I thought I'd start things off with arguably the sweetest part of Lava: the injuries. Somehow, swinging on the Conway Playground monkeybars, I managed to pull up an entire pad of skin, starting in the palm and stretching all the way under a callous. I stuck it back down and then all this orange puss oozed out, which I thought merited a picture. Anyway, onto the blog proper. This is a place for people who play Lava or Hot Lava, in which the ground and any specified elements of a structure are deemed lava, and require traversal, without contact with said lava. That's right, the same game you played when you were eight. Here you can meet other Lavaers with the same stunted maturity, share stories, techniques, photographs, drawings, short fiction, music, money orders, dating advice, poetry, government secrets, hair-loss remedies, knock knock jokes, and, of course, schedule Lava sessions with locals. I am in Somerville, MA right now and have no friends whatsoever with which to practice my trade. If you're interested, let me know and we'll Lava! It's the whole of my fitness plan at present, so it wouldn't hurt to have some motivation and morale boosts by fellow enthusiasts. And how!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Lavah Hurrah
I thought I'd start things off with arguably the sweetest part of Lava: the injuries. Somehow, swinging on the Conway Playground monkeybars, I managed to pull up an entire pad of skin, starting in the palm and stretching all the way under a callous. I stuck it back down and then all this orange puss oozed out, which I thought merited a picture. Anyway, onto the blog proper. This is a place for people who play Lava or Hot Lava, in which the ground and any specified elements of a structure are deemed lava, and require traversal, without contact with said lava. That's right, the same game you played when you were eight. Here you can meet other Lavaers with the same stunted maturity, share stories, techniques, photographs, drawings, short fiction, music, money orders, dating advice, poetry, government secrets, hair-loss remedies, knock knock jokes, and, of course, schedule Lava sessions with locals. I am in Somerville, MA right now and have no friends whatsoever with which to practice my trade. If you're interested, let me know and we'll Lava! It's the whole of my fitness plan at present, so it wouldn't hurt to have some motivation and morale boosts by fellow enthusiasts. And how!
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Lava is a game of both strenght and grace, a mix of power and style. I fully support this endeavor and hope it succeeds. A small side note: many people play lava but I don't think they call it that...instead they say "see if you can make it to that slide without touching the ground." The event is far more fun if you just imagine everything as burning hot magma either on the ground or in the shape of a tree. Lava on.
I played lava yesterday with one of the Jack boys. We got pretty busted up. At one point I was hanging upside down from a chain and i fell on to my back. Normally it would hurt, but i have been training for wrestling, so i'm getting better at back bumps. But i did die in the lava. Also, my friend Tara calls the game "alligator pit", because she imagines there to be be human eating alligators on the ground. I feel lava to be more dangerous. We both agreed. Gross picture of my hand coming soon.
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