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[harold aka bamba...]

GMan, may go backcountry skiing w/John Mowat tomorrow. I'm @ work till 6:15 Sat. Work # 741-5777 if your interested. Off work Sun thru Fri for weekday runs, interested in your new access point. Up river for the day(maybe night as well) on Mon. New # upriver is 822-1010.

[One Gear Guy]

I'm looking forward to hearing GMan's nasty-neighbors story (and seeing the reopened trail).

[Solocoyote]

OGG I'm interested too.

[harold aka bamba...]

Old man and me did a Pisgah this morning. Most of Reverse Stark Reality for me. Yoda did a modified version. Finished in a light snow squall. Not pretty (seems like I say that alot lately) but we were out there and thats all that matters to me anymore. Waiting for Ginger to tell stories about having his house full of Amazon women from Fresno State @ his house Fri night.

[Ginger]

So, my sister and her husband and my other sister fly into town Thursday afternoon to root for their daughter (Chelsea) who is playing Lacrosse for Fresno. Chelsea played 4 years of college soccer (Houston, then Fresno). She had a 5th year of eligibility and the Lacrosse coach offered her a full package to stay on and play spring Lacrosse. It's the first year for the program. Title 9 requirements caught Fresno deficient and they needed to get some more women sports going. So they are a very green team. Chelsea had never played Lacrosse before!

A few days before the game, Chelsea's Mom (Janice, my sister) tells me she was thinking of asking the team over for dinner after the game. I said "No problem", thinking it's a 5-6 person team and we might have 10-12 kids over. My other sister counted 46 people that night. We BBQed chicken and flank steak, baked potatoes, pasta, bread, salad and pie. There was not a lot left over.

The girls amazed me. The game was like pairing up a young high school team with a top division college team - they got spanked! They were quiet but not somber when they arrived, they slowly warmed up to the evening (they didn't get to our house until 10:00pm) and by midnight the place was alive with loud, happy, fun loving college girls - and then the coach said it was time to head to the barn. Half of them gave us hugs when they left.

As the huge charter bus pulled off into the darkness, I thought how easy it would have been to think that was too much work and decline the opportunity. I'm so glad we accepted the offer and reaped the rewards.

With each succesive year I appreciate more and more how short and sweet life is (at least the part that plays out here on Earth).

I think I'm developing a sweet tooth..............

[Solocoyote]

Very Cool Ginger!!! Love that stuff, sounds like you guys are the ultimate hosts...

I had a good "Solo" Sunday Mecca Run. Tried out my new Garmin Forerunner (awesome). Exactly 3 miles to Pre's Rock and 4 miles to the top of Hendricks Hill. I did the Coyoda/Harold loop of the back side and down to the track. Ends up being 9.56 miles to my house. I pulled a JRun and added 0.44. 1:17 time with a 521 foot elevation gain to the top of the hill...did I say this thing is cool.

[One Gear Guy]

That is the coolest, most Stark-ravin' story I've heard in a long time. Way to go!

[Coyoda]

Only hardy souls need apply. FMP Tues night.......
7:30 pm summit. See you there. p

[Ginger]

So, here's another story (much more humbling, bordering on humiliating). But hey, before I start,let me say how I'm diggin' Solo's groovy stat rich entry! Maybe a new moniker for the bloke ought to be "Data". All I can say is I can hardly wait for my next run with Satellite Sam!

Now for tonight's bedtime story.
Two geezers, I mean cool old guys, were plodding around a lake in the Cascade foothills. They had three questions rolling around their masterful minds:
- Why am I running so slow?
- Should I drink that tequila being offered by those two homeless guys in that car?
- Where is that rabbit?
Over 2 1/2 hours later, the plodding was over and they pondered:
- Why did I run so slow?
- Good thing those homeless guys had tequila
- That rabbit is one sweet......well that story will have to wait for another night (tonight's story is PG)

Yoda and Ginger celebrate their accomplishment with a spot of kickapoo joy juice and start the drive back to town. About time Ginger turns the key, there they are on "Ph" street (time warps when mixed with one part endorphin, two parts pain and one slice humble pie). Ginger yells "see ya at Maryanne's party!", Yoda mumbles something about domestic consensus.

The afternoon was a bad case of deficit spending lacking anykind of serious stimulus package. Ginger bootlegged a couple of low interest beers and went out to boost the economy (with the Blondie).

Maryanne answered the door in one of those "little black dresses" every woman needs (and every guy wants to....oh wait, PG). I shared my depressed physiological economy and Maryanne (professional hydrologist) recommended a highly regarded recovery liquid - quinine. Next thing I know, I'm humming something about Aunt Jemima and gin & tonics start flowing like syrup.

Blondies and black dresses, dance music and sparkly balls (you know what I mean), and the night rolled on. Stimulus package or not, I was going to juice this economy.

