i just passed a cafe with an outdoor terrace, went to the post office and returned some books to the library and at all three places the only conversation i could detect was peppered with two names: farrah fawcett (who passed away earlier this morning) and michael jackson (who, according to cnn right now, is in a coma). at last count, i spotted six helicopters hovering in the sky. there’s nothing quite like being in L.A when a celebrity (or two) heads up to heaven. here, interpretations of them both, respectively, courtesy of another late, great icon, andy warhol.