Let me quickly begin this post with a slightly sheepish mea culpa.
Perhaps there is a limit to shameless self-promotion. My hope is that this limit, in my case, is more like an asymptote, something that I continue to come ever closer to without actually crossing.
With that dispensed with, a quick word about USMS blogs in general, and my vlog in specific:
Until I actually started posting my own efforts along these lines, I was vaguely aware that blogs existed. However, I didn't actually look at them. I suspect there are many of you regular thread posters out there who have similar blog-ignoring behaviors.
I would invite you all to take a look. Some of our regulars have blogs that are very helpful and filled with practice info/workouts that you could consider adapting in your own swimming life. Chris Stevenson, for example, is a CERTIFIABLE ex-Olympian who regularly writes about his unbelievably impressive swimming practices. I won't single out any others (besides myself--see below) because there are just too many excellent bloggers out there to mention.
My own vlog offers almost no redeeming and/or implementable information. However, I am convinced that it is one of the Best Places On The Internet Today to Waste A Little Time. (TM)
In today's hustling hecticity, I would argue that people need a distraction from cognitive turmoils and travails. Such a distraction can't be too stimulating, otherwise it simply adds to the stress. But neither can it be so boring and soporific that it puts viewers immediately to sleep, because then it is not really a distraction at all but rather a novelty action hypnotic.
In Vlog the Inhaler, The Occasional Video Musings of Jim Thornton, I try to thread this needle. I try to make the words and videos I post interesting, but not too interesting; funny, but not too funny; watchable, but not too watchable. I aspire, indeed, to the mimic the golden age of trash television, shows like Jake and the Fatman or Lost in Space--comfortably stupid programming that demands little of your exhausted brain, but is just barely interesting enough to keep you from nodding off on the couch!
If you find yourself in such a need state, I invite you to peruse the various blogs -- and mine in particular.
I shall use this thread to update you when new Jim material is present. Such is the case, I might add, right now with today's entry: Swallow.
Former Member
"I aspire, indeed, to the mimic the golden age of trash television, shows like Jake and the Fatman or Lost in Space--comfortably stupid programming that demands little of your exhausted brain, but is just barely interesting enough to keep you from nodding off on the couch!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Keep shooting for the stars.
Mike
A putative masterpiece just posted on the vlog link below. Honestly, it's not just about me. It's about pathetic guys LIKE me, and our numbers are legion.
On this note, no more self-aggrandizement for a while as necessity demands a sabbatical from my calling to the the demands of my livelihood.
Please simply click the link below....
"A man's reach must exceed his grasp, else what are the heavens for?" - Lord Byron
-LBJ
"A woman's breasts must exceed a man's grasp, else what are hands for?" - Lord Jimby in a private communication with Aaron Spelling during which he proposed a remake of Jake and the Fatman for a new generation of viewers hungry for trash tv options. Due to changing standards of public morality since the original show's airing, Jimby proposed the remake feature himself as "Jake" and Pamela Anderson as the highly retooled "Fatman."
Spelling has not yet replied, leading Jimby to wonder if perhaps he missed a death notice somewhere along the line.
Stay tuned.
"I aspire, indeed, to the mimic the golden age of trash television, shows like Jake and the Fatman or Lost in Space--comfortably stupid programming that demands little of your exhausted brain, but is just barely interesting enough to keep you from nodding off on the couch!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Keep shooting for the stars.
Mike
"A man's reach must exceed his grasp, else what are the heavens for?" - Lord Byron
-LBJ