Folks from my parents' generation can recall exactly where they were when they heard that JFK was assassinated. I thought that the equivalent in my generation was the tragic passing of Princess Diana, but now we have another. I was taking my afternoon nap (I've been sleeping so poorly at night that I've resorted to taking power naps throughout the day) when J burst through the door. The first words out of his mouth were, "Did you hear? Michael Jackson died." "No he didn't." "I'm serious. Look at your Twitter feed. Turn on the TV." I groggily flipped open my laptop and waited for Twhirl to load my latest Tweets as J flipped on the television. Rest in peace, King of Pop. There is no denying that...