I hope I properly reset my circadian rhythm this morning. On Saturday I slept until 11. I let myself do that on Saturday. Then I did it again on Sunday. I went to sleep at 1:30 instead of midnight last night but when I woke up at 7:40 I left myself go back to sleep until my alarm woke me up at 8:00. I fell back to sleep instantly and woke up refreshed. I hope that did the trick.
I finished and submitted this week’s Gord’s Gold yesterday. The show is on Thursday and it’s not due until Tuesday. What’s with me doing things so early? I’m thinking of recording an extra show to keep in my pocket if there’s ever a week where something comes up and I can’t record. As I only have an hour to fill, I have a huge backlog of songs that I have not had a chance to play. I’m particularly proud of the show I just recorded. I did my first extended set, covering two segments, the subject? War and peace, not the book. By all rights I should now go into thoughts on war and peace, but I don’t think I can put it as well in words as I could by playing the songs in that set along with a couple of minutes of commentary. TL: DR it’s complicated.
I’ve been writing this post for days yes, I’m only 238 words into it. That’s what comes of not going out or seeing friends. I’ve been diving into Gord’s Gold collecting music for the next show. I have to set some time aside for serious listening. I have plenty of time why haven’t I? I don’t know, but it’s a tradition, and without our traditions our lives would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof! That’s a conditioned response. We are all the product of everything that has happened to us before.
It’s all growing dim now but I wanted to write about food. I always want to write about food. I could happily write about nothing but what I’ve eaten; the only reason I don’t is you couldn’t happily read it. But I did have some culinary adventures. I tried something new with poutine. I have been told that it must be made with hand cut fries. I had a rather large potato and was feeling rebellious, so I used the mandoline to make shoestring fries. What was the result of the experiment? “They” were right, poutine is best with hand cut fries. When immersed in gravy the shoestring fries have the consistency of spaghetti in sauce. It tasted great but texture is an important part of the gustatory experience. It was easier than hand cutting but not as good. Discovering that poutine no longer makes me sick and that I can buy beef gravy at the local supermarket has changed my life for the better.
Poutine doesn’t make me sick, but something did last night. I had roasted chicken and a baked potato last night yet woke up at 3 AM with a gurgling alimentary canal. It’s never good when you can feel the food moving through you. When I woke up, I had no appetite and was queasy. I cut a possible Crohn’s attack off at the pass by taking three Entocort and totally relaxing. I put on Seinfeld and slept through much of it. When I woke from the nap, I was no longer queasy and had an appetite. I love not being knocked for a loop by my intestines. This did put the kibosh on my flirtation with trying corn on the cob. There’s still something funny going on inside me.
I discovered that if I tell my phone’s health app that I’m starting a workout, instead of letting it automatically identify it, it tells me not just how far I walked but gives the route, the time, and what I cared most about yesterday the elevation. I live on high ground and Aldi is much lower. The walk home involves a steep uphill stretch. Now I know how high I climb, 163 feet. That’s higher than the Statue of Liberty from the top of the base to the top of the torch. I walk in pulling a heavy soft cooler of groceries. Then to make things more fun, I lost a wheel and dragged it on one wheel for most of the 2.5 miles. That was a nice workout. It stopped raining so I should go out today, but I can tell that I won’t. I’ll let me body rest.
I have to decide if I’m going to watch Dune on TV or go to a theater. Paul “Atreides” Krugman raved over it as have several friend but all of them saw it in the theater. I greatly prefer seeing films in a theater than on TV but it’s a matter of expense. I want to see The Eternals in the theater, and I only have enough money on my gift card for one of them. I’ll have to check what day I get the discount at AMC theaters. I’m leaning towards the theater. Krugman confirmed my worst fears about Foundation. As I guessed from the trailers it’s the antithesis of the book, he described it as Star Wars pretending to be Asimov. They did the same thing with I Robot. Whoever controls Asimov’s film rights is only concerned with the money, not preserving his legacy. Maybe I’ll prepare a list of films that were egregiously unfaithful to the source material. That doesn’t mean the films are bad, I can think of two films I loved that were at philosophical odds with the book they were based on. One was a book I also loved and the other a book I disliked and think the film got right. I’ll save the details for a future entry.
Now back to the Gord’s Gold grind. It’s not a grind but I like the way that sounded. I’m following up on several different sets and shows as well as needing some deep listening.
Wise Madness 