It’s been eight years. I’m still shocked and disappointed.
Unbelievably, 8 years have gone by. RIP my darling boy. pic.twitter.com/Uc9uZAQPC6
— Susan Swartz (@beadmomsw) January 11, 2021
I rolled over this morning stressed out about Gabrielle and the situation as is typical these days. I pulled up Google+ on my iPhone to distract myself. I read some very sad news — Aaron Swartz had completed suicide.
I want to write about how this news has affected me. Words fail though — I’m not, after all, a master at words the way Aaron was. He inspired me. I always wished I could be him, and I always suspected that eventually our paths would cross and we would become fast friends. His death has really affected me deeply.
I am not nearly as smart or eloquent and I suppose I am glad not to have been in his situation but I will miss reading his brilliant writing.
It might seem strange to be sad about the passing of someone you’ve never met. People don’t understand why you care. The friendship was actually just an asynchronous following of his RSS feed, but his writing was one of small selection that were on my highest priority list. If he wrote something, I made a point of reading it. It’s so sad to think there won’t ever be any new posts from Aaron Swartz’s Raw Thought.
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Almost nothing in this world is a sickening to me as the story of an innocent person on death row. Thankfully, this is one case where the decision to kill the wrong person has been reversed.
There was a time change today. Even though the clock says it’s 11:07pm right now, my body feels like it’s 12:07am. If this time change disappoints you, I recommend thinking of it this way: You’re not losing an hour, you’re gaining 23.
I swam a new personal best time for 1000m this afternoon. I did the whole thing in just 16:00. I never swam this fast (for long distances) even when I was with the Pronghorns. I can hardly wait for the alumni meet.
I wish I could say as much for my improvement in French. I’m learning, but it’s been tough.
If the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, what is the road to heaven paved with?