Call Me Rabbit Fighter

I spent the day priming three large canvases with rabbit skin glue. It has a distinct odor as you can imagine and after eight hours it gets to be a bit much. One more coat tomorrow and it's all systems go. I'll make sure those brave bunnies did not die in vain.

I had a painting, a straggler, left over from the last batch that was not resolving itself easily. I mounted one more attack on it today and I'm pleased with the results. I seem to be developing the ability to fight through rough times and bring a painting to a satisfactory end without either stubbornly sticking with what's wrong with it, or scrapping the whole thing and throwing my entire existence on this planet into question. Maturity? Who me? Couldn't be.

I think I've finally reached the point in my Japanese speaking journey where I don't give a shit about making mistakes. Could be a turning point, springboard and awakening all wrapped into one. As I'm walking away from a conversation I often realize, "Oh! That's what he meant!". Before, that would have been so embarrassing as to put me off speaking for days. Not now. If someone thinks I'm an idiot, I'll live with it. He's probably the one who's an idiot anyway, right guys?

I can't stop listening to Led Zeppelin. Mostly Houses of The Holy, Physical Graffiti, and In Through The Out Door. Jimmy Page's production skills are often taken for granted but he is a complete genius when it comes to recording. Listen to how many different guitar sounds he uses; often within the same song. On the other hand it's surprising that the heaviest songs often have little or no guitar overdubs. Just pure excellence.