Take it easy

I interviewed a marathon runner on Thursday, wrote about him on Sunday and sat through a council meeting that felt something like a marathon tonight. But at least I had some time to myself at work today. I farmed some old issues to look for follow up stories to things I covered last summer.
The whole interviewing, drafting, crafting and final review process relating to my work as a journalist is improving I feel. My purpose in writing here is to either allow some random thoughts to flow into my mind and find a way to merge them into something that has some sort of flow and rhythmn in less than about 10 minutes. So far, I am having the most trouble finding my flow which in turn affects my speed.

So Michael Jackson was found not guilty on all counts. I wasn't surprised. The words 'guilty beyond a reasonable doubt' that the jury must use as a guideline when reaching a decision made it obvious to me with Jackson's case that he would not be doing time.
I think that the number of inconsistencies on the prosecution's part hindered its case against him. The day Macaulay Caulkin took the stand and discredited the housekeeper's claim that the then child star slept with Jackson in addition to other charges regarding the singer's actions was the end of the ballgame for the family pressing charges.
So where does Michael go from here? Many are speculating whether his career is through. Seems to me it was on the way down anyway. He had his time and that time was the 1980s.
Is America ready for a reality show featuring Jackson? With gluttony of reality shows on TV One would think so. But I'm not convinced. Give him a couple years to chill or reinvent himself, maybe change back into a black man. How about vegan cooking with Michael Jackson? He and his favourite fan could hide out in the kitchen and cook up something special for admirer's family. Or how about a new spin on a familiar favourite? It could be called 'Who wants to marry Michael Jackson.'

They should have made my living arrangements a reality show. I could haved called it Mr. Know-it-all and the two peabodys. And no I am not Mr. Know-it-all.