Here’s what I am actually doing…
On the web obviously, with a billion, jillion other people, while watching the Memorial to Michael Jackson that I said I wasn’t going to watch.
I guess I didn’t realize that they were going to have his casket there. It seemed from the coverage leading up to it, like it was going to be an outrageous tribute more than an actual service. Everyone looks very somber and subdued, singing and speaking above the flower-covered, golden casket.
It’s a thousand times more heartfelt and serious than I imagined it would be. The family is there and the arena falls back to complete silence after the applause for the performers. I hate to admit that I might cry, but my throat feels tight. The speakers are quite eloquent and moving.
As strange as it seems, it actually feels like being in church sitting in my living room.
Nice job Los Angeles and America, (the world?), I think we might have done something good here.
just shy of pretty 
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