Micheal Jackson, RIP.

The news has permeated throughout all the world now. Its reverberations are echoing out into the vastness of our Universe. Micheal Jackson, is dead....

Micheal Jackson. Eccentric, odd, freaky looking, psychotic? Maybe, But Also, irrefutably a genius, unparalleled, Unique, Spectacular. I can't think of a time i did not know of the man. I was born in 1984 into a house already saturated with the posters and music of the man(thanks to my two Sisters).

As a baby, when i cried, they shut me up by playing "We are the World". The liquid, almost gravity-defying fluid movements of Micheal across the dance floor, always mesmerized me. I remember sitting transfixed in front of the Silver television in the hall during the few Micheal shows broadcasted on SBC 5, and loosing myself to the Man that Hiccupped, spinned, and moonwalked to the beats that invented a genre.

I remember the 1995 music awards, when not one but TWO of my heroes, Micheal and Slash took the stage and Micheal's performance, to date, still stands as my all time best VMA performance ever.

With Music that transcended race, religion, time and space, Micheal in all his eccentric almost Alien tendencies, made himself part of our lives. I do not find any of his behaviour appaling or surprising. Why should i? The man created music, and paired them with moves that were not even dreamt of before him. That is a special kind of Genius that transcends the normality with which we lead our lives.

Micheal Jackson, was an inspiration. He Taught me to dance, and dance i did, he taught me not to wait for change, but to manifest it, he taught me that no matter how many love you, the People who hate, will always find a way to hurt, but you cannot let that break you.

He's been imitated around the world and His music has Entertained the world. The Immortal Micheal Jackson will always persist, in the energy of the sound he's left us to remember him by. That is His Greatness.

I know for a fact, that i will miss him. The unique greatness that i was priviledged to see in my lifetime. This is For you Micheal, Thank you for the Music, thank you for your Life.

The Certainty of Uncertainty

The only thing Certain, is Uncertainty.

I am sure i am not the first to put that out into the universe. It is an idea that despite its ubiquity is still not often embraced. Its irrefutable truth is abundant in these tumultuous times. It is almost a daily mantra, that one repeats religiously but faithlessly. Which is probably why, when inevitably the idea manifests itself, we still are caught off guard.

My personal favourite cliche, "The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men, Oft Go Astray..." Summarizes the aspirations of Uncertainty, as it manifests itself in its entirety. The contentious singularities of time and space, have little regard for us, the self cognizant microbes of the universe.

I'll keep this one short, a passing commentary if you will. Tempted as i am, I do not wish to engage in the frivolities of expressing such a fundamental phenomenon. However, i do hope, that in taking the effort to pen it, i not only attune myself to its vice-like grip on my life, but also, help you, recognize those marks on your wrist....

Saturday morning

This is a Saturday morning, that i have a lot in common with. Just like me, this morning seems to have woken up with gritty eyes, stiff legs, and the profound longing for coffee. I look out the window, and there she is, cloudy, sleepy, and well, i think this Saturday morning needs some Coffee too! Or maybe, she's sleeping in?

Anyways, i'm experiencing an extreme sense of loss. Ok, this is NOT an emotionally deep entry, i'm actually missing the EPL! The worthiness of these weekend mornings were validated so much by the footballing prowess of Manchester United, for a good 9 months, that now, with this sudden footballing silence, i feel almost jilted!!

Yes, many of you cannot understand this feeling. And in my magnanimity(cool word to throw around today), i shall pity you!! haha

But before you judge that i'm a nut ball, go read the news if you haven't already, and there's a 72 yr old joker, who was found with a noose around his neck, and balls in a thai closet. Ok, ok, its unfortunate, its sad, its terrible.... But it sure as hell is FUNNY! The things we humans do in the pursuit of happiness, is seriously baffling, my own eccentricities included.

Makes you wonder, what all of us, truly harbor as invigorating, in the deep private crevices of our imagination...