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swimming from dry land: December 2007

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Swimming from dry land. Monday, December 31, 2007. Things I've learned from 2007 and some pictures from a disposable camera. Insert inspirational quote here). Here are my New Year's Faux/Real-Resolutions (the fun part is figuring out which ones I'm being serious about). Warning: this is an extremely sarcastic post. Those still high on "the Christmas spirit" should stop reading immediately and go trolling for leftover Christmas cookies. Okay, here goes:. 3 Always bet on Red 23 (Thanks, Cole! Here are some...

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swimming from dry land: #5 in a series on Young Adult literature

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Swimming from dry land. Friday, April 4, 2008. 5 in a series on Young Adult literature. With blacked-out teeth, more skull than face, Andy in school uniform, but covered with blood and his handsome face set in a smiling death mask, terrifying in its smoothness and perfection, and a female body, broken and twisted by the force of the sea, which I recognize as myself.". From Tessa Duder's In Lane Three, Alex Archer. April 8, 2008 at 1:06 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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swimming from dry land: Reading Between the Tines

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Swimming from dry land. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Reading Between the Tines. This morning I was reading through a journal called The American Scholar, mainly because I am supposed to be writing a book review about a novel whose main characters are a swimmer and a wrestler, and there is a GREAT article about swimming literature in it. But I digress. As I was reading through the magazine, I found an interesting poem called "It Cannot Be Said For Certain" by Kay Ryan. Matter. At some. To something - say.

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swimming from dry land: Boston

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Swimming from dry land. Saturday, April 12, 2008. At first there is no reason. A vacation in Boston,. No reason to recite lists of dishes. And carefully recorded in your notebook:. No reason to relate a meal devoured. Across from your brother. In a strange but familiar town. You lived in for just two years. He says it like that, just…). You try to forge stories from meals and memories,. And you drag him to that theater. With your name carved in the seat. And the magician’s dirty yellow robe. I really lik...

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swimming from dry land: May 2008

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Swimming from dry land. Tuesday, May 27, 2008. This is a picture of my brother (blue Hawaiian get-up), sister (front row), and me (take a wild guess) with some friends of ours from St. Louis. I put it on here for no other reason than it makes me laugh. Cross-dressing, anyone? Thursday, May 22, 2008. Hope Was Here, And Left When Things Got Stale. I just read Hope Was Here. In closing, the rest of the book is similar to a Hallmark Special. The Hope-isms and insight this 14-year-old delivers are overwro...

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swimming from dry land: November 2007

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Swimming from dry land. Monday, November 26, 2007. It was an accident,. Your average fender bender. With a glacial blue van. That shimmered like fish scales. In the wet intersection. It was like gently bumping. The boy in front of you. At the water fountain line,. Except the boy turns,. Droplets clinging to his snarling lips,. And he is an older man. Wearing a black scarf and a camel coat. Blooming blotchy as his face. What were you thinking. It’s only a week old. I count my husband’s apologies. Mysterio...

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swimming from dry land: Hope Was Here, And Left When Things Got Stale

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Swimming from dry land. Thursday, May 22, 2008. Hope Was Here, And Left When Things Got Stale. Shelly's Self-Indulgent Book Review #1 (in which I make no attempt to really convey the plot or meaning of the novel, but instead write a poorly written and shamelessly meandering rant about the state of young adult novels in general. Also, I don't use but a few quotes to back up my argument, which would then give me a barely passing grade, if one were to think those things important). I just read Hope Was Here.

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swimming from dry land: April 2008

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Swimming from dry land. Saturday, April 12, 2008. At first there is no reason. A vacation in Boston,. No reason to recite lists of dishes. And carefully recorded in your notebook:. No reason to relate a meal devoured. Across from your brother. In a strange but familiar town. You lived in for just two years. He says it like that, just…). You try to forge stories from meals and memories,. And you drag him to that theater. With your name carved in the seat. And the magician’s dirty yellow robe. With blacked...

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swimming from dry land: January 2008

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Swimming from dry land. Friday, January 25, 2008. Shelly's scrumptious skills, and samoas. I think that when you are feeling the slightest bit intimidated, you should make a list of everything you are good at. It makes you feel thankful, no matter what. The best thing about making this list is that you don't ACTUALLY have to be good at the things on the list, you only have to THINK you are. Things I am Good At:. 1 Writing on My Hand. 2 Name That Girl Scout Cookie. 4 Flip Turns (swimming). 9 Creating Inte...