Run, Jacko, run. I mean, really. Does this development surprise even the most ardent Michael Jackson fan? Does he even have fans anymore? And those screaming banshees in Germany and Japan who gather outside his hotel waiting for a glimpse of the Gloved One are not fans. They are crazed zealots.
I’m curious to hear opinions from my UK readers about Bush’s visit to London. After reading about some of the paranoid, ridiculous security demands his administration made, I half-expected the entire city of London to be evacuated just to be sure that no agitators came within screaming distance of the president. And boy, is Harold Pinter pissed.
Lately, I’ve trying to figure out how blogs influence our so-called real lives. Via this blog, I got back in touch with an acquaintance from college and we’ve been exchanging the occasional e-mail. And I’m reading her wonderfully funny and sparkling prose and I can’t help but shake my head and wonder why we didn’t become better friends eight or nine years ago. And if she hadn’t stumbled on this blog, we probably never would have connected and I would missed the opportunity for a new friendship. I continue to be amazed at how this blog, this whisper amongst so much shouting, continues to shape my life.
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