As I’ve said before, when I’m not at my house, I live here at Portfolio Center and, more specifically, in this room. At the moment, I’m going batshit, having spent all morning and early afternoon proofing the PC catalog, a tiresome, tedious task, akin to sanding toothpicks.
I did take a break for lunch with Biggy, though. We went to Chin-Chin, where I had the cashew chicken and too many of those fried straws they serve with the soup. So now I have to stop every five minutes and go upstairs for water, enough exercise, I hope, to burn off the calories (I did order STEAMED rice, after all).
Anyway, in here I’m surrounded with the things I adore: books (many sent by my generous friend--and poet--Allan Peterson), toys, pictures, music, and the comings-and-goings of some of my favorite people, students and co-workers, all of them friends, who sit in that chair to laugh or cry.
You are all welcome, dear readers, any time. Just don't mind the mess. I’m still waiting for the office elves to come clean up for me. I’ve been waiting for nearly eight years!
16 comments:
alright. i'll be down there tomorrow and i won't leave. not ever. i'll stay in that office with you and i won't quit talking. it will be just like a few years ago when i was in school.
and by the way, that is a mighty fine nara print on your wall. where did you get it?
HOORAY FOR:
1. Yoshitomo Nara !
and
2. all of your Napoleon Dynamite schtuff.
I got it from one of my fav-o-rite peeps, Sarah! Someone who likes to talk a lot.
Looks pretty clean to me! Much cleaner than my office (aka: my closet).
"I’m still waiting for the office elves to come clean up for me. I’ve been waiting for nearly eight years!"- Are these the same type elves you're waiting for to come clean your side of the closet? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Um....I was an office elf once.
I'll probably cry next time I sit there because I can't figure one fucking thing out for my projects and I have a hundred and eighty five things to do. Sheesh.
Your office looks more organized in that pic than I've ever seen it. Someone needs to come in there and knock a few things over and scatter some paper. I haven't cried yet in the big chair, but give me time. :)
Biggy, bite me.
Jason and Collin, I'm buying more Kleenex.
i never cried in your office.
because i'm not a big baby and i know you're not a certified therapist.
but i think you might have cried because i was in your office.
Sarah! Now you're just being downright mean.
you know what else is downright mean? when people don't update their blogs frequently.
van- are you going to post something else?
What's such a bummer about sanding toothpicks? Bjorn and I do it all the time!
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