Photo of the Week- Richard Winters

A slight similarity?

Photo of the Week- Pillow Foal

Couldn't' resist posting this one....

Swimmer's Hair

A glimpse of what the hair of most of the guys on my swim team looks like-
(This is my alien brother, Trenton)

Photo of the Week -Inside a Clydedale's Mind

I bet you cost more in vet bills than I do.

"Swimming Is Like A Cloud..."

When speaking with my good- swim team friend, Jasmine, a point of a rather comical quality arose in our conversation. Apparently, at the one swim practice I did not attend, she and my other good friend Sarah had been resting on the wall, thinking of metaphors for swimming. Allow me to give some background on Sarah; She is a tall, reed like girl, with burnished, short amber hair, brown eyes, and the longest limbs you will ever see. Sarah is quite absorbed in her own world, and she is otherwise known as a space kid- she has a very interesting and rather oblivious sense of humor, which makes her all the more funny. I once called her mentally retarded, and she absentmindedly answered yes.....saying that a four hundred meter swim is longer than one consisting of two hundred meters. Anyway, my pathetic attempts of description of Sarah are quite pathetic indeed, and I will leave you to imagine your own version of Sarah.
Anyhow, Jasmine and Sarah sat on the wall after a swim set, and like I stated, were making up metaphors for swimming. Well, finally, Sarah vacantly said "Swimming is like a cloud; you don't move very fast." For Sarah to say this was quite surprising, as Sarah is actually quite fast- I told her at a recent swim meet that she just disappears into the water, like an eel. Her brown eyes widened and she said "I didn't' know anybody saw me swimming at the bottom of the pool when I was supposed to be doing our 100 IM!" I then explained to her that her smooth stroke and very thin body seemed to just evaporate in the water.
Well, this concludes a very boring glimpse into my more tedious life.

Photo of the Week

"He knew by the Streamers that shot so bright,
That spirits were riding the northern light"
Sir Walter Scott ,1802

Here are some photos-

Update

I recently turned thirteen. 3/19/08 :)

Bach Festival- Continuing to the Regionals

Three days ago, I competed in a local Bach Festival- for those of you who do not know what a "festival"for the piano is, I shall explain; You elect which festival you wish to attend (contemporary, jazz, Baroque, Romantic, etc). After this, you find one or two music pieces which are categorized under these musical periods-these pieces usually need to be short, as your performance time is limited to about five minutes. You then go to (usually) a church of some sort and, along with about twenty other students, you perform your music for three judges. These judges choose whether you will proceed to the next level. I did a contemporary festival last year, and the Gold medalists were permitted to perform at the Thousand Oaks Civic Arts Plaza; (I was a Gold medalist- I have no idea how though- I forget an entire movement during the tryouts.) In the Bach Festival I just competed in, I made it to the next level, or the Regionals. The Regionals will take place on May 3rd.

An Introduction.

I suppose I should of course first provide an introduction to myself. As I am only twelve, I of course shall not be the most entertaining, or witty of writer. I do, however, hope to hold your interest for a time at least.
My name is Devin, and I homeschool with my mother and brother; I swim with a competitive swim team called CSA (Conejo Simi Aquatics), which I enjoy immensely. Apart from my swimming, I play the piano as well- I have been doing so for the past eight years. I am mostly drawn to the Romantic Period of music, as the Classical and Baroque are far too mechanical for my mind. While on the subject of music, I should mention that I sing with the Los Robles Children's Choir, which has been invited to sing at Carnegie Hall in June.
Another passionate interest of mine is one which is not, and can not be completed or sought until I reach ninth or tenth grade; I love the air force. I wish to be able to fly not TAC, but SAC, which is bombing missions, I believe. If I were to seek flight in the form of sleek fighter jets I believe I would never be able to pull away and follow the other paths I may find myself on later in my life.
I am very interested, as well, in learning Chinese and Arabic and using those languages to pursue a career as a (CIA) analyst.

I am sure that by now your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, thinking I am a flighty (near) teenager whose dreams and wishes are too big for her head. I assure you, however, as much as is in my power, I shall pursue my ambitions. I hope this leaves you with a brief summary of me, although you may never have cared to hear about me in the first place.