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the 19th century through the 29 crash was the age of unregulated capitalism like today. Financial regulations were put in place to prevent boom-bust cycles of speculation, which was successful until these same regulations were dismantled by the new age robber barons. yes, you are missing the dotcom bubble crash in 2001. ah yes, how could i forget the dotcom thang - paid for no small number of nice things for me, thanks to my investing father so, to make a comparision, what is the time period in our enlghtened history when we had sane regulations? 1930-1980? several recessions in that period, i recall, though that's not exactly what we're talking about.

They are certainly more frequent than in the post-Depression era preceding the global financial liberalization and deregulation! more frequent now? uh...hell no - here's wikipedia's list: Panic of 1796–1797 Panic of 1819 Panic of 1825 Panic of 1826 Panic of 1837 Panic of 1857 Panic of 1866 Panic of 1873 Panic of 1884 Panic of 1890 Panic of 1893 Panic of 1896 pretty shocking regularity of course - looks like the typical 40 year old then would have lived through more than a half dozen in his time, whereas i only recall 2 in my own (the savings and loan bullshit of the late eighties and the recent shitstorm - am i missign somethign?) more severe? harder to judge or measure as times are different and the whole "fighting forest fires makes the eventual forest fire you can't stop a true disaster" idea

thought you were going to china old boy? wanna go cave crawling tomorrow or early next week?

Kenny is pissed. Joesph is an asshole. Yer gonna die. The end. When do you leave for the valley? need some fresh blood in here - the characters are becoming caricatures of themselves inshahallhah, ben and i leave next friday, assuming i can fight the urge to go out and bash meself in more before then - think ben's near having a stroke right about now - ha! open invite to anyone wanting to have a party on the swiss ledges friday night - going up there w/ mike for an evenign of chuckles...

poverty and hardtimes are the ancient engines that spurred the greek people to colonizing the med and generally getting alltogether the fuck out of greece doesn't sound like much has changed over the past 3000 years? maybe they should take out another mortgage on the parthanon?

lotta long posts in here - can someone give me the cliff-notes? i'll also accept someone coming over to my house to play nurse to my fucked up foot and feed me the medicine that will make me forget i'm blowing a 3 day adventure window

you mean its The Interwebs?

"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"

still call them "booty flavor chips" in honor a long-dead homey who coined the phrase

they're a dime a dozen and local news usually has a fresh supply of pony-loaf to pick over in the brief intervals between weather reports and bad jokes by the mcpeople mc'ing the whole thing

hardly...sure wish index wasn't 170-some odd goddamn miles away...

canadians tend to take the vaporizer concept waaaay too seriously

mike and i had the joint to ourselves today - quite 'skeetery - that climb of yours bill to the left of the headwall (sweet tits?) seems to be missing the pins i recalled it sported, plus as blackberries growing like mad all over it) - fell like a dipshit on the upper part of day of atonement and smacked my heel right nice and ended up hobbling out - nice to see a 00 hold its own generally, the blackberries seem to be raging over a lot of the once clean wall - reckon ozone just doesn't have those bastards quite so prolifically? the headwall didn't appear to have been climbed in a good while - lot of the ledgelets had full on dirt w/ root-masses grown back in hardly a place worth rowing about - you can do damn near everything worth messing w/ in a day - best crag in the pdx area for little kids i think, provided you do the east side trail

wait, where's the epic?! ya'll cruised!

historically, have the greeks ever had their shit straight longer than the amount of time it took to crush a pack of smokes and a bottle of ouzo? for fuckups though, they sure have some great food...

i thought the local injuns first called it "whitemanwankerwall?"

sounds like the only solution is dissolving all social programs, insituting a flat tax, and bringing back the Black Death & human slavery?

"he refused all medical assistance and instead ordered another drink" to irish bar-fights w/ big-booty bitches in tow!

will report back this afternoon - hoping to enchain the entire swedish bikini-team along the way, all of whom will be top-roping while licking ice-cream cones

saw the broken glass from last weekend, but no tweekers present - the hobo camping scene Down By The River was tits though!

