First, Michael Jackson apparently died. I don't know for certain, because I haven't checked the news, but then the media has been known to fudge on sensationalist topics. A creepy old vet-looking guy in a wheel chair pulled my friend Dennis aside to tell him this as we were heading from our stadium seats to get some cold brew. ("Dude, that old dude said Michael Jackson just died!") D viewed an article online once we returned with delicious beer stating his death, but without actually saying much besides something about a heart attack. Not five minutes later he received a text from a mutual friend: "Dude, Michael Jackson just died!" And in moments Missy sent one to me: "You.hear.michael.jackson.died?" (her phone's space key doesn't work) We could hear various others in the surrounding "crowd" at Safeco Field muttering about it as well.
It totally overshadowed our crushing-blow victory against the Padres.
Besides, I completely do not care. It's not that I feel any malice towards him, I really don't feel anything at all. Completely ambivalent, as it were. He posed an easy target with his uncommon sense sensibilities with young boys, his South Park appearance made an impression ("That's ignorant, you're ignorant."), and everyone is going to cite Thriller in some manner ... which I admit, was a fun music video, but I'm a rabid fan, and I don't think anyone is going to remember anything beyond his early works. His loved ones will mourn, and I hope he enjoyed his last days. Done, moving on.
Today I attended the expo for my upcoming [half] marathon, alone. There is an anxious excitement in awaiting the arrival of this day. The maximum amount of people (25,000) have signed up, and there's going to be megatons of concentrated energy amongst such a massive mob. I don't know what the split is between the full (26.2) and half (13.1) runner groups, but see for yourself in the two photo's of T-Shirt booths below.
The latter looks pretty lonely, eh?
Advice generally backfires on me, which I've explained and explored previously, even when I try very hard to accept it without making any decisions for or against. When someone says something is a mistake (don't push that red button!) isn't it natural to want to find out for yourself? Just me? Okay, well, I lump commercial advice (advertising) into this. I'm usually only interested in the creative aspects of their marketing rather than the shit they're peddling or the brand they're trying to instill.
Athletics are not immune to ridiculous claims, trends, and recommended regimes. It's all specially formulated drinks, powders which hydrate you, squishy supportive shoes, expert "race" advice, etc. Most product names bely little inspiration and over-hype themselves with jagged lightning fonts retaining sharp colors. Long lines form to their samples, people love free stuff, but there's nothing particularly memorable ...
... except for a pretty woman in form fitting black stretch pants with "MUSCLE MILK" painting the contours of her ass.
1 comments:
Yay for blog club! I liked this post a lot!
The topic for next week is "Graduate school."
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