The Spin of the Ball

Sports: I watch a lot of sport. Australian Football, American Football, cricket. Sometimes you just decide that you don’t like a team, or you don’t like a guy. Maybe his face looks too smug or something like that. He looks like the kind of guy you wouldn’t get along with. As for women’s sports, every player is beautiful.

Toilet Machine: When I was 5 or 6 I heard around the schoolyard that a kid called Benjamin had built some kind of Toilet Machine. This was interesting to me. That night, I was jumping on the trampoline and I started yelling out to the neighbourhood that it was, in fact, I who had built the toilet machine. Not Benjamin. I yelled for some time. My parents did not intervene. That is something I like about my parents. They just let me go crazy and learn from it.

Celebration: Back to sports, there’s this thing in American football where the players do rehearsed celebrations after a score. It always looks strange to me. I prefer it when the players do a genuine celebration in the moment. A fist pump. A jump in the air. But if my time in the universe has taught me anything, it’s acceptance. Accept or become constipated. I shall accept these rehearsed celebrations.

The Moment: I love when people sense The Moment. When it’s the moment to sing or dance, in private or in public. They just go for it. Do a little dance solo on the train, if the moment strikes you. Sure, you’ll get some looks, but only from miserable people who wish they could do the same.

I used to do shows where it was all rehearsed, and sometimes on the night of the performance, I just wasn’t feeling it. I had to force it. And the audience had to force themselves to watch. Unless they had an aisle seat.