Well, there’s a lot going on. It’s late for me. I’m watching the MTV Video Music Awards on DVR right now (the only way to watch, too many commercials).
Observations on that:
John Kerry’s daughters are greeted with cheers and jeers. I thought this market was all democrats?
Arnold Schwarzenegger’s speech at the RNC… uplifting.The Gap commercial’s with Sarica Jessica Pakerca and Lenny Kravitz… most cool. How cool can you be to be a black rocker with the name of Lenny and just really rock out with former Sex and The City Girl Carrie Bradshaw for a clothing line I despise and still wear and look so good doing it?
The Bush’s daughters, not greeted with laughter or boo’s, on MTV? They were abyssmal at the RNC, but stated a strong bi-partisan message on MTV? huh?
Christina Aguilera… (a name in itself that ought to be some sort of disease of the lower abdominal area) performing with… uh… well…. some sort of rapper dude, once again performing a grandiose display of her vocal talent. Really, the woman should have been a jazz or blues singer and she would have been most awsesome, but jazz and blues don’t sell like pop music does. A shame, really. She has incredible vocal range and it’s sad she’s had to subject herslef to what she’s been forced to become just to get that voice recognized. As American’s, we havent heard that sort of range since Billy or Ella was around, and it’s a shame we have to see it done in such a tawdry manor.

On to the worst part of the news… Friday, I bury a friend, too soon for his time. Michael Arps was a co-worker of mine. A friend. A guy who I shared conversations with. A smoking buddy. One of the guys I shared a few beers with. Mike got married when I got married, we hung around the same crowd, went to the same bar, smoked together, drank together, showed up at work together at the same time. We shared a lot. We had conversations about plenty of things together. We spent a lot of time together.
But now Mike is gone. And the world is poorer for it. He was smart. He was young. He loved his new bride, for whom he was still fighting for her to get American citizenship. He just got his Master’s Degree. He just got the big promotion to Senior Technical Architect.
He was 33.

Mike, I still can’t believe you’re gone. I remember you trying to run me down in that Mikey way of yours last Wednesday morning. I loved hanging out with you at the Frederick J. Miller Pub and at O’Briens on random nights over the last several years. I remember talking to you about your struggles with getting Emily over here. I will never forget you, Mike.
I’ll see you again, Arps. And next time, I’ll be the first to say “S’up, baby?!?”

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