Notes from the Dead

This horrible bit of news at the top of the Google feed brought me to tears.  I'm not sure why; maybe because it reminds me of my times of sadness.

Looking back in my files, I received a grand total of three short emails from Mr. Swartz last summer, after I applied for a job/consulting gig on his team.  Evidently I didn't make the cut, being a relatively ordinary person, which has its advantages.