Bye, Beautiful

Whitney Houston died today. Officially at 3:55 pm but she was probably dead long before that. In more ways than one. It's like she sputtered out. When she started out she was so fresh, so delectable, so young. And now that seems so long ago, so in another time and place. Whitney today is no more. Her body lies at the Los Angeles City Morgue, waiting to (or perhaps, already have) undergo(ne) an autopsy as I sit here and write this.

The greatest singer of my time has died. I don't know what drove Whitney to do what she did with her life. I have no idea why she couldn't overcome whatever she needed to overcome or what her daily environment was like. Was she hooked on pills? That seems to be the most deadly high for celebrities. Or did her heart just give out from all the years of cigarette and crack smoke? I guess it doesn't matter what made her die she is gone and it's another, new, reality without her.

Beyonce Does Everything Right!

Beyonce is perfect. I can't imagine any fault she might have. She seems like the nicest, most poised, most relaxed, most patient individual, much less superstar, ever. She always smiles for the paparazzi. She is never involved in an "incident." She dated her super-star, mogul husband for years before marrying him in a private wedding right under the media's nose. Now, she's just had the most beautiful, perfect-looking baby girl ever. The baby has a full head of head and has the most beautul face and expression. Her eyebrows are noticeably perfect. She is the perfect baby for the perfect superstar. I look forward to watching her, Blue Ivy Carter, grow up!