Late that night I find myself at home, quick e-mail check confirms Yoda's decision to lay low. Ginger, feeling his oats (or juniper berries in this case), whips off a quick e-mail, shamelessly sharing his energetic prowess. Next morning, in an e-mail reply, Yoda respectfully acknowledges Ginger's youthful demonstration.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's humble edition:
"Saturday Night Fever or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

[Chaseryote]

Now that is genuine Stark reality........reads like a dime novel......hmmm what about that Jim?....a Coyote novel.....

[Coyoda]

"You'll feel that in the morning" Colby said after
a .9 second tuck and roll on a benign stretch of the power line road descent last night. Nah said I.
So it took a minute this morning to figure out (remember) where this knot on my shoulder came from. OH. That.
The juice really works well. p

[Solocoyote]

The "knot" on your shoulder couldn't have had anything to do with the rock you landed on! I hate to say I told you so...nah...I love to tell you I told you so!

[Ginger]

So, in honor of the late Paul Harvey, here is "the rest of the story". The other side of that youthful hubris coin. The one that Ginger was flippin' off his thumb last night, like Nick Danger might do under a street light with Betty Joe Bialoski on his arm.

So Disco Daddy was feeling the pungent rush of junipers and letting his deep well of vanity flow like an artesian spring. In Azerbaijan they would immediately spot that as an "evil eye". The thin branch on the tall tree, the tall stack of bicycle cards, the thin ice on a late season lake where one should not venture. Because it invites a plunge into the cold waters of reality! Ancient cultures are smart enough to know this. Young (fifty something) westerners must be taught this lesson over and over.

Tonight I ran a continuous 5 miles for the first time since Fall Creek, without getting a calf cramp. I knew I shouldn't have danced in heels..............

Remember the first time,
someone took you
for a run around the block?
How about that first taste
of twenty six
oh, so sweet
and hot as a fever
Light headed we ventured
beyond greek mythology
Ultra beauty
alluring Aphrodite
I love this path
the glorious pain
where my young mind
Lifts from the mundane

[Chaseryote]

Well, I rest my case. Starks ravings as OGG calls them, appear to be genius, but he neglected one character..... Lana the lamer.....where was she? Perhaps lurking in the shadows, beyond geek mythology, the alluring, Aphrodite Ant-Ultra Goddess. Was she really who she said she was? Did she have the power to cast a calf into sputtering spasms or was it all more mundane then that? Perhaps not, as she was allowing him to continue.......around the block.
He wondered, "how can a house stand without a foundation? Without a calf, how can one moo? And how does one, when filled with music, "muscle orchestra playing" (as Oliver Sacks calls it), the musicality of the body, with this playing, with this musicality of motion, become the music?".............."YOU are the music while the music lasts", says Harvey. "A creature of muscle, motion, and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other- except for the unstrung part of you, that little calf that precipitates so much pain, that poor, broken instrument which can not join in"..............has rendered you Stark motionlessness, mute without tone or tune."
Ahh, but naught, he's back..... returns to sweet insanity, immaturity, and freedom of the block, the hills, the adventures of his inner boy.............his wrapped tattoo. Lana, the lamer is no longer lurking in the low lights.
Today the sun will shine.........the shifting shadows, shattered and shunned.

[One Gear Guy]

Dude, you're freakin' me out.

[Ginger]

Lana! My lyrical oracle! It is ALL about music!

I have been marinating my brain in the juices of the Robert Plant/Allison Kraus CD. There's stuff on there for whatever ails ya. Like the first cut "Rich Woman" with the refrain "You've got the money, I've got the honey". Blondie knows the tune = :-{D>

But Lana knows how to take me "round the block". The tune's called "Nothin'" and it slips down your spine, like an epideural from the devil. Plant delivers a hypodermic full of dulled ecstacy while he moans the pain of a junky left with "nothin'". My healing rose like a bovine phoenix from that hypodermic hell. The Hendrix like guitar work was enough to push the demons from my fibers. Over and over I heard the moan, while flippin' one foot past the next. Not one muscle fiber dared to challenge that cry from the deep.

Chaser's pen and his muse, Lana, are truly mightier than the sword. Beware the unprotected pocket.

[Solocoyote]

I'll be in Portland Saturday and won't be doing any Mainline running...have fun.

[Solocoyote]

Thought I sould do some electronic housekeeping. I'm not an expert on website blogging, but I believe that JimmyJim's dialogues are technically blogs and that maybe we should keep the site a little more user friendly by posting messages like those as blogs. Then for example Chaser would have responded directly to the blog and so on. I think the wall is best suited for shorter messages, for example this one from Coyoda:
"Leaving F St 7:15 for Steele Mainline and points beyond. How many points to be determined."
Or this one from Harold:
"Solocoyote is my hero. The meaning of my life is to emulate him in all facets."

Just some of my thoughts though, please post any thoughts to this...

[Solocoyote]

Also, I really enjoy the blogs like Coyodas, JimmyJims, etc and think it's a lot of fun to read those...

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