ivan

living the dream, devushka, and just the day after i was up there!

Yes, me too, Steve... "wise sir, do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than 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"

lord knows march madness looked phaaaat

google "sarcasm"

yup (off route while doing a circuit hike in shenendoah n.p. and wandered into a veeeeery pissed off hunter pouring weapons out of every nook n'cranny), and i wouldn't be surprised if me having had a gun then wouldn't have made the whole scene much more intense and more likely to have gone badly (as it was i was extra polite and inquired into the shortest possible path off his property - i was young then - how many young guys are MORE polite when they're packing?)

yes, that states should be able to have militias how excited do you think slave-owners like washington and jefferson would have been to see the firepower of whole 18th-century regiments in the hands of singular citizens today? madness, they'd say - fucksakes, half the reason they wanted strong militias was to have the capacity to put down uppity common folks...

indeed, that pillar on illumination was looking phat and blue on friday!

fucking :cry:baby!

mt slesse, looking down the ne buttress

crevasse spelunking, mt baker

el cap meadow from the tangerine trip, yosemite

brand new shoes after 2 weeks of yosemite big wall'n

spaceshot, zion np

dukasis looks way gheyer, too - a pissed off black man w/ a great big-cock-of-death can't help but be authentic

out of whimsical interest, what's the conservative equivalent - rush limbaugh taking a shit n' reading mother jones?

don't think obama needs to be out sporting a shotgun after 4 years of using drones n' dog-knows what else to zap anybody n' everybody on our national shit-list, but okay...

i stole my copy, then promptly gave it away

a fire place that actually draws would be sweet too

2/2 - day #4 - ground hogz day, a swift demise to deadly winter predicted - 'twas the day after a wander up the hood-wand w/ an interesting feller to dispatch the doldrum of the beacon s side closure - ya never stop learning in the mountains, this time 2 Ore-e-gone Snowboard'nBoyz taught me how to inhale green weeds through green apples using nothing more than a glorious bright winter sun and a magnifying glass - a good invention for the stiff breezes off an open glacier - much thanks for them that rock the Van Damme stone soup w/ geoff today - despite the distinct sense of early spring setting in as the Great Hamster foresaw, it was a mort cold and savage breezy - geoff did p1, and i managed to mangle meself on p2 - found a fixed nut at the start of the eyebrow traverse and was hanging out on it for awhile, had just plugged the next cam in when suddenly i was falling - fell/slid into a slab, instinctively grabbing an edge to stop the fall, sheared off the flesh of my pinky-tip and sprung the sprockets in the other fingers' knuckles, then went heads'o'er'tits and continued on down, getting entangled in the rope running up through the gear and ultimately arresting hanging upside down looking straight at the olde boye, who looked frankly startled blood pouring from the flensed n' flapping finger, i wrapped my balaclava about it n' took stock - had a good gut laugh upon recalling that last time i climbed on this side, last spring, i'd ended up in the e.r. too - maybe i'm just not getting the message? geoff was my hero - not only did he finish the pitch, he also figured out how, after 10 minutes, to get my damn knot untied by pounding on it w/ a jug - the big breeze blew itself out as dejected would-be hiking trail ascenders milled about the parking lot and i howled at the sky in mock musical appreciation - the climb done, we went off, each to his saturday night debaucheries and me to keen my wound w/ wanton drunkenness

i celebrated closure day by climbing hood in spectacular sunny conditions - i'll be out to beacon tomorrow

this is WAY more passive-aggressive than even I can do, awesome! I guess Ivan must hate his chill'ns... sometimes, but i like'em enough to taking them w/ me occasionally

god help anybody i ever am to influence, and those that i mighta, i blame instead the ghosts of warren harding, jack keroac n' mobuto sese seku

to stay on theme, sapho juice also works wonders i hear

no bad for producing fine literature like "on the road" neither

one might argue that all people are born russian, and some just evolve past it?