aaron schwab

though this won’t be new information to anyone who hasn’t been under a rock since yesterday, nor can i offer any new information, i still feel the need to acknowledge something this culturally significant — of course, i’m talking about the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Farrah succumbed to her two-and-a-half year battle with cancer and Michael suffered a heart attack, the likes of which came completely out of nowhere as far as i know. both were world record holders — Farrah for the best-selling pinup poster of all time and Michael for the best-selling album of all time — and both had huge impacts on popular culture. i bet it would’ve been hard to find a teenage boy in the 1970s who didn’t have a crush on the original blonde Charlie’s Angel; and Michael quite simply changed the face of pop music, in ways that i won’t describe because you already know what i’m talking about (and if you don’t, please make a point to join the 1.6% of the current world population that owns Thriller.) i heard someone on the radio today talking about how Michael Jackson’s death can be likened to that of Elvis Presley’s, John Lennon’s and Kurt Cobain’s, with all four holding their own niches as icons that changed the way the modern world thinks about and listens to and is influenced by music.

in slightly happier news, i seem to be having one of those awesome days where small, little things keep going right: i got a good night’s sleep last night and therefore wasn’t fatigued at work today; we got out an hour and 15 minutes earlier than we were scheduled to; i ran two errands after work, both of which i paid for in exact change; Joe and i are shooting a prom tonight and getting veggie burgers beforehand; and, lastly, the sun’s out and the humidity has dropped. and i have a weekend ahead of me that involves a family photoshoot for two people i went to high school with and a Phil’s night for a friend’s birthday. should be a good one!