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I always liked that poem as a kid. Used to stay up light at night when the TV stations went off the air to listen to it and watch the jet wingover at the end of it. Then,... kshhhhhhhhh

Doesn't the American way promote a meritocracy? Not a scenario whereby the most sneaky and slimey maneuverers attempt to outflank someone based upon fallacy and deceit. That's not the American way really is it? We would all like to believe that TAW is based on a meritocracy. But pull off the fahq'n blinders, man! What you are witnessing is Corporate America at it's finest (read: sleaziest). You are not seeing anything new. I've been canned twice in the last 15 years. Both times it was because I was talking honestly with the client and the Company didn't like that. I fought an honest fight, with right on my side, but Management will ALWAYS side with Management. At least the last time I got canned, they canned my manager 5 minutes before they canned me. I was right in the middle of my "victory dance" when they walked into my office... But hey, I got to collect unemployment for 6 months the first time and climb everyday, and the second time they hired me back the same day they canned me as a Contract Employee at 3.5 times my previous salary. Made more in a week than it took me a month to make just an hour before! Rode that boat for two weeks, completed the project, cashed out my sick/vacation pay, got a 2-week severance package, and full use of my office, phone, fax, and computer for two weeks to find a new job. It's the American Way. Ride the Wave...

Call me crazy, but... It's the American Way???

Kind of like the Italian's "Dio boia!" ? It kinda means holy shit, but the literal translation means something much more like "God The Executioner"...

I didn't think it was beer, it was clear from some of the sites found that it was vodka-esque. Further searching brought forward such links as some sort of online combat game... aw shit, I don't know. Ich weis nicht genau...

At least as far as lower extremities go, I love the Rambo/Rambo Comp crampons. Got 'em in Banff a couple of years ago after I bent the shit out of the front points of my FootFangs in Johnson Canyon. Talk about hard ice! They do ball up snow easily, so I got some of the rubber anti-ball inserts (tried the homemade recipe, and attachment problems just made it too much work - wasn't worth the $12 to with it.) and now they're just the shizz! Can't say I like their ice axes/tools. I prefer BD tools for my upper extremities. My $0.02

Quick Google search indicates it's either a sports figure or an "adult beverage" (like vodka or something...).

Thanks, Jim. I thought that it was Devil's Tower, but the voluntary closure segment's placement at the end of the whole article could lead one to conclude otherwise, being listed after Washington State closure areas and no mention of what tribe was asking for the voluntary closure... The Yakamas are a PITA to deal with one it comes to climbing around here.

Latest famous quote: "I felt pain, and I coped with it" ...Aron Ralston

Reason #6 alone is enough to tie one!

Ascend the Adam's Glacier or the Adam's Icefall. Both rock, but the icefall rocks more. Descend the NR. Unless of course, you're a masochist, then, by all means, ascend the NR!

Double bowline with half of a double fisherman's (or grapevine, same thing). Since only one strand is being wound around a standing line and threaded back through the windings, it's only a half of a grapevine. Not to be a smarty-pants or anything, Bill.

sage words from Alex

cracked, I'll elaborate, if I may... I indicated that you should consciously look around as you climb. I still maintain that you should do this. It may be that you are having such a good time climbing whatever line you're on that you don't consciously think about what you're doing until it doesn't work anymore. WHile it may be great to feel this way while you're climbing, it may be limiting you. Try this (it worked for me): On the two upper crack pitches of Outer Space at L-worth, I started out jamming with all four limbs in the crack. Then I switched to just hands in the crack and feet on the face/chickenheads. Then switched to feet in teh crack and hands on the face. By the time I ended the upper crack pitch, I had all appendages out of the crack and on the face. It opened my eyes quite a bit, made for more interesting and varied climbing, and the climbing was still quite fun. Try it on the next pitch of whatever climb you lead and see if intentionally varying your techniques doesn't get you out of your current mindset. cheers! Yeah, what specialed says about looking at your feet is GREAT advice. Improved my climbing immensely years ago when I "noticed" I also had feet.

In a simple word, "yes".

Christ! I wouldn't wanna piss her off.

Hooray! Hooray! It's the 8th of May! It's National Outdoor Sex Day! Everybody grab a honey and join in the fun!

"Hey, wach chis!" followed quickly by "Here, hol' mabeer..."

I've used 'em, still use 'em, I call 'em "leavers" also, and that's the only way I use 'em! ...sobo

trask, maybe that was you that shit on the Kautz back in 1990! We were coming up the route just past the dogleg chutes at Camp Hazard, and we noticed a group above us about 600 feet or so. One of them appeared to be taking a crap right on the route. A little while later, as we passed his impromptu shithouse, we couldn't help notice how this guy's bowels were trying to get even with him. He didn't even try to cover it up! We blew by them later, chastised their group for one of their own's behavior, and went on to summit. All seemed well until the descent... As we were descending the route, we desparately tried to remember where the guy's shithouse was, but we could not. All at once, it revealed itself to us in the most inauspicious manner. I was acting as a walking "belay" at the back of the rope (the route had iced up very badly during the day), and I accidentally kicked the pile before I really saw it. The frozen mass skittered down the glacier towards my other two ropemates. Not knowing what else to say to warn them, I yelled "ROCK!" many times. The shit dinnerplate missed the middle man narrowly, and careened toward the point man. He turned around just in time to see the whizzing shitwad slam into the rope just above him, instantly breaking apart and coating the rope with it's unfrozen innards at the contact point. The shitwad splintered into a bazillion pieces, several of which smacked into the point man. Talk about pissed off!! The funny thing about the whole event was, we both eventually ended up hating our point man anyways, and the rope was brand new, and it was his! ...sobo

UE, I back-calculated the value of a hogshead starting with the mileage figure of 0.002 mpg, unaware that it was a rounded value (0.00198 mpg). That's how I got 62.5 gallons/hogshead. Since it work out exactly to 62.50000..., I figured that 's what the value of a hogshead (in US gallons) was. Any other questions?

Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! I give. It's me! But one must ask why you keep reading it...

Ursa Eagle, I know that a rod is 16.5 feet, which is 0.003125 miles. Therefore, in order for Grandpa Simpson's car to get 0.002 mpg, a hogshead must equal 62.5 gallons (US, not Imperial), no? Note that no attention was paid to sig figs, Necro Where on earth did you find such a measure, UE?

Because we're all a bunch of mushroom-munchin', pot-smoking engineering/lab tech geeks!

Well, one of our unit members has a friend in Seattle that knows Eric, and they got to talking, and voila!, we got a commitment from him to do the show. We were looking for someone or something that would have a good crowd draw, material that was already prepared or would be easy to prepare so we could go to ad quickly, and was within the financial ability of our target audience. Eric's show fit the criteria, and was a major reason of why we got him. He asked very little of CWMR in return, which was an extra perk. I know that I'll be attending. I hope some of you all can, too. ...sobo