Swimming

The Art of Drowning: Vimeo

Directed by Diego Maclean. Poem by Billy Collins.

Those who know me know how important to me swimming is to me. I guess I will have got off to a good start as a toddler by spending a few years in Singapore, lots of time at the beach. They say you can’t, but I forgot how to swim. We subsequently lived back in my country of birth, Northern Ireland and, from what I remember the beach at Magilligan Point wasn’t a great place to swim.

When I did re-enter water it was Coleraine Swimming Baths aged seven or so: I leapt in the pool and realised that I no longer knew how to swim. For what seemed an eternity I sunk to the bottom of the deep end, repeatedly bouncing up, unable to shout I gasped for air and returned to the bottom. Eventually the two lifeguards who were engrossed in conversation a few feet away realised I wasn’t arseing around and pulled me out.

At seven there wasn’t too much to flash before my eyes.

I now swim lengths without breath, I swim well, very well. Sometimes though I worry that there still isn’t enough to flash before my eyes and more disturbingly I worry that I have spent a life bouncing off the bottom. The truth is that there is a very fine line between swimming and drowning, a mistimed gulp of water can catch even the most experienced swimmer out. You don’t need me to drag the metaphor out I’m sure.

Energy

Energy seems to have totally left me to be replaced by “full body ache”.

I came close to getting a little Mac Mini earlier today but backed out. it was a neat little old thing and probably would have done the job. All I need is something to work as an FTP server which to be honest I don’t really need. The old Digital Audio is doing the job but is annoyingly noisy. The Mini came with some potentially useful little bits, Bluetooth keyboard & mouse etc. Anyway it didn’t happen.

A friend phoned up out of the blue with a PC failure. I don’t really ‘do’ PC’s but fortunately her’s seemed to  be on the way to rewinding itself to the point when  it went naughty on her. If only all life were as easy.

I seem to be suffering a bit of a more you know – less you know moment.

(Yesterday has turned into today, soon to be tomorrow).
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