When he got in trouble in the ring, [Ali] imagined a door swung open and inside he could see neon, orange, and green lights blinking, and bats blowing trumpets and alligators blowing trombones, and he could hear snakes screaming.  Weird masks and actors’ clothes hung on the wall, and if he stepped across the sill and reached for them, he knew that he was committing himself to destruction.
– George Plimpton

Archive for July, 2007

Boarding @ Mt Hotham

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

Headed up to Mt Hotham over the weekend for a bit of snowboarding. It had been cold and raining in Melbourne all week. They said it was the coldest month on record for Victoria in nine years.

We left on Friday arvo and got to the resort around midnight. 12.37am to be exact. It was a five hour trip and near the start of the trip we had bets on arrival time. The one with the closest time does not have to run around in the snow in their jocks. Somehow I got the exact time. They all wimped out anyway. Wusses!

It was my second time on a snowboard, but I was determined to make the most of it. The skies were cloud free, there was a light breeze and the snow was powdery. Perfect!

So, for two days I tried learning how to carve. All I ended up learning was what pain really meant. By the end of it, I was glad nothing was broken, except maybe my pride. Still feeling the pain till today.

Would I do it again? Is the Pope Catholic?

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