ivan

that doesn't seem a hard circle to square - it's practically impossible to achieve unanimity on any issue, so it has to be reserved for the most extreme of decisions, no? the main thing that annoys me about our system is that a majority can say you should be in charge, but, if you don't hold the congress too, it doesn't matter in the least, b/c you can't do anything (including so basic a thing as fill a vacancy in a public court, let alone enact a policy agenda you actually ran on)

do you have tim olson's 4th edition of portland rock climbs? he's got good hand-drawn topos on pg 194-5 - i'm basically a knuckle-dragging luddite so i can't really improve on what's there - i could scan and email them if you like (it seems a bit rude for me to post publicly a book he gave me for just being me) are you still in seattle? stone soup's great this spring time of year - holy fucking jeebus, i think we broke 70 today and the late afternoon in particular is the magic time of day to cruise up this thing...

wanting good government w/o having to pay for it is as american as...as 'merican as...as...

so...how would garland have voted one must wonder?

no bolts to the left of stone soup and nothing to right for about 30 yards until you hit pink's route (starts in a small cave - has 2-3 bolts than thin n' skittery gear to the big tree) plenty of room to put in some ground up routes between those 2 climbs - gotta get me a drill and go rescue my hammer off the side of tower rock

3/26 - day 6 - spring breaks big upon the land - breezy clouds n' bright sun - a right sound sleep-in - wine n' pizza for breakfast, than a side-saddle into the gorge under glorious skies - crisp n' cold - spent some time scrambling 'round the ozone n' enjoying da wedder, then busted eastwards more to beacon - aid-soloed stone soup n' had a prime time of it, binging on, of all things, katy perry

the golden age of no holds barred nut-jobbery round here is surely shit itself n' shuffled on... were are the snowdens of yesteryear?

that about sums it up for me....

march: the way of the knife: the CIA, a secret army, and a war at the ends of the earth by mark mazzetti - hard to read a history of a secret war w/o a bit of a derision, but a damn-fine book nonetheless and plenty of source notes n' such for you fancy book-learned types - central premise: in the wake of 9-11, the military has increasingly sought to build up its spying capacities, subverting the official intelligence agency (cia) while simultaneously the cia has sought to expand it's military capacities (undermining the defense department along the way) other central points: pakistan also is riven by numerous intelligence agencies w/ military capacities, such that it can fairly be described as being actively for and against us at the same time somali is so fucking batshit even AQ could't implant there due to confusion and suspicion somali proverb: "me and somali against the world me and my clan against somalia me and my family against my clan me and my brother against my family me against my brother" i loved sorkin's "charlie wilson's war," yet this shows you the dark other side of what that looks like the age-old conundrum - what really is war and how best is it pursued? can democracy survive in the face of eternal secretive stife? the long-ships (red-orm) by frans bengtsson (translated by michael meyer) - holy jeebus, if you liked "the vikings" series, you gotta read this - first read 1/2 of it years ago on a road trip to zion but was rudely interuppted on the way back and couldn't finish it in time before being dumped in a drunken sandy heap on my doorstep - christ, save me from the Shaved Men

doesn't seem to matter who ole'boy nominates though, does it?

there are, as i imagine you know, no constitutional requirements for a supreme court judge, beyond the president and the senate agreeing to the appointment obama's cv is certainly as worthy at this point in his life as thurgood marshall's when he joined the court - there have been other justices over the years less qualified for sure...

would love to see obama as a judge, especially if it was thurgood marshall's old seat he took after thomas choked on a big-ball of irony

kenyans ain't allowed on the court, dood.

w/ ggk gone i'm constantly going to be forgetting to lick my own sack

3/2 - day 4 - the k-19 konked out saturday just at the parking lot ledge n' we ran out of day and had to leave all the gear hanging on the wall - ya'll bitches lost out on a treasure trove of scary worn-out trash we raced out amid squalls n' rain-storms, me simultaneously sucking down beer n' butts n' changing clothes - was an easy romp up the route w/ the gear all pre-placed - strong winds n' steady rain at times but all went well prime time for putting up some more routes on this small patch of available wall...

2 nights in 1 day is 2 many

september 1, 1939 too soon?

funny, mine's trying to get me to buy a car right now - but....don't cars kill even more people than guns?

2/27 - day 3 - stone soup in the sopping wet - sausage n' eggs n' a leisurely breakfast - 'nastia at tad past 10 - streaming water on the sides of the machine on the way out - the k-19 in classic form, fresh off a cardiac arrest for christ's sake?

i think the walrus pretty much nailed it [video:youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozq5PcqPQFA

nah - nobody sets up the nose expecting to get arrested - maybe to stand in line for hours on end and stand in puddles of dried piss n' haggle w/ fucking foreigners, sure, but not have to fiddle w/ barney the tool christ, i don't care who's right, really - i just am looking forward to finally spending a day tomorrow doing something adventurous....

kinda reminds me of getting led off the grounds of the national capitol by stern-faced secret-security types a little more than a year after 9/11 for climbign the lower deck of the building...

i wish i'd done something as cool as this....

gonna be hanging in the drizzle most of tomorrow w/ the k-19 on stone soup - would dig on some company - where better to learn to jug, aid-climb or follow an aid-pitch - bring a lawn chair, a golf umbrella n' some mulled wine or other stimulating beverage, eh?

holy shit, bill (o)reilly died?