Birds stop singing in this

February 19, 2002

Birds stop singing in this country while Team Canada plays. Baby's stop crying and stare at the screen as we wait for goals. The boys are taking a bit of time to put it together but today's tie with the Czechs was a lot better than the first two. Man its exciting to watch. It's after midnight and I get to watch the rest of the game and get up early to drive to Edmonton for the gig on Wednesday. I already know the result in this hockey game and my heart still beats like a bunny.
I was wondering today if each person had an age gene that freezes them at a certain central level. Take me for example. That is the point of this journal. I believe my age gene to be frozen at 8 years. I am an 8 year old boy. The rest of the cognitive & physical developments are allowed but the basic attitude that shapes behaviour is only 8. My sense of obsession, enthusiasm, hedonism, and sentimentality are all products of the age gene. On top of that basic attitude is piled later developments in sexuality, physical growth, education and wisdom. For all the intellectually satisfying pursuits I can figure taking part in I would still choose a game of road hockey in a flash. There is still such wonder and excitement in the idea of coming close to a naked lady. I maintain elements of faith & hope even when experience has taught me that there is no possibility of success. This is the only explanation. I can think of people who were born 35. Most of my friends have a 13 to 16 year old age gene. Look at how late I stay up. I hate going to bed if I can still keep my eyes open. Eight. I play with this computer because it is "neat" and its way bigger than a Game Boy. Eight. I still have trouble with the days of the week. I like things that blow up. I'm excited by the fact that I might see an elk tomorrow on the drive. I've seen thousands of the damn things. Proof. It comes down to elk.