This column was written two days earlier and it appeared online hours before the death was announced. How did I know that Michael Jackson was going to die?
Am I psychic?
Do I know the secrets of the universe?
Do I know when you’re going to die? (Do you seriously want to know?)
Fine, I’ll tell you.
IT’S A COINCIDENCE.
In hindsight it seems obvious, but when I had the overpowering urge to listen to Jackson’s albums I thought it was just some midlife nostalgia trip. Fortunately I’ve just read Leonard Mlodinow’s book on randomness, so I can explain it to myself. Ooh, there’s a column.
So if you want to know the future or to place a curse on someone, you’d be better off consulting one of these.
Aswang (sculpture by Ryan Villamael)
It’s only been 24 hours, but after the media overload we are now tired of hearing about Michael Jackson. Funny how the technology that is supposed to abate boredom really hastens its onset.