¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
13:13 GMT, Thursday 13th August 2009. Currently listening to a phat-bass remix of "Beautiful Burnout" by Underworld. It's become a bit of a soundtrack to the last few days, as has Devin Townsend's album "ki"... which is simply incredible music. It ranges through mellow harmonic guitars and vocals to plunge into jagged stretches of manic growling and emotive yelling of words...emotions and energy surges, like peaks of anger. So I'm gradually peicing together a "brief" for myself before I start writing a ton of blog entries to go in between the chapters of Dog Eat Dog: and this album is the perfect soundtrack to the mood and thoughts behind it.
Ironically, the music also suits my recent work mood. Yesterday was a combative day: I had two verbal scraps in the morning; a shame, because they're with people I enjoy working with; probably a combination of factors making the perfect storm... both them and I in pugnacious mood, spoiling for a fight? I don't know. Anyhow, one guy rang this morning to build bridges. What this shows is the consequences of the pressure-cooker environment we're all dealing with at the moment. Despite this, I'm enjoying it in that sick sort of way you can enjoy tabbing across a Scottish mountain with 60KG in your backpack in the pissing rain and cold wind. Once you finish you look back in satisfaction.
Yesterday culminated with me managing to catch my tea-mug with the flex of my phone, resulting in said tea-mug (full of tea) sliding across polished desk surface and out into open air.... gravity takes rapid hold and the tea mug drops cleanly into my open bag that is resting below my desk... digital camera, portable toughdrive, and reams of paper notes for Dog Eat Dog. I was on the phone at the time, and the way I screamed
FFFFF_UUUUUUUCCK!!!! was enough to prompt the person on the other end to simply say, "I'll call you back," and she hung up. Nothing ruined, but interesting blobs on my camera lens... and digging out my Dog Eat Dog notes today I discovered a large damp corner on every page.
Ho-hum.
A very smart gentleman came round our house last night to close the deal on some life insurance tied to our mortgage. Turns out he's a fan of my writing. A pleasing moment of reality.
Djr