Trip: Index Kardz - Davis Holed Me While In His Loving Arms Date: 6/13/2011 Trip Report: The Auold Rare Times - wife n' obligations Back EAst for a 6 week spell - fucking work still for a week! - but come the weekend me n' the powderhoudn Lived Like Kings! up, horrid-hungover, of an 8 on saturday by the phone - bryan far worse than my humble self, greyed out he was w/ tales of titty-clubs n' the special benefits of a pdx-lifestyle - our plans for an early start at an end, we Stayed On Target and Bent Space, smoke-full n' boozy-style, to index by 2 and dispatched the classics - city park, then godzilla and retard children - did i mention this was old boy's index cherry, popped nice n' clean? not too many trips w/ bryan, yet each has yield a fun odd image - this'un was in olypia - a truck loaded to the ballz w/ pot plants - apparently he didn't speak The Common Tongue as we frantically tried to wave him over holy shit, a fine night ensued Down By The River - river beer fridge - shotguns n' shenanigans down by the banks w/ super-sweet salmon n' special smokes the sweet sounds of the river ran through my head all the live-long day, yielding long sleep n' counterpointing all the fine head-shit a man must dispense w/ to love life [video:youtube] fire n' fornications of a different sort [video:youtube] lackadaisical start - who the fuck can awake w/ the roar of a river in his head? the sun was insistent of course, and so before noon we were up for breakfast and a river-session - grits n' butter n' bacon n' a pot-full of coffee - we parked in sludge n' stumbled up the steeps to the upper wall i dispatched the first pitch n' less-than-fine-style but good enough - then the 'hund got his life-wish - leading every pitch of a 5-come classic w/o complaint from his supplicant! here he is condemned on the 1st real pitch years back w/ The Layton we'd grown discourged here, but today it was sorted straight and it was done soon enough further up - a wild ride requires you to step right off the start up the rare-rock and pull the roof, then head left good times at start of the loving arms i grew momentarily discouraged when my Hero and Rope-gun flew apart at the sight of this pretentious predator on the variation to pitch 4 such a climb - cracks that don't quit - edges begging pulling - chalk-marks to the edge of creation - pro that appears on command it would seem - i sought for the final pitch, but for my clean soul i was pardoned a fine cap to the day - many raps - wine n' pbr at the base in a gentle drip - smokes n' steep descents - wife-talks n' a long ride home - tucking into the pillow at seatac and holy shit, suddenly i'm awaked at my fucking doorstep? byran, a rope gun and car driver par excellent!

shhhhhhh....its still a secret. hardly.... and wait until the new portland area climbs book comes out. done happened already! musta seen my name spelling 4 different ways n' everything

june trip report, my summer flowers - used to do it for the Love of the Spray - now it's all about weed money - sigh... so updates count, right? 2 years after taking on the original line up beacon w/ kenny (holy shit, only 2 years? that was our first climb and it seems i've known him longer...), on a tired thursday, miker n' meself wandered out to the bacon-wand - jimmy o had to show up 5 minutes after us of course - took a lap on his climb beside the spike route, as olson's named it aptly - nice reckon you can link the 1st 2 pitches, but why? here's mike near the anchor atop pitch 1 - jesus, NOT easy, if for no other reason it seems always to be coated in the powdered residue of a winters worth of seep n' slime - unimaginable when wet, fun when dry let mike have the 2nd short pitch to the big anchor by the tree - great views of our new adventure, though could stand some improving - here's mike well near the top of 3, hands on spikes, near the beginning of the poison oak endless scramble following on the spikes - jim found a new one not too far off the ground while we were climbing just below the anchor - that goddamn bush on the left sucks - genuinely curious to know how those old timers managed to wang these bitches in w/o pitching off - gnarly cunts they were! the project - sure, looks casual, but the lower tree hides the fact the whole giant clean slab is really a massive block that, like everything round there, will be down there in the forest soon enough

where's harry pi when you need him?