Use the right tool for the job, of course. Less obvious is how often the right space can influence productivity or positively contribute to the success of a job.
When we moved into our new home and I needed a private and quiet place to work and take phone calls, I commandeered the storage space below the basement stairs. I dubbed it the Man Cupboard.
About 6’ long and 3.5’ deep, it offered enough space to mount a length of oak countertop for desk space. I had a power source, two small lamps and a door that could shut behind me. It was a strangely productive workspace despite its appearance.
So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me when I recently stumbled upon articles about writing rooms, writer “sheds” and the importance of designated writing spaces. Below are some links on the topic…
The Guardian’s Writers’ Rooms Series - Portraits of the spaces where authors create
If anyone needs Flash, he’ll be napping in the hole he digs every year when the temperature reaches 80 degrees.
As long as I remember, I’ve been saving concert tickets and stuffing them into this Pac-Man tin. From my first adult-supervised concerts in middle school and high school, through the college years, to clubs and festivals in Colorado, California, Maine, New York, Massachusetts, and Washington.
The tin was purchased sometime in 1981 during a K-Mart blue light special in South Plainfield, NJ. Other than my baseball card collection, it’s probably the oldest personal item I still have in my possession. Which means it’s moved around the country with me me about 15 times in the last 32 years, collecting concert memory after fuzzy concert memory.
For remote Telluride Bluegrass Festivarians looking to immerse themselves in this year’s 40th Annual Telluride Bluegrass festival, here are some important links and info. It’ll be like we’re virtually there.
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Alleys of Edmonds, Scene 12
We have lots of alleys throughout the residential area of the Edmonds Bowl. I think they’re neat, so I’ve started taking some photos of them. It’s my “Alleys of Edmonds” photo series. Here’s the first installment.
"The father of Martin William Richard today said he is trying to both grieve the death of his 8-year-old son, who was killed at the Boston Marathon bombings, and help his wife and daughter recover from injuries they suffered during the terrorist attack on Monday." [Source: Boston Globe]
RIP Martin Richard.