RIP Michael Jackson

Being 3 girls, with very different personalities in my family, there was a deal that we each would have our idol/favourite artist. Not that the others weren't allowed to like the icon as well, just they were YOUR favourite.

MJ was one of these. The hours of fun and dancing that this artist brought to our house are some of my favourite memories!
Over the years I guess our idol fell off his pedestal quite badly. I mean it's hard for even the most die-hard individuals to ignore accusations of kiddie-fiddling and weird tales of "Jesus juice"? How do things even become as sordid as the stories that filtered out of an estate called Neverland...?
Will we EVER fine out what really happened behind those gates, or to his nose, or to his skin? The questions and even urban legends around MJ seem endless! But was it just me or did the music always seem to wipe the weirdness away?
It could make you believe that you too could do the moonwalk (yes you, the geeky kid in the corner! I know you practiced!), sing passionately that Billy Jean was not your lover and also that we'd all finally realised we are the world, that black and white definitely should never matter. That last song may have become cheesy, but damn, as a young South African now having become adult (ok... more like a kidult I guess) I still love it.

Maybe he was wacko jacko, maybe he truly was an innocent
lost boy from Neverland happy in his fantasy. Maybe he was horribly lonely even when he had all the wealth and things his heart could imagine?
There have been times where I was completely convince he was sick and maybe we were supporting someone who needed help not acceptance?
There have been others where I've thought along the lines of Gareth Cliff's post this morning

@GarethCliff I'm so very sad about Michael Jackson. The world treated his sad genius very badly. I think he died feeling quite lonely. He deserved more

I guess only his family or those close to them could possibly ever know the real man, and even the small group who could be close to him seem to disagree in opinion.

The one thing we can and should all say though is this : THANK you for all the songs, the boogies and the beats, and I hope that he realised that he'd live on forever with some of us.


He was anything but "normal", thats for sure.




Michael Jackson sample map:
(via @lebogang_nkoane)

@Deepak_Chopra A Tribute to My Friend, Michael Jackson http://bit.ly/tYis4

"Did you find it?"

Ever had one of those precious moments where you're an observer of a conversation going horribly wrong?

For months now Alex and Neil have been having alarming effects on each other. Bringing entertainment to the Bosch household with their latest experiments and mildly obsessive behaviour.

The latest of these involve large fish tanks, aquatic plants... and fish. Although it's generally thought that the fish are pretty much merely there to make the tanks easier to explain rather than forming part of the actual reason for having them.

(oh yes... and to clean the tank!)

One of Alex's fish (named Cow) has however recently gone missing. Presumed dead it's now just a matter of whoever can spot the fish will bring the mystery of it's whereabouts to an end.

Enter the scene:

The rugby match is underway and Neil has excused himself. Ian enquires as to where Neil has gone but misses the answer Gaylin and I provide. On his return this conversation takes place.

Ian: Neil, did you find it?

Neil: Um...

Ian: Is it dead? 

Neil: (puzzled) It is... pretty dead yes.

Ian: Oh! well then we should flush it! Or did you flush it?

Neil: Oh no it's ok... er... I took care of it!

Ian: Oh good! where was it?

Neil:...

Ohna: Ian...

At this point Gaylin and I were giggling so hard nothing much more could be explained.

It was about 5 minutes later when Neil FINALLY realized Ian had been asking after Alex's fish and that he wasn't THAT concerned with his toilet behaviour...

My word. These moments are priceless.

Image via deviantart.com by Vonzilla 

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"Get Wasted"

I can't quite remember where I first spotted this but it was worth a re-post!


"Trash: AnyColorYouLike" Art Project pink trash!

One man's $1,000,000 piece of modern art is another man's garbage.
And vice versa.

So if you're low on funds but consider yourself an abstract thinker, participate in Trash:AnyColorYouLike — Adrian Kondratowicz's project making a statement on mass consumption.


An intervention of sorts, the idea is to beautify garbage by using vibrant colored bags, causing people to take notice of how much trash they produce.
Made of 100 percent biodegradable PVC and scented with peppermint bubble gum, the bags are hot pink with gold or while polka dots (and repel insects and vermin to boot). Purchase one for $10, fill it with air, display at home, and explain to confused peeps that it's art. Or opt for a box of ten ($30) and use them for actual garbage bags as Kondratowicz intended.


Either way, people will start talking trash.

Available online at anycoloryoulike

My my, how useful!

Looksee at this little gem of a site!

downforeveryoneorjustme.com 

It sorts out that niggling paranoia that some of us suffer from. 

You're sitting at your computer, waiting, hoping that your site you've casually clicked on is busy loading. But alas, it doesn't! Does the internet hate you? Is there a web god who's taken a particular dislike to you? Are you not meant to purchase the treasure trove of online shopping your newsletter brought you? Has google abandoned hope of world domination and crashed? (god forbid!)

Just type in the url of the site that's taunting you and get your answer.

Sucks when it's just you though...

burn.

via neil 

(his site is a little LOT more technical than I get in my day to day life though *grin*)

How I'm feeling today

I listened to this album a lot while thinking about Linny and now again this week...

I know it was naive but I was hoping that this year would be easier in a way. I tried making a little pact. That I would try even harder to be the person I know I should, and can be, if I could get a break from some of the tougher things in life.

It's not that I have it tough. I'm not deluded into thinking that life has been a massive struggle here in suburbia... in fact I'm very grateful for all the blessings I've been given.

I guess I just miss people.

Some have slipped, or are slipping, so slowly and painfully out of my life. And last saturday my cousin Dan left so suddenly it feels as if it knocked the breath out of our whole family.

I think I would like 2009 to be the year I learn to lessen regret.

Because yes, I have some new ones this week for which time has run out to try and fix. 

I know I must let go of it and I will. But I'd rather try and keep my pact I made, even if the hurt keeps coming. 

Life is always going to bring death no matter how many promises you make, but regret can be lessened by being that person we should all keep trying to be.

Vibrations in the Air - Josh Pyke

Thinking 'bout the times I

know I should have taken

photographs

Something to rely on,

sharper than a memory.

'Cause chemistry dictates them,

they're not coloured by emotion,

They're coloured by the shades

of how things used to be.

And nothing breaks the

heart much more than

looking at old photographs

When you can taste the moment,

and worse still, if it's passed

They're gone now to the future,

but you still can't deny them,

like a song that's sung.

Regret, is like a filter,

that colours all your endeavours

And once put on becomes a feature

of your current works

WHAT I FEAR,

is that all fo these things I hold dear,

never become more than

vibrations in air.

Vibrations in air

Voices in the air,

they echo in my head like radios,

scratchy frequencies and

static in between words

They're all on the wind now,

but I bet I never told you,

I missed you when you were gone

Regret, is like a filter,

that colours all your endeavours

And once put on becomes a feature

of your current works

You gotta change your focus,

turn your eye to something else

'Cause once put on becomes

a feature of your current works

What I fear

is that all of these things I hold dear

never become more than

vibrations in air.

We miss you Dan,,,

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