trail talk going down the tubes!

“LMMFAO!!!

\"I can guarantee one thing, you\'re not going to smell better after a walk in the woods! Go winter backpacking or long distance trekking and you can expect to ruin some underwear at the very least. The combination of trail chow, less than adequate bathroom facilities and the befouling nature of backpacking all contribute to an inevitable bacon stripe on the skivvies.\"

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“Classic example of TT thread degredation. Keep it up guys.”

“Let's go check backpacker.snob and see if ENS has logged in over there yet. LOL!”

“What about BOBOs (BOurgeois BOhemians)?

"Bobos, or bourgeois bohemians, are, to put it bluntly, the new establishment. Bill Clinton is a bobo. So is anyone else who has the income and power that only fat old men in oil paintings used to have, but who also has the mores, personal tastes, and culture of a 60's radical college student.

"Brooks describes in great detail the bobo lifestyle, which one can visualize most easily by thinking of its characteristic locales: Greenwich Village, NY; Berkeley, CA; Boulder, CO; Cambridge, MA; Georgetown, DC; Austin, TX; Portland, OR; Seattle, WA; Santa Fe, NM; Ann Arbor, MI; Madison, WI; Athens, GA; Wilmington, NC; Missoula, MT; Burlington, VT; Princeton, NJ, South Beach, FL. This is the world of cappuccino and Volvos, Sierra Club memberships and private schools. Bobos love to live in places that have artiness as their mythical identity but seven-figure real estate prices as their reality. Brooks calls these latte towns or neighborhoods.

"The essence of the bobo lifestyle is being rich while pretending you're not. Bobos love luxury as much as anyone else with five senses, but because they have been educated in a leftist critique of it, they would suffer damage to their self-image if they openly and honestly imbibed it. Therefore their lives are a peculiar dance, whose subtle application of abstract rules to everyday life would boggle the mind of an ultra-Orthodox Jew, in which they seek to indulge luxury in ways that somehow, according to the bobo code, don't count.

They employ a number of strategies to this end. For example, the cult of the Absurdly Expensive Ordinary Object, in which the bobo pays $75 for a gardening trowel or $3.50 for a cup of coffee. The first item escapes the stigma of yuppie materialism, which bobos despise, because gardening is a) environmentalist and b) manual labor, and the second because it is only a cup of coffee, after all, and therefore cannot possibly constitute a luxury. Another strategy can be called the Magical Power of Progressive Association: anything, however luxurious, that is somehow associated with progressive politics is thereby purified of the despised taint of consumerism. Thus the fattiest ice-cream on the market, Ben & Jerry's, survives this usual bobo no-no (they are usually health nuts who eat whole-grain bread) by donating a portion of its profits to approved leftist causes. There is also the Magical Power of Primitive Cultures and other magical powers associated with sports, art, wilderness, tools, and other things. Tools are especially valuable because they enable bobos to play at manual labor and thereby deny their class status. None of this comes cheap. As the author says, "A person who follows these precepts can dispose of up to $4-$5 million annually in a manner that demonstrates how little he or she cares about material things."

"Bobos extend this pseudo-modesty to their social relationships. They talk about the nannies and servants they frequently have as if they are close personal friends and it is merely an odd quirk that these servants have to commute two hours each way from the slums of L.A. to the bobo's house near the beach. Because they love to appropriate peasant clothing like clogs and the Latin American poncho, they are the first ruling class in history to aspire to dress like its servants. But of course bobos would never dream of dressing like the real American working class, in polyester pantsuits, designer jeans, and big hair, because then they would run the risk of resembling a lower social class that they could actually be mistaken for. They only posture at belonging to proletariats that are sufficiently foreign or archaic that no one could make this error. Similarly, they love to decorate with old farm implements and industrial artifacts, but would never dream of doing their office to look like a real contemporary working-class environment like the inside of a McDonalds. "

http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/ReadArticle.asp?ID=1247

Too bad TT has been infiltrated by yuppies. I guess the TT Old Guard were "professional" backpackers who all had Patagonia sponsorships so they could spend months at a time trekking in Bhutan?”

