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Another trick on the wall

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Small is beautiful

Was it a coincidence, but the ski lift alone began shooting as soon as we lifted the hood of the car to pull back from the tables pockets. We close the tailgate and the system is again stopped. It is very unusual in this little station ghost. There are no cars, no people .

There are no turnstiles, there is a case . The ski pass is provided by the same attendant plant. The card seems to be toilet paper, for how much water it absorbs. AIS is prepared to do with the stamp "festive" and obliterated by hand with the pliers as on the old trolley buses than once. Finally, in a burst of altruism, the little man comes out of his box and, one by one, we settled for good on the flash of lace jackets.

There is no water in this locality . That the tap of the one bar, comes from a tank and it is recommended to use sparingly. But today there is so much snow and that is what we, small nomadic hunters of dust, we're here, expertly guided by the figures of Meteomont.

"Freerider wait," we were able to grasp fully, with a little luck, the fleeting moment: the powder that day so we waited. In contrast to large resort renowned, the tracks are kept clear, although it is Sunday. But we will only pass through occasionally to give vent to our urge to slip quietly; around ... Saturday despite the past year, snow is immaculate, beautiful, white, uncut, light, untracked.


will be to slow the flow of a resort on a human scale: no code without a hitch, it will be for the surreal situation where we are: a size of plants that we had forgotten ... one of us, with a subtle hint of cynicism exclaimed: "Scanno this is the future! .
For the record: Scanno failed.

For the rest, no longer knew who we were, where we were because we were! We have traced the improbable, until exhaustion. Has prevailed over our ancestral nature, obsession visceral slopes full of "talcum powder", a murderous famine slipping on the steep that there has cannibalized spirit. The up / down, repeating several times the lines of descent the most exciting was the karma by which we achieved with only 15 Euro a day, Nirvana deeper.

The station is called ...
well, not really come to believe rubbish here! :)

(in photo, the air down, "the business of the carousel ", " most crowded," "Teenager ultraquarantenne )

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The changing climate (and I sclero)

What the bears do not had gone into hibernation you know. Moreover, the effect is clearly of a nature that adapts to changes. Whatever they say, on a positive note . Should alarm the opposite: whether, in this heat, they remained asleep. Why is equally well known that the bears do not have the Max calendar to adorn the den, have no Oregon on the table and certainly do not suffer the garbage truck during REM sleep, wake up the bears quandofacaldo. It is normal!
Sure, a little 'less normal the fact that some samples have wanted to go to' Ursus Park (in their titles!) Thinking maybe plantigrade to find friends with whom to share the insomnia ... and a freestyle session.

Staying on the theme blog: Even fans fuoripistaioli, freeriders and ski mountaineers show a stunning adaptation to changing climate. "There are skiers." Well, it's weird? Rather than bother me today, our Apennines, see carve the stones. The human animal, fortunately suits and mountain biking, climbing or windsurfing as it is, something always manages to pull out of the hat. Darwin has taught us anything or not?

to certain publications, the effect is more alarming because of . And because of premature flowering, snowdrops that are not of that hole and new species of fish under the sea. Body of a thousand whales ( is an expression that I found most relevant but not to blaspheme ), if a fish that likes water hot is normal that I move where I find the mess. And symptoms that nature works, which responds well to change. Second, and not in order of importance, with that which costs the blue fish, a fried mixture of tropical do not see it so bad. The cause

, sometimes we must remember, is the climate change, or better to be clear: are many causes that change the climate .
by man (by that famous apple, man has always a fault) to the infamous Niño, through an exceptional solar activity , everything seems to feed the media of the tam tam prescient of the disaster; 70, 50, 30 years? When will it happen? Is unknown. And if today we
propinano the rough supposed daily anxiety of ice that melt ( aerial view of a fall on an isolated ice, always the same sad scene ), they ... probably the same, only in '73, there alarms on frightening advance of glaciers.

