Wednesday 13 September 2023

Finding Beauty


            On Tuesday morning I finished running through singing and playing "In the Good Old Days", which is my translation of "Au bon vieux temps" by Boris Vian. On Wednesday I'll upload it to my Christian's Translations blog. 
            I blog-published "The Blade on the Cutting Room Floor", which is my translation of "Le Couteau dans le play" by Serge Gainsbourg. There are five more of his songs from 1986 for me to learn. I listened once to his "Une chose entre autres" (One Thing Among Others) and on Wednesday I'll start memorizing it. 
            I audio and video recorded song practice while playing my Martin acoustic guitar for the third day of four. "Megaphor" seemed to come out okay. I did "Sixteen Tons of Dogma" in one take and the ending wasn't horrible. I made it all the way into a second take of "Comme te dire adieu" before the camera timed out. I haven't gotten that far in a while. It was a pretty good session. There are three days left in this year's recording project. 
            I weighed 84.8 kilos before breakfast. 
            Around midday I returned to sanding one of the pieces of plywood that I glued down to fill the depression in my kitchen floor in front of the counter. It's almost level with the rest of the floor. 
            I weighed 85 kilos before lunch.
            In the afternoon I took a bike ride downtown and back. 
            I weighed 84.7 kilos at 17:00. 
            I chiseled some more black quartz from pieces of the rock I found six years ago. 
            I was caught up on my journal at 18:15. 
            I reviewed this morning's song practice video. Maybe there was an off chord on "Megaphor" but it wasn't strikingly obvious. Up until "Comme un boomerang" I don't think there were any major fumbles. 
            In the Movie Maker project to create a video for the studio recording of my song "Megaphor" I synchronized the concert video with the studio audio for my line, "The amphetamine rush of the sunset wind helps me to remember that I'm covered with skin". I worked on lining up the next line, "It fills me and it shapes me so I'm stretched down the road" but haven't nailed it yet. 
            I finished scanning the sheet of single negatives that are mostly selfie shots of me trying to be a solo porn star. I started a new set of individual negs that seem to be primarily street shots. There are five sheets of negatives left. 
            I grilled ten chicken drumsticks and had two with a potato and gravy while watching season 6, episodes 8 and 9 of Petticoat Junction. 
            In the first story Joe, Sam, and Wendell form a pact to give Dr. Janet Craig the cold shoulder so she will go away. Wendell tries but then Janet informs him that her father was a railroad man and she impresses him with her extensive knowledge of trains. He invites her to ride in the cab with him. Then she tells Sam how impressed she is with his talent as a newspaperman and the various ideas that he comes up with. She buys an extra copy to send it to her big city newspaper editor friend. That night at the Shady Rest Janet serves beef stroganoff, apple pie and homemade ice cream. Joe doesn't admit it but she has won him over. Later she beats them all at poker. 
            In the second story Joe is still intent on chasing Dr. Craig away. He comes up with a plan to contract a mystery ailment that she can't cure, thus discouraging her. He puts a heating pad on his chest and ice under his back. Craig is bewildered and asks Dr. Stuart, who informs her that Joe is faking. But then Joe's manipulations with ice cause him to really get sick so Craig has to give him a shot to pull him through. 
            I'm thinking of the only time in my life when I was feeling so lonely that it motivated me to go out with the determination that I was going to find a lover that day no matter what. It was the mid eighties and I carried my camera every place I went. I saw a beautiful woman sitting in the sun in a parking lot behind the east side of Yonge and Dundas beside a van she'd been sleeping in with her friend. I approached and asked if I could take her picture and she generously consented. Within hours we were making love at my place.

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