ivan

i am the only person currently teaching my subject is it technically possible to have a 1-man PLC, and if so, will it make me go blind eventually?

if i hear the words "rubric" or "scale" one more time today, THERE WILL BE BLOOD!!! just kidding, NSA-fellers

do we need photographic evidence to carry on a conversation about the utility of the experiment or not - discuss

if i've said it once, i've said it a thousand times: "teamwork is the vital beating heart of PLC, bitches"

SNAFU or SOSFU?

i thought it was just basic biliousness?

sorry, i'm too goddamn busy figuring out how the RTI can improve my TPEP by augmenting my PLC, possibly by relying on the CEA, largly through altering the CBA if this shit don't work, i'm SOL and will need to take it up w/ the BUM

bitter be the damned, embalmed in their base hate better they rise and die as the flashing meteor abates batter down the bricks, each edged in the mortar of my mangled state bother, such a bother, so i lie in my earthern crate your vision, my fashion your's wends while mine winds the heart of the sun, these poison passions hatred between us all, each in kind and time

aLl YoUr CrAg$ 2 B3lOnG 2 u$!!!

meh. them sylvan slavs' tortured souls render even the most mellow bivy a hellishly introspective horror-show - might as well put up camp on something sharp n' prickle and have reason for the hate

this thread suddenly got a helluva lot more interesting

career ending? fred beckey's older than henry ford n' still climbing - you ain't contemplating jumping off the chief, are ya?

it's easy to sleep if you don't give a fuck about being alive

yet another beautiful bright blue meteorite streaming towards alpa-centauri, but ya gotta lay off "splitter" n' "shredding" or run the savage-risk of getting lumped in w/ that john muir word-mangler i think i speak for the group when i commend ye for yer exploits and wish you god-speed in serving us up some more

9/20 - deo XXXIX - II laps for XIV towards XXX for the season, half-way bitzes, even as september sags sadly towards fall - the leaves on the wing, the thick lead sky-cloud ever lower towards dusk - fat gray raindrops on the windshield on the way-back - bunches of them bastard elk down the crick, bugling all the damn evening - jim n'an old-time vantucky friend round the base - kenny and a right curious feller from way-back east on the corner - a quick blow-by for the first lap, then a pause and some great goddamn gut laughs w/ them on the ledge - tales from the land of way-ago - pickens n' roanaoke n' hickory n' fucking appalachia 'n general discussed upon winter is coming

i know that, if you have anything beyond a day-pack on, you WILL get hassled and asked for an overnight permit if you're on the stuart lake trail 'round business hours - a soul-foul of funk and a bottle-full of gin in you helps finagle the conversation for sure

b/c they know what happens when you go pig-wrassling?

for better or worse, expecting a climber to be enthusiastic about increased ranger presence in the hills is pretty much like asking a republican to get stoked about a whole bunch of new taxes most people go to the woods precisely to get away from society, it's bad-noises and its rules, no?

9/18 -#38 - full-moonlight ascent of the corner w/ geoff - the weather god's relented after gray and damp all week - a full cast of clowns in addition to ourselves, their leader did a helen-keller style ascent of cruising to start lovely night - calm - the high moon on the river, the ripples hypnotic

i still can't understand how you fellars lost the cold war

easy - somebody else's - that way i don't have to worry about replacing it every coupla months

in russia, mountain climbs YOU

kind words, surely, but, if i've had little but negative experiences w/ climbing rangers in the past, why should i be happy to hear there's soon to be more in my backyard? i want to like everybody n' anybody, but guns n' the power to fuck folks over for damn near anything makes that awful hard

"wise sir do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark"