Discreet Music | “Brutal Ardour,” Jan. 22, 2018

So on a typical Monday here in the suburbs:

  1. Lily (12) starts seeing a therapist and texts me, “My therapist said I shouldn’t worry about finishing my homework tonight.”
  2. Charlotte (10) is caught moping over the kitchen island drawing another picture like this:
  3. I learn I have a different client at work for reasons no one can really talk about (and I don’t want to either).
  4. A ~$6M error is discovered on one of the KPI’s (key performance indicators) for a report I’m distributing (one version of 11, but order of magnitude is ~$12B so root cause isn’t material).
  5. I offer to get a smoothie for Lily at the Whole Foods on my way home and spend about $72 on:
    1. Smoothie for Lily and Charlotte ($1.99 ea., on sale)
    2. A bottle of Pfriem IPA
    3. A .500 mL flask of Norwegian Cod Liver Oil ($55)
      1. Small talk with the cashier: “I used to think that’s about the cost of a good bottle of Scotch but had to think about what I’m really putting into my body and it’s worth it” (right)
  6. Charlotte, sulking over the fact that Lily’s gone to nana’s for dinner, can only be roused by the act of going out to Happy Hour at the sushi place, where we bump into the same, despondent family of friends we saw last time, and makes me wonder do they really go there a lot or is it just us?
  7. Dawn interrupts my driving with text photos of the food she’s confronted with on a business dinner and can’t eat because it’s got either dairy, grains, legumes, flour, sugar, wheat, gluten, or something in it not meat/vegetable/fruit or nuts, basically.
  8. Charlotte takes a bath for the first time on her own volition.
  9. Something outside smells sweet, like spring, and I point out the small buds to Charlotte on the Magnolia tree, at the neighbor’s, and she yanks on a branch to tear one out.
  10. The 3-week-old battery on the Volvo is starting to hesitate because the mechanic told me the alternator is about to go, and that will fry a new battery in like, 3-4 weeks.

Earlier this week, in the midst of not having anything to write about, I wrote:

When all that fascination falls away, the world just looks like a replica of itself, plastic and small.

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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26 Responses to Discreet Music | “Brutal Ardour,” Jan. 22, 2018

  1. kingmidget says:

    #1 … the more I hear about therapists, the more I consider them to be a blot on the butt of humanity.

    Sounds like a tough Monday for you. My sympathies. I had my own barrel of crap at work today. I came this close [] to just chucking it all and having a breakdown. Beer at the end of the day saved me.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Aw thanks but not really, kind of get de-sensitized to these things. I’m sorry for you though! Glad the beer saved you. Sounds like a catcher’s mitt, well worn-in and never misses. Fits like a glove.

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  2. Robert Varga says:

    NO boredom thus, right?!

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  3. That is several Mondays stuffed into one

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  4. You are drowning in the Estrogen Sea. Much like myself. Surrounded by women. How do we navigate this cyclone? Where’s the manual on how to fly this thing?

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  5. Charlotte’s drawing is going to haunt me, man. That is one power-grrrl. Kind of a manga feel too.

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  6. Dean Parsons says:

    You paid how much for Norwegian Cod Liver Oil?!!! I think you need a holiday.
    Your friend
    ‘Blot on the Butt of Humanity’ 😉

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  7. ksbeth says:

    on the outside looking in, or watching from within?

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  8. Dave Ply says:

    5C. Given a choice between Scotch and Cod Liver Oil I think I’d take Scotch, and I don’t even like whiskey. 7. With all those dietary restrictions doing a restaurant or planning a dinner must be a major league bitch. My wife has gluten issues, just that’s tough enough.

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  9. rossmurray1 says:

    Who needs a therapist when you have a blog?

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  10. 1. So not everything is fixed by Sushi? Man, I’m disappointed.
    2. The drawing scared the willies out of me too.
    3.Today the boy had a haircut and came back grumpy with a grumpy mother. So glad to be bald.
    4. I’d forgotten Eno called one of his manipulated Discreets ‘Brutal Ardour’. Great title for this.
    5. Realised I’m quite proud of being a blot on the butt of humanity. Inkblots are, however, passé.

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  11. Thanks. You’ve made me feel not quite so bad about my credit card bill.

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