J Dilla died yesterday . As it turns out, a couple years ago he suffered from kidney failure primarily as a result of malnutrition. He so obsessively worked at his craft that he often went without food.

There's something big about to happen, and now's a throat-clearing before a war cry. The mitten is in crisis right now, and consider lucky those who swing out windows as the roof collapses. We're shedding the very same jobs that made this place prosperous, we're ignoring the potential vitality of our flagship city, the corporations that propped us up are incompetent and spineless. Michigan has something significant to say about the state of the US, it is here that we can watch a preview of how Rome slides into obsolescence. We'd be luckier if it burned to the ground, but instead malnutrition insures that it will weeze and gasp until the final moment.

I wanted to see this demise, viewing myself as something of a journalist of the human condition. I wanted to embrace the unmentionables that society so often ignores. I wanted to witness the consequences of my actions and nestle into the rarer condition in the freedom/security equation. And I have.

I'll save all cliches about embracing change, after all its not often that things go better than planned.