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Below is something I made last night for a private message board about desks, and thought I'd share it with the wider internets. I wrote it with John Jr. strapped to my chest. (It's entirely possible to write and bounce at the same time.) Hope you like it, (and that it's not too image laden for Mr. Robot).



I keep pictures of my old desks by my desk at work. The one above is in a cabin in the New Hampshire woods. I didn't like the desk at all, but the cabin was nice.



If you look closely you can make out the Jaz drive (by the toaster, under the Zip drive). That was the go-go mid-late 90s, and the most short-sighted thing I ever purchased. (Sorry, I digress, this is supposed to be about desks.) This desk is in my first NYC apartment.
I told myself I took the Polaroid for insurance purposes, but I never got insurance. I think the truth is I like photos of desks.



I sometimes eat sandwichs at my desk.


I hung my coat by my desk so people could not see what I was doing.

I no longer sit there. Now they have me in an elevated glass cage in the middle of the office. It has a water bottle and a few tree branches for me to crawl on. I don't have a picture of it.

I miss that desk because I often stared out the window, not at the architecture, or people sitting at desks in other buildings, but at the sky.


This is my old desk at home, which is in the same spot as my new desk.


Now, my desk at home is almost exactly like my old desk from my first NYC apartment, but it's not the same desk.



I wish I had photos of some of my older desks. One was an oak executive desk from the early 1960s. Kind of an Asian-influenced design, and was very heavy. A sticker on the inside drawer said "Canadian Insurance." I bought the desk at a thrift store in Upstate New York, and thought better of moving it to NYC, as it was the size of many apartments here. Luckily, Upstate is covered in ice and snow, and it was easy to slide the mammoth desk out onto the curb. A man stopped his truck and hauled it away before I was back inside my house. I wish I had a photo of that, but at the time I didn't own a camera.


Once, when I was cleaning the house and moving furniture around, I took our extension table and showed my wife what it would look like if we both used it as a desk, kind of like people in offices in old movies, but instead of computers, they used typewriters. She said that looks nice, but you don't want to work like that do you? I said no, I guess not, but I wanted to see what it would look like.


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