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i am the empty hand

since when did black women breast-feed their babies?

that kid looks ready for the dulfersitz!

wait, the ukraine is ruled by a descendant of alderan?

how'd i get the reputation of being the village stoner? man, it's been damn near a decade since i expanded my mind and stuff... as a sidebar, does the word "experiment" in conjunction with drug use piss anyone else off? that word, to my mind, draws up images of guys in lab-coats and clipboards and test-tubes and what not - not these guys (though they kinda got the coat thing down):

you can have my poles when you pry them from my cold, sweaty hands! poles add miles to my endurance and infinitely expand my enjoyment of stupid slogging sessions

and yet somehow your race produces such delicate ballerinas! curious...

that's awesome you should be familiar w/ the difficulties of explaining mystical experiences to heathens! in our case, clearly being incapable of driving, we ended up spending the rest of the day lounging aroudn mountain streams that had dried up over the summer into a series of tidal-like pools, each chock full a universe of critters - even w/ the 10 eyes we had between us, it wasn't until almost an hour had passed that we noticed the legions of camoflouged crawdads scuttling along the bottom. jesus drank the bong water, i have no doubt...

didn't carter, who i know you love to hate, ask americans to do exactly that in the in 70s, albeit in much pansier language? i've already cited the malaise speech in a thread on cc.com in the past. the words (take away the goofy peanut farmer smile and southern delivery) and the dude was right. but hey a stopped clock is correct twice a day. just happy to see you're enlightened enough to admit it now if we could jsut find a way to run cars on bullshit, between politicians and sprayer we'd be just fine...

didn't carter, who i know you love to hate, ask americans to do exactly that in the in 70s, albeit in much pansier language?

X2 - and not moderate for a wanker like me! ah, but how about this for a secretive smiff gem - the mines of moria!

it takes a sharp photographic skill-set like joshk's in order to render me palatable to the naked eye!

joshk's n' me's TR of the saharan index traverse has got a # of index pix in it my favorite captures the "how the fuck do we get off this thing again" moment after the clouds had rolled in... wierd - looking back at the tr, a bunch of pix from my gallery, taken much later, have somehow found their way into the index one?

i remember a trip me and a bunch of friends did in the blue ridge mtns back east in a similiar state - about 2 hrs in a massive thunderstorm rattled the hell out of us, and we ended up hiking in a strait line for the next half day, completly convinced we were walking in a circles, but eventually emerging into the parking lot on the far end of our section only to realize, "holy shit! we're supposed to DRIVE now?"

they're to remind dru what avatar he needs to respond with - duh!

maybe he was just overwrought at the recent demise of poor doc hoffman?

i agree - the pain at the pump compells conservation and, as you say, drives innovation

Here's how we'll be paying for the rebates...

5 pages ain't shit - come now john, tell us of your opinions on: a. smoking in the muir hut b. evolution vs evilution c. christianity d. obama vs. billary vs mccain e. titanium sporks f. coke vs pepsi and of course g. bolting n' sport climbing if you can't generate 20 more pages you are merely a "moderate" sprayer

sweet - now if they can just get cracking on that cold fusion thing next...

a line from stephen king's short story "survivor type" in which a morphine-addicted doctor, stranded on a desert island, resorts to auto-cannibalism: "if you are what you eat, then i haven't changed a bit!"

odd - where then? liberty ridge? kautz? and if you were doing an alpine start, why weren't you up at 3 am anyhow? sounds like the dude was just being your friendly alarmclock! i only sleep at muir when i'm armed - so i can be me w/ impunity...

wait - i thought you were a honkey?

back for another shot on the west face aid route?

was it carrots for everybody, the .10 to the left of the big tree that's right against the wall (there was an old shirt there up till last weekend)? saw a big rock scar there last thursday. i don't know that it's freeze/thaw - just that the rock at ozone is oft questionable - most of the trad lines there are damn heady given the block, craptacular nature of what the pro's resting on - i felt giblets and gravy in my drawers the other day when doing kevbone's methrage - the climbings not all that hard, but the possibilty of a tragedy as a result of a fall palpable...