41 days to go

It's getting awful to look at. That number keeps getting smaller.

Remember that old Twilight Zone episode where the guy finds a watch that can freeze time? I need to find that watch. Maybe then I could stop worrying about that countdown.

Ok. A little heavy this morning? Yep. Who knows why? I'm just pensive, as I seem to be every morning lately. Maybe I should take up meditiation or something.

Or, maybe I should just stop thinking about it for a while. Age, as it has been said, ain't nothing but a number.

So, why is it that we assign so much value to age? Think about it, your whole life is about how old you are: Bar/Bat Mitzvahs, driver's license at 16, voting, marriage, porn and cigarettes at 18, drinking at 21, lower car insurance rates at 25, milestones every 5-10 years, eligibility for the presidency at 35(for those who were wondering, yes I am eligible in 2008- and yes, I've got ideas), retirement at 65, all these things are based on age.

Of course, I left out passing rock star age- that is 27. I remember when I turned 28, I thought to myself: "it just might be too late for that career as a musician."

Just might. Not definitely. Don't worry- I'm not planning on going down that path again. Too much work.

Smiles all around, though. Liz Phair rocked my world last night.

And rocked I was.