Hi Shark
We just returned from our annual family vacation to the shores of South Carolina (“South Carolina: We used to be the crazy, intolerant one!”). As it usually happens when you go on holiday (as they say) the final few days are the best - in our case, the final two days were spectacular weather-wise. Hot yet breezy. Clear but with puffy clouds. Cool evenings.
There we are in the ocean. My brother, his little son, and myself. Just floating around. Minutes after I totally got some heebie-jeebie feeling in the ocean, I look to my left to see a large, dark thing swim by. “Thing”. Ha. No, I knew exactly what it was. I think that’s an evolutionary feature: the shape of a shark totally gets flagged in your brain. No question.
Shark.
As we sat on the shore and drank beers or sodas or whatever it was we did, I started to think about how close the shark was to me. I’m lousy with distance, but I realized that the water wasn’t really that clear so in order to see anything, it would have to be close. Drat.
“They saw no warning signs of danger before they were bitten”
I assume the reporter didn’t mean actual signs, but I also wondering what other signs we’d be looking for?
A big school of fish? Sure.
Dorsal fins sticking up all over the place? Sure.
iPad
In other news, I bought an iPad (that was the night at the Campbell Apartment, then the Oyster Bar, then the Grand Central Apple store (what a long night (financially))). It’s pretty swell.
The only issue I have is the Facebook app and it brings up that same question: What are they spending their billions of dollars on? Not on mobile apps methinks.
The iPad app is even buggier than the iPhone version.
France
I’ll be in France this week eating cheese and drinking things. This is my third time in France this year and my french hasn’t progressed at all.
