First, I have to say that every time I see the word, environment, I remember an incident that happened with my wife at the grocery store where she worked some years ago. She told me this. She was walking with the store manager and pointed out to him that a huge banner on the wall behind the customer service desk read:
ENVIROMENTALLY SAFE DRY CLEANING SERVICE
She said to him that "environmentally" was misspelled. He said that was OK, that he'd leave it like that so people could feel good about themselves when they spotted the error. To which my wife replied that she wasn't particularly proud of remembering something she learned in the fifth grade.
That has nothing to do with anything, but I enjoy thinking of it. Personally, I didn't like the store manager, but I didn't have to work with him, so that was OK.
Today, the environment we're talking about is the one in which I do my writing. It's in the finished basement, and not all that well lit--there is one east-facing window--but, you, know--lamps.
I spend a lot of time here--too much probably--because the S.O. works on her book in the spare bedroom upstairs and I have this free time, so . . .
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| The nerve center of the basement. |
Yeah I know. Who has a big stupid computer tower anymore? At least it doesn't have a noisy fan although when the power goes out, it does suddenly feel eerily quiet. And I got this great big screen so I can maintain denial of needing reading glasses.
Just to be a dork I took a picture of my "work" space, where I do some of my "writing". I've been meaning to neaten it up, but. The picture on the big side monitor swaps out automagically, and is currently the photograph taken from a balloon a couple weeks after the big '06 earthquake. I can't deny needing glasses. I keep a pair in the lap drawer and in the filing cabinet in case a thorough search of my pockets, the neck of my t-shirt, and the top of my head don't yield anything suitably ocular.
ReplyDeleteI have resisted bifocals all this time, since I don't, or haven't needed them that much, but my eyes are getting worse. So, no bifocals, but I don't carry reading glasses around with me all the time, and I think the solution may be to "seed" all my usual spaces with reading glasses. Maybe a pair in or near my toolbox in the garage, one by the bed, one in the living room, kitchen, car. Also, I am lobbying for regulations that require that packaging for most products, including food, include a small, throw-away magnifying glass, so that all the consumer information and warnings can be read. Also appreciate it if on the nutritional information portion of food packaging the lines showing serving size and the grams of carbohydrates be printed in Times New Roman 36pt. Think yew.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I thought the picture I took could be uploaded into my comment. I don't know which platform I'm on anymore. So here it is just for completeness.
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That small print you mention is why I have my great-grandfather's big ol' magnifying glass right here in my desk, that I got when he died and I was eleven. Out in the stores I (try to) read carb grams too. Amazing how much harm we do to ourselves eating all this shit that became the norm either from growing wheat for the last seven thousand years or from the food processing breakthroughs of the past hundred years. No, I'm not turning into a radical nutrition nut but, but, but what? Maybe I am, or will. Why not, whatever, etc.
Yeah I've always thought the penalty for having Type 2 Diabetes is that you have to now eat like an early Neolithic era human, meaning little processed carbohydrates, and most likely, the right amount of food instead of ten times that amount. I find it fascinating that "poor" people in the country are probably the most overweight. Which may not be a true statement.
ReplyDeleteDig the wide screen. You are indeed the hippest lizard in Cyberville.