Immense talent of any sort is more a curse than a blessing. Rather than a passport to stature and its shadow-side of fame, it’s an invitation for others to take everything in your life from you without obligation. This loss is only realized once the usurpers have made flight, leaving people with only a shell of a career that is overflowing with anguish.
Adorno was mistaken when he proclaimed normalcy to be “death.” To be normal is to be given the opportunity to live without caveats that are styled as freedoms unavailable to the multitude.
Whitney Houston’s death isn’t nearly as unjust as the pleasure that we all took in gawking at her decline from beloved performer to reviled sideshow attraction. She wasn’t the first to suffer such indignities and she certainly won’t be the last.
This Toronto Star article is some of the whiniest, most privileged crap I’ve ever read and a good example of the above: “Whitney cast a pall over cruise”
Mark’s bike! Aww.
What?! You know who’s bike that is? Ask if he wants the full res version and I’ll send it!
Sure if you want, it’s firstname.lastname@example.org. He had that thing forever, then I remember a car backed into it and after that parts started disappearing.
Random: I only went in Ken’s once, and drank the worst coffee I’ve ever had. Amazing. Miss this spot.