They say it comes in threes, this time it came in fours

By now, I think it's safe to say that most of the world knows about Micheal Jackson's heart failure yesterday afternoon.

Within a few days our world sadly lost four media icons; John Callaway, Ed McMahon, Ferrah Fawcet, and Michael Jackson.

Within minutes of each person's death, I was informed by a refresh button on my Twitter application. Tweets popped up with articles attached, informing everyone connected about the extreamly breaking news.

A popular Twitterer, iJustine, wrote a quick tweet when she heard of MJ's cardiac arrest. Her tweet circulated to other Twitter members, allowing me to catch onto the news via cell phone while I was at work.

iJustine: Whoa crazy.. Michael Jackson went into cardiac arrest! (19 hours ago from txt)

We knew what happened within minutes as the news went trickling down all of the media stepping stones; Twitter, facebook, blogs, text messages, websites, radio news, and TV news.

This morning I drove home-home, to the suburbs. It was refreshing to pull into my driveway and walk right up to my house, instead of the typical city routine of driving around trying to find parking, followed by walking blocks until you reach your location, followed by climbing sets of stairs to get into your apartment. And so this morning, I walked right up to my house and was greeted by a childhood memory; a newspaper wrapped up in plastic laying on my porch.

And even though I knew what happened, I knew what would be on the cover page, the emotion finally set in when I opened the plastic, unrolled the paper, smelled the ink, and actually held the news in my hands.

The printed widespread picture of Michael Jackson in his prime did something a computer or cell phone can not provide. It showed the sweat on his transformed face, the picture was huge, it screamed passion, and true entertainment. I sat down on my couch and read the endless pages of stories on his death.

It brought me back to my childhood remembering the mornings before school when I watched dad read his papers. I used to think it was the coolest thing, I couldn't wait to be an adult and sit down with my coffee and newspaper in the morning.

I realized that the trickling down of media ended right back where it all started; the newspaper.

Do we really need to know anything about everything right away? Would our world have changed drammaticalky if we didn't find out about these media icons deaths minutes later? Im beginning to think America is becoming ignorant of human emotion.

We have developed incredicle innovations and certainly have come a long way. And so I will leave you with this; yes, we found out about Michael Jackson's death minutes after thanks to new media communications. The faster, the better, right?

It takes losing something to gain something. But maybe the gaining is not always a good thing?





-- Post From My iPhone