Water Temp: 65
Air Temp: 65, Dramatic skies, brisk chilly breeze (hey it blew away the bugs) (TTL: "I think 'breeze' might be under selling it a bit."
Waves: Aggressive two-foot chop from NE
Clarity: Pretty good considering the chop
Kru, wetsuit: Showgirl, Lydia the Tatooed Lady, Lt. MJ, Hollywood, Serious Athlete
Kru, skin: Fyn, Sunny Luna Laguna, Dragonfly, Moondaug
Next Swims: Monday-Friday 6am & 6pm
Reminder: Shipwreck Swim and Shorewood Men's Club BBQ on Saturday, post your request for chicken vs ribs in the comments by Wednesday, 5 p.m.
Much grumbling regarding the chop.
Hollywood: "This isn't what I was promised."
Showgirl: "Worst swim ever" noting a "mean slap in the face" from the waves. Also: "I feel the word "chop" understates the situation that we faced this morning."
Lt. MJ: "It's like the Lake is an old man telling me to get off his lawn!"
Sunny Luna: "Sometimes I'm up for the Adventure of the Chop. Other times I'm like, mehhhh...!"
Showgirl and TTL battled through to the snowy peaks of Mt. Jackass, the rest of us took shorter swims (Moondaug unknown.) By the time we finished, there were whitecaps.
Photos could not capture the elusive essence of the chop.
Ah, and yet. Forwarding this poem from Linda the Lamprey (spiritual shore support):
For Klode Crew Swimmers
If ever you fear it’s never enough our strokes overlap and our hearts maintain form
so don’t be lonely you won’t be ignored
your pace is steadfast and your feelings mean more
than you perceive
then you can believe
and as I remember the first times we all met
I’ll never forget the message that was sent
that all swimmers matter and we stick together
an infinity of ripples, forever and ever.
13 comments:
Get your reservations in soon. Deadline for reservations is 5:00 on Wednesday, if you want to buy from me.
I'll take a chicken.
Wait wait, are we going to ignore the majesty of the moment in which Linda sends us all a poem in favor of Kahuna shilling for chicken dinner ticket sales? This can't be! James Weldon Johnson had a thing or two to say about that:
Art v. Trade, by James Weldon Johnson
Trade, Trade versus Art,
Brain, Brain versus Heart;
Oh, the earthiness of these hard-hearted times,
When clinking dollars, and jingling dimes,
Drown all the finer music of the soul.
Life as an Octopus with but this creed,
That all the world was made to serve his greed;
Trade has spread out his mighty myriad claw,
And drawn into his foul polluted maw,
The brightest and the best,
Well nigh,
Has he drained dry,
The sacred fount of Truth;
And if, forsooth,
He has left yet some struggling streams from it to go,
He has contaminated so their flow,
That Truth, scarce is it true.
Poor Art with struggling gasp,
Lies strangled, dying in his mighty grasp;
He locks his grimy fingers ’bout her snowy throat so tender.
Is there no power to rescue her, protect, defend her?
Shall Art be left to perish?
Shall all the images her shrines cherish
Be left to this iconoclast, to vulgar Trade?
Oh, that mankind had less of Brain and more of Heart,
Oh, that the world had less of Trade and more of Art;
Then would there be less grinding down the poor,
Then would men learn to love each other more;
For Trade stalks like a giant through the land,
Bearing aloft the rich in his high hand,
While down beneath his mighty ponderous tread,
He crushes those who cry for daily bread.
(Also buy some chicken or rib dinner tickets from Kahuna. He's a good guy.)
As much as I'm impressed by Linda's and Mike's poems, do we wanna paddle up that creek? If we do, how long before the Cap'n is composin' ana postin' sea shanties, or poems regarding unusual men from Nantucket?
We definitely want to avoid Cap'n composed limericks and sea shanties. AS for consonantal syzygy, ima try and avoid saying that for the balance of my career. Now trochaic trimeter, on the other hand...
There was a man from Nantucket, who loved a good chic in a bucket, by doing his part, he won many a heart, with a flock of chicks in a bucket.
OK, I have Moondaug down for a chix tix, and Dragonfly down for one of each. Other reservations?
Ribs please!
Linda & Serious, I have you down for a rib each, and Showgirl, down for two chixs. THANKS ALL.
Does the shill come w/ coleslaw?
Remember, if you make a ticket reservation with me today, you save $2 per Chicken Dinner Tix.
Slaw OR potato salad as I recall!
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