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Oh, now you've done it Luke. I'm going to start writing my letter to the embassy pleading your case right now.

Last Thursday was a very good day. The hand doc declared my torn ring finger tendon to be healing well and gave me the thumbs up to climb and swing a hammer. I picked my daughter up from school and we went down to the gym for my first climbingish play in several months. To cap things off, Dead Moon, one of my favorite bands, was playing in Portland that night for just $5. I blew out of town and made the 100 mile drive to Portland, stopped to pick up the wee bairn at his house, and we booked down to Dante's in Downtown PDX, arriving about 10 minutes before the opening band. Clorox Girls were first up, and turned in a charming set. These cleancut lads were all hopped up like Wire on a triple espresso, and with songs like "Yeah, We Smoke Dope" and "I Need A Blowjob" all delivered in less than a minute and a half per, how can you go wrong? Clorox Girls - Walks The Streets.mp3 Clorox Girls - Don't You Take Your Life.mp3 The Hunches are held together by their rhythm section, the guitarist makes periodic forays into melody, and the vocalist emulates a stiff limbed slobber lipped certifiable neurotic as he tries to explain what's wrong in his world. Honest to pete, he spent half the show singing while curled in the fetal position on the floor of the pit. As Ben said at the end of the set: "Now, that's showmanship." The Hunches - Got Some Hate.mp3 The Hunches - Dance Alone Dead Moon are one of the most venerated bands in Portland, Fred and Toody (guitar and bass) are not only married, but bona fide grandparents. Combined with Andrew on the drums, they're certainly among the ugliest bands I've ever been smitten with, but they're one of the best live acts out there, and this night serves up a prime example of why this band rules. From the first song, the packed mob turns into a surging mass of humanity. Poindexter nerds, careening drunkards, thrashing punk betties, sleeveless flannel shirt ball cap wearers, metrosexual hipsters; a broad cross section of Portland is converted into sweaty wrecks over the course of a very long set. The offspring does me proud, ping ponging through the crowd with abandon. Afterwards, we walk back to the truck leaving vapor contrails behind us in the cool Febuary night. Fuck yeah. Dead Moon - 54-40.mp3 Dead Moon - Black September.mp3 Dead Moon - Walking On My Grave.mp3 Tonight it'll be Romantic Retard Nation and The Gossip in Olympia, then that Wobbly rabble rouser Utah Phillips on Tuesday, followed by I Can Lick Any SOB In The House and The Supersuckers thursday down in PDX again. Music soothes the soggy saturated soul. (Note: right click on the links and save the files to download mp3's of your very own to have and to hold)

Dude, none of the liberal power elite from over here are welcome in that clubhouse, but at least we have DFA, the army of one to serve as our proxy.

Greg, as usual, is an ignorant slut. (gratuitous insult for the sake of satisfying your Jizzyhood). Fascism is about the nature of the State, not the size of it. Fascists are just fine with armed gangs of civilian thugs enforcing their rigid definition of who is acceptable, and it's common knowledge that social conservatives love to jerk off to fantasies of being in charge of their own little death squad, and making lists of who would be their targets. When social conservatives start whining about how liberals are fascists who are stealing their liberty, they usually mean their liberty to abuse, dominate, denigrate, or ride roughshod over people they have deemed undesirable or inferior.

absolute zero.

Sounds great, I'm looking forward to it. SE Ridge on Washington is a wonderful daytrip, and highly recommended.

No, we're going to keep it all here, enshrined and inviolate, so that once you become famous in the pages of Alpinist your fans can come to know the real you a little better.

Well, I think you won't have to worry about Trask, I'm sad to report that he seems to have passed away. Trask's Sad Demise?

twee chumps

Bummer. As noted before, his interview in the last issue of Alpinist was pretty interesting.

No no, I just "know" someone who has that problem.

Stella's right, getting all jumped up to slam some aspect of the sport as invalid is weakass bullshit. I'm no more a boulderer than Dru and "Harry" but that doesn't mean I have no respect for folks who focus on that portion of the mosaic that makes up "climbing" these days. And hey, I know some kickass world class knitters, but I don't want to be a name dropper.

Some call it "Tim"... You're a quick man.

Youngsters take note: Any old fart will tell you, "you're gonna wish you took better care of your teeth."

I was glad to hear last night that my friend was on his way home from there, safe and sound. Sad about the fatalities though. Have I ever mentioned that I like it that the Cascades are low elevation?

you can if it's a fossilized dinosaur turd

they're just helping to make the pie higher, so you can afford to put food on your family.

I had a lump on the inside of my left wrist, near the base of the thumb. Pointy kind of lump, like something poking out, and I could make it more dramatic by bending my wrist. It would go away by rubbing it, but come back. I named it "Ripley" and used it to gross out my 14 year old daughter. I noticed a few weeks ago that Ripley was gone without a trace, I miss her. I've also got some right hand tendon problems, ring and pinky finger, (fucking gym pockets) but I finally get in to see the hand doc next week. It's a little sick, but it is reassuring to hear of everyone else's ailments. At least I don't have whatever it is that ails MisterE.

Star Rainbow Sunshine Yes, I've known folks with those monnikers, not self inflicted but given to them by their parents!

I think Lummox is in the San Diego area, send him a PM

They have more important things to worry about:

Heh, if I recall correctly, in one of your past lives you thought you were a contender...

Oh, oh, bring 'em to Sausagefest!

I don't really care about football, but I must say I love the lisp in Griz' spelling, sounds very Sylvester to me.