Some Traumas

>–On Monday, I went to jury duty, and was selected for questioning by the judge. The experience was not one that I would like to repeat, and not in that ho-hum-jury-duty-is-so-boring-let-me-get-out-of-it kind of way. I’m going to write the entire experience up in the coming week or so. But for now, I’ll only say that I’ve never felt so powerless.

–Then Ed McMahon died. And I felt sad for the whole world of entertainment, even though I don’t know anything about Ed McMahon, not really. He hosted the blooper show with Dick Clark that we watched seemingly every Saturday night at my grandparents house, the one with the little cartoon sweeping men.

–Then Farah Fawcett died of cancer. Gail, who sells jam at the Greenmarket, told me about watching Farah’s video documentary on television on Thursday night. Gail was shaken by it, and I felt sad for both of them. I felt sad for all the striving, the work, the courage, the hope, and then, turns out, it’s not enough.

–Then I had to go to South Williamsburg to deliver some dumb paperwork, and the person I was there to meet got into an argument with someone he worked with, and fired him right on the spot. In front of me. Without apologizing. This was after he said that, “We should hire a temp, pay him nothing, and treat him like dirt because I don’t think anyone has the balls these days to sue” and “Mushroom clouds are beautiful, don’t you think?”

–Then Michael died. I felt nothing, really, except vague loss. And, of course, the curious tinge of not knowing the whole story, wondering how long it would take for all the details to emerge. But then that’s how everything was with Michael–mysterious and unsettling. Even his music, the extraordinary transcendence of those eternal songs, seem to be made out of genius, soul and light.

–Last night, I took to watching great Tony, Emmy, and Oscar acceptance speeches on YouTube until 2:30 in the morning. Then I cried, and felt happy.



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