Friday, April 25, 2008


Early this morning, I found out a TCSD member was killed by a shark at a club workout. This is the point in this blog entry where I don't know what else to say.

Feeling like I should carpe the damn diem, I did a 60 min + 35 min brick that went really well. Since I'm horribly de-trained I'd like to chalk it up to muscle memory, but I think it was a sense of life's urgency.

Feeling like I should carpe some more damn diem, my mom and I went to Starbucks. I worked on a story about the building of a clothes closet, and she read a fabulous book (Aloft by Chang-Rae Lee). Because my mom spent so much time on various word translations at Starbucks, I want to record them here:

Spanish: conejo
Italian: coniglio
(Muchas gracias pro el hombre en Starbucks para ayuda!)

Angstrom: a unit of length equal to 0.1 nanometre


Renee Thompson said...

Michelle, I read about that shark attack in yesterday's paper. My husband (who loves to snorkel and SCUBA dive) and I talked about it before bed last night, in part because I was really disturbed by the incident. My greatest fear is deep, dark water, while he has no worries at all. Every year he makes noises about swimming Alcatraz, and each year I beg him not to. I'm familiar with the odds, but odds mean nothing when they could well apply to you. My heart goes out to that man. To his family and friends. What a tragedy. -- Renee

Eric Smidt said...

I'm with you... what else can you say. It's so sad and nearly impossible to comprehend that something so horrible could happen to someone. It just goes to show that you just never know how much time you have left. Good for you, "carpe the damn diem" out of every day.