That picture was taken down the road this morning at the new Cowboys Stadium. Today are the "American Idol" auditions and people have been lining up since 4:30 a.m. I hope none of them die of heatstroke. When that episode airs next year, you will get to see just how hot it really is here.
Michael Jackson and the Viral Spread of Info: More fascinating than the odd death of Michael Jackson was watching how the news spread around in a public place. I had just left the doctor's office after an appointment to have some skin things looked at and although I had been dreading a possible shot to the face and some cutting, all I got was some "freeze and squeeze." I won't tell you about the squeeze part, but he froze a "mole" on my clavicle and one on my back. Fortunately, the thing by my nose was pronounced "an age spot." I guess that's good anyway. But it was all stressful and I stopped in at Logan's Roadhouse for a few beers.
So I'm sitting there and my phone rings. My husband says, "Did you hear that Michael Jackson is either dead or in a coma? He went into cardiac arrest." I told him I had not heard that. The TV in the bar was on ESPN. Just a few minutes later, the bartender girl asks one of the waiters, "Is it true about Michael Jackson?" I told her about my husband's call. Then a lady dressed in scrubs who was waiting for a "to go" order, said, "He's in a coma." I guess because she was dressed in scrubs, we took her pronouncement as official. Slowly more waiters and waitresses began to trickle down to the bar and she changes the channel to CNN. And there it was. The main pic was of a crowd gathering at the hospital, but the bottom section said, "L.A. Times reports Michael Jackson is Dead." Meanwhile, I get a text from my daughter at work asking, "Is Michael Jackson dead?" I texted back, "Dead or Coma" just as the bartender finds the channel and I see the bottom so I added, "L.A.Times says dead." So then I imagine my daughter is telling everyone around her, "Mom says the L.A. Times said he is dead." Then I suppose, they started texting people based on my text to my daughter.
I started thinking how the cell phone spread that news so quickly. I suppose in the past, someone would have walked into that restaurant and said, "I just heard on the radio that Michael Jackson may be dead." Then the TV would have been searched and I would have known, but that would have been the end of it on my end. I just thought it was really interesting to see how this piece of information jumped around so quickly.
No one in the bar was really a Michael Jackson fan and it was more of a "good riddance" feel. As we watched the crowds gather on TV, I said, "I don't get who these fans are." And a young girl, a waitress that was maybe 18 or 19 that I hadn't noticed standing to my right, said very defensively, "I LOVE Michael Jackson!!" And she was all sad and gloomy. I was just perplexed thinking she wasn't even alive when he was normal and making good music. In the years of her young life was his baby collecting and baby dangling and masking and face cutting. I didn't get it.
As I got up to leave, I turned back to the bar and in a sarcastic fake sad voice, I said, "I'll always remember where I was the day I heard the news." And everyone laughed.