The shock of his death came to me as a shock. I just came home from a night out, and they played on the radio his 1982 Thriller album while I was driving back. Strangely enough, as someone who doesn’t listen to pop music, I was kind of enjoying listening to it. But I was never into Michael Jackson music, gossip or anything. I had nothing to do with him.
Or so I thought.
When I came home, I read the news, after being hinted by a few blogs writing “1958-2009” and “RIP” – and I was stupefied. Michael Jackson died. But why did it bother me so? Like I said before, I never enjoyed his music and culture. But, looking back, he was always there. Ever since I can remember myself. His name, his presence, his photos and even his music. He was always part of my reality. He was the corporeal representation of an icon I never thought could die. I was, on those rare times I spent thinking of him, always considering him as a constant part of the world. It didn’t matter to me if he was active, performing, recording, raping kids or dying, as long as he was still there.
The shock of his death came to me as a shock. And it is that simple – something constant in life has changed. I don’t know why his death matters to me so. Perhaps it’s reminding me that things and people I actually care about could die and break my reality in the same way? Not the death of icons, but the death of close people. This is something to think about. But it’s too late to contemplate on that now.
So long Michael Jackson, though I never cared about ye.
This year’s nuit blanche’s theme was the city’s 100th birthday. The streets were crouded with people. The main attractions were on Rothschild blvd and they were mostly fashion shows, historic and nostalgic presentations and street performances.
Here are few of the photos I took during this event.
Some of the street shows on Rothschild blvd.:
Fun movie! Totally worth the 38 NIS the ticket cost. It was a great action flick, with a plot line that served it pretty well. Christian Bale was pretty good. Not as good as he was in Batman, but he did well enough for this film.
Warning: Spoilers ahead.
The machines make frightening noises. Their most frightening one is a low-key trumpet like sound, only with more menace.
One of the fantastic shots were at the beginning, when the camera was taking up from the ground all the way into Connor’s helicopter through the door, goes past the front seats and turns right into where he was sitting, while all this time there’s explosions and machines all around.
It’s been a while since I’ve done stuff like that. Ah, it’s good to be back!
I went to a scenic view on mount Carmel, near Haifa, with me buddy Dan in order to take some shots of him playing poi. It was a great weather. Other than Dan’s photos, I didn’t take anything too interesting over there. These and more are featured on his site.
This is just what I do every time I start a new blog. Yeah, it happened quite a few times. I sure hope this one will be the last. I started one 2 years ago. Lost interest after 5 posts. Now I have an ongoing romance with Tumblr. A nice place, but it’s not what I had in mind. I hope this will be the best place to settle.