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ArtLung posts tagged with “swimming”


  • Everybody’s going surfing

    Water temperature is 62°F (16.7°C). A very nearly perfect break for me. Next: back to life, back to reality. Also: catch a wave and you’re sitting on top of the world. Related: Charlie don’t surf. However: I bodysurf at the beaches and swim at the cove. This ocean, this coast, this birthright of the citizens…

  • In Brief: Happily

    Last night at LA Flash: Chumby Fest! I had the incredible thing happen, I won a Chumby. It’s cute, and hackable. I will be adoring its cuteness and hacking its hackability when I get some time. Work is busy right now, and I’m enjoying it a great deal. It’s stretched my OO skills in PHP5,…

  • Swimmer’s Ear & Colombia

    So I’ve been swimming regularly and since I’ve not swum (is that right right conjugation?) this much since I was a teenager, I suppose it follows that I might come down with the Swimmer’s Ear that was a hallmark of my summers as a teen. I knew something was wrong Saturday as I was having…

  • The Misc on the Bus Goes Round and Round

    I had gotten in the habit of blogging every weekday for the last few weeks, but broke that streak by not blogging on Friday or subsequently, until this lovely Sunday morning. So, yes. What is to say, exactly? The answer is that there are quite a few random datapoints I could mention. Here are a…


  • I’m proud of my regularity. SWIMMING regularity.

    At 7am this morning at the pool in Camarillo the kid (okay, he’s probably like 18 or 19, but I’ve taken to thinking of anyone I estimate is 30 years or less as a kid) at the desk recommends the frequent pass. I pay $3 a pop to swim there, and with this pass I…

  • Dawn Patrol

    Woke up early this morning and hit the pool early. Dawn Patrol baby! Hehe. I wonder if you know that idiom. Do you? Well let’s let the popup window spewing advertising fest about.com tell you: What is a “dawn patrol?”: For those unfamiliar with the term, “dawn patrol” refers to a surfer’s arrival to the…


  • Weekend Update

    I had some side project-y stuff I wanted to work on, but instead: Saturday I went to the beach, and Sunday we went to Tyler’s two basketball games. I did blog though: about Speed Racer, and about going to the beach, I also uploaded a pile of photos to flickr. This week is going to…


  • Swimming in Malibu

    Water temperatures this weekend are 59 degrees Fahrenheit, according to watchthewater.org. I really wish that site also covered Ventura County. I have to make due with the Nicholas Canyon numbers. I wanted to go to Malibu to lap swim, actually, so I headed out at 10:30am or so. When I got there, however, the pool…


  • So Tired

    So this is me after a slightly longer swim than normal after skipping two days. I wore myself out. I twittered this too, but I’m not sure being immediately sore is the sign of a good workout, or poor form, or overexertion, or not enough warming up, or the gap between times swimming, or just…


  • Beach Time, Not Quite

    It was warm yesterday. I went to the beach late in the day but the water is 56 degrees F. The lifeguard says it doesn’t get into the 60s until June. I now know 56 is too cold for me now, my calves were instantly numb, and not in a good way. Hypothermia is not…

  • “Hi, I’m Joe”

    Four days in a row swimming. Previous days-in-a-row maximum for daily lap-swimming: seven. Day before yesterday I swam for longer, arrived early, and it was quite busy. There was a group of special needs kids doing laps. I waited patiently for an opening as all the other lanes were doubled. I had been nervous about…

  • Hypoxic Training?

    So yesterday I worked a short day, then Leah and I did errands, including more last-phase moving from the old house. At the end of the day, Leah went to a blogger meetup thing in Calabasas, and while she was there I went to the great public pool near there. I swam for longer than…

  • Water is a Balm for my Self

    I’ve been pondering how it is that I can get a mania for swimming when any daily exercise routine I’ve adopted has fallen by the wayside. But I have no trouble getting in the water to swim. Last week I asked my friend Chris, who I’ve now known for 22 years, if it makes sense…


  • The Underwater Boy

    Tuesday morning on the way to Camarillo I was stuck in some traffic: Yesterday morning I went into work early, via PCH, and the overcast was sort of pretty: And this is what I look like after a swim: I think of swimming laps as a bit like methadone. I’m looking forward to the heroin…

  • Ode To Thursday

    Who am I kidding? I don’t want to write an ode. It’s six in the mornin’. Starting early. Having lunch with a good pal I’ve not seen in a few years. This could be fun. Swam yesterday, TWICE. Even shared a lane swimming laps. It was fine. I swam every day in the past 7…

  • And Then…

    So we got a phone call yesterday that we got the house where we’re going to live next. Having this settled (even in the absence of paperwork, which we’ll do today) is a great load off our minds. Once again the wisdom of simply driving around where you want to live and looking for signs…

  • File under: Stepdad Pride, Swimming, Other

    I was radar gunned by the Los Angeles County Sheriff in Malibu on my way to work. Got a pass because I was with the pack. The day is beautiful. The Pacific was blue, shimmering, calm and inviting. If only the water temperature were higher. Ah well, no matter — yesterday I went swimming at…

  • Rock, Zevon, Swimming, Moving

    Some Zevon this morning, from a live recording on the Internet Archive that’s pretty good, which I found via UBM: I can saw a woman in two But you won’t want to look in the box when I’m through I can make love disappear For my next trick I’ll need a volunteer And more Zevon:…