Friday, December 19, 2014

The Office

Written Inc.'s Thematic Photographic 321 - Where you work, via thunder, who has a sweet gig.

A bit idealized; usually more scraps of paper, mail & yada strewn about, & a cuppa joe to my left. Coincidentally, I recently rearranged the furniture; what's here should be the final re-rearrangement.
Had I noticed it I'd've moved that gray cable from in front of the sub-woofer.
And this Thematic inspired me to tack a few things on their new wall. (Only been a month & a half.)

9 comments:

  1. ...via thunder, who has a sweet gig.

    Yeah, I noticed that. Back in the old days the kids at Arapahoe Basin called that the smoke shack.

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  2. That is so tidy! Great little work station!

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  3. Wow. Impressed I am.

    My shit's just strewn randomly around the living room.

    Maybe I oughta....

    Nah - probably not...

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  4. There're so many papers and books eclipsing my desk that its function as a work station could only be surmised by a trained eye, the way an anthropologist can distinguish between a "Native American Burial Mound" and "a hill," and only photographed with some sort of ground penetrating radar system.

    Yours is nice, though.

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  5. Time On His Hands/Best Foot Forward Editor:
    I am being a little disingenuous, but the piles are neat when visible.

    Take the space between the lap-top & edge of desk. Papers etc. end up there (nearby yet out of sight) so often I wondered if the phenomenon occurs elsewhere & if anyone's come up w/ a name for the phenom or the location.

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  6. P.S. Editor:
    What're they smoking in there, meat or vegetables?

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  7. Whatever it was it's legal now.

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  8. Interesting area. Not sure a transparent desk top would work for me - too much junk underneath.

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