It's hard not to be fascinated by the details emerging about Michael Jackson's tortured life that ended abruptly late last week at age 50.
The New York Post is reporting that Jackson's autopsy revealed his body was riddled with needle marks and scars, he was eating nothing but pills and had wasted away to 112 pounds and his head was virtually bald.
(Are you kidding me? That is a rug?)
The symmetry of his face is almost self-mutilating, isn't it?
US Weekly is reporting that two of Michael's children by one-time wife Debbie Rowe (a train wreck) were fathered by Michael's former dermatologist who was also Rowe's boss. None of the children were fathered by Michael, according to the latest gossip rags.
All the children are living with the abusive head of the Jackson family, Joe Jackson and his wife Katherine.
The three-ring circus includes Jessie Jackson, Lou Ferrigno who was Jackson's personal trainer and evidently didn't notice he was skeletal and bald from the malnutrition, said the guy never looked better -- and Al Sharpton who flew in to help with funeral arrangements.
His body has been transported to the Neverland Ranch to prepare for public viewing.
Lordy.
Somewhere, there's a lesson about life in all this - other than his life sucked and then he died. For the life of me, I can't think of one.
I was rather sad to see the circus overshadow Farah Fawcett's grand exit. I watched her special several weeks back and was pleasantly surprised by her animus. Her public life had moments when it derailed. Her relationship with Ryan O'Neal was explosive and dysfunctional and her son's problems are the latest tabloid fodder in her story. Her televison special about her struggle with the cancer was a refreshing glimpse at how she came out in those crucibles. She was prayerful, loving, upbeat, kind...and loved life - every precious moment of it. She went out clinging to Christ, to love and to life and with the full Sacraments of the Catholic Church.
Good quotes from Randy Pausch (the Last Lecture) to end the day with...
- When there’s an elephant in the room introduce him
- When you are doing something badly and no one’s bothering to tell you anymore, that’s a very bad place to be. Your critics are the ones still telling you they love you and care.
- Brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want something badly enough. They are there to keep out the other people.
- Loyalty is a two-way street.
- Get a feedback loop and listen to it. Your feedback loop can be this dorky spreadsheet thing I did, or it can just be one great man who tells you what you need to hear. The hard part is the listening to it.
- Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.
- We can’t change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand. If I’m not as depressed as you think I should be, I’m sorry to disappoint you.
- I’ve never understood pity and self-pity as an emotion. We have a finite amount of time. Whether short or long, it doesn’t matter. Life is to be lived.
- It is not the things we do in life that we regret on our death bed. It is the things we do not. Find your passion and follow it. And if there is anything that I have learned in life, you will not find that passion in things. And you will not find that passion in money. Because the more things and the more money you have, the more you will just look around and use that as the metric — and there will always be someone with more. Your passion must come from the things that fuel you from the inside. That passion will be grounded in people. It will be grounded in the relationships you have with people and what they think of you when your time comes.
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