Perhaps there were too used to the seasons marked by excessive regularity. We were lazily resting on the laurels of a rate of precision Swiss winters. We thought of autumn as the Festival of Sanremo, fuck ... arrives on time even if no one likes it!
Perhaps they are right, climatologists psychics and scientists of the apocalypse, but I do not care that much. Whatever happens, global warming or not, in December 2012 ... all die.

(photo: the climate change ". via snowboardplanet )

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There is a television commercials from a few days ago to talk about himself: A
benzivendolo a cuddle already bored customer aboard a Fiat 500. Yawn ... and the likely end up doing raver workaholic company, along with its museum piece, to other motorists in hibernation.
" Catch a boatload of attention" is the slogan of the voiceover above the final sweet melody of a music box.

Nothing strange, if not for the fact that the "cinquino" feeds under the bonnet and above has never had fuel doors on the rear fender.

ranks of scholars and wise men of the Italian automotive history make a show of their culture prepininfarina highlighting the error. Flocks of maniacs Errors TV prance the remarkable discovery was deemed chronologically blown Strip. Swarms of butterflies in the superficial / chic are laughing in respect of the authors of the spot.

None of this. There is premeditation: Markenting Viral , so long as we speak, just as I am doing.

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St. Elmo's Fire

never wished anyone to be aware of this phenomenon in the same way I came across it by accident. And while an initial analysis of the facts, in total light-headedness, I would not have even been able, not having the strength to believe all 'happened.
began to realize only after I learned still later, in one of my reading tours, isolating the event and name recognition of "St. Elmo's Fire."

no peaks and rugged wilderness, no rash adventures or reckless actions, not hazardous and reckless, not high altitude ... The episode, which dates back a few years ago, as a small theater runs Abruzzo only 1600 meters above sea level. "On the track," one might say, where a man forces his security random, made up of rules, turnstiles, to track trapped, snow control, barriers, nets, fences and signs. Where then, is believed to be protected by the safety of slopes grossly misleading "urbanized".

For the first time on myself, the absolute saggiai human weakness in the face of natural events that would at least define powerful reductive ... :

- The sun's rays bouncing off the snow-white tennis balls when I and two friends there riders approach to thread the hook, lift pass between the legs, nothing was to imagine what it was going to do. Eight minutes, so the time needed to cover the 800-meter long facility. We could not complete it that suddenly we were surrounded by white clouds that came quickly from the bottom like thick smoke. Within seconds, the visibility was compromised to the point of not being able to see or the friend who preceded me nor the other that followed me.

few more meters and Aeolus would also lashed out at us, hitting with gusts raging. We were short in the midst of the storm, when we saw hardly a warning, "Alt, disengaged."
we communicated screaming, so was the howling of the wind, snaking between cables and pylons, made us feel even smaller and insignificant.
I was the only one with the mask, the other wore sunglasses classic, not really appropriate to ensure adequate protection of the elements of the moment, so I said, but ... I shouted to them that I would have paid to make way and guide us in this chaos of opalescence white glimmer confused. In

shimmer increasingly chaotic in which my view s'arrendeva powerless to perceive direction and slope could not do that a few meters, I guess. Firm, and finally found the static equilibrium, I turned to look for them, but ... behind me, nothing. Black back and white front, white everywhere.
advantage of my lenses had been sealed clearly too fast, I cried so their names a few times, but received no other answer that was to damn Gunbad which seems to bring with them the voices of spirits away.

