Saturday, August 21, 2004

A couple of days ago, I talked with Allan about making my blog more descriptive. And so those this start. The goal of this new phase in my blog is to better my writing skills. So I'll more than welcome your feedback in any way you consider giving it.

Right now I'm in my cubicle, one of many in the classical cubicle farm image. Well, not exactly like the others, I've the honor to have a near nice window, where I can stand and contemplate a green field that I'm prohibited to walk around. There are high wood walls that hide my colleagues. Of course it isn't enough to shield my telephone calls or the snores of some. And yet, I find it cozy. Why? Because, there's history between this walls. For almost two years I've been working with this place as mine. When I was a newbie I received gladly this wooden office. It came from a prestigious line of developers/team leaders. As time has gone I've found ways to decorate it. There was a time when I had Origami pyramids, just for the geometrical beauty. About 1 inch of height, one orange square-based and a tubed white one made out of 6 papers. The orange one was of my composition, while the tetrahedron was found in the web.

They were times when I was always asking Günter. And I found myself shelving tons of reference books that no one read anymore, but I must. It was funny to be the one with best equipment, out of scavenging what others didn't want. I had two computer... Now I rest with a laptop and a huge monitor and my personal things are a bit more... uhm let's call them eclectic. Ten postcards, from Toronto, Japan, Cologne and Tulum :) My left wall is tapestried with images that people had wanted me to remember even though I haven't go there. To my right I have 2 post-its that reminds me commands and tie lines. No one seems to view those yellow crumbled pages. At my fore, there's a Tulum-mud-made pyramid, just over my 21" monitor. (My previous items were trashed.) Over my shelf which is also in front of me, there's a Parisian neighborhood, about 6 centimeters tall, that one can see is from the early 20th century. It's made of cardboard, and is beautifully painted (a gift from Günter). Behind me is a 10 centimeter blade, like a mini-last samurai prop. And I won't forget to mention my wandering penguins. One male, one female, made of paper, glued/colored/cut with only office-related instruments. Depending on the day one or two may be seen. And in a far corner a red balloon, yelling "happy birthday". It was there before me. See what you like.

Monday I move out to a new island in the mid of the farm.


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