prof. michael jackson

Since odes/laments to Michael Jackson are all the rage now, I suppose I will chime in with my own meager and makeshift words.

I have so many little mundane memories about Michael Jackson. I suppose most everyone does. Now is the time we can gather them all up and make grander assessments about what Michael Jackson has taught us about life.

For me, I learned that fantasy – in which sidewalks light up when you step on them and whales fly over your head – is far preferable to the constant disappointment of reality.

I also learned that I don’t really want to live in Los Angeles, especially not a mansion/amusement park/zoo in Los Angeles. My imagination is grandiose but perhaps not that grandiose & seeks a slightly more old-fashioned city like New York. Werner Herzog (♥) says he lives in Los Angeles for its substance and collective dreams, but I wouldn’t, and couldn’t, survive. Just like Michael Jackson…? (Up for debate)

Though, it would be kind of cool to have a zoo in my backyard.

Moreover, I learned that small actions that are respectful of other countries & cultures (and saying things like “I like bimbimbap” every once in awhile) are probably more important in creating global unity than what politicians can do.

Furthermore, I learned – perhaps unforgivingly late – that sparkly items of clothing are preferable to non-sparkly items of clothing.

And lastly, I learned that it’s better & far more remarkable to flounder around in search of an undiscoverable self – flirting with eccentricity and loneliness – than it is to attain a handful of yawn-inducing adjectives.

RIP.

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