Only, I decided to continue relying on the fact that at least they were together. Floated wandering into a painful white universe, whose stars emit sparks that spread that it was not known whether generated by the thin snow lifted by the wind, or more properly by inherent limitations of the iris. At that juncture, while the tip of my snowboard was facing what seemed to slide downhill, and while I thought, I felt a light, delicate touch on the tip of the hat. "Here they are, the bastards," I thought, believing that one of them I was playing a trick, but once ... still nothing. Incredulous
walked back slowly realizing later, a renewed contact of some kind of object or entity on the top of the head. The sensanzione was to have received only a sort of pinching the fabric of my hat, as if someone tried to remove it from the top. I started to shake his right hand repeatedly on the tip of the hat compartment in order to drive something that did not know the exact nature. Probably, I was more like un'apicoltore attacked by his insects to a snowboarder, so the gesture was confused, but the point is that I did not understand what the hell was going on and the chaos caused by the situation does not help me Of course not! Until ... taking advantage of a short and sudden lack of wind in my ears could hear a crackling sound unmistakably loud and clear from the ceiling, just above my head.

Now Zeus was to hurl his anger! I imagined that the blue electrical discharge continued to buzz over my head. Instinctively I crouched, bent his knees almost touching his butt on the table, while she continued to move in a direction not well defined. The crackling came and went but I seem to pursue mercilessly and in a desperate attempt to hide, to escape all'inusitato, crossed my hands over his head as if to replace my limbs to the action of a providential insulation.

in the unusual position I assumed, I fell once, maybe two ... I do not remember. But I remember clearly that at that juncture, the most secret recesses of my gray matter, materialized the harrowing image of a charred corpse. A scene that I had the misfortune to watch a few years earlier, a victim of a traffic accident that shocked me a lot. I remembered her head blackened and smoking among those little flames still scattered on the roadway and out of the window, that wrist really more like a brand on which shone, now incongruously, a gold bracelet.

lost track of time, still do not know if I was chasing for second or minutes, the electric shock seemed to be endowed with intelligence, to the extent that we found him in the midst of so much space. He felt the haunting tickling the scalp, right in the middle of the skull. Serves no purpose it messed up my restless legs.

I thought I would die, ending up as the man burned the highway. And maybe because I went close soon after, the huge electric storage found in the air vent simultaneously releasing a blinding flash and a deafening roar at the very least. It was the final blow. The absolute synchrony lightning-thunder, the fact that I had not one, miserable fraction of a second between the two, made me realize that I was right there in the middle of the party. I beat the fast track I was still lost and wonder ... Yes, actually I was wonderfully surprised to be still alive and well after that bang on mother earth.

of charm, in a totally surreal, what followed was silence, eerie silence. My ears still whistling for the violence, but it was difficult to hear, after a brief pilgrimage, that "dleng dleng" typical of the lifts. I followed him, trying not to lose that weak continuous noise coming from the far right. The sound of the lift was my Ariadne's thread. The dark shape of a pylon first materialized in the mist like a mirage, if it were in a movie I would have called his appearance a crossfade, unexpected to the point of intimidating. From there it was easy to reach the refuge a little further down.

The hut was filled with frightened people, each recounting his experience. In my silence, standing in the crowd, with his chin resting on his hands now held vertically the table, I tried to listen to all steal information and right to the left. Someone in the grip of panic, desperately seeking someone's friend, a girl, in particular, narrated by mimicking how long his hair had straightened to the sky even before the inferno was unleashed.

My friends arrived shortly thereafter. Disoriented, losing too had fallen off the refuge. The dismay was even printed on their faces.
Scoffing all the sun shines again as if nothing had happened.

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The secret

Majella: there is a big secret among the rocky gorges. A narrow hole forces on all fours towards the unspeakable. Neither a signal or sign; sinter the show is the prerogative of a few (?), Elected the word lucky.

There is silence inside, there's silence outside. But they are two different silences. That the cave is muffled, out of time and space, interrupted only by a drop falling at regular intervals; a different dimension that seems ignore the passing of the hands. With little in respectful silence, we forget it's raining outside or if it's sunny, if it is morning or afternoon, if it is winter or summer. (But the latter's' if 'we are not sure ... not even out of January 7 and we got into the T-Shirt!)

"Beautiful you'?" - I say just come out - "But ... I recommend not to tell anyone."