John Frieh

Chemists are merely bastardized physicists.

stereoisomer?

Can your good friend go earlier? I *might* be headed that way...

Wildwood trail is 30 miles one way of hills and mud.

Anyone interested in West Ridge of Little T in winter?

Unless of course your gf/wife climbed... then scoring points meant taking her to smith

Yup: conditions, if any, will be thin to none. Yes you can climb both routes minus snow but it is not recommended. I would say take a rock rack and if the NE slab isn't in do the standard route or even better the east face (recommended). If you have your heart set on snow/mixed business and don't mind a drive (at least for people in WA) the standard route on Thielsen can be fun any time of year. Other options include some of the peaks in MRNP (Lane, etc) though be super careful about avy... might not be worth the risk. And in my opinion any weekend in the mtns, even if its just scoping out a route or an approach, beats sitting on the couch (or internet) spraying.

Which route on the tooth? HWY 20 might be still closed. What are you looking for (xx degree snow, WI x, 5.x rock, etc?)?

WADOT

All right bitches... fess up! This is starting to get out of hand... Layton? Iain? Who ever it is don't forget Portland has a petting zoo.

That me free stylin' on the key board (I wish). Post 1 is Immortal Technique off his first album Revolutionary Vol. 1. Immortal makes Rage Against the Machine look soft with his lyrics... he is so politically active that the opening on his second album (Revolutionary Vol 2) is preformed by Mumia Abu-Jamal live from death row. Voted best NY underground MC in 2003. Post 2 is MF DOOM killing it on the Madvillain: Madvillainy album he put out this year on Stones Throw records. MF currently raps under the aliases Viktor Vaughn, King Geedorah, and is in bands KMD, Madvillain (with Madlib doing the beats), MF DOOM/MF Grimm (beats), and a few other side projects. This year alone MF put out 4 albums (MF DOOM: MM FOOD, MF DOOM: MM Leftovers, Viktor Vaugh: Venomous Villain [VV:2] and Madvillain: Madvillainy) ... any one of these tops any mainstream shit out there... past or present. Look for at least 2 of MF's albums in even mainstream critics top 10 lists for the year. If you want a CD copy of either of these (or other stuff) shoot me a pm… I hook ya up sucka!

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold, nice to be old Y2G steed twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and behold Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told Keep your glory, gold and glitter For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!' It's like they know what's 'bout to happen Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain' Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it And can they testify from inner spirit In living, the true gods Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords' And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it It's like the end to the means Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends That's why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos.. Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion (Humming) When he had the mic you don't go next Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex Exercise index won't need Boflex And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cuz he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hessitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto ... capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the corpse, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but he ????? turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cuz he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cuz now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cuz he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cuz god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cuz the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Guess I could start with taking out the 2 gauge prince al...

A different approach: Person A can squat 350 lbs once (their max). Person B can squat 150 lbs once (their max). Person A can therefore do more repetitions than person b at say 50 lbs. Now imagine that 50 lbs is a pack. Person A can hike faster and longer with 50 lbs on their back than person b. The only reason I suggested lean muscle mass is that its strength without the bulk so its impact to your rock specific climbing skills will be minimal.

You kids can count all the calories you want... I would argue the more you weigh (muscle not fat) the more weight you can carry on your back and still be efficient in the mtns... in addition to staying warmer. It’s like giving a 100 lb pack to a 180 lb person and a 130 lb person... the 180 lb person is going to be able to hike faster with that weight. I guess if hard trad/sport is your game cool... enjoy your wheatgrass shake. But if you're chasing alpine, mtneering, or anything that requires an approach I'd say put on all the lean muscle mass you can. Just my 2 fat ass cents.

werd.

What: no one replied to that Criag's list ad?

We actually sort Flash chips at -25 C. Its not the chip... its the batteries most likely.

And if you want to avoid buying 60 12" singles (not that you would):

Just last week

Intel Science Talent Search Awards Scholarships semi finalist. Current plans include completing a Master's. Dating that guy from the motorcycle diaries.

Vegan. Harvard grad.

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