I am not a gifted scientist, engineer or medical doctor. And yet if they were looking for meoderately talented writers or communications people, I would be all over this.
When I was young my grandparents gave me one of these books for keeping track of your school accomplishments. I still have it back in St. John's somewhere. You put a photo of yourself from that grade, your report card, who your teacher was, who your best freinds were and stuff like that. And the last thing they ask is "What do you want to be when you grow up?
I think in Grade 1 I decided Astronaut and was so sure that's what I wanted to be that I filled it out straight up until Grade 13 (the book was obviously made in Ontario during the 70s). And that was "Astronaut." And the strange thing was, by the time I hit Grade 12, that hadn't changed. I still did. But somewhere along the line that dream died the same way most dreams do from childhood to adulthood.
But let me be clear...if Space Agency or NASA offered me the chance to go up into space tomorrow, I would be all over it. It's the one thing I absolutely hope to do before I die.
So if the Space Agency would like to overlook the many talented doctors, engineers and scientists applying for the job and pick a slightly over-weight guy pushing 40 who would write really eloquently about how brilliant they are for the rest of my life to go up into space, I'd be good to go.
1. Did you make a song with Otis - The Dandy Warhols
2. Rain street - The Pogues
3. Let's work - Mick Jagger
4. There must be an angel - Eurythmics
5. Stay - Jackson Browne