A photo of Jessica's hotness from a particularly eventful Sunday a few weeks ago.

Ever since e:hodown stopped blogging, I haven't felt like it much either. Also, I've been busy writing my stupid thesis.

Anyway, last week after hearing the news that MJ died, I headed home from lab, had dinner, and then Eamonn and I got sucked into the excessive media coverage on TV and the interwebs. Around 10pm he said, "Is this what we want to remember doing the night Michael Jackson died?". No. I suggested we hop on the A train and head down to the Apollo, where an impromptu block party had been building since the news broke.

Here are a few of my pictures from the celebration. There was a dance off between the little kid and the old man, plenty of good people watching, and a huge group sing-along in front of the theater where hundreds of people sang Billy Jean, Black or White, and Beat It in unison. Magical.

This is how much I am enjoying writing my thesis today.

And aside from the ladies at the gym this morning, the only person I have actually spoken to today is my boss.