I'm testing out that versatility. I also apologize for not posting in a very long time. Everyday I mean to bring my camera to work but everyday I forget. So I'll describe my desk to you instead. I don't use my desk at home because it leans and I think it will break if I touch it. The items of interest are as follows:
* Pen caddy with glue sticks, a WI cheesehead pencil with cow spots, a pencil with a prop plane on top so I can spin the propeller around when I'm editing footnotes, and a white plastic soup ladle. And lots of red pens that I don't ever get to use.
* my father's pilot wings, on my keyboard
* a carved "one world"-type statue from Ghana
* a large coaster with a camel that looks very much like the luck dragon from Neverending Story that says, "I don't trust camels....or anyone else who can go for a week without a drink." And a camel teacup and saucer. Courtesy of my father.
* a stapler with "KTB" written on the top in white-out
* a Jane Austen action figure
*pink grapefruit Airborne (not so delicious)
* sketches from my sister in which she compares Calvin (C&H) to our [stuffed] rabbit
* a card from Halloween that says, "The mummy unwinds after a long day"
* two Persian rug mousepad coasters (you'd think I like coasters a lot, but this what happens when I ask my dad for one thing)
* lots of postcards that lean against my fake window with the fake blinds that overlooks the hallway
*Post-Its everywhere
And lots of work that I put off daily. And I do not let the Chicago Manual of Style sit on my desk. That's by my phone. I don't like using the phone, and I thought I would hate Chicago so I banished it when I first started this job. It's actually not so bad, but that's where it sits; I can't move it.
I haven't been doing much writing lately, although that will change when Shana gets back from Costa Rica. Maybe I'll write a poem about Miracle Whip.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
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2 comments:
KTB,
There is a labradoodle in my office that looks like the dragon from Neverending Story. I'm not sure how he feels about camels.
Propeller!
TRF
Okay, so I lost my long last comment in which I suggested that we fix that wobbly desk. Here's the new version: Fix that home desk. It will send a lovely message to your psyche that you are going to give writing a place in your life. You don't need to be famous, you don't need to get your name knitted into sweaters--all you want is to make your contribution, not sit it out wondering what would happen if. So, try to make a good desk, fixing its wobbles and getting it a lamp and a cup for some pens that feel good going across paper. Your unconscious responds well to suggestions like this. It likes simple acts in its service. If you can put that desk in front of a window, that's double points. If you can't, put a single flower--make it a dandelion if you must--like Akhmatova.
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