I ended up sleeping much of the afternoon. I hate when that happens. I have to get better about going to sleep when I go to bed. That means not playing on my phone until 1 AM. Bad habits are hard to break. That should be a comedy about nuns. Despite that I’m feeling like I accomplished something even though it was the same thing three times. Gord’s Gold played three times on Folk Music Notebook yesterday, noon, 6 PM, and midnight. Is midnight yesterday or today? It is not 12 AM or 12 PM, noon and midnight or are Ante-Meridiem or Post-Meridiem as Meridiem is Latin for noon. Noon is neither before nor after noon. It IS noon, and midnight is equally before and after noon. This is the kind of thing that only people that the century became in 2001 care about. I will have to fight you if you get these things wrong. I fight the never-ending battle or truth, justice, and pedantry.
That train went right off the tracks, let’s see if I can get it back on the rails. Gord’s Gold was on yesterday. I missed the noon broadcast, why? I’m an idiot. I forgot all about it. At 5:50 I found myself about to go into the grocery store when I remembered. That was good, I didn’t waste a second in the store and got out in time to listen. A miracle happened; I heard my voice and didn’t cringe. I was able to listen to the entire piece. I tried listening again at midnight, I cringed then and turned it off. I’m building up resistance but I’m not there yet.
I have another Gord’s Gold due next Wednesday. I was good and already wrote it and last night I recorded it. I had some problems, the first time I tried there was too much ambient noise. The second time the levels seemed low and when I played it loud enough to listen I heard a hiss. I hadn’t changed any settings; I had no idea what was wrong or if this was all in my head. I sent it into Ron without saying anything. I didn’t want to put the idea in his head that there was something wrong. I didn’t have to. He heard it immediately. The first recording was unusable too. We talked about what could be wrong and he suggested that I had the mic’s gain too low. That could be; when I adjusted the mic, I might have accidentally lowered the gain. I told him that I’d re-record it. I didn’t get the chance until this afternoon when I had enough quiet. I checked the mic; the gain was fine. I tried recording; the levels were too low. I decided to dig down a level and not look at the Audacity, my recording program’s settings but the computers. I opened the control panel, and everything looked fine under audio but when I did a test the levels were too low. I tried one more thing, I reset all the audio levels to the factory settings. Nothing seemed to change. But now when I tested the audio levels it was fine. I have been recording Gord’s Gold in one take. I couldn’t do that today. It was longer than usual and a bit more difficult. My subject was The Chicks with Dip and their new EP Stomping on Eggshells. As it’s a collaborative album I had to take time to talk about each artist and each song. I told an embarrassing secret about myself that I would normally tell here but I’m not as I want you to listen next Wednesday at noon, 6 PM, and midnight.
I was feeling great yesterday. When I was taking my daily YouGov Chat it asked me as it always does, how I feel. I usually say pretty good, for the first time I said great. Both my health and mental health were in peak form. When I went through Facebook instead of getting mad at all the idiotic posts I was delighted at everything my friends were saying. I love to get reminded why I love my friends. As I naturally gush I posted on Facebook, “This is one of those days where I go on Facebook and say, “I love my friends.” People responded by saying that they love me. Now I’m afraid that people are looking at it as me fishing for love. Fishing for Love is another good title.
I’m trying something different with my meals, eating three meals like a real person. I usually eat breakfast at noon, then eat some kind of snack then dinner at about eight and then maybe another snack. There might be a few desserts and snacks mixed in too. I’m starting to eat breakfast in the morning, then lunch in the early to mid-afternoon. Lunch is always peanut butter. So now it’s 7 PM and I’m hungry. I’m going to make dinner when I’m finished writing. That’s now.
Wise Madness 