Bradford Washburn, but how about Branscomb Richmond?

My response is this: you're a lame fuck for trying to hitch bullshit politics to the Thanksgiving holiday. Pretty much the same way it's lame that displaying the flag has been conflated with being a right wing tool. If you can't manage to wish a happy holiday without pushing your political views at the same time, then

I'm left with Carol Mosely Braun and Al Sharpton. Fortunately I have a machine in my living room that tells me who to vote for. I push the button, lights flash, and it gives me the instructions I need to do my part for democracy.

Whenever I start to wonder if my identity is safe, I just pop in the Manny & Lo DVD. It reminds me that practically nobody around me knows or cares if I exist at all. If you enjoy skulking around behind a bunker, fretting about when the shit's gonna come down, then have a ball. But the fact is, we're all just nobodies that don't matter to anyone, and noone wants your secret information.

I always suspected the snaffles were up to something sinister as I rafted past.

No, about half that much, or even less. Changing a diaper is not as bad as everybody makes it out to be. Pretty simple and painless, actually. I'd rather do that then try to give them medicine. Think about how many times you eat per day and how many times you go. The proportion is pretty similar. My daughter shits once or twice a week. Hey, maybe I'd have that ratio if I were still breastfed.

I had an easier time getting out to climb during my wife's pregnancy than before. Maybe she wanted me to get it out of my system; maybe she wanted to be alone to read/think/write/etc. I stuck with situations where cell contact was possible and stayed home during the last 3 weeks. You didn't ask, but I don't recommend drawing big analogies between labor and alpine summit attempts. I thought there were some until I saw what active labor is like. Since I don't dry heave every 10 minutes up a 3 day slog, I didn't have much to contribute from my climbing experiences

Our daughter arrived last May, and I climbed much less often and for much shorter durations last summer. She was needy for those first few months, and despite our plans to avoid the more solipsistic attachment side of the parenting spectrum, it just felt right to be all over the baby. I wouldn't have missed it for anything, and we learned the importance of getting away from the baby for a while. I don't think there are multi-day epics in my near future, but it has sort of formalized the outside time. I wouldn't count on you or your spouse keeping a point of view on anything, but you may communicate a lot better with a kid in the picture. I didn't much like gym climbing before, but now I pull on the plastic a couple time a week or so, and I may actually climb better for it. My second get-rich scheme is the "new father workout," which emphasizes letting all your muscles atrophy to slivers except the biceps, trapezius, quads and pects. That's all a baby really needs from a dad--holding, bouncing, and a couple pillows.

I spent a summer working on the Wind River reservation and crashing either in Lander or Laramie. Socially, Lander struck me as a small scene of worldly types amidst a community of mostly harmless cowboy types. Laramie seemed like the magnet for open minded folks. It's a shame that the town has been conflated with the fucker that killed Matthew Sheppard--Laramie used to feel safe for free-thinking people of any flavor. I doubt it feels quite the same.

Must be all the soup-eaters in Wisconsin. Gotta love 'em--GB is the only town where a candidate with green and yellow signs beats one with red white and blue.

WFMU: same accessibility/indie-cred ratio, deeper playlist.

Bustin' out that chalkbag already, aren't you, you bad boy? Now I see why there are no winter trojan games

this.

I'm trying that to-night!