“Yikes, Jacksonville is well on it's way to being a major BOBO haven.”

“1. Sacco - How's your horse today? Say hello for me, please.

2. You all crap, probably once or twice a day! so what's the problem if some fall-out ends up on TT?

3.

Competition -

Posting of bag-nights is not a competitive thing. It simply shows, in a way, your interest. It can serve as a stimulus to others to get out there, for some, perhaps, for the first time.

I recently tried out a little sort routine and posted two bag-night lists, alphabetically, and by the number of nights. I had already decided to limit periodic updates to just the alphabetic listing until around the end of the year. I am not trying to encourage competition. We all have limitations on how much we are able to do and how much we want to do.

4. My daughter is in serious condition in the hospital. I have posted about it on a gossip thread. It is backpacking related. It has already effected my backpacking plans. I cancelled my plan for a 3-day trip and may have to cancel plans for backpacking during March, April and May. Future plans may have to considerate other changes in our lifes.

5. So where is the line between backpacking related posts and non-backpacking related posts? Who gives a crap?

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“I love backpacking and all the things involved. I hate my morning job. TT helps me get through the boringness of it. I will talk about backpacking, dating, music, and whatever else seems interesting at the moment. I dont care if there is dumb useless chatter on this board. If I chose not to read/post, then that is my perogative.

Oh great, now I have Bobby Brown stuck in my head. LOL!”

“nowslimmer - which one? we have two :)

(though one technically a pony)”

“embear, you hate just your morning job?

how many jobs do you have?”

“I have 2. Boring crap in the mornings, and then I run my own business in the afternoon/evenings.”

“sacco - Both.”

“nowslimmer - you got it.

embear- interesting. more details por favor. what kinda bidness you got?”

“piano teaching bidness.”

“that's pretty cool. how many students you got?”

“right now bout 25”

“crap, that's alot

how long you been teachin?

do enjoy it, or are they snot-nose-bratty-yuppy kids who get on your nerves?

and also, do you smack their hands with a ruler when they mess up?”

“Twig, I am all-knowing, and you know this”

“I wish we'd get 50 posts so that damn bacon strip disappears, LOL...”

“been teaching about 5 years now. I love it.

They are all snot-nose-bratty-yuppy kids but they have all have pretty good manners.

Their knuckles get so swollen cause they mess up all the time. LOL.”

“Ah ha! that explains a lot, ENS!

=D”

“bacon strip begone!”

“Embear has a Bidet?”

“bacon strip begone I say!”

“back in to the laundry hamper of hell with you!”

“Out! Out, vile bacon strip!”

“LOL...

bad bacon strip!”

“In the name of the eggs, the OJ and the hashbrowns begone I say!”

“Close... yet so far away...”

“Can homie get an AMEN!”

“Can you feel the power of breakfast working in this thread?”

“We gonna pray the bacon away!
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“And Lo, the bacon was VILE in Twigeaters sight!”

“piano teaching bidness


embear, at least with piano's its not hard to get them to sit still, even the three legged variety, but what do piano's need to learn?”

“And Twigeater sayeth "Bacon, thou offendeth mine eye."”

“And the bacon sayeth to twigeater "Pack sand for I am the other white meat"”

“errr, brown meat”

“You mean you are trying to get rid of this? (looks innocently at twigeater)

”

“Brother Hyway seeth the truth.
Indeed Bacon is the great deciever.”

“and I had bacon for breakfast!”

“See how bacon hath corrupted the very soul of techntrek?”

“Bacon be gone!
Bacon be gone!
”

“That right twigeater you show that bacon whose boss!”

“Say it brothas and sistas”

“LMAO!”

“We don't want no nasty bacon!”

“We don't want no skidded drawas!”

“I say begone bacon!”