Let me make record of what is happening these days.
The Powerball reached 1.5 billion dollars. All of the news outlets scrambled to inform readers what one could – and could not – do with that amount of cash. In recent days thousands of clever Facebook and Twitter posts have appeared, justifying the purchase of tickets, rationalizing restraint, and lamenting about the pressures of remaining broke in an increasingly expensive world.
This morning it was announced that there are at least three winning tickets. Imagine that, winning the lottery and immediately assuming the identity of a newly-appointed billionaire, only to walk away with 500 million dollars. People have hung themselves for less.
In less important, less fun, and less covered news, drinking water is killing people in Flint, Michigan. The toxic levels of lead are 900 times above EPA standards.
As families are needlessly poisoned, it’s hard not to consider how sickening we as humans are sometimes. It’s remarkable and remarkably sad. We’re true animals in that sense, but unique in that no other animal dominates its own as persistently or effectively. Maybe they would if they could, but they can’t and they don’t.
David Bowie and Alan Rickman (Prof. Snape) both died this week. They were both 69 years old. Both were killed by cancer. Cancer: a strong contender for the scariest word of our time.
I once had a teacher who told us that everyone would eventually die from cancer if they somehow avoided every other disease. I don’t know if that’s true, but it makes sense. It makes more sense than assuming the alternative theory, that our cells would forever resist eventual mutation.
He probably heard that somewhere and repeated it to each class, a memorability tactic. Most people aren’t original at all. Most people just repeat what they hear, passing it off as a product of their own mind whenever possible or advantageous. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a bench. Pete fell off. Who was left? … Pete and Repeat were sitting… Well, it worked, evident by the fact that I still remember him telling us that. I don’t remember his name, or even what he looked like, but I remember him telling us his little opinion fact.
They’re playing David Bowie’s “Blackstar” in the cafe. They’re tacky like that here. Sentimental suckers.