It has been a while. A blink and the world cruises pass you. In the last one week, as I rounded up my semester at school, a lot of clouds passed over the sun.

First of all, Kris Allen beat Adam Lambert to win the American Idol. Now, that is crazy. Good thing I did not watch any of it.

The smack down between President Obama and former vice president Dick Cheney came and went. Nobody is sure who won. The decision is in the hands of Osama bin Laden and his terror franchise around the world.

The stare down between President Obama and Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu of Israel took place. Nobody is sure who won. The decision is in the hands of Hamas, Hezbollah and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the huge ego in Iran.

Oh, the Tamil Tigers’ were vanquished. That news pained me most. In London, I used to work in a bakery with ex-Tamil Tigers’. They were refugees. We cleaned the bakery floor together. They used to tell me how marginalized they were in Sri Lanka. I had pity for them. I could relate to how injustice pushed people to revolt.

However, I did not know a thing about Velupillai Prabhakaran. As the government soldiers closed in on the Tigers, I read about him and the brutality he orchestrated including suicide bombing and using child soldiers and I said, there must be a better way.

When the drones come, over Pakistan, over Afghanistan, who does it see? Where does it leave tomorrow’s warfare? California officially becomes a failed state.

Oh, my Celtic was knocked out of the NBA playoffs. It would not have been painful if the Lakers had not topped the Rockets. A filly won the Derby. That one is like poetry to my ears.

And the four Michaels.
Michael Phelps returned to swimming. Without the bong.

Michael Vick came out of prison after serving 19 months for organizing dog fights. The former NFL star will work with the Humane Society for $10.00 an hour. Even I make more money per hour.

Michael Tyson surprised himself and his critics in the documentary about his life called Tyson. I am shocked.

Michael Jackson cancelled some of his scheduled 50 shows in London. His publicist said the King of Pop has no cancer as London tabloids reported. But I have the feeling that he has something.

Perhaps the most important thing that happened while I was sleeping was the refusal of Super Bowl XLIII star, James Harrison to visit the White House with his Pittsburg Steelers teammates. The linebacker’s reason was, “If you want to see the Pittsburgh Steelers, invite us when we don’t win the Super Bowl. As far as I’m concerned, (President Barack Obama) would’ve invited Arizona if they had won.”

Of course. James, that is the whole idea. What have you been smoking?