Some random thoughts on Michael Jackson’s death:
Whatever else can be said about him, he was a great musician and entertainer, and I am sad not to see what other works he would have created.
All the obsession with staying young and living forever did not help. In the end, he died tragically young. There’s a lesson here: plan for the long term, yes, but focus on the important stuff (say, medication, therapy) rather than minor, speculative details (like oxygen chambers).
Doctors do still make housecalls— at least if you’re rich enough to have your own. Can you imagine MJ waiting for his appointment at the Polyclinic?
I’d like to be rich and even well-known, but having this sort of mega-celebrity status would not be fun. The lack of anonymity and the resulting isolation seems crippling.
