Michael Jackson dead !

Not being an early to bed person, yeasterday was an exception, struggled through watching the only soap series I really care about watching when I can. Eastenders I went to bed at 11.30pm . Little did I know that history was in the making many miles away: the passing of a star. Yea. I admit it I was a fan of Michael too in my youth, who wasn't ? He was only the best then. I did the 'Off the wall' thing, watched the thriller movie again and again and the concept is still one of the best. Dunno about Bad . He was talented, and mad the moonwalk popular. My peers were to be seen 'backslidding' in those days, before I saw that as a bad word on becoming a serious christian! Only wish he made peace with God, and then he can enjoy eternity with Him after all his earthly troubles. Sold some 750 million albums and still end up broke chased by creditors . Be loved by millions and still be lonely.

Miracles happen: Lost but found

We drum it in our children's eyes; be careful how much details you give away on the web, the internet, the net. What with the advent of all the social networking sites. They start out innocent and have caused a bit of heartache here and there. However, some of us just can not afford to be out of that scene, being an artist albeit independent and wanting to engage with the 'fans' known and prospective. So it all started meny years ago when I signed up on the original MP3.com and now a search for my name will fill pages on end.

For once , my internet presence found a great use today. I have an office contact number for music business purposes, and while visiting the hospital today for a check up, dropped my debit card accidentally and did not realise it till my dear wife called and asked if my card was with me. I laughed and then panic set in. It was found by a stranger, who , yeah you guessed it (or not) checked on the web via the public phone book and found my number to call. I thank God, that it did not fall into wrong hands and people who'll love to steal. Thank God for the good sises of the Internet .

Need a break

It's almost holliday season. At some stage the good 'ol body screams out for a break. I think mine is doing so. But wait,
there are lots of stuff on da table to deal with first aaaargh.
We move on and his Grace is sufficient for us. Have you ever wished
for a 4 day working week :-) Have had a very tiring last 7 days. slept late every nighexcept for yesterday, and my did I feel refreshed. Thank you lord for your 7th day break. It works .