Fourth of July

So, happy 4th for those of you who can celebrate it somehow... barbecues or you're back in the US or something. I really wish I could schedule a vacation back home for July sometime, but airfare is so expensive in the summer. I miss the 4th in Gasworks Park. Hopefully channel 5 will have a video of it up tomorrow, because there's no way I'll be able to be up by 7 in the morning here to watch.

I got my fireworks show yesterday. We had a wicked, slow-moving thunderstorm come through. I mean, Colorado Springs or midwest lighting. It got so dark in the mid-afternoon it looked like it was about 9pm in here. And the lighting...just flash-flash-flash, one after the other for a good hour.

Better On the Other Side

Michael Jackson tribute song from The Game, Chris Brown, Diddy, Polow Da Don, Mario Winans, Usher, Boyz II Men : "Better On The Other Side (Tribute To MJ)". Song available for download via MTV here (link)(Choose 'free user' then wait for countdown to end for download.)



Michael, I will miss you for the rest of my life. And love you eternally.

Michael, I will love you forever.

I am devastated.

I have loved Michael Jackson with all my heart since I was 12 years old. In any year since, at any time, whether it was evident at the moment or not, if you had asked me I could have told you that with each breath I have taken, my unconditional love for him was within. Always. I met my husband because of Michael Jackson. And we were going to see his beautiful eyes in person, from the seventh row, in London this August. And now he is gone. Gone far, far too soon. And I have no more words. And the tears on my keyboard can't convey anything to the world. So I end with this poem. This beautiful, horrible poem that only begins to explain the pain so many of us are feeling today...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_a-eXIoyYA
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead.'

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-W.